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Forced To Believe Chapter 42- Yikes

Chapter Summary: Morgan competes in the Men's Royal Rumble. The Wyatts remind Morgan that she is almost ready. Roman finally tells Morgan what has been on his mind as she receives two bombshells in one night while she tries to keep her emotions in check.

Words: 10,000+

Author's Note: Don't freak...it's going to be OK.

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The Shield smirk at the Outspoken Diva, pleased to see her and pleasantly surprised.

"Stealing my swag huh?" Roman grinned and high fived her.

"How'd you get in this match?" Seth asked with a smile.

"I have my ways," Morgan replied with a wink. "Now let's own this match."

"Morgan is number sixteen in this match," Cole announced.

"I still cannot believe she's here!" King exclaimed.

The Great Khali manages to get up and he turns his attention to Morgan, picking her up as the crowd cheers.

"No! I just got here! Don't target the woman!" Morgan yelled.

The Shield manages to make Khali release her but Dean gets pushed away, while Roman and Seth get hit by big punches.

"The Shield being picked apart by The Great Khali here." Cole looked on.

Dean receives a huge slap to the chest from Khali. But then Khali gets hit by Roman's Superman punch and The Shield but Morgan try to eliminate him until Roman throws him over the top rope.

"They got it!" JBL said but as soon as The Shield turn around, they get attacked by Goldust, Cody, and Punk.

Morgan manages to recover but gets hit with a knee lift by Jinder as she holds her face as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Ooh!" Cole exclaimed.

"Looks like 3MB want their revenge." King retorted.

"Don't think we forgot about you, little girl." Jinder spat and grabbed her with Heath as she started to struggle.

"Get off of me!" she yelled.

"I'm going to enjoy this," Drew smirked and fixed his boot.

"Oh no. This isn't good." Cole looked on.

Drew goes for a big boot but Morgan escapes the hold while he hits Heath with the big boot instead. She runs to the ropes and strikes Drew and Jinder with a double clothesline as the crowd cheers. Roman manages to spear Dolph again and throw him out of the ring as the crowd boos.

"Ziggler eliminated," Cole announced

Cody and Goldust try to eliminate Roman until Seth breaks it up and helps him out. Meanwhile, Morgan jumps on top of Heath and starts unloading on him with punches until Drew pushes her off and starts ganging up on her with Heath.

"Get off of me!" Morgan yelled while Drew and Heath tried to choke her.

"Whoa, whoa, somebody help her," King exclaimed.

Ambrose snaps his head at the sound of her yelling and starts glaring at Drew and Heath. He marches over to them and throws them off of her, angrily.

"Ambrose doesn't look too happy," Cole stated as Ambrose started seething and grabbed Heath for the headlock driver. "Did you hear that impact?"

"You okay?" he turned to her and she nodded.

All of a sudden, Drew attacks him from behind and starts unloading on him. Morgan stands up and kicks him in the head and starts beating on him until Heath and Jinder grab her off of him. She gets on her knees while Heath is on one side and Jinder is on the other side of her and delivers a double low blow as the crowd cheers.

"Woo hoo! I bet Chyna loved that move." King cheered.

The crowd starts to chant 'Mini Me' while Morgan gets up. She grins at the crowd and bows. Meanwhile, Drew gets up and is about to grab her from behind until Goldust makes the save and clotheslines him. Seeing Drew down and out, she turns around and looks at Goldust.

"I hope he doesn't kiss her again. That was unpleasant." JBL chuckled while Goldust did his deep breathing taunt in her face.

Morgan narrows her eyes and decides to mock his taunt, exhaling in his face. While they begin to have a little taunting battle, Drew manages to stand up. The two turn their attention to him and punch him in the face to knock him back down. While Goldust is distracted by Drew, Morgan decides to take advantage and hits him with a clothesline.

"Well, that team didn't last long," Cole said but then Cody picked Morgan up for the Alabama Slam and hit her with it.

"And Cody hits the Alabama Slama!" JBL grinned.

Rollins attacks Cody from behind and starts to go after him while Dean goes after Goldust. Morgan rolls over to the end of the ring to rest but Drew manages to get up again and tries to eliminate her on the bottom ropes.

"Hang on, Morgan! Hang on!" King looked on.

Luckily, she manages to escape and stand up. She knees him in the stomach and Drew falls back, in between the ropes, and stands on the apron. She tries to push him off but he manages to yank her hair.

"Ow! Are you kidding?!" She snapped as she held her head while Drew got back in the ring.

Kaitlyn tweets 'Really Drew? Never mess with a girl's hair. Especially WWEMorgan101's hair, unless you want to get dropped.'

The Bellas tweet 'Drew is going to pay for that.'

She starts to get mad and pushes him to the corner and puts him in a foot choke. He grabs her foot and pushes her away. She stumbles back while Cody runs to the ropes and goes for the disaster kick on Heath but Heath ducks and Morgan gets hit instead.

"Wrong place, wrong time, Morgan," Cole said as she slowly dropped down on her back.

Nikki Bella tweets 'WWEMorgan101, please get 3MB out the ring already!'

Kaitlyn tweets 'Ouch, that kick did not look pretty. Hang in there WWEMorgan101.'

Brie Bella tweets 'Why do you love getting kicked in the face WWEMorgan101?'

Drew smirks at Morgan and decides to take advantage by throwing her over the top rope. Luckily she manages to hold the ropes as Drew turns around and taunts the crowd by doing the air guitar. She smirks and waits for him to turn around.

"Watch your back, Drew," King warned.

When he turns around, she jumps on the ropes and drops him with a clothesline. She waits for him to get up and does the Morganizer on him. She taunts the crowd again but bumps her back against Punk's. They quickly turn around and look at each other.

"Hello Morgan~" He smirked.

"Save it..." She retorted but then Heath pushed them.

"We're not done, Morgan!" Heath shouted.

Punk and Morgan glance at each other and nod.

"Look at this, look at this!" King said in a high voice while Punk and Morgan kicked Heath down.

When Heath stands up on his knees, Punk kicks him in the chest.

"Think you can kick better?" Punk taunted.

She narrows her eyes and kicks Heath in the chest. Then the two begin to have a kicking battle.

"Poor Heath, he's a kicking bag for these two." King chuckled.

Punk picks Heath up while she helps him try to eliminate him.

"Punk and Morgan working together? Never thought I'd see the day." JBL said.

Meanwhile, back with The Shield, Cody was on the apron, trying to escape from Dean. Goldust runs towards Dean but he moves out of the way as Goldust eliminates Cody.

"And Cody Rhodes eliminated by Goldust!" Cole exclaimed as the crowd got hyped. Goldust was in shock until Roman eliminated him by throwing him over the top rope. "And now Reigns eliminating Goldust!"

Back to Morgan, Punk was sitting on the middle ropes while Morgan kept trying to eliminate Drew as he was on the apron. He hits her in the face as she stumbles back. As soon as Drew gets in between the middle ropes, she runs and knees him in the head to eliminate him as the crowd cheers.

"Yes!" King cheered.

"Drew is out of here!" JBL announced as Morgan grinned and started jumping up and down in excitement.

"Woo!" She cheered.

"Morgan just eliminated Drew!" King happily said.

"I know she's happy to finally have her first elimination but she has to watch her back," Cole mentioned.

"Cole, let her have her moment. This is a privilege for her to be in this match." JBL argued while she smirked at Drew, who was yelling at her.

"Na, na, na, na...na, na, na, na...hey, hey, hey, goodbye!" She sang and blows him a kiss.

"You brat!" He yelled and started to slam his hands on the Spanish announce table.

"Drew needs to calm down. There's always 2015." JBL said as he started arguing with the refs, who were telling him to go backstage.

"4 members of The Shield, and CM Punk, and two members of 3MB." King announced as Roman, Seth, and Dean began to gang up on Punk, while Morgan taunted the crowd.

"Wait, don't turn around, Morgan!" King warned because Jinder was given a guitar by Drew, who got it under the ring. The crowd starts to get hyped since it's been a while since there was a weapon in the Royal Rumble match. "This is not good, Morgan! Do not turn around!"

Fans tweet:

'This is starting to get interesting.' 'I love it! Bring on the weapons!'

'Are you kidding me?! You're going to hit a woman with a guitar!?'

'Morgan! Whatever you do, don't turn around!'

Nikki Bella tweets 'WHOA WHOA WHOA! The heck are you doing Jinder!?'

Brie tweets 'Morgan, please don't turn around. This is for your own good!'

Kaitlyn tweets 'It just got real. I have a feeling WWEMorgan101 has some tricks under her sleeve. You got this grape monster.'

Dean and Roman were alert once they saw Jinder with the guitar. They were about to go after him but Heath manages to bring them down to stop them. Morgan turns around and sees him running towards her with the guitar.

Her eyes widened with fear as she gasped and felt like the world just stopped. She felt like everything was in slow motion. She started to black everything out and it was just her and the guitar.

'Move' She thought as everything came back into motion.

She quickly ducks as soon as he swings the guitar towards her and it just misses her. She exhales and stumbles back, looking at Jinder in shock.

"So close..." Jinder growled and turned back around to look at her.

The Philly diva started to get angry that 3MB would go this far to get rid of her.

A weapon though? Really?

Well, they just crossed the line. No one threatens The Outspoken Diva like that.

"I am totally pissed off now!" She yelled and ran towards Jinder to kick him in the stomach.

He drops the guitar and falls on his hands and knees.

"Thank goodness she ducked that guitar," King said. "I was afraid for her face if she had gotten hit."

"She can handle herself, King. I'm sure she's felt pain before." JBL reassured.

Morgan grabs the guitar from the mat and looks at it as the crowd cheers. She looks at the crowd and they support her in using the weapon. She nods and whacks Jinder with it on his back.

"Good grief!" JBL exclaimed. Heath manages to get up while she turns around and smashes his head with the guitar, breaking it as the crowd cheers. "Haha! I love it!"

The crowd chants 'Yes!' while Morgan exhales and looks at the broken guitar pieces, still processing that she could have gotten hit with it. She drops the remaining pieces from her right hand as the ref clears out the ring with the guitar pieces. She sits down on the bottom turnbuckle as The Shield prepare for the Triple Powerbomb on Punk.

Cameron tweets 'Damn girl! Thank goodness you didn't get hit with that guitar WWEMorgan101.'

Kaitlyn tweets 'Haha, WWEMorgan101 knows how to rock on'

Bellas tweets 'Holy crap WWEMorgan101! So GLAD you didn't get hit with that guitar. You know how to rock on, Morgan style'

"10!"

"9!

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

All of a sudden, Sheamus' theme comes on and the crowd goes wild.

"Oh yeah!" Cole yelled.

"What!?" King yelled in a high pitched voice.

"He's back! The winner of the 2012 Royal Rumble!"

Sheamus sprints to the ring and clotheslines Heath and Jinder. He goes after Dean, Seth, and Roman while Punk rolls over to the end of the ring to rest, after being released from the Triple Powerbomb held by The Shield. Sheamus starts unloading on Seth until Dean grabs him by the neck for Roman but Sheamus kicks Roman and starts unloading on Dean at the turnbuckle.

"Sheamus has been out of action since Money in The Bank in July," Cole informed.

Melanie watched the fast-paced action. She was still in shock that she was still in this match. She thought she would get eliminated already. But she wasn't complaining. She was going to enjoy every single second of this. As she watched the action, a ref began to tell her what was coming up next in her ear and she waited for her cue.

"It just got physical," JBL said as Sheamus threw Dean, Seth, and Roman to a turnbuckle. He hits Seth with a shoulder thrust and puts Dean in between the ropes. "Oh, this is gonna hurt."

Sheamus begins to strike Dean with the Beats of the Bodhran as the crowd begins to count. For the 10th one, he lifts up Dean's shirt and hits him.

"He's back!" Cole chuckled as Sheamus hit Seth with the Irish Curse. Morgan looks on in shock as Roman gets hit with the Brogue kick. "Oh!"

Sheamus turns his attention to Morgan as she stands up. She runs towards him but gets Brogue kicked hard as the crowd 'Ohs'

"AHH! Oh my gosh! He just-he just Brogue kicked, the Outspoken Diva!" King screamed.

"Morgan just got dropped!" Cole shouted.

"My God, what a kick!" JBL yelled.

Sheamus taunted the crowd and yelled "Fella!"

"How good does he look?" Cole asked.

"He just kicked Roman and Morgan into next week! Gosh, I hope Morgan is okay, she's not moving." King said with worry.

"Trust me, she's okay," JBL reassured as Sheamus tried to pick up Roman. "That's a big guy." He looked on as Sheamus started to struggle a little bit, to try and eliminate Roman.

Rollins and Ambrose come in to help Roman by attacking Sheamus so he won't get eliminated.

Melanie was down on the mat, face first, near the end of the commentator's side of the ring. She touched her nose and saw blood on her fingers.

'This is so cool' She thought.

She was bleeding in her first Royal Rumble match. She was so excited to be a part of this match, that even if she was bleeding or had scars, she would be happy.

Fans tweet:

'WWEMorgan101 took that kick like a champ even though her nose is bleeding.'

'Jeesh! That kick did not look pleasant.'

'Please tell me WWEMorgan101's nose isn't broken!'

The Bellas tweets 'OMG, I hope WWEMorgan101 is okay. I admire her toughness'

Eva Marie tweets 'WWEMorgan101! Don't ruin your pretty face by being kicked in the face!'

Meanwhile, with Morgan, a ref walks over to her and so does a doctor to check out her nose and to tend it. Luckily it wasn't broken. After they were done, she continued to lay face first on the mat while Seth began to stomp on Sheamus on the bottom turnbuckle, with Dean holding him.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

'Awesome! I came to play!'

"Oh, The Miz!" King said as he ran into the ring.

Miz begins unloading on Dean and throws him over the top rope but he manages to hang on. He starts stomping on him until Roman gets involved.

"CM Punk and Seth Rollins have both been in this match for over 25 minutes as Miz enters his 7th Royal Rumble match of his career," Cole announced.

"You got all 4 members of The Shield in this ring," JBL added.

"Yeah, somehow, something's gotta be done about The Shield, guys. Except for Morgan. She can stay." King grinned.

"Speaking of Morgan, I wonder if she is ever gonna get up from that kick. It looks like she's out cold." Cole looked wary.

"Yeah, I think her kicks have been matched. Can we watch Sheamus' Brogue kick on Morgan again?" King asked as the titantron showed it. "Did you see how she landed? Gosh..."

"She's a fighter. She'll manage." JBL reassured.

"The Shield said they were going to work together, to eliminate everybody until it would be every man for themselves to gain an opportunity to main event WrestleMania," Cole said.

"We always talked about to numbers game with The Shield, and it may be more important than ever in the Royal Rumble," King said while Morgan continued to lay motionless.

Cameron tweets 'Morgan needs a doctor ASAP! She's not moving! Do something!'

The Bellas tweet 'OMG, please tell me Morgan is still alive!'

Alicia Fox tweets 'Did WWEMorgan101 die? She's not moving!'

Summer Rae tweets 'I guess WWEMorgan101's kicks have been matched. I want to see a kicking battle between her and Sheamus now.'

Rosa tweets 'I hope your nose is broken WWEMorgan101!'

Kaitlyn tweets 'Lol, don't worry, WWEMorgan101 didn't die, she's still alive. Once she gets back up, she's gonna kick some butt! Keep breaking faces grape girl'

"Roman and Miz in one corner, Rollins, Dean and Sheamus on the ropes, Punk and Morgan are still down but still in this match. Punk entered at number one." Cole informed.

"And so is the remaining members of 3MB. They are still in this match too." JBL said as Jinder and Heath recovered in a corner.

"I am surprised they are still in this match," King said as Roman dropped The Miz with a Superman punch.

"There goes that Superman punch!"

Jinder and Heath begin to talk strategy but Heath nudges him and points to Morgan's fallen body. They begin to smirk at each other.

"Looks like the little girl is down and out." Jinder taunted

"Oh yeah." Heath grinned and they stood up.

"I don't like that look, they are giving Morgan." King frowned as they began to slowly stalk their way towards her.

Heath stopped Jinder. "Before we eliminate her, let's punish her."

"I like your thinking, man." he patted his back and they continued to slowly stalk their way towards her.

As soon as they were about to get close to her, Roman stepped in front of them as the crowd cheered loudly.

"Uh oh." JBL grinned. "I like this."

"Roman Reigns does not look happy," Cole said as Roman glared at them.

He glances at Morgan's motionless body, feeling a little upset that she got Brogue kicked but knew she could handle herself. He knew she was hurting, and he wasn't going to allow these men to take advantage of her like this.

He clenched his fists, shaking his head at Jinder and Heath, and said in a lethal tone, "Don't even think about it."

"What are you gonna do man? Nothin'" Heath taunted and pushed Roman as the crowd 'Oohs'

"Are they nuts?" JBL asked before Roman took Heath and Jinder down with a clothesline. As soon as Jinder manages to get up, he gets speared. "Spear!"

"Another spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed.

Roman roars and turns his attention to Heath who is running towards him. He runs and hits him with a leaping clothesline and starts to dominate him.

Meanwhile, Melanie was still resting, and waiting for her cue to get back up. She was on her knees, resting in one of the corners. Jon crawls over to her and kneels before her.

"How's your nose?" He asked.

"Heh, brings back pleasant memories." She chuckled while he smirked and got back into character before going after another superstar.

"10!"

"9!"

"8!"

"7!"

"6!"

"5!"

"4!"

"3!"

"2!"

"1!"

Fandango's theme comes on as the crowd begins Fandangoing.

"Fandango~" JBL said as Morgan stood up.

"It is his debut in the Royal Rumble," Cole informed as he walked out with Summer Rae. He spun her around before taking off his jacket and running into the ring.

Miz goes after him and they begin to do some fast-paced action as they try to eliminate each other. Morgan watches in amazement as the loud Pittsburgh crowd Fandangos. Fandango manages to escape The Miz and roll back into the ring while Sheamus tries to eliminate Miz, and Dean tries to eliminate Sheamus. Seth begins to take on Sheamus, while Roman takes on Miz in the corner. Fandango stands up to catch his breath and sees Morgan.

She smirked at him. "Hey, how ya doing?"

Fandango starts turning his hips, doing one of his dance moves while she gives him a 'What the hell are you doing?' facial expression.

"Morgan does not look impressed," Cole said with amusement.

Fandango blows her a kiss while she looks amused. She spins around and grabs him to start salsa dancing with him as the crowd laughs.

"Hey! I want to dance with you, Morgan!" King called out.

Suddenly the Outspoken Diva stomps on his foot on purpose as he winces and pushes her away.

"Sloppy dancer!" Fandango retorted.

The Philly diva spins around before hitting him with a roundhouse kick as he stumbles back.

"Oh! What a kick!" JBL exclaimed.

She laughs at Fandango and he glares at her. He tries to clothesline her but she ducks and throws him to the corner. She runs and hits him with a handspring back elbow. She tries to pick him up for a powerslam but he escapes it and takes her down with an enzuigiri. Morgan rolls over to the end of the ring and holds her head. The Miz begins to go after Fandango again while she recovers near the turnbuckle with Dean as the crowd begins to count again.

"Number twenty coming," Cole announced.

'OLE!'

"Oh!" JBL said. "The Los Matadores. Which one though?"

All of a sudden El Torito starts running down the ramp as the crowd cheers.

"Hey!" Cole exclaimed.

"What a minute!" King yelled.

"Wait a minute! El Torito is he in the Rumble!?" Cole yelled as El Torito jumped on the bottom rope and hit Seth with a hurricanrana.

"The hell!?" Morgan exclaimed while Dean looked confused. "What kind of match is this?"

"I have no idea..." Dean replied, shaking his head.

"We got an animal in the Royal Rumble?" JBL asked while El Torito ducked Miz's clothesline and jumped on the middle rope to hit him with his horns.

"Look at El Torito go!" Cole said.

Punk gets up and stands before El Torito and gives him a 'What the hell' facial expression.

"Everyone else is in shock." King laughed

"You!" El Torito pointed at Punk. "Me!" He pointed to himself. "You! Me!" He gets himself ready and runs to him but Punk grabs his horns and looks amused. He spins him around but gets hit with a hurricanrana.

"What!?" King laughed but then Fandango hit him down.

"Fandang-Fandango..." Cole trailed off Fandango lifted El Torito over his head.

"Oh don't do this, Fandango, that is not nice," JBL said

Suddenly, Fandango gets thrown over the top rope by El Torito. He jumps over the top rope and kicks Fandango out of the ring as Morgan's jaw drops and the crowd cheers loudly.

"Fandango has been eliminated!" Cole exclaimed.

"That's embarrassing...What?" Morgan stated as El Torito turned his attention to her and prepared himself to go after her. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa I didn't do anything. I'm just chilling."

El Torito looks at her hands and sees red nail polish on her fingernails. He starts to chase her around the ring as the crowd laughs.

"I didn't do anything!" she exclaimed as the commentators laughed.

El Torito sees Roman and jumps on the ropes but Roman catches him.

"Uh oh." Cole and King say.

"No, Roman don't, Roman don't," JBL said. "Don't Roman. No!"

He lifts El Torito up and throws him on top of Fandango as he gets eliminated. Punk hits Roman from behind while the crowd begins to count again.

"I've been told now guys, that Roman Reigns has eliminated six men," Cole stated.

Antonio Cesaro comes out with Zeb and runs in the ring after he says 'We The People!'

He goes after Miz and starts doing the giant swing but Punk breaks it. Cesaro ducks his kick and grabs him for the big swing until Dean and Seth attack him. Cesaro fights back and throws them into each other. He hits Dean with an uppercut as he falls near the corner while Seth gets the big swing.

"Everybody's goin' swingin'," JBL said.

The crowd starts counting each swing that Cesaro does on Seth.

"We're gonna be here a while," King said.

"This is great!" JBL laughed as the crowd cheered and clapped.

Morgan stands up and breaks it up as the crowd gets annoyed.

"Aw, Morgan, why?" King sighed.

She goes to kick Cesaro but he grabs her foot and pushes her down to

position her for the big swing.

"No! No! NO!" She screamed and tried to fight her way out of the hold.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed.

"Oh yes!" Cole grinned as the crowd cheered.

"Here we go!" Cesaro yelled and started to swing her around as she screamed.

"Dean! Do something!" She yelled but Ambrose quickly shook his head while he rested on the bottom turnbuckle.

"I'm not touchin' that one sweetheart," Ambrose replied as she continued screaming.

"I'm getting dizzy again." King held his head while the crowd counted to 16.

"He's still going!" Cole shouted after he swung her 20 times

Cesaro releases her and taunts the crowd.

"Entrant number 22," Cole said as the Wyatt Family theme came on and Luke Harper walked down the ramp as Cesaro tried to eliminate Seth.

Cesaro gets speared by Roman as the crowd 'Ohs'

Morgan tries to stand up but stumbles as the crowd laughs.

"Morgan, you all right?" Roman asked.

"Why do you have two heads?" She mumbled and fell down on her butt, holding her head.

Cole laughed. "Morgan is out of it."

Luke gets in the ring and starts going after everyone. The crowd gets hyped once Sheamus and Ambrose are on the apron, trying to eliminate each other. Luke hits Punk with a hard clothesline and goes after Seth. Morgan recovers and sees Heath walking over to her. He grabs her by the hair but Luke throws him off her and gives him a hard clothesline as the crowd 'Ohs'

"Good grief! Did you hear that?" JBL asked.

Luke tilts his head to the side and stares at her as she holds her head. She looked confused but a little intimidated because she thought he was about to hit her.

"What are you doing?" She asked

"You're untouchable...you are the rose with thorns...you're almost ready for the buzzards." He replied.

"I'm not going to follow the buzzards." She stood up.

"That is a big mistake, Rose. He will use force and we cannot disobey him."

"You don't want to hurt me. Why?"

"Because you are almost ready,"

The hell did that mean?

She looks into his eyes. He may be crazy looking and act crazy but she had a feeling that he had a heart deep down. Morgan sighs and roundhouse kicks him in the face as he drops down to the mat.

"What a kick!" JBL yelled.

The crowd begins to count again and Jey Uso comes out at 23. He runs in the ring and starts to go after Cesaro while Morgan rests.

"Hey! Hey! Seth! Seth! Morgan!" Roman yelled as Sheamus, Jinder, Heath and Miz tried to eliminate him.

Dean, Seth and Morgan come to his aid while Morgan throws Jinder to the ropes and does a loud battle cry as she gives him a spear.

"Spear! Spear by Morgan!" King exclaimed as the crowd cheered. Heath runs to her but gets hit with a kick by Seth and Morgan. "What a move!"

She tries to push Jinder out of the ring as he holds on the ropes. The crowd begins to count again and JBL's theme comes on.

"Wait a minute," King said.

"Are you kidding me?" Cole grinned.

JBL takes off his headset and taunts the crowd after he walks up the steel steps. He gets in the ring while Jinder escapes from Morgan and throws her to the middle ropes, hitting her neck. JBL gets in the ring. Jinder turns to him and starts to get in his face, disrespecting him.

"Uh oh." Cole looked on

"How about a clothesline from hell?" King asked and he got his wish as he hit Jinder with the clothesline from hell.

The crowd cheers and JBL taunts the crowd.

"Michael! Come here and get my coat." JBL took off his coat and gave it to him but then Roman quickly eliminated him from behind as the crowd booed.

"What the? You should have known better to never turn your back on The Shield!" King exclaimed.

"Way to go John." Cole said as the crowd chants 'You Still Got It'

Meanwhile, back in the ring, Morgan clotheslines Heath as he quickly gets up. She hits him with some elbows and starts unloading on him.

"Whoa! Look at Morgan go!" King exclaimed as JBL started to change Cole's subject on how he got eliminated.

She picks up Heath over her shoulders as the crowd cheers.

"Whoa! Did Morgan get an adrenaline rush?" King shouted.

"She is related to the Ninth Wonder of the World. Chyna taught her well," Cole added.

She walks over to the ropes and was about to dump him out of the ring but the crowd boos once Jinder grabs him off of her. Jinder grabs her by the hair and hits her with a full Nelson slam.

"Not today, sweetheart." he taunted the crowd as they booed him.

He throws her over the ropes but she manages to hold on while her feet are almost touching the ground. Seth grabs Jinder and hit him with a kick, dropping him down. He goes to help Morgan up but Miz gets involved and hits Seth with the Skull Crushing Finale.

"Oh! And Miz with the Skull Crushing Finale!" Cole exclaimed as Morgan rolled back in the ring.

Miz tries to eliminate her by trying to push her out of the ring with his feet while the crowd begins to count again. The Wyatt Family theme comes on again.

"And this will be the other member of the Wyatt Family...Erick Rowan." Cole announced

"Uh oh," King said as Erick came out and took off his mask.

He slides into the ring while Luke motions him to help him go after the Miz.

"Get off, already! Why does everyone have to go after the woman!?" Morgan yelled as she tried to hold on to the bottom rope.

Erick grabs Miz from behind and tosses him over the apron but he hangs on. He tries to get back in the ring but gets clotheslined hard by Luke and is eliminated.

"Wow!" JBL exclaimed while Morgan looked on in surprise. "Miz was almost beheaded!"

"No kidding..." King replied.

Luke and Erick start to take control of Jey and Erick picks up Jey and puts him over the apron. Jey hits him as Erick stumbles back but gets hit off the apron by a big boot from Luke.

"Oh man!" Cole said as Morgan was on her hands and knees, in the middle of the ring.

Luke and Erick turn around and stare at her. Luke tilts his head to the side and steps up to her with him. The Outspoken Diva looks up and sees them put their hands out for her to take it.

She looks at them in confusion.

She kicked Luke in the head a few minutes ago, why is he helping her?

The Shield turn to The Wyatts and steps up to them while Morgan is still in the middle.

"Uh oh. Morgan, get out of the way. These teams are about to explode." JBL said as she slowly stood up.

"Morgan, stay back," Dean warned.

"She stays," Luke replied. "She will be with us soon."

"Over our dead bodies." Seth retorted and hit him as they started unloading on each other.

Erick turns to Dean while they begin to attack each other, and Roman helps out Seth.

"Morgan is starting to look conflicted again," Cole stated as the crowd counted again. "This is entry number 26."

Ryback slides into the ring and goes after Cesaro and starts hitting him with shoulder thrusts on the ropes. The crowd chants 'Goldberg'

Ryback goes after Sheamus and tries to eliminate him while he is trying to eliminate Seth. Sheamus fights back and hangs on while Seth lays in the corner. He starts stomping on him while Morgan crosses her arms and watches him.

Ryback pats his head at Seth. "Stupid!"

The Philly Diva marches over to him and turns him around as they stare each other down.

"What is she doing now!?" JBL asked as she shot Ryback a serious look. "Does she ever think before she acts?"

"Please don't tell me she's gonna go after Ryback." King looked nervous.

"One thing I like about Morgan is her fearlessness in the ring. Is she reckless? Yes, but her plucky attitude towards the WWE Superstars makes her an interesting wrestler to watch." Cole pointed out.

"I agree. She's passionate in the ring, despite getting herself into sticky situations," JBL said.

"You know, I don't think Morgan is a girl or just any regular female wrestler. She is one edgy dudette. I love her. She's so cool! You know I've never seen a WWE Diva rock hoodies like she does. She makes me want to wear a hoodie now." King grinned. "She has a unique look with hoodies and tank tops."

"She's a wild chick in CM Punk's words," Cole stated. "She can be a nice person but when she gets in that ring, she's serious, observant, and unpredictable. She's a unique WWE Diva to watch. Win or lose, she'll prove herself."

"I like how she will still kick ass even if the odds are against her and when she's getting beaten up. She'll still try. I like her guts and how she doesn't shy away." JBL said. "The Queen of Twirls."

"Yep, The Twirling Queen, Morgan Lopez." King grinned. "I hope she twirls again before this match is over."

Morgan narrows her eyes at Ryback as he breathes heavily. She kicks him in the stomach but it does little damage. She kicks him in the stomach again but Ryback remains still.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed as he picked her up over his shoulders and the apron.

"Is this the end for Morgan?" Cole asked but luckily she managed to crawl under the ropes before he could get to her.

She runs to the ropes and runs to him but gets clotheslined.

"Stupid! Stupid!" Ryback yelled.

"Good grief, why does she want to put her body on the line like this?" King asked.

"He almost beheaded her," JBL said as she started to recover.

"Stupid! Stupid!" Ryback yelled again.

She smirked and slowly got up, still hurt from the clothesline.

"Come on, grow a set. You hit like a bitch." She provoked as the crowd laughed at her statement and cheered her on.

"Are you kidding me?" King asked.

"She's too reckless right now," JBL said.

"Uh oh, she may have provoked Ryback," Cole said as Ryback shot her a dirty look.

He runs and tries to clothesline her again but she ducks and runs to the ropes. She manages to take him down with a bicycle kick as the crowd pops.

"She kicked him!" King screamed in a high pitched voice.

Morgan mocked Ryback by patting her head. "Stupid! Stupid!"

Jinder grabs her from behind and throws her into the ring post while the crowd begins to count again. Del Rio comes out at number 27 while Morgan fights back against Jinder and hits him with a facebuster. She picks him up for the Reverse GTS as the crowd gets hyped.

"Uh oh! This may be it!" Cole exclaimed as she yelled a loud battle cry and hit Jinder with the move. She manages to throw him out of the ring as the crowd cheers. "Jinder has been eliminated!"

"Just one more member and she'll get closure," JBL said.

Morgan grins and does her taunt to Jinder who holds the back of his head and glares at her. She turns around and looks at Heath. She slowly smirks while the crowd begins to count.

"Number 28," Cole said as Batista's theme came on and the crowd cheered. "The Animal is back!"

"Here we go!" Batista yelled and jogged down the ramp.

He slides into the ring and clotheslines Dean, Punk, Cesaro, and Morgan. Batista clotheslines Dean again and then Seth. He manages to knee Erick in the stomach and eliminates him as the crowd cheers. Ryback and Batista face off while Morgan and Dean recover in a corner.

"Oh, look at this confrontation," King said as Ryback started trash talking.

"Stupid! Huh!?" Ryback yelled but got hit by Batista.

He throws Batista to the turnbuckle and runs towards him but gets thrown out of the ring. Dean tries to attack Batista but gets clotheslined. Suddenly, the Outspoken Diva decides to run towards him but he picks her up as she shrieks and gets hit with a spinebuster, landing right on top of Dean.

"Son of a bitch..." She groaned.

"Oh my gosh! Right on top of Ambrose!" Cole exclaimed.

Dean and Morgan roll over to the end of the ring while Dean recovers by leaning on the bottom turnbuckle.

"Batista is dominating oh! And Del Rio takes advantage." Cole said as Del Rio hit Batista's knee and kicked him in the head.

Del Rio starts taunting everyone but then Dean, Seth, Roman, Sheamus, Punk, Luke, Cesaro and Batista go after him. Morgan watches all the guys go at it in a huge clutter. She decides to take advantage by slowly getting on the top rope.

"What is she about to do?" JBL asked.

"Whoa whoa, what is Morgan about to do?" Cole looked on in anticipation.

"No way!" King exclaimed as she hit a crossbody on everyone.

"She just dropped everyone." JBL chuckled while the crowd chanted her name.

"Come on! Let's friggin' go!" she got up and taunted the crowd.

"Morgan's getting a little serious and even more reckless. Will that come back to haunt her?" Cole asked.

"I don't know. She's getting fired up and looks like she has something big planned." King said.

She twirls around and taunts the crowd again as they cheer for her.

"Yay! She's twirling! She's twirling!" King happily said. All of a sudden, Batista gets up to grab her by the hair, slamming her down as the crowd starts to boo. "Oh come on..."

"Seriously...?" she retorted and held the back of her head. "Just ruined my momentum..."

The rest of the Superstars get up. Del Rio tries to eliminate Batista but he picks him up and eliminates him as the crowd cheers.

"Batista eliminating three men, as we now await entry number 29," Cole said as the crowd began to count. Big E's theme comes on and he runs in the ring. "Here comes Big E!"

Big E goes right after Batista and hits him with a belly to belly suplex. Morgan runs towards him but gets hit with a belly to belly suplex too. Sheamus tries to hit Big E with some punches but gets hit with a backbreaker a couple of times. Morgan stands up and goes right after Heath by jumping on him and unloading on him with punches.

"Look at Morgan go!" King grinned.

She picks him up and throws him to the corner and walks over to him. She strikes him with a few kicks to the chest before clotheslining him down. Heath is seated down on the turnbuckle and she runs and connects with a knee to the face. The crowd stands up once the countdown starts again.

"Final man to enter the 2014 Royal Rumble," Cole said.

Rey's theme comes on as the crowd starts to boo. They weren't expecting him out of all people to be number 30 and wanted a big surprise instead.

Melanie listens to the crowd as Rey goes after Seth. She felt bad for Rey. He didn't pick number 30 on purpose. He was booked for number 30.

Morgan decides to go after Rey but Batista grabs her by the hair and slams her down.

"I swear if he touches my hair one more time..." She retorted and held the back of her head.

"What is up with Batista grabbing her hair?" King grumbled as he started to get annoyed.

Heath takes advantage and tries to push her out of the ring while the crowd heavily boos because Daniel Bryan was not in the match. Morgan escapes while Heath backs up. She is on her hands and knees and gets kneed in the face by Heath as the crowd 'Ohs!'

Morgan holds the side of her face while Heath taunts the crowd as they boo him. She stands up and manages to throw him over the top rope as he hangs on.

"Look at this!" King exclaimed as Morgan ran to the ropes and made a loud battle cry, hitting Heath with a knee to the face. "I think I saw a tooth fly out."

"I think that was gum," Cole mentioned as Heath fell down on to the floor. "Heath Slater is eliminated! Morgan has eliminated all members of 3MB. This has to feel good for her."

"Snooze you lose." She grinned at him and waved goodbye.

Meanwhile, Big E gets clotheslined out of the ring by Sheamus and gets eliminated. Cesaro and Luke start hitting each other with uppercuts. Morgan gets hit with an uppercut by Cesaro and rolls over to the end of the ring, on the apron. Seth gets on the middle ropes, in the 619 position.

"Uh oh, incoming call," King said as Rey ran and did the 619 to the back of Morgan's head, while she collided her head with Seth. "Ooh! That gotta hurt. She tried to protect Rollins!"

She holds the back of her head and lays down on the apron.

"This match is tiring..." She huffed.

Rey gets back in the ring and is thrown over the apron by Seth. He jumps up but gets kicked out of the ring as the crowd cheers and chants 'Thank You Seth'

"Rollins and Punk have been in this match for over 47 minutes," Cole informed. Seth and Dean throw Luke over the top rope as he hangs on to the apron. They try to eliminate him but then Roman hits him with a Superman punch. "Oh! And Reigns, eliminating Harper!"

Roman grins as he leans on the ropes, but all of a sudden Morgan and the crowd look on in shock when Dean tries to eliminate him.

"Wait! Look at this! Look at this!" King yelled in a high pitched voice as the crowd 'Ohs!'

Morgan could not believe what she just saw. She quickly stands up and marches over to Dean while Seth stops Dean from eliminating Roman.

"The hell are you doing, you dumbass!?" She yelled. "What is wrong with you!?"

This was bad. Really bad.

"What's your problem!?" Seth yelled at Dean.

"What?" Dean snapped.

"Are you serious? Are you serious?! What the hell!? What the hell, Dean?" The Outspoken Diva argued as they both got in each other's faces

The crowd looked on in anticipation as Morgan and Dean started yelling at each other while Rollins tried to break it up.

"Dean just tried to eliminate his own partner!" Cole said as Roman recovered on the apron and looked at his teammates.

"Seth and Morgan are like, what are you doing?" King exclaimed

"It's every man for themselves!" Dean yelled.

"You said we would work until we were the final ones! We're a team! Stick to your word! Why are you so stupid!? Leave Roman alone!" Morgan shouted and ended up slapping him in the face, making the crowd pop loudly

"She just slapped her boyfriend!" King screamed.

"Again!" Cole added, thinking about the Slammy Awards

"Oh no, not like this! Things are falling apart!" JBL whined.

Ambrose held his face in shock and began to glare at her while Rollins tried to hold him back, surprised she slapped him.

All of a sudden, Cesaro runs into Seth and Dean and tries to eliminate them until they fight back and start fighting him on the ropes, in front of the stage. Morgan got pushed down by Cesaro and she rests on her hands and knees, still trying to process the conflict that just happened.

Roman sits down, still processing what his teammates have done. No one does that to him. Ever.

He stands up and eliminates Seth, Dean and Cesaro as the crowd cheers.

"Look at this! Reigns just eliminated three more men!" Cole exclaimed as Roman shot Dean and Seth a cold stare.

"And two of them, are his own partners!" King shouted.

Roman shook his head, looking stern. "You don't do that to me!" He yelled.

"Roman Reigns has just tied Kane," Cole informed. Roman turns around and gets hit with a spinebuster by Batista. As soon as The Animal turns around, he gets Brogue Kicked. "And Sheamus with a Brogue Kick!"

Punk stands up and hits him with the GTS.

"Punk with the Go To Sleep. We're down to the final five." Cole said.

"I'm surprised Morgan has survived this long." JBL looked on.

Roman tries to hit Punk with the spear but Punk kicks him and hits him with the GTS.

"Man, I just hope she keeps herself out of hot water. Roman does not look happy." King said with concern as she stood up and looked at Punk as the crowd popped loudly. "One of these people are going to WrestleMania! We've been waiting for these two to go at it."

Morgan takes off her hoodie.

"Let's do this." She said and they locked up.

Punk throws her to the ropes and she ducks his clothesline and hits him with a clothesline instead. She picks him up and throws him to the turnbuckle and starts unloading on him with a few chops. He reverses it and starts hitting her with elbows. She kicks him away and jumps on the middle rope to hit him with a crossbody. As soon as she gets up, she runs to the ropes but is caught by a one leg dropkick by Punk.

He picks her up for the GTS as the crowd gets hype but she reverses it and knees him in the stomach. He gets on his knees. She was about to kick him but he ducked and quickly stood up. He throws her to the turnbuckle and hits her with a running bulldog while Morgan holds her nose.

She turns around as she lays on her back and Punk gets on the top rope. He connects with a diving elbow as the crowd cheers. Punk picks her up and manages to throw her over the top rope but she holds on. She stands on the apron and ducks Punk's punch as she slides back in the ring, in between his legs. She stands up and as soon as Punk turns around, he gets hit with the backfire.

"Backfire!" King shouted

Punk lays on his back while Morgan slowly gets on the top rope. She goes for a moonsault but he moves out of the way as she holds her stomach.

"Oh! Nobody home!" Cole exclaimed.

Punk stands up and leans on the turnbuckle. All of a sudden, Kane grabs him from behind and eliminates him as the crowd boos.

"Oh my Lord...Kane eliminated Punk." Cole said as Morgan was on her hands and knees, recovering from the moonsault. Kane throws Punk into the barricade. "Oh no, look out guys."

Kane begins to take off things from the Spanish announce table. He grabs Punk in a chokeslam hold and chokeslams him on the table. Roman stands up, looking at the stage and slowly turns around to look at Morgan as the crowd cheers.

"Uh oh." King looked wary while she huffed and suddenly felt eyes on her.

"Great..." She grumbled, closing her eyes and then opening them to turn her head to look at Roman.

"Oh no. Oh no, Morgan, get out of there. Get out of there, right now, you do not want to be in the ring with an angry Roman Reigns." JBL warned.

"Yeah, Roman is still upset with Ambrose after he tried to eliminate him," Cole informed.

"I hope he doesn't take his anger out on her, Morgan tried to stop Ambrose," King said as the two stared at each other.

The Outspoken Diva slowly got up while the crowd chanted 'Yes!'

"These two...are they actually going to fight each other?" Cole asked.

"We really haven't seen these two fight each other when Morgan feuded with The Shield," JBL said.

Morgan takes a step back while Roman takes a step forward.

"What is Morgan's strategy?" King asked.

She takes another step back and Roman takes another step forward, looking straight into her eyes.

'Crunch time...No more games and no more messing around.' Morgan thought.

"Okay..." She fixed her fingerless gloves and gave Roman a serious look, motioning him to come at her. "Hit me with your best shot."

"What is she thinking!?" JBL asked. "Morgan! Do not do this!"

She runs and lunges at Roman, hitting him with elbows to the face as the crowd cheers.

"Whoa!" King exclaimed as Roman pushed her back.

He runs to her and she dropkicks him as the crowd cheers. Roman gets on his knees and she runs, hitting him with a shining wizard.

"Good grief! All that teammate stuff went out the window. This is truly every person for themselves." Cole said.

She gets up but Batista grabs her by the hair and slams her down again as the crowd heavily boos.

"Darn it, why Batista?" King retorted.

Morgan sighs loudly and holds her head. Batista starts to get hyped up as he does his taunt on the ropes while the crowd chants 'No! No! No!'

She gets up with a pissed off look and marches over to him. She turns him around and punches him in the face as the crowd cheers.

"Whoa!" The commentators exclaim.

"Bad idea," Cole stated.

"Things are getting heated between Morgan and Batista." JBL looked on.

"Stop pulling on my hair!" She yelled.

He shoves her and is about to clothesline her but she ducks and catches him from behind. She does a loud battle cry and slams him down, giving him the Morganizer as the crowd cheers. She glares at him and takes a step back but bumps into Roman's chest.

"Oh boy," King said.

"Watch your back, Morgan," JBL warned.

"Everyone else is down, it's just them two. Are we finally going to see these two go at it?" Cole asked.

She quickly turns around and is about to hit him but he grabs her forearm and picks her up over his shoulder as the crowd gets hype.

"No, Roman! No! Do not eliminate me!" She yelled, trying to fight her way out of his grip.

"Oh no!" King exclaimed.

She escapes and brings him down with her as she falls on top of him. She puts her legs around his neck to give him a head scissors submission.

"Do not eliminate me! Do not eliminate me! You are not going to eliminate me!" She shouted as the crowd laughed at her desperate talking.

He picks her up in a powerbomb hold. She shrieks and starts punching his face to make him fall while her butt falls on his face and she rolls over.

"What a compromising position that was," Cole said.

She crawls over to the ropes but shrieks when Roman grabs her leg as the crowd laughed.

"Come here." He demanded as he tried to drag her but she held on to the ropes.

"No, Roman!" she shouted

"Every man for themselves, Morgan." He replied as he pulled her to the middle of the ring.

"Why does everyone target the woman!?" She kicked him in the face as he stumbled back.

She crawls over to a corner and stands up with help from the ropes. Roman touches his mouth and looks at her. She could see the seriousness in his eyes that he really wanted to win and there were no more friends in this battle.

He runs up to her, about to do the Superman punch but she dodges it. As soon as he turns around, he gets roundhouse kicked in the face by her as the crowd pops.

"She kicked him!" King said in a high pitched voice as she looked at Roman's laid out figure in shock with her heart beating fast.

"I can't believe it," JBL claimed.

"I don't think Morgan can believe what she did," Cole said as she ran her hands through her hair.

"This cannot be happening." She shook her head.

Was she actually wrestling her teammate?

'Stupid Dean. He's going to make me feel the wrath of Roman Reigns. Idiot! He needs to stop making promises he can't keep. Now I have to suffer with an angry Samoan in the ring. So uncool...' She thought.

She was on her knees and saw Roman getting up. "U-uh, c-can we talk about this?"

She quickly moves out of the way while he hits the steel post.

"Seriously? I thought we were friends!" She exclaimed. "I don't want to get speared!"

As soon as Roman recovers, she gets on the top rope and waits for him to turn to her. Once he does, she hits him with a dropkick. She is about to go after him but Batista gets in the way, again and throws her over the top rope. She manages to hang on and lay down on the apron while Batista ducks Sheamus' Brogue Kick.

She gets back in the ring and roundhouse kicks Roman, Batista, and then Sheamus. She gets on the top rope and hits them all with a crossbody.

"Come on!" She taunted the crowd and turned her attention to Sheamus who was on his knees.

"She's fired up!" King grinned.

She hits them all with another set of roundhouse kicks to the face, dropping them all down the mat. As soon as Roman and Sheamus get up, she hits them with a double backfire.

"Go Morgan!" King cheered.

All of a sudden, Batista grabs her by the hair and throws her out of the ring as the crowd boos. Morgan was shocked. She did not see him coming. Everything went by so fast.

"Really? Really!?" She yelled and banged on the apron as the refs told her to leave.

"Man! Why!?" King asked.

"Darn, I wanted to see more. Well, there's always next year." JBL said.

"She had a good run, but Morgan has been eliminated," Cole announced.

"So not friggin' cool..." Morgan retorted and walked backstage.

R Truth Tweets 'WWEMorgan101 can really wrestle in jeans. That's what's up'

The Rock tweets 'Proud of WWEMorgan101 for showing some guts in that ring. Lovely ring performance'

Stone Cold tweets 'WWEMorgan101 is one helluva diva. You took a lot of hits. Good job out there. Keep Whooping ass.'

Zack Ryder tweets 'WWEMorgan101 was sick in that ring!'

Natalya tweets 'WWEMorgan101 Awesome ring performance! I'm so proud of you!'

The Bellas tweet 'WWEMorgan101 showed a lot of girl power. Awesome job, girl!'

Chyna tweets 'WWEMorgan101 You really are something else. Beautiful performance out there! You were amazing!'

Morgan tweets 'Thanks Batista for pulling on my hair for the 20th time. I hope Roman spears your ass!'

Morgan also tweets 'Thanks for the support! Trying to keep you entertained!'

'Back In The Ring'

The crowd boos while Batista throws Sheamus over the apron. Roman quickly gets up and hits Sheamus off the apron as the crowd cheers.

"Roman Reigns breaks the record!" Cole exclaimed but then Batista tried to eliminate him from behind but he hung on.

Morgan tweets 'PLEASE kick Batista's ass! PLEASE!'

"One of these two men are gonna headline WrestleMania. Will it be the man that has done it before, Batista, or will it be the upstart, Roman Reigns?" Cole wondered as the crowd chants 'Roman Reigns'

Roman and Batista face off.

"You're in my territory now," Roman said but then Batista kicked him in the stomach and hit him.

He throws Roman to the turnbuckle but Roman clotheslines him as the crowd cheers.

"Batista's groggy," King said

Morgan tweets 'Show him how it's done, Roman. Kick his ass!'

Roman tries to go for the Superman punch but Batista spears him.

Morgan tweets 'That spear was so off...Roman will show you how it's done, Batista.'

The crowd boos while Batista taunts the crowd. He turns around and gets speared as the crowd erupts in cheers.

Morgan tweets 'That's my boy. That's how you do it! THAT is a spear!'

"A spear by Reigns!" Cole exclaimed as Roman roared.

He looks at the WrestleMania sign and goes to eliminate Batista but he reverses it and eliminates him as the crowd boos.

"Here is your winner of the 2014 Royal Rumble, Batista!" Justin announced.

Morgan tweets 'Let me get this straight...Batista shows up, the week of the Royal Rumble and wins while everyone else busted their ass? Injustice!'

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'WWE Exclusive Video'

Morgan leaned on the door while Ambrose was shirtless and taking the tape off his hands. She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms.

Dean started to look annoyed and turned to look at her.

"What?" He snapped

"Don't what me. What the heck was that out there? You tried to eliminate your teammate when you said that we were going to make it to the end!"

"It's every man for themselves!"

"That doesn't matter! Stick to your word! You said that we were going to work together until we were all in the finals. Then it would be every man for themselves."

"Stop being so dramatic...It's done and over with. Grin and bear it..."

"Really? Do you know how upset Roman was? I almost got speared out there! You left me with his wrath. If you would just think with your brain instead of your-"

"Think with my brain? I always think with my brain. You need to stop having a soft spot for people. And don't think I forgot about you slapping me,"

"Well, you deserved it since you're acting like a dumbass. And I care about Roman. He's hurt."

"I don't care. Just stop talking..." he retorted.

"No, I won't stop talking. And don't you ever speak to me like that again,"

"Just go. You never take my side."

"Where is this coming from? Where? What the heck is going on, Dean?"

"Nothin' all right?" He sighed, rubbing his temples.

It truly looked like he was just ready for her to leave so he could be in solitude. But with Morgan, she had a bad feeling he was hiding something.

"No, it's not nothing. What the hell is going on?" she demanded

"Just leave me alone for a while."

She scoffed. "Oh, okay. Okay. This is how you are going to be? You're going act like this because you couldn't get your way?"

She rolled her eyes and left the room to take a walk.

Was he serious? That was not cool at all.

Little did Morgan know, Rosa was waiting till she left to slide into Dean's locker room.

"Hey, are you okay?" Rosa asked.

"Yeah..." he replied.

"I heard what happened. I'm sorry." she gave him a sad smile.

"You're the only person I can really talk to, right now."

"Vent. I'll listen." She sat on his lap.

'To Morgan'

Morgan's blood was boiling. People's egos really like to get in the way. The Royal Rumble did not go well with The Shield. She just felt bad for Roman. She didn't care if she got banged up, got a nosebleed, or had her hair pulled (She'll plot to torture Batista later).

Only one man was on her mind and it was Roman. She needed to go find him and comfort him. He needed a friend right now.

After taking a walk around the arena to calm herself down, she decided to go back to Dean. Hopefully, he'd stop with the attitude and they could continue talking about the match. But, when she was about to walk into the locker room, she heard Rosa's voice.

'What the heck? Why is she with Dean?' She thought as leaned on the wall, next to the door, and took a peek.

Rosa was on Dean's lap and she hugged him. The Outspoken Diva looked on, stunned at the sight as anger took over her. She wanted to run in and attack her but something told her to stay and listen.

"I really think you're with the wrong woman. She's not by your side anymore. You don't deserve her lectures. You deserve better." Rosa ran her hand through his wet hair. "She never gives you the attention that you want anymore. She's always around Roman. But I wouldn't do that to you...you're such a good man, Dean."

Morgan narrowed her eyes. So many questions went through her mind. Especially since Ambrose was allowing her to touch him and be on his lap. That was a huge red flag as Morgan began to fear for the worst.

"You know...when was the last time you and Morgan had some alone time together?" She asked. "She doesn't kiss you anymore...she doesn't praise you or give you the credit that you deserve. I know that you are the baddest man in The Shield. You're the mastermind."

"I know I am." He replied as she ran her hands down his chest.

"Has Morgan really been taking care of your needs and wants lately? You deserve so much better..." She leaned in to kiss him.

The Outspoken Diva dropped her jaw and widened her eyes. She put her hand over her mouth as she watched him kiss her back.

She was so confused and that kiss did not look like a first one. It looked like they had kissed before, multiple times.

What was going on? Was she dreaming? Was this a nightmare?

Was Rosa after Ambrose this entire time even though she made moves on Roman? Did she do that to throw her off?

'This can't be happening' Morgan thought as she shook her head and quickly left the scene.

She kept blinking to stop the tears from falling and found herself back at The Shield's hideout. She kicked a chair nearby and growled out of frustration, slamming her hands on one of the black storage boxes.

"Dammit!" She yelled and kicked another chair, shedding tears of frustration.

She started pacing around.

She felt sick.

How can he do this to her? Why would he kiss her? She didn't understand.

Morgan felt like a coward for leaving the scene but in the anger she was in, she didn't want to go to jail for murder. She was in the mood to kill somebody and she needed to keep her emotions in check.

She ran her hands through her hair and sighed loudly.

"Morgan?" A deep voice asked as she sniffed and wiped her tears.

"H-hey." She turned around and gave Roman a small smile. "You did awesome out there."

"So did you. Are you okay? I thought I heard some chairs around."

"Yeah, some chairs fell. I'm good. Look, I know there's been a lot of drama lately, but the match was every person for themselves. I mean, you have nothing to be disappointed about. 2014 is going to be your year to shine. Win or lose. Plus, you speared the crap out of Batista and you kind of kicked my ass out there, too."

"You know I never meant to hurt you," he said as he sat down on the black storage box.

"Don't be feeling guilty. I liked our little fight out there. I don't regret anything tonight. Me being in the Rumble was awesome. I just hope the crowd recognizes me for what I do in that ring. I'm trying to be noticed."

She looked at Roman and saw him looking down at the floor. "I shouldn't be talking about myself," she added. "I'm sorry. I know you're upset about Batista. I can just leave if you want to be alone."

As soon as she turned around, Roman grabbed her by the wrist.

"Stay."

"Okay." She turned back around. "Is something wrong? Is it still about the Rumble?"

"No..." He let her go and ran his right hand through his wet hair. "I can't hold this in any longer..."

"What's wrong?" She started to look concerned.

He exhaled. "Seeing you with him..."

"Who?"

"Ambrose...it kind of hurts because I've grown fond of you."

She looked at him in surprise. "What? I..." She trailed off as she watched him stand up and back her up against the wall.

Roman started to look frustrated and let out a grunt as he pressed his forehead against the wall, next to her head.

"I could have had you..." He said in her ear, making her shiver. "I could have kissed you...I could have held you..."

"R-Roman..."

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Best SAO Abridged Lines As RP Starters Pt.3

“Sheeptar the Sheep King, your reign is at an end.”

“If that thing hadn’t already killed seven of us, I’d say this was a really stupid boss.”

“Whoa whoa whoa, we can’t just go around sacrificing NPCs! Some of my best friends have been NPCs!”

“That makes way too much sense.”

“Choke on it! Choke on my vengeance! How does it taste?!”

“Yeeeah. You know what? Maybe he has a point. This is super uncomfortable.”

“Sooooo… how’s your day goin’? You’re looking pretty relaxed there, buddy.”

“This grass feels amazing.”

“I suspect that wasn’t a real question–”

“It was great! You should’ve been there! He was climbing the walls, spitting acid…”

“We’re still talking about a sheep, right? Not like a… fluffy Xenomorph?”

“Its a really stupid boss!”

“Apparently not that stupid if it killed seven of you.”

“…twelve now, actually…”

“I mean, you survived, so hey. Silver lining.”

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with you? You’re way too… mellow.”

“Well, I had some time to kill before the raid, so I figured I’d power level my alchemy a bit by eating some weird plants, and now everything’s…. just… great…”

“Look, okay? I get it. You had a really bad day. You’re stressed out, seven people died…”

“TWELVE PEOPLE.”

“Not the point. Look, they’re dead now. And really? Whose fault is that? That’s right. No one’s. So why don’t you lie down, relax, and watch the stars with me?”

“Its two in the afternoon! There are no stars!”

“Only if you’re looking with your eyes.”

“You’d better come down soon so I can kick your teeth in…”

“Huh… those dudebros make an interesting point.”

“I mean… as a man, there’s really only one option here.”

“I drew cat whiskers on you because I thought it would be funny, and it was!”

“Vhew eh pfftff Well… tff I… I dfff I-I mean… jju uu You know…! jj–… You- you could’ve… like… tjj ahu…”

“Yeah, remind me to draw on your face more often. I’ll eat like a king. Or at least a very wealthy janitor.”

“This coming from the guy who ate random plants off the ground?”

“Oh really? Well who’s dumber? Me, or the one who takes a nap next to some crazed drug fiend?”

“Need I remind you that YOU were that crazed drug fiend?”

“I can’t be held responsible for stoned _______. That guy’s an idiot.”

“Oh, looks like we are out of time! We’ll have to continue this next week, but in the meantime, please enjoy these lovely consolation prizes from the ________ Is Always Right Foundation.”

“Oh my god, you’re insufferable.”

“Huh… look. A human pinata.”

“He’s dying!”

“Uh… correction: he’s suffering. Probably hurts like a bitch, but he’s not gonna die.”

“Hey man! When you pop, could you try to send the candy over this way?!”

“I’m gonna go cut him down, you jackass.”

“Hey, anyone got like a thirty foot stick? I wanna take a crack at this thing.”

“So did anyone see where the candy went, or…?”

“For christ’s sake, a man just died!”

“Ah, yesss… but that just raises an even bigger question. Why do you care?!”

“I’m sorry, are you asking me why I care that a man was killed?”

“No, I’m asking why YOU care that a man was killed!”

“Welll… let’s see… most people would - charitably - refer to you as the crown prince of douchebags, long may he reign.”

“Your usual reaction to human suffering is to pull up a chair and crack out the popcorn! What’s your angle?!”

“I am shocked and appalled that that is your opinion of me!”

“Starts with an A---… right, Y. Starts with a Y. I mean its close, they’re basically neighbors, you can understand my mistake.”

“Its uh… Yo… Yo… Yo… Ya… Yoooooga pants?”

“Oh, spare me, Wonder Woman. You’re only doing this to prove I was wrong.”

“Hey! At least I PRETEND to be nice to people!”

“Yeah, whatever, uh—wait, ‘pretend’?”

“Well if its not my least favorite customer.”

“Aw, you just say that because I’m not dumb enough to buy any of your crap.”

“Yeah, well if there’s one upside to being trapped with these idiots, its that they’ll buy pretty much anything.”

“What’s the matter with you?! Why would you bring her here?! I thought we were friends!”

“What is up in dis… hizouse?”

“There’s just so much beauty in the world, you know?!”

“So dat’s da sitch. Think ya can scope da deets on dis gat for us, homey?”

“Um, but I’m da one dat asked you.”

“Why you ignoring me bro? You got cotton in your ears?”

“OH GOD! I-I didn’t mean it like that!”

“Grand Wizard _______ here’s not what you’d call a ‘people person’.”

“Um, excuse me?! Mr. Kettle? Mr. Pot called. He said you’re black!”

“What? Its a turn of phrase. It has nothing to do with race.”

“Okay, now you see dat? DAT was racist.”

“Well CLEARLY, I’m stabbing myself with this sword to see if it kills me– Oh god, what AM I doing?”

“Ah… handing the black man a murder weapon. Tale as old as time.”

“Do you really hate this place that much, or do you just love the sound of your own voice?”

“Its my gift to the world.”

“Hate to break it to you sweetie, but the world wants a gift receipt.”

“No refunds or exchanges. Only store credit.”

“Shhhhh. The grown-ups are talking.”

“Really? Then show me the body.”

“There is no body!”

“You can’t prove that he’s dead. Let me give this poor girl some hope.”

“Oh, don’t even PRETEND that’s what you’re doing!”

“________, why would ________ have wanted to make sweet love to your friend’s chest with the business end of a broadsword?”

“Meh, I’ve killed for less.”

“I knew it! They’re finally coming for me! It was only a matter of time! The walls are closing in!”

“Ever since he got trapped in here, he’s been terrified that his more… 'verbose’ commenters are going to make good on their threats.”

“I used to laugh at their comments! You hear me?! LAUGH! But now?! What if they actually DO chop off my limbs, rip out my intestines, and ride me like some sort of meat toboggan?!”

“You hear that? 'Meat Toboggan’. Try getting THAT image out of your head. Grippin’ his entrails like the reins of Santa’s sleigh. Streaking through the fresh morning snow on a trail of bile and gore, as his eyes beg the same question as the horrified children in his wake. 'Why…?’ ”

“This… may have been a mistake.”

“I disagree. I think you’ve got a real flair for this.”

“Did I say 'reason’? Sorry, I meant the screaming monkeys that live in her brain.”

“I don’t know about you, but I have a duty to my fans to survive this! …I mean, to the ones who AREN’T threatening to use my spine as a pitching wedge.”

“I think we can safely assume a ghost is not the culprit here!”

“Of course not. Obviously it was a Hit by the Mermaid Mafia paid in Leprechaun gold! But who was the puppet master? The Unicorns? No… they’ve had a feud going with the Mermaids for years.”

“Damn it, this is serious!”

“Weeellllll… I’m not a doctor… but I don’t like her chances.”

"Ah! Ah! Ow! Ah! Ugh! Ah.... aaaugh..."

"Really? I figured some random perp would be no match for the world's greatest detective. Oh-ho wait, no... THAT'S BATMAN. And you're not Batman, are you? You will NEVER be Batman."

"That, uh... cut surprisingly deep. Well played."

"I can't believe you just left me with that guy!"

"Really? What part of that was out of character for me?"

"If you say '_______', I'm going to stab you in the eye."

"So anyway, I think we should go over what we know so far."

"Why? I figured the whole thing out hours ago."

"My sandwich! It was innocent...!"

"SHHH! I must grieve."

"What do you want?! Scalps?! I can get you scalps!"

"Oh, I see. You're an orphan blood man! Do you prefer your victims pre-drained, or do you like to get your hands dirty?"

"Oh, so you like them crucified! Well, that'll be a bit trickier, but I'm sure I can work something out!"

"...so, where are we on the whole orphan blood thing? We talking heads or liters?"

"For the love of-- We're not ghosts! We faked our deaths!"

"Seriously, ________? How many people would you have killed if we'd asked you to?"

"Thaaaaat's... not important."

"I DISAGREE."

"And Samson said, 'With an asses jawbone, I have made asses of them. With an asses jawbone, I have killed a thousand men.'"

"No no! You sighed! That's not nothing!"

"Boss... I get what you're going for. Bible quoting serial killer... its a great motif. Classic. But... its a big book. They're not all gonna be gems."

"Okay, bigshot! Name one verse that's scarier than that."

"Oh, I don't know. How about 'no flesh shall be spared'? Mark 13:20?"

"Holy shit! That's in the Bible...?"

"Have... you ever actually READ the Bible?"

"Look, we're getting off-track. I'm the guild leader, and I say my verse was better."

"Don't you think the whole 'Jesus tells me to kill' thing is... holding us back? Plus... you're not even all that good at it."

"How DARE you! The J-man's teachings inform everything I do!"

"That's not even a word! Much less--- ugh. Forget it. Let's just kill these guys and go."

"Stupid horse! That entrance was almost perfect!"

"Don't patronize me, Yoga Pants!"

"I'm afraid that's impossible, officer. The Lord has ordered these sinners dead, in the form of a guy who pays fifty bucks..."

"Fifty bucks? Selling yourselves a bit cheap, don't'cha think? You guys provide an essential, in-demand service, and you're DEFINITELY the leaders in your field. I mean, you GOTTA cash in on that name recognition."

"THAT'S WHAT I KEEP TELLING HIM.”

“The high-paying clients won't touch us. They take ONE LOOK at Reverend Killjoy over here, and think we're a bunch of crazy people!"

"You could reach a much wider demo if you just tone down the religious theme."

"What you guys need is a total rebranding. Ad campaign! PR blast! Get your faces out there! Let people know you're not just about the fire and brimstone! You are multifaceted, three-dimensional killing machines, and you have got a little something for everyone, because contract killing... is a beat we can all dance to."

"As payment, the lives of these sinners are now yours to command."

"Thanks! Jesus told me to say it."

"Huh... so I own you guys now. That's cool."

"Serves one per conspirator, may contain trace amounts of 'caaaaalllled iiiiit'."

"How did you realize I was lying?"

"Ah, well, that part was quite simple. You see: I'm not an idiot."

"Yeah, that'd do it."

"Of course... I do have some evidence. If you're into that sort of thing."

"My first thought was ___________. My second thought was 'Oh shit, window.' And with that, much like that window, the cracks in your facade started to form."

"As if anyone would let that moron in on a conspiracy. A friggin' landmine deals with pressure better than him, and would kill fewer people."

"You seem to have put a lot of thought into this..."

"Well, someone had to."

"BUT. This whole thing still leaves me with one question... WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!"

"Oh, right. Totally forgot. I should probably mention that he didn't do it."

"What? I just thought you guys might like to know. You seemed pretty interested in the subject."

"Well, I'm sorry. SHOCKINGLY, he wasn't very COOPERATIVE."

"How big is this web?! You're catching school buses in this thing!"

"Hey! We just gift-wrapped your friend's killer for you! You maybe wanna react here?"

"Ah! A valid point! But tell me. Do you think ______ would've trusted a stranger to do the job? Well then, you must think _______ was skilled enough to kill _______ one-on-one. Or perhaps smart enough to catch her unawares?"

"Oh my god, _______'s not the killer."

"Hey, people threatened to kill me for giving Pokemon: V&R a seven out of ten! At this point, I've learned to just assume the position."

"Hold it, I've got something I've been holding in for a while... That hat makes you look like a HIPSTER!"

"What? No! Bullshit! I had to go to a dark place to pull out that masterpiece! It was full of emotions that scare and confuse me. Now come on, get up! We're doing this again! And this time, you're not gonna fold just cause that hat makes you look like John Lennon joined the mafia!"

"See? There's no challenge in it! Verbal abuse, man. Its a lost art."

"You guys were the best slaves a boy could have."

"Fuck it! I tried! You all saw it!"

"We're gonna make sure you get the help you need, buddy. Behind this tree."

"Look, if this is about me being right about everything, I forgive you, okay?"

"Damn it, I'm trying to be nice and have a moment here, which isn't easy with SOME people being so LOUD!"

"Wait-- nononoNONONO---"

#RP Prompt #Meme #RP Meme

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charizardstolemynickname · 11 months

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SEASON 3 BABYYYYYYYYYY (sobbing)

I have started season 3! Here are my thoughts that I am adding to everytime I pause the first episode

SO, everyone appears to still have their powers, well Gus does. But last time Luz was there (Season 1 finale maybe? I forget when) Luz was unable to use the glyphs, which makes sense. No world magic in the Human Universe, but the magic people have magic in their heart thing (??) so, it makes sense they can still do magic

AND I FORGOT GUS IS A HUMAN NERD! He had the whole human club thing at Hexside, and now he gets to witness the magic that is bubble wrap, amazing. ALSO, this is a Gus fanpage, HE HELPED LUZ'S MUM WASH THE DISHES! I love him.

Hunter and Luz bonding over not telling the others things in their secret things. Poor little kids just confused. They don't deserve this.

"Thank you for providing us shelter ma'am" "Please never do that again" HUNTER YOU PRECIOUS CHILD, poor Luz's mum now has like, 6 kids (including Vee) overnight, she is struggling, especially with the magic terms and Belos and Collector story.

AHHH, V IS SO CUTE, THE LITTLE NOTE LEFT WELCOMING LUZ HOME!!!

NEW INTRO IS SO COOL!!! And I never knew the studio that created TOH is called "Lumity Studios" BROOO, the studio just ships Luz and Amity the most huh

THE LUZ AND AMITY PICTURES IN THE INTRO!?! AHHHHH AND THE "HI IM BI" AIUEDNFFLWJKSDL

THE COMING OUT WITH THE HUG AND RAINBOWS AND POWERPOINT!!? I AM GOING INSANE!!!!!!!!!

The human clothes are so great BUT HUNTER DRESSING UP AT FLAPJACK?! Iconic, love the onesie kiddo

NEW V OUTFIT AND APPEARANCE! Iconic. AND THE PRIDE BADGE CAMILLA IS WEARING!? AHSUSHA

Hunter in the mirror freaking out, bless him, I just want to hug and adopt him, WILLOW CUTTING HIS HAIR!! Also Hunter you ain't hiding this crush well YOU ARE BLUSHING EVERYTIME WILLOW IS NEAR

V saving the world one step at a time (teaching Gus how to use the fire extinguisher) as she should

.....They are so bad at cooking, bless them, Luz, Camilla and Vee look traumatised

(I have no idea if this is still the intro, going to be honest, the music is still going though so)

Luz and Amity dancing in the rain (so romantic I will sob) whilst Hunter and Gus are covered in mud and Vee laughs and Willow takes a picture, AHHH My feels. I love them. They are just kids and these scenes remind me of that

......The Hooty, Lilith, Eda and King drawings in Luz's notebook are making me go insane, holy hell, ONE) LUZ IS AN AMAZING DRAWER BUT TWO) DON'T GO MAKING ME MISS THEM, I WILL SOB

(Ah so it was just the intro, I apologise for such big notes on just the intro BUT IT WAS SO COOL!)

...THEY HAVE A VERSION OF DUOLINGO!?! Oh Hooty is going to LOVE this. AND VEE!! Vee is adorable I love her, she has basically perfected a WHOLE DIFFERENT LANGUAGE!

Gus' magic thing becoming an earring is also not being unnoticed, I am absolutely seeing it, and going insane over it, and now want it, despite not having my ears pierced, I also want to dress like how he is dressed, god someone tell me where Gus gets his human clothes from, his overall vibes are immaculate

Whatever Flapjack is looking for is also noted, I will keep this in mind, but please magic birdy, don't ruin these floors, they have just done this building back up (/lh)

WHO DREW THAT PICTURE OF HOOTY!? WHY IS IT SO CREEPY

Aww, so it really is Duolingo, with the threats and all!

"I never expected to be a mother of 6!" RIGHT?! Like, Camilla loves these kids with her whole heart I am sure.. BUT THIS POOR WOMAN, she needs a break

...Hunter that jumper is so- ....You know what, beautiful, well done kiddo

Do we think Flapjack isn't trying to find something and instead trying to draw something? Idk, the shapes of the cracks look similar (but that might just be, because they are cracks of the same material with the same material hitting it with the same force) OH NO, Well, I was close, ish (we will pretend), but he was instead trying to get what is underneath the floor? A box? A map?? OOOO, no guys, tell Luz

I love that Luz just has to go to school after it all, I wonder if Vee was going in her place for however long Luz was gone after summer ended. And Luz, pal, please don't cause a scene in your English Lit class, you'll get weird looks... Knew it

FUCKKKK The locker being full of Eda and King drawings and THE KING MODEL, is making me lose my mind, I MISS THEM!!!!!! How did you guys survive!?

"You were right in class, we read about too many crusty old dudes, give me books about crusty old women!" Feminism has peaked ladies, gentlemen and other guests, we cannot improve from this moment on

"I wish I knew how to make demon food for your friends. Would they prefer to drink blood?" Camilla supports demons and vampires, my supportive queen <3

AWW WAIT, Hunter's sewing is getting better!!! WELL DONE!! PROUD OF YOU SWEETIE! And the obsession with wolves? Relatable, I adore them too, we are one of the same, you're right Gus, happy Hunter is new, but we love him!

"Do you miss it?" "I miss knowing who I was supposed to be" Jesus Hunter! No need for such a hard hitting line to be used!

...Gus being obsessed with a book and accidentally hinting to Hunter he knows about the Grimwalker thing, was hilarious. But NOT as hilarious as Gus creating a whole shrine to this book series in a tiny closet in the basement, I love Gus

GOD I ALSO LOVE CAMILA, she is studying so many books and paper and making notes etc to help find something for them to eat I AM GOING INSANE

AND SHE IS DEFENDING LUZ SO MUCH AHHHH, I LOVE CAMILA SO MUCH, I also relate to little Luz, I too was weird and did weird stuff without realising it was weird, god I feel so sorry for Camilla, SHE IS A WONDERFUL PARENT, if I see anyone ever insulting her I will go feral, she is under my protection now, if she has 1 fan, its me, if she has 0, I am dead. SHE EVEN HAS THE SNAKE PJS FRAMED!! AND THE BI LOVE BRACELET! God I am going insane

..Hunter, babes, my pal, that sadly isn't human outfit, that is, fictional story outfit. BUT I APPRECIATE THE EFFORT! AWW Gus and Hunter bonding over being nerds is so sweet, I adore them, but Hunter, sadly the 90s was very wrong, we didn't get cool gadgets BUT we did get tumblr, so... yeahhhh.

"NO NO NO SPOILERSSSS!" Mood Hunter, me and you are trying to avoid spoilers to our new obsession like its the plague

DON'T BLUSH LIKE THAT HUNTER JUST BECAUSE SHE WINKED AT YOU! Fucking simp (/j)

"Even if I am not who I am supposed to be, I like who I am right now" GOD, WHAT HAVE WE TALKED ABOUT HUNTER! NO HARD HITTING LINES ON A MONDAY! There was no reason for that line to be so emotion-inducing

This green stuff is really getting on my nerves, let these kids have a break they already have enough trauma and angst to deal with (/j)

THEY HAVE A STATUE OF PHILIP!?! God damn stupid town.

...Demonic giraffes should have been expected with them banishing them, but hey, they are still cute

VEE YOU BRAVE SOUL, and I will come back to how much I love you in a minute, BUT THE OWNER/EMPLOYEE PERSON HAS NONBINARY FLAG NAILS ON! They are quite cool, love them, Vee clearly loves them too with that blush

MASHA! You have a name AND YOUR PLAQUE THING WITH YOUR NAME ON HAS YOUR PRONOUNS! Love that

"It's like you are reading each other's minds! You must have been friends forever!" GOD, Have I mentioned how much I love Vee? Amazing way to diffuse the tension and such, love her

AWW A SCRAPBOOK! Fuck, that's adorable. ALSO THEY ALL WATCHED DISENCHANTED TOGETHER?! Amazing. Love that they do movie nights. God they are all so cute together god damn it!

I know this searching through the house is meant to be intense, but the hooty and king masks combined with the HOUSE BEING SO BIG, SINCE WHEN IS IT SUCH A LARGE HOUSE AND NOT SOME TINY SHED is making me laugh

Maybe inside the wardrobe is Narnia! ..nevermind it was just a rat

Oh but couldn't Belos actually be there, but in the mirror like Luz and the Collector did? Which is why Hunter saw him there but he isn't actually in the house?

ANYWAY, I have gone through like, half the first episode and I have put a lot of thoughts here, so this is part 1 of s3 episode 1 reaction, will upload the second part when I finish the episode but YEAH, so far, absolutely loving this season, I like that its all blind reactions, I usually see stuff about the shows and that's what makes me watch it, but instead I am truly coming into this not knowing anything, which is fun!

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mtreebeardiles · 2 years

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and forgive one last one - "climbing back into bed, onto your partner’s body to wake them up" for Reyes and Scott??? Pretty please? <3

Okay I realize that he didn't crawl back into bed, but he wound up on top of him all the same hahaha

Also on AO3!

It wasn't often that Scott woke up first.

He wasn't sure what had pulled him from sleep, either: sunlight streaming through the slats over the apartment's windows, the thrum of activity beyond these walls something he could feel as well as hear. White noise that had become familiar, another facet of the reality of this place, the scents and the sounds and the sights unique enough to remind him even in that hazy state between sleep and wakefulness that he was not aboard the Tempest.

That he was here, in Reyes's small apartment, right where he wanted to be, sheets pooled low around his legs tangled with Reyes's, the rest of them covering his partner and spilling off the other side of the bed. A narrow space and blankets were often superfluous when they shared it, Scott's natural heat more than enough to keep them warm, but Reyes had confessed to a difficulty in sleeping without something. Thin sheets in lieu of the heavier comforters on the rare rainy stretch of days on Kadara when the temperature dropped and left his lover lamenting the loss of warmth.

"This may come as a shock to you, mi amor, but I was not built to endure chill."

"Good thing you have me, then, huh?"

And the smile he'd gotten had been a touch wistful, a lot wanting, before Reyes had smoothed it away and kissed him instead. A cover, Scott knew, a distraction from something they still couldn't quite discuss, of the reality they found themselves in: Scott's duties as the Pathfinder, Reyes's position as the shadow king of Kadara, circumstances yawning like chasms between them when all they wanted was what they had right now, right here, in this moment.

Mornings in bed, the natural following of a night spent in one another's arms, lazy lulls in busy schedules reminding them what it was they were even fighting for.

But the schedules were tied to roles neither had imagined for themselves in coming to Andromeda, choices made under fire and duress or foisted upon them beyond their control, the paths set even as they chafed against them.

But not forever -- Scott was certain of that. He wasn't sure how, or when, or what all would need to happen, but he sure as shit hadn't traveled this far from the only home he'd ever known to have his life dictated by someone else.

Even if that someone else was nothing more than a memory, a legacy on his shoulders and in the AI implanted in his skull.

And who's to say that's what Dad even wanted? He mused, reaching out to trace a fingertip along Reyes's jaw. Dark eyelashes fluttered against warm brown skin but his lover did not stir -- not yet.

Alec Ryder had chosen his son's life over his own. Memories in fragments and figments providing insight to a picture he never would have imagined, and while he wasn't sure he agreed with the choice he had to wonder at the decision all the same -- to share these things with his son at all, when their own relationship had bordered on nearly estranged for so much of Scott's life.

He knew Scott, better than Scott had realized, and he found it hard to think his father would have expected him to sacrifice everything he was trying to fit into someone else's idea for what a Pathfinder ought to be.

Scott blazed his own trail; always had, always would.

And that trail included this man still asleep beside him.

Scott smiled as he drew his fingertip along dark eyebrows, down the ridge of Reyes's nose, and that smile widened as Reyes's brows began to furrow. Little tugs, little pulls, dragging him closer and closer to wakefulness. A small frown, a small sigh, and Scott decided he'd had enough of being awake all by himself.

He grabbed the sheets, tossed them aside --I know, I know, SAM, not on the floor-- to the end of the bed near their feet before crawling on top of Reyes. Bracketed his hips with his knees and took a moment to admire him, leaner in build than Scott himself was, dark hair at his chest trailing down to his navel and beyond, and Scott couldn't resist running his hands up until they rested on his pecs.

"Reyes."

Another frown, this one deeper.

"Reyes."

"Mmm…"

Scott leaned down, kisses heated, lazy pressure against his jaw, up to his ear, letting his beard brush against the smooth skin of Reyes's cheek.

"Reyes."

"Mmph?"

"Wake up."

A nip earned him a shiver and he smiled as he felt Reyes begin to move, felt the calloused pads of his fingers make their way to his back. Touch light, undirected, even as Reyes turned his head and blinked those beautiful brown eyes up at him in sleepy confusion.

"…hmmm?" He kissed Scott's cheek despite his bleariness. "Is it morning already?"

"Mhmm." Scott was too busy pressing more kisses to his skin, nice and slow, to answer verbally. Reyes let his head drop back against the pillow once more, exposing the tantalizing line of his throat for Scott to explore next. A deep sigh, satisfied, and Scott felt his lover's fingertips press more firmly against his back.

"Well that can't be right," Reyes went on, voice still thick.

"No?"

"You're up before me."

"And that's not allowed?"

"Nope."

"Think this might be a dream then?"

"Could be," Reyes replied, musing, and Scott grinned against him as those hands wandered more purposefully to his ass. "Suppose we'll have to test it to be sure."

"Yeah?"

"Obviously." Reyes gave his ass a squeeze. "If it's a dream, we don't have to get up yet."

"And if it isn't?"

"If it isn't…" Reyes considered, humming, and Scott laughed as he hooked a leg around his and abruptly swapped their positions. He smiled up at him, heart picking up the pace, feeling that excitement start to build low in his belly as Reyes took his time admiring him. Hands moved to take Scott's, lacing their fingers, pressing them to either side of Scott's head as Reyes leaned down to do some kissing of his own.

"If it isn't," he went on, voice a husky whisper in Scott's ear. "Then I'll have to convince you to stay in bed with me a bit longer, cariño."

"But only if it's not a dream?" Scott asked, cocking an eyebrow even as a shiver worked its way through him at the heated press of Reyes's lips against his throat. "How are we going to test it to be sure?"

"Conveniently," Reyes began, giving him a nip that had Scott's hips rocking up against him, "these tests are the same."

"Well thank god for that," he retorted with a growl, and he swallowed Reyes's laugh down in another fervent kiss.

#my writing #Mreyder #Scott Ryder #Reyes Vidal #prompt fill #fluff #Mass Effect: Andromeda

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Tenjiku's Prince

Chapter 4: The war begins

WC:

September 31st, 2005: The day everything changed.

Two hours til war.

I reported to the location that Izana gave all the new members for them to receive their Tenjiku uniform; an old abandoned cemetery. Fitting. Everyone hated the whole idea of this war; there were far to many things that could go wrong.

Nobody was at the cemetery when I arrived, all the old shrines and dirty pathways showed no signs of being touched in decades. Still, I scanned around, making sure to be aware of everything that was going on around me. I sat on an old bench by some religious figures to collect my thoughts.

"(Name)!"

I snapped my head up, only to see Izana standing on the hill in front of the hill, the executives by his side as the sun rose behind him. The whole scene was like a movie. Even in a non-formal event, he still liked to remind people that he was on top.

"(Last name) (Name)!" Izana called once more.

I followed up the broken path that led to him, and as I did so, I could feel the eyes of each executive creep upon me. Izana bore the same face he usually did: bored, his lips slightly agape as he focused on something we couldn't see.

"The fight with the Blooming Moons starts in two hours at the parking lot. Depending on how you do..." Izana grabbed one of the uniforms from Mochi, "If you do well, you will be rewarded greatly."

"Executive," I grabbed the uniform from Izana, "If I'm an executive people will like me again."

I walked away after giving my thanks. I carried that uniform like it was the last thing I had; like it was my lifeline. Sure, it sounds pitiful and dramatic, but I felt honored to be a part of Tenjiku, even if I was just some low-level scum.

One hour til war.

I couldn't help but look at myself in the mirror with the uniform on; it just felt too good. I missed fighting; it was like a bonding method in a way. Sure, you're beating people's skulls in, but there was an odd form of unity that drew me toward the violence.

Maybe I'm the monster.

Half-hour til war.

Izana called each of us to Yokohama before the battle. While all the lower levels and some executives were clearly anxious, Izana appeared calmer than he ever was. It was unnerving; he looked like he was on drugs or something.

"Today is your test. The leader is strong; Katsu is well-known around Yokohama. Be grateful if you leave with your lives today."

Izana's words didn't help the already-growing tensions.

"I already had Ran and Mochi take out the Blooming Moon's top officials."

"Three in total," Ran spoke, "We won't have to worry about them."

Everyone here is fucking insane.

Ten minutes til war.

I stood beside my squad leader with a look of pride on my face as we faced the Blooming Moons. 250 against 500; not the fairest fight anyone in Yokohama had seen.

Izana reminded us all of the S-62 "leading battle" that would be taking place. Katsu had already selected his finest man, who stood cracking his knuckles in front of the rest of the Blooming Moons.

"(Name)," Izana shoved me slightly, "Get out there."

"Huh? Izana, I don't think-"

"A peasant talking back to his king?" His eyes were filled with rage, "Wanna prove yourself? Stop sniveling, get your ass up there, and kick his ass!"

I walked on shaky legs to the front, standing before my opponent.

"Really?" He taunted, "You're putting this low-life piece of garbage in the leading battle?"

Izana didn't reply.

He bent to my level, looking at me with beady eyes, "I remember you! I beat you and your crew into a bloody pulp!"

I gritted my teeth and bit my tongue, determined not to let him get to me.

"I remember that kid, Asahi? The bitch-"

"Keep his name outta your mouth, you mutated cumsock!"

The word left my mouth before I could resist. I tried to forget about my Vice President for a while; I guess it hurts too much to think about that day. Damn, it still gets to me.

"Aww~! Is the little bitch gonna cry about his dead boyfriend?"

"That's enough!" Izana yelled, "We aren't here for playground bullshit, so knock it off!"

The man turned to face Izana, "Well, maybe is this fa-"

BAM!

I couldn't help it. That man made me so damn upset that I couldn't help but knock him out. He lay on the ground, motionless.

The war had begun.

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Found Once Again Chapter 10

LMK Wukong x Bao Li

Be Warned: There’s angst ahead

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“Please... Just let me go. ” Was all she could say.

“C'mon do you still not trust me?” Macaque grumbled.

Bao Li shook her head.

While Macaque's words sounded sincere, Bao Li couldn't believe them.

Bao Li honestly had no idea what to think of Macaque at that moment.

All she did know was that she had to get out of there before she was consumed by a hurricane of emotions.

“Macaque, please! I just need some time to think!” Bao Li pleaded.

“Sure, take all the time you need.” Macaque purred, his grip still tight.

“I meant some alone time!” Bao Li whined as she wriggled against his grip.

“Do you really think I'm gonna let you run off by yourself out here? Where there are other demons just waiting to snatch you up?” Macaque's voice hardened a bit.

“Macaque please! I-I can handle myself! Just let me go!” Bao Li insisted as she kept wriggling.

“No you can't. Your crystal magic won't be enough to protect you from what's coming-“ -Macaque turned Bao Li to face him- “-Right now, there's something far more dangerous than Wukong and his friends lurking around out there. You'll no doubt be killed in seconds if you leave now.”

“Eh?! What could possibly be-” -Bao Li's eyes widened- “- Oh no! The Jade Emperor! Oh dear! He's probably still so mad at me-”

“Woah! Calm down. The Jade Emperor had gotten over himself a long time ago. Besides, it was Wukong he was mad at, not you.” Macaque reminded with a chuckle.

“If that's true then what else is there to worry about?” Bao Li asked as she tilted her head in confusion.

“Just because The Jade Emperor is no longer an issue doesn't mean you're out of the woods just yet. After all-” -Macaque grabbed her face and pulled it towards his- “-A pretty face like yours would make the perfect snack for all those hungry demons out there.”

Bao Li let out a distressed whimper as Macaque caressed her face.

Macaque simply smirked and let out another chuckle.

“Now, you can stay here with me. Or you can end up as a demon's dinner. Your choice.”

“I- I-”

“Let Bao Li go! Now!”

Macaque's six ears perked up as he released Bao Li's face and whipped around.

Standing before him was an absolutely furious Wukong, with MK in tow.

Wukong's eye glamours had dropped, revealing their true ruby red color as he flashed his teeth.

“Ah, Monkey King! Still hung up on your ex, huh?” Macaque chuckled, flashing Wukong a smug grin.

If looks could kill, Macaque would've been a corpse before he hit the floor.

Wukong's eyes narrowed as a low growl rumbled in his throat.

“You have ten seconds to release Bao Li.”

It was then Macaque felt a shudder run down his spine.

Normally, he would happily fight with Wukong but the level of rage he was seeing made his blood run cold.

Macaque had only seen Wukong this angry once before:

The night he thought Bao Li had died.

Macaque swallowed thickly, his heart pounding in all six of his ears.

For once, he was actually terrified to face Wukong.

There was no way he was going to be able to survive a fight with an absolutely enraged Wukong.

Macaque had already died once! He wasn't about to let history repeat itself!

He cleared his throat but the moment he tried to speak, he was silenced by a harsh growl.

“Ten.”

“Woah! Take it easy-”

“Nine.”

“You're really just gonna-”

“Eight.”

“Just hold on-”

“Seven.”

Bao Li let out a distressed whimper.

She had never seen Wukong so angry before!

She could practically see the flames of fury dance in his ruby eyes as he drew closer and closer.

Bao Li wanted to intervene but the words kept getting caught in her throat.

“Six.”

“I didn't even say anything that time-”

“Five.”

Macaque's eyes frantically darted about, desperately trying to find a way to shield himself.

“Four.”

It was then Macaque noticed Bao Li's terrified expression.

“Careful! You might scare Bao Li!”

Macaque's words only added more fuel to Wukong's rage.

“Three.”

“C'mon, sapphire! Do something!” Macaque hissed as he glared at Bao Li

“Two.”

“Hurry-”

“One.”

In the blink of an eye, Wukong leapt up high into the air and dove straight for Macaque.

Realizing he was done for, Macaque hastily opened a shadow portal and vanished, leaving Bao Li behind.

Wukong's heart skipped a beat as he quickly realized that Bao Li was about to take the hit!

He tried desperately to slow down and stop himself but it was no use!

BAM!

CLINK!

Luckily, Bao Li managed to summon a crystal shield just seconds before Wukong made contact.

Wukong immediately peeled himself off Bao Li's shield.

“Bao Li! Are you ok?! I am so sorry! I-”

It was then Wukong felt his heart sink into his stomach.

Bao Li was staring at him as if he were a massive bloodthirsty beast.

Her breathing was heavy as she begun to shiver.

Bao Li was shivering so hard, her shield begun to shake a bit.

“Bao Li! Please don't look at me like that! I didn't mean to attack you! I swear!”

“Stay away from me!” Bao Li wailed as she burst into tears.

Her terrified cries cut through Wukong's heart like a knife.

“No! Bao Li! Please don't cry! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean it!”

Wukong tried to reach for her but Bao Li jumped away and stumbled to her feet.

Without thinking, Bao Li dashed off into the opposite direction, tears still pouring down her face.

“Bao Li! Wait! Come back! I'm sorry!” Wukong cried out as he chased after her.

“Wait for me!” MK added as he followed suit.

Bao Li continued to run as fast as her legs could take her, not even pausing to take a breath.

“Bao Li! Please! Come back!“

The sound of Wukong's voice only made Bao Li try to run faster.

Unfortunately her run was cut short by a large rock in her path.

THUD!

Bao Li fell flat on her face.

She tried to get up only to feel a hand grab her shoulder.

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Hey hey Miss Raven!!!!

I would say that my main request is Cheka touring around each dorm with Leona (Ojii-tan) for a weekend! How would Riddle react to seeing the little lion prince? Would Azul try to bribe him into some sort of business but not realize 5 year olds aren't the best targets? Would Lillia steal him because of Papa instincts? Would Cheka be kinda intimidated by Rook or know no fear, even as his Uncle gets very uncomfortable? Does he try to play with Idia and Ortho's hair? Does Jamil have to keep two sunshine rich boys on a leash?

(You don't have to do full on paragraphs unless you want to! Bullets are perfectly fine)

This gets super long (especially for the dorms that have many members), so I placed the rest below the cut! Please enjoy Cheka and Uncle Leona's shenanigans~

Curiouser and Curiouser...

"Oji-tan!" Cheka cried out, tugging on his uncle's leather jacket. His wide eyes were set with the glint of mischief and curiosity. "I wanna see more of your school!!"

"... What?" Leona scowled down at his nephew. "You must be joking."

"Nuh-uh!" The lion cub vigorously shook his head. "I really wanna see! Pretty please, Oji-tan?”

“No. Why do you even want to snoop around, anyway? It does you no good.”

“Well, cuz... I might go here one day! I wanna know what this place is all about, in case it’ll be my territory!”

“Hmph. That’s wishful thinking. Your old man’s definitely signing you up for his prissy alma mater.”

“You never know. One day, I might be king of Savanaclaw, just like you...! So can I see the other dorms? Please, please, please? I promise I’ll be super, duper good! Like, on my best behavior good!”

He snorted. “The answer’s not changing, furball. It’s already enough of a hassle to babysit you when you’re stuck in one place. I’m not taking you on a walk, too.”

“Awww!” Cheka crossed his arms and pouted, his tiny ears flattening. “That’s no fun.”

“You’re not here to have fun.” You’re here to annoy me, he thought. “Be thankful I’m even giving you my time at all.”

Cheka puffed up his cheeks in a pout. “Then, then...!! If Oji-tan doesn’t have the time to show me around... Can I go by myself?”

Leona drew back, a little alarmed by the boy’s bold declaration, and the fire burning in his face. The rebound came just as fast though, quirking his lips up into a sly curve. “... Sure. Knock yourself out, kid.”

“Okay! I’ll go and do that!” Cheka turned and bolted off immediately, his little tail trailing behind him.

"O-Oi, wait...!! Cheka...!! I wasn’t being serious. You can’t just run off on your own...!! Get back here right now, you little... Tch. He’s already gone, huh?” He ran a hand through his mane of chocolate hair. “Damn it. I’d better follow the furball before he gets himself killed.”

Heartslabyul is in the middle of an Unbirthday party when Cheka crashes it (followed by Leona). Riddle nearly spits up his lemon tea at the disruption.

Trey puts himself between the lion beastmen and a seething Riddle, crouching onto his knees to address Cheka (who calls Trey the “jolly green giant”). After some negotiations, Trey takes Cheka by the hand and pulls up two extra chairs to seat him and Leona.

At this point, Riddle has calmed down considerably and invites his fellow Dorm Leader and Cheka to join them. Big mistake, because neither of the Kingscholars follow any formal tea party protocols.

Leona sits slovenly in his seat and just tears into whatever’s served to him, and Cheka’s making funny shapes with his napkin and talking with his mouth full. Riddle grits his teeth and does his best to keep from lecturing them for their terrible table manners. (He comes close to blowing up when Cheka mentions how fast he’s been growing, and Leona comments that Cheka will soon be taller than “the red young master”.)

Trey does his best to relieve the tension by offering more tea, cake, scones, or sandwiches whenever their guests’ cups or plates run low. He reminds Cheka to brush his teeth thoroughly after eating this many sweets... but when Cheka mentions he doesn’t floss, Trey looks like he’s going to pass out.

Cater loves having unexpected guests at Unbirthday parties! It really livens things up. He keeps pestering Cheka to take a selfie with him (cuz imagine the mad clout he’d get if he posted a pic with a prince!), but Leona glares at him to make him back off.

While the lion cub has his mouth stuffed with pastries, he leans over in his seat to look at Cater’s photo albums and Magicam page. Cheka and Cater have a lot of fun chatting about the fun things they’ve seen or done, and Cheka promises to give Cater a follow! (”Hehe, score 1 for Cay-kun!”)

Ace keeps snickering every time Cheka calls Leona “Ojitan” and takes every possible opportunity to do a funny voice mocking the Savanaclaw Dorm Leader (which earns him glares from Leona).

He actually gets along really well with Cheka, managing to keep him entertained with sleights of hand and various card tricks. Cheka’s super impressed when Ace can correctly identify the card he picked at random, and demands that he do the same tricks over and over. (Ace gets worn out by the end of the party after so much repetition.)

Deuce gets along with Cheka pretty well, too! They mainly talk about their love of “cool” things and how they want to improve themselves in the future. It’s actually pretty inspirational listening to them talk about their dreams and aspirations!

Everyone takes it easy on Cheka when they play croquet, thereby easily letting him snag the victory.

Deuce and Cheka share a fist bump and wish each other luck before he and his uncle leave the party. The next time they meet, they swear that they’ll be even better men than they were before!

Cheka and Leona circle back to Savanaclaw to see what it has to offer! When they arrive, they catch Ruggie returning from one of his part-time jobs. As soon as the hyena spots the little prince, his eyes light up (the “dollar signs in the eyes” look, as Leona calls it) and he shies over with a lazy grin.

Ruggie totally kisses up to Cheka, and cracks a lot of jokes to get him to smile. He’s hoping the little guy might fork over some madol, or maybe some royal favor... but instead of either of those, Cheka just laughs and gives Ruggie a pat on the head!

“... Geez, you can’t sell head pats,” Ruggie grumbles, gently swatting his hand away. “Well, whatever. It was worth a shot, I guess.”

Leona tells Ruggie that he should give Cheka a tour of the dorm, but the hyena refuses unless Leona agrees to pay him for his services. Midargument, Jack returns from a jog and, overhearing their discussion, offers himself up to be helpful to his upperclassmen!

Just as Leona’s about to hand Cheka over to Jack, Cheka clings to Leona and demands that his uncle tag along, too (b-but not because he’s scared of Jacks’ face or anything like that!)! Ruggie snickers and tells them to have fun before leaving for his next shift.

Jack shows a great amount of respect to Cheka, even though the cub is much younger and smaller. After all, Cheka’s related to his Dorm Leader, and he’s a prince! Jack spends the entire tour calling Cheka the “little boss” and doting on his every word!

The wolf does a decent job at showing off Savanaclaw’s facilities, though he’s a bit stiff about it. They make several pitstops to help sate Cheka’s curiosity--he jumps up and down on the bridges, stares through wide windows, climbs rocks, and races around in open areas.

At some point, Leona tries to sneak off to crash in his bedroom, but Jack stops him with a lecture on “responsibility” and “setting a good example for the youth”. Leona just rolls his eyes and decides to keep tagging along, if only to keep Jack from preaching more.

The indoor waterfall pool is what impresses Cheka the most. In fact, he just dives right in to cool off when he sees it! Jack and Leona get drenched from the splash--and while Jack just sighs, Leona becomes irritated and dives in right after his nephew!

Leona and Cheka wrestle around in the water for a bit, with Leona ultimately coming out on top. He fishes the wet lion cub out of the water and rushes him a towel and a change of clothes. Where they’re going next, they won’t need the extra moisture.

After expending all that energy running around, Cheka’s hungry again--so what better place to check in for a meal than the infamous Mostro Lounge? Leona begrudgingly brings his nephew there, but it takes all his willpower to not pick a fight with the smug-faced twins or their octopunk of a boss.

Jade politely welcomes Leona and Cheka to the restaurant, and while Leona remains defensive, Cheka falls for Jade’s “nice guy” act. The young prince even shakes hands with him. (”Oya, I am honored by your kindness, Cheka-san. It seems you do not take after your uncle.”)

They’re seated at a prime booth, and Floyd comes to take their orders. Upon spotting a fishie he’s never seen before, Floyd proceeds to completely ignore Leona in lieu of amusing himself with Cheka.

The eel basically only talks to Cheka and keeps going off track while they’re ordering. Like, Leona’s in the middle of saying what he wants, and Floyd will dismiss it, then ask some kind of silly, unrelated question, like if Cheka has any stupid stories about his uncle--

After much longer than was necessary, Floyd jots their order down and dashes off to the kitchen to deliver it. While they’re waiting for their food, Cheka kneels in his seat and watches all the marine life drifting by through the giant glass wall behind them. Leona dozes off for a nap.

Jade swings by to check on them and offers complimentary water, freshly baked bread, and butter, which Cheka happily accepts! He coats a roll in butter and chows down on it, which Jade remarks as being “cute”. (”Fufu. Now if only Leona-san could be as adorable as you, little one.”)

Cheka speaks up, pointing out that his uncle is cute. (”... Oh?” Jade asks, feigning ignorance.) Cheka spills a few embarrassingly cute things about Leona--like how he jumps away and hisses at cucumbers! Jade chuckles and acts surprised, but... he has definitely tucked away those tidbits for future blackmail.

That’s when Floyd shows up, slamming down a tray of food for the table. Leona snaps away from his nap, and, upon seeing both twins leering down at him, roars for them to leave him and Cheka alone.

At the end of their meal, who should show up but Azul himself, bearing a smug smile. “Aaah, Leona-san! I’m flattered that you would grace the Mostro Lounge with your patronage. And this little gentleman here must be the young prince of the Afterglow Savannah.”

“Fuck off, octopunk.” (“Language! You’re in front of a child.”)

Cheka obliviously keeps slurping his (slimy, yet satisfying) noodles up. The two argue back and forth for a bit... then Azul drops a bombshell on them: the entire meal is free (and look, he’ll throw in this neat free toy with their food). Cheka’s happy, but Leona is very suspicious. He refuses to let Cheka take the toy, and slaps down a wad of madol anyway.

“Trying to get free publicity from the royal family through a kid? Why don’t you take your fishy lips and go kiss someone else’s ass?” Leona challenges, tugging on his nephew to get him to stand. “Oi, come on. We’re leaving--before the seafood starts to smell even more.”

A little bit into their Scarabia excursion, Cheka ends up on Leona’s back. The heat has him all tuckered out, so he needs to rely on his uncle to carry him to the dorm!

Kalim quickly ushers his guests inside and calls for Jamil to prepare drinks, snacks, and fans (much to Jamil’s dismay). He offers a sea of soft rugs and plush cushions for the beastmen to lounge on, which Cheka just loves. The cub squishes his face into a pillow that’s just about the same size as he is!

Jamil pops out of the kitchen with the things Kalim requested and sets them down on a table. He steps back, and catches Leona’s gaze. Both of them look dead inside and share a nod--a silent agreement that they are both waaay too tired to deal with the balls of energy that are Kalim and Cheka. (Child leash, Jamil mouths his suggestion.)

Even though he ate lunch not too long ago, Cheka’s already sampling more grapes, cheeses, and crackers! As soon as he finishes eating something, Kalim’s eager to shove more things at him to try, or offer another cup of (super sugary) tea! (... Honestly, it’s like two hyperactive kids on a playdate while their exhausted parents watch them.)

After snacking, Kalim takes Cheka to explore the bejeweled halls of his dorm, with Jamil and Leona trailing behind. They spend a long time in the menagerie--a large room where Kalim houses his animals! Cheka goes around petting each fuzzy, furry, or feathered friend!

In the treasure storage room, Kalim lets Cheka dive into piles of gold and gems, swimming around like a rich duck in a pool of money. While Cheka’s splashing in gold, he accidentally steps on the magic carpet, which nips at his toes!

The kid is fascinated by the sentient carpet, so Kalim offers to give him a ride. Leona tiredly agrees, and they all hop aboard (because as much as Leona and Jamil dislike it, they can’t trust Kalim and Cheka on their own).

The ride is absolutely magical for Cheka, but a nightmare for Leona. Cheka keeps leaning off the side of the carpet to look down below (”Ooh, there’s an oasis down there!!), or reaching up to try and grasp a cloud, only for it to vanish into water vapor. He comes close to falling off so many times, it almost gives Leona a heart attack!!

After one nerve-wrecking round trip, Kalim deposits the beastman duo on the ground. He thanks them for coming by, then invites them to show up again for the banquet he’s throwing this weekend. Jamil cuts in before the situation worsens. “I think it would be best not to trouble them any further, Kalim. They must be very busy.”

Leona silently thanks the Great Seven for being spared from attending one of Kalim’s annoying parties. As they’re leaving, Cheka lets Kalim know he thinks he was a great host, and that just beings a huge smile to Kalim’s face—but a collective groan from Jamil and Leona.

Leona’s been dreading the visit to Pomefiore all day. As soon as he and Cheka step into Vil’s proverbial kingdom, they’re tackled by a certain huntsman. “Ah, Roi du Léon...!” Rook cries, Leona caught in his vicegrip, “Have you come to pay a visit to Roi du Poison! He shall surely be honored by your presence!” (He won’t.) (”Tch...! Rook, you bastard! Let go of me!!”)

Rook takes notice of Cheka, and, delighted at the thought of observing a lion cub, drops Leona and seizes Cheka instead. To Leona’s shock, Cheka just... stands there and blinks up at Rook fearlessly. “You’re kinda weird, mister!!” (”Hohoh! So the petit lionceau has a bite. Fascinating!!”)

The huntsman circles Cheka, poking and prodding him (which makes the kid laugh) and asking questions that any normal person would consider invasive. (But Rook isn’t exactly normal.) Leona growls and warns Cheka to stay back, but Rook has zero fear or shame and continues to bombard them with questions, grabbing their ears and tails--

“Rook. What are you doing? That is not how we treat our visitors.”

Rook suddenly steps back and dips into a kneel--and, to Leona’s dismay, Vil emerges with Epel in tow. “Fufu. You have returned from your afternoon stroll, mon roi.”

Vil waves a hand, dismissing Rook. “I must apologize for that man’s idiocy. I assure you that it does not reflect on Pomefiore as a whole.” Cheka doesn’t quite get it, but he’s mesmerized by Vil’s beauty and compliments him!

The actor takes an interest in Cheka and decides to dress him up against Leona’s protests. Vil throws an entire closet’s worth of clothes and accessories at Cheka, even giving him a little dusting of powder to enhance his appearance. Cheka doesn’t seem to mind, and actually has fun parading around in different outfits.

Leona grunts, completely bored out of his skull, as Vil claps and tells Cheka to twirl to show off the full range of his clothes. The queen beams proudly, but it turns bitter when he addresses Leona. “How can such a sweet, talented boy be related to a brute such as yourself?” (”Oi, don’t go insulting Epel now,” Leona says sarcastically. Epel chortles, but Vil isn’t amused.)

Leona and Vil bicker for a little, as per usual, and Cheka finds himself staring from behind his uncle’s leg at the young man that lingers behind Vil. Epel awkwardly waves, unsure of what else to do or to say... and Cheka makes a funny face back! Epel frowns, but makes a funny face of his own in return!

That starts a little showdown between the two, but it’s cut off when Vil takes notice and scolds Epel for acting out of turn! He pinches his ear and tells him off for misbehaving. As punishment, it now falls to Epel to escort Leona and Cheka around Pomefiore!

Epel takes on the role of tour guide (begrudgingly). He power walks ahead of the beastmen, rushing through grand ballrooms and manicured lines while parroting lines about Pomefiore’s rich history. Epel glosses over a lot of stuff to get through it as soon as possible, then shoos Leona and Cheka away!

(... Rook was stalking them the entire time with his camera in hand. He’d soon have more photographs to add to his secret stash.)

Ortho greets the duo when they step into Ignihyde’s cold, sterile hallways. Cheka’s hesitant about approaching Ortho at first--they seem to be about the same age, but why’s his robot all shiny, and his hair on fire? After seeing how friendly Ortho is, he gets over his initial fear and excitedly talks with the robot boy!

Because of how empty Ignihyde’s corridors tend to be, the kids’ bubbly voices echo and carry throughout the whole building. They get into a heated discussion about how great their uncle and big brother are, becoming increasingly loud and animated. (Leona groans and covers his ears.)

Curious as he is, Cheka sticks his hand in Ortho’s hair, and is shocked to find that it doesn’t burn him! “Are you surprised, Cheka Kingscholar-san? My ‘hair’ is actually an artificial flame projected by a magic of fire and light attributes. Nii-san invented it himself! Isn’t that so cool?” (”Wow, that’s amazing!”)

Ortho lets Cheka practice roaring at him! Using his audio-recording, playback, and analysis software, Ortho can play Cheka’s roar back, measure how loud it is, and provide feedback on how Cheka can work on it!

The robot boy excitedly introduces Cheka to his brother (who speaks to them only through the door of his bedroom). Idia gives haughty and dismissive responses until it becomes clear to him that Cheka just will not stop talking. He goes quiet and lets Cheka take control of the conversation, but it seems like there’s no end in sight.

At last, the door opens a bit and Idia’s golden eyes peer out from the darkness. A pale hand extends out and drops a few pieces of candy into Cheka’s hands. “P-Please just g-go away now... L-Let me go back to my games...” (Typical White Radish Sprout.)

The door is slammed in the lion cub’s face, sentencing him and Leona to the shadow realm. Ortho says sorry in place of Idia, but Cheka reassures him that it’s fine, because his uncle gets grumpy sometimes, too! (”I’m right here, furball. I can hear everything you’re saying.”)

Ortho sees Leona and Cheka off at the mirror portal. As the children say their farewells, they’re sure to make a promise to build a snowman together when they meet next.

By the time Leona and Cheka make it to Diasomnia, night has fallen, and the moon and stars are already up. Leona loudly knocks on the castle doors, eager to get this over with. He can already hear the bed calling his name.

Lilia answers, and when he sees Cheka, he enthusiastically ushers him and Leona inside. “You’re just in time for dinner. I’m sure Malleus won’t mind a few surprise guests.” (At the mention of the overgrown lizard’s name, Leona can feel his fur and skin crawl.)

Lilia drags the beastmen into Diasomnia’s dining room, where Silver, Sebek, and Malleus are already seated. Malleus and Silver look surprised, but remain relatively calm, when they see Leona and Cheka. Sebek, on the other hand, snaps the head off his spoon.

The first year slams down his broken silverware, stands up from his seat, and, pointing an accusing finger at Leona, demands to know why and how he has infiltrated the young master’s domain.

Sebek’s shouting startles Cheka, and he, despite trembling in fear, stands up for his uncle and attempts to roar back to intimidate the knight. This, for whatever reason, actually impresses Sebek. He praises Cheka for having a backbone, and salutes him as a budding young man, but continues to remain on the defensive about Leona.

“Calm yourself, Sebek. They are my guests for the evening. How could you turn down such an adorable little tot and his guardian?” Lilia tuts, taking his place beside Malleus. “I trust that no one has any objections?”

Silver remains silent. Malleus looks like he wants to say something, but he bites his tongue. “... None. Kingscholar and... Miniature Kingscholar, you may be seated.”

With the wave of his hand, the prince summons silverware for Leona and Cheka. (”Show-off,” Leona grumbles under his breath. Malleus definitely hears that, but, again, holds back from making a passive aggressive remark. A nobleman must have poise, dignity--)

The tension in the room is so thick, you could cut it with a knife. Pretty much only Lilia and Cheka are making efforts to make conversation. Sebek is glaring at Leona, Leona is glaring at Malleus, Malleus is just trying to focus on his own meal, and Silver... Well, Silver is almost falling asleep in his bowl of soup.

“Such a rambunctious child. Clever, too,” Lilia remarks with a swig of his tomato juice. “I would be cautious if I were you, Leona. I may very well kidnap Cheka and raise him as my own if you aren’t!”

Silence. Then someone coughs.

“Come now, it was just a joke! Laugh!” (Lilia laughs at his own joke, and Cheka giggles along with him, but no one else does.)

Dinner passes by awkwardly. Lilia clears off the table and waves everyone else off, insisting that they go socialize in the common room lounge. Sebek grabs a book and parks himself on a couch, while Silver sits at the other end of it with a cup of after-dinner coffee. Leona claims another couch to himself and knocks right out.

Malleus excuses himself for a night time stroll, only to feel a tug on his sleeve. When he looks down, he finds Cheka clinging to him. “Can I come too, Lizard Nii-san?” (... Kingscholar must have taught him that.)

“Very well, if that is what you wish.”

Together, they plunge into the moonlit night. They don’t venture too far from Diasomnia--only as far as its bramble extends, but just far enough for Cheka to get a taste of the dark, twisted world. Diasomnia’s twisted flora casts scary shadows across the land, causing him to cling harder onto Malleus’s hand.

“... So, miniature Kingscholar. Am I to believe that you are the future king of the Afterglow Savannah? If so, that is quite a weight on your shoulders.”

“Yup!” Cheka smiles up at Malleus. “My dad says that, one day, everything the light touches will be mine! I can’t wait to be king, so I can do lots of good things for everyone. My friends, my family... especially Oji-tan!”

“... And why is that, if I may ask? This fixation on your... Oji-tan.”

Cheka hesitates--staring into the shadows. “... Oji-tan seems sad and angry sometimes. He doesn’t say it, and he doesn’t tell me, but it’s just the feeling I get!”

Malleus nods. He understands the sentiment, just based on his own personal interactions with Leona. Envious, competitive, seeking to prove himself. Petty, but in a pitiful way. Never enough.

“A king’s gotta make all his people happy! Oji-tan counts as a person, too. He...” A yawn. “He deserves... to be... hap... py...”

“Oh dear. You seem to be tired, little one.” Malleus leans the child up against him, giving him a place to rest. “... Sleep now. I will see to it that you and your uncle are safely returned to bed.”

Cheka’s eyes slowly drift shut.

With the smallest bit of his magic, Malleus brings himself and the child back to Diasomnia. He whisks Cheka up in his arms and carries him to the lounge, where Leona is still snoozing.

“How was the walk?” Lilia asks.

Malleus sweeps by his Vice Dorm Leader, carefully depositing Cheka atop of Leona. The lion beastman unconsciously shifts in his sleep, his arms moving to wrap around his nephew. Malleus smiles to himself and steps back. “... It was a wonderful walk.”

Leona and Cheka would wake up the next morning to find themselves back in Savanaclaw. Both of them would wonder if that dorm tour trip was just a dream or not--but neither of them would know the truth for sure.

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sukuna-slut · 3 years

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teacher’s pet - pt. 1

yan!sukuna x reader x yan!gojou

as you fall deeper into an unusual relationship with the king of curses, your favourite teacher becomes increasingly worried for your safety.

warnings

mild depictions of injury, abuse of power, infantilisation, noncon

rating - teen

word count - 1558

What was happening? As a Jujutsu sorcerer, you had lived by the affirmation that you would not regret death once it came upon you, but you never prepared for the possibility that death would sneak up on you when you least expected it. Before stupid Itadori crashed into your world like a bull in a china shop, you were Tokyo Jujutsu Technical High School’s most promising student. That freaky Okkotsu kid had that super-powerful Cursed Spirit living inside him which automatically made him Special Grade, but with your extraordinary natural talent for jujutsu, you were sure to one day reach his level if you just worked hard enough. Gojou-sensei had said it himself, you were a rare talent. You still had so much further to go, so much more to achieve, so why were you now bleeding out in some random alleyway with nothing to show for your sorry life but a few empty words of praise?

Your opponent let out a rumbling peal of laughter. ‘Oh yes, I love that one… you know, of all the expressions people show me before I kill them, anger is my favourite.’

Even with the tattoos crawling up his arms and extra eyes blinking on his face clearly marking him as Ryouma Sukuna, you couldn’t help but hate Itadori for once again ruining everything. Gritting your teeth, you ground your twitching palms into the cold asphalt in an attempt to push yourself up, but your elbows gave out, making Sukuna laugh even harder.

‘I’m not… done yet,’ you spat, blood spilling down your chin in direct betrayal to your words.

‘Yes, you are.’

Sukuna turned to leave and you attempted to will away the black spots clouding your vision. Despite your pride, you wondered when your life was going to flash before your eyes like it was supposed to.

‘Such a waste… you might’ve had a chance if you’d tried a little harder,’ he murmured with a slight chuckle. ‘A small chance, but who knows.’

Huh?

The shock you felt at his words momentarily numbed the pulsing pain in every muscle of your body, giving you the strength to prop yourself up on one elbow.

‘What… do you mean?’ you forced out.

‘Hm?’

He turned his head with a slight raise of his eyebrows, as if he hadn’t expected you to still be alive.

‘My technique was perfect,’ you insisted.

Itadori’s features morphed into a derisive smirk unbefitting of the cheerful boy.

‘Who told you that? That irritating teacher of yours, no doubt,’ Sukuna laughed. ‘So much untapped potential… if only they taught you how to really use your powers, you could even rival dear Itadori.’

Your eyes widened. You had potential to match Itadori, the vessel of the most powerful Cursed Spirit in existence? Sukuna was turning away again but you couldn’t let him leave, you had to stop him. Ignoring the screams of your body, you pushed your weight back until your butt rested on your heels, your arms stretched out in front of you in a deep bow.

‘Teach me!’ you begged with every bit of energy you had left.

Sukuna paused where he stood, turning to regard you with an expression of utter shock. It was only there for a moment though, melting as soon as it had appeared into raucous laughter.

‘You want me… to teach you?’ he managed between cackles. ‘Interesting! Maybe you’re worth keeping alive a little longer.’

He took slow steps towards you before crouching to lift your chin between his thumb and forefinger to gaze into your teary eyes, silently pleading for his help. You were barely holding onto life at this point, yet he seemed to be in no hurry, a grin stretched wide across Itadori’s face.

‘A teacher, huh?’

The last thing you saw before you blacked out was Sukuna’s extra eyes and tattoos melting back into his skin, his malicious expression replaced with your classmate frantically calling your name.

Gojou Satoru was livid. Staring at the swirling mahogany of his desk, he forced his bloodlust down to a simmer and fixed his face into a painful smile with which he regarded the snivelling boy before him.

‘You lost control,’ he accused, ‘a mistake which nearly caused the death of your classmate. What do you have to say for yourself?’

As Itadori began blubbering apologies, Gojou’s mind returned to the sight of you lying in a hospital bed, a mess of wires and bandages around the gaping wound in your stomach that nearly cost you your life. The image of you, his bratty little (YN) looking so defeated made his blood boil with the desire to tear whoever was responsible to shreds. Unfortunately, the perpetrator was the very student he had insisted on keeping alive. Was it worth the risk? What if losing you was the risk?

You came into his life bright-eyed and brimming with terrifying reserves of untapped potential. Whether or not you were aware of just how much power you possessed, you had an inexplicable desire to distinguish yourself which reminded Gojou of himself at your age. While others were irritated by your brashness, he found himself growing fond of his latest protege. He liked to think that he was the only one who truly understood you. When he informed you of exactly how exceptional you truly were, your face lit up with such fervent excitement, he couldn’t bring himself to be ashamed of the sudden increased blood flow to his nether regions in that moment. He ended up complimenting you whenever possible during his private sessions with you just to see that face again. He loved the way you lapped up his praise like a cute little dog, he loved how you treated his word like gospel… eventually, he came to terms with the realisation that he just loved you.

Even so, you scared him sometimes. At first he had lived to see you shine whenever you discovered a new ability with his help, but with every milestone, he felt you edging further and further away from him. At that rate, you would surely become a Grade One Sorcerer, and then… you’d have all these responsibilities, responsibilities he honestly wasn’t sure if you could handle with your weak constitution, responsibilities that would lead you away from him.

So he altered your training program a little. Taught you to unknowingly hinder your own abilities, just enough so you’d still need him by your side. Maybe it was underhanded, but you were the purest thing in his life and he wasn’t about to let you leave him so easily. But his selfishness had backfired. With your stoppered abilities, you were unable to defend yourself against Sukuna, and because of him…

Gojou buried his face in his hands.

‘Sensei?’ Itadori asked nervously.

He shook his head, donning a carefree smile.

‘You shouldn’t apologise, Itadori. After all, I’m the one who miscalculated when I assumed you would be able to sustain Sukuna’s growing power.’

‘Am I going to be executed?’ Itadori’s face turned sheet white.

Gojou had considered killing the boy himself when he first saw your beaten body. Itadori’s hold against the ancient Curse had been gradually slipping ever since he ate the fourth finger, but he had been so consumed with capturing Sukuna, that he failed to see the situation for the disaster it was.

However, logic soon overruled his desire to destroy anyone and anything that hurt you. The inconvenient truth was, they had no hope of stopping Sukuna without Itadori’s body. But in order to mitigate the risk…

‘No, you won’t be executed. But you will be detained, at least until we figure out a better solution. For the time being, your responsibility will be reduced to being a vessel for Sukuna, nothing more.’

Itadori hung his head but did not protest.

It had been a whole week since you were discharged from hospital, yet Gojou-sensei still refused to let you train. Before, when his presence had been fleeting due to his foremost duty as the strongest sorcerer calling him away every other day, you had craved his attention, but now you wished he’d just disappear.

‘(YN)-chan, you should be resting!’

You had barely taken seven steps down the hallway before he intercepted you and corralled you back to your room, gripping your upper arms firmly as if he were redirecting a wandering child.

‘I should be training!’ you protested, noticing with no small amount of irritation the way his lips drew tight. ‘I’m almost fully healed, the nurse said I could participate in moderate physical activity the day after I was discharged. It’s been a week, Gojou-sensei! When are you going to stop treating me like a- mmh!’

Suddenly, your lips were captured in a suffocating kiss. Gojou-sensei wasted no time pushing his tongue between your unprepared lips, the wet muscle surprising you with its coldness as it invaded your mouth. At some point, his hold on you had tightened to the point of being painful.

‘S-sensei!’ you exclaimed, shoving him back.

His blindfold prevented you from gauging the full extent of his emotions, your teacher raising a hand to his parted lips as if shocked by his own actions. Before he could regain his composure, you bolted down the hallway, your only goal to get as far away from your attacker as possible.

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omg-im-such-a-masochist · 3 years

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RESISTERE TENTATIONEM: CAPITULUM II

TĒCTUS: Covered, concealed, hidden, having been covered, hidden or concealed

Pairings: Damian Priest x Reader

Warnings: +18, mature content

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

Tag: @ziasaph , @theworldofotps , @alyhull , @bellalutionn , @aerynscrichton , @serpantscorpio8497 , @ava-valerie , @omegasshyghuleh6661ghosts , @squirreledelman , @cazxcx , @sophiewolfheart-blog , @bayley-no-friends , @waywardwrestlewritingwaif , @sassymox

Notes: I would like to thank @letsgivethisonemoreshot , for not only being my partner in crime with this trilogy but also being one of the best friends someone could ever have 😘 This is fully written in Damian’s POV. If you’d like to check out my previous works, you can find them on my Masterlist

Want to hear a joke that’s really in poor taste? The Mother Superior of the famous Mary Magdalene Convent (isn’t that ironic) is being accused of hosting ‘parties’ to the oh so loving convent donors. And you know who isn’t invited to those parties? Jesus Christ. Because the Devil sure loves to be a part of them! Drugs, orgies, alcohol, prostitution, even black masses... you name it! Everything that is unholy happens in the so-called house of holiness, and if that isn’t a bad taste joke, I don’t know what is.

So here I am now, driving towards the Devil’s den: the Mary Magdalene convent for three torturous days of interviews. Out of all of the reporters from The New York Times, of course I was the one who drew the short straw and got assigned this article. Some people see this as a career changing opportunity... a blessing, but me? I see it as a fucking curse! I don’t like religion, I don’t like churches, I don’t like priests and I sure as hell don’t like nuns! Anything that has the word “holy” in it, I prefer to be as far away as I possibly can from. But today was not my lucky day….no, today was the day that I was going to be tested. The only thing I’m hoping for is to not fail.

I knocked on the convent’s door and a young lady answered me.

“Hi, good morning. I’m Damian Priest, reporter from The New York Times and I’m here for an interview with” I looked down at my notepad “Mrs. Y/N L/N? Whom I believe is the Mother Superior”

The young girl only nodded once and motioned for me to follow her, without saying a word.

I followed her in, mesmerized by the size of the convent, the whole place was fancy as fuck on the inside. Art pieces from famous painters were displayed on the walls, modern furniture, dim lights that made the place look cozy and inviting. *What a scam* I thought to myself. The young lady in front of me suddenly stopped walking and pointed towards the door in front of her before turning around and leaving.

Presuming that it was the Mother Superior’s office, I knocked on the door twice before someone told me to come in. You see, when they told me I was going to be interviewing the Mother Superior of a convent, the last thing I expected was for her to not only be beautiful, but young (considering I was under the impression that women in that position were around sixty years old). She was breathtaking to say the least! Soft features, her skin had an angelic glow to it and there was something in her eyes that trapped you in them...something you could not turn your gaze away from no matter how bad you wanted to.

“Mr. Priest, please sit down” She smiled

I nodded and sat on the chair in front of her desk

“Thank you for taking some time out of your busy schedule to speak with me, Mother Y/L/N-“

“Please, call me Y/N” Her sultry voice spoke

“Y/N” I tested the word on my lips and it sounded oddly pleasant

She smiled softly and...fuck she’s gorgeous! Her beauty was a painful and constant reminder of what you couldn’t have, couldn’t touch, couldn’t-“

“Mr. Priest?” She said softly

“Damian”

“Damian, would you like something to drink? Coffee, water, juice, tea perhaps?”

“No, I’m good. Thank you” I answered, while grabbing my notepad and a pen out of my backpack. Clearing my throat, I said “Can we get started with the pre-interview?”

“Of course” She smiled widely and reached for a cigarette pack on top of the table, which made me raise an eyebrow

“We all have our dirty little secrets, don’t we, Damian?” She asked, licking the cigarette filter before sucking it

*Am I going crazy?* I thought to myself

“Damian? Your first question is?” She giggled

“Ummm” I cleared my throat once again “Y/N, recently the convent was involved in a huge scandal involving drugs, prostitution, orgies and black masses. Would you like to clarify why an institution that’s deeply connected to the church is in the middle of something so profane?”

She grinned “God is in the most profane things, Damian. After all, the sinners are the ones who need Him the most, aren’t they?”

“I’m not sure if I follow-”

“You see” She took a long drag on her cigarette and walked towards me “God is our Lord and savior. He forgives us from our sins, grants us forgiveness to our most foul actions” She sat down on the chair beside me “If you steal from someone and repent; He’ll forgive you, kill someone and repent; He’ll save you, cheat on your wife with the hot, young next door neighbor and repent; He’ll brush it underneath the carpet and pretend it never happened” She shrugged “God doesn’t judge, Damian. He only forgives” She leaned forward on the arm of the chair, until she was uncomfortably close to me “So if the big boss himself doesn't judge anyone, then why should I?”

“And what does judgment have to do with drugs, orgies and sin?”

She smiled “How can God forgive you if you don’t sin, Damian?”

“And how can God forgive his so-called followers who incite others to sin, Y/N?”

“Incite others to sin?” She chuckled “Are you talking about the allegations, the donors or yourself?” She smirked

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Since we’re so far from town I was informed that I would have to spend the night at the convent. They showed me my bedroom and it looked pretty fancy. King size bed, Egyptian sheets, expensive furniture. Everything was oddly normal, except for the weird dream I recalled having. I was at the convent, lost, calling for help because I somehow ended up locked in here. I was inside what looked like a large basement, the room was only lit by red lights, a faint smell of leather took over my nostrils as I heard someone moaning softly in my ear…a woman. And the weirdest thing was that I could’ve sworn I felt her breath against my ear. Needless to say I woke up with my dick as hard as a rock and had to spend a solid thirty minutes trying to get rid of a very painful boner, which did not leave me no matter how many times I came. Half hard and inside a convent...yeah, I’m definitely going to Hell!

“How did you sleep, Damian?” Was the first thing I was asked when I walked into the Mother Superior’s office in the morning. Something in her voice told me she knew exactly what I had done underneath the shower.

“Good”

“I bet you woke up feeling much better after a good night of rest, right?” She smiled devilishly and I just nodded

“Would you mind if we took a tour through the convent at some point?” I asked, quickly changing subjects

“Of course not! Let me know when you want one”

I nodded and began to ask my questions

“So, why do so many men keep coming and going from this convent? Seems like the place men shouldn’t be”

“The only men who come to the convent, Damian, are maintenance, the donors for the ‘thank you parties’ we host and now you” She smiled

“How do you get so many people to keep donating?”

“We don’t oblige anyone to do anything. People are still kind enough to see the work we do for those in need and they get touched by it. So God is the one who inspires them to donate, Damian. Not me”

“I’ve noticed a lot of fancy things here. Shouldn’t the money be going to something else?”

“The ‘fancy’ things you see are gifts from the donors. Things they felt in their hearts they should give us freely. We don’t buy things for the convent, apart from food. That’s one of the rules”

“Speaking of rules” I looked at her “Why are you smoking? Isn't that not allowed?”

“We don’t have rules against smoking here, Damian. The choice to do it or not is personal, but there are no rules for it. It’s not forbidden or a sin. Now, if you think nuns shouldn’t smoke, I suggest you pay a visit to the convents in Rome and give them a piece of your mind about their choices regarding health”

I chuckled at her comeback

“Why so cynical about our good intentions?” She licked her lips

“Because you don’t have any” I spat

“We live for helping those in need, Damian” She pointed towards my visible bulge

“Helping those in need, huh? And what do you get out of it?”

She walked towards me “Satisfaction in its purest form” She lifted one hand up and caressed my lower belly over my shirt “It’s incredible how much providing relief to others can trigger the biggest pleasure in our bodies...to see their eyes semi-closed in...relief is so rewarding to me”

I cleared my throat and shifted uncomfortably. “And just how needy do these people have to be?” I was speaking in financial terms of course

“Very needy” Her hand toyed with my jeans button “Some even have trouble sleeping due to their neediness, so you can see how a helping hand goes so well in this case...even the right mouth, you know to profess the Lord’s word”

“And just how many of these ‘charitable acts’ have you been involved with?” I felt my cock grow harder and harder

“Directly? Only when things get too hard, Damian” Her hand brushed against my hard bulge “That’s when I offer my help, so things can stop getting so hard and painful”

I gulped as I tried to shift away from her touch “So what, you just have all these other poor girls do your dirty work for you?” I try to keep my serious composure

“I’m not afraid of getting dirty, Damian. The girls do what they can, what they’re instructed to...but sometimes things get so hard that I have no other option but intervene” She pulled the fly of my jeans down “Then, once the seed of evil is finally spilled, things can go back to being soft again” She leaned in closer “Would you like a demonstration, Damian? I’m sure you have some kind of evil inside you that needs to be released” She asked with a sinister smile reaching her hand into the waistband of my boxer briefs

“I’m just here for work, Y/N, I have nothing to donate”

“Don’t worry about it. My girls will not be involved in this...it will be our little secret”

“I would like the tour now, please”

She smirked “Of course” and stepped away from me “This way” She went out the door as if nothing had happened

“Psycho bitch” I whispered to myself, as I pulled the fly of my jeans up and tied my hoodie around my waist to cover up the boner.

“This way we have the nuns bedrooms” She pointed towards a hallway “Kitchen, restrooms, archives, laundry room, storage for cleaning supplies, pantry” She explained each room, until we were outside “The patio, garden; where we cultivate flowers, fruits and vegetables, garage and the chapel is this way”

She walked towards a medium sized chapel in the middle of the garden, it looked like a regular chapel on the inside. It had an altar with a bible on it, a pulpit, a big cross, devotional statues of catholic saints, wooden benches and a confessional. Candles were lit up all over the place and everything looked normal. Scarily normal, until I noticed a few nuns who were sat on one of the benches staring at me with a weird look on their eyes

“Why are they looking at me like that?” I asked Y/N

“Like what?”

“Like, with...” I trailed off

“With desire?” She whispered in a mocking tone

I looked down at her speechless

“One could say that you’re a little too obsessed with the lust theme, Damian” She smiled “It’s all you can think about ever since you got here, dear. You should be careful” She licked her lips and pulled me by my hand towards her office again.

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Later that night while I was trying to get some sleep, I began to hear some mumbling. Muffled voices kept saying something unintelligible and filling up the bedroom with mainly female voices. But one of the voices sounded too familiar to me...

I stood up from the bed and began to search in the room where those voices could be coming from, and as I almost gave up, I found it. A small hole of the size of a coin, in the concrete wall in front of my bed. Scooting closer to the wall, I knelt down and peeked through the hole, but weirdly enough, the room was pitch black. The mumbling started again and they soon became moans. Above all the moaning voices, one stood out to me. It was Y/N’s voice, she moaned softly while she said something I couldn’t quite understand. Her voice was filled with lust, her moans were pornographic and I could swear she was moaning my name. It both frightened and turned me on, so I did what any wise man would do. I returned to the bed, laid down and jerked off before falling into a deep slumber.

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“Wake up” Someone softly whispered in my ear

I quickly opened my eyes and my heart was beating at a frantic pace due to the fright.

A young girl was sitting down on my bed “Please, follow me” was all she said before standing up and leaving my room

I was so confused that I didn’t even bother to grab a t-shirt, so I just followed her down the hall barefoot and only with a pair of sweatpants on. Looking outside the hallway windows, I could see that the sky was still dark, which could only mean it was the late hours of morning.

She took me inside the laundry room and pressed a button underneath the folding clothes table. A door opened and a red light lit up the dark wooden stairs. I continued to follow her down the stairs, and we began to walk down a long hallway that looked more like a basement. The whole place had only red lights as the lighting source, so it took my eyes a while to get used to it.

“Where are you taking me?” I asked, but only received silence as a response

We walked for what felt like ten minutes until we reached a black wooden door with an iron door knocker. She knocked on the door four times and left.

“Is this a prank?” I asked myself, after five minutes of standing there alone. Suddenly the door opened, but I couldn’t see anything other than darkness ahead

“Hello?” I called from the doorway, but no one answered back

The thing that made me such a great reporter was my utter curiosity, and even with all my senses screaming ‘don’t go in there!’ I decided to listen to my curious side instead, and went into the room. As soon as I stepped a foot inside, the door behind me closed shut.

The room was pitch black and I stumbled across a few items. I placed my hand on top of what felt like a table so I could try to guide myself through the room, at least back to the door again so I could leave. When suddenly I felt several pairs of soft hands on my torso pulling me back.

“What the fuck?” I gasped in shock

But before I could make a move, my wrists and ankles were tied to a wooden surface and a red light turned on in the room

Five nuns were in front of me, staring silently at my body

“Leave” Someone said from behind me, and the nuns obeyed and left

“I would be lying if I said you weren’t a beautiful sight” Y/N said, and and walked in front of me

“You psycho bitch” I growled and pulled at the restraints “Let me go!”

She smiled “Oh Damian...You don’t want that!” Her nails softly scratched my lower belly “And neither do I”

“You’re sick! Let me go, you fucking-“

“Na ah” She slapped me across the face “I’m done playing these pretending games” She lit up a cigarette “Pretend you didn’t jerk off to my moans, pretending you don’t want to fuck me...that gets tiring” She dipped her hand inside my sweatpants and found my semi hard bulge “You’ve wanted to fuck me ever since you laid eyes on me” She giggled and I licked my dry lips

“Those sinful, filthy, thoughts you’ve had, Damian” She closed her fist around my erection “You wanted to know what we do here, right? We purge that demon out of you” And scooted closer until her lips brushed against my own with every word she spoke

“We send him away, so he can’t bother you anymore” She freed my cock from my pants and began to pump her hand up and down “We release you from the seed of evil”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I panted

Y/N knelt down in front of me and darted her tongue out, licking my slit “Give me the seed of evil, Damian” and gave an open mouth kiss on my tip “Feed me with it” Licked the underside of my shaft “Release yourself from what’s been bothering you ever since you got here” Darting her tongue out “Use me to purify your soul” And opened her mouth wider.

At such a sight I had no other option but to buck my hips forward…

And chase for my cleansing

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elvish-sky · 3 years

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Look Back {Thorin x Reader}

A.N: A thousand thanks to @guardianofrivendell , who kinda kickstarted this entire fic with their great idea (everyone go check out their work, it’s incredible!). Quick note on character ages- after the five years later bit Sigrid is 20, Otto is 3, and Kieran of course is relative to your age. I honestly really enjoyed writing this, even the parts where it made me cry (a good emotional outlet. Send me more angsty requests!) so I really hope it’s what you wanted, Anon!

Requested by Anon on Tumblr: Thanks for answering my ask about angst! No worries if it'll take a while, so long as you're healthy and not stressing out about it, I will wait cuz your writing is soo worth it)I was wondering if I could request an either thorin x reader(f!human) or kili x Reader(f!human) where the reader is dumped by them and she moves on (like ends up with an elf or another dwarf) and lives a happy life, and thorin or kili regrets having left them and tries to get them back but sees that they lost their One cuz of their mistake and regrets it? (Is that too angsty?? I'm so sorry if it is!)

Word Count: 4,576. The longest thing I’ve ever written is an angst fic. Huh.

Summary: Thorin doesn’t want to push back against the council when they say you cannot be married.

Pairings: Thorin x Reader, OC (I have those now. Huh.) x Reader

Warnings: Angst, Regret, End of Relationship, Sadness, Fluff

Director’s Commentary

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Look Back

“It is the will of the council that, since Y/N is not a dwarf, the two of you shall not be married, and cannot be together.”

Your head jerked up. You had been expecting pushback, but not a flat-out refusal. Turning your head to look at Thorin, you saw him bow his head in defeat.

“Very well. If it is the will of the council.”

The words hit you in the chest like an arrow. You thought he would fight for you, but no. You weren’t worth it. You rose and left without another word, slipping between the doors as the council watched you go. Balin sighed from his seat midway down the stone table, shaking his head in disappointment at the whole room.

Arriving at your rooms, the ones right next to Thorin’s that you had been so proud of, you started shoving your belongings into a sack, leaving anything that had been given to you by your former love out. You didn’t want any reminders of him, even to see him ever again.

Sadly, your wish to not see him didn’t work, as shown very quickly. Barely three minutes after you had entered your rooms, he came bursting through the carved double doors.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, but I can’t disobey the council.”

You scoffed, grabbing your few tunics and folding them into the bag.

He continued, “You can stay, we can ask again in a few months, give them more time to warm up to the idea.”

“No. If I’m not worth fighting for now, how do I know I’ll be worth it then?”

You were drawing the string closed on your meager bag of belongings. It was rather sad to think how little you actually owned, versus what had been gifted to you by your former betrothed.

“I’m not going to risk my heart like this, Thorin. I can see that I never actually mattered.”

“Y/N-”

You cut him off.

“You’ve broken promises before, but I never thought you’d break this one, Thorin Oakenshield.”

You had been undoing your courting braid as you spoke, and now flung the bead at him. It fell into his hand, and you didn’t even spare a moment for the pain in his eyes as you slammed the door behind you, leaving a king with everything feeling as if he had just lost the one thing that really mattered.

You arrived at the gates to Erebor to see something rather unexpected. The entire company was gathered there, and you stopped in front of them. They were all gazing at you with unshed tears in their eyes, and looking at them you couldn’t believe how far you all had come from that ragged company running for their lives. It made you sad to think about leaving, when the reminders of what you were giving up were all right there.

“I’m sorry about the council, lass.” Balin was the first to speak. “I tried to sway them, but it just couldn’t be done. I’ll keep trying.”

You mustered a small smile for the old dwarf. “Thank you, Balin, but you don’t have to keep beating a dead horse. We both know nothing will come of it.”

Each member of the company stepped forward and said goodbye, hugging you before moving back to the group. Dwalin settled for briefly squeezing you, before stepping back with a muttered, “I’ll miss yeh, lass.” You saw him surreptitiously wipe a tear from his cheek, and giggled a little.

Nori slipped a few coins into your pocket, as well as a set of lock picks. “You never know when they’ll come in handy.”

Dori was crying as he pressed several bags of tea leaves into your hand. You sniffed them, recognizing the scent of your favorite kind.

Ori was also teary as he quickly wrapped a knitted scarf around your neck. “It gets cold out there,” were his parting words before he retreated to stand next to Dori.

You let out a small laugh as Gloin handed you an ax. “I already have my sword!”

“Yes, lassie, but everyone knows axes are better.” There were gasps of outrage, but you were glad that the dwarf had lightened the mood, even just a little. Besides, the axe truly was gorgeous. A lovely specimen of dwarven craftsmanship, with a beautifully carved handle.

“Is that a dragon?” Gloin nodded, and you marveled at the intricacies.

Bifur approached next, pressing a carving into your hand. You looked at the figure. “That’s me!” He nodded, and you gazed at the detail he had worked in, even the etchings on your sword were visible in the wood.

Bombur handed you a satchel, and you opened it. You gave the dwarf a big hug as you saw the honey-scones packing it to the brim. “My favorite.”

“The recipe is in there too.” You couldn”t resist giving him a second hug of thanks.

Bofur came forward after his brother. “I’d sing you something, but I’m not sure I can do it without crying.” You straightened his hat, which had been set askew by your hug, as he stepped back.

Fili and Kili were last. Fili approached you slowly, but Kili shoved him out of the way and crashed into you. Burying his face in your coat, he whispered, “I really wanted to get to call you Auntie.”

You choked back tears, wrapping your arms around him as his brother joined the hug.

“You’ll write to us?” Fili looked as if he was trying not to cry as well, while Kili had given up and had tears visibly streaming down his cheeks.

“I will.” You broke away with difficulty and gave the group one last look. “Thank you all, so much.” They nodded, and you turned and walked out of the gates, leaving your old love behind.

Thorin watched from the ramparts high above as you left. He knew he had made the right choice for his kingdom, but it hurt. The expression on your face was slowly killing him, and he knew whatever his doubts had been that you had truly loved him. He had loved you too, but he thought he loved his kingdom more. Nevertheless, he found himself hoping that you would turn around, come back, even though he knew he would have to turn you away.

You didn’t turn around.

You didn’t even look back.

*Five Years Later*

You shouldered the door open, arms full of papers. “I’m home!”

“Mama!” A small shape barreled into you and you barely managed to hold onto the papers, handing them to your husband before scooping the three-year-old up.

“Otto! How was your day?” You pressed a kiss to Otto’s forehead before pecking Kieran on the cheek as you brushed by him into the sitting room. There was a fire going, smoke drifting up the chimney and you stood near it, warming hands chilled by the brisk fall air.

“Good! Look what I made!” Otto wiggled out of your grasp and trotted over to the table, where after lots of jumping he finally managed to catch hold of something. He placed it in your lap, and you weren’t sure whether to be mad or touched. You settled for shooting a glare at Kieran before oohing and ahhing over the crudely carved figure.

“It’s you, Mommy! Like the one on the table!”

Examining it closer, you could see something that looked like a sword. It was nowhere near the skill of Bifur’s carving that you still treasured, but it was very sweet nonetheless.

“Wonderful job, darling.”

“Are we going to the market today?” Otto looked up at you with pleading eyes.

“Why?” You shot a suspicious glance at Kieran, who assumed a very innocent expression.

“Because Da said that if we went to the market and got ingredients you would make the honey scones!”

“He did, did he?”

Kieran looked guilty as you frowned at him.

“Don’t worry. Let’s put our boots on and head out!”

Otto jumped with excitement and ran to grab his boots.

You crossed your arms and glared at your husband. “I cannot believe you let him use a knife.”

“He’s three! He’s old enough. Besides, I was watching him the whole time.”

“That doesn’t make it any better!” You threw your hands up in exasperation before kissing him.

“But don’t worry, I still love you.”

“I love you too.” Kieran drew you in for a deeper kiss, and you responded enthusiastically.

“Let’s go!!” Your moment was interrupted by Otto, practically bouncing with excitement by the door. You laughed at him and wrapped your scarf, still holding up five years later, around your neck. Linking arms with Kieran, you giggled as Otto tugged on his hat from his perch on his father’s shoulders, and walked out the door.

The streets of Dale were bustling, people going to the market, or the King’s house just down your street.

Having been a hero of the Battle of the Five Armies, and one of two members of the company who had seen reason (the other being Bilbo, of course), you had a close friendship with King Bard. When you had marched into Dale after leaving Erebor, eyes still swollen with tears, he and his children had taken care of you, and it was because of him that you had met Kieran.

Two months after leaving Erebor, you had been helping Bard train recruits for Dale’s army. Most of the men disliked being trained by a girl, but one had taken your advice and training exactly as he would a man’s. He had grown skilled, and after striking up a friendship had asked to court you. You had said yes, even though you weren’t over Thorin, but had quickly fallen head over heels in love. Kieran was perfect. He respected your fighting skills and didn’t mind your closeness to the king. He was sweet, kind, funny, and in his eyes every was perfect until proven otherwise. He always saw the best in people, never the worst. In other words, he was everything Thorin hadn’t been, and more.

The two of you were married in a ceremony officiated by the King Bard six months after he had asked to court you, a year after leaving Erebor. Fili, Kili, and Balin had attended the ceremony, sneaking away from their royal duties for a day on the pretense of a diplomatic mission. You had kept your promise to write, and although the news of you finding someone else was hard for the two princes, they were happy your heart had started to heal. You had gotten pregnant two months later, news which was received with joy from everyone who heard. Upon reading your letter announcing the news that Fili decided to show him in the middle of a council meeting (later recognized as an extremely bad decision), Kili had let out a whoop of joy, looking guilty when everyone looked at him and promptly throwing the letter into the fire. You had laughed uproariously upon hearing this story from Fili the next time he made it to Dale. The day that Otto was born, your heart healed more. You still remembered the pain you had felt leaving Erebor, of feeling like you did not matter, but it was better now. You had been able to keep in touch with most of the company, all who had been to visit at some point after his birth. You didn’t know if Thorin knew you had moved on or had a child, but you were getting to the point where you could forgive him, just a little, for the past.

Swinging your hand entwined with Kieran’s, you made your way through the market, stopping at all your favorite stalls to chat and pick out baking ingredients. Noticing Sigrid, Bard’s eldest daughter, picking up honey, you talked while inspecting the jars.

“Da’s been taking half a jar to put in his tea, lately. I think he’s craving sugar.”

“More than usual?”

You laughed at Kieran’s comment. “Tell him we’re making honey scones tonight. I’ll bring some up later.”

“He’ll appreciate that, although hopefully, Bain doesn’t eat them all first like he did last time!”

“I wanna eat all the scones with Bain!” Otto was feeling left out from his perch.

“I’m sure he’ll be pleased to have the company.” Sigrid giggled at him, passing a flower up to him before waving goodbye.

“She’s a good kid.” Kieran looked after her fondly.

“We’re not that much older than she is!” You pointed this out as you brushed flower petals out of his hair, Otto looking sad as his work was undone.

“Now c’mon. We still need to buy more flour, especially if we’re making scones for Bard!”

You set off again, laughing with your family as you wound through the market. You were in the middle of the artisanal section when a hush fell, the sea of people parting as something made its way through. You kept moving forward, pushing people aside to see what was happening, until you came face to face with Thorin Oakenshield, King Under the Mountain.

“Y/N.” He was the first to acknowledge you, looking as if it pained him to do so.

“Thorin.” There were gasps at your familiarity, but you didn’t care. You promptly turned around, grabbing your husband’s hand and dragging him, a silent Otto clinging to his shoulders, away.

You didn’t look back this time, either.

“You didn’t tell me she had a child!”

Thorin was back in Erebor, pacing around his chambers as Balin watched. He had been unable to think properly after seeing you in the market, and Fili and Balin had decided that the best course of action, or at least the one least likely to cause a diplomatic incident, was to reschedule the meeting with Bard and bring him back to the Lonely Mountain.

“You never asked.” Balin had resigned himself to having a hard conversation the minute he saw you in the market, he just didn’t know what exactly that conversation would be like. They had managed to keep the two of you apart for the last five years, but it was bound to happen sometime.

“But...she has a child.” Thorin was devastated.

He had found out that you had kept in touch with the company six months after you left, coming across Kili reading a letter from you in the library. The fact that Kili was in the library in the first place was suspicious enough, and his doubts had been confirmed when he snuck up behind his nephew and read the letter over his shoulder.

His gasp of, “She’s courting someone,” had been loud enough to startle half the library. Kili had jumped and tried to hide the parchment, but Thorin had simply crashed down into the chair, head in his hands.

After taking several deep breaths, all the king said was, “She’s moved on. I have to as well,” before rising and brushing himself off, as if to brush the memories of you away. He had seemed fine, but Fili had heard the muttering coming from his room that night, of loss and grief and mistakes.

After that, they had been much better at hiding their correspondence. The brothers had only decided to tell him about your life one more time, a year after you left, saying you had been married. He had taken that news well, it seemed, but Kili had heard the broken sobs coming from the king’s chambers late that night.

“She cannot be happy with that- that man!” Now, Thorin seemed to be taking this news hardest of all.

“She is, lad. We’ve all seen her with them. They’re a family.” Balin was trying to calm him down, but it just wasn’t working.

“But, she’d be happier here. With me!” He was pacing the room now, raking his hands through his hair in greater distress.

“Thorin,” Balin grabbed him, stopping him so that the two were face to face, “you still love her.”

The king staggered back, falling onto his bed. His head was in his hands again, almost mirroring how he had looked with Kili four years ago.

“Lad?”

“Leave.”

The one word was whispered, quieter than Balin had ever heard his king. He left, closing the door and signaling to the guard outside that the king was not to be disturbed.

The next morning, Thorin walked out of his rooms with an air of purpose about him. He was wearing an old cloak, to not be recognized as the king. Fili and Kili still managed to notice the distinct gait of their uncle and stopped him in the halls right near the gate.

“Where are you going?” Kili looked concerned.

“Balin was right last night. I am still in love with Y/N, so I’m going to bring her back.”

The identical looks of shock on his nephew’s face would have been hilarious in other circumstances.

“You’re still in love with Y/N?!”

“Keep up, Kili!” Fili smacked his brother before continuing.

“Uncle, I hate to say this, but remember how she looked at you yesterday? I don’t think she’ll be happy to see you.”

Kili nodded at his brother’s words. “Besides, you’re the king. How are you going to convince the council when you failed five years ago?”

Thorin looked a little surprised at that, as if he hadn’t quite thought that far ahead, but shook it off. “She will be happy to see me this time. I’m going to Dale.”

“Uncle, no!” Kili tried to block his way, but Thorin shoved past him, disappearing quickly.

“Follow him to Dale, I’ll tell Balin and the rest of the company.” Fili brushed his brother off and turned to go back to the royal wing as Kili disappeared after their uncle.

You were making your way through the twisting streets of Dale, delivering scones to friends as you went. You had stopped at the market to give some to the honey-vendor, who always appreciated them, before turning back the direction you came. You stopped back home to pick up the basket you had made for Bard, walking in on Kieran and Otto stuffing their faces with scones and looking incredibly guilty, before continuing the walk up the hill. You were ushered in by Hakon, as usual (Bard didn’t like keeping servants, he said it made him feel “stuffy,” but a king was afforded certain privileges), and you gave him a grateful smile as he took your heavy scarf to hang up.

“I have scones!” You entered Bard’s office, plopping the basket on his desk from which he immediately grabbed one.

“Delicious.”

You smiled at his praise, laughing as Bain burst through the doorway behind you.

“Did I hear scones?” He quickly dove for the basket, grabbing two.

“One for each hand!” He tried to justify this before shrugging and taking a bite, giving you a thumbs up.

“I’ve got to go home, make sure Kieran and Otto aren’t in a food coma, but I’m glad you like them!”

The king and his son nodded at you, waving goodbye as their mouths were still stuffed with a scone.

“And save some for the girls!” You left with that, laughing at their sad faces.

It was pleasant out, the sort of fall day you looked forward to, so you decided that Kieran and Otto could spare you for a little while, just long enough for you to take a walk on the walls of the city.

The view of the mountain was gorgeous from here. When you had first left, you had spent hours staring, wondering if you had made a mistake by leaving. Now, you just liked to appreciate the view.

“Want to come back?”

You jumped, spinning to see Thorin standing behind you. You hadn’t really paused to look at him the day before, but now you noticed he looked different. Not bad, but it didn’t look as if he’d found happiness the way you had.

He stepped forward. “Y/N. I’ve come to ask you to rejoin me in the mountain.”

Your jaw dropped. “What? Do you want me to move in with my family? That seems like a bad idea.”

“No, Y/N,” he took your hand and you were too surprised to remove it from his grasp, “I want you to be my queen.”

You laughed and jerked your hand away. It wasn’t a sound of amusement, no. It sounded empty.

Hollow.

“We saw how well that went last time.”

“No, Y/N. This time I mean it. Come to Erebor.”

“I’m happy here, Thorin. I have a husband and a child.”

“Your child can come too, and I’m sure I can do much better for you than that man!”

Your cheeks reddened with anger as you balled up your fists, trying to restrain yourself. “I’m happy here, Thorin! I don’t need you to take me to Erebor when I have everything I could possibly want already!”

He looked as if you had physically hit him.

“Y/N, you deserve more than this, though! The council won’t be any trouble this time.”

“And you think you’re the one who can give me what I deserve?” You laughed again, the hollow sound caught by the wind.

“No, dwarf. I have everything I deserve right here and I’m not going to let you ruin it. This is my happiness, and I will be damned if I let you take that away!”

“Y/N-”

“No. I wasn’t worth fighting for then, I know I won’t be worth it now.”

“But I love you, Y/N.”

“And I loved you, once. But you’re too late.”

He watched as you walked away for the third time, knowing that this was the last.

You didn’t look back.

Kieran knew something was wrong the minute you walked through the door.

“Otto, say bye-bye to Mama and get ready to go with Sigrid!” He strode over to you and hugged you quickly before pulling away.

“Sigrid’s going to take Otto for a few hours.”

“Thank you, Sigrid.” You mustered a smile for her as she tugged her boots back on.

“Of course! C’mon Otto, Bain’s waiting!” She giggled as the child trotted out of his room, looking squishy and adorable in his winter clothes.

He ran over to you and you bent down and hugged him.

“I love you, Mama!”

You kissed his forehead before ushering him to Kieran, who got the same treatment before Otto trotted over to Sigrid and grabbed her hand.

“Bye Y/N! Bye Kieran!” You lifted a hand in farewell as they left, waiting for the door to close behind them before collapsing into Kieran’s arms.

He immediately started to murmur to you, whispering reassurances in your ear as he guided you to sit next to him. He waited for your sobs to fade before speaking.

“What happened?”

“I went for a- a walk on the walls and I ran into Th- Thorin,” you choked out, voice breaking when you said his name.

You could see Kieran’s face soften in understanding.

“Did he harm you?”

You shook your head. “He wanted me to marry him. He…” you hesitated as you saw Kieran’s eyes spark with anger, but continued.

“He said you weren’t good enough for me. I told him you were better than I deserved.”

His eyes lightened again and he pressed a kiss to your cheek.

“Do you need to talk it out?” That was one of the things you loved about Kieran, he didn’t offer solutions or try to fix all your problems, he just listened. He knew that when you had an issue, you just wanted someone to talk to, not to come up with ideas but just to support you.

You nodded. “I just, I felt so bad for him. And I know I shouldn’t, but he just seems so lonely.”

“Do you want to go back? He’s right, you deserve more than me.”

Your head snapped up. “No! Kieran, why would you think that? I’m happy here. I have the perfect husband and a wonderful child, and I wouldn’t trade any of that for the world.”

He still looked doubtful.

“Kieran, he broke my heart five years ago, and yes, I was in love with him then, but you picked up the broken pieces and helped me heal. I’d never leave you.”

You kissed him on the lips this time, trying to convey just how much he meant to you. “I love you,” you whispered, pulling away.

“I love you too.” He pulled you back in for another kiss. When you broke apart you lay your head on his chest as he moved to lay down.

“Let’s take advantage of the extra rest before Otto gets back.”

You laughed at him and felt the rumble of his chest as his breaths deepened, watching him fall asleep. As you faded into unconsciousness, you couldn’t help but think that after all you’d been through, you were so unbelievably lucky to have found Kieran.

Thorin had never understood what people meant when they called Erebor The Lonely Mountain. Now, walking up to the gates alone, he got it. Something was missing, something that he’d never noticed before but now felt the absence of more keenly than ever. He couldn’t believe that he had failed to win you back. He hadn’t realized just how much he had hurt you five years ago, but the pain in your eyes had made it very clear.

“I’m sorry, Uncle.” Kili appeared next to him as he walked up to the gates.

Thorin ignored him, ignored the salutes and waves he got from his subjects as he made a beeline for his rooms, Kili dashing around in his wake to fix the wounded pride of every dwarf he ignored.

Once Thorin made it to his rooms he locked the door behind him, taking slight delight even through his misery at the thump meaning Kili had crashed into it, before collapsing in his chair.

He still was in shock. No, not shock, he was devastated. It had never occurred to him that you would be happy in Dale, wouldn’t want to rule a kingdom. He had thought that he wasn’t in love with you for the better part of five years, and once he realized he still was he hadn’t thought you wouldn’t feel the same.

A knock sounded at the door. “Please let us in, Uncle.”

Thorin sighed and went to undo the bolts.

Fili and Kili entered, both looking much more subdued than usual. Fili took in how Thorin’s coat was thrown on the floor, his boots tossed haphazardly in each direction and sighed.

“What do you need?” Despite knowing how Thorin had hurt you, Kili couldn’t help but feel bad for his uncle. He had never seen Thorin like this. He looked broken.

“I need to be alone.”

His nephews nodded, actually obeying him for once, and slipped out the door.

Thorin was again left alone with his thoughts. Somehow, he had realized that you had been his One. That was why he had said out to make things better. But he had failed. He had lost his One, the only person who he could ever love didn’t love him back.

Thorin buried his head in his hands, letting out a broken sob. For the fourth time in his life, he had failed. He was too late.

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Three Firsts

Day 2 of Jeankasa Week 2021: First Kiss

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There are different types of first kisses: The one at the beginning of a relationship. The one to seal a relationship forever. The one to welcome a new life into a relationship.

Another nightmare. Three years, and they haunted him at least thrice a week –the faces of his fallen comrades, the millions of children stomped into the ground, the thousands of families left without a home to return to. He faced them in his nightmares; they accused him of not having seen the signs in Eren earlier, they accused him for not running after him the day he’d left, for not forcing him to tell Mikasa -once and for all- how he felt about her.

Perhaps this was why he’d become so dead set with Armin’s ideals of peace. He wanted to help the world and the island, yes, but above all, Jean wanted absolution.

“Jean,” a voice called, and in the crowd of millions pointing fingers at him, Jean recognized it immediately. His friends’ voices anchored him to sanity, but this particular voice was also anchored in his heart. “Jean, wake up.”

Jean came back onto his senses. He’d fallen asleep at his study table in the royal library, where most of them spent their time now that the negotiations had started. He rubbed his eyes with the back of his hands and stretched against the chair; budgeting wasn’t his forte…nor was it to try and convince a rich western president to spare scraps for the refugees. But Armin had trusted him with the tasks and Jean couldn’t let him down. Besides, he didn’t have the heart to leave all the work to his negotiations partner, who had surprised them all with her abilities with numbers.

“Hey,” Mikasa said to his right, reaching out to graze his arm with the palm of her hand. Jean jolted in his seat, confused at the sight of her. Mikasa drew her hand away and recoiled, and he wanted to slap himself in the face for his stupid reaction. “I’m sorry I woke you.”

“No, I thought I was dreaming when I heard your voice.” He hurried to say. Mikasa’s lips formed an O and nodded, looking more relieved that he hadn’t been terrified of seeing her. Jean smiled, noticing her rucksack lying on the table…and the empty tables around. “What time is it?”

“Midnight, almost.”

“Huh?” Jean said, rubbing his eyes. “What are you doing here? Wasn’t Armin leaving at six today?”

Mikasa shook her head. “He left at five,” she corrected, giving him a sideways glance. “I was waiting for you to wake up. I didn’t want you to walk back alone.”

Jean’s heart leaped in his chest, and he pictured a small rabbit bouncing inside his torso. He shouldn’t be surprised, his mind reminded his heart. They’d exchanged letters before his arrival, they’d been comrades at arms in the battlefield, they’d stopped the end of the world together. Of course, she would be concerned about him. That didn’t mean she felt anything special for him.

Friendship love was still love. He didn’t aspire to anything else. Five months had passed since their arrival, and he was content with just spending time by her side, seeing her smile come onto her more and more naturally.

“Buses aren’t running anymore, are they?” Jean guessed.

“Last one must be leaving now. Historia took the last royal car about an hour ago,” Mikasa said, looking at the pocket watch Armin had brought for her from the continent. “It’s going to be a long walk back.”

Jean sighed and gave her an apologetic look. Historia had given them rooms in one of the newest buildings in the district, with beautiful views of the countryside and rivers and only a fifteen minute drive away from her own residence…and a whole hour walk away from the royal palace. “I’m sorry, Mikasa. You shouldn’t have waited for me.”

“It’s alright.” Mikasa replied, coming to her feet, grabbing the pink cardigan she’d laid out on her table. “We need to get going, though, before all the drunk people come out of the pubs.”

“Allow me,” he said, standing from his chair and taking the cardigan from her hands. She blinked up at him, almost startled, and Jean had to chuckle. “Turn around, please.”

She did as he requested, and Jean helped her put her arms into the sleeves, then flattened the wrinkled fabric on her shoulders. Mikasa looked at him over her shoulder, locking her eyes with his for a moment that stretched an eternity. “Thank you,” she whispered, her low voice creating a pocket universe around them even in the empty room.

“We need to get going,” Jean said, clearing his throat and reaching out to grab her backpack from the table. He focused on the books he’d laid out and began stuffing them in her bag. “Can I put these books in here? I’ll carry it for you. Mine’s already full.”

“I can carry it.”

Jean shook his head. “No, let me. I’m the one that’s taking all these books home.”

“We’re both working the budgets, Jean, I can carry my own backpack.”

“I can do it.”

Mikasa pressed her hand against the paper he’d been about to stash away, stopping him midmotion, narrowing her eyes as if examining a new life organism. “Are you alright? You look like you just saw a ghost.”

Not a ghost, but the outlines of his desire for her, which he’d worked so hard to suppress the past months. The impulse of kissing her overcame him whenever they did their runs to Historia’s orphanages, whenever he saw her smile and play with little Ymir and her friends (who loved clinging to her three at a time, since they knew she was the strongest around), when she was focused doing calculations he was too dumb to understand…when she spoke to him.

She’d grown so talkative the past month. At first, it had only been with him and Armin. But the more time passed, the more he noticed her opening to people. The other night, he’d seen her having dinner with Pieck, Hitch, and Annie. From their table, he and Armin had heard her laugh alongside for something Pieck had said about Annie. Later that very night, she’d walked back to their apartments with him, talking about the littlest matters and court gossip Historia filtered down to them whenever she felt bored.

Being her friend was his most precious treasure, and Jean didn’t want to ruin it by putting his romantic love for her first.

“I’m fine,” Jean replied, turning to look at her after a deep breath, counting to ten as he always did whenever he felt the urge to kiss her. The curiosity in her deep eyes pierced through him, and in the enclosed space, Jean’s almost felt as if an invisible force drew his body to hers. He straightened before he got any closer, clearing his throat yet again, ignoring the pink tint of her cheeks. “We need to get going.”

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In the end, she hadn’t let him carry her backpack for her. He seemed tired enough as things were, and a couple of extra pounds on his back would do nothing to help his health. He ate well enough, but he never got many hours of sleep, and it concerned Mikasa. She wanted to wake him up before, at eleven, when Historia had sent her errand boys to let her know the last car was leaving the royal library…but he’d looked so cozy on the chair, she hadn’t had the heart to wake him. She’d decided to wake him until the nightmares started, certain they would catch the night bus.

Not that she didn’t enjoy walking the whole way back with him. They’d done it plenty of times these months, when their work extended long hours into the night. In most occasions, they’d walked back in a group, accompanied by the banter of Pieck and Reiner, or by Connie’s longing remarks for his girlfriend at the continent.

Besides, she’d taken a liking to dinner with Annie, Pieck and Hitch the past couple of days.

All in all, it had been a while since the last time it’d been the two of them alone on the road home. She liked being alone around Jean; his presence gave her reassurance. At first, it had been like a firm, sturdy ship that had pulled her out of a sea of monsters and terribly high waves crawling with corpses. But now he was a tree; a tall tree overflowing with beautiful ripe fruit, perfect words for any situation, with astonishingly wide branches to cover her from the searing pain of guilt and grief.

It had taken a while for his roots to take hold in her heart. But they were there, growing deeper with each day, cementing themselves further and further into her soul.

She’d felt this before, when her first home had been ripped away from her, when that little boy with the green eyes had reached out to her and offered her a new one. Back then, they’d been surrounded by so much horror that she hadn’t figured out exactly what the boy with the green eyes had meant for her. Now she was an adult, however, well past her first heartbreak, her first lost love. And she recognized the same warmth in her heart whenever she looked into the hazel speckled eyes of the man walking by her side.

“The moon,” she said, pointing at the sky. “It’s really pretty tonight, isn’t it?”

“It is,” Jean said, looking at her instead of the sky. “Are you cold? Do you need my sweater?”

“I’m fine,” Mikasa shook her head and rubbed her hands together. “We just need to walk quicker.”

“I can carry that for you.”

“Jean.”

He hunched his shoulders. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you carry it,” he said with a kind smile. “But if your back is sore tomorrow, don’t blame me.”

“I won’t.”

“Because I’ll tell them the truth, Ackerman,” Jean said, chuckling as she turned to look at him with her brow furrowed. “I’ll tell them you’re as stubborn as the will of kings, three times more stubborn than the queen of Paradis itself…I know, I know what you’re going to say. ‘You’re an idiot, Kirstein’.”

“You are. And you’ve learned from the best,” Mikasa quipped back. “I mean Connie.”

Jean laughed, his voice mingling with the echoes and faint music coming from the pubs around them. Mikasa covered her mouth to laugh; she’d never thought anyone would ever consider her funny…no, she had never thought she would ever feel compelled to tell a joke, or just act her age, ever again.

Her friendship to Jean was her most precious treasure after those three years. Her love for Armin had not wavered, he was still the only family from her past she had left, but Armin would have his own family soon, at the continent. And she couldn’t blame him or force him to stay. She wanted him to move on from the pain, even if that meant leaving her behind.

The thing was, Mikasa didn’t want Jean to leave her behind.

“You look thoughtful.” He pointed out as they passed another pub.

“I’m thinking about Armin,” she replied. “About the wedding.”

“Are you excited about it?”

“Not more than he is.” Mikasa said. “I’m just shocked.”

“Shocked?”

She nodded. “We fought so much against them, the Marley warriors, the titan shifters. And now we’re dining with them, and Armin is marrying Annie.”

“Strange turn of events?”

“It’s weird how life doesn’t go as you imagine it,” Mikasa replied, tilting her head back to look at the moon, its surface rough and damaged, and still the most beautiful sight in the sky. “If you’d asked me five years ago how I imagined my life, I would’ve told you…”

Her voice disappeared gradually as she realized she’d almost mentioned Eren. Jean didn’t mind talking about him; in fact, that’s all they had done the first couple of weeks, reminisce about the past, about their time as soldiers. However, the more time they spent together, the less she liked bringing him in conversation. Why, she didn’t understand. He’d been Eren’s friend, after all.

“You would’ve said you wanted to spend the rest of Eren’s years by his side.” Jean finished saying. “You don’t need to be ashamed to say it. You love him.”

“I loved him.” She corrected, not wanting to look at Jean. Her love for Eren was there, of course, but there was only so much love she could give a dead man. “And you’re right. That’s what I would’ve said…and I would’ve had no idea of what to do afterwards. That would’ve been the end of the line for me. I never thought I’d be alive after Eren’s death.”

“What do you think you’d say now?” Jean asked. There was no hidden message in his words, just genuine interest for her wellbeing, for assurance that she would not drown in grief again, as they’d found her upon their return. “If someone asked you how you imagine your future now, what would you say?”

“I’d say I want to keep living,” she said, with much more certainty than what she’d expected. “I want to keep living with you guys. I want to see little Ymir at school. I want to be at Armin’s wedding, and at Connie’s wedding. I want to keep hearing Hitch’s jokes. I want to keep walking home with you after work and make dinner together.”

“I wanna keep making dinner with you too.” Jean replied, with the longing look she’d come to recognize so well the past few weeks.

Mikasa brought her hands up to her face to blow hot air into her palms, hoping the gesture would cover the color in her cheeks, thinking perhaps she could blame the cold, if he asked, or if he stared too much –he did tend to stare at her every now and then.

“Hey. The skin in your fingers is cracking,” Jean said. He grabbed her hands to examine them, stopping in front of another pub. “I know you’re saying you want to keep living, but catching a cold isn’t precisely going in that direction.”

“Are you going to scold me like a kid for forgetting my gloves?” Mikasa asked, her gaze threatening to turn into a glare.

Jean gave her a playful smile. He brought out a set of bandages from his pockets and began wrapping her fingers with the soft fabric. “Exactly. Papa doesn’t like when children forget their winter clothes, especially when it’s starting to snow.”

Mikasa snorted again. “You’re such an idiot. Please don’t call yourself papa.”

Jean laughed, and they wrapped themselves once again in their little universe. It happened often, when they cooked, gossiped about the court or simple when they worked their budgeting books in the library. One look from either of the two, and they became separate entities from the reality around them, with their attention solely on the other. It was a nice little trick they had; it was what had turned this friendship of theirs into her treasure.

“Put my gloves on, please,” he said, putting them in her hands. “I don’t want you hurt.”

“Jean, a cold isn’t deadly.”

“Still.” He said, his face growing serious. “I don’t want to see you hurting.”

Mikasa opened her mouth to say something, but the crowd coming from the pub to their right was louder. A group of twenty people or so, all their age, surrounded them in a circle of drunken laughter and cheers, their voices too loud for her liking, their faces red and bodies oblivious to the snow that had started falling from the sky. A man older than the rest had a violin in his hands, and despite his efforts to play the cheery little melody, Mikasa and Jean cringed at the dissonant sound from his strings.

“We need to get home. They’re not dangerous, but they’re too loud.” She told him, huddling closer to him. Jean put a hand on the back of her head and the other to her waist, as if to shield her from the crowd. A group of girls pulled the violinist to an empty stretch of street. The man, emboldened by being in front of the crowd, stood on a bench near him and played even more passionately.

Jean turned to look at her, laughing. “He’s really bad, isn’t he?”

Mikasa felt her chest moving in laughter. She closed her eyes as another set of high notes pierced the night. “He’s awful,” she laughed, huddling closer as two couples began to jump nearby. She opened her eyes, cringing still. “Take me home, please.”

Her eyes met the hazel in his; he was staring at her again. There were snowflakes on his hair and face, and his cheeks were more blushed than the cheeks from the people around them. She felt herself relax in his arms and the stupid little tune from the violin became muffled in her ears. “You have snowflakes,” she pointed out, lifting herself up on the tip of her toes to run her thumb along his eyebrows.

She traced a line with her finger down his jawline, wondering when he’d grown into such manly shapes. He leaned in, barely half a centimeter, and her body took that as all the invitation she needed. Mikasa grabbed his face with both hands and touched his lips with hers, moving them in an awkward, simple motion she’d seen other people her age do.

She thought he would push her away that second he held his breath; she thought he would reject her advance, tell her he saw her as nothing more than a friend –a possibility that, she was shocked to realize, made her feel as if an iron fist squeezed the blood out of her heart.

But after that moment of initial shock, Jean wrapped her waist with his arms and lifted her in the air, kissing her as a longtime lover. Whoops and cheers surrounded them, and the violinist stopped playing for the blessed seconds their lips moved against each other.

He put her on the ground and pressed his forehead against hers once they’d finished, catching his breath while the drunken crowd clapped and cheered. He closed her eyes and so did Mikasa, both at a loss for words of what they’d done.

“Oi!” the violinist shouted, and the crowd quieted around him. “Aren’t you the Ackerman girl? The titan-killer? Stronger than a thousand men?”

Mikasa tensed in his arms; she was accustomed to being antagonized by some groups in the island, but she’d hoped the alcohol would keep them from recognizing her. She didn’t like the idea of getting into trouble with Jean there.

“Yes,” Mikasa said, lowering Jean’s arm, which he’d begun wrapping around her protectively. If this was going to be an argument, she didn’t want them to antagonize Jean. “I am. Why?”

The violinist smiled, playing an out-of-tune chord in excitement. “I knew I recognized ya! I didn’t know you had a sweetheart!” he shouted happily. “I saw you in Trost! You saved our lives and you were just a little teenage kid! I never thought I’d see the day I’d see you happy and married.”

“Oh,” Mikasa said, relaxing. “We’re not married yet.”

“Yet?” Jean asked suddenly.

“That’s a lovely sweetheart you’ve got there, boy. Take good care of her or she might as well will rip your balls off,” the violinist half-shouted, half-laughed, putting his instrument under his chin and bowing in their direction. “For the happy couple.”

“For the happy couple!” the crowd cheered on. The violinist resumed playing –or rather, he resumed murdering the song— and the crowd resumed their celebration, forgetting about them as soon as another couple began kissing. Mikasa pulled him by the shirt, leading him into an emptier street. They stood under the shadow of a tall building, away from the crowd but near enough to still hear the violin, although this time the song didn’t sound quite as bad.

“They didn’t take anything from your backpack, did they?” she said, clutching on the floor to inspect hers.

“Did-did you say yet?” Jean managed to stammer. Mikasa looked up at him, and a smile came to her at his shocked expression. It was just so easy to smile when he was around. “Did you say we’re not married yet?”

“You’re going to get a nosebleed, Kirstein.”

Jean laughed and dropped his backpack next to hers; he clutched, close enough that she smelled his cologne. He inspected the contents of his bag for a brief second and then gave her another look. “Can I kiss you again?”

“Do you want to?” Mikasa said.

“I’ve wanted to for a whole month now. You don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, though, Mikasa. Just tell me to fuck off if I’m being pushy.” He said in an urgent whisper. The raw intent of his words took her breath away; he’d grown into such a good man, he’d become such a good friend. She couldn’t deny him another kiss. No. It wasn’t that she couldn’t deny him a kiss.

She just wanted another kiss. From him. Not anyone else. “You’re not.” Mikasa said, cradling his face with both of her hands. “Your kiss did wonders to cheer up the night.”

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Mikasa waited for the music to begin while tapping her slipper on the cobblestones, ripping another flower petal off the bouget to rob its soft surface. At this point, she’d walk in with nothing but skinny branches in her hands. She fanned herself with the bouquet, thinking should’ve cut her hair beforehand; It was late spring, but the heatwaves were already upon them. Her dress was light enough, but Mikasa guessed the nerves were playing against her.

He liked her hair long, though. And she loved feeling his hands running through it.

“Are they ready yet?” she asked Armin the moment he walked around the corner.

“Historia’s ready,” Armin said, then scratched the back of his head. “Jasper is tuning the instrument.”

“We’re just signing those documents,” Mikasa said, crossing her arms over her chest and leaning her back against the wall. “None of this has to be this grand…he can just play that silly little tune of his and be done with it.”

“Weren’t you the one who got insisted on getting this violinist guy? You went all the way into the inner districts to find him. Something about it being special?” Armin said, arching an eyebrow. Mikasa gave him an icy look, but that didn’t erase the knowing smile on his face. “You’re going to get your dress stained against that wall.”

She straightened and turned around, allowing Armin to shake the dust of the back of it, her eyes set on the birds flying overhead. “Was he nervous?”

“He had to change his suit twice from sweating so much.”

Mikasa lowered her head to snort. “I’m not surprised.”

“Turn around,” Armin asked. Mikasa did as he requested and allowed him to wrap her up in an embrace; she leaned her face against his shoulder and took a deep breath, steadying herself. Her feet had been trembling in anticipation for a good hour. “I’m so happy you get to smile like this.”

“Me too.” She said, coming apart from him, tucking her hair behind her ears. Soft, mellow notes drifted to them from inside the greenhouse Historia had provided for them and Armin gave her an excited smile.

Mikasa sighed in relief; the violinist had assured her he was good when sober and she hadn’t doubted him, and she was glad Connie had kept him from any pubs until the ceremony. She wouldn’t have minded to hear the same stupid tune from their first night together, but the prospect of queen Historia officiating a wedding ceremony with a drunken violinist…Connie aand Reiner would’ve found it hilarious, to be fair.

“Are you ready?” Armin asked, offering her his arm. Mikasa looked at the birds once more before focusing on her childhood friend.

“Yes.” She said, intertwining her arm with his. Armin kissed her cheek and looked away to wipe a stray tear from his cheek against his shoulder, Mikasa guessed. “Thank you, Armin. I love you.”

It was so easy to tell the people she loved that she loved them. He’d done that for her; he had managed to open her constricted heart by just being there with her. He’d saved her from herself in such a kind, gentle way, and it was something she would forever be grateful for. It was one of the many thousand reasons why she’d fallen in love with him.

She felt like a giddy schoolgirl by seeing him at the end of the hallway, hands clasped in front of him, staring at her with tears in his eyes. The feeling grew as her friends turned to look at her, all smiling, even Levi. And while she knew her head ought to have focused on happiness, Mikasa was reminded of all the horrible things they’d seen together as Armin walked her down the aisle. All the people that were missing in that crowd of friends, people they would never see again.

It made her wonder. what was it about her that was so special? What was it about her existence that had given her the right to keep living, make new friends, fall in love with this wonderful, perfect man waiting for her at the altar…why was her heart so full of happiness now. Why couldn’t she share this happiness and her love for Jean with Sasha, Hange, Mina, Marco, Eren?

“Hey,” Jean whispered as Armin let go of her arm. “Are you okay?”

“Huh?”

“What’s the matter?”

Mikasa lowered her head. “Not everyone’s here to celebrate with us.”

“They are here.” Jean said. “They’re all watching over us.”

He took her arm in his gently, not to lead her to the altar, but to hold her steady. He’d noticed her change of expression, a change not even Armin at her side had seen. And, putting his own desires aside -as always when it came to her-, he spoke in the low, caring voice she adored so much. “We don’t have to do this right now, Mika.”

“I want to.”

“Are you sure?” Jean asked. “If you want to call it off—”

“No,” she said, shaking her head. Her hand went up to caress his cheek. “I love you.”

He smiled at her, looking as charming as the princes from little Ymir’s fairytales, awakening that childish giddiness in her heart that had escaped her so quickly at the thought of her fallen comrades. “I love you too, Mika. But I mean it, if you don’t feel—”

She kissed him in the lips for a long couple of seconds, uncaring about the curious gazes from their friends on the seats. “You’re mine, and I’m yours. It’s been like that for a while. It’ll be like that forever,” she whispered in between kisses. “It’s time we make it official.”

Historia cleared her throat from the other side of the altar, and she and Jean turned to look at her serious gaze. A childish giggle echoed across the place, and Mikasa guessed that was little Ymir, delighted to see someone other than herself had gotten in trouble with her mother. “You’re not supposed to have your first wedding kiss yet.”

“Let’s go,” Jean whispered. “She’s gonna bring firing squads back.”

“I heard that.” Historia replied, not without a hint of annoyance. Mikasa giggled, intertwining her arm with Jean.

“Are you sure?” he asked her in a low voice as they finish making their way to the altar.

“I told you before, haven’t I?” she said without looking at him. “Your kissing works wonders.”

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Jean knew he shouldn’t have left for the coastal towns with the welcoming party for the Hizuru commission at this point. But she’d insisted. And she was as stubborn as the will of kings.

Luckily, the little influence he had had gotten him an overnight train ride. And then, he’d found a horse. Few people used horses at the island anymore, but it’d been the quickest way to avoid the traffic of the newly built roads. And since he couldn’t take a horse into the grounds of the royal hospital, Jean had had to run.

He stumbled into the hospital room with sweat running down his forehead, hair sticking to the nape of his neck despite his ponytail, out of breath, but just in time. Armin was at her bedside, his face purple due to the pain of having his hand being squeezed by her.

“You’re here!” Mikasa sighed at the sight of him, then looked at Armin. “Make room for him.”

“I’ll let your mom know you’re here, Jean.” Armin informed him, running out of the room. Something in Jean suspected he was just relieved to have the chance to get some ice for his hand.

He ran to her bedside, brushing hair away from her flushed face. “How much longer?” he asked, his chest aching from seeing her twisting on the bed from the pain.

Mikasa cringed as another contraction came over. “You came just in time.”

He kissed her forehead. “Is it bad?”

“I could say I’ve felt worse,” Mikasa said, closing her eyes as her pain increased. “But I’d be lying.”

“You’re perfect,” he said, kissing her forehead one more time. “I wish I could do this for you.”

“You’d be crying like a baby by now, Kirstein, you and I know that.” She teased, and Jean laughed in relief. If she had energy to give him snarky, serious remarks, she would be fine.

“Ah, this is dad?” a woman he guessed was a physician asked, coming in the room escorted by two young nurses. Mikasa nodded, and the doctor acknowledged Jean with a polite nod. “You made it just in time, sir, she’s all ready to push.”

Jean swallowed hard, exchanging a look with Mikasa, noticing fear in her face for the first time in a long time. “We’ll be fine,” he said. “You can do it.”

“I know I can,” Mikasa said, taking a breath through her mouth. “Just hold my hand through it.”

He took her hand into his and suppressed his squeal of pain when she began pushing, thinking he would look like a complete dumbass if he complained from some hand squeezing when his wife was giving birth right in front of his eyes. Despite her quiet nature, it didn’t take long for her to start screaming as their child came out of her, and Jean could only whisper encouraging, love-filled words to her as she brought forth the life they’d created. The life she’d grown and carried for a whole nine months.

Jean had never thought his love for her could grow larger, but he’d clearly been mistaken, he thought as Mikasa crumbled back onto her chair and tiny little squeals filled the room. The physician and two nurses began cleaning their child, and Jean fell to his knees at the side of her bed. “Are you okay?” he asked, kissing the hand that had almost broken his just a moment ago.

Mikasa nodded, kissing him once on the lips. “And our baby?”

“She’s fine! A perfect, healthy baby girl!” the doctor announced, bringing her over to them wrapped in a yellow-colored blanket. “Want to hold her first, dad?”

“Let mom have the honors,” Jean replied, staring in awe at the tiny human crying in the doctor’s arms. “She just did all the work, didn’t she?”

The doctor placed their baby in Mikasa’s arms, who grabbed one of her tiny hands and kissed it while making shooshing noises. Jean stared, mouth wide open, at the sight of his wife and his child. Two perfect beings living comfortably in a peaceful world; his family, all he’d ever wanted. He swallowed hard, wondering what he’d done to deserve such a beautiful, perfect sight, what he’d done to deserve to be loved back by her.

Jean looked away, wiping the tears spilling down his eyes with the back of his hand as their daughter fell asleep at the sound of Mikasa’s voice. “Hey, dad,” she called gently. “Come see her, don’t cry.”

He leaned forward on the bed, and Mikasa kissed his cheek, using one of her hands to wipe his eyes. “She’s so beautiful. Look, she has your black hair,” he whimpered, running a careful finger across her soft arm. She gave him another smile, the type of smile he’d grown so accustomed to see these past years, a smile that people had doubted it even existed during their years at war. “Mikasa, I love you two so much.”

“I love you too,” she whispered while kissing his neck. “I love you so very fucking much.”

“Hey, language,” he said, kissing her lips and then grabbing their baby’s tiny hand again, speaking with a silly, childish tone of voice he’d heard other fathers use with their newborns. “We’re gonna need to get a swear jar or something. Mom and uncle Levi will fill that one up nicely.”

“Want to give her a kiss?” Mikasa asked.

Jean nodded eagerly, leaning forward to give her a small peck on the top of her tiny forehead; their baby stirred in her sleep, and it didn’t take long for her to begin crying. “It’s okay, Jean. Don’t be scared. Do you want hold her?”

“I’m fucking shaking here, I’ll drop her.”

“Language, Kirstein.” She reminded him, faking that serious expression from her teenage years. “Give her another kiss, come on.”

“She’s going to cry.”

“Just do it?” Mikasa said. “I want to see something.”

Jean sighed and leaned in to place a peck on her daughter’s cheeks, copying Mikasa’s shooshing noises as he neared her. Soon after his lips touched her, their baby quieted down again, closing her eyes as she settled against her mother’s breast. “Hey, how did you know that was going to happen?”

“She’s just like her mom,” Mikasa said, setting her eyes on the baby girl they’d created, the baby girl they would pour their love onto for the rest of their lives. “Your kisses do wonders to cheer up the women in this family. Remember that.”

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Your recent post gave me a craving for a whump fic where Amity DOES stab Hunter, but it's not immediately fatal. Eda finds her kneeling, in shock, next to Hunter, who is unconscious and laying in a large and growing pool of blood. Eda or Amity seals the wound (Owlbert or fire glyph or abomination plug?) but he has lost too much blood and they race against time to the healing coven for a transfusion, ring the doorbell and hide. They spend the night hidden outside, waiting to see if he made it.

I am 100% focused on whumptober, I whisper as I open up another word document, I am not getting distracted by side-fics

“If you really wanna help, then give me that key!”

Hunter lunged forward, his staff catching the string of the key around Amity’s neck and tearing it loose. Amity lunged for the key—Luz neededthat!

Hunter’s weapon pinned her arm, and she reacted instinctively, her magic forming to her fear and creating a sharp weapon on the end of her hand. Amity swung her arm up almost without thinking, and the pressure from Hunter’s staff dropped away as he let out a choked, garbled scream.

Amity froze, her abomination weapon buried right where Hunter’s neck met his jaw. She hastily shoved the key in her pocket, grabbing the front of his cloak as he fell and lowering him to the ground. Her weapon was still stuck, and she forced herself not to remove it, instead kneeling next to him. “Don’t die!” she begged him.

Hunter gurgled in a final kind of way, blood dripping down the surface of Amity’s weapon.

“No, no, no, no—”

Please don’t die!

Xxx

Eda dove down through the tunnels, worry fighting excitement. She hadn’t heard Amity or King in a minute—she knew they could handle themselves, but the golden guard had bested both her and Luz together before.

She swooped out into a wide cavern.

“Eda!” King called. He was stuck, horns first, in a rock, and Eda tugged him out.

“Whoa, you made short… work… of…”

She landed next to Amity, who was staring blankly ahead. The sleeve of her coat was soaked in blood, and it was starting to drip down into a red stain on the sand.

It wasn’t hers.

Amity seemed very determined not to look down at Hunter, her eyes glazed over. Eda couldn’t blame her for disassociating from the situation—she wouldn’t want to have her talons stuck in someone’s face, either. She wasn’t sure if she’d have been able to do it.

“Boots—Hey, Amity.” Eda took her shoulders. “Amity, are you hurt?”

Amity shook her head, tears blooming in the corners of her eyes. “I can’t move,” she whispered, “He’ll bleed out.”

Eda took another look at Amity’s blood-soaked sleeve. Wouldn’t be long before that happened anyway, at this rate.

“Okay,” she said quietly, “Okay, Amity. Just a few more seconds, alright?” She traced a fire glyph on the ground, scooping up the fire in her talons. Thank you, owl-beast. She put her free hand on Amity’s shoulder. “Okay. Let him go in three… two… one!”

Amity pulled her hand away, her abomination goo mixed with blood. Eda quickly put her fire against Hunter’s face, wrinkling her nose as the smell of burning flesh hit her nostrils.

Hunter let out a gurgling scream, his back arching. Eda removed the fire, and he went limp. “Hey—you still alive?” she felt for a pulse. It was there, but weak. Uh-oh. Eda glanced at Amity, who was hugging herself tightly, rocking back and forth. Eda shook her head. Poor kids. Both of them.

She could hear movement in the tunnels—time to bounce. She scooped up Hunter. He needed help—the cauterization wouldn’t hold forever, and he’d already lost too much blood. “Okay, everyone hang on!”

King and Amity grabbed her arms, and she lifted up into the air, flapping out of the cave and into the sky. Hunter shivered violently, heaving in wet coughs frantically. Eda flapped her wings just a little harder, slicing through the air like a knife.

Amity’s grip started to loosen, and she stared ahead, still not looking at Hunter. Eda glanced down at her.

“Hey. Boots. It’s okay—you didn’t mean to hurt him this bad.”

“He attacked you,” King reminded her.

“I didn’t have to make the weapon so sharp,” Amity said in a daze, “I could have used a hammer, or something blunt.”

“You were in the middle of a fight. Things happen. Don’t beat yourself up over it.” Eda swooped in for a landing when she saw glimmering lights. “There’ll be a healing coven center some—there!” She gently settled Hunter down on the doorstep of the hospital, then gestured for Amity and King to hide. She knocked twice on the door, then dove into the bushes, joining the kids.

The door opened, and Eda heard a gasp from the healer, and shouts for a blood test.

“Okay. Time to go.”

Amity grabbed her arm. “We can’t leave him!”

“There’s nothing else we can do.”

“Please, I… I need to make sure he survives.”

Eda took her arms. “And what if he doesn’t?” she said quietly. Maybe not the best thing to say right now, but she couldn’t sugarcoat it—he might not live the night, no matter how hard the healing coven tried. She knew from experience that they couldn’t fix everything.

“Then I need to know.”

Eda settled down next to her. “Okay. Fine. We’ll stick around.”

Amity twisted her blood-stained hands. “…Eda? Do you… really think it’s okay?”

Eda heaved a sigh. Oh, boy. Parenting. “You were in a fight,” she repeated, “Everything happens fast, you have to make split-second decisions. You’ve never really been in a real witches’ duel before, the one with Luz didn’t count. And he’s trained in combat. Who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t acted?” Eda gently tugged the gloves off of Amity’s hands, and removed her coat, tossing the bloodstained clothing articles out of her sight. It felt warm enough here that it wouldn’t be a problem to get rid of the extra layers. “I don’t think you reacted wrongly. There might have been another way out of the situation, but that doesn’t make the way you took any worse.”

Eda drew an invisibility glyph, holding her breath and flapping up to the windows. There was Hunter—healing coven members were all gathered around him, checking his heart rate. His arm was plastered with patches—Eda could recognize painkillers and sedation in there, as well as a stimulant patch—probably to keep his heart beating. Whoof. He was going to be completely out of it when he woke up.

If he woke up.

Quit that, she scolded herself. She couldn’t think like that, for Amity’s sake. Eda dove back down, as she took a breath and the spell ended. Amity shifted from foot to foot. “Is he gonna be okay?”

“Okay, okay, hold your breath.” Eda scooped Amity up, holding her own breath with the invisibility spell and flapping back up to the window.

The healing coven had added a few more patches—more painkillers, another stimulant, and now a bag full of red blood dripped into his arm. Amity made a little noise, and Eda ducked back down. “You can’t take a breath, the spell fades,” she hissed. Amity nodded, taking in another breath as Eda pulled back up with another spell.

Even more painkillers. At this point, Eda sincerely doubted that Hunter would be able to form a coherent thought. Or move. But then he did, his fingers twitching. He coughed, his eyes opening just ever-so-slightly. His glazed-from-pain-meds eyes slid around the room, landing on the window—and looking directly at them. Amity gasped, and Eda dove back down. “I’m not bringing you up there if you keep stopping the invisibility spells,” she scolded.

“Sorry.”

Eda set her down. “You stay here, and I’ll report back down, okay?”

She swooped back up to the window. The coven members had put a couple more sedation patches on Hunter’s arm, and he was passed out again, the rise and fall of his chest still uneven.

Eda landed next to Amity and King. “They’ve got him pretty hopped up on sedation and painkillers.”

Amity bit her lip. “Is that good? Is that bad?”

“Good,” Eda replied. Maybe if she said it confidently enough, Amity would believe her and stop worrying.

And it worked. At least a little. There was a tiny little relaxation of her shoulders. Eda nudged her. “You should get some sleep. You’ve had a long day. I’ll wake you up if anything happens.”

Amity shook her head. “How can I—actually, that doesn’t… sound like a bad idea.”

Amity sat down with a sigh. “Eda. Be honest. Do you… do you really think he’s going to be okay?”

Eda hissed out through her teeth. “I… I don’t know. It was a nasty wound—but he’s one tough customer. If anyone can get through it, it’ll be him.”

Amity ran a hand through her hair. “He was so desperate. So scared to fail.”

Eda extended one wing around her. “And if he’d succeeded, you’dbe the one in the hospital bed. Amity. I know it’s hard to have this kind of… burden, I suppose. It’s good that it’s hard for you to hurt someone else—it means you’ve grown as a person since when you first met Luz. But you can’t think too hard about it, okay?”

Amity didn’t respond. She’d fallen asleep, her chest rising and falling steadily, snuggled in Eda’s wing. “Ohp—okay. This is a thing that’s happening.”

Eda gently slid her wing out from around Amity, settling the witchling on the ground. She flapped back up to the window. The coven members had all disappeared, leaving Hunter alone. His breathing had evened out, his chest rising and falling evenly. Even with the multitude of patches plastered on his arm, his face was still twisted up in pain, and blood stained through the bandages wrapped around his face. His face very nearly matched the color of the bandages—pale as paper, the dark circles under his eyes standing out like bruises against his skin.

After watching for a while to make sure the healing coven wasn’t coming back, Eda gingerly slid the window open, slipping into the room. Hunter shivered at the sudden draft from the window, but didn’t wake up. Eda supposed that the four sedation patches on the belly of his forearm saw to that. She shook her head. “You really got yourself into a mess, huh, kid?”

Eda heard a chirp, and Hunter’s cloak rustled. The cardinal palisman wriggled out, warbling softly and sadly, gently pecking the uninjured side of Hunter’s face. Eda scooped up the little bird.

“I wouldn’t do that. He needs his rest.” Eda patted the bird’s head. “You picked a heck of a witch to bond to, huh? No powers, self-destructive—”

The palisman pecked her fingers indignantly and fluttered back down to Hunter’s chest, chirping softly at him. To Eda’s surprise, Hunter’s face relaxed just ever-so slightly. She glanced out the window—the sun was starting to rise. She gave the palisman another pat on the head.

“You got it from here?”

It chirped an affirmation, and Eda started out the window.

“Hngh…”

Eda whirled back around. Hunter’s eyes were open just a slit, giving her a dazed, unfocused look. She moved back and knelt down next to him. “Hey. You gave us a scare.”

“Mrgh.” He winced, his fingers twitching like he was trying to touch his face.

“No way. You need to hold still. Look. Kid. Amity’s really sorry she stabbed you. She was freaking out about it. Wouldn’t let us leave until she was sure you’d be okay. We weren’t going to just leave you for dead—but Belos would have. Listen to me—you drove yourself crazy over that blood and ended up getting really hurt trying to continue a fight you weren’t going to win. Belos isn’t worth that. And if you keep trying to please him, you’re just going to isolate yourself and get yourself hurt worse. This time, we were able to get you help. Next time, you might not be so lucky, or you might fight someone who won’t be as nice as Amity.” Eda sighed. “You probably won’t even remember this—you’re out of your mind on painkillers. But hey. Take care of yourself. And… maybe start considering that if this is what he drives you to, then Belos might not be the kind of guy you want to follow.”

“Hrgh—”

Eda looked around and found a stack of pain patches. She applied it over one of the used-up ones, and Hunter’s eyes slowly closed. She went back to the window. “Take care of yourself, kid.”

Eda jumped back down to where Amity was waiting, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes. “He’s going to be okay.

Amity grabbed her arm. “He is?”

Eda nodded. “He’s in rough shape, but he’ll make it.”

Amity’s legs wobbled, and she slumped against Eda. “He’ll be okay,” she said dazedly, “I didn’t kill him.”

Eda scooped her up, tucking a still-sleeping King under her arm. “C’mon. Let’s go home.” She cast one last look at the hospital as they flew away.

Good luck, kid.

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Secrets ~ 6

Warnings: noncon sexual acts later in series; light touching.

This is dark!Bucky and dark!Steve and explicit. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

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Tomorrow will be a 12 hour day for me. Working on Xmas but oh well. I got this done on my one day off and I hope I survive the next week coming up!

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Your time at Regia passed quickly and slowly all at once. You were woken most days abruptly by Barnes pounding on your door or standing over you with his smug half-grin. Then you dressed in clothes you reviled and ate a breakfast you couldn’t enjoy for all the expectation of your intake. You were allowed some recreation though that was often reading bland historical texts or walks in the garden with your keeper.

Your least favourite part of each day were your dance lessons. You had to relearn how to walk, talk, look, and eat, but you had never had much rhythm. Besides, being so close to Barnes with him commenting on your every misstep was hardly fun. He delighted in every mistake you made, eager to reproach you for each, and was easily amused by Priscilla’s stick smacking across your legs, back, and ass.

You counted eleven days as you began to truly fledge. You were tired, annoyed, and to be honest, hungry. That day, you beat Barnes’ early disturbance. You sat, in a coral blouse and a pleated grey skirted, with the lowest pair of heels in the closet. He greeted you almost with approval and that made your want to tear the blouse and shred it.

You didn’t. You followed him downstairs to your usual miserable meal. When you finished, he escorted you back up the wide staircase to the hall of mirrors. You hated the room. It gave you an all to inclusive view of your ridiculous attire. You didn’t look like you. Sure, you were one for a scholarly look but this wasn’t really that. This was a pompous, over-stylised look which would go well only with a silver spoon on your tongue.

A man waited in the hall of mirrors, a woman too. The man was slender and tall and his long fingers were twined together as he waited emotionlessly. He bowed as you entered and recited a dull ‘your highness’. The woman was squat and stuffed into a patterned wrap dress spotted with bright reds, pinks, and oranges. She was more jovial as her voice chimed with the same recitation.

“Lester, Deanna,” Barnes announced, “My apologies for the delay. I trust you are ready.”

“Darling, your highness,” The stout woman swayed over to you, “Come with me.”

“Huh,” you looked at Barnes and he smiled as he gestured you forward.

“Just go,” he ordered, “She doesn’t look like much but she’s not one for defiance.”

You sighed and let the woman usher you over to the attached room. The racks of dresses were gone but long garment bangs had been hung from a hook along the opposite wall. The door snapped shut behind you and Deanna flitted around you, like an elephant in heels, and turned you to face her.

“Oh, love, you are gorg,” she chimed in a peculiar accent, “I think however Lord Barnes was a bit off on your measurements,” she grasped your waist, “Lovely, lovely.”

“I hate to be a bitch but what the hell is going on?” You asked.

She blinked and laughed. She drew away and pushed her dark curls back as they burst forth from the jeweled pin behind her head. “Oh dear, you are fiery. The king will… like that. I think.”

She didn’t sound convincing as she spun away and marched over to the hook and took down the first bag. She unzipped it as she neared and turned it to reveal the contents. A white lacy dress with thin straps and a scalloped hem around the neckline. The bodice was fitted and the skirt flared out into a princess silhouette. You knitted your brow as you stared at it.

“Your wedding dress,” she sang. “Oh, it will surely look splendid on you, darling. Your highness.”

She stripped the bag away and was careful not to let the skirts touch the floor as she held it aloft and folded the swaths of fabric over her arm. She held it out to her as she beamed at you.

“So… I don’t get to choose?” You wondered. You didn’t care very much but you hated that all your decisions were made for you.

“Oh, but this was refashioned from the former queen’s dress. It is a tradition in Astrania. In fact some of this would date back centuries!” She explained, “Of course we do update the style.”

You chewed on your lip and shrugged. “Let’s just get this over with,” you muttered.

You felt defeated as you couldn’t help but fixate on the white gown. It was like you were wrapping yourself in a flag of surrender. You’d wave your skirts and let yourself be taken. You undressed and stepped into the dress as she opened it for you. She pulled the straps over your arms and zipped it up.

“Rather, it fits you well,” she came around as she pinched at the fabric and smoothed out the seams. She wasn’t wrong, though it felt rather constricting. “Well, come on. Lester needs to do his figures. He’s always the better eye for this. I just sew.”

She took your hand as you lifted your skirts with your other. You let her guide you back out to the hall of mirrors and you avoided looking around you. You couldn’t look at Barnes either as you sensed him watching you. You blurred your vision as you lifted your head and the tall man, Lester, walked around you. He began to pin little pieces in place and Deanna pulled out a small notepad as she began to jot with a stubbed pencil.

“Hmm,” Barnes appeared before you and your vision cleared, “Not bad…” He brushed the lace with his fingers and traced the curve of your waist with his hands, “However…” He lingered just below your chest, “You can’t show the entire kingdom your bra. You would do better to leave that behind on the day.”

“We can add some structure,” Lester offered evenly. “But our adjustments will be minor.”

Barnes reached over and tugged the skirts from your hand and fluffed them out around you. He rounded you and gripped your shoulders. You saw yourself in the mirrored wall and tried not to show your surprise. It wasn’t awful but you still didn’t like it.

“We have three days left. You have the other dress?” He asked.

“We have options,” Deanna said, “We were uncertain if the king would prefer red or blue.”

“Let me see,” Barnes sidestepped her and went to the attached room.

Deanna glanced at you and waved you after him as she approached and gathered your skirts. She followed after you and your vigilant chaperone. She released the vast skirts and went to Barnes as he neared the hanging garment bags. She unzipped both and he tilted his head and tutted.

“Red,” he said, “I believe the king will be in blue.”

“Very well,” Deanna pulled the dress from the bag. “Now dear, let’s get you changed.”

Barnes turned back and neared you. He faced you and reached around you. He pushed the zipper down slowly and leaned in until his breath tickled your nose. “Three days.” He reminded you. He drew away and left you as the bodice fell slack. He closed the door behind him as Deanna replaced him.

“Darling, I think red will look marvelous on you. And the king in blue! He has the most amazing eyes. Oh, if I was younger… maybe, skinnier,” she giggled, “Well, should I even tell you? You’ve seen him. Ugh, handsome bugger, he is.”

“Mhmm,” you grumbled as you wiggled out of the gown, “What a tragedy it’d be if his outside was ugly too.”

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That night was as restless as any. You laid in bed for a time, tossing and turning. You tried to forget about the blinding white dress and the abhorrent red number that came after. And how time seemed to pass regardless of your fears or your desires. You felt helpless. You used to be in control of everything and now, you couldn’t control even yourself.

You sat up in a slat of moonlight. You weren’t going to sleep. Your frustration mounted the longer you squeezed your eyes shut and clawed and clutched for rest. You grunted and stood as the duvet fell away from your legs. The short silk nightie sent a chill up your spin as it fluttered around your thighs.

You crossed your arms and went to the window. The lawns were peaceful despite the anxiety within the palace. You turned away as the lush green rippling in the silver shadows only heightened your uneasiness. You took the blush coloured robe from the chair sat before the vanity and swathed yourself in it as you neared the door.

It was, to your surprise, unlocked. As strict a warden as Barnes was, you just assumed he would have locked you in. You let out a breath and stepped out into the hallway. The portraits of your predecessors, dead and dusty, watched you pass as you tiptoed along. The windows cast shapes around you as you went along and at times, you were certain you heard whispers.

You descended to the lower first floor and ventured down a wing never explored before. Your eyes were attune to the darkness but still played tricks as you crept along. You heard the distant, muffled, and quite possibly, imagined ripple of water. You smelled a pool, the sharp scent of chlorine. Your senses brought you to a door at the end of the corridor.

Frosted glass framed in heavy metal. You pressed against the slotted handle and the clasp slowly lifted. You inched inside as you peeked around the door. Broad shoulders, bare and thick with muscle, beneath a head of dark hair. You were shocked by the scars along Barnes’ left shoulder and the arm no longer in place below. You’d never even noticed the prosthetic now laid out with his clothes on a bench near the wall.

He shoved himself into the pool and the water swelled around him. You placed your feet carefully as you eased the door shut and neared the bench where his suit was folded neatly with his shoes, socks, belt, and tie. You bent closer as you admired the hand at the end of the prosthetic; you touched it curiously. It felt lifelike even as it sat limp.

“Convincing?” Bucky’s voice frightened you as you heard the water move around his body. You turned to face him as he brought his right arm over the edge of the pool. “Don’t worry. You can toss it around. I won’t feel a thing.”

You were speechless; embarrassed. You hadn’t meant to intrude upon him but your fatigue mixed with your confusion had goaded you on.

“Sorry, I… I couldn’t sleep.” You hugged yourself and swept back to the door. “I wasn’t meaning-- I shouldn’t have--”

“Just an arm.” He said as he pushed himself up and turned to display what was left of his arm, a scarred stub just below his shoulder. “Good thing I was born with two.”

“Barnes…” You backed up until you were against the door. “I should go.”

“Alright,” he pushed himself back and floated with his single arm outstretched. “I always found swimming helped… with sleep.” He said lazily. “Calming.”

You didn’t move. You only watched as he floated along in only his briefs. He was entirely unbothered by your presence as he hummed and reached out to stop himself at the other end of the pool.

“Well, are you enjoying the show or you going to join?” He asked.

You watched him warily. “You’re not mad?”

“Maybe slightly irritated,” he shrugged, “You hovering is ruining the mood.”

You stared at him and slowly pushed yourself away from the door. You took small steps forward and lowered yourself along the rim of the pool. You held in a squeak as you hung your legs into the cool water.

“So, were you just not going to tell me there was a pool?” You chided.

“You didn’t ask,” he said as he waded casually through the water. “To be fair, you didn’t seem much interested in this place though as I’ve gathered, you are disinterested in most things.”

You frowned and rolled your eyes. You peered over at the wall and pondered leaving him as you found him. You were surprised by a wet hand on your knee.

“If I can get to you so easy, Steve’s gonna drive you mad,” Barnes said. “So if you’re going to be so easily perturbed, you better work on hiding it better.”

“Whatever,” you huffed.

“Whatever,” he mocked as his hand slid under the water and he gripped your ankle. “Loosen up.”

He kicked himself away from the wall and pulled you down into the pool. You plunged with a yelp and threw your arms up in panic. Your nose and mouth filled with water and he let you go. You bobbed back to the surface and spat as your silken night clothes clouded around you.

“What the fuck, Barnes?” You sputtered.

“I’ll admit,” he said through chuckles, “I had a drink or two.” He winked as he moved around you. “Well, Duchess, you do play the role much better than you think.”

“Ugh,” you turned away and reached for the wall of the pool, “You are the worst.”

“Wait,” he pressed against you and caught you around your waist, “Wait, wait.” He drew you back with him. “Come on. Relax.” He dragged you further into the water, “Look, you’ve only got a few days left and even if you hate to listen to me, you should. Once you’re at court, this won’t happen. Ever.”

“What do you care? You haven’t so far.” You struggled with him and dipped below the water again. You twisted and turned and came up facing him as he clung to you.

“Duchess,” he warned, “Don’t be a brat.”

“A brat?” You blinked. “Let go of me, Barnes.”

He grinned and held you to him as he moved backwards across the pool. You felt something between you. It moved against your pelvis and as he spun you and pinned you against the tile, you realised what it was.

“Are you serious right now?” You snarled. “What about your king, huh?”

He chuckled and his hand slid down your back. He squeezed your ass as he kept you against the side of the pool. He was so close you could feel his breath and smell the remnants of his sweat and cologne.

“I’m supposed to show you how to be a good wife,” his finger tickled under your thigh, “In all areas.”

“I doubt he had this in mind,” you pushed against him but he was too strong. He slid between your legs as his hand stretched along the crease of your thigh. “I mean it, Barnes--”

Your voice gurgled as he reached below your nightie and stroked the front of your thin panties. The water splashed as you slapped his chest and growled.

“James!” You cried out. “Stop!”

He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head. He twirled his fingers and you gritted your teeth against the tingle it sent through you. You stared into his eyes, fighting against the urge to let him go on. You shook your head slowly and pressed your hands to his shoulders. He let you push him away as his hand trailed over your leg.

“Oh, you just wait, Duchess,” he purred as he combed back his damp hair, “The king isn’t so willing to take orders.”