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blinder-secrets · 3 years

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Lion Tamer - part 10

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warnings: nsfw, language, canon violence + blood

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If Arthur was anyone else, anyone else in the bloody world, he’d have thought he was dead. But he wasn’t, he knew that, because men like him didn’t go to heaven, and women like her would never be in hell. Cause there she was, lying at his side, all golden, like the sun shone out of her fucking chest, as close to an angel as he’d ever be, and so he mustn’t have died yet. He was alive, more than ever, while she was next to him. He’d done some good then, somewhere along the way. Something had led him to this waking paradise. Banked his deeds in exchange for the wealth.

‘Mornin, love,’ he drawled, stretching up to push life back into his limbs. He moved like an old man now, sometimes, just in the mornings. Cracked like splintered doorframes.

She peeled her eyes open to look at him, smiling once they’d focused. He’d never touch whiskey again, he thought, not while he had that in front of him. She put more fire in his heart with half the effort, none of the cost. ‘It’s the afternoon,’ she whispered, ‘we slept all morning.’

And thank fuck we did. His fingers went to her hair without planning to. ‘Good,’ he said. Bloody good, enough mornings, enough work. Time didn’t exist in that room, not to them. They needed the laziness, deserved the peace, they’d spent years waiting for it. ‘Bout time we had some fuckin’ rest.’

He swore too much. Maybe that’s what she thought, why she was staring. He tried not to fidget under her gaze because, well, really, deep down, he knew she’d never think anything malicious, he hoped, not about him. He was just worrying ideas into her head, yeah, putting reason to the gaze that she slung across his shoulders, his chest. She still was shining and it wasn’t just the window behind her, wasn’t the cream silk of her slip. The one that had melted through his fingers like ice, like water, brushed his nose when he went down her body. If he tried hard enough, he could find the taste of her on his tongue still.

Say something, then, Arthur, fill the quiet. ‘Feels like heaven,’ he confessed, thinking of her, thinking of the night before, thinking of everything at fucking once.

Then they’d talked, and talked, and she’d put their schedule together. Decided what they should do, which was good because he hadn’t considered it at all. Had thought they would just stay in bed, go somewhere to eat, then be back in the hotel again. Making a home in the over-priced room he’d booked. Then he could finally have her, properly, see her take him in, beg for him, ask for more. He’d wanted that forever, really, thought about it enough times that it almost felt like they had already. Like he had fucked her before and they’d just never spoken about it. But that was all in his head, all just a fantasy, and now it was real, an actual possibility, he was living it. He’d pinch himself but the heat of her lay against him was enough.

She kissed him and his chest tightened, the blood ran from his head straight into his underwear; how she hadn’t felt him, he didn’t know. He forced a gulp and put his palm to the dip above her arse. I want to listen, he thought, I want so badly to pay attention, to be gentle for you. He tilted his head to breathe in the scent of her neck, because that’s where it was strongest, that’s where she smelt most like herself. And his lips went to her skin like she had a fucking magnet beneath.

‘Don’t know how long I can be a gentleman for,’ he told her. It was the least he could do. He was an animal, right, a bloody chauvinist pig like the rest of them, but he wanted her, wanted her so bad, the least he could do was confess it. Honest. He was always honest with her and he was trying, he was. He’d been as good as he could.

She said something back, but all he took from her words was a ‘yes’, a please, so he put his teeth to the edge of her ear, and her breath hitched so sweetly that he thought he might cum on the spot. It was now then, fuck, it was happening at last.

But the fucking phone rang and he knew in an instant who it would be. Who in the world had the bloody seventh sense to always be there at the exact, wrong, moment, to always kick his shins right before the winning penalty. ‘Fuck’s sake,’ he swore. ‘I should take this.’ If he didn’t, he’d just ring again, and again, and he would never be able to enjoy himself, or her. The ringing wouldn’t stop and it wouldn’t help his rhythm, wouldn’t let him find ecstasy, as he knew he would, in her beautiful, sweet, wet—

‘Yeah,’ he said into the receiver, sharper than he intended.

‘Arthur?’ Tommy clarified, as if he could sound like anyone but himself.

‘Yeah.’

‘I need you to do something for me, brother.’

‘Alright,’ he said, agreeing because it was inevitable, it saved time. ‘When?’

She stood from the bed, shutting herself into the bathroom instead of lingering to listen. He looked at the woodgrain while Tommy explained.

‘Alfie Solomons,’ he started, sighing between the words, ‘has asked to hold a meeting, a dinner, of sorts. Tonight. He wants to meet you.’

‘Me?’

He hummed a confirmation; he was probably setting a cigarette into his mouth.

Arthur scoffed, shaking his head a fraction. ‘He’s fucking mad, Tom.’ He’d seen the man only from afar, but heard enough from the boys they had working with him to know that he wasn’t normal, wasn’t right in the head.

‘We’re all mad, Arthur. It’s just how he does business.’

‘Yeah, well, it’s not how we do business,’ he grumbled. They were a collective, a trio. He never went into meetings on his own, never without the support, without at least one brother on his flanks.

‘Go with Billy, alright, our man from the bakery. He’ll meet you outside at six.’

‘Billy? Bloody Billy?’

‘I’d go meself, but there’s something I have to do.’ He exhaled. The smoke may as well have poured through the phone and into Arthur’s ear. ‘Just a couple hours, Arthur, then you can get back to your holiday.’

He was seeing a woman too, of course, it wasn’t something, but someone. He thought they didn’t know he was slipping away, to her house in the country. Dossing about with the maids and the toffs like he was one of them. He put a fuck over his brother, threw the bad jobs to the foot soldiers so he could play between her tits.

‘You should be there,’ Arthur said, tutting. ‘Makes no sense, it being just me.’

He sighed. ‘You wanted more control, brother. Now’s your chance.’

Prove yourself, he meant, prove your worth. Pull your weight. ‘I know,’ he agreed. He had asked for more opportunities with the expansion, but he would never have asked to be dealing with Solomons alone. He rubbed at his brows like he could work will-power into the skin. ‘Right,’ he said, ‘I’ll handle it.’ Because he could. He would.

Tommy coughed into his end, chipping the noise against the side of Arthur’s head. ‘He’s one for theatre,’ he said dryly. ‘Probably just wants to make an impression, alright, and have you running back to me with the gossip. That’s all. Just a fucking show, for sport.’

‘Yeah,’ Arthur laughed, ‘well, you better be fuckin’ right, Tommy. Sending me in blind.’

She was back from the bathroom, bumping against the mattress as she waited. He looked at her once and then pulled away again because she looked like snow, for one dizzying moment, she looked like fucking snow. Not literally, but in feeling. One glance at her had the same effect as a line, as a fresh-filled bottled in his palm; his brain fuzzed in anticipation, excited before he’d even done anything, before he’d even rubbed it on his bloody gums.

‘And don’t fucking fight anyone, eh?’ Tommy nagged in his ear. ‘Keep it civil.’

‘Yeah, alright.’ He was nodding, rattling words out to get it over with, to end the call. ‘Best behaviour,’ he agreed. Then the line cut and he put it back on the stand so he could focus on her again, so he could get the reassurances out of the way, and make her gasp in his ear like she had before. If he didn’t hear that again, his head might blow off, he thought, his teeth might chew themselves to gravel.

‘Fuckin’ showgirl, you are,’ he told her, once she was on his lap and around him like wildfire.

It was a novelty still, thinking things about her and then getting to just say them, to bark them carelessly, knowing it wouldn’t cross any line because the line had gone. Gone up in the smoke, away from them at last. He’s always thought she was a blinder of a woman; he’s always looked at her and felt curses pool in his skull, hot-phrases of compliments dying to go out and all over her. Now he said them freely, now she said intoxicating things in return.

‘Will you have me then?’ she asked and he felt like he’d put his head through the fucking mirror.

Like she didn’t know the answer already, like he wasn’t hard against the back of her thigh. Panting, yanking on the bit, he felt like he did when he lost his calm, but this time it was welcome. This time, she was the stoke beneath the flames. Her hand was in his hair, running through it and back again, rough enough to send goosebumps down his spine. He dragged her over him before he went mad with need.

‘You want it?’ he asked, not bothering to sound polite. He was done with being polite. She melted between his hands, went limp and let him do as he pleased. Let him grind her over, and over, and over on his cock, and there it was, that noise again. That chirp in his ear, the sound of her composure splitting, snapping in a soft ping like thin glass. Like fucking crystal vases. ‘Yeah? You like that?’

He wasn’t a genius, but it didn’t take one to know the answer was yes. Yes, yes, fucking yes.

She liked it, and she kept on liking it until he felt like he was the king of the free world, and she was the country. She was the gold beneath the dirt, the water in the rivers, the stars, the fucking stars, that were spinning behind his eyelids as he lay over her, as he panted into her collarbone. Spent. He was bloody spent. He wouldn’t be able to fuck again, he thought, not after that. Not after what she’d taken from him. He pulled his hips back and they both shook slightly, both worn out and delirious, sensitive like they were having withdrawals.

‘I think,’ she said, taking a breath big enough to lift him, ‘that you have something to say to me.’

‘Eh?’ His brows pinched. He was still a ghost behind the pleasure, sunken in euphoria, slowly coming back to reality. ‘What?’

‘You said—‘

‘Oh, right.’ He knew now; it had shot out of him like a fucking bullet before, in his head one minute, into her chest the next. ‘That.’

‘Yes, that, Arthur.’ She was smiling. Her cheeks were still hot, her mouth still swollen from all the kissing. He’d never kissed a woman as often, and as hungrily, as he kissed her.

‘I do love you,’ he said. ‘A lot. Like, a fucking lot.’ He laughed with it but only because it seemed stupid, silly, to feel the way he did about her, and so strongly, and so freely already. But it wasn’t that new, not really. It wasn’t a feeling that either of them hadn’t felt before. It was as overdue as what they’d just done. Just as sweet, even with the delay.

She put a palm to his face and he wondered for a moment if she cared that it was damp, that he was sweating like he’d run a marathon.

‘I love you too,’ she said lightly.

And he said, ‘say it again,’ because no one had ever told him that and meant it. But she looked like she meant it, he knew that she meant it. ‘Say it again,’ he insisted.

‘I love you.’

‘Again.’

‘I love you.’

He kissed her, lips to her jaw, her cheek, her temple. ‘Again,’ he said once more, addicted to the sound of it already. He wanted it over and over, until he was drunk on the feeling. Until it was the only noise in his head.

Later, outside the gallery, Arthur waited until the cab had taken her round the corner, and out of his sight entirely. She was safe, and she would stay safe at the hotel. He could do his job in absolute certainty that nothing would happen to her. Not that it would, anyway. She was too smart for that, too tuned in to her surroundings. Always seeing the smoke before he’d even smelt it. That was enough of a comfort to be able to portion her off, just for a bit, tuck her away in his head so he could think clearly. So he could focus. So he could be Arthur-fucking-Shelby, the one man military, the self-contained arms of the Blinders.

He hailed another cab for himself and gave the driver the address, or the almost address, to Solomans’ bakery. He wouldn’t drive right up to the door, sitting like ducks in a tin can, he’d be dropped on the street once over from it. Find Billy and walk in like he owned place.

He could do with some snow, he thought. Just to smooth the cogs, polish the senses. If Billy had any on him —and if he had any mind, he would— he’d take some of that. One boost of the powder couldn’t hurt. They put it in the horses to get them out of the gate and, well, this was one hell of a bloody gate. If Tommy was right, he had nothing to worry about, if he was wrong, he would need all the cocaine he could get his hands on. Tommy had intuition where he had blind rage but, for once, he wasn’t ready for a fight. He wanted it to be easy. Wanted to be back in the hotel like he was a man on holiday, like he’d stepped out for a paper and now he was back again. Ready to make peace with the soft between her thighs.

Billy was where he was supposed to be, ginger and lumbering, towering above Arthur’s head. He looked nervous; whether it was for the meeting, or for himself, he didn’t know. Didn’t bother to find out. If he was worried about working with Arthur, he should’ve never come in the first place.

‘You got snow, lad?’ Arthur asked, before saying hello or anything else.

‘Snow, Mr. Shelby?’

‘Cocaine.’ He fidgeted with his coat, straightened his tie, waited for his partner to find some fucking common sense. ‘Do I look like a copper, Billy?’

He shook his head. ‘No, sir.’

They didn’t have time for pratting about, he needed the fix, the spark, the ignition. ‘Then stop playing fuckin’ dumb,’ he said, ‘and give me the bloody stuff.’

The bottle was pulled out of a pocket and put into Arthur’s waiting hand without further hesitation. Right, then, they were off. The evening was well on its way. Turning on heel, the pair walked the remaining distance, only stopping when faced with the large double doors to the most elaborate booze-front in London.

They were greeted by a lad taller, but younger, than Billy, who led them through the barrels without saying a word. Arthur tipped a pile of snow onto the edge of his fist as they went and then brought it up, sniffed it in, shot it right into his fucking brain. Felt the zing, the relief. The flash of white behind his eyeballs. He had missed it, he had. He wished he didn’t, but he did and, God, it ran round his skull like a hare on the dog track. He was the winner, now, he’d take the prize. The curly-haired jewish boy looked at him, watched him wipe the excess from under his nose, but said nothing. Good, good, not for him to judge. He knew that well enough. Anyone who worked for the type of people he worked for, just like the Shelbys, knew not to say a damn thing about anything. You had to be trained well to survive in the underworld.

‘Gentleman! Welcome, welcome!’

There he was, the man he’d come to meet, the eccentric that had asked for him specifically. Alfie boomed into the room, arms wide, like he was a friend and they were much awaited. ‘Mr. Solomon,’ Arthur acknowledged, dipping his chin as the group came to a stop.

‘You must be Arthur.’

‘That is right.’ Alfie took his hands into the both of his; they were cold by comparison. Arthur was running hot already, full with the fire, burnt from the snow. ‘Pleasure to meet you, sir,’ he said, though the baker was still trilling his name over and over. Like Arthur was the fucking royal guest, and maybe he was. Maybe his presence in the club scene hadn’t gone unnoticed. His name preceded him at last, his work put notches in their fucking bedposts.

Alfie pulled forward, tucking their joint hands into his chest. Preening like an eager mother-in-law. ‘I’ve heard so much about you,’ he said, in that unusual voice of his.

It was a warm welcome, in truth, a polite one, and to his luck, to his bloody luck, Arthur was very good at being polite. Fucking wonderful, in fact. He’d already asked Billy what to say in the hallway before. The word bounced around in his head, rattling in excitement. It was ready to come free, to impress, he just had to say it.

‘Shalom,’ he told him, leaning forward too, rounding the syllables, plopping it from his mouth into the small gap between them. ‘Let me just say…’

Alfie looked to his partner, wide-eyed, in surprise, he thought, but the good surprise. Probably impressed, really. Probably didn’t think a Shelby would have the fucking good manners to say it.

He shook their hands and said again, ‘Shalom.’

It was a strange gathering. Just a handful of them, sitting round a table that was really just four smaller ones, pushed together in a line, under low-hanging lights. He hadn’t seen a crumb of food, but they had rum by the barrel and that was enough. That filled his stomach plenty.

He hadn’t been listening much, not really, just repeating the odd word and agreeing like a good little boy. Like a nice humble gangster. He laughed to himself between sips. If she saw him now, what would she say? What would she think? Bet you never expected this love, grace like a fucking politician. A diplomat. He sat, pleased with himself, and watched it all happen, followed Solomon’s strange, choreographed show behind the cocaine-curtains in his head.

He didn’t come through the noise until they walked a bloody goat into the room.

It was white like snow, like clouds in the blue, like the sheets of their hotel bed, with her hand all knotted up in them. He blinked once to put his thoughts straight. Looked at Alfie like he had been paying attention, very close attention to the droning. Pretended his head wasn’t thumping, fizzing, wasted. ‘You’ve named it?’ he asked, catching only the last half of the sentence.

‘We fucking did, yeah.’

He looked to Billy. Billyboy, Billy with his hair like fire. Billy who was still fucking bricking it. ‘They named the fucking goat,’ he lowed. Pay attention, son, act like you care. This was important to them, to Solomons, this was the chain between the anchor and the hull.

Alfie continued, ‘The evil fucking Egyptian pharaoh—‘

‘The fucking enemy,’ Arthur added.

‘That’s right,’ he agreed.

They were singing, going hand in hand, running in sync like clockwork. This is how you do business, Billyboy, this is why Tommy sent him. Arthur, with all his roughness, still had the fucking mouth, the right good brain on him to partake, to converse intellectually, like. To sit amongst kings as an equal. He had Alfie with him now, on his shoulder. Parroted words off each other like chums, like longtime friends. Relations, you see, Billy, they’re a craft. An art. He had sculpted this exactly as he should have. Sit there and watch.

‘You know what we called it?’ Alfie asked, eyebrows lifting.

Arthur leant back, puffed his chest, sang like the crow at dawn. ‘Yeah, what did ya call him?’

‘Tommy Shelby.’

It happened at once. So quick, Arthur was acting on instinct and nothing else. He burst forward and the bullet came across the table, shot out from Alfie’s hip, right into Billy’s chin, the soft underneath, the money shot, the dead fucking ringer, and rope went around Arthur’s neck; held him back, pulled him tight. Choking, choked. The spit balled on his lip. He tried to swear, but it cut through as a gasp, a wheeze. He stuttered like a pig in the slaughterhouse, thrashing before they hung him up to bleed. The bastard had been lying, tricking, planning it from the start. It wasn’t business, it was a trap. A fucking trap. He’d walked right into it, sole after bloody sole, led by his hand into the belly of the beast. He went to curse him again but the words broke apart, shredded into a roar.

If he had to go, it wouldn’t be in the basement of a bakery. Not at the hands of men without respect.

He was reaching for Alfie, clawing at him, knees pushing the table and rattling the silverware. They had to use two men to get him back, to drag him to the nearest support pole. They wrangled him, rope cutting, twisting and burning at the base of his throat, until he was rod-straight against it. He couldn’t breathe, he couldn’t fucking breathe. His fingertips were trapped between the threads and his neck, helpless, unable to pull a gap big enough to let air through. He’d felt it before, he didn’t want it again.

Fuck you. Fuck you, Solomons, fuck you, Tommy. Fuck the rope. Fuck the goat spilling blood over the floor. Fuck the lot of it, and then some. He would kick his way through the dirt before they put him down like this.

‘Yeah?’ Alfie taunted, only approaching now Arthur was contained, strung up like meat. He dipped his head. ‘What was that?’

‘Fuck you,’ he snarled back.

Alfie’s knee went into his gut, hard into the tissue, the pool of rum; Arthur would’ve collapsed if he could’ve. The pain was bad enough. He groaned, whined, dripped spit and blood down his chin. His hands went forward, grasping at Alfie’s coat for some relief, some purchase.

‘That’s right, let’s take a load off,’ he said, lifting Arthur by his ears. Up as if he was nothing.

And then the air came back, pouring down his throat like liquor, blood going up and into his head in the same rush of feeling. He could think again, he could, his brain was pounding, pulsing against the skull. It was there. Kicking still. Angry noise replaced with a word, with one image, one light beneath the dark. Her. Her, he would live for her. His feet would touch the fucking ground again and take him back.

‘So,’ Alfie drawled by his ear, talking though he wasn’t listening, didn’t care, ‘the evil, Egyptian scum, was finally cleansed.’ He brought a rag to Arthur’s forehead, stained red, and dabbed it onto the skin between his brows. ‘With the blood of the Passover goat, mate.’

It was put to his mouth, wiped through his lips. He tasted the sourness, the copper, but he still didn’t care. He was thinking of her, clutching to the idea of it. The golden sun on her arms, the lift of her cheeks, the pull of her smile, the sound, the words she said, the soft, oh, the soft. Keep that, Arthur, hold that. One breath forced after the other. They couldn’t hurt you if you weren’t there, not in your head. He put himself into her hold and stayed close to her heart. Heard the drum of it between the chaos.

Alfie was kissing each of his cheeks like it was a greeting, and not a seal of death. Not an X on the line.

‘That’s from Sabini,’ he said and, after that, there was nothing.

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#arthur shelby #arthur shelby x reader #arthur x reader #peaky blinders fanfic #arthur shelby x you #ROIGGHTTTTTTT very different chapter for us lion tamers ! but i hope you enjoy #and dont mind kind of rereading some of the same scenes #also sorry for the language but arthur is a brash baby #ALSO i couldnt find a gif to put in form actual s2 so please pretend? anyway #love u enjoy #tell me ur thoughts as always #this was very fun to write #minus the misery #oh also there was a few people i couldnt tag so plspls let me know if youve changed your url or something!! xx

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sparkerinparadise · 3 years

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rating every jack frost iteration that i can think of off of the top of my head rn bc sleep is a myth

SHIN MEGAMI TENSEI: i have never touched an atlus game but oh my god look at him. he’s just a little guy and it’s his birthday!!! i love his fun hat and how small and round he is, and his :D face with little fangs. apparently he’s also a demon??? that gives you a gun in one of the games?? that’s always a plus!! i don’t like the fact that he’s british though. 10/10 instant improvement to any game

FROSTY’S WINTER WONDERLAND: this movie is very much a product of its time w how it treats crystal and is VERY much trying to capitalize off of the success of the original frosty, but idk i still think it’s kinda cute. but this isn’t rating the movie. this is rating jack frost. here he is a silly little man!! his whole spiel is that he’s jealous that frosty is more popular than him so he wants to murder him. y’know, typical cartoon villain stuff. don’t worry though, he gets defeated by the power of friendship and a Kiss from a Cute Snowlady, and decides he’s going to make winter last forever for frosty and his new wife crystal bc they’re probably the first people to validate him in years. wow. what a guy. also his design’s excellent and his voice sounds exactly what u think it sounds like, it’s great. 10/10 i want to see him and smt jack commit crimes together

RISE OF THE GUARDIANS: here he is. the tumblr sexyman himself. i don’t remember anything from this movie except that no one can see him and he’s sad about it, i think. also he has a big magic stick and i have no idea what it’s actually used for. ice, i think?? but yeah, he is literally just some generic modern-looking white boy. with a big stick. i don’t understand the appeal, but then again i’m a lesbian and i don’t own an air fryer. 2/10 best and only anime i’ve ever seen /j

JACK FROST (1979): “wait a minute, u already put the rankin-bass one on here!! they’re the same character!!” shut up this is my list, i get to do what i want. anyways i literally just finished watching this movie for the first time and i thought it was cute. his outfit’s changed a little bit from winter wonderland and the colors here are a little too similar for my taste but it’s still a SUPER solid design. like, a pointy hat, tunic, boots AND leggings?? too much power. he is significantly less bastardly here but he’s still super silly and nice. we love to see it!! 8/10 i want in on that groundhog con deal

SANTA CLAUSE 3: i watched this movie several times as a kid, and i couldn’t tell u for the life of me why. i was actually kinda surprised when rewatching some clips of this guy on youtube! his design’s... okay i guess, but his lines are so corny and his acting is so over-the-top that he actually ends up being kinda funny. anyways he wants to ruin santa's life so he can…. travel into the past and sabotage santa’s backstory?? so he can be capitalist santa??? i don’t remember how any of that worked but it was bc of some weird magic law i think, because its the fucking santa clause. anyways uhhh.... he exists!! that’s all i can really say about him!! 5/10 eat the rich

FROSTY AND RUDOLPH’S CHRISTMAS IN JULY: gee rankin-bass jack, how come YOUR mom lets u have THREE designs??? i like what they were trying to go for by combining the first 2 designs they made, but oh my god i literally cannot stand to look at him. i don’t know if it’s just his absurdly long neck, but that head just does NOT look like it belongs on that body. what were they thinking. 0/10 u had one job

JACK FROST (1998): an irl friend actually told me about this one and all i gotta say is... what the fuck, sarah???? i’ve read the wikipedia article and like. this jack’s a regular dude who’s a musician w/ kids, right??? and uh... he just fucking dies. and comes back to life as a snowman to help his son move on from his death. and then he dies again. i don’t know how anyone could take something like this seriously. this movie doesn’t even sound real, it’s like someone based it off of a really fucked up fever dream or something. anyways 4/10 i don’t have anything clever to say about this

#bee.txt #long post #i feel like this is revealing way too much about my taste in media and i hate it lol

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chat-noir-always-here · 4 years

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I Rewatch Miraculous—Stormy Weather

This post is 90% me gushing over Ladynoir flirting.

• “Aurore Boreal!” Cant tell if that name is creative or lazy...

•anybody else think the talk show host dude (forget his name) kinda looks like Mr. Clean???

• “Oh gosh! W-what am i gonna say to [Adrien?]” uhhhhh how about “hey Adrien how’s the weather?” Or like literally anything. Passing conversations and small talk are only hard if you overthink it.

• “No problem! I’ll look after your little detail for you!” Yeah we’re talking about a child here not a guinea pig. Has Nadja ever even met Alya???

• “She’s an absolute angel!”////heavy sarcasm. Yes most children are.

•Alya that little chin flick you did to Mari had some HEAVY bisexual energy 🎵 🎵🎵

• “Whats the big deal? You only lost by half a million votes.” Lol fucking rude Miraculous Mr. Clean.

•Hawk Moth taps his staff on the ground but says nothing instead of saying “fLy AwAy mY aKuMa AnD eViLiZe hIm” Lol they muted Hawk Moth. Now if only we can borrow some of Miraculous Mr. Clean’s magic erasers and wipe him right out of existence.

•Aurore getting akumatized is actually kinda intimidating. Compared to most people she saw the akuma coming, tried to fight it off, dark lighting, creepy music etc.

•Stormy Weather’s powers are chilling teehee

• MARINETTE SHUT UP. Cats are paw-esome, you should adopt one. Specifically the hot kitty boi who is constantly making bedroom eyes at you.

•kiddo she didnt promise nothing you just suddenly wanted to go on the marry go round dont lie 🤣🤣🤣

•spaghetti aint that exciting Vincent, you gotta show Adrien pics of Ladybug. (Vincent is Adrien’s photographer’s name. Different from the creepy stalker i’m not looking forward to seeing in a few episodes)

• “the fuck you doing casually eating fruit you’re allergic to?” —Vincent probably. Alya gives zero fucks, Vincent.

• “Is that boy your boyfriend?” Oh Manon thats a loaded question. Besides they are just “friends.” We use the term friend very loosely in this show

•Marinette: looks for an inconspicuous place to transform

Also Marinette: hops behind a park bench with spaces between the planks and openings on all sides. Isn’t even hiding directly behind it, she lands a stone’s throw away

MARINETTTTTTTTE

•Adrien: is puuuuuurfectly concealed in the shade of some trees behind some cases that arent stacked higher than his shins.

Also Adrien: hey HERE’s a great place to transform!!!

This should be included in whatever Miraculous drinking game you play: take a sip every time they transform/de-transform somewhere COMPLETELY VISIBLE

• “Why did I leave Manon? I should have NEVER done that.” Welp you right except if you hadn’t you’d be encased in ice right now and unable to help.

• “how did you know my name?” Hmm, Manon. That’s an EXCELLENT question. You wanna answer that Ladybug?

• THIS

•THIIIS

•ice queen’s face when she blasts Chat Noir away is me at all the people who dont want to wear their damn masks out in public and get mad when asked to do so

•Chat Noir pinball lol

•chat Noir pancake pttttbbbttt

•hand kisses are lovely and Ladybug be into it

•Giiiiiirl you be flirting! High-key flirting, don’t deny it. Dat sultry look you be making reveals the truuuuth

• LB your expression does not match what you’re saying😏

(Yeah the gif up there is the French dub translated by the good people over at Miraculous subs tumblr--I like the french dub, fight meeeee)

•LB is no damsel in distress but i need more of kitty boi being her seeing eye cat

•This whole scene ptttbbbttpppt

CN: “Why does she look mad?”

CN: “Oh I still have her hand.”

CN: “Aw she took her hand back. I was enjoying that...”

Ice Queen: exists

CN: “Oh you’re still here?”

• Why the fuck was Mari passed up for Manon??? Manon shouldn’t even be in the photo shoot without someone asking her mom, she’s like what? four? Mari is under age too but she’s at least in high school good grief...

In conclusion: Mari isn’t the best babysitter (just goes to show she isn’t a Mary Sue but a flawed person) and ladynoir has been high key flirting since season one, spread the word. I didn’t want to go through all the trouble of adding screenshots and gifs to this sort of post but it’s essential for this episode.

#Adriennette #Miraculous Ladybug #stormy weather #ladynoir #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng

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catsandstrawberries · 4 years

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I Might Like You

Pairing: Jimin x reader

Word Count: 3.3K

Warnings: Ice play, smut, swearing, oral (F receiving), fingering, the end gets really fluffy cause its Disney, penatrative sex w/o protection (use a condem kids), Dom Jimin, Sub reader

Summary: You didn’t mean to set your sister off. You never wanted to argue with her. But how were you supposed to know she was going to freeze your kingdom. You chase after her in hopes of bringing her, and summer back, only to run into an iceman, who might just let you ride his reindeer.

The Disney Project

"Take me." I blanked as I looked at the cocky smirk on the blond boy's face.

"Not in a sexual way of course. I wouldn't, well I might have sex with you, maybe-but no."

I let out an aggravated groan and looked the boy in the eyes.

"I need you to take me up the North Mountain, blondie."

The boy cocked an eyebrow at me. A stranger who I knew nothing about, besides the fact he knew the way up the mountain where my sister was, and that he was blonde.

"The names Jimin, beautiful. And the North Mountain's a danger zone with the onslaught of the sudden winter, no one would survive."

"Well, I know how to stop this winter, and I need to get up that mountain."

The man, Jimin, chuckled at me with a boyish smile. His body shaking from my words.

"And how are you going to stop the Queen, stranger?"

I didn't want to do this, but I had no choice if I wanted to get up that mountain.

"Because I'm Princess (y/n), and that Queen is my sister."

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Jimin looked at me astounded, the reins in his hands loosening slightly as my words ran through his hands.

"So, you're telling me that you were about to marry a man you just met?!"

The reindeer that pulled the sled in front of us huffed at Jimin, the two of us not appreciating the rise in his voice.

"Yes, keep up. Then she lashed out at me and poof! Frozen icicles blasted from her fingertips-"

"No, no I got that part. Surprisingly magical ice powers aren't the strangest thing I've heard tonight." I gazed at the stranger, analyzing the woolen long-sleeved shirt and trousers he wore, definitely prepared to stay out in the cold and not die of hyperthermia. Jimin looked around my age, maybe a year older but nothing significant. His blond hair swept to the side and some snow flurries stuck to his roots, maybe I would invite him to my wedding.

"You got engaged to a random dude named Hands?"

"Hans."

"I'm not buying it. You just met, he's probably a serial killer or has some weird foot fetish."

"Excuse me! Let me tell you something Jimin. The night I met Hans was magical, and we fell in love. Love is the one thing that has zero complications, and Hans and I have something special. We clicked."

"You read too many books."

"What's wrong with reading books?"

"I'm just saying, I bet you fell for him as soon as you saw his curly hair and puppy dog eyes." I scoffed at Jimin's words, "love isn't supposed to be easy. From what you told me, he sounds way too easy." I turned towards the boy a scowl evident on my face. "What does a stinky, smelly, mountain man know about love? Have you ever even kissed a girl before?"

Jimin smirked and winked flirtatiously at me,

"I've done a lot more than kiss people with this tongue."

Jimin licked his lips as if to prove his point and I sent him a glare to hide the color on my cheeks.

"Well at least my only friend isn't a reindeer, and at least I don't try to give marriage advice as an unmarried man who's also a strang-"

Jimin suddenly appears in front of me, his gloved hand covering my mouth, but his eyes weren't on me but the dark forest behind us.

The reindeer slowed to a stop and Jimin rose from his crouch to a stand, his palm sliding off my face in the process.

Jimin suddenly flipped around and yelled to his reindeer.

"Chim, go!"

The reindeer, Chim apparently, took off running while Jimin fiddled with a pair of matches.

"What's wrong?"

Just as I asked, gleaming golden eyes started to peek out from behind the dark wintery abyss, harsh growls filling the air as the pounding of feet bounced off the snowy floor.

Wolves.

The predators neared the sled, teeth shinning against the white snow as they attempted to chomp at us.

Jimin who had been fiddling with the matches finally lit up the torch at his side, waving it in the direction of the wolves, as if it would stop them from attacking.

"Stay down," Jimin growled at me as the wolves narrowed in on us.

"What? No! I want to help!"

Jimin kicked one of the mammals harshly as it flung its body at us,

"Sorry princess, but I don't particularly trust your judgment."

"Excuse me?"

"Who marries a man they just met? Let alone a man named hands?" Jimin suddenly fell forward as the sled hit a bump and I lunged forward, grabbing him by the back of the shirt before he could fall off the sled.

"His name is Hans," I grumbled as my arms strained to pull him back to safety.

Before he could thank me Jimin wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me tight to his waist,

"Hey!"

I attempted to push him off, but he only tightened his grasp before throwing me at Chim. I gasped in shock as I landed on the reindeer's back, eyes widening at the absence of ground in front of us. The only way we'd survive is if Chim jumped the cliff to the other plot of land that had to be at least 30 feet.

Jimin's body slid behind me as the growling of the wolves increased in my eardrums,

"Jump Chim!"

My insides felt as if they were doing summersaults as we lingered in the air, but almost as quickly as Chim left the ground he was back on the solid earth. I released a breath I hadn't realized I had held in and turned to find that Jimin had cut the sled from Chim's reigns, the wooden contraption left to the wolves on the other side of the cliff.

Wait-Jimin.

"Jimin!" I shouted, jumping off the reindeer and peering over the edge of the cliff to find him gripping to the edge for his life. The drop below was deep enough to kill him, even with the snow-packed into the ground. I grabbed Jimin by the wrist and hauled him back up onto the snow with helpful shoves from Chim, falling to the earth with a pant as soon as I realized we were both safe.

"Not too bad for a princess, huh?" I chuckled as I heaved my body up from the snow, brushing away the flakes as I stood face to face with Jimin.

"I've seen worse."

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Jimin and I continued on foot until nightfall and despite the ache in my legs and the continuous chill running down my spine, I refused to stop. I needed to find my sister.

"We should settle down for the night-"

"No."

The sound of Jimins crunching footsteps stopped and I turned slightly.

"You're no good to the queen if you're dead."

I tightened my fist, as Jimin redirected Chim towards the smoke pilling into the air, a sign of a tavern that would house us for the night.

But even as we turned from the path of the north mountain, guilt rose in my lungs, and the image of my sister alone and scared ran through my head. She had been alone for so long, trapped in her room, to protect us, and I was the one who pushed her too far.

"Hey," Jimin said softly, suddenly in front of me,

"We leave at first light tomorrow, we'll find her." I nodded and followed blindly as Jimin led us towards warmth.

The inside of the tavern was filled with large, shouting men, pouring down drink after drink and fumbling drunkenly over one another.

"Stay close," Jimin muttered while a man in the far corner puked into another man's pants.

I didn't need to be told twice.

The man behind the bar had a large mustache and his eyes seemed to bulge over when he saw Jimin before he burst out laughing.

"Park if it isn't the ice-man. How's your business doing in this weather?" The man fell forward as if his joke was the funniest thing he'd heard in days.

"Ha ha. We need a room." Jimin replied dryly slamming down a set of coins onto the table. The man peeked over Jimin's shoulder and wiggled his eyebrows at the two of us,

"lucky for you we only have a single left." I stiffened behind Jimin and sent the man a disgusted snarl. Jimin sighed but took the key, leading me away from the singing drunk men and towards an empty room.

"I can sleep on the floor," I muttered once I noticed the small bed while Jimin grimaced next to me.

"Trust me you wouldn't want to." Jimin sent me a 'don't ask' look and with a drop of my shoulders I sat on the edge of the bed, gaze falling to the outside world beyond the window. A flurry of snowflakes floating in the air.

"Hey, stop biting your lip." Jimins thumb fell to my bottom lip and lingered there while he kneeled in front of me.

"I might be a sweaty, smelly, mountain man, but I'm one hell of a listener." A small smile cracked across my lips but my gaze quickly fell to my hands.

"It's all my fault. Ever since I can remember she was locked in her room, and I was locked in the castle. The one day I have with her, with the world, I pushed her with the stupid marriage. Maybe you were right, maybe true love isn't real."

Jimin took my hands gently and moved to the bed rather than kneeling on the floor.

"I didn't say that. I just think that you should know someone for longer than 24 hours before you get engaged." He cracked a genuine smile but started to frown at my quiet form.

"I can help you forget." My head snapped up towards him, his lids lowered and a seductive smile crossing over his face.

"No strings attached, no 'I love you's' or proposals. Just something to let you forget. If you want too." The flush spread over my cheeks and neck, and I suddenly found it unbearably hot in the small room.

"You promise you'll still help me find my sister tomorrow."

He nodded, the seductive smile faltering for a serious look.

"I promise, who else would pay for my new sled."

To avoid embarrassing myself I decided to take the first step and lean forward, rather aggressively, but Jimins warming hands on my body were quick to ease my nerves. The softness of his lips melting away all my anxieties as he tilted his head, tongue pocking out against my lower lip.

I moaned into the kiss, his hands sliding up and down my ribs as I melted into his mouth, my tongue hesitantly prodding against his until he sloppily pulled away, teeth grazing against my bottom lip in a gentle bite.

"I thought you said to stop biting my lip."

Jimin smirked, "I didn't say anything about me not using my teeth."

I chuckled as he leaned me down onto the mattress, "pretty good for an ice-man."

Jimin leaned back at that, his mouth spreading in a wild grin while I leaned up on my forearms, an eyebrow-raising in question.

"I'll be right back, don't move." Jimin practically sprinted out of the room while I fumbled in the sheets in a haze. Running over the kiss in my mind, over and over again, the really, really good kiss.

He kissed better than Hans.

I didn't even consider the thought that he might be leaving on Chim, my head running wild with what he would do when he got back, what he would do to me. The door creaked open and my heart fluttered at the sight of his blond hair.

"Keep your eyes up, princess." My body shuddered at his commanding tone and before I knew it he was hovering over me, trapping me under his body as his kisses traveled to my neck, fingers fumbling with the string of my dress.

"Off."

I quickly followed his demand and watched as he took off his shirt, his muscles gleaming against his sweaty skin. He paused as he took in the sight of my top half, his hands faltering and mouth lurching forward to take each of my nipples into his mouth, his teeth grazing against each one before releasing them with a loud pop.

"What did you get?" I asked breathlessly as he dragged my leggings down, the sight alone of his blonde hair peeking out from between my legs enough to make me squeeze my thighs together.

He ticked his tongue in disapproval and harshly spread my legs open, hands smothering down the skin of my thighs as they trembled with anticipation.

"You'll find out. Now, show me your pearls princess." His tongue flicked out and he let out a satisfying sigh as he dragged the strings of my underwear down my legs before flicking it behind him.

"You smell so fucking good, I'm gonna ravish you, princess."

I flinched as a finger stroked curiously at my folds, gathering some of the wetness that had already peaked through before pushing it in further. I groaned, my head falling backward as he added another finger, his thumb rubbing figure eights on my clit while he hummed in approval.

"Look at you, falling apart at just my fingers. Imagine my cock in you or my tongue." My hips bucked up at his words and just as the feeling in my stomach started to coil his fingers were gone.

"Jimin-Ah!" My words got lost on my tongue as his hands slid under my thighs, gripping at my ass as he shoved his face into my pussy. His tongue gliding over my clit before thrusting into my hole and pulsing in and out. My hands struggled to hold on to the sheets as he hummed against me, his tongue lavishing over my clit before pulling away. It was too hot in this room, way too hot.

As if Jimin could read my thoughts my back was curving and hands gripping to his hair as something cold, and wet was pushed against my clit. Rubbing at all of the right places while the ice cube immediately started to melt against my heat.

"Jimin," I moaned as his cold fingers pushed a single ice cube inside of me, his warm tongue against my clit contracting with the sharp cold inside of me.

"Just a little longer," Jimin muttered, pulling away as he messed with his pants and pulled out his glorious cock. Curved slightly, not incredibly long but girthy, a vein trailing the underside of his penis, I wondered how it would feel against my tongue.

Jimin knocked me out of my thoughts as his lips met mine once again.

"Fuck (y/n)," he murmured as his head poked the inside of my pussy, my walls contracting as he pushed further inside. He moaned into my shoulder once he filled me up fully, waiting patiently until I adjusted, and it wasn't long before I was bucking my hips to tell him to move.

Jimin pulled back before pounding forward hard, his hands curling into the bedsheets against mine as we groaned and moaned. My body withering under his as he hit the spot that made starts appear in my eyes,

"Ah-right there. Shit." I hissed out,

"I won't last much longer," Jimin growled out, one of his hands sneaking between our two bodies to rub at my clit, pushing me over the edge as I let out a silent scream, my legs shaking with the after waves as he shortly followed in my footsteps, liquid cream leaking out of me as he pulled out with a groan.

"Shit, you're amazing princess." He muttered just as the lights started to go out around me, darkness succumbing into my tired limbs.

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The next morning we didn't talk about the sex or the fact that he washed my clothes and cleaned me up after I passed out. We just kept walking till reaching the rocky mountain leading to where my sister would be.

"Fuck," Jimin muttered as he turned from the mountain to the pack tied onto Chim's back.

"I only have one rope, and you don't know how to climb mountains."

Before he had even finished his sentence I was pulling myself up against the rock, feet anchoring into foot like holds to support my weight.

"You are going to kill yourself."

"I'll be fine."

I ignored his protesting grunt while I tried to find another foothold.

"Listen (y/n), people who come to the north mountain are usually running away from something, and the Queen seems as if she doesn't want to be found."

I furrowed my brows as I hiked my body further up against the rock,

"Well, what are you running away from?" There was a pause before he replied dryly,

"a payable job apparently."

Before I could reply, the rock my left hand was holding onto suddenly cracked, and before I could shout I collided with a warm body, his arms wrapping around me bridal style so I didn't hit the ground.

"See, I told you I would be fine," I said breathlessly, nervously patting his chest and jumping out of his arms before I could think too much about how strong his arms were or how they flexed when he caught me. I directed my attention away from him, a bright reflection catching my eye and upon further examination, my whole body shuddered with anticipation, she built a fucking ice castle.

"We found her." I breathed out, a smile breaking out on my face.

I bounded up the ice made stairs, treading carefully so I wouldn't slip, but as soon as I reached the door all of my hesitations came back.

"You should stay here, last time I introduced my sister to a boy..."

"No, you're right. Wouldn't want her to find out I fucked her little sister-"

"Jimin!"

The boy chuckled before sitting on the steps, eyes glazing over as he examined the ice and mumbled something about workmanship.

This was it, I was going to bring my sister home, no matter what.

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Long story short, things didn't go exactly as planned but eventually, we were able to bring her home and my sister was able to lift the frozen spell and bring summer back.

Everything was right, except for one thing,

"Hey blondie, aren't you forgetting something?" Jimin smiled as I jumped excitedly in front of him, though his happiness didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Am I getting an invitation to your wedding?"

I frowned at that and shook my head, "actually, I called it off with Hans."

"Oh."

"Close your eyes," I whispered, taking his hand and dragging him towards my surprise while Chim followed, his hooves clucking along against the pavement. "Surprise!" I shouted as he opened his eyes to see a brand new sled with a bright red bow on the top. For the first time since I met Jimin, he suddenly seemed nervous, unsure of himself.

"Thank you." He rubbed nervously at his neck, "so I know I said no strings attached, and I meant it, really. But the sex was good, great-but that's not the reason I'm asking because even though I've known you for like a week things started happening and I want to get to know you more-"

"Jimin."

His stuttering stopped and he looked up at me, unsureness riddled in his orbs.

"I know we said no I love you's. But, I might like you. Wanna start there?"

Jimins eyes widened and a gentle smile spread across his face,

"I might like you too."

Chim grumbled behind us and pushed Jimin forward, his head butting against his back as he fell into me. Jimins glare at the animal soon disappeared when I reached up and connected our lips, a soft sigh escaping my mouth at the feeling.

"Thank god you didn't marry hands."

I didn't have the heart to correct him.

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angelicichor · 4 years

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Wait. Requests are open? Fuck yes. Then I request Thomas bending me over stuff and fucking me into next year! Art or words man it don't matter. Its gonna be fantastic either way .My U R G E S are out of this world right now.

U… I like you. I might actually do some more….. F I L T H Y art of Tommy-boy, but I ain’t home now so that’ll have to wait. For now however…

N//SF//W

Thomas being a bit too eager… but in a good way.Female reader for this one… sorry folks.

Enough

Summer has been a bad season in Texas, for obvious reasons - heat, dryness and dust, oh god the dust, it was everywhere, sticking to everybody’s sweat covered bodies, making it unbearable to go shirtless, but also impossible to go with anything more prude on.

In a way you had a hate-love relationship with this season, you’ve always lived in colder places, so the warmth of the sun was murdering you and seeing Charlie with his big ol’ belly pouch and old man tits out, covered in white, untamed chest hair was an ENORMOUS problem, but at the same time tis’ was the season for drinking refrigerated sodas and eating copious amounts of ice cream that Luda Mae made herself and gosh darn it was delicious.

But the most amazing stuff wasn’t any drink or a snack, no, it was the full-blown dinner date that was Thomas, abandoning his usual shirt and tie to don a simple black tank top, that clung to his chest almost perversely, showing off his robust bicep, beautifully shaped triceps, as well some of the powerful muscle of his back, his tan skin glistening with sweat as he bent over a car’s hood, opening it to check what in tarnation was wrong with Hoyt’s sheriff car, the old man being too damn lazy to do it himself, god bless him for that.

With the apron gone you also had a wonderful view of Tommy’s firm legs and thick ass, stretching the material every time he’d bend over to reach inside the machine. It looked so damn squeezable, but you knew better than to interrupt the man at work, knowing that Luda would be over you in a second, scolding you for not working yourself. You loved her, but how could she NOT understand that her son was a god damned gem and you NEEDED to take a closer look at him.

He seemed oblivious to your hungry gaze coming from the porch, unaware how his form made your heart flutter and your gut heat up thinking of all the wonderful things that behemoth could do to you and that fact made you FURIOUS. It’s not like you didn’t try to initiate things either, just every time you tried anything Charlie would bring in some new meat or Luda would need her son to go to the station with her to help unpack some deliveries or Monty needed to be carried off the sun, too tired from the heat to move on his own.

Little to say, you were frustrated, but a chance to take revenge on this beautiful, dark haired bastard was coming and oh so very soon.

The thought brought a devilish grin onto your face, an expression that made Charlie go “You alright, girlie?” above you and you snapped to attention. “Ya lookin’ at my nephew like he the next one in line for dinner.” He laughed and you puffed at him, standing up with a slight blush, dusting off your jeans.“Sorry, sir, just thought of something funny.” you lied and he cocked an eyebrow, not really believing you.“U-huh, sure, darlin’. Ya ready to go into town? Got the money?” he asked and you smiled warmly, lifting your purse up and shaking it slightly. “Good, let’s go.”

With that you almost jumped towards the old pick-up that waited right next to Hoyt’s sheriff car. Not able to resist the urge you took a swing and slapped Tommy’s perked butt, making him rise in shock and hit his head on the metal above him. You laughed, before getting into the truck and closing the door, so he wouldn’t pull you out. He most likely still could, but instead he rolled his eyes, massaging his head and shaking it shortly in disbelief before going back to work.

Once in the town you quickly parted with Hoyt, running to find a decent, still functioning clothes store, a woman on a mission.

Your plan wasn’t enacted until the next morning, however. For once you’ve been happy that Thomas always woke up way before you, leaving you to your own devices. That was his biggest mistake yet.

The day was pleasant, even with the sun shinning down on all of you mercilessly, there was a nice breeze going through, something you all hoped would be there to stay. You were very helpful right from the morning, shining with enthusiasm when told to hang the laundry, feed the chickens in the coop Charlie and Thomas installed some time ago, and then come back to help Luda Mae make some cookies.

And you probably though you were cute, wearing that baby blue summer dress that was just a bit too short to be innocent, with a bow in front, slightly to the side, as well as those stockings that hugged your tight just right, making it look so squeezable, with those flat sandals that made you look just so much shorter and more adorable.

And you’d also think you were being sly, brushing your hand across Tommy’s forearm while passing him on the way to the coop in a rush, as if the chickens were going to escape, or when you heard his boots stop in from of the kitchen entrance and ‘dropped a fork on accident’, bending down with only your back, giving him a peek at your white, frilly underwear, and acting like you totally didn’t mean to lick that batter of the spoon in such a seductive way.

But he knew what you were doing, realized it the moment he has seen your outfit and those hungry eyes you gave him unconsciously, but Thomas was a patient man. He let you play your game, refusing to give in to your advances, so you’d be forced to come to him and ask properly for him to take you, enduring the constant sting of arousal building in his body when he would notice you, going around, completing your tasks, acting like you don’t notice him. He was doing a fine job, too.

That is, until you up and tripped, falling to your knees right before him and looking up at his masked face with those huge, bashful eyes, a blush creeping it’s way onto your cheek.

And Thomas could swear he heard something in his head snap.

You tried to get up, but before you could rise one leg you’ve been swooped up by your neck to met his eyes. There was an anger to them, but it wasn’t what made you shiver, it was the true, unfiltered, primal lust that resonated from them, as well as the sweet smell of hormones and frustration making your head spin and leg pull up slightly, as your hands helped the rest of your body not suffer from the Butcher’s hold.

The next time you blinked, your whole body has been shoved onto the kitchen table, Thomas’ free hand throwing multiple objects onto the floor, creating a lot of noise that made your anxiety spike, but he couldn’t care less, leaning into you, one hand still keeping you in a choke-hold, the other gripping onto your tight, giving it a good, firm squeeze. His forehead pressed onto your lightly, his eyes focused on yours, a small smirk rising on his lips, followed by a hungry lick, delight hitting him hard when you shivered just at his hot breath hitting you.

With a rushed motion he pushed one of your legs away, the other giving way for his muscular tight, pressing onto your heat, you hips bucking against it in reflex, wanting to feel the man’s warmth.

His free hand shifted from your tight to your chest, rising with your heated breaths, stopping at your right tit and massaging it roughly, pinching your nipple the moment it started hardening, a quiet laugh moving his body when you squeaked at the sensation, your hands moving form his forearm to your mouth, pink painting your cheeks. With that the hand holding you down moved, trailing your body down, until it reached your heat, then pressing against it and rubbing it up and down slowly through your already soaked panties, his index finger pressing them in to reach deeper inside you.

Your hands stifled your whimpers and moans as he teased your chest and entrance, seemingly not phased by the fact that anyone could walk in on you two at any second, that Luda Mae was supposed to come back to resume making the baked treats, but you were slowly forgetting about all that too, too focused on how good his hand felt on your covered cunt, how his eyes pierced yours, so close, warning you not to move a muscle if you wanted him to be nice and you feared what would happen if you disobeyed.

Soon enough one of his fingers slid your panties to the side, making you feel vulgar, even more that you already did, exposed to the world on the table, but all the anxiety you felt melted into nothing, as one of his fingers slid inside you, unannounced. It moved slowly, parting your walls and teasing your nerves, making you tremble at the feeling, insides clenching with need, allowing him to please you, even more so when a second one joined, picking up the speed, already making you feel almost full with how thick and rough they were, hitting you exactly where you needed them.

Your trembling fingers kept collecting your sounds of pleasure, hiding your face from him once he lifted his head away from your face, to look down at your squirming form and he wouldn’t have that, leaving your breasts and pulling your hands above your head, your lips pressing in a line as a reaction and you saw the satisfied smile on his face.

A third finger squeezed it’s way inside you, making your head loll back in shock, a weak moan leaving your lips and that was enough for him.

Slowly he pulled his fingers out of you, making you whimper at the sudden emptiness, eyes closing just for a second, just to look back at him with a small pout, silently telling him how rude he was to do something like this to you, but his devilish smile let you know that he didn’t care, bringing his fingers, still covered in your slick to your face with a silent order, to which your lips pressed together in an act of rebellion.

An act that he quickly ruined, pushing his hips against you, spreading your legs further to accommodate his width and making you gasp with the pressure of his hardened erection, still covered with his jeans, on your needy cunt. The moment your lips parted his fingers slid in and his eyes warned you not to bite, so fearfully you obeyed, letting your tongue collect your wetness, with a deep flush on your cheeks.

Finally his fingers retreated, leaving you panting below the giant, eyes closed in shame.

You heard a clack and some shuffling and just seconds later something warm and slick pressed against your entrance, forcing your eyes open, wide in terror as you struggled to get your hands free, but to no avail with Thomas’ hand still holding them down like an iron shackle.

“No, no Tommy!! Somebody will see, please not he--!” ignoring your pleas he shoved himself into you, the power in his thrust making you scream out, moving the table slightly. Your legs pressed up to your chest, spasming slightly, as the thickness of his cock spread you wide, making your muscles tighten, a long whimper escaping your mouth, your body unable to relax around him, your only saving grace being your wetness and you scolded your brain for bringing the phrase “curiosity killed the cat” to your head.

The pull of his hips burned, sending spiking pleasure throughout your whole body, mixed with a hint of pain, and the second thrust was not kinder, again earning him a sweet whimper, as you desperately tried to stay at least a bit quiet, but as his speed slowly picked up, reaching a steady rhythm, making the leftover things on the table clatter, you couldn’t handle being silent anymore. Every time he hit your end, you moaned, screamed, cried for him to go faster, harder, and he happily obliged, making you see stars over and over again, your hands struggling in his grip, body lifting off the table in a fit of pure ecstasy, letting him ravage you, use you however he wanted, you brought this upon yourself, after all, and now you were going to pay dearly for your teasing.

Just as your mind was becoming a mess you heard a crack and panic returned to you, making your walls clench against his dick sharply, making him groan, his free hand pressing onto your hips, hard enough to leave bruises, but you noticed another crack and realized something horrible.

“To---Thomas!!” You screamed and his eyes shoot up to yours, making your skin errupt in goosebumps at just how feral he looked. “Th---The table!! The table’s gonna!!” You warned and he growled, both of his hands lifting you up to his chest, still kept full of him, until he pulled out just to slam you on your belly onto the kitchen counter, kicking the breath right out of your lungs, and plunging right back into you, his furious hands reaching to the walls as he kept himself steady, pounding into you aggresively. One of them pressed your head to the wooden surface, before grabbing your hair and forcing you up and into an arch, the other following to keep you steady by your waist, forced to look him in the eye.

You felt your climax building, quickly and he didn’t protest when your fingers found your swollen clit, circling it furiously, desperate to reach that peak and you saw him smile, his lips mouthing the word “COME” and with your eyes shooting wide open you did, your walls collapsing on his cock in an almost painful manner, but he forced them away, seeking his own release, ridding your orgasm out as you screamed his name repeatedly, only strengthening his desire to destroy you, finding the strength to pound you harder, fuzzing your mind, making you a babbling, begging mess, moaning as your head was slammed back onto the counter and adoring the dizziness that came with the sudden motion.

His fingers digged into your hips, keeping you still and the stutter in his last harsh thrust was the only thing that warned you of his collapse, warm strings of thick come filling you up, making you moan in a higher pitch, your insides twitching against him, reaching another, smaller orgasm alongside his and your body gave out, trembling, shaking, exhausted, whining when he pulled out, cum slowly dripping out of you and onto your oversensitive thighs. He didn’t move you, instead putting his dick back into his boxers and zipping his pants back up, buckling his belt and letting you get up onto your shaking arms before wrapping his strong arms around you, his leather mask pressing onto your neck, so he could kiss it’s nape and you could swear you heard something similar to the words “I win” escape him, but he wouldn’t... Yeah, no, he would and you elbowed his belly weakly in protest, to which he rumbled a laughter, nuzzling into your hair, both of you covered in sweat.

Then again you felt your body being lifted and eased onto his shoulder, your hands shooting back to your skirt to cover your slightly exposed pussy as he carried you out of the room, grabbing one of the already prepared cookies off the counter and biting into it with a cocky smile.

“Tommy!” you heard Hoyt’s voice from the living room and you hoped he couldn’t see you, one of your hands covered however much of your face it could. “Ya done fucking over there, ya bastard?” The old man laughed and the embarrassment of being caught made your shake in Tommy’s grasp, even more so when he just.... NODDED. “Good! Get me some meat when you’re all cleaned up, boy! We need to get dinner started.” Hoyt replied and you died slightly inside, knowing damn well that you would not survive this evening, mentally.

It didn’t help that after the shower your body refused to function, protesting to the treatment your monstrous man has given it, so Tommy had to carry you down to the table, his chest just swelling with pride and you HATED IT.

Still, even with Hoyt’s rude remarks... It was worth it.

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theskyeandsea · 3 years

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Baking & Entering || Nate, Shiloh, Rio, & Skylar

Timing: Late January 19th, 2021 (takes place after this chatzy)

Location: Fondante’s Inferno

Tagging: @nate-santos @evanescentform @3starsquinn & @theskyeandsea

Description: Nate just wants to close up shop, while Shiloh and Rio solve the mystery surrounding where Skylar’s been. It’s a sticky situation all around.

TW: Drug Use, Addiction, Body Horror, Violence, Car Accident

It was nighttime. Skylar was sure that it was nighttime. When it had become night, she wasn’t sure but she wasn’t sure of much anymore. All she knew was that the streets were empty, the lights dim, and the world around her felt lighter than it ever had before. Her feet skipped down the empty road, her body feeling lighter than anything. Humming tunelessly to herself, Skylar ran a hand along one of the walls of the building next to her. And as she did so, she felt herself slipping through, sliding through, as though the wall didn’t even exist. Because it didn’t. It was part of her and then suddenly-- it wasn’t.

Stumbling, Skylar caught her balance as thick plumes of dust flew around her face-- no, not dust. Flour. Skylar flexed her fingers experimentally as she looked around. Bright fluorescence. And flour. Flour-essence. An off-kilter giggle burbled from her lips as the rest of her body slid through the wall, as though it was nothing at all. She was light on her feet, lighter than anything. Running her hand along the table, Skylar idly knocked the bowls and cake stands to the ground, fingers pressing the buttons on a large oven as she walked through the back of the shop. “Nope, nope, nope.” She said as she tossed knives and cake tins across the room.

Nate liked the evenings at his shop. It was nothing like the daytime, with loads of people coming in and out. Before the accident he might have felt differently, but now he enjoyed the silence his late night shifts brought. Only a few customers filtering in and out after the bars had closed, and only one of the previous owners’ regulars had asked for the Extra Raw Special, whatever that was. Nate had just flipped the open sign over to “closed” when he heard the commotion in the back. His heart stopped and he froze like a deer in headlights. He’d locked the back door, right?? He always locked the back door. Grabbing the nearest weapon - a mighty broom - Nate stepped quietly behind the counter, preparing to open the door to the back room. “H-hey! Whoever’s back there! I-I am armed! Go b-back where you came from!” Yeah, Nate. Super intimidating.

Looking around at the rows of things she could never eat, Skylar ran her tongue against the jagged points of her teeth. Cakes and sugar and flour and pastries. She tipped a tray over with a giggle before realizing that someone was talking. Someone was yelling at her. They weren’t here though, she couldn’t see them here. Her body was buzzing with energy as she pressed her head against the wall, the sound of their voice muted through the haze. But, she could hear them on the other side. “Oh yes, you’re very armed,” Skylar said and looked at one of the tables next to her. “I can do that too.” She said and she picked up a knife, the blade so very very light in her hand. “One, two, two arms!” She sang as her body slid through the wall and she emerged, staring at the man before her, clutching a broom tightly. The knife in her hand was suddenly slick with something hot and wet and she glanced down at her hand, tilting her head in surprise. Blood was streaming from the tips of her fingers-- One, two, three, four… What happened to her fingernails? She should have ten. “Oh well!” Skylar turned her attention to the man again, “Are you going to try and sweep me under the rug?” She asked before lunging at him with the knife.

Nate couldn’t help but shudder, his grip on the broomstick slipping. Despite being open late for potential drunk and disorderly patrons, Nate never had to deal with them. Usually the more rambunctious people in town left his little shop alone. He was cursing his lack of preparedness when he heard the intruder respond, teasing him that they were also armed. Probably with something more deadly than a broom. “I-I’m warning you!” He yelled with as much force as he could muster, his eyes darting around for a better weapon. “The police are on their way!” A lie, but hopefully one that might give the intruder a second thought about attacking him. He heard crashing coming from the back room as bowls of ingredients fell to waste. The woman’s singsong voice, muffled at first through the wall, became perfectly clear as she literally phased through it, right before his eyes. As if he wasn’t terrified enough already. The person standing before him, waving one of his knives around, was the most horrific thing he’d seen since his accident. Razor sharp teeth formed a hazy smile while blood dripped from her fingertips, leaving bright red dots on his freshly cleaned floors. A chunk of hair seemed to be missing. But nothing compared to the wild look in her eye.

“N-no, but you should just leave! I don’t even keep cash in the st-” His bargaining was cut short as she leapt towards him, blade raised for the kill. Nate dropped to the floor and rolled, the knife just barely grazing his arm. Thrusting his legs out, he attempted to trip her up, at least to get the knife out of her hand before scrambling back towards the counter. “Why are you doing this?!”

Skylar watched as the knife darted out from her hand, like a sliver of light as it pierce through the air between them. It was so fast, so quick. Was this was power felt like? Freedom? She could do whatever she wanted, she could do anything she wanted. And she wanted to… “I don’t want money.” She laughed, shaking her head as he fell to the ground. His feet hit against her shins, but she felt light and buoyant, barely affected by the kicks. “I want,” Skylar paused, looking at a glass stand on the counter and grasped the glass with her free hand. “Sugar and spice and everything nice.” She said to herself as she looked at the pastries on the tray. Looking over at the man, she cocked her head. “Don’t you hate being nothing but sugar all the time? Better be bitter, mmmm.” She hummed before throwing the glass stand at him with a gleeful look in her eyes.

Nate honestly didn’t think his life would end up like this, being robbed by a drugged out land shark with mutant powers. He’d survived the brutal car crash for this? There was a touch of madness behind her eyes as she went about destroying his shop, his livelihood. “I quite like sweetness actually,” he mumbled, knowing she hadn’t been looking for an answer, only chaos, it seemed. He cowered, throwing his arms over his head just as glass and icing rained down on him. A spatter of blood dripped down into his eyes and suddenly he was back to hanging upside down in his truck, blood falling from his nose onto the shattered windshield. Panic swelled up inside him as his hands fumbled for anything to help, anything to cut himself free. Fingers closed around something long and sharp, a sliver of glass, it’s edges biting into his fingers as he gripped it tight. Lashing out blindly, unsure if he was trapped under his bakery case or in his car in the woods, all Nate knew was he needed to slash until he made contact.

Skylar continued to bear down on the man before her, his face flickering in her vision. She could see the fear in his eyes and it felt so, so good. Someone else could finally be as afraid as she was, they could finally see what all of this meant to her. Everyone had told her to just be happy with what she was and she’d tried to do it their way and now she was doing it her way. Ever since she’d first taken that dose of Bliss, she’d been happy and now? She was ecstatic. And shouldn’t everyone be happy for her? She was showing the world the monster she’d seen in the mirror since that terrible day last January. And she was happy with that. Everyone had only ever wanted her to be happy with herself and now she was. So they should all be happy.

But the man, he didn’t look happy. As he grasped at bits of bloodied glass, Skylar regarded him with a doleful expression. Why wasn’t he happy? She could change that. Grasping the knife once more, she made her way towards him, ignoring the way his arms flailed around him. She held the knife out, a manic smile on her face before something stopped her abruptly. Glancing down, Skylar realized that her shirt was slowly darkening, the source a large slash across her side. She pressed her fingers into the wound, her hands coming back covered in cloying, dark blood. “This should hurt, I think it should hurt.” She said as she pressed her hand against her wound, more and more blood flowing down her body. “But nothing does, nothing does anymore.” She said to the man. “Isn’t that wonderful?”

The room came back into view, fading in like someone was drawing back the curtains on reality. Nate dropped the fragment of glass, letting it clatter to the floor, splashing dark red splotches all the way down. In front of him wasn’t the scene he remembered, the horrific scene in the wreckage that came to him in flashes when he slept too deeply. The intruder with the spiked teeth was bleeding, more than she was, this time from a large gash in her side. Nate’s stomach dropped. Did he do that? What if she died? He scrambled backwards, looking at his shaking hands like they belonged to someone else. Tears streamed down his face as he watched the girl so divorced from reality. “W-what happened to y-you?” He sobbed, hugging his knees.

Skylar couldn’t feel anything as the blood continued to drip and puddle around her, hands attempting to stop the steady flow. It wasn’t just the pain because she should, she really should be feeling that. She didn’t even feel warm as the blood rolled down her skin. It felt like water, drip drip dripping against her. Pulling her hand away, she ran her palm against the counter top, leaving a thick smear across the once shiny counter. She watched as he backed away, curling up. And for a brief moment, she could see herself where he was. Crying and hugging herself, wondering, “Why, why, why is this happening.” She murmured. Bobbing her head from side to side, she shrugged. “Sugar and spice and everything nice. Pills and vials and needles and dust. That’s what seals are made of.” She said before sighing. This place was too saccharine sweet. She wanted something different, like the salty tang of the sea, like the bitterness of blood. Stepping over the man, glass crunched under her shoes as she made her way towards the door. She pushed it open with her bleeding hand, two streaks of red running from her raw fingers and down the glass.

Shiloh smiled to herself, amused by what Rio had said. It seemed she made a good decision to come out with him and take her mind off things. She needed this. As she glanced up, she saw someone she recognized. When she took in her state, she almost wished she didn’t recognize her. “Skylar?” Shiloh questioned, unsure if what she was seeing was true or if her dreams suddenly started to blur into her reality. She glanced over at Rio to see if he had caught what she saw because if he saw it too then it must be real. It must be real. “Skylar!” She called out as she started running towards her. All that her mind was picking up was blood. Blood on Skylar. Someone must have hurt her. “Are you okay?” She asked as she came close, already trying to investigate where the blood was coming from.

If there was any irony in the fact Shiloh and Orion had come out here to distract themselves from the worry they felt about Skylar, he didn’t appreciate it now. Rio hardly considered himself a social butterfly, so the fact that Shiloh and himself had seemed to hit it off had been a bit of a surprise to Rio. But all the ease or relaxation he had felt for the last twenty minutes evacuated as soon as he was close enough to see the commotion in the bakery that they were heading towards. “Holy crap” Rio murmured, taking off after Shiloh was already rushing in Skylar’s direction. “Does she have a knife?” Rio asked again, to nobody in particular but quiet enough that maybe he was too shocked to believe it himself. What the heck was going on with Skylar? And why was she bleeding? Shiloh was already checking on Skylar, trying to get her to calm down and make sure she was okay. In the meantime, Rio assessed the rest of the store, eyeing the blood smeared across the glass. “Nate, what’s going on? Are you hurt too?”

Swaying as she stood in the middle of the street, Skylar leaned over to squint in the darkness at the two figures coming towards her. She recognized them as their shifting faces came into view-- Rio and Shiloh. A burbling laugh erupted from her mouth at the sight. She’d never seen the two of them together and here they were. Standing up right, she tilted her head at Shiloh’s question, eyes slightly unfocused. “Mmmmm, I’m okay, yup. That’s what you’d like to hear, right?” She said with another giddy laugh, the knife still light and bouncing in her bleeding hand. “I’m okay! I’m fine! I’m so, so happy! Just super, super happy, yup.” She said before turning to Rio, who was peering at the store behind her. “He’s fine, too.” Skylar said, her tone shifting as she stared intently at Rio, the knife suddenly still in her hand.

Shiloh almost didn’t catch the knife in Skylar’s hand, more preoccupied with everything else that was going on with her. Not that she worried for one minute that Skylar was going to hurt her, she was worried she might hurt herself. Had she hurt herself? While Rio was concerned with the owner of the store, Shiloh had different priorities. “Skye what’s going on?” She gently asked, coming close to her. “I need to know if you’re hurt.” It didn’t seem Skylar was too interested in herself though - surely if someone was injured to the point they had that much blood on them, they’d be looking for help, right? And yet - she laughed. “Let me help you, Skye. Can I see that? ” She asked as she held her hand out. She tried to look into Skye’s eyes, trying to reach out to her. The only thing she could notice was that she really wasn’t looking at them. Something was wrong and Shiloh needed to get her help. It was really hard for Shiloh to look at anything but her eyes right now, not wanting to see the amount of blood on her.

Still looking at Rio, Skylar couldn’t help but wonder what he’d look like if she stuck him with her knife, if she slashed across his face and left him to bleed on the pavement. “Would your hair go pink or red?” She wondered out loud. Before she could reach out to see for herself, Skylar noticed Shiloh move towards her and she danced backwards clumsily. A trickle of warmth spread down her side as she moved away, shaking her head. “Nope, nope, this is mine. Well, it was his,” Skylar pointed back to the shop she’d emerged from, “But I have it now, so that makes it mine.” She said before focusing back on a word Shiloh had said. Help. “Help?” Skylar raised her eyebrows, mouth going wide. “Help! You want to help. Ohhhhhh, no, no thanks. I’ve had enough help.” Skylar spat out the last word with venom, thinking back to Morgan and Erin and Leah in her home, telling her what she should do.

Orion had no clue what was going on with Skylar, but he knew it wasn’t good. She was laughing and smiling, but there wasn’t any of Skylar’s usual kindness in her tone. It all felt manic, almost hysterical. It was far more unsettling than if she had been completely serious holding the knife. Skylar’s question pierced through Rio’s wandering eyes and forced him to focus on her. She didn’t provide much context, but the way she was handling the knife gave him an idea of exactly what she was asking. Shiloh seemed completely set on Skylar, her eyes barely wavering. But Rio couldn’t help but glance worriedly around. From Skylar to Shiloh to the bakery and Nate. This all seemed so wrong. This wasn’t Skylar. Skylar wasn’t dangerous. So why was Rio so nervous about the way she held the knife? “We don’t know what’s going on right now, Skye.” Rio held his palms out in surrender and took a step towards her. He had no idea what to do. But he didn’t want Shiloh ending up hurt if Skylar really was dangerous. “You don’t want help. Um.. okay. What do you want then?”

Shiloh looked over at Rio when he spoke, seeing if Skylar reacted to anything he said. She was so worried for her that she didn’t even realize she should be careful in approaching Skylar. She chose not to think Skylar would hurt her, even in this current state. Besides. What’s a little blood? Or a lot, she realized as she looked closer at Skylar’s bloodied state. Where were her fingernails? Still that wasn’t the center of Shiloh’s attention. There was blood at her side. It had to be coming from her. “Skye, you’re bleeding a lot.” Shiloh couldn’t wait and came closer, entering Skylar’s space and putting a hand to her back to try and usher her back to the car so she can get medical help. Whether she wanted it or not - Shiloh wasn’t going to have her bleed out and die. “C’mon, let’s go.”

Mulling over Rio’s question for a moment, Skylar’s head flopped from side to side as she thought about it. What did she want? What did she want? She had everything she wanted right now-- the pain was gone, the guilt was gone, the anger and the fear had all been washed clean with the medley that ran through her system. But what else did she want? She wanted… To feel like this all the time. And how could she do that? What had been the source of all her problems, the reason why she’d never known what she was? With a growing smile on her face, Skylar straightened, “What do I want?” She stared at Rio intently, her grip tightening around the knife. “I want, I want Hunters to die. I want them to know how much it hurts to be like me, to be alone and lost and scared and hunted. You get it, don’t you? You don’t even like what you are.” She said. Pressure against her back sent Skylar spinning, knife slashing through the air. “No. No, no, no, I’m not going with you. Nope. I told you what I want and I don’t want to go with you.”

Skylar couldn’t have known but that felt like an attack straight to Shiloh’s heart and she had a visceral reaction to that, taking a step back as if she were dealt a physical blow. Or maybe something told her there was a knife swing incoming - either way she moved back just in time. She tried to remind herself that Skylar didn’t know what she was and Skylar couldn’t know what she was. Shiloh had only told one person. One. So then… was she talking about Rio? Shiloh glanced at him, her brows furrowing as she wondered what Skylar was referring to. However, it wasn’t her place to ask and she shouldn’t ask. The point of focus here wasn’t Rio or Shiloh, it was Skylar. They had to get her somewhere safe so they could tend to her wounds. Shiloh took a deep breath to center herself, mildly wishing she hadn’t. She could smell blood and other not pleasant scents. She looked over at Rio. “I’m going to bring the car around okay? You stay here. I’ll be right back.” Shiloh said and ran over to her car. It wouldn’t be the first time it had blood spilled in it but as long as they got Skylar to safety it would be fine. Everything would be fine.

Orion wasn’t sure why Skylar’s words hurt him so badly. Because she was right, he didn’t like what he was. He had hated every aspect of it since before his powers had ever activated. He hated the abilities, the implications, the perception of what being a hunter meant to the supernatural world. And yet, in the last year hadn’t he started to give in to exactly the lifestyle he had spent so long avoiding? The guilt more than anything else was what made Rio shutter and wince when Skylar began swinging the knife around. His shoulders sunk as he considered it, and as he tried hard to ignore the look that Shiloh gave him. Shiloh was going to get the car. That was good. Rio nodded and stayed put with Skylar. He hadn’t been close enough to the knife before, but if she began swinging again would he even try to dodge it? Would he want to? “I’m sorry. I know the hatred, but I’ll never understand the fear. You deserve a lot better. Everyone does.” He didn’t know what else to say. He wasn’t even sure Skylar could listen. “But you’re going to hurt yourself if you don’t give me the knife.”

As Shiloh left, Skylar watched her run away with mild interest. She was leaving again, leaving again, yep. Just like everyone else. Swaying as she returned her focus to Rio, Skylar looked at him inquisitively. “I don’t think you do though. Because it’s not just Hunters, I don’t just hate Hunters, even though they’re the ones who did all of this. They killed my dad, you know. My real one. And my mom too, probably.” She said, her voice conversational and light as she stared at him from behind manic eyes. “I saw my dad. His ribs were exploded from where a shotgun got him and his face looked like someone had slammed his head over and over again with a rock. That’s what Hunters do and I want, I want them all to know that when, when they kill people. They do so much more than that. They ruin people too.” She said, running her free hand over the openly weeping sores on her arms. “They ruined me. Not as much as I ruined me, but they didn’t help.” Skylar said and focused back on Rio. “Oh, I won’t hurt myself,” She said. With a breathy laugh, she smiled and pulled her arm back. “Catch!” Skylar said and hurled the knife at Rio, the blade spinning through the air.

Orion didn’t talk much while Skylar did. What could he even say? His expression shifted from a knowing sadness to wide eyes as Skylar’s story got darker and darker. He hadn’t known about her real dad. That his life had been taken that cruelly. The specifics didn’t surprise him, but it did disgust him. “I don’t know that I-” What could Rio be? Whether he wanted to be or not, he was exactly what Skylar hated so much. He had grown up in a family that had taken lives just as gruesomely. “I know. They ruin lives. And they don’t care about the people they hurt or leave behind in the process.” Some of the hunters that he had befriended in town flashed across his mind. But now didn’t feel like the right time to try to argue the specifics of what made a good or bad hunter. Or if good hunters even existed. Rio had been staring at the ground, too embarrassed and disgusted with himself to meet Skylar’s eyes. A flush of light caught his attention, and his hand snapped up on instinct before his brain had even processed what was happening. A sharp pain shot up Rio’s arm as he realized that the knife had been chucked his way. He had caught the knife midair, the blade trapped between his clenched hand and slicing into his palm.Blood began dripping down his wrist and off the blade and Rio stared at it for too long before he finally unclenched his hand and readjusted to hold the knife by it’s hilt. “I don’t know how to help you. But I want to.”

Skylar watched the way his hand shot up and caught the knife like it was nothing-- he really was a Hunter, a Hunter through and through. Everything he could do made him a killer, just like the man who’d held her at gunpoint by the river, who’d shot her as she’d tried to flee. And now, as she watched him flip the knife around so he was holding it by it’s hilt, Skylar realized that she’d just given him a weapon. Backing away, Skylar shook her head from side to side. “No. I don’t want your help. I know what the help of a Hunter feels like.” She said, remembering the way the bullet had felt as it had seared across her leg, mid-transformation. Without a word, Skylar turned around and ran down the dark street away from Rio. She didn’t want anything he offered, she had everything she wanted. Everything she needed. She didn’t need anyone else.

Shiloh got into her car and didn’t realize her hands were trembling until she tried to put her keys in to start it. Once she turned the engine on, she took a breath, regaining her composure and trying to figure out how they would get Skylar in the car. She wouldn’t come willingly - Shiloh already knew that was going to happen. The last thing she wanted to do was force Skylar to do anything but it was for her own safety… She began driving toward Rio and Skylar. She saw them talk and watched as things unfolded but right as she arrived Skylar took off. “Oh no.” Shiloh said as she watched her disappear in the darkness. What were they going to do now? Chase her in the car? Skylar could jump in front and hurt herself. Call the police? What would they do, honestly? Shiloh exhaled deeply as she just slumped into her seat. Hopefully Rio had an idea.

#p: bae #wickedswriting #tw addiction #tw drug use #tw body horror #tw car accident #//as always if youd like a tw free recap just let me know!#chatzy #p: nate santos #p: orion quinn #p: shiloh kent

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lilibetts · 4 years

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Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

(Part 2/3, Theme 1)

Betty was going to delete LoveAlarm from her phone.

She should have deleted LoveAlarm off her phone.

But come Wednesday afternoon, she still hasn’t, and she couldn’t have told you why. A glutton for punishment, probably.

>>No, you’re just a hopeful romantic! Veronica texts her while she’s in the library during study hall, working on an English essay. >>The app is all about proximity. You don’t know who you simply haven’t been within twenty feet of yet. Or maybe they just haven’t downloaded the app.

Maybe so, yet Betty can’t help but feel like there is a fine line between hopeful and masochistic. She wants to text Veronica back with a passive-aggressive message about how Veronica has it easy with a bunch of pings and *at least* two people around the school who love her. But she doesn’t because that would be shitty.

The point is, LoveAlarm is still on her phone and she’s doing her best to forget all about it and her unexpectedly complicated feelings about Archie. That’s when it happens: she feels her phone buzzing across the wood table.

Frowning, she checks it, assuming it’s Veronica with more encouraging platitudes. Betty can scarcely believe what she sees, however:

Someone within a twenty feet radius loves you!

The red heart on her screen is practically vibrating off the phone as she watches in shock. Her eyes dart up and around, landing on every face surrounding her. There has to be what, twelve people in the library that could be within twenty feet of her? It’s a popular location for study hall, after all.

Someone is in love with her.

Was it Trev? Chuck? Sweet Pea? Alex C.? Tyler? Dilton? Of course it occurs to Betty that it could be a girl, but she isn’t up to date on who’s Out and who Veronica and Kevin are convinced are closeted. It definitely isn’t Ethel Muggs, who has started scowling at her every chance she gets lately.

The number on her phone goes back down to zero, so either the person turned their phone off or they just left her radius. Another frantic glance around only shows her the front doors swinging shut. Frowning, Betty realizes that Sweet Pea is no longer in the library and Trev has gotten up and walked over to a shelf in the back. Nobody seems to be doing anything with their phone.

Biting her lip, Betty considers her options, but there’s really only one solution.

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Jughead is in the Blue & Gold, fingers clacking away at the typewriter Betty had gotten him for his 16th birthday, Sweet Pea’s teasing words echoing in his ears, when said Hitchcock blonde comes bursting into the room.

“Juggie!” she exclaims a little breathlessly. She has one of those determined grins on her face that make his heart go pitter-patter.

Thankfully, his phone is off, so it can’t tell on him.

“I need your help.” She drags another chair up to his desk and sits down primly, spine straight and ankles crossed. /If you have the time./

/Of course. What’s up?/

Betty hesitates then, biting her lip. /I downloaded LoveAlarm,/ she says finally, arms and voice tentative. /Someone pinged it in the library earlier and I want you to help me find out who./ With that, Betty slaps down a piece of paper with a list of names on it. Jughead swallows hard.

He’s not an absolute moron, he did expect this. When presented with an unknown suitor, of course Betty Cooper would immediately start to investigate.

He could just tell her, but again, vulnerability is scary. As Tim Kreider wrote, “If you want to enjoy the rewards of being loved, you also have to submit to the mortifying ordeal of being known.” It’s a certainty that she’ll figure it out eventually. Maybe he’s being a coward, but hey, Betty *loves* solving mysteries.

Jughead doesn’t expect her love in return, he’s just flattered that he was the first one she thought of to help her figure out who pinged her LoveAlarm.

/Why are Sweet Pea and Trev’s names starred?/

/They left my radius around the same time my LoveAlarm went from 1 to 0./

When Jughead had decided to sneak into the library earlier and make her phone ping while he hid in the stacks behind her, he had been counting on the other students around her as cover but now, seeing that she’s zeroed in on two guys in particular has a pit opening up in his stomach.

“You’re a fucking idiot, Jones. Just tell her,” Sweet Pea had told him.

His hands feel clunky as he tries to sign. /And if it’s one of them, how would you feel?/

The question stymies Betty, who shakes her head and shrugs, gathering up her things. /I don’t know. Let’s just figure out who it is and I’ll figure out how I feel then./

“Okay,” Jughead ends up saying to her retreating back.

Thursday is simultaneously the most fun and the most torturous. In the morning, Jughead finds himself helping Betty stalk Sweet Pea down G Hallway, chatting him up to stall him near the Chem classrooms and surreptitiously waving her over once he ascertains that Sweet Pea has his phone out and turned on.

“Hey, Sweet Pea!”

Betty practically bounces as she comes to a stop next to him, eyes bright but biting her lip nervously. She’s balancing a 13”x9” tupperware container in her arms, and her phone is in her left hand, turned away from them so they can’t see LoveAlarm open on the screen.

Of course Jughead turned his own off as soon as he arrived at school. What do you think he is? An amateur?

“'Sup, Coop?” Sweet Pea doesn’t know a lot of sign language, but he smiles down at her easily. Jughead is overwhelmed by a sudden urge to kick him in the shin. “Are those for me?” Sweet Pea approximates sign with some basic pointing from the cupcakes in the tupperware container before pointing at himself.

“Uh…” Betty’s sneaking a glance at her phone and for a moment, Jughead is worried. “Yes, you can have one. They’re Boston Cream Pie cupcakes.”

He groans on the inside. Those are his favorite.

“Don’t mind if I do,” Sweet Pea murmurs, grabbing one and peeling away the liner so he can take a bite.

This time, Jughead’s groan may have been audible.

Betty catches Jughead’s eye and shakes her head. Great, that’s one name scratched off their list. To Sweet Pea, she says: “I better be off, or I’ll be late. Bye, guys!”

Jughead watches her leave, ponytail swishing from side to side. Sweet Pea watches him watch her leave for a moment before he clears his throat.

“Listen, Jones, I don’t mean to rush you and all, but...having a cute girl come up to you all smiles and offering you a cupcake—a damn delicious cupcake at that—might make a guy catch feelings. Just saying.” With that, Sweet Pea takes another bite of the cupcake, getting chocolate icing smeared all around his lips. Every chew he takes seems like a threat. A helpful threat.

“Lima Charlie,” Jughead sighs. Message received and understood. Sweet Pea’s older brother had been in the army and thus, he and Jughead had spent years using military jargon over walkie talkies as they snuck around Sunnyside. With a nod, Sweet Pea gives him an unnecessarily hard pat on the back and heads down the hallway.

When Jughead ducks into the Blue & Gold in between the next classes, he sees the tupperware container on his desk, next to his typewriter, a sticky note on top:

The rest are yours! I made your favorites, after all. -B

God I love you, Betty Cooper.

Lunchtime is nearly a disaster. Betty had roped the two of them into helping the Theater Club finish some set decoration for a production of Almost, Maine. All for nothing, because as it turns out, Trev is out for a dentist appointment. Still, Jughead manages to have fun being half-heartedly helpful while he eats his lunch—two ham sandwiches Betty brought in for him as a bribe for helping her with this—and Betty’s having a good time too, as evidenced by the fact she’s smiling so hard her eyes crinkle, and even when she tries to scrunch up her face to be mad at him eating more than painting, it just collapses into another giggling fit.

It’s when lunch is over and they’re heading up the aisle to where they’d left their things that Jughead remembers he left his phone on. Betty has hers with her, since she thought she would be testing Trevor’s phone for pings, and she’s barely five feet behind him.

Crap.

He hurries ahead and grabs it, depressing the power button. Just before the screen goes black, he could have sworn he saw his LoveAlarm app begin to open.

He doesn’t let himself think anything of it. In the rush, his thumb had probably hit the app button.

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Thursday night finds Betty pondering the mystery that still remains: the identity of the person who loves her. Sweet Pea has been eliminated from the list of possibilities, but Trev Brown remains a question mark.

Curled up in her thick socks and comfiest sweatpants, hair wet from her shower and starting to curl, Betty stares at her laptop screen as she contemplates their next step. Her and Jughead had bonded over their mutual love of The Baxter Brothers and Tracy True books as children, and they’d conducted more than one investigation together over the years, so it’s natural that Betty had gone to him for help with this, even if it’s a little embarrassing.

But why, a niggling little voice asks at the back of her mind. Jughead’s question comes back to her: what will she do if it’s Trev? She doesn’t know.

Trev’s...nice. He’s cute, and smart, and Betty doesn’t have the faintest idea what she’d do with the knowledge that he’s in love with her. Go on a date with him, she supposes, to at least see whether there is something there before she...breaks his heart? That’s what you do, right? You go to dinner at one of the few nicer restaurants in town or you go see a movie at the Bijou.

She doesn’t really want to think about this, Betty realizes, as her attention wanders from her Sleuthster search results to the ads along the column on the right. One ad catches her eye and she gasps, straightening in her chair and grabbing her phone. Her thumbs fly over the keys as before she hits [send].

<<Do you still have the reels for Rear Window?

>>Yes, why?

<<We should set the projector up in my basement and watch it this weekend. I’ll supply the snacks.

>>Capital idea, Betts, but how are you going to get all that junk food past the K9-level olfactory senses of Alice Cooper?

<<It just so happens that my mom and dad are going to visit Polly in Boston this weekend.

>>Cambridge. Just say Cambridge.

<<As long as we dispose of the evidence and air out the basement with some Febreeze, mom will be none the wiser. I’m sure Archie will donate his trash bin to the cause.

There’s a longer pause before Jughead replies.

>>It’s a plan

>>Speaking of plans, what do you need me to do tomorrow re: Mission Pings?

Betty grins and taps out the basic framework of how they’re going to corner Trev before the pizza party at lunch, but Jughead will have her phone on him so he can feel for her ping, and listen for Trev’s ping. A thought occurs to her and Betty suddenly feels selfish for insisting that Jug help her.

<<I meant to ask you...have you downloaded LoveAlarm?

>>What do you think?

>>Besides, I already know what it would say.

A terrible feeling, like a vise in her chest, takes her over as she reads and re-reads those words. How can Jughead believe this? Almost immediately on the heels of that thought is the reminder that Betty herself had been despondent on Tuesday when she allowed the melodramatic thought that ‘nobody was going to ever love her’ to take hold.

<<That’s bullshit. Any girl would be lucky to fall in love with you!

She means her words. Jughead may be antisocial, he may wear that crown beanie practically all the time, and okay, yes he can be the most extra fucking weirdo on the planet...but he’s also clever and passionate, she’s seen firsthand how caring and considerate he can be, and of course he’s objectively attractive.

Betty stares at the window that faces the Andrews’ home, with the roller shades that are always pulled down lately, and pictures Jughead’s face in her mind, how he’s a bit on the pretty side, especially with that mouth. She thinks about how jealous she’s been of that wild head of dark hair in the past, when she’s seen him with the hat off, and how over the past year he’s shot up another inch or two and seems to have filled out, especially in the arms—

>>From your thumbs to God’s ears, Betts. Night, I’ve gotta be up bright and early to help you catch the worm.

She lets out a huff of laughter and rolls her eyes even though she knows he can’t see her.

<<Night, Juggie.

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Unknown Fate - Part Four

Kristanna Canon Divergence

Kristanna Week 2019 - Prompt: The Unknown

Rated: M (swear word)

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It was utterly amazing how such a simple thing as a warm bath could feel so good. Yet another thing that Anna had taken for granted as the princess of Arendelle.

It felt amazing to get some soap on her grimy skin. Even better was washing her hair. She used to hate it when her hair got too greasy, but that was before her hair got so grimy that it turned the bathwater a rather unpleasant shade of grey.

Still, that did not bother Anna. She soaped her whole body two more times until the bathwater was getting too cold to stand. When she got out, she toweled herself dry while she stared at the beautiful dress hanging on the back of the door. She could not wait to put it on.

She made sure her hair was fairly dry before she finally slipped the dress over her head. She was thankful that the tie for the bodice was in the front, eliminating her need to have someone help her put it on. How such a simple thing like that could make all the difference in the world, amazed Anna all over again.

With her hair combed and put back into her braids, she tossed all her old garments in the trash and exited the small room to find Kristoff.

She did not have to look for him long. He was just outside of the bathhouse in the little alley between it and the inn with his back leaning against the wall. He gave her a lopsided smirk when he noticed her coming his way.

“How do you feel…” The last word died on his lips as his eyes widened, his gaze focused on her hair.

Anna suddenly realized that he had never seen the light streak in her hair. It had been covered by so much filth and she usually wore her braids under a handkerchief to hide the dirt.

He blinked and swallowed like his throat was dry. There was surely no way he knew who she was, was there? She had spent her entire life in the castle with the gates closed. Barely anyone knew what she looked like and he was most certainly not at the coronation ball. Perhaps he just thought that the streak in her hair was odd looking.

Yet his eyes said something different. They burned with recognition and Anna was suddenly very afraid. She knew Hans’s men still searched for her. She had seen them scouring through town every once in a while. What if…

No. There was no way in hell that Kristoff was one of those men. Still, how could he know her?

He clamped his jaw shut tightly and reached out for her hand. He began to drag her back towards the Inn. Anna suddenly felt an urge to stop and run. She didn’t know him after all. Not really. She couldn’t take her assumptions as the truth. Every spike of adrenaline through her body was telling her to run, yet deep down, her instinct told her to go with him.

She followed without a word.

He all but shoved her into the room and turned to shut the door. She watched as he braced his palms against it, arms straight and hanging his head between his shoulders. She understood in an instant that he knew exactly who she was and her heart started to beat even quicker in her chest.

Anna waited, nerves shaking her body. He finally pulled himself away from the door and turned around and spoke two words, his face an expression disbelief, disappointment, and something else Anna could not put her finger on.

“What happened?”

Anna broke down. Her knees unhinged and she fell, but she didn’t not hit the ground. Kristoff was there to grab her, like he had been since the day they met.

He picked her up gently and carried her over to the bed. He placed her upon it then took a seat on the edge. She needed more, however. She needed to be held. She needed comfort. She held her arms out to him, not expecting him to comply.

But he did. He laid beside her on the small bed and pulled her into his chest. Anna wept against him until she fell into a fitful sleep.

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She drifted in and out of consciousness. Never once did the warm comfort of Kristoff leave her. It wasn’t until she woke for good that he finally stirred, adjusting himself to lay flat on his back. Anna went with him, unable to let go of their closeness for the moment.

He was silent, waiting for her to talk. The problem was she had no idea what to say. She had no idea what was going to happen. She had no way of knowing how far Kristoff’s generosity was going to stretch. There would be a point in time when he was done helping her, wouldn’t there? It’s not like he was going to take her with him.

Anna sighed and got up, unable to meet him in the eyes just yet. She wandered over to where the basket of food sat on the table and lifted the handkerchief to see what was left inside. She took the first thing her eyes stumbled on. She bit into the bright red apple as she wandered over to the little window in the room.

It was dusk. She hadn’t been asleep all that long.

“What happened?”

Anna paused, apple mid-way to her mouth. She had planned to never tell another living soul what had happened for fear of what would become of her sister if she did. But the fact that now King Hans was in charge, didn’t seem to bode well for Elsa. Perhaps her sister was already dead.

Anna fought back the tears at the thought. No, she wasn’t dead. Anna could feel it in her heart. Forced to live a lie maybe, but not dead. Anna had to wonder what Hans had in store for her to keep her alive after he had taken the throne. There had to be a reason.

Anna thought back to the last time she had laid eyes on her sister when she had discovered just how much a treacherous snake Hans truly was. She was led to the courtyard by Kai, bundled up in cold weather clothing but nothing else. Despite how many times she pleaded with Kai to tell her what was going on, the broken looking man remained silent as he led her to what Anna could only assume was her demise.

She was surprised to find Elsa and Hans standing together in the courtyard with a group of a half a dozen scary looking men huddled in one corner, watching everything through the sides of their eyes.

“Elsa, what is going on? Wait, where are the guards?”

“Relieved of their duty,” Hans said coolly. “My men are in charge of the security now, since I am soon to be King.”

“W-why are you doing this Elsa? Why are you giving him everything he wants?”

“I have to keep the Kingdome safe,” Elsa pulled in a shuddering breath. “And you.”

“What do you mean? Elsa, you have powers! I saw them! Please, do something!”

“I… I can’t,” Elsa looked utterly defeated.

“What? Elsa, come on! Hurt him before he can hurt us! Get these men to leave! You are the Queen!”

“And if I hurt you in the process?” Elsa shouted. The temperature in the air dropped immediately as tiny shards of Ice started to fall to the ground from Elsa’s clenched fists. “I won’t risk it, Anna. Not after what happened when we were kids. I can barely hold on most of the time. I fear for everyone if I should ever let go!”

Anna’s eyes widened as everything clicked into place. The fragmented memories, the sudden closed doors, the silent treatment… Everything that had changed after that one night that left Anna questioning everything, day after day. Now she knew. There had been an accident. Strange that she did not remember it. What had they done to her?

That was why Elsa wasn’t using her powers to protect them. She couldn’t. She didn’t know how to control it. Why else would she always lock herself away in her room? Why would she cut her own coronation ball early? She was starting to crack and she didn’t want anything to show.

Then Anna suddenly realized it was her sounding the alarm that must have tipped Hans off that guards were on their way. The balcony doors were open, she was sure now that he had heard her screaming for help. What did he threaten Elsa with to get her to take whatever control she had on her powers and clear the air of snow in her room? Was it her life? No, not only hers at least. He must have threatened Anna’s life as well. That was why Elsa said she had to keep her safe…

“Elsa,” Anna whispered, shoulders dropping in despair, wishing she would have simply tried to take Hans down herself instead if accidentally letting him know she had seen him.

Her sister looked at her with eyes that confirmed all of Anna’s suspicions. She was bargaining herself for the entire kingdom and Anna’s life.

What a downright dirty trick. What a despicable human being this Hans was. Anna felt sick to her stomach that she had ever thought he was handsome. Truly naive she was. No, never again. She was going to make a stand and do what was right, regardless of what it meant for her.

She was about to charge him when he spoke, most likely seeing her intent.

“Think about your next move carefully, Princess. I am getting tired of entertaining the both of you. You either leave now in this period of grace I am feeling, or I will kill the both of you.”

The men that were huddled in the corner were now closing in on all of them, creating a circle around them. Anna had no choice. She was going to have to go along with this then figure out what to do on her own. She held her head high and started her lonely walk towards the outside world.

Anna was just about through the gates when she heard two words, a death sentence carried to her through the cold night air.

“Kill her.”

Elsa started to scream and Anna ran. She didn’t know what else to do. She could hear several men take off after her. Her only chance was going to be in the forest. She just wasn’t sure if she was going to make it there in time.

She ran with everything she had as she heard the shouts behind her. She was suddenly thankful for the moonless night, even though she tripped and fell several times, cutting her knees and shins on the cold, hard ground. She made it to the treeline with enough space between them to gain an advantage. She knew these woods. She had played in them many times when she was young, the only place her parents would allow that was outside of the castle gates. As long as she stayed out of the town, they always warned her. She had obeyed, even though she thought often about sneaking away just once so that she could see anything other than what she knew.

She went to a small grove of wild roses and crawled through an opening she knew well. She was a lot bigger than when she crawled in as a child however, and the thorns tore painfully at her skin and clothes. She forced herself onward until she was tucked safely in the hollow middle, hoping that no animal had made this their den since she’d been here last.

She was in luck to have it all to herself and she tucked herself into a ball as she heard footsteps approaching. She held her breath, almost impossible with her lungs still burning for air from the run, until the footfalls fell away into the night. She let out a shuddering breath as quietly as she could, unable to hold it in any longer, hoping that none of the men lingered.

She sat in silence for what felt like an eternity. It wasn’t until the sun was well in the sky the next day that Anna emerged, knowing she needed to get as far away from Arendelle as possible. She was on her own now and she needed to survive until she found a way to get back to her sister to help her.

“What happened?” Kristoff repeated, his tone noticeably gentler.

Anna still had the apple a breath away from her lips. She lowered it and slowly turned around. He was sitting on the bed, looking at her expectantly.

Despite what she promised herself she would never do, she told him everything.

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“You were too scared to tell anyone who you were for fear Hans’s men would find you.”

Anna nodded. Kristoff had shifted to the head of the bed and sat with his back leaning against the wall, his long legs out in front of him crossed at the ankles. Anna sat at his feet, legs crossed under her as she told Kristoff what happened. He had put the distance between them and Anna had to wonder exactly what that meant. Perhaps he had decided to be done with the trouble that she carried with her now that he knew.

Kristoff remained quiet for a long time, eyes looking at her but out of focus. “You have to do something.”

“What?” Anna said, exasperated. “What can I do? If I go back to Arendelle I have no doubt they will kill me. I can’t ask people to help me either. Who would care? We locked ourselves away for so long, what are we to them? Nothing.”

“The people are unhappy, Anna. I am sure they would revolt to find that the Queen had no choice when she married him.”

“We have no idea how strong Han’s protection is. Not to mention that he has the advantage of being locked in the castle. It would probably take a thousand men to infiltrate his defenses. Tell me, do you know how we can get that many people on our side? On my side? The Princess who spent her entire life hidden behind closed castle gates…” Anna shook her head. “What’s done is done. I can’t change anything.”

Kristoff remained silent while Anna told him more reasons why she couldn’t go back, that she felt her sister was alive and feared that harm might come to her should she return, that even if they could garner some support, Anna would never forgive herself should harm come upon her people in trying to aid her, and last but not least, that had her sister had given up her entire future to keep Anna alive. If she went back and was killed because of it, everything would have been for naught.

When she finished talking, a silence stretched on between them while Kristoff ran his fingers up and down his jaw in silent contemplation, his eyes focused on the toes of his feet.

Anna just about didn’t think he was going to continue talking on the matter until he finally looked at her.

“What do you want to do then?”

Anna blinked at him. Was he not listening?

“There’s nothing I can do. All I can do is try and survive and figure out a way to keep myself alive.”

“That’s not what I asked you,” he said quietly, shifting on the bed so that he was sitting with he legs off the sides, facing his body to the wall. He turned his head to look at her as Anna followed his movements and sat beside him. “I asked what you want to do, not what you thought you needed to do.”

“What I want?” Anna asked, looking forward in thought. What did she want? She wanted to go back to the castle and kick Hans’s ass, that’s what she wanted to do. She wanted him to suffer. She wanted him to pay.

But that was impossible. There was no way she could accomplish that. Then what was there? Surviving as a commoner. That was the only thing she had left.

She shrugged, almost embarrassed to tell him. “I want… I want to get a job. I want to work. I just don’t have any skills that would garner me employment. But that’s what I want to do. I want to earn a living and get myself somewhere to live. A simple room is all I need. Work and have a place to sleep at night and to buy myself food. That’s what I want. That’s… that’s all I want.”

Anna dropped her gaze to her folded hands in her lap. Funny, she used to want more. She used to want it all. She had wanted to find a husband who loved her and to have children to take care of. She used to want the life of a wife and a mother more than anything. A faithful and caring woman to her man and a provider and teacher to her children. They would be so happy… they would have a wonderful life in the castle. Anna was even sure that given her having children, Elsa would eventually come around and be her sister again. The gates would be open, they could spend warm days out in the gardens and the courtyard, they could stay in the library on cold and rainy days. They could even travel the world if they wanted to…

Now all she could think about was want for the most basic things. Work, food and shelter. That was all. She had no idea how hard it was when everything in life wasn’t handed to you on a silver platter. What must Kristoff think of her now, knowing where she came from, knowing that she had a title and a crown. Or at least, she used to. This wonderful man who had supported her when she was begging in the streets was probably coming to regret helping a spoiled brat whose only family left had been torn away from her by Royalty just like them.

Anna sighed. She wished Kristoff would say something. Anything. But he remained silent and Anna couldn’t stand it anymore. She got up and started to pace the small room, muttering that she was going to have to figure something out soon or she was going to end up dying on the streets. Winter was fast approaching and she honestly didn’t know if she could survive another one. The last one had been bad enough. She truly didn’t think she was going to make it some nights, so cold she thought she was going to lose some toes and fingers.

“Work with me then.”

Anna stopped in her tracks, her back to him. He didn’t just say that, did he?

“I mean it,” he continued in a quiet tone, perhaps understanding what was running through her mind. “I could teach you the trade, kind of like an apprentice. I would pay you accordingly and I have lots of tools. There’s a harvester I know whose teenage son has just grown out of all last season’s clothing. I’m sure I could get them for a decent price. My tent is big enough to sleep two. I sleep on the ground, but I can get you a bed roll so it’s not too uncomfortable. I have a cabin, for the off days. Whenever we’re between harvests. It’s not much, at all, but there’s enough room for me to build another bed….”

His voice trailed off, like he felt his words were falling on deaf ears since Anna still had her back to him. She couldn’t move a muscle. Tear after tear coursed down her cheeks and face, gathering under her chin before they dripped to the floor. She was too shocked to move, too scared that if she was to look him in the eyes that he might take it all back.

All he had done for her and he was willing to do this as well. He was opening up his entire life to help her, allowing her a way out of her predicament completely at his time and expense. Anna didn’t think she would ever be able to understand his reasons. She had come to know that every one of his intentions were pure. He didn’t ask her for anything and yet his was willing to give her everything. There was only one thing she could say to him.

“Why?” she said to the wall in front of her as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“I told you why.”

“No,” Anna shook her head, turning around slowly and forcing gaze to meet his eyes. “Tell me the real reason.”

His gaze flicked ever so quickly to her hair before he stared back at her blankly. Anna suddenly understood why he was being so tight lipped. He was simply being kind to her before, but now there was something else behind his intentions. She could see it in his eyes. At least, that’s what she thought she saw in his eyes. Regardless, he was going to tell her and he was going to tell her now.

“I have told you everything,” she continued at his silence, “Now you will tell me how you know me.”

His tongue darted out and licked his dry lips. “It’s not my story to tell,” he said carefully.

“Whose then? The parents I had to bury? The sister who no doubt remains a prisoner to an evil man? If not from you, then who?”

“Anna, it’s complicated-“

“No. No, you listen to me,” Anna growled, striding towards where he sat on the bed and looking down at him. “I am tired of people lying to me, of people keeping secrets from me! I will not put up with it any longer! I-“

“Okay,” he shouted. Anna looked down at him for a moment, breathing hard. “Okay,” he said more softly as he looked up into her eyes.

Anna gave him a curt nod and waited.

He inhaled deeply and let out a slow breath as he looked to the floor. “I saw you, when you were a young child, as I was. You had a streak in your hair and your parents and sister were rushing you to see…” He swallowed quickly, “My family.”

“What does your family have to do with this?” Anna asked, still angry but genuinely curious.

“They are, how shall I put this… um, healers.” He sighed, “Among other things,” he added under his breath.

“What?”

“Look, they healed you when your sister accidentally struck you with her powers. Then you were made to… not remember what happened.”

“How is that possible?”

He finally looked up. “I can honestly say I don’t really know.”

“So, you’re not a healer like them.”

“Not exactly.”

“What does that mean? Actually, you know what, never mind. What happened to me after that?”

Kristoff shrugged. “I have no idea. Your family took you home and I never saw you again. Well, until a week ago. But I didn’t know until today… until I saw your hair.”

Anna searched his eyes as he held her gaze. He was telling the truth but it felt like he was holding something back. Either way Anna was honestly too exhausted to get into it. She didn’t want to think about the past anymore. She didn’t want to think about how fucked up her life had been. She didn’t want to think about the pain and the hardship and the hard and lonely years.

In truth she wanted to think about Kristoff’s offer. About working for a living. About having a roof over her head even if it was a tent, and food in her belly and maybe living like an actual human being again, not having to beg and steal or worry about finding a place to sleep or how she was going to survive the winter.

She sighed and sat beside him on the bed, staring into the floor. “I’m sorry. When it comes to my past, I feel so…. Lost.”

“It’s okay, Anna. I understand.”

Anna chuckled softly to herself. There was no way he could understand, but his sentiment was nice. She let out a long sigh. She didn’t want to talk about the past anymore.

“So, you are serious? About teaching me the trade?”

He waited until she looked up and over at him. “I am.”

“Well, okay then. I would love to become your apprentice. And…. Thank you.”

Kristoff was still for a moment before he responded. “Just do me a favour?”

“Sure.”

“Don’t keep thanking me. Please.”

Anna smiled at him and nodded. She understood. He had all his cards on the table – he was going to help her get her life back and he was not doing it for any other reason than he was trying to pay forward the kindness that had once been paid to him. Perhaps it was a way to ease his soul.

“Well,” Kristoff said as he stood up when it seemed like he couldn’t stand the sudden silence between them. “Let’s go grab a meal in the tavern downstairs and get some sleep. We’ll head up the mountain tomorrow and it’s going to be a long day.”

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shadysuccubus · 4 years

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Tales of the Queen

2 - On the Conquest of Kingdoms

Every step back, every bit of yielded ground, feels a small defeat.

Your blade, guided by the finest tutors and experience against would-be assassins and fanatics, dances.

It dances over every lost bit of marble floor, whistles and slices the air in time with each scuff of your boots, drowned out by the riotous war outside the Hall of Honored Kings.

You catch the moment where the Queen rolls her eyes, an annoyed huff escaping her painted black lips. Your instincts scream that this must be your moment - that you must end her here and now, or her onslaught will overwhelm you.

You lunge toward her, low and fast. Your sword is tight to your chest, the slender blade nothing like the hand-and-a-half sword that she swings with an effortlessness that feels vexingly unfair.

The flames of the blaze spreading down the hall reflect on your steel almost as brightly as the verdant glow of the metal as it leaps toward her throat.

You think, maybe, you register the motion that leaves your wrist pinned to the floor.

Between the finely filigreed greave protecting her shin and the stone warm from the radiating heat as the world burns around you, you can't tell how it even happened. Flexing with all your might, you cannot slip back past, your sword trapped on the other side and just as immobile.

"It's not fair!" You snap the words out, glaring up toward her.

"Completely fair," replies the Queen. "Besides, your struggling was getting boring."

"You promised!" You hiss back at her, frustration and defeat welling up like a poisonous spring. "You promised you'd leave my kingdom alone!"

You almost swallow the words at the expression of utterly disinterested derision she lays into you. It feels more piercing than any blade, and you almost miss it as she addresses you.

"Sweet Princess," she says, voice a low, sinful purr that elicits the most unwanted of reactions from your body, "I promised no such thing. Your advisors simply deceived you."

"'Your kingdom shall be left at peace for so long as you wish for it.' Those were your exact words!" You vainly strain at your wrist again, wincing at the unflinching strength holding it immobile. "Weren't they? Those were your words!"

She sighs, and shifts her knee. With a deft catch of her steel covered toes, she hooks the hilt of your sword and sends it flying, but she does seem to let you up.

For a moment.

Even as you rub at your wrist and contemplate rising to confront her, to spend more of your frustration and the ache of how weak you feel before her, you find yourself pulled up by her gauntlet.

So far does she lift, that you are looking down on her face, a rare occurrence if the tales are to be believed; even those taller than she tend to be forced low. For an instant, you are stricken by the specter of her beauty, coexisting in tandem with the power she bears in her green eyes so easily.

"Six."

The simple word feels jarring, out of place, and you blink at her. "W-what?"

"Six assassination attempts in the last year. Two royal carriages burned. Three of your most loyal advisors, the only loyal advisors I should note, slain." She laughs and shakes her head. "Then there was your annual address to the people."

"I-" You swallow, looking away as your cheeks burn with remembered embarrassment. "I just want the people's fears put at ease, so they can live peacefully."

"Melsyn, my darling spy, recorded it for me." A sly, thin-lipped grin sneaks onto her face. You can't help but squirm slightly when your eyes meet again. "Shall I recite it to you? 'Weight of the crown', was it? Something to that effect."

Despite her feigned nonchalant recollection, it is precise - an exact recounting.

"You wish to be at the reins of this kingdom no more than you wish to be bickering day and night with your arrogant little shits who profess to be your advisors."

The truth strikes at your heart with more finality than any blade or arrow. It hurts, aching like crawling ice stealing all senses from your body through a haze of bleak sorrow.

You are Princess, but not for any want or plan of your own. The King had but one heir, and you are denied being a Queen yourself by your defiance of your advisors, for you would never take a husband. It is all the worse to think upon how it is the oil to the water that is your wish to live unassailed by your responsibility for thousands of subjects.

Through that veil cuts a soft touch.

The Queen's thumb gently brushes your jaw, a salve to the burgeoning numbness.

"Never will they force you to consider a suitor again, nor try and remove you for the favor of your cousin, nor anything of the sort," the Queen says, her form a wavering mirage through the water in your eyes. "Let them try their strength on a Queen instead."

Her thumb finds your lips, pressing against them with a soft, inexorable power.

Your sigh rushes against her skin, and your feet are firmly on the ground again, you realize.

You purse your lips against her thumb, and she lets you kiss it. There is relief from the burdens there, from the treachery.

The Queen is against you, the power in her toned body more solid somehow than the stone walls and pillars that surround you. "You are mine."

You nod in assent.

At that accordance, her thumb pushes into your mouth, a taste of faint sweat, blood, and -her-.

"Good. Now," she says, her smooth, low voice rolling through you like fire, "you'll learn how well I treat the women who are mine."

#Tales of the Queen #content that is not safe for work #lesbian/wlw harem

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sleepy-verse · 4 years

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Name: Dabi

Age: 19

Gender: Male

Sexuality: Unknown

Birthday: Unknown

Race/Ethnicity: Japanese on my father side and European-Japanese on my mother's side.

Species: 1/2 Yokai and 1/2 Human

Alignment: Assembly of Gold and Affilante of the Ninja Dragon Clan (Good)

Hometown: Uptown Springdale, Springdale (Central Europe)

Appearance: As a human, he looks like an oridanry Japanese person, but he have a pale complexion;snow white skin, golden eyes, and light brown hair, his bang shaped to the left side and cover his left eye. When he is 7-9 years old, his hair is shoulder-length that is on his right shoulder and kept tied loosely to the side on her right shoulder with a dark black tie, and he wore a floral pattern purple kimono with a dark purple sash, a dark blue puffy short, and straw sandals. At 19, his kimono is black and white with a floral pattern purple haori, bandages for his legs, black sock, and straw sandals.

His Yokai form is similar to his dad, but different. He wears a dark green kimono with a navy blue furry overcoat hanging off his waist, tied with a purple belt. He wears black shin covered fingerless gloves, as well as straw sandals. Around his neck's an azure, wisp-like scarf with tails resembling dragon heads but changes colors like a mood ring. Red when he get angry, and blue means sadness. His hair now have teal streaks is in a high ponytail tied tight by a ponytail holder, and his azure flame scarf with two dragon-like heads can change color based on mood.

Powers/Abilities/Skills:

- He attacks by letting his dragon scarf bite the opponent which has a base power of 80-120.

- A B ranked Fire-attribute Yokai. He is a Fire Yo-kai, he is strong over Ice Yo-kai, but is weak against Water Yo-kai.

- Skilled Fighter; Since he is a member of the Slippery Tribe, he is notable for buffing his allies' stats with their inspiritments, while also being hard to be negatively inspirited by the opponents. He have serpentine-like attributes based on sea creatures, or merely have really long body parts. He is often very independent-minded.

- Break floor tiles by punching the floor.

- His teammates feel protected by him causing the speed stats to go up a lot.

Weaknesses:

- Weak against Water Yokai

- The scarf have a mind of it own, which have Dabi trouble controlling them.

- He give people high expectations for them and would give them strict punishment if they did not reach unrealistic standards he gave them.

- He is a fighter through and through, and he doesn't make friends easily.

Weapon(s): Dragon-like Scarf

Relatives:

Katie Adams (Biological Mother)

Venoct (Biological Father)

Rebecca Forester (Maternal Grandmother)

Jason Forester (Maternal Grandfather)

Kenny Forester (Maternal Great Grandfather)

Kelly Forester (Maternal Great Grandmother)

Nathan Adams (Stepfather)

Nate x Katie's canon kids from the anime: Yokai Watch Darkside:

Keisuke Amano (Half brother)

Natsume Amano (Half sister)

Whisper (His stepfather's butler)

Background: Not much is known about how Katie and Venoct got together, and Katie being pregnant wasn’t known as well. Dabi’s existence was only made known when Katie is taken to the hospital and got pregnant with his child. Since she is now an adult and unable to see Venoct and they also can't be together due to coming from different world, she admit that his father left him.

Since then, Dabi grew up in Uptown Springdale with his mother and her parents, her husband, Nate Adams and his parents. He didn’t talk to the others much, instead he just stayed close with his mom.

He was taken at the age of 9, he awaken his Yokai Blood resulting in being captured by a Yokai sent by Lord Enma who erase memories of his existences from people who known him. Dabi was sent to the Yokai World where he was on trial for having exist into the world since it is forbidden for a Yokai and human to fall in love and could have disrupted the balance between Yokai and humans. His existence could have been sent to execution and his soul will be destroyed and not be reincarnated to human or yokai. He managed to escape with a help of another Yokai criminal who sacrifice his life to help him escape. He have been on the run, trying to get off-radar from the Yokais ever since. He did met/reunite with his mom, but saw she already have kids of her own. He try to get her to notice him that he is here, but he is invisible to their eyes and did not remeber him at all. Broken hearted that his mom did not have the heart to find him, he let her go.

In one of his hiding places, Gravity Falls, young Aksel (who obtains a Yokai Watch) and spotted Dabi one day (He saw him meditating on the waterfall and doing pushups and punching trees) and captured him to record in his journal. Aksel requested Avaline to make an invention that allows the family of scientist who study in the supernatural that were friends to his great-great-uncle Stan see him and be trapped in the container and only the scientists and released and captured him back. Dabi was sent to be research and experimented by scientists having him force to fight and trained his powers to the limits. Years later he is recruited by Assembly of Gold by Wonder Woman/Bruce Wayne an offer to protect him.

Personality: An air-headed individual who seemed to constantly wander off in thought and never focus on one thing. Impassive and tended to think only for himself and operated on logic alone, almost never letting emotion guide him. However, he is shifted to a serious, very harsh, and strict individual who shows no concern for those who do not abide the Assembly of Gold conduct. His expectations for his fellow members are nigh-unrealistic (berating PJ for her injury during a rescue mission) making him devoted to his position as the member of the Assembly of Gold. He is so devoted that he tried to discline and have people follows the codes of the A.O.G. He is always been a quiet and reserved person. He have always been more of an observer than a socializer, causing him to be a bit outcasted.

He hold a strong grudge on Aksel and Avaline, wanting revenge on them.

Dabi used to be a boy who is shy and a heart of gold who loved his mom so much, before hardening his heart when being sent to the World of Yokai and be seem as a criminal, losing an old friend nack in the Yokai World, his mom lost the sight to see him and not remembering him, his time in being experimented on after being captured by Aksel.

He does not like wearing modern clothes, he preferred traditional clothing and loves his culture. His kimono was a gift to his mom and wears it often to be close to him as a kid. Plus the clothes his stepfather gave him is boring.

He would never break the few bonds he's forged from his teammates despite his initial interaction with them is cold. Extremely loyal to Wonder Woman/Bruce Wayne.

Owned by @froppy-butterflyfan2000

#Froppys Art #Dabi #Assembly of Gold #Ninja-Dragon Clan

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welllpthisishappening · 5 years

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The Period of the Long Change (11/15)

It’s quick. One second she’s standing there and everything is fine and then Emma looks up and it’s not. It’s awful. And the lights are too bright and there are too many rooms and too many opinions and her phone won’t stop ringing because everything seems to be changing all at once. She’s never been great at coping with change. But, maybe, if she can just figure it out and stay right where she is, with Killian Jones, captain of the New York Rangers, at her side, it’ll be alright.

It’s slow. One second he’s standing there and everything is fine and then Killian’s breath catches and it’s not. It’s terrifying. And the noises are too loud and there are too many questions and he can’t find the right answers to any of them, not sure how to cope with everything changing all at once. That’s never really been his forte. But, maybe, if he can just figure it out and stay right where he is, with Emma Swan, director of New York Rangers community relations, at his side, it’ll be alright.

It’s another season and another challenge and Emma and Killian are both struggling to get over the boards.

Rating: Mature Word Count: 8K or so. I got really intent on similar lengths this story. AN: If you’re still clicking and reading this, I really appreciate it. Thanks for sticking with it. And me. Both of those things are very nice.

Also on Ao3 and FF.net and Tumblr if that’s your jam.

Phillip’s mother had not been in Montréal.

She’d been in Toronto.

Figured.

And she showed up an hour before Phillip’s ceremony.

Figured. Again.

“Swan, you’ve got to breathe, love,” Killian said. By her last count that was the fifth time he’d told Emma that since they’d gotten out of the car.

She glared at him.

He didn’t blink.

“I feel we’re at some kind of ceremonial impasse,” Emma grumbled, digging the toe of her shoe into the recently rediscovered carpet in her office. She wasn’t sure when that had happened exactly – had been far too busy trying to make sure Phillip’s mother got a jersey that fit and Kristoff had paled a little when met with the look on Emma’s face when he questioned her – but it was probably Merida’s doing and there was almost enough room in that office to get around easily.

Almost.

They still had to get through Casino Night and were still waiting on the video poker thing to get there and Zelena was somewhere, probably pacing and making another list and Emma needed to get to the team suite so she could see the ice. She needed to make sure the carpet laid flat so Aurora stopped worrying about falling over.

She was really worried about falling over.

Machine. The word she’d been looking for before was machine. It was a video poker machine and they’d ordered four because that was, somehow, still cheaper than a new roulette table.

Killian’s hands wrapped around Emma’s shoulders, effectively holding her in place when she tried to starting pacing on instinct.

“I need you to take at least three actual, real deep breaths for me,” he said, and he didn’t let go, even when Emma twisted and wiggled and Matt was doing figure eights around three stacks of papers that detailed the Casino Night food orders.

Emma sighed, letting her head crash into his chest and that couldn’t have been good for his ribs because the right side of his body was still a little purple and changing the bandages that morning had been a very particular type of challenge.

Mostly because it involved Killian without a shirt on.

And doing whatever he’d done with his eyebrows and his mouth and Emma was still worried about everything, but her husband was also kind of absurdly attractive and she kind of needed a distraction.

Not that that was a distraction.

God, that sounded awful even in her head.

Phillip’s ceremony would last fifteen minutes and, she was convinced, it would be the longest fifteen minutes of her life.

She could not remember if someone had given his mom a jersey.

Kristoff hadn’t actually said anything when they’d stormed into the locker room. Maybe Emma needed to find Anna. She could do something about Kristoff’s face.

Killian chuckled lightly, chest shaking against Emma’s forehead as he wrapped an around her waist and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “That’s not breathing, Swan,” he mumbled into her hair.

“Yeah, well, that’s because Phillip’s mom terrified me.”

“She was a little intense, huh?” Emma hummed, burrowing against him and that wasn’t good either, but he didn’t object and she knew he wouldn’t and maybe they both desperately needed a distraction. “No wonder Aurora’s so stressed out all the time. Did we ever find out what she was doing in Toronto?” “I’d imagine she lives there.” “Hysterical.” “That was not a joke. That was a straight fact. And also what Lucas told me when she, somehow, found her.” “I think she searched like Canadian census records,” Emma said. She hadn’t moved her head. Matt was still running in circles. That was not going to end well. “Does Canada have a census?” “I’d imagine they do,” Killian laughed, leaning back so Emma had to glance up and she wasn’t entirely prepared for the smile or whatever the hell he was doing with the rest of his face, but that was absurdly attractive too and this was going to be the longest fifteen minutes of her life.

“But,” Killian added. “I think Lucas made some calls to the league office and some kind of draft record and Phillip’s mother apparently splits her time in several Canadian cities and major metropolitan areas of Europe.” “Where does Lithuania fall into that?” “I think she was born there. Still holds citizenship. That means Rook can play international for them and never has to worry about getting cut from Team USA.” Emma let out a low whistle, Killian’s eyes widening slightly at the quasi-insult and they needed to get out of that office. They needed to get Peggy off the goddamn floor, but she kept squirming whenever one of them picked her up and crying when anyone held onto her for longer than four seconds and Emma understood that.

She kind of wanted to run a marathon.

“That was kind of harsh,” Emma muttered, Killian shrugging slightly like being the face of that particular brand of hockey wasn’t much more than a passing thought. “Phillip’s mom is super intimidating and I don’t think Kristoff wanted to give her a jersey.” “No, he did.” “Wait, what?” “He did.” “When? I was standing there.” Killian made a contradictory noise, rocking his head slightly and he had to let go of her waist to catch a very energetic four-year-old around the middle before he practically flew out the door and into the hallway. Merida was trying to get Emma’s attention on her walkie-talkie.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, but she couldn’t quite get much of a threat in her voice. It was difficult to do that when Matt was laughing so loudly and he still hadn’t quite come to terms with a Rangers game that didn’t involve Killian, but he’d resolutely refused to wear any jersey except a Jones one when they left the apartment.

“It means you left the locker room because, one, Pegs is closing in on walking and won’t hold still for more than a few seconds so you didn’t want her in the middle of pre-game. And, two, that you also had to leave so you could hear Merida’s slightly frantic message about the carpet.” “You think the super-sonic hearing thing is just a result of growing up in the brownstone or you think you’re genetically blessed?”

Killian grinned, twisting Matt in his hold and tugging him up against his side. “Stay still for half a minute, Mattie,” he mumbled, eyes never leaving Emma’s and she really needed to stop swooning over her own husband.

Easier said than done.

“And I’m assuming you did something vaguely menacing and captain-like in between all of that? Also it’s entirely possible that she’s just frustrated by how loud this stupid arena is and not any closer to walking than she was a week ago.” “Ah, there’s no room for that kind of pessimism, Swan. Walking, skating, world domination. All within reach.” “You think she’s going to take over the world?” Emma arched an eyebrow, and Killian couldn’t really shrug when Matt was hanging off his shoulder, but his smile got wider and, probably, more powerful, but she did not have time to think about that.

Merida was screaming into the walkie-talkie.

“With that kind of upper-body strength? Of course.” “Is that a prerequisite?

“I think it probably helps,” Killian grinned. Matt kicked him in the shin, legs flailing and laughter still lingering in the air around them. Ruby had joined the walkie-talkie fray. “It’s only a matter of time, Swan. Weebling will become wobbling or however it works.” “I don’t think that’s how it works.” He nodded seriously, but they were only an hour away from puck drop and she really was curious about what he’d done. “You going to finish your story, then?” she asked, tugging on the back of Matt’s jersey when it twisted against him. “Mattie, you’ve got to stop moving. You’re going to hurt Dad.” Matt stopped laughing abruptly, the sound almost echoing in Emma’s ears. She hissed in a breath of air, wincing when she realized what she said and even Peggy stopped crawling on the tiny bit of blanket that she just kept in one of her desk drawers.

They needed to stop putting Peggy on the floor in her office.

“Sorry,” Matt mumbled, burying his face into Killian’s neck and the letters all sounded like one elongated sound with a few added ‘w’ just to really drive the depressing point home. Emma pinched the bridge of her nose, biting her lip and ignoring several walke-talkie based attacks and Killian shook his head when she met his gaze.

She hadn’t actually asked a question.

That absolutely did not matter.

And one of Matt’s shoes had fallen off at some point.

“I’m fine, Mattie,” Killian promised, hitching his arm under their kid’s legs and trying to rest him on his hip instead of his side, but the kid in question was also four and far heavier than he had been a few years before.

“Emma,” Ruby screeched. She needed to turn the walkie-talkie volume down. She had no idea where Ruby got the walkie-talkie from.

She huffed, frustrated by another conversation that had, effectively, fallen off the metaphorical rails. “What? God, what could you possibly want right now?” “Whoa, whoa, whoa. Retract the fangs or whatever.”

“Seriously, what is with you and the metaphors? That didn’t even make sense.” “Is that a metaphor? Cap, do you think that was a metaphor?” “How did you know Killian was here?” Emma asked sharply, and it wasn’t easy to try and hold a baby, a walkie-talkie and fold a blanket at the same time her mind was trying to remember if she’d told the Garden sound guy about the music he was supposed to play before the video tribute.

That couldn't have been the right word at all.

That sounded worse than memorial.

All of these words made Phillip sound like he was dead.

No wonder he didn’t want the ceremony.

“Please,” Ruby sighed. “Where else was he going to be? Pegs start walking around your office yet? She better not, I’m going to be really annoyed if it happens and I’m not there.” “Yeah, that’s not your call, really, Lucas,” Killian said. He pulled Peggy out of Emma’s arms, a kid holding onto either side of him and there were fingers in his hair and the front of his shirt and tie because he had to wear a tie to games on the off chance that the cameras panned to him in the team suite.

The cameras would absolutely pan to him in the team suite.

“And I absolutely do not care, Cap. Is someone going to answer my question or, like, what’s the deal with that?” “I honestly cannot remember it,” Emma muttered. She threw the blanket back on the floor, giving up on proper folds as soon as Killian glanced her direction and they were so far behind schedule it was almost comical.

Or it would have been if her pulse would settle down.

She wasn’t sure if that was entirely because of the ceremony or how hardcore Phillip’s mom was or how ridiculously attracted she was to her own husband when said husband was being some kind of picture-perfect dad.

It was probably all of them.

Equally.

Not equally. The picture-perfect dad thing was definitely, at least, half. Maybe even like two thirds.

They all needed to get some kind of elementary school refresher from Mary Margaret.

“Ok, first of all, that’s rude,” Ruby started, and her voice sounded far closer than it should have. She smiled when they walked out of Emma’s office, the door slamming shut behind them and Killian groaned when some type of limb collided with a different part of his body. Matt barely slowed down, running towards Ruby as quick as he could and she almost didn’t keep her balance, crouching down to catch him and pull him towards her.

“Hey, mini-Jones,” Ruby said. Her walkie-talkie was on the ground. “How come you were hanging off your dad? You’re going to mess up his tie and he’s never going to fix it and then he’s going to look ridiculous on camera.” “Look who’s being rude now, Lucas.” Her smile didn’t change, hooking her chin over Matt’s shoulder so she could stare at them with a look that was nothing short of confident and certain and Ruby knew something.

No wonder she’d stolen a walkie-talkie.

“Did you take Merida’s?” Emma asked. “Or did you just find your own somewhere and make someone tell you what line we’re on?” “You know we’re a professional hockey team, right? We do have more than one walkie-talkie available for major events.” “Is this a major event?” “You planned it, Em.” Emma made a noncommittal noise in the back of her throat, leaning back when Killian managed to drift back into her space. Ruby scowled. “Don’t tell Rook that,” Killian said. “He’s freaking out enough as it is. Thinks the whole thing’s going to mess with his head and he’s going to embarrass everyone on the ice tonight.”

“He knows that’s ridiculous, right?” “Have you met his mom? Or his dad, for that matter? I’m surprised they both didn’t fly to South Korea to denounce his very existence when he didn’t win gold.” “Yeah, they’re kind of terrifying, right?” Ruby asked, and Emma didn’t think she imagined the way her arms tightened around Matt a bit.

“I didn’t meet his dad yet,” Emma admitted. “I’ve been kind of swamped. Is the carpet ready for the ice yet? Also seriously why did you take a walkie-talkie? And why are you here? Shouldn’t you be running pre-game?” “It’s less than an hour until puck drop, if there’s still media in the locker room, I’m pretty positive Arthur will just stab them with a skate.” “God.” “She’s got a point, Swan,” Killian muttered, an arm back around her shoulders and Peggy yanking on his tie. “Plus a three-game losing streak? Arthur’s probably broken several whiteboards already.” “Six,” Ruby answered lightly. She stood up, wincing when one of her knees cracked in the process, but she didn’t let Matt move away from her, resting both her hands on his shoulders and she was the single most frustrating person on the planet when she had information before anyone else.

Occupational hazard.

Ruby loved being the one to break news.

And lording it over everyone else.

“Six?” Killian repeated skeptically. “Why are that many whiteboards in the locker room?” “For reasons exactly like this, Cap. Obviously. Also, I didn’t steal any walkie-talkies because, as mentioned, we’ve got more than two walkie-talkies to our name and Merida would never actually admit to being frustrated by Emma’s tendency to ignore her.” “That was a very round about way to criticize,” Emma said. Killian kissed her hair.

“I’m not,” Ruby argued. “I agree with you about Rook’s parents and, I swear, his mom could probably get Gina to stop glaring because she absolutely does it better. But I also know you were up here, probably freaking out about all of this, and I am here to tell you that, a, it’s fine, b, it will continue to be fine and, three, you really need to get into the team suite because TV wants to camera pan to Cap at some point since he won’t be on the ice and it’s his linemate. Apparently we’re all in on team unity or something.” “Did you change from letters to numbers at the end just to frustrate me?” “And also because it’s hysterical.” “I promise, it’s not.”

Ruby made a face, shaking her head and pressing half a dozen kisses to Matt’s cheek when he started bobbing impatiently on the balls of his feet. “You look like your dad, but you are as prone to impatience as your mom, mini-Jones.” Emma groaned, but Ruby was unaffected by the whole thing and Killian might have mumbled that’s true under his breath. “Traitor,” she accused, prying Peggy’s fingers away from his tie and his shirt and it only ended with her getting her hair tugged, but they really needed to get out of that hallway or Emma was going to kiss him with a very opinionated and slightly disgruntled audience around.

She still didn’t know if Phillip’s mom got her jersey.

“Also,” Ruby added, slamming her finger into the elevator button behind her. “Mary Margaret and David are here. Which is mostly the reason I showed up.” “So you weren’t just here to mock my event?” “Who do you think I am?” “You are you and prone to mocking. And I also know you weren’t just here to announce arrivals that I probably got text messages about anyway.”

“You actually check your phone?” “Absolutely not. I don’t even know where it is.” “In my pocket,” Killian said, stepping through the open elevator doors and they should just take his tie off. It was a hazard at this point. He shrugged when both Emma and Ruby gaped at him, a lopsided smile and a baby in his arms and that was ridiculous. Totally unfair. Emma didn’t really care about Phillip’s mom anymore. “I figured you’d need it eventually,” he reasoned. “And Mary Margaret texted me too because she knew Emma wouldn’t look at her phone. Banana'a here too.” “Did they come together?” Emma asked, not sure why that made her heart feel like it was exploding a little bit. It was surprisingly pleasant.

“Nah. Coincidental taxi crossover. Or so Banana told me.” “That’s very creative, although I’m not sure it really makes sense.” “Tell Banana that. I did already. It’ll make me sound way more convincing if we tag-team the argument.” Ruby gagged, Matt laughing into her side and it might have been the longest elevator ride in the world. Merida’s voice wasn’t quite clear on the walkie-talkie. “Gross,” Ruby announced, and Chase Square was already filled with fans when the elevator doors opened. There were far more Débleu jerseys than usual. “Seriously, Cap, fix your tie before they pan to you on TV or Anna will have even more reason to make fun of you than how obnoxiously into your wife you are.” “If that was supposed to be an insult, it fell a little flat, Lucas.”

“No, that was just a fact.”

Killian rolled his eyes, but did as instructed, a particularly impressive feat in the middle of a crowd that was very quick to recognize him. He smiled and nodded and took a handful of pictures before some security guard realized what was happening and directed them around the corner towards the player’s entrance.

They didn’t say anything more in the second elevator, Matt’s not-quite-quiet commentary about the Flames and the power play and holding it in the zone like that was a phrase he understood. He absolutely understood it.

And Ruby’s eyes flickered towards Mary Margaret as soon as they walked into the team suite, Anna already making faces at Leo. “She’s a goddamn baby thief,” Killian mumbled, but the insult lost most of his edge when he started making his own faces at Peggy and Emma knew they were all keeping secrets.

“You might want to reconsider that when I’m fairly certain it’s hereditary,” Emma suggested.” “I’m not actually related to Banana.” “Shut up, KJ,” Anna yelled from the other side of the team suite, and Ruby was whispering something to Mary Margaret. “Also, hi, Emma!” “Hi, Anna,” Emma mumbled, smile tugging at her mouth without her explicit permission and there was carpet on the ice.

Ruby glanced at her. “I told you it’d be fine.” “Do not presume to know exactly what I’m thinking.” “I’m not. It’s another fact. Tell her, Cap.” “I’m not doing that, Lucas,” Killian said. “When are they going to pan to me? Is there an actual plan or you just letting TV order us around?” “You need to keep flirting with Emma so you’re not quite as abrasive. Or are you just super frustrated about how,” she covered both of Matt’s ears, “shitty the power play is without you in front of the net?” “You’re just wandering around throwing out opinions no one asked for, aren’t you?” “I’d repeat my last two questions, but that seems redundant.” “Let go of my kid’s head, please.” Anna chuckled, earning several confused glances and both teams were trying to do warmups with a goddamn carpet in the middle of the ice. “What?” she asked. “That was a funny sentence. And KJ does that whole snarl thing when he’s trying to use his captain voice. It’s hysterical when he thinks he’s some kind of authority.” “Only when you aren’t undermining it, Banana.” She stuck her tongue out. “Mer,” Emma said, yanking the walkie-talkie off her belt with enough force that she was slightly worried about the stitching of her clothes. “Did we agree the carpet was going to be out there for warmups? That seems like a pretty major hazard.” Merida didn’t answer. “Mer!” “Uh, yeah, yeah, boss, I’m here. And no, that was definitely not part of the plan.” Emma cursed a variety of different words that mostly just revolved around facilities spending a prolonged period of time in several different underworlds and she wished she knew more Norwegian. It always sounded more intimidating.

She’d started pacing at some point. Or, possibly, just jumping up and down and Mary Margaret knew something too. She kept licking her lips and staring at her shoes and back up at Emma like she wanted to shout several headlines in her face – a move she’d already done in the last twenty-four hours because the New York media contingent had several metaphorical field days with Killian’s press conference.

And maybe Emma had watched it more than once.

Maybe she hoped that wasn’t as crazy as she was worried it absolutely was.

It was romantic.

Whatever.

They’d gotten the carpet on the ice too early.

“How did that happen?” Emma demanded, glancing around the room like any of them would be able to answer. Peggy almost tripped over her own feet, standing in the middle of the team suite with her arms above her head and hands wrapped up in Killian’s and that was more than enough for some of the fight to fall out of Emma.

“I can’t believe you’re trying to calm me down with our own kid,” she grumbled.

Killian grinned. And Mary Margaret might have sniffled. She, at least, took her phone out. “Is it working?”

“Kind of. Depends on what Reese’s and Ruby are gossiping about.” “There is no gossip,” Mary Margaret promised, but even Anna laughed at the obvious lie and David winced as if it physically pained him to hear those words. “What? C’mon, there’s not!” “You should have practiced that some more, Reese’s.” “She did,” David mumbled. Anna laughed louder.

“Aw, that’s not fair at all,” Mary Margaret sighed, slumping into a chair with her legs hanging over the side and it felt a bit like junior year of college and watching the Rangers in their dorm because David stole the remote. Only with a much bigger carpet disaster.

Emma hoped they hadn’t reached disaster level yet.

“M’s, did you honestly practice telling Emma a lie before you got up here?” Ruby asked, smile taking up half her face. She’d let go of Matt at some point, letting him run towards the glass and start shouting cheers that Roland and Henry had undoubtedly taught him over the Christmas break.

“No,” Mary Margaret said. “No! That would be insane.” “And we’re certainly not insane,” Killian muttered. He pulled the walkie-talkie out of Emma’s hands, turning the volume down, which, honestly was probably for the best because she still kept listening to her music too loud and she was very likely doing irreparable damage to her eardrums or something.

Mary Margaret nodded. “Absolutely not. Your tie is crooked.” “Pegs is a menace.” “With some honestly ridiculous lower-body strength. She start running around yet?”

“God, stop suggesting that we’re looming close to walking,” Emma groaned. She stuffed the walkie-talkie back in her pocket and they were all professional hockey players, they could skate around the goddamn carpet. As long as Aurora didn’t fall over later, she didn’t care.

“It’s got to be close though, right?” Mary Margaret pressed, and that inflection wasn’t right either. Emma narrowed her eyes. “What did you bet on?” “What?” “Is that what the gossiping is about? And why Rubes was so mad at the thought of Pegs walking without her being there to confirm it? Did this team bet on Peggy’s first steps?” “No!” “Try again, Reese’s. “ “No.” “Oh, that was worse than the last time,” Ruby sighed, leaning against the door behind her. “M’s, you’ve really got to get better at this. We can’t deal with the garbage lying for the rest of our lives. It’s just going to be exhausting.” “That doesn’t seem like a problem?” “Yeah,” David agreed. “Maybe we shouldn't be advocating better lying. Aren’t we supposed to be the responsible ones? Also, Em, stop glaring at all of us. It’s not that big of a deal. This is...familial and fun. And I’ve got to pay for Rol’s onion rings again later, so you can deal with this.” “That will cost you twenty bucks, tops,” Emma seethed, twisting away from Killian’s arm when he tried to rest his hand on her shoulder again. And, really, she wasn’t that upset. She wasn’t even angry. She was, admittedly, kind of charmed by the whole, stupid thing and no one could tell Mary Margaret anything.

But she’d almost lost track of how many times she’d watched Killian’s presser and the headlines weren’t bad, were almost complimentary, and every time Emma thought about the league offer again, she was a little worried her brain was actually going to explode.

They all needed to stop making brain jokes.

It was tactless.

“That’s twenty bucks I don’t want to spend feeding a ravenous teenager,” David grumbled. “But, seriously, no sign of walking? Just standing up with Cap’s help?” “That’s still pretty impressive,” Killian argued. “I’m not disputing that. I’m just trying to save my investment.” “How much you got riding on this exactly, Sergeant?” Emma asked, glancing at the ice when the players started working their way off it and they were running out of time for witty banter. Matt was not particularly pleased warmups were over. He kept trying to shoot at the glass.

David leveled her with an even stare, the visual embodiment of older brother and Emma bit her tongue so she didn’t dissolve into slightly stressed-out hysterics. “That’s not information you need to be aware of.”

“It’s my kid though, so…”

“And,” Mary Margaret added brightly. “That’s not even remotely what the gossip was about. You guys go in the locker room yet?” Ruby groaned, sliding down the door into a less-than-professional heap and Emma could also see the color leaving Mary Margaret’s face. That was almost kind of funny too. “Oh, shit,” Mary Margaret muttered.

Emma gasped. Killian tensed next to her, head snapping from Emma to each of their kids and back again like he was checking they were still there and still fine and she really couldn’t be blamed for whatever sense of dread landed in the pit of her stomach.

It had been that kind of month.

“M’s, seriously, if you didn’t bring cookies to this game, I would say some really horrible things right to your face,” Ruby said.

“You brought cookies to this hockey game?” Emma asked. Mary Margaret shrugged, and appeared to be trying to melt into the chair she was still sitting in. “How did you get those in the Garden?”

“That security guard downstairs totally knows us now.” “And she bribed him with a cookie,” David mumbled, grinning when Mary Margaret snapped her head around to stare at him.

Emma laughed, head falling against Killian’s shoulder and both Ruby and Matt stuck their tongues out when he kissed her hair. “That’s the most Mary Margaret Nolan thing I’ve ever heard. I’m surprised the pigeons on 34th Street didn’t join in the whole thing and serenade the guy with several songs.” “That’d just make him fall asleep,” Anna pointed out. “He always kind of looks like he’s falling asleep, doesn’t he?” “To serve and protect,” Ruby intoned. She was still on the floor.

And the ceremony had started.

The music went off without a hitch, or something less than lame than the word hitch and Emma breathed an audible sigh of relief when it transitioned perfectly into the video montage. That was a much better word than tribute.

Anna chuckled when they showed Phillip getting drafted, highlights from his rookie season and they pointedly ignored the incident with Soyer and injuries and Mary Margaret sniffled again when they got to back-to-back Stanley Cup victories and smiles and parades that weren’t really that much work.

They were fun.

Emma wanted another Stanley Cup parade.

Killian didn’t move – an arm slung around Emma’s shoulders and Peggy’s fingers gripping his tie – but his fingers started drifting in between her shoulder blades when they showed the Olympics and the whole, stupid video finished with Phillip scoring in Chicago and lifting the second Stanley Cup and she turned towards him before she remembered the inevitable camera pan.

“Holy shit,” Ruby breathed. “We did actually get her a jersey.” Emma’s head jerked back to the ice, lips parted and she had no excuse for whatever her breathing was doing, panting slightly like she’d run that marathon she’d been hoping for.

Killian kept staring ahead. But his tongue darted between his lips and he muttered something to Peggy when she yanked harder on a tie that was almost perfectly Rangers blue.

“Did you do that?” Emma asked quietly. The jersey wasn’t a perfect replica of the ones Aurora and Phillip’s dad were wearing – the laces weren’t perfectly tied and Emma thought she noticed a tiny rip at the end of the right sleeve, but it was a jersey and, really, at this point, that was all any of them could ask for.

“Killian,” Emma prompted, and he blinked. “Did you threaten Kristoff in the middle of the locker room and make him give Phillip’s mom a game-worn jersey?” “I didn’t know it’d be game worn.” “Oh my God.” “And I didn’t really threaten him either, so take at least five-thousand steps back, Banana. Also if you got here on time, you definitely could have helped.” “That’s like insider trading or something, KJ,” Anna challenged, but Emma’s mind was still kind of reeling and Phillip’s mom was smiling. Beaming, in fact.

Aurora hadn’t tripped on the carpet.

“That’s not even remotely what that is,” Killian argued. “But it didn’t really matter. I think Rook’s mom was angry she thought she was going to miss it or not be allowed on the ice--” “--I wouldn’t do that,” Emma interrupted.

“Aurora might have. But, yeah, she’s incredibly intimidating and apparently a very respected museum curator or something and it’s a very strange family dynamic and I just told Kristoff to give her something from the last home game.” “And how much convincing did that require?” Anna asked archly.

“Not a lot.” “You and Reese’s should have lying competitions,” Emma mumbled, smiling when Mary Margaret clicked her tongue in reproach. She’d finally sat up straight, feet on the ground and Leo on her leg and they hadn’t figured out what the gossip was. They needed Elsa to schedule literally every conversation.

“Not a lie, Swan,” Killian said. “An amendment.” David scoffed. “That’s not the word you’re looking for either.”

“I think we really need a refresher on the English language, Reese’s,” Emma said. “Like maybe before Casino Night.” “That’s not a very long time,” Mary Margaret laughed. Phillip was kissing Aurora on the cheek, a blush on his face that absolutely had everything to do with the literal spotlight on them and there were cameras on the ice and a very loud PA announcement and people were standing and clapping and Emma didn’t really think before she turned.

It was, she’d eventually argue, partially because he wouldn’t let go of their kids and partially because he’d saved the jersey incident and partially because he was just really stupid good looking, but it was mostly because she was more in love with him than she’d been the first time he’d saved one of her events and the headlines were going to be absurd.

She had to press up on her toes because she already had enough to worry about without thinking of blisters on her heels, and Killian’s breath hitched when Emma’s lips pressed against his. It wasn’t particularly easy or a particularly good angle – one kid clinging to his very bruised ribs and the other less than pleased that his parents were making out in public spaces again – but Emma couldn’t bring herself to care.

It was a very good distraction.

It still wasn’t a distraction.

It was...her life.

That was such a dramatic thought.

Her fingers found the back of Killian’s hair, the smile clear on his face even as he kept kissing her and his hand landed on top of her ring when it fell over the front of her shirt.

“I love you,” she mumbled against him. She should have worn heels. It would have made all of this easier.

Killian laughed softly, hair falling across his forehead and breath warm against the curve of her jaw when his mouth moved there. “I love you too, Swan.” “Hey, uh, guys,” Ruby muttered, nodding to the closest TV screen and Killian cursed in Norwegian.

“Don’t repeat that,” he said immediately, glancing at Matt who was already doing just that.

They’d clearly cut away from them quickly – probably scandalized several truck operators at MSG in the process – but they’d also clearly been making out on the game broadcast and Phillip was quite obviously trying to stare at the team suite from the ice.

He looked like he was laughing.

Ruby snickered. Anna might have been guffawing. And on her phone. “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered. “No, that totally just happened. I was sitting right here, El. No, of course they didn’t plan it. I don’t know KJ was staring at Emma like she built the Earth or something.”

“The Earth didn’t get built,” Mary Margaret corrected. “If you want to get technical. The Big Bang kind of formed it and then everything evolved out of there.” “See, this is the kind of things we need a refresher on,” Emma said, but she could feel the heat on her face and Killian kept running his hand through his hair. She sighed, closing her eyes and she could hear her phone ringing. It was still in Killian’s pocket. “I need that,” she muttered.

He grimaced when he dropped it in her outstretched palm. “Swan, this is--” “No, no, this is...if the worst thing that ever happens to us again is making out on camera for an unscheduled pan, then I think we’ve won some kind of metaphorical lottery.” Emma stared meaningfully at Ruby, a smile lingering on her face as she held both hands up in mock surrender. “If Zelena is pissed, I’ll take full responsibility for the pan. Unscheduled or otherwise.” “Your mercy knows no bounds.” “Stop making out everywhere.”

“I’ve got to go deal with this,” Emma muttered, phone shaking in her grip.

Killian hummed, the hint of a smirk on his face and it was actually kind of funny. If funny was actually ridiculous and absurd and Liam was probably calling his phone too. “We’ll be fine, love.”

He kissed her again, quick and easy and Emma’s smile didn’t feel as out of place as it probably should have.

The entire suite shouted get out of here at once.

And, really, it wasn’t nearly as bad as it could have been. Zelena had to keep pausing so she wouldn’t laugh when she was using her powerful voice and Emma’s stomach stayed exactly where it was supposed for the entire conversation, feet propped up on the edge of her desk as she was reminded about professionalism and the brand and she hummed in agreement at least seventeen different times.

She didn’t actually apologize once.

She wasn’t really sorry.

And she wasn’t really ready for the knock on her office door.

“Hey,” Henry grinned, leaning against the half-open doorway with his feet crossed at the ankles and the move was almost too Killian. Emma laughed loudly, swinging her feet back onto the floor and practically leaping across the space.

Henry didn’t stumble when Emma crashed into him, far taller than she was still entirely used to with hair that probably infuriated Regina daily, but he hugged her back tightly.

“What are you doing here?” Emma asked. “Are you supposed to be here? Did I know you were going to be here? Are you the gossip that Ruby and Reese’s were talking about. Were you in the locker room before?” “God, that was like eighty-six questions at once. And no to all of them actually. This was kind of a spur of the moment thing so I could see Phillip’s ceremony and be here for Casino Night.” “I didn’t get you a ticket to Casino Night.” “I’m pretty positive Merida did.” “God, she should just be running the whole department at this point, it’d be so much more efficient.” Henry clicked his tongue, brows pulled low in something that was an almost too obvious disagreement and Emma had to blink to remind herself that the kid in front of her was actually an eighteen-year-old and kind of an adult and she always forgot how tall he was.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she demanded, tugging lightly on the front of his team-branded t-shirt to pull him further into her office. He let a quiet whoa when he saw the small explosion of paperwork, sinking down into an open chair as Emma perched on the front of her desk. “It was worse a couple days ago, honestly.” “I find that very hard to believe.” “How long have we known each other?” “Ah, yeah, that’s true,” Henry grinned. He crossed his arms, expression steady when Emma lifted her eyebrows. “You ok?” “Depends on how much you know.” “Probably way more than I should.” “You’ve always been a very good eavesdropper,” Emma said, and she could almost feel her metaphorical and literal heart strings being tugged. “You get a tux for Casino Night? Oh God, are you bringing a date?” “Of course I got a tux for Casino Night? Did Killian? Rol said he hadn’t yet.” “That was the less interesting question.” “That’s because you sound like Mom.” Emma scrunched her nose, working another laugh out of Henry and he was better at imitating Killian’s eyebrow thing than anyone else. “I’m not sure how I’m supposed to feel about that. Seriously. A date? You’re bringing a date. She a Ranger fan?” “It’d be weird to bring her to Casino Night if she wasn’t.”

Emma wasn’t sure what noise, exactly, she made in response to that, but it kind of sounded like a yelp and a screech and the general, vocal embodiment of excitement and Henry drooped in his chair. “Did you meet her at school?” “In my creative writing class.” “You read anything she’s written?” “Why does this seem like an interrogation?” “It’s not,” Emma argued. “End of the season presser at the worst.” “Yeah, we’re well acquainted with pressers now, aren’t we?” “Oh that lacked a distinct sense of subtlety. Scarlet-esque. You’re usually much better than that.”

“I’m going to tell Will you said that.”

“Ah, don’t do that,” Emma sighed. “I’m never going to hear the end of it. And he’s probably got like ten bucks on when Peggy’s going to walk.” Henry shook his head, smile a little more tremulous, but still a hint confident and Emma was breathing out of her mouth. She should have put the game on in her office. “It’s more like fifty,” Henry said. “I think they’re all trying to avoid how worried they are about Killian. Focus on something good instead, you know?” “That’s ridiculous.” “It’s nice. It’s proper family. Which is why I don’t think you should take this league job.” Emma was glad she was sitting down, gripping the front of her desk a little tighter and she was only a little surprised her eyes did not, in fact, fall out of her head. “Jumping right into the deep end of it, aren’t we?” “That’s not true at all. We hugged, we bantered a little, you interrogated me.” “That’s not what happened! How do you even know about this job?”

“Rol asked Mom if you were going to leave on the cab ride from JFK.” “God, that’s playing dirty,” Emma sighed, but Henry just shifted his eyebrows and smiled wider. He’d been taking lessons from Killian, she was sure. “Why don’t you think I should take the job?”

“Because you don’t want it.” “You’re skating on very thin ice, kid.” Henry rolled his eyes, but he sat up a little straighter – staring at Emma with a look she hadn’t seen in years, not since he was terrified Regina and Robin might send him back or decide they didn’t actually want him and she had to swallow to stop herself from crying.

Again.

God.

“You’d be great at it, Emma,” Henry said. “And it’d be so good. So it probably makes me a selfish asshole when I--” “--Hey,” she snapped. He rolled his eyes again.

“I’m in college, you don’t have to correct my speaking patterns.” “Tough luck. Keep talking.”

He saluted. “You’d be great at it, but this is...you can do all that here. You already have. Hell, look at me. Look at every GD kid you’ve ever done anything for. You can inspire things here and inspire people here and no one wants you to leave the Garden, Emma. It’s...did Merida already tell you it’s your team too?” “How do you know that?”

“A very lucky guess, actually. And because everyone thinks that. And also because I think you could do more here.” “That’s a very strong opinion.” Henry shrugged, shaking his hair off his forehead. He didn’t blink. He didn’t say anything else. He kept looking at Emma with a sense of confidence he’d had in her since he was twelve because Emma had the same in him and time was, apparently, some kind of flat circle.

“I know it’s a good offer, Emma,” Henry whispered. “But this is…” “Home?” she chanced, and he nodded, ducking his gaze to the ground when she noticed the bit of moisture in the corner of his eye. Emma leaned forward, pulling his hands away from his thighs and lacing her fingers through his, squeezing tightly. “You’re a incredibly smart guy, you know that?”

“Sometimes.” “Eh.” “With one hell of a mouth on him,” Emma added, brushing a kiss over the top of his forehead. “So, what’s your date’s name? You going to wear matching outfits?” Henry did, eventually, answer, most, of Emma’s questions – drawing the line at home many dates he and Maddie had been, but she wasn’t even counting on getting a name, so that felt like a victory. Which was good since the Rangers did not get one.

Again.

And that probably shouldn’t have made her happy, but she’d been caught making out on live TV already that night, so she figured her maturity was kind of fluid at this point.

Will cackled as soon as they walked into the restaurant, nearly falling off his stool and earning a frustrated look from both Aurora and Phillip’s mother and they were going to have to let her keep that game-used jersey.

Kristoff wouldn’t appreciate that.

But that all seemed to fall by several different waysides when Arthur appeared in front of them, a pinch between his eyebrows that was understandable since the power play still looked like several different Norwegian curse words.

“I’ve been looking for you, Jones,” Arthur announced. Killian’s eyes darted towards Emma, letting Anna pull Peggy out of his arms and she absolutely leaned against his side when he pulled her there.

“I was in the locker room before, Arthur.”

“Placating whatever Phillip’s mother’s name is.” “God, that is almost too abrasive even for you,” Emma muttered. Arthur barely made a noise.

“Four in a row, Emma. Four in a row. Have you seen our power play? He may be getting pre-game ceremonies, but Phillip’s shit at screening goal.” Killian groaned. “My kids are here, Arthur. Try and remember where you are. How many whiteboards you break tonight?” “Not important. I’m here to offer you a deal.” “Excuse me? Do you even have the power to do that?” “And shouldn’t Gina be dealing with that?” Emma asked, blinking when Regina appeared as suddenly as if she’d been summoned. She glared at Arthur.

“I don’t know and I don’t particularly care,” he said. “Regina, you can disagree if you want, this is what’s happening.” “You haven’t even said anything, Arthur,” Killian pointed out. “I want you to advise. The team. Or something that sounds less official because I do actually think it’s against your contract.” “What?” “What part of that was confusing?” “All of it.” Arthur sighed in frustration, waving both his hands through the air as Regina continued to glare at him. “The power play is God awful,” he muttered. “Husinger hasn’t recorded a point since you punched him and I don’t want you to talk to him really, but if you’re just going to sit in the team suite and get us sued by the FCC then you might as well be occupying your time better.” “You’re not going to get sued by the FCC,” Regina mumbled. And that was probably more for Emma than Killian.

“Can I do that?” Killian asked.

“Who are you directing that question to?” “You’re my agent!” Regina made a dismissive noise, lips twisted slightly and Killian’s arm tightened around Emma’s waist. “As long as Arthur doesn’t use the word advisor ever again. IR doesn’t stop you from participating in team events. You can tell them how to play hockey as long as you’re not the one playing hockey or punching anyone else.” “That was rather pointed, Gina.” “Those phone calls lasted for hours and I’m still dealing with presser repercussions.” “Were there a lot of those?” Emma asked sharply, but Killian muttered some kind of disagreement before she’d finished the question.

He took a deep breath, fingers toying with the belt loop that no longer had a walkie-talkie attached to it and Emma needed to buy Merida several drinks. “You just want me to...what, Arthur? Help make the team better?” “Obviously,” Arthur snapped. “Did you watch that power play?” “Yeah, it looked like garbage.” “Exactly. Don’t punch anyone, we won’t use the wrong terminology and maybe we won’t embarrass ourselves before the end of the season.” “Aiming high, huh?”

“Cap,” Will cried from the other side of the restaurant at the same time Anna screeched “KJ!” and Emma knew she shouldn’t use his shoulder as leverage, but he kind of lifted her up too and Regina gasped loudly when she saw it first.

“I totally won,” Roland yelled. “I told you guys it was going to be tonight!”

He was standing on a chair, Ariel’s hand hovering behind him as Matt and Dylan hit a puck against the closest wall, and they’d moved half a dozen tables out of the way.

It wasn’t really walking, but it was definitely more than wobbling and Emma wasn’t sure either she or Killian had ever moved that fast. They both crouched down as soon as they moved into the open space, arms outstretched as Robin moved behind Peggy, careful not to get too close and disturb the slightly shaky balance she’d found.

Mary Margaret had her phone out, tears on her cheeks while Ruby shouted encouragements and Emma was glad for both because her mind couldn’t quite process the rush of endorphins it was currently dealing with.

The whole restaurant turned to them – cheers echoing as loudly as they had during Phillip’s ceremony and Emma didn’t realize she was crying until David handed her a goddamn napkin. And that wasn't really going to help her when Killian muttered “c’mon, little love, just one foot in front of the other.”

She absolutely did not understand the instructions, but she did it anyway, tottling forward until Killian’s hands pulled her against his chest and they all exploded into a noise that could only be classified as pure joy.

Emma might have been sobbing.

Mary Margaret definitely was.

“You did so good,” Killian said softly, holding onto Peggy tightly and there wasn’t much baby to kiss, but Emma worked with what she had.

“I’ll take my money now, please,” Roland said, grinning like he’d won that previously discussed lottery.

“How much did you get?” Emma asked.

Will didn’t look at Killian when he answered. “Probably a couple hundred dollars, honestly.” Her laugh wasn’t so much that as it was just even more joy, but Emma was certain everything switched, again, in that moment and she kissed Peggy’s arm before she did something stupid like shout several brand-new life plans at all of them.

She said it quietly instead.

“You should do it.” Killian blinked. “What?” “Advise or not that word. As long as there are no punches thrown. That power play is painful to watch now.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” Emma nodded, pulse thumping at the quiet hope in his voice and the squirming, now-walking baby in his arms. “You think we can get her to walk again? I think Reese’s video is probably a little shaky.” “Rude,” Mary Margaret said. “But also probably accurate.” Killian smiled – slow and easy and he’d taken off his tie before Henry and Emma got back to the team suite. “We can absolutely do that, Swan,” he said, a promise without actually saying it.

And Elsa screamed into the phone when Emma sent her the non-shaky video of Peggy walking.

#cs ff #captain swan #captain swan ff #captain swan fic #cs fic #blue line change #listen #i like established relationships #and i like established relationships that like each other even more #so #here's some of that #and henry!

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Strangers ch. 28

You wake up in the hospital, but the danger is far from over.

Pairing: Yoongi x (female) Reader

Word count: 1.9k

Genre: Fluff, angst

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“We need to leave soon.”

“Five more minutes!”

“They can’t keep our location private for too long.”

“Y/n, wake up!”

“Dude, that’s not gonna work.”

“Ngh...” you smack your lips, wincing at the pain in your head.

“Well, what d’you know. It did work.”

“Guys...?” you murmur, and the seven members of BTS crowd into your field of vision. You look around– you’re attached to an IV and heart rate monitor– did you really land yourself in the hospital again? Just because you kinda-sorta fainted? Unfair.

“Y/n!” Jimin sings.

“I thought you’d died,” Jungkook says, and Jin snorts.

“We’re so glad you’re okay,” Namjoon says, rolling his eyes at Jungkook.

“The doctor said she’d be fine,” Yoongi says.

“Y/n is my favorite and if anything had happened to her I would kill everyone in this room and then myself,” Hoseok announces, clasping your hand.

You giggle. “Y’all are all chaotic good.”

Taehyung winks at you through wire-rimmed glasses. “Just another of our charms.”

“We should probably leave soon though,” Namjoon says regretfully. “You’re not supposed to have this many visitors at once. Besides, we can’t have people knowing we visited you.”

“I understand,” you reply. Your vision goes fuzzy for a second before refocusing. “Thanks for visiting, guys. I appreciate it.”

“Come over sometime,” Jimin pleads. “It’s been so long.”

“He’s right. Let’s have a party next Saturday,” Jin suggests. “Y/n, you have to be there, okay?”

“Mm... whatever you say.” you say, tapping your fingers.

“You should sleep,” Yoongi advises as the other six bid you farewell and file out of your hospital room.

“I’m fine,” you say, blinking hard, nervously rubbing your Starry Night necklace. “Did I slow down filming? What happened?”

“Nothing. Well, I mean, Avery wasn’t happy. She said to stay on schedule we’d have to use the take we already got.”

You lean back against your pillow. So no more takes where you have to kiss Yoongi. Good. Fine. Awesome.

“We filmed whatever we could without you and then I came over here. The guys were wondering why I’d missed dinner–”

He missed dinner?

“–and they insisted on coming to visit. That was about an hour ago.”

“What time is it?”

Yoongi checks his watch. “Nearly 9pm.”

You’d arrived on set at eight this morning. You slowed down the entire film schedule with your antics.

You bury your face in your hands. “Aah, I’m so embarrassed.” Why did they bring you here? A cup of water onset would’ve gotten you through the day.

“Hey, hey– it wasn’t your fault,” Yoongi says firmly. “The doctor said you were dehydrated and fatigued; it’s a miracle you were even standing up as long as you were. Have you really been so careless?”

You press your lips together. “I’m just busy.” He, of all people, should understand. You’re not only working on Moon Over the Sea, you’re also filming for advertisements and posing for photoshoots that Lisa’s set up for you. You’re doing your schoolwork and on top of that you’re taking extra acting lessons, and still trying to find time to write.

“How many hours of sleep have you been getting?” Yoongi presses.

You bristle. “None of your business.” Who is he to criticize? Hasn’t he collapsed from exhaustion before? So have Jungkook, and Jimin, and probably the others as well. Isn’t it nothing more than a sign of dedication to your craft?

“Y/n, come on...” Yoongi sighs. “You can’t keep telling me to take care of myself when you’re acting this way.”

“I said I’m fine, Yoongi.” He needs to take care of himself because people actually care about him. Besides, doesn’t he understand that you need to do this? That you need to be successful? This is your chance. “It’s just a way of life. Chill out.”

“It’s not a ‘way of life’,” Yoongi says, making air quotes. “It’s killing you!”

You narrow your eyes. “Hypocrite.”

Yoongi scoffs in disbelief. “I can’t believe this. You’re in the hospital, y/n, and you’re here because how you were living wasn’t healthy, and it’s not sustainable. Trust me of all people– you can’t keep this up, and it’s going to kill you.”

“Whatever, Yoongi.” He doesn’t understand.

He leans back before standing up. “You know what? Fine. Do whatever you want– I’m leaving.”

Something wells up inside you– something dark, and loud, and stubborn. “Fine.”

“Fine.”

Something in your heart aches as you see him rise, see the door close behind him. But he’s wrong. People hate you because you’re not famous; you can tell that much from the comments online. You’re not famous, you’re not worthy, you don’t deserve them.

You have to change that. You have to work hard, harder than ever, improve, perform well, and show that you are worthy. You do deserve what you have, because you’ve earned it.

Shaking your head, you turn your back to the door and close your eyes.

Minutes or hours later, there’s a knock and the door swings open to reveal Lisa.

“Y/n!” She cries, flinging herself across your bed. “Oh my god, are you okay?”

“I’m great, Lisa,” you laugh at the worry in her eyes. “C’mon, you know me. I’m fine.”

“I was so worried, y/n-ie,” Lisa says. “I thought you were going to die or something!”

Why does everyone keep saying that?

“Lisa, I’m really okay–” you begin, before there’s another knock at the door and a doctor enters, holding a clipboard.

“Ms. l/n?” She consults the monitors and checks your pupils, pallor, and blood pressure. “How are you feeling?”

“Like I could leave right now,” you say honestly. After an accidental day of rest, you’re ready to go home. Besides, you’re keeping a close eye on your budget and you can’t afford to spend the night in the hospital. You’re feeling antsy– you wanna leave now.

“Lucky for you then– I need you to fill out some paperwork, but you’ll be able to leave once that’s completed if you don’t want to stay overnight.”

“Oh, great!” Lisa squeals, clapping her hands before grabbing her purse. “Hey, y/n, I’m gonna get going but text me when you get home, okay?”

You smile weakly, blinking sudden spots out of your eyes. “For sure.”

“Love ya! Be safe~”

“Love you too.”

With a flip of her hair and a wink, Lisa’s gone.

“Nice friend you’ve got there,” the doctor remarks as she makes a set of notes on her clipboard.

“Yeah, she’s great.”

“Sign here, here, and here, and fill out this information regarding your medical history, and you’ll be free to leave. Get plenty of rest and make sure to stay hydrated.”

You follow the doctor’s directions and soon you’re back on your feet outside the hospital. You think for a second about calling a cab, but your apartment is nearby and you could use a walk. Snug in your thick jacket, you stroll at a leisurely pace by one of the few rivers in Seoul.

It’s a quiet night– the streets are empty, save for a group of giggling, tipsy young women behind you.

“Oh, oh, ooh-woah, you can’t stop me loving myself~” you sing to yourself, kicking a pebble into the shallow river below.

Behind you, your sharp ears pick up muffled whispers.

“That’s her, that’s y/n!”

You need to suppress a smile. Already being recognized? A warmth spreading throughout your chest and you fall silent in order to eavesdrop effectively.

“Are you sure?”

“I know it’s her, now hurry!”

The warmth suddenly turns to ice. The footsteps behind you have picked up their pace, and when you turn around you see the group of young women staring at you as they power walk in your direction.

Okay, this seems not ideal, this seems very not ideal, something is wrong, do you run, should you run?

“Can I help you?” you ask nervously, walking backwards. They’re not outwardly threatening, but your instincts tell you to keep your distance.

“You’re l/n y/n, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, why?” You don’t have enough money to be kidnapped and you’re not relevant enough to be murdered. What’s going on?

“We wanted to deliver a message.” The woman in the front, clearly the leader, sports dyed red hair and a sweet smile– it’s a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. “A message from the rest of us: you’re not welcome.”

“You’re not welcome,” the other three chorus creepily. Did they rehearse this?

“You’re not worthy of Yoongi, or the rest of BTS.” The redhead’s tone turns cold. “Get away from them, and stay away. Understood?”

You nearly laugh. “Are you threatening me?” The concept is so utterly ridiculous that you can’t take them seriously. The mean comments online were one thing, but this is crazy.

“Consider it a warning,” the redhead replies, and you snort.

“Okay, warning received.” You turn back homewards and wave. “Thanks, ladies.”

You don’t get the chance to take another step before you hear a snarl– “Get her.”

Aaaand now you run. At her words you bolt, not looking where you’re going, just trying to get away, away, away, your shoes pound the ground as blood roars in your ears and you run fast and faster, your breath comes in gasps and your legs feel like rubber you’re scared so scared keep running you can hear them behind you, the noise barely there above your own frantic heartbeat and–

WHAM.

Something slams into you and the wind is knocked out of your lungs. You fall forward, scraping your palms on the cold asphalt to break your fall. “W-oah!”

You roll onto your back in time to see the redhead leap towards you. You scramble out of the way and her feet land heavily where your chest was only a second before. Another girl lunges, her hands closing around your throat and you choke, struggling, clawing at her hands, trying to pry yourself away from her iron grip. You fight so fiercely that at last she lets go of your throat, her fingers trailing downwards to loop around your Starry Night necklace.

“N-no!” you gasp, rearing back and kicking the girl hard in the shin. Not that.

“Augh!” The blow to her leg throws her weight out from under her and the girl collapses. With a quick, painful jerk the chain to which she’s clinging breaks and the necklace is flung off somewhere into the darkness.

No.

“Leave me alone!” you rasp. “I haven’t done anything wrong!”

“You talked to BTS. You used them. You can’t do that,” the redhead explains calmly. The way she stalks towards you brings to mind a tiger on the hunt. “They’re ours, see?”

You gasp for breath, stumbling backwards towards the river as she advances. “They’re not yours. They’re their own people. You’re delusional.”

Her eyes turn predatory. “And you’re dead.”

You see it in slow motion, her arms shooting out and connecting solidly with your chest, the strong shove forcing you backwards– you teeter by the river’s edge, your arms windmilling, your mouth open in a perfect ‘O’ as you grasp at air. Your shoes don’t have enough traction to keep you grounded on the smooth cement and you can feel yourself slipping, slipping.

The last thing you see is the redhead waving a cheerful goodbye as you fall, plunging into the freezing, churning water.

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Straight Outta Monster Narnia

HEY HEY I WASN’T EXPECTING TO DO THIS EVER AGAIN BUT WE’RE BACK

I’M GONNA PLAY ME SOME DELTA RUNE HERE

THOUGHTS AS I GO! ARE UNDER THE CUT!

Here we GOOOOOOO~!

Survey Program! Nice! Ominous!

I am here yes!

Truly excellent dude

OH MAKING A VESSEL NOW what are we Xehanort

NEATO I can pick Chara or Frisk heads or others…

Let’s do someone new. This kinda longish hair head.

STRIPES FOR DAYS! Longish sleeves, methinks

The legs are almost all the same LMAO

This is so friggin creepy I l OVE IT

Favorite food is PAIN nah it’s soft

BLOOD TYPE D. D for DOGGO

You have been gifted with kindness, not-XionFrisk

Pain AND seizure. Kinda wonder what happens if you say no tho…

But I don’t want to start over so let’s go with yes

OH FRIGGIN BUUUUURNED BY THE GAME, HAHAHA

Hi Toriel, you’re looking nice!

That’s a lot of friggin trophies over there

Also Kris, you need some eyes

RELIGIOUS SKA

So we have overachieving perfect child and sad boring child, okay

Awww Gerson wrote a book! How neat

It’s only you…..FOR NOW!!!!

It just isn’t home without white fur stuck in the drain, is it

CHAIRIEL’S RETURN!!!!

Also there’s some weird graphical flicker going on when I move and I wonder if it’s not because I’m playing full screen here

“Spray For The Boys, Flamin’ Hot Pizza Flavor” Damn Toby I missed your incredible sense of humor

DOES TORIEL USE PET SHAMPOO please say yes

ASRIEL’S AT COLLEGE AND UNDYNE’S A POLICE MONSTER, PERFECT

PROFESSOR ALPHYS IMMA GET AN A+ IN ANIME CLASS

DAMN who do I pick as my partner

Like…I really want Temmie…but also Snowdrake…

Random snake is also very good…

Ahhh I see this is gonna be pre-determined

HAHAHAHA FUCKIN BURNED AGAIN BY THIS HORRIBLE BLUE DUCK

Thank you cool snake I love your origin story

Oh this reindeer girl is very cute

MOTHA. FOKKIN. SUSIE

I instantly love her, goodbye

Oh Alphys you’re so not good at putting anyone in trouble

I JUST REALIZED TEMMIE HAS HER EGG ON THE DESK

Susie are you eating chalk

Oh sheet I like Susie less now

GAH DAMN THIS ESCALATED QUICKLY

Susie, Kris doesn’t even HAVE a face

Haha totally cut off my answer there

Hmm. I sense…a theme here.

Wow this really is putting on the restrictive aspects here

Now that’s a spooky face

Oh it ain’t gonna be that simple, mean girls

Well, this sure seems like an underground! Also…Kris is green now, okay

Hi there creepy waving things!

To reiterate: this is soooo creepy AND I LOVE IT

Puzzles! We got puzzles again! CREEPY PUZZLES

Whelp, we found Susie, just kinda hiding out in a…dead dust bunny thingie

LOL so much for a party member following you around

Well this is a new and interesting take on the bullet hell mechanics

Such interesting and different architecture

THE KINGDOM OF DARKNESSSSS

Yes let’s take a sudden HARD SHIFT into Final Fantasy

THE QUEST OF THE DELTA KNIGHTS that was an MST3K ep you know

About like…Leonardo da Vinci actually. Except he was a whiny bitch

LMAO Susie just “nah destroying the world sounds neat”

JOKESTER SANS GLIDES IN A FLAMING TRICYCLE SURE WHY NOT

VERY DIFFERENT COMBAT SYSTEM

“Dunno how I got an ax but like, that’s cool”

CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REMIXES OF THIS BATTLE MUSIC OKAY

Dunno if there’s a pacifist version of this game but I stick to tradition so I’m gonna try it

RALSEI. I SEE WHAT YOU DID THERE

THE POWER OF FLUFFY BOYS SHINES WITHIN YOU it sure as hell does, game

The heckin heck Ralsei is so cute

Yup yup we gonna try pacifist this first time!

“If you’re reading this…I guess you’re dead.” Fair enough.

Gaster noises when trying to use the cell phone, hmmmm…

It’s an inverse papou fruit!

Susie just up and attacks this cake, all right

Battle is cool but it’s gonna take some getting used to, think I accidentally used both of my items

YOUR SENSE OF DIRECTION WON’T SAVE YOU NOW

“It’s like a dinner made out of three glasses of milk” Ralsei you’re SO CUTE

Now to see if TP stays leveled between battles…

“I thought you were running away.” / “Yeah, I finished.”

Fugdamn I want —pictures of Spiderman— remixes of this music ON MY DESK TODAY

FRIGHTENING FANFARE

Damn that puzzle still is tricky

Gah damn that was hilarious but also terrifying

We have the power of FLUFFY BOYS and MEAN GIRLS we are UNSTOPPABLE

Ohhh so that’s what the heart outline does!

Now that is a coooool cat and I like him already

Awww I don’t have enough money for the spooky sword

Susie just roastin’ everybody left and right

THEY GOT BARRY

These mechanics continue to be interesting and a bit more complex

“Damn, didn’t get to impale myself” I’m sure you’ll get your chance Susie

It’s really interesting how we’re basically group-battling to PREVENT the tank from beating the crap out of everyone

Oh now that light trick is weird

They keep throwing the usual chess and playing card guys at us and somehow I’m Suspicious

Is that a bucket. ARE Y’ALL HOMESTUCKING AT ME AGAIN

LMAO did Susie call us the Fuckboys or something

Oh, the Shit Squad, I guess!

THE POWER OF THE SHIT SQUAD SHINES WITHIN YOU HECK YESSSS

“I, Mr. Society, am far too intelligent to ever bow down to such a tyrant!” Hmmm.

Oh, it’s Sir Lion Plateface again

L E G S

THE BOSS JUST DRINKS A GALLON OF MILK THAT’S FINE

Well Ralsei got kinda junked there but WE DEFEATED SIR LION PLATEFACE

Cakes…are also my enemy…

Yeeeeah kinda saw that one coming

Susie I get the feeling you’re not going to enjoy being a bad guy either

Dang son I have no clue what’s going on anymore WE JUST HAD SOME SALSA IN A TREE STUMP

This jack’s got my number

That sure is a three-eyed three-headed cat thingamajig

Awww I like Clover

“All proceeds go to kicking your ass” CAN I USE THIS LINE IN REAL LIFE PLEASE

Hot damn we just squeaky hammered our broken cake into ULTIMATE CAKE

Why does a sweet little boy have a mustache indeed.

Create a machine to thrash your own ass, nice

It’s my beautiful death laser duck! Tops in GUN’S

Man Susie and Lancer are just having the time of their lives here

Finally, respect for pinecone-eaters!

Awww Susie, are you actually starting to worry about someone who respects your eating of chalk and pinecones

Oh thank goodness, got through that maze thing

Yes, finally, it’s our DUCK TANK LASER

Why does it say Tuna on it

“Your design sucked so we blew it up” This is like that one Berlin tour guide I had

GANGED UP ON THEM WITH KINDNESS, HA

Whelp, back to telling enemies that Susie will kick them in the shins I guess!

YES LANCER JOIN THE SHIT SQUAD

OMFG THAT FAAAAACE WHAT IS THAT FACE

Hey we’ve got a full Final Fantasy team now! Neat

STOOL FORME

I like how Lancer just sliiiiiides around outside the party instead of walking with

Hmmm well that friendship feeling didn’t last long

You done got locked in the dungeon

Yup sure did eat that jail moss two minutes in

HUH, we’re controlling Susie now

In which choices do not matter…

SUSIE’S FOKKIN PISSED

And we can’t control her actions…but why controlling the human soul?

A pair of eyes got arrested?! What IS the world coming to?!!

Oh dear, we found a bunch of kings in baby jail

Why are these filthy cages so happy-looking

Awwww Susie joined the party for realizes!

So, this about final boss point for this business?

Why are you guys just sitting on a pile of loot

And just who is this sassy lost child?

BAAHAHAHAAA

HECK YEAH WE GET TO FLIRT AGAIN

I am now BED INSPECTOR yes

Hello again fancy blue boy

“Can…can we see it” / “No.”

This sure is a jammin party with CLUB MUSIC OH HO HO HO

Awww he put his bicycle to bed

‘Welcome to my shop, you ungrateful worms” HELL YEAH

I do not wisheth to hear your MP3s! I would rather listen to the sweet song of Death!

Prepare for a battle with…WHATEVER THIS IS!!!!

JUST FUGGIN CHUCK RALSEI AT SIR LION PLATEFACE, I LIKE IT

Six dollars, for all of that?! Geez

WHELP this looks like final boss time…

Hiiiii there Lancer

Oh dang is gettin serious now

Oh woooow that’s…someone’s fetish right there

HOKAY that was tricky but! Having the defense abilities certainly helped with pacifism through that…

Despite ending this peacefully, I don’t think this scene is gonna end on a happy note…

W H E L P

DAYUM that face from Susie!!

Awwww poor Ralsei

We only have BAD-byes WUAH WUAH WUAAAH

DAWWW lil’ Asriel-lookin dude with glasses (and YES I see that anagram there)

LMAO Susie’s face

EPIC ROCK MUSIIIIIC

Also I’ve really been enjoying the color effects

Awww look at this epic adventure you two had in the closet

So basically we went to Monster Narnia, neat

Awww Susie likes Monster Narnia

Oh no we worried Toriel! THE WORST

LIBRARBY

YOU STUDY THOSE HOT DEMON COMICS FOR COLLEGE, TEMMIE

Hiiii Toby you busy makin’ something!

ALPHYS NO, YOU BETRAY MEW MEW KISSY CUTIE

OFFICE UNDYNE, DOn’T ARREST ME

I like reindeer girl’s rowdy hospitalized dad

PARTY ANIMAL TORIEL CONFIRMED

I like how there’s just a poster on the wall in this room that reads PAIN

The police tape simply reads NGGAAAAAHHHHH!

Good grief there’s SO MUCH STUFF TO EXPLORE HERE BUT I HAVE TO KEEP GOING

Snowdrakes don’t have arms, oh no!!!

“Does it hurt to be made of blood??” ….Yes. Yes it does.

HIIIIIIIII SANS

Woah woah woah WOAH WOAH SANS

Everyone is here! Even Ice Wolf!

Yes I’ll take a Double Ice Pizza you weirdos

OH MY GOOOOOOOOOD IT’S BURGERPANTS

10 OUT OF 10 GAME NOW

HIS FACES!!!! “C H I C K S”

That was brilliant, Burgerpants, thank you for existing

Catty!!! Hey where’s Bratty!

Noooo you gotta be besties with Bratty!

Brother Doug…?

Oh no, Mettaton, come out and talk to us!

ASGORE, HELLO

OMG Asgore hugs

Soul flowers….???

Awwww got some flowers for Toriel

THE GAY GUARDS IN THEIR GAY FLANNEL, YAY

It’s so late but I can’t stop until I’ve talked to LITERALLY EVERYONE

Thaaaat’s politics! …Rarely.

Comes to church for the fruit juice, sounds about right

DOG GRAVE, NO

Let’s go into the woods…what could go wrong…

Why can’t I get into the creepy shed…

Well, I think I got everything, so let’s go home now…

ASRIEL MAINS YOSHI IN SMASH CONFIRMED

Awwww Toriel is not big on Asgore’s bouquet!

OKAY decided to go to sleep here.

…Well that didn’t work out great

UHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMM

UUUUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

WHAT??????????

WHAT????????????

WHAT?????????

HAHA I HAVE NO CLUE WHAT THE FUK HAPPENED IN ALL OF THIS BUT UH. WHEN’S CHAPTER TWO??

THAT SURE WAS A HELL OF A THING

No really Toby please WHAAAAAAATTT

OKAY I HOPE I DIDN’T MISS ANYTHING IMPORTANT BYYYYEEEE

#undertale #delta rune #lynx plays delta rune #lynx plays undertale #undertale spoilers #delta rune spoilers #scheduled this so it posted after the no spoilers rule so hopefully that works out #NO PLEASE WHAT HAPPENED HERE I STILL HAVE SO MANY QUESTIONS #also I NEED MUSIC REMIXES NOW #also also so uh #EXPECT ART IN THE FUTURE #SORRY I CAN'T HELP MYSELF #including doing the running commentary thing!

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The Innocent Girl // Part Twenty-Seven: Attack on Mount Weather // Bellamy Blake

Gif is not mine

Words: 4793

Warnings: death

Author's Note: I apologize it's so long but I wanted to get to a certain spot in the episodes where I could end it! We're getting into some doozy shit, guys. Pike's in the picture and we all know how much of a douche he is. Heartbreak is bound to come. Thanks to my lovely girl, @lovefilledtragedy, for looking over this part! ❤

I sat in the back, resting my head against the side of the Rover as my eyes were shut. Monty, Bellamy, and I were heading towards Sector 4 to meet with Kane. To be honest, nobody knows why he’s so far outside the wall with no guards with him, but he’s always been a bit insane.

Raven, Jasper, Aud, and Miller took the horses from the three dead Azgeda warriors so they could get the dumbass back to camp and get him checked out. I should’ve gone back as well, but my wound is less serious than Jasper’s in my opinion.

Monty parked outside of a tunnel, the two of them getting out and I let out a quiet sigh, popping open the back door before joining them. I drape the strap of the rifle over my shoulder, the three of us having our guns ready in case shit went down.

“You were right about Jasper, okay? Is that what you wanted me to say?” Monty asked as the two of them walked in front of me, keeping my eyes around my surroundings.

“Quiet. Keep your eyes peeled,” Bellamy muttered, glancing back at me for a few seconds. “I could’ve said no.”

Monty let out a sigh, looking back towards Bell. “He’s getting worse, isn’t he?” I scoffed at his question, rolling my eyes as I mumble something under my breath. “I mean getting drunk every night is one thing, but smiling with a knife to your throat and almost sacrificing one of our best friends, that’s next level damaged.”

Bellamy and Monty slowed down as I kept my eyes on the ground. I bumped into the back of them, muttering an apology before moving to stand beside Bell. “Wait, who’s Kane with?” I asked, squinting my eyes a bit as the bearded man weave through the trees with someone else.

“Indra,” Bell answered, his elbow brushing against my arm.

“That’s Indra?” Monty asked.

“He must’ve told her we broke the truce,” Bellamy mentioned and the three of us stepped forward. I let out a huff of breath, running a hand through my hair. “Sir, before you say anything, there was a good reason-,”

“I’ll deal with that later. This is about Clarke,” Kane cut him off and my head snapped towards him, suddenly interested.

I look towards Bellamy and Monty who looked at each other. “What about her?” Bell and I asked at the same time as I rest the rifle to my side.

“She’s being hunted,” Indra answered our question.

“By who?” Monty questions and the older woman looked to him.

“By everyone.”

Monty was driving the five of us back to Arkadia as Kane, Indra, and I sat in the back of the Rover. I kept my eyes looking out the small slits of the window, resting my chin on my hand as Monty’s voice snapped me out of my daze.

“Sir, we’re almost out of range,” he commented, glancing towards the radar, “are you sure you don’t wanna tell the Chancellor?”

“I’m sure. I don’t wanna worry Abby until we know something,” Kane answered and I turned my gaze to the ground, fumbling with my fingers.

“We know there’s a kill order,” Bellamy mentioned, his deep voice sending butterflies through my stomach, smiling to myself. “You people are big on those.”

Indra rolled her eyes, turning her head towards Bellamy. “It’s not a kill order. It’s a bounty. Clarke’s a symbol. She’s known as Wanheda. The Commander of Death.”

My eyebrows furrowed together about to speak up when Bellamy beats me too it. “The Ice Nation guys we killed asked about Wanheda. They’re looking for Clarke, why?”

“My people believe that when you kill someone, you get their power. Kill Wanheda and you command death,” Indra informed us and my lips parted slightly.

“She’s just one girl,” Kane told her.

“So was the Commander. What Clarke did at Mount Weather weakened her. The Ice Nation is emboldened. Their Queen wants Clarke’s power. If her people believe she has it, she’ll break the coalition and start a war, I can’t let that happen,” Indra explained and I leaned back, attempting to take in all the information.

The radar began to beep and I lean forward, my gaze moving to Bellamy. “Welcome to Sector 7 Where to now?” Monty asks.

“If she’s here, she’ll need supplies. We’ll start at the training posts,” Indra spoke and Monty shifts the Rover into another gear, speeding down the dirt road.

“Excuse me, Indra?” I quietly called out, not wanting the attention of the others. She glanced towards me, raising her eyebrows and I swallow thickly. “C-Can I sit there?” I ask, moving my eyes towards Bellamy and she followed my line of sight.

She looks between the back of Bellamy’s head and I, feeling my cheeks heat up a bit. “Sure,” she gives a small smile and I quietly thank her, getting up to sit in her seat. Bellamy’s head turned back slightly, giving me a small smile before reaching his hand back. I squeeze my arm through the space between the passenger seat and the door, grabbing his hand before lacing our fingers. His thumb rubbed the back of my hand and I lean my head against the metal fence.

After ten minutes of driving towards Sector 7 in silence, Monty suddenly stepped on the brakes. My head bashed against the fence, letting out a small groan as Kane laid a hand on my knee. “You okay?” He asks and I nod my head, letting go of Bellamy’s hand to rub the side of my head.

“We have to move it,” Monty muttered and I leaned forward to look out the windshield, seeing the large tree in our way. The two began to get out of the vehicle when Indra stopped them.

“Wait,” she started, looking towards the four of us, “it’s been cut down.”

I bit my lip, looking back towards the tree as I tried to figure out if she was telling the truth or not. “You don’t know that,” Bellamy mutters, taking his rifle before opening the hatch.

“Please be careful,” I whisper, not sure if he heard me or not as I watched him. I look around as a rumbling sound began to get louder, my hand shooting out to grasp Bellamy’s pants. “Bell!” I call out and he lowers into the Rover, his brown eyes wide.

“We do now,” Indra told us as Bellamy sat down between my legs, his hands resting on my shins. My fingers instinctively fumble with his jacket, my heart pumping quickly. Deep Breath in… Deep breath out.

We’ve been sitting in the Rover for hours, waiting for the people who cut down the trees to make their move but… nothing. I focused my hearing, trying to figure out if anyone is around the vehicle. I let out a frustrated groan, running a hand through my hair as I lean forward to glance out the barred window.

“It’s been three hours. What are they waiting for?” Bellamy asks, his deep voice laced with impatience.

“Even with the light, I don’t see anyone,” Kane comments while I fiddle with the rifle.

“I say we make a run for it,” Monty offers and I let out a dry laugh, shaking my head.

“Monty I love you and all but that is such a bad idea,” I chuckle, turning my gaze towards him.

“No,” Kane mutters, Monty and I glancing towards the older man as he looks out the back door, “that’s what they want us to do.”

So what? Are we basically sitting ducks? This could go on for days… “The boy is right,” Indra pipes up, looking over at Monty. “They can’t wait longer than we can.”

The inside of the Rover was filled with silence for a few moments before Kane speaks up. “Okay, Bellamy. You get in the turret and you cover us,” he starts and I part my lips, ready to disagree when the older gentlemen continue, “once we get to that ridge over there, we’ll cover you.”

“Copy that. Run fast,” Bellamy mumbles while zipping up his jacket, my eyes looking towards the shaggy-haired man.

“W-Wait. I don’t think this is a good idea,” I mutter loud enough for them to hear and no one listens to me while Bellamy moves to slide open the turret door before standing up. Not even two seconds after he stood up I could hear him gasp.

“They’re here,” he breathes and my heart leaps in my chest, sitting on the edge of my seat. All four of us look up at Bellamy’s body.

“Everybody out or the boy dies,” a muffled voice speaks before pulling Bellamy out of the turret hole. I don’t think I’ve ever listened to a command so quickly and I pry open the back door, literally tripping over the edge of the Rover, falling to the ground. I shove my rifle to the ground, placing my hands up after I move to lie on my back, noticing many grounder warriors around me as I gulp.

“Okay! Okay, we’re coming out,” Kane yells, looking down at me to make sure I was okay. My eyes were fixed on Bell’s. The men grab the rest of our people, shoving them to their stomachs on the ground.

One of the men roughly grabs my arm, flipping me over onto my stomach before twisting the arm they were grabbing. I let out a pained cry, my free hand digging into the dirt as I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to think about the pain. “All targets secure!” A woman yells as the device Monty had was continuously beeping.

The man holding him down picks him up as another grabs the tracking device from his belt. “Found it,” he mumbles and Monty begins to struggle in the warrior's arms.

“It’s mine. Give it back!” The teen growls as the arm around his throat tightens a bit.

“Monty! Let it go!” I yell, feeling a blade pressed against the back of my neck.

I notice one of the grounders look towards my best friend. “Monty?” She calls out and everything seems to freeze. Mama Green?

“Mom?” Monty whispers and I kept my eyes on the woman, hearing her breathe heavily while pushing her hood down and taking the mask off her face. The two walk towards each other as she lets out a sigh of relief, bringing her son into her arms. My eyes well up with tears as they hold onto each other tightly. Monty begins to sob a bit, most likely surprised and glad his mother is still alive.

“Farm Station, stand down,” the leader commands and the people let us go. I wince as I stretch out my arm, pushing myself up from the ground.

I move towards Bellamy as I watch Kane’s eyes widen a bit at the shortish man who stood above him. “Pike?” He asks and the man took off the head wrap and mask, a smile on his face.

“You have no idea how good it is to see you,” Pike mentions, helping Kane up from the ground. Bellamy took my arm in his hands, rubbing his thumb over my skin.

“You okay, angel?” He asks and I nod my head, giving him a small reassuring smile. The freckled man brought me into his arms, holding me close to him as his chin sat against the top of my head.

“You good, freckles?” I mumble into his chest, wrapping my arms around his waist. I feel him press a kiss to my head, muttering a yeah.

I suddenly jump as our people around us hoorah!, my head twisting around towards Pike and Kane who stood beside Monty and his mother. “Clarke!” I mumble, looking up at Bellamy. He nods his head, his hand rest against the small of my back as the two of us walk towards the others.

“Hate to cut this short but we gotta find Clarke,” Bellamy mentions to Kane as Pike turns to look at us over his shoulder.

“Clarke Griffin?” He asks and the two of us nod our heads.

“If only all of my Earth Skills students were as good as her… and you, of course, Britt,” he compliments and I give him a grin, chuckling softly.

Bellamy gets this really cute smile on his face as him and the former teacher shake hands. “It’s good to see you too, sir.”

“Okay, move the tree,” Kane orders and Pike tells the guys around us. I stand beside Pike and Kane as I watch Bell and Mon shove the tree trunk out of the way. I made my way towards the two after they were done, stepping up to Monty to bring him into a tight hug.

“He didn’t make it, Britt,” he whispers into my ear and I swallow the lump in my throat. I rub his back, muttering that it was okay as my other hand smoothed down his jet black hair.

Bellamy brushes past us as a hand is on his sidearm. “Kane, it’s time to go,” he calls out and Monty and I pull away from each other. He walks back over to his mother as Kane tells the teen to give them the coordinates to Arkadia. Our ex-leader grabs my hand, pulling me towards the Rover and places his hands on the side of my arms. “I want you to head back to Arkadia. I’m sure Audrey is worried sick about you and by the looks of it,” he mutters, moving some of the hair from my face to brush against the wound on my neck, “that needs to be cleaned before it gets infected.”

I bite my bottom lip, letting out a sigh before reluctantly agreeing. There’s no use in arguing with him since he’s a stubborn fuck. “Okay. Just be careful and come back alive,” I whisper, staring into his beautiful brown eyes. Bellamy nods his head, dipping down to press his lips to mine quickly. “I love you.”

“I love you too, angel,” he grins, kissing my forehead before I adjusted the rifle on my side. I walk towards the group that’s going back to Arkadia, glancing over my shoulder at Bellamy as Pike, Kane, Monty, Mrs. Green, and Indra walks over to him.

You’re one of the best things that have happened to me.

The group got back as quickly as we could, making it before the sun went down as people greeted our people from Farm Station. I walk past everyone, feeling the dampness of the cloth on my neck and I pull it away, seeing it drenched in blood. “Fuck,” I curse, picking up my pace as I made my way towards medical.

“Abby I need your hel-,” I start but cut myself off as I see Jasper sitting in front of her, his back to me. I stop in my tracks, not exactly ready to see this idiot.

“What do you need, Britt?” She asks and Jasper turns his head back, seeing me standing in the doorway.

“Britt,” he starts and I shake my head, muttering incoherently before walking away. I head towards where my mother and father were staying, pressing my hand to my neck in case I was still bleeding.

I knock on their door and I look left and right before the metal door opens, my mother standing before me. “Oh my god, sweetie. What happened?” She asks, pulling me into the room. I sit on the bed, letting out a sigh as I explain everything that’s happened while she cleans my wound. “I’m surprised you didn’t stay with Bellamy,” she mutters and I chuckle, looking up at the ceiling as she places the gauze on my neck.

“I would’ve but he wanted me to come back and have this cleaned. He’s too stubborn so I didn’t fight with him,” I giggle, grinning ear to ear as Bellamy fills my mind.

“You really like him, don’t you?” Mom asks me and I turn my head towards her, nodding my head slowly.

“I love him,” I mumble, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear as she lays a hand on mine. “I really do. He makes me so giddy every time I’m close to him and I get so worried when he’s in any form of danger.” I look back up at her as she finishes bandaging up my wound, a smile on my lips.

“He sounds like a keeper, honey.”

Apparently, we’re moving people into Mount Weather now. Not the greatest idea, but I’m not the Chancellor so there’s no way anyone would listen to me. Audrey, Octavia, Raven, Gina, Bellamy, and I rode in the Rover in the grassy area, always loving how the scenery looked.

The Rover comes to a stop and we all get out of the vehicle, fiddling my fingers together as I remember what had happened in this building. I let out a heavy sigh, hearing Raven grunt a bit and make my way towards the mechanic.

“I knew I should’ve taken my horse,” O mutters as she jumps out of the back. I playfully roll my eyes, glancing back at the younger Blake as I see Bellamy staring in the distance. Gina walks up to me, motioning me to go towards him. I leave her with Raven, hearing the grass crunch under my boots as I stand beside him.

“Hey,” I whisper and he lowers his gaze. “The summit delegation will be fine,” I tell him, running my hand up and down his arm.

“I should be there,” Bellamy mutters and I bite the inside of my cheek, sliding my hand down his arm before lacing our fingers together.

I press my lips to his clothed shoulder, inhaling his unique scent. “But then you wouldn’t be here with me,” I smirk playfully and the brunette smirks as well, stepping towards me.

“You make a good argument,” he whispers, his free hand gliding up my arm, goosebumps covering my tannish skin.

“Plus since I told you to be safe and you came back with an injured leg… maybe this is payback,” I chuckle while his forehead rests against mine.

Bellamy licks his lips, his hand squeezing my arm before pulling away from me. “My leg’s fine,” he mentions, limping towards the Rover to grab my bag before handing it to me, “Kane’s trying to teach me a lesson.” I mhm’d while grabbing it, my eyes following him.

The six of us made our way inside and Audrey and I walk behind Raven and Gina as the mechanic told the story of how she saved Sinclair’s ass. I glance towards my best friend, hating the fact that we’re so distant ever since Finn died. I tried to talk to her on some occasions, but I’m pretty sure she’s not fully over his death yet so I try to give her space. Music was heard as we got closer to the recreation area, my eyes widening at commotion happening in front of us.

“This is still a bad idea,” I mutter and Audrey hums, agreeing with me.

“Welcome!” Pike shouts, getting up from his chair as we piled into the room. “Come. Join us.”

I stood beside Raven, looking around as everyone was eating and chatting. “Looks like someone’s made themselves at home,” the mechanic mutters and I let out a quiet snort, bumping my elbow with hers.

“There must be thirty of them in here,” Octavia observes.

“Thirty-six, but the more the merrier,” Pike smiles as Bellamy steps up to the man, shaking his hand.

“Wow, thirty-six. The grounders are gonna think we moved in,” Octavia bluntly stated, annoyance in her voice as I walk down the two steps, resting a hand on her shoulder.

I press my lips together as I can feel the tension, Bell looking back at his sister while Pike speaks up. “Well, there was no room at the inn.”

“So this was your option?” She counters and Bellamy looks back again.

“O,” he mutters, raising his eyebrows before she mentions that she’s out of here. I take the bags she’s holding, giving her a small smile while she walks out.

“Reyes, your three hours late,” Sinclair’s voice booms throughout the room. I look towards Raven, silently wishing her luck before following Bellamy, Pike, and Audrey.

I found myself going back outside, needing air as I open the giant door, taking in a deep breath as the slight breeze washes over my face. “Can’t take it in their either, huh?” Octavia’s voice calls out and I jump a bit, turning around to see her sitting on top of the roof.

“Jesus, O. You scared the hell out of me,” I laugh, making my way towards the ladder on the side of the building, climbing up before sitting down beside her. “It’s hard to be in there after everything that happened,” I confess, frowning as I swing my legs.

“Tell me about it,” she mutters. It was silent for a couple seconds, the sound of the door opening bringing my gaze downward, seeing Bellamy stepping outside. Both Octavia and I stare at his back and he slowly looks behind him, seeing us sitting above him.

“You okay?” He asks, the question directed more towards his sister than I. She nods her head and I pat her thigh a few times while Bellamy made his way up here as well. He grunts a bit as he reaches the top of the ladder.

A small smile covers my lips as I stand up, taking a few steps towards him. “Do you want me to leave you guys alone?” I ask, glancing back at O as she kept her gaze forward.

“Actually, yeah. Gina and Audrey could probably use your help, babe,” he mumbles and I nod. I press a short kiss to his lips before getting down, leaving the two siblings alone.

I was currently helping Raven and the girls with some of the power stuff when we were called to the recreation room. I keep trying to think of the reason why as we walked down the white hallways, the lights flickering as the mechanics were talking to each other, not really paying attention to what they were saying.

“Okay, if we want to get to Polis before the attack we have to move,” Bellamy stated and I raise my eyebrows, lips parting in shock. Attack? What attack? Echo?

“Attack? Do we have confirmation of that?” Sinclair asks as I stand beside Octavia and Raven.

“We radioed, but no answer,” Bellamy mutters, swinging his hands around.

“They may already be dead for all we know,” Pike mentions and I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh. Jesus. When will the fighting stop?! “And if they are, we need to be ready to respond.”

I furrow my brows as the shorter man looked towards Sinclair. The head engineer steps towards him, shaking his head a bit. “Don’t make this about the missiles.”

“This is about survival,” Pike reasons, “we don’t have the numbers but the missies in this mountain even the playing field, and you know I’m right.”

“Even if I did agree with you we still don’t have the launch codes,” Sinclair mentions and Raven steps forward, a smirk on her lips.

“No, but we have me.”

Gina follows the engineers as Audrey follows Octavia and Echo and I stood still, Bellamy walking towards me. “I’m going with you,” I mumble as my heart pounds against my ribcage.

He shakes his head, his hands resting on my hips while pulling me closer to him. “No. You need to stay here. Help them get those missiles up and launching. I need you to be safe,” Bellamy whispers, his breath fanning my face and I glance towards the floor.

“Bell-,”

“Please don’t argue with me. You mean so much to me and if there’s an assassin at Polis then I don’t want you anywhere near it,” he explains and I sigh loudly, looking up at him through my eyelashes.

“Fine. I’ll stay. Don’t make me repeat my words the last time we parted. Don’t get hurt this time, alright?” I mutter, my hands gripping his guard jacket. I pull him closer to me, connecting our lips together.

I move my lips against his, putting all of my passion into this one kiss. Bellamy’s hand slides around my lower back, dipping under my shirt as our chests are pressed against each other. He pulls away after about a minute, both of us panting a bit as our foreheads were touching.

“Go be a hero,” I mumble quietly and Bellamy chuckles, placing a short kiss to my lips before taking off after Pike, O, Aud, and Echo.

I bite my lip, taking a few steps back before jogging towards the main control room. I come to a stop at the door, opening it quickly as Raven stood at the front of the room, looking through a book as Sinclair and Gina were searching the computers.

“Have we got anything?” I ask and Raven quickly looks over her shoulder before shaking her head.

“It’s a twelve-digit code, there are a trillion combinations. It’s gonna take me a minute,” she comments and I frown, walking up to her.

Sinclair pushes his chair out, standing up and crossing his arms over his chest. “Gina, what do you got?” He asks.

“Don’t look at me. I’m just a grunt,” she puts her hands up in surrender as I lean my back against the table.

“Oh, come on, guys,” he sighs, pacing around the room. “It’s gonna be dark soon. We’re working analog, we’re working digital, what are we missing?”

I scratch my jaw, thinking a bit and it baffles me that anyone could remember a twelve digit code. “How did the president remember a code that long?” I ask aloud, looking at the three of them.

“Not well,” Raven mutters and Gina tilts her head to the side.

“Wanna bet he wrote it down somewhere?” Gina asks and my eyes widen, turning around to look at the papers strewn across the table.

Raven scoffs a bit, stepping towards the others. “Come on. That’d be like setting the code to all zeros.”

“Well, it’s certainly something we haven’t tried yet,” Sinclair offers and Gina glances towards me.

“Britt and I will check the president’s office,” she states and I nod, following her as the two of us leave the control room in a hurry. I set the walkie on the waist of my pants, tying my hair up in a ponytail.

Gina and I searched every damn inch of the president’s office and came up with nothing. I let out a frustrated groan, tightening my ponytail before running my hands over my hair. “Let me go check his quarters,” I mumble, remembering when I ran past it earlier.

I ran quickly to the room Cage used to sleep in, whipping open the door before searching in every book that sat on the shelves. “Fuck!” I shout, pushing over the bookshelf before making my way back towards the office.

“Gina did you have any-,” I started asking but was cut off by the sound of her struggling. I look up, seeing her hunched over the desk and she looks back at me.

“B-Britt… go! Get out of here!” She struggles to yell while I saw the numbers on the small screen descending. “Save yourself…”

“I’m sorry, Gina,” I mumble, my vision blurring from the tears as I back out of the room, sprinting towards the door. My heart is pounding in my chest as I can see the exit about fifteen feet away from me, trying to push myself to move faster when the explosion goes off.

I let out a scream getting thrown across the room and I bash my head off the stone wall while hearing the mountain collapsing.

Raven’s POV

I breathe heavily, tears in my eyes as I stare at the collapsed mountain. My hands shake as I pick up the radio before speaking into it. “Bellamy. Bellamy, come in,” I state, my voice shaking as I sniffle a bit. “The grounders attacked Mount Weather.”

“What are you talking about?” His voice comes through as I sit completely on the ground, my hand running through my hair.

“It’s gone. It’s gone. They’re all gone. Sinclair and I are the only ones left,” I tell him, my heart clenching at the fact that Britt and Gina were still in there. “I’m so sorry,” I sob, squeezing my eyes shut as I lean back, tears continuously streaming down my cheeks.

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