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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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The Time Apart : Coming home

@wackydrabbles Prompt #102*: “You keep a photo of ________ in your wallet? ” Note - the original prompt was “us” and not a fill-in, so use “us” for bonus drabble cred this week! ☑️ *challenge accepted*

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: G

Triggers: None Identified by this author

Pairing: (no pairing) Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand

A/U: Agent Phoenix: Forged in Fire - The time apart: This timeline occurs during Jessica's absence in Cordonia or when not formally paired in Cordonia with Liam as the TRR cast and original characters deal with her absence as well as Jessica and Liam attempt to go through life without each other. Stories may or may not have an in the present timeline component and are not always in order. It depends on the prompt, random inner thoughts, and the muse whenever they stop by. There are no chapter numbers as they are written as just a series of events in story form. Multi-part stories, as always, are labeled.

Detailed disclaimer

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A/N #1: Jessica is adopted legally by the Beaumonts

A/N #2 This is my first Agent Phoenix forged in fire directors cut one-shot and drabble series timeline. This story has been in my drafts for 2 years and I was able to play around with the prompt for it to work :)

Song Inspiration: Coming home (CLEAN)- Diddy ft. Dirty money & Skylar Grey &

Photograph - Ed Sheeran

Word count: 1,996*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.*

Reading time: 8 minutes

Years ago in Cordonia...

Liam's Office in the Capital

Liam's red-rimmed eyes looked at his brother, and he said, "He changed the law. I can't believe he terminated RG- 7 visa status three days before the wedding, and the state offices are closed. What good is all this power if I am just following the laws he made that can not be overturned? He has stolen our happiness together, and now with this law, he is taking my ability to just see her in any capacity."

"Liam, we will figure it out," Leo assured his brother.

"Leo, I don't know what to do. I just need time to rid myself of this marriage. But if she doesn't have status in the next day or two, she is gone forever, and there is nothing I can do."

"Liam, I will have to go to archives to find the canon law to refer to. But I can outmaneuver this. The archives are only open to the sovereign and their regent...which is you. I need your permission to enter. And I need an order from you to restore my Bastier privileges.

"Of course you have it." Liam quickly began working on the order.

Ramford Vineyard

Jessica sat on her bed looking through her suitcase as tears streamed down her face as she thought out loud, "What do you wear when you watch someone you love marry someone else? Black? Red? Well, I guess if heartbreak was a color, you would wear that."

*knock*

Jessica wiped her tears and took one shaky breath, and said, "Come in." As she zipped up the suitcase.

Bertrand entered the room with a blank expression on his face "Lady Jessica, I would like to broach a difficult subject with you."

"Sure, Mr. Rogers lay it on me." Jessica teased

Bertrand took a deep breath. "I have come to talk about your intentions of staying here."

"Bertrand, I came for the wedding. I haven't thought past that."

"We are forever grateful that you have. I regret to inform you that your RG-7 visa has been revoked."

Jessica's lips trembled, and she began to cry. "What?"

"Jessica, it means that you will have three days after the wedding to settle your affairs and return home."

Jessica took a deep breath. "OH. Then I guess I will just reapply for a travel visa and come back after settling back home."

Bertrand sat next to her. His eyes began to water. "Jessica, you cannot come back. The status is extended to Royal Guest as a suitor you were a guest of this house. With the ending of Social Season, you are not. For you to be granted privileges to enter as an unmarried suitor with no relations to a royal house, Liam would need to sign for your entry."

Jessica smirked. "Well, of course, he would. I will be back as soon as I can."

Bertrand's voice wavered, "The Queen would also need to sign… We all know she wouldn't because you are a threat to her even if you are not in that..." he paused, then said, "Cordonian arrangement."

"So I won't even be able to see my friends or come back to my second home?"

Bertrand reached for Jessica's hand and said as his voice wavered, "You will be prohibited from reentry for either five, ten, or 20 years. It's even possible that you will not be allowed to return at all. It is out of Liam's hands. Should he divorce, the ban remains intact."

"God, Constantine made sure to not just screw me out of a future with Liam. He made sure I would never see you guys ever again...at least in person on Cordonian soil. All I'm guilty of is loving Liam."

"Jessica, I have not been able to offer you financial assistance, and it is a regrettable shame that I couldn't. You have comported yourself with grace and dignity, and we are proud of you. Leo has found a law that gives us time. I can adopt you as a sibling. So Maxwell and I would like to offer you our name. You will have the right to be affiliated with our house and part take in court events. I expect it. It is an honorary title and one that you have earned and brings me great joy to give you… as the sister, you have become to us. Should you decide to stay past the grace period, you can be given citizenship through us, which I will gladly sponsor."

Jessica gave Bertrand an embrace that he accepted without hesitation.

Bertrand then said, "However, this means that you are in my care. SO if someone would like to court you, they will approach me as it is our custom."

1 day later ...

Ramford Vineyard

The sibling adoption ceremony took place at 3 pm. Jessica proudly wore her house colors light blue. Her dress was a stunning A-Line scoop neck knee-length chiffon cocktail dress with ruffles as she signed the document that would tie her to the Beaumont's forever the late Duchess's ring adorned her finger a gift from Bertrand. The brothers wanted to tie her to their house not in name but spirit by bestowing her an heirloom that would have been passed down to her if she were a natural-born daughter of their house. In their hearts, they knew their mother would have never objected to her personal effects being passed down to someone so loved by them.

Jessica gave them both a glowing smile as she stood in front of Liam, who oversaw the proceeding. He looked at her signature, and his heart ached. It was signed as Jessica M. Garcia - Beaumont instead of Jessica Garcia - Rys. The document notarized in the house sigil a cephalopod instead of the sigil he yearned to give her his mother's house sigil a Phoenix. The Beaumont's were able to give her the things he couldn't. He gave her a soft smile, happy she was staying in Cordonia but uncertain of their fate by the end of the week, he would be married to Madeleine. He wanted so badly to abdicate in Italy, but she wouldn't allow it, and now the only way to love each other until he was free was to do so in secret.

Liam collected himself and said, "Lady Jessica of house Beaumont, you are now bound to this house not only by name and but by spirit. Cordonia welcomes you with open arms. I look forward to signing the order that makes you a subject loyal to its crown in due time."

She gave him a deep, flawlessly executed curtsy taught to her by Bertrand on her first night in Cordonia, Leo turned to them with a camera in hand and said, "Okay guys, big smile on the count of three say 'Swear Vest.'"

A rare proud smile formed on Bertrand's face as he got closer to Jessica, and both he and Maxwell placed their hands behind her waist.

Leo counted down "1 2 3."

Jessica, Maxwell, and Bertrand smiled as they said in unison 'Sweater Vest.'

*click*

Years later ...

Ramford

Jessica froze as she walked into the Beaumont Estate...So many memories coming back to her. Even more so when she saw Bertrand ordering a staff member at the staircase.

"Maxwell! There you are! Where have you been off-" He faltered as he turned towards them. He looked genuinely surprised for only a moment before schooling his features. His aristocratic training coming second nature.

"Ah, Lady Jessica...It seems you remember your way back."

Jessica came towards him, Maxwell right beside her. Bertrand scowled at his younger brother before barely suppressing his glare at Jessica.

"Bertrand-"

He caught her off with a polite raise of his hand.

"I do not care to hear any half apologies or excuses. You did what I suppose you needed to do. You just wanted a life of your own. Why you couldn't do it here will remain a mystery to me. I did, however, expect more from you."

His words cut deep before he sighed, his features softening.

She felt her chest ache when she saw the hurt in her old mentor's eyes.

"We never knew what happened to you or if you were okay… We waited for a letter, at the very least. I couldn't even find you a suitor to marry you into another house so you could stay and try to live life here. This house was broken and had no prestige; we had nothing to offer anyone."

Jessica felt offended at his accusation.

"What? Do you think it was about money?! Or prestige?! Damn it, Bertrand!- I would have married Liam if he was a regular guy; his status didn't matter to me."

He interrupted her with an enraged glare. "Why else would you abandon us?!" He argued.

"Bertrand-" Maxwell interjected but shut his mouth from a glare shot his way by his older brother.

"I love Liam. That's why! Because I couldn't share a life with him. Whatever we did have was only temporary until he ran back to being Madeleine's husband. I was not meant to be the other woman. I wanted to be the only one, but I couldn't. So, I wanted to try and see if I could find someone to share my life with or at least have some sort of purpose."

"All we knew was that we did EVERYTHING in our power to help you! You were our family. We accepted you not only into our home but our lives. All for you to leave without even a proper goodbye. It's Liam's place to tell you about his heartbreak, but it's my place to tell you about ours. Savannah, Bartie, Maxwell, and mine! You were close to all of us. My son looked for you, my wife cried over you, Maxwell found comfort with the loss of you with Drake. I had no one to talk to about how much you left a void in my heart. Again, another woman that just upped and left."

Jessica's stomach sank as she saw tears forming in Bertrand's eyes.

"Bertrand…" She whimpered, reaching out to him. He shrugged away from her.

Bertrand reached into his pocket and pulled out his wallet, and handed something to Jessica.

"You keep a photo of us in your wallet?" Jessica asked.

Bertrand looked at Jessica and said, "Yes. Since the day it was taken. It is what the American's do when they love someone. They carry pictures of people they love in their wallets to reminisce. I adopted the custom. I can't tell you how many times I found myself looking at that picture and wondering what life you made for yourself in our absence." His voice cracked. It made a tear escape her eye to gently fall down her cheek. Her heart hurt badly at seeing how painful her disappearance had made it for those she loved.

Jessica opened her wristlet purse and pulled out the same picture. "I spent the most meaningful years of my life here and learned so much. I hated walking away, and as the years passed, I held on to this picture, wondering if I could ever be your sister again."

Bertrand walked over to Jessica and gave her an embrace. They stood there silently, crying into each other's arms. He whispered to her, "Tungsten, you are where you belong." Jessica sniffled and whispered, 'Mr. Rogers. Thank you for loving me. I missed you all." After a few moments passed, another set of arms wrapped around them, and she could feel his warm tears on her as his soft voice spoke, 'Blossom, I'm glad my dance partner is back. It was never the same without you. '

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nekovmancer · 2 years

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(Not so) Lonely Nights

Summary: Otto is a man who's passionate about his work, and as his partner you’d often see yourself lonely late at night while the doctor busied himself in his lab, leaving you alone with your thoughts… which are quick to get naughty.

Pairing: Otto Octavius x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, masturbation, dom!Otto, oral sex (receiving), a bit of daddy kink I guess…? poor writing forgive me in advance for typos and silly mistakes oof-

Requested by the lovely @taytay0403 ♡ featuring prompts 9 and 11, respectively “Should I help you with that?” and “No need to be quiet."

A/N: This is my very first smut oneshot. 👉👈 I really hope you enjoy it. You can also read on AO3.

gif source: here

As it seemed, geniuses like Otto Octavius himself didn’t need any rest.

The clock on your nightstand showed it was half past midnight, and apparently the doctor was far from leaving his lab and coming home, since he couldn’t even pay attention to the dozens of text messages you had sent him in the past hour, worrying yourself over his well being. And Otto wasn’t one to ignore you on purpose. He’d only completely avert his attention from you when he was too absorbed with his work, which occurred frequently. Too much for your liking, if you’re being asked.

You sighed, hugging your pillow between your legs as you kept your eyes on your phone’s screen, waiting for a miracle. When there’s none, you send Otto another message, “It’s lonely here without you. The bed feels cold…” and you add a sad face emoticon to the end, just to emphasize how heartbreaking it is to be apart from your boyfriend on a Saturday night.

As Otto busied himself with the project of his life, you’d stand unceasingly by his side as a genuine supporter and admirer of him and his work, even before you’ve started your relationship. You’d cheer Otto when he was feeling down, remind him to eat properly and bring him food day by day just to be sure he wasn’t skipping any meals, or hug him close whenever he had trouble sleeping due his insecurities, or the overwhelming anxiety that came with the responsibility weighing on his shoulders… the power of the sun in the palm of your hand wasn’t exactly an easy accomplishment to do despite how much he was sure of his work, and the facilities which came from Oscorp's financial support was a blessing and a curse.

That’s why he'd always come home late.Otto couldn’t fail, not when he was really dedicating his life to his work to make the best from the intelligence he was gifted with. You did find all his devotion on making something for the good of mankind noble, and kinda sweet, but you surely weren't fond of the nights alone, dozing off as you waited for Otto to arrive late at night… you missed his hugs, the best hugs in the whole universe, the sound of his laughter echoing through the walls, and oh… his fingertips tracing your lips gently before he kissed you, and then… you swallowed. Hard.

It was cold indeed without Otto. His demanding lips devouring the remains of your composure as he made you plead like a good girl, with the sweetest of the moans, for the touch of his calloused hands. How long has it been since the last time he had cornered you, leaving you mewling hopelessly at the skilled touch of his hand?

There’s also those times when he’d came home so frustrated from work, blown pupils obscuring his once gentle eyes, and all that grievance would came undone as you’d kneel before him, plump parted lips brushing on the tip of his throbbing length… the taste of his skin was wandering over your tongue now, brought up by all those languid memories. Gosh, how you wish he’d walk through the door right now, ready to get some relief inside your mouth.

And talking about goddamn relief… you wouldn't complain if you got some straightaway. The pooling heat between your legs was getting harder to ignore, just as the nasty thoughts of your boyfriend and the sweet nothing he’d be whispering in your ear if he saw you like that. Though Otto still hadn't arrived, nor answered your several messages, it wasn’t something you couldn't take care of by yourself after all… your patient was running too thin, drowned by desire.

You tossed your phone aside and let your hand travel down your stomach, slowly reaching for that aching spot between your legs… you could feel it slightly throbbing, the painful need built from weeks of denial heating up your body as your panties are already wet from your wanting fluids.

You thought about Otto again, about the firm grip of his hands cupping your buttcheeks until you could see red bruises from his fingers marking down all your skin… how he would pepper those bruises with wet kisses and tell you what a good girl you were. All his. Entirely under his mercy. He was far from being there with you, but still close enough to drive you out of your mind.

The burning lust consuming you like embers was now begging for the much desired attention of your touch. Hard. Fast. You got rid of the clothes standing in your eyes, hissing as the cold air touches your skin and makes your nipples harden.

Laying on your back, you spread out your legs and let your index finger slide between your wet folds before it comes up, now moist from your wetness, to rub your clit. You try it gently first, so painfully slow it makes your core ache, but it’s not enough.

You needed more. Rougher. And so you gave yourself more.

Within a minute, you’re already a mess tossing and turning in the bed. You squeeze your lips shut, holding back those dirty moans you’d so gladly scream without a thought as your fingers worked hard and fast. It felt good, still… you knew you’re holding back. Something was missing. But you weren't stopping. Not now.

Your mind traveled back to Octavius. The bastard… you thought about him, locked up in his lab, too absorbed to notice your desperate need for him. Someway, it only leaves you more aroused. Your heart beat faster, the blood pumping in your ears making the low whimper which escaped your lips almost inaudible for you.

What would he do… if he found you just like that? Legs spread wide, trying so badly to reach your orgasm. Maybe you’re too quiet. Maybe you should let your moans out and disturb your neighbors. Maybe…

“My, my… you’re hopeless, aren’t you?”

That voice. It sends shivers down your spine.

You look up to find Otto by your shared bedroom’s door frame, his silhouette outlined by the city lights coming from the open window. You didn’t hear him stepping in until now.

Suddenly your fingers stop their languid moves, your breath now caught in your throat, “O-Otto, I…”

“What are you doing, love? Should I help you with that?”

You swallow hard, not even daring to blink as Otto casually approaches the bed with his head tilted, eyes shamelessly staring right into your wet throbbing core. You lose it when he licks his lips. You nod as an answer to his inquiry, since the words seem to slip away from your reach. All you could think about was him. The way he walked towards you… pride and lustful.

Could this man possibly read your mind from miles away? Nevertheless, you wanted him more than never, more than anything.

“Hm? I didn’t hear you, my dearest. Would you mind repeating?”

Such a tease, as always… luckily, you played your part as the good girl damn well.

“Yes. Help me…please.”

“Such a polite, pretty thing…” Otto holds your chin up, leaving kisses all along your jawline. His warm lips felt so good on your fever-pitched skin. Oh, you’d love them somewhere else… “I am sorry I left you like this. I’m going to make it up to you, promise.” he seals his words biting on your earlobe, his teeth nibbling so tenderly on your skin it leaves you with goosebumps.

The softest of the sighs rolls out your mouth, your nails finding the way to his back and scratching it lightly. He was still in clothes, though. And you needed to feel his skin. But Otto didn’t seem to share your plans as he removed your hands from his coat, which you’ve already unbuttoned.

“No, love,” he kisses the palm of your hand, putting it away. “Let me cherish you. May I?”

You groan, kinda disappointed, however accepting it without further complaining. Desire may get you a bit out of your mind, but not enough to decline Otto’s courteous caresses. God knows how much you’re craving for them earlier, and in the manner that his heated kisses went down your stomach… you’re more than sure you have everything you need to find your relief.

Otto’s head soon enough is between your legs, the tip of his nose apart from your clit by mere inches. His hands kept a firm grip on your hips, maintaining you pinned to the bed and leaving no room for moving away from him. Not that you were intending to do so anyway.

He has a cheeky grin crooking his lips, so amused to have you under him, with your heart slamming your chest with such a frantic it hurts. Otto could feel the heartbeat under your skin with his fingertip, he could taste your need with the tip of his tongue… just like you thought he’d do.

He takes his time savoring you. You’re his true goddess, which he praises feverishly with every breath of his lungs, each single beat of his devoted heart… and right now, with his tongue. The slowness of his moves is agonizing, though pleasant in its own way. You want more, but you also want to sink into those delightful moments as you get closer and closer to your orgasm. There’s the calm before the storm… but you could already feel the thunder disturbance.

Otto tastes every inch of your wet pussy. His nose follows his tongue, brushing over the sensitive spots he had already luxuriated in. By now, you’re breathless, holding the sheets tightly enough to make your knuckles whiten. You gasp, breath out… but something’s still odd.

“What’s wrong with you, dear? There’s no need to be quiet. I want to hear that vicious voice of yours when I make you cum,” he purrs, earning a lazy smile in response, which is quick to dissolve into an audible moan when his tongue finds its way to your clit, sucking it.

And he keeps sucking right onto that sensitive spot, as much ardently as the temperature of your skin. Something was boiling inside of you… something you couldn’t keep anymore.

Then, the storm breaks.

It washes over your body impetuously, such that Otto has to harden his hold to keep you down to the bed. He’s still sucking on you, no boundaries stopping him as your body trembles. You call his name, and then you scream it. Over and over, like a prayer. Nothing else matters: it is only him, and the bliss he gives you from every wet thrust of his lips and tongue.

Your fingers find their way through Otto’s soft locks. They tangle between the strands, holding them firmly whilst you push his face onto your damp cunt. As insatiable as you, Otto is far from holding back.

Well, he is a man devoted to his work after all… and Otto takes savoring you very seriously. He can feel how close you are, not only by your stomach tightening and the thick air coming out your lungs, but the clench of your walls around his tongue… It drives him wild.

He presses his fingers harder in your hips, fingernails lingering in your skin until they leave red lined marks traveling down to your groin. Otto rests your legs on his shoulders, briefly parting from your core to kiss your inner thighs. You lift your hips towards his mouth, wanting his lips to meet your clit again. There’s no begging, no pleas… he does it.

And with a couple of skilled moves, you came undone. So easily, but not surprisingly. With your eyes closed, the world turned blank: it was all about the euphoria of your orgasm… like fire itself was running in your veins instead of blood, erupting from inside out. Made you everything and nothing. A perfect, lovely mess.

Sweat was still running down your temple when Otto picked you up, holding you tight to his chest and tucking a strand of hair behind your ear to kiss your face tenderly. You could hear his strong heartbeat and feel the erection kept on his pants smoothing your bare lower back.

This was far from over, yet…

“I suppose the bed doesn’t feel cold anymore. Does it?” his thumb caresses your cheek with such affection that it hurts. You’ve missed him deeply. His voice, his arms, his kisses… everything. “I don’t see a sad expression on you now.”

You can’t help but laugh at this point. Well… of course he had read your messages. Thankfully, he knew you too well and came straight home. Although you were a bit too busy to care for his replies… everything went perfectly in the end.

“Consider yourself forgiven, my love.”

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s-hera · 2 years

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I Watch You Disappear

Ran haitani x Fem! Reader

~Tags. Cheating, grammatical error, typos. Minors don't interact with this fic (mention of smut), Angst but it's not sad enough, wherein both lovers is liar, eww.

~ wc. 0.8k

~ a/n. AGAIN, from my alt...if you see this already then good 4 u? ig?

Argument with ran rarely happened, he’s calm and have this annoying energy around him that causes both of you to laugh while in a argument, but right now, you two have been arguing almost daily, just because of small things. It got worse every time you two fight, the past were mention, the flaws too, almost everything. He began to change, and you’re a fool who didn’t even realized it. At this point you two rarely see each other on the shared apartment, that’s now very empty and just full of appliances, you decided to stay at your best friends house, while ran, ran, you don’t know where he stays but you’re positive that he’s staying on bonten’s hq.

On your way home you saw a black kitten, it walked passed through you like you were invisible but you didn’t mind because you really need to come back home, you forgot something on the apartment. Walking through the main door, you heard nothing but moans, which you expected already. You always expected the unexpected because your lover is ran haitani, Ran haitani that rules the roppongi, the City is known because of the life called “night life”.

You knocked through your shared room door, you don’t want to disturb them ofcourse.

They didn’t hear the soft knocked since the still kept moaning “fuck me, harder, R-ran”.

Again you knocked, harder than the first one but still calmed, you don’t want him to see you angry, don’t you? Were they able to hear it this time? Yeah they were able to hear it.

When the door was opened there you see Ran and his mistress, you gave him a smile.

“y-y/n?”

“Yes, Ran?Or should I say sweetie?”

“Why are you here?”

“Did you forget that both of us invested in this apartment?Ofcourse i would come back here” the audacity of him to ask “and also can you tell your Mistress to fuck off first? She just disgust me, I'm not here to fight her and i don’t have any intention too” You whispered to him.

“I-”

“Just tell her ran, i just forgot something here, after i got it you two can fuck again” you seat on the couch that is on the living area.

The man talked to his mistress and you didn’t even care, like he was nothing to you, he’s very wrong tho.

Deep inside it hurts, You can feel your heart shattering to pieces, and you, you still decided to stay strong inside.

“She’s gone, I also need to tell you something”

“Yeah go on, talk, while im packing my things”

“Your what?”

The only answer he got is silence. That made him angry, the fact you didn’t care about him “cheating”, it ranges him mad.

“You know what? I’ve been wanting to leave you for months, I just can’t because I’ve made a bet. This relationship was a fucking bet, And you didn’t even notice, You’re a fool, You’re a fool for true love. The sweet acts i made was for a position on bonten, i’ve always wanted to be more on that organization.”

“What’s their name? They know mine, they’ve seen my name and face all over our house, in our bedroom. It’s only fair I know their name as well..”

“Yurika” Don’t you really care about him anymore? There’s not even a tear on your eyes, Do you even loved him? Cause right now…He can’t feel the love.

“I think this is it for us, Ran haitani, The both of us are now free. I’ll go now, I have packed my things. You can keep this apartment too, Sell it, Leave on it, It doesn’t matter to me anymore.” At the end of the sentence your voice almost broke. You need to speak straight, For the sake of yourself, For you to save yourself cause you know that when one tear broke it would be all over and you would just forgive him like the argument that both of you occurs is nothing, Like he didn’t told you that this relationship is a bet.

You leaved, You walk by pass him like there’s no him, he’s not there, Like you don’t see him anymore.

It breaks your heart when he told you it was just a bet, and it doesn’t mean anything.

Maybe you two doesn’t belong to each other, but ran hope that in the parallel world…both of you are happy and doesn’t lie on how you really feel. Maybe on the parallel world you two are living peacefully. He was ashamed of himself, on how he said that to you without even thinking, the words he said wasn’t true, He guess in this timeline you two weren’t meant to be.

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zhongliologist · 3 years

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Shibari + Zhongli canon compliant nsfw

Pairing: Zhongli x Gender Neutral!reader

Genre: SMUT SMUT SMUT!!

Words: 3.9k

AN: Hi anon!! Sorry this took a while! THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS ONE!! I’m glad I had experience writing something like this before skajdha I decided I can’t fit this into a small drabble, so here’s like a really long version lmao my two itty bitty braincells are now in no-brain mode, so this might be full of typos or errors.

*WARNING!! THIS IS PURE SMUT. IF YOU ARE A MINOR, IT IS UPON YOUR DISCRETION. PLEASE READ RESPONSIBLY*

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When Zhongli first heard the word while on a stroll late one night, he had realized that there was indeed an artform he had yet to encounter or at least heard of. His curiosity peaked, it was only a matter of time before he finally had to give in and ask you what it was.

“YN, if I may,” he began, settling the cup of tea to the table. “There is something I wish to know.”

Attention caught, you raised your brows at him—surprised that there was actually something Zhongli has yet to know—as you took a mouthful of wonton noodles.

“Sure, ask away,” you replied, chewing.

“Well, this was several nights ago,” Zhongli recounted, his deep voice serious. “I was passing by a group of shipbuilders and I couldn’t help but over hear their conversation.”

You hummed, prompting him to continue while stuffing another serving of blackened bass in your mouth.

“Their discussion involved an artform popular in Inazuma, and apparently has spread all over Teyvat as well,” he continued. “Unfortunately, I have yet to hear about this certain artform. Could you care enlighten me please?”

Leaning your head to the side, you wondered what it was. There wasn’t any popular art trend nowadays which Zhongli doesn’t know, so you became to grow curious as well.

“Did you catch the name of it?”

Zhongli nodded. “Yes. It’s called shibari.”

You almost choked on the food you were eating.

“Are you sure that’s what you heard?”

“I believe it is what I have heard,” he replied. “Is there something wrong?”

Sighing, you were going to have a lot of trouble explaining it to him. It was painfully obvious how Zhongli is so out of touch from the pleasures of mankind.

Pinching the bridge of your nose, you decided it was best for him to know, before he does something unexpected.

“It’s kind of a sexual play,” you told him, but despite your words, Zhongli only glanced at you, eyes blinking.

Watching him, you noticed he had placed his hand over his chin—a habit he had whenever he was thinking. Whatever comes out of his thoughts, you were beginning to become nervous.

“I see. So, performing art during intercourse…interesting,” he mumbled to himself. “It is not too far off considering the fact that intercourse could also be deemed as a form of art, wherein it takes specialized honed skill to elicit a pleasurable result. To take two art forms and combine them in one act…I am astonished at the inventiveness of man.”

You took a bite from a dumpling, eyes jaded. “It’s not that grand, you know.”

“Now that I am aware of its existence,” Zhongli continued, paying no heed to your comment. “I wish to experience it myself. YN, I must request for your assistance.”

The dumpling you were eating fell back to your plate. “…what?”

“This…this shibari. I wish to partake in this now popular art form,” he repeated, but you only became more flabbergasted.

“Didn’t you hear me say that it’s a sexual play?!”

“I did. That is why it must be you,” Zhongli replied, taking your hand and placing it over his smirking lips. “You are my lover after all.”

Flustered, you had no choice but to agree. You knew of Zhongli’s immense curiosity and nothing is going to stop him from finding out what he wants to find out. Moreover, you wouldn’t really want him to experience it with someone else.

“F-fine,” you conceded, still nervous. “But give me a month to prepare. You should also ready yourself.”

Wondering why he had to wait and ‘ready’ himself, Zhongli leaned his head to the side. “Very well, but why a month?”

You scratched your nape as you averted your gaze somewhere. “I don’t have the right stuff, and I don’t have enough knowledge to do it properly. So give me some time.”

It had been a month since that conversation had occurred, and Zhongli began to feel a little bit antsy as the day drew near. It wasn’t common for him to feel this nervous energy, always maintaining his calm and composure. But it was different this time.

Since that discussion with you, you had banned any sort of sexual act from sex to masturbation, all except from small kisses; and as someone who had gotten used to your presence in his arms at night, Zhongli instantly felt withdrawal symptoms cloud his dignified countenance.

Zhongli inhaled sharply as soon as you entered his room, anticipation deeply running in his veins. You took a shower right after him, making him wait and allowing his imagination to run rampant inside his head.

“Sorry, did I make you wait?” you asked, making your way to the bed in nothing but a bathrobe.

“No, it’s alright,” Zhongli replied, his long hair now freely flowing after he had taken off his ponytail when he was taking a shower.

Running your hands through his dark hair, you admired the way they slipped against your skin as if they were made of silk. Absentmindedly, you began to braid his hair in a lose coif, making him relax underneath your touch.

“Um…er…YN, are we going to—”

You hummed, interrupting his words as you smiled. “Eager, aren’t we?”

“I fear that I may longer be able to contain my anticipation,” he confessed, feeling your hands on his back through the thin robe he was wearing.

Grinning, you knelt down and embraced him from the back; giving his temple a small kiss. “It seems like I don’t have to ask you if you’re sure about this.”

Loving how you felt so warm around him, Zhongli smiled as well as he intertwined his fingers between yours. “I do feel nervous, but it was I who wished to know; thus I must see it to the end.”

“Well, that settle’s it then,” you replied as you removed yourself from his shoulders. “Before we start, I need to remind you that we can always stop if you can no longer handle it, ok?”

Zhongli sighed. “I am confident that I can handle something like this.”

“Please stop being so stubborn,” you retorted back, annoyed that he really has to insist he wouldn’t need it. “Since it will take you forever to decide, I’ve picked one for you. It’s Rex Lapis. Say it when it gets too much.”

He scoffed. “You retaliate in the most absurd of ways, yet very well, I’ll keep it mind. Nonetheless, that does not mean I will use it.”

You grinned. “You’ll take that back soon enough.”

As you said those words, you shifted from your seat and faced him; hands cupping his chin. There was a look of surprise in Zhongli’s expression as soon as you tilted his head up to meet your eyes—too slow to react at the situation.

“Now, from here on out, I’m the one in charge. Any misdemeanor will warrant due punishment,” you began, voice firm and authoritative. “Are we clear, Zhongli?”

It took him some time to adjust at the sudden shift in the air; stunned at the tone you were giving him. This was probably the first time he had seen you take the lead, and it might’ve given him some sort of whiplash.

“Answer me,” you demanded, which made him jerk his attention back to you.

“I—uh…yes…”

“Very good.”

Smiling at his response, you removed yourself before him and sat just beside him with an easy expression. “Well then, why don’t you take off that robe? Just the robe though, leave your underwear on.”

Brought on by the awkward situation and the fact that you just ordered him to strip, Zhongli’s face immediately heated up to a few degrees. It was strange that he was feeling it for some reason—was this the actual appeal of the performative art form? Or was this simply one of your whims?

As he removed the silk tie tying his robe shut and slid it on the floor, you instructed him to quietly kneel down on the bed before you; hands neatly placed on top of his lap.

“Y-YN…? What is this…?” he asked, confusion marring his youthful face. It was embarrassing to sit on the bed that way, wearing nothing but his underwear, his dick beginning to form a tent.

Yet you only smiled at him.

“Don’t worry. We’re getting to the actual act,” you replied, crawling towards him before placing your hands on his bare chest. “If you can hold on till then, I might actually award you, you know?”

Leaning down, you immediately captured his lips in a deep kiss, moving softly yet sensually against his. Cupping his cheeks, you pushed your tongue inside and easily played with his. For some reason, this felt way hotter than the kisses you previously shared, with Zhongli unable to keep his hands to himself and began to wrap his arms around your waist.

You broke off the kiss with a click of your tongue; your thumb still on his swollen lips.

“YN…”

“What did I say about touching?” you asked, eyes holding nothing but pure mischief.

As soon as he heard you, Zhongli knew he had made a mistake and instantly rescinded his embrace; eliciting a chuckle from you.

“I—uh, forgive me…” he hurriedly told you, his voice beginning to lose their strength as he stuttered and tumbled at the words he used to be so eloquent with. As someone who has prided of his calm demeanor, Zhongli felt a surge of embarrassment at how he easily succumbed to your touch.

It was so adorable to see him like this; all flustered and nervous, making you want to see more of those reactions you have yet to see.

“Stay there. I’ll be right back,” you told him and stood up; an idea forming in your thoughts.

The moment you left; thoughts of things he might’ve done wrong kept repeating inside his head. He was scared that he might’ve crossed something which he shouldn’t have—the sounds of you rummaging through your belongings only exacerbated the nervousness that was already in his system.

However, you were not gone for long. He could sense you behind him, daring not to move or look back, and as soon as you draped a cold silk cloth over his eyes, he instantly realized what he had eagerly signed up for.

For one, as the Geo Archon, it was unimaginable for him to be in such a position, but for some reason, Zhongli found it incredibly arousing to have him at your mercy—to be restricted and ordered around; to be at the other end of the spectrum from what he was used to?

This is strange indeed…

“Don’t you agree that everything feels more vivid when you’re blindfolded?” you asked, now back on his lap; and despite being robbed of sight, he could tell you were smirking. “Does it feel good, Zhongli?”

“I…I cannot be certain…” he replied, the feeling of your intense stare sending shivers down his spine. “I haven’t experienced something like this before…”

At his hesitation, you could only giggle and gave him a small kiss. “Well, there’s a first for everything, but this one here…”

Your voice trailed off, your hand effortlessly finding his half hard dick and pressed on it harshly; eliciting a strangled moan from him. “It’s been feeling good for a while now, don’t you think so Zhongli?”

“I…I—!” He was at a lost for words; the pleasure he felt intoxicating his mind. You were right, the blindfold seemed to heightened his senses to such degrees of vividness.

“I can’t blame you really,” you told him, still toying with his member with your finger but not fully committing on pumping it up and down. “I did tell you to hold off for a month, of course, you’d be unusually sensitive and horny.”

If Zhongli thought his face was hot enough before, he hadn’t anticipated for it to feel full out burning as if his blood was set on fire. He tried holding off the sounds he was making whenever you pepper kisses on his shoulders, but to no avail. He was gradually becoming heady at the immense pleasure your hand was giving. By the time you continued talking, he was already panting heavily, skin flushed and hands balled so tightly into a fist, his knuckles turning white.

“Y-YN…” He wanted to say ‘too much’, but he didn’t want to stop you either.

“I’m impressed you can keep your hands to yourself,” you remarked playfully, rewarding him with a love bite just underneath his jaw. “Why don’t we move on to the actual thing itself?”

Even with the blindfold, Zhongli could feel you standing up; anticipation once again beating wildly against his chest. What were you going to do to him this time?—that was a thrill he had never expected to feel pleasure from.

You returned once more to his side, now with the appropriate items you needed, and brilliant grin on your lips to top it off. It was weirdly exciting for you as well, finally doing something as erotic as this to a dignified gentleman such as Zhongli. Which is why, you couldn’t help but talk him through it.

“I did tell you that shibari some sort of sexual play, right?” you began, as you seized both of his hand and pinned them on his back. “It involves tying someone up with rope, in patterns that are not only visually pleasing but are also designed to make you feel good.”

Zhongli could feel the roughness of the rope cling to his skin as soon as you tied his wrists together before doing various knots up his torso and down to his legs. It was incredibly strange—you were only tying him up but for some reason, he felt so exposed and so turned on.

“The reason why it’s so popular is because it gives a sense of security if you will,” you continued, remembering the patterns you had religiously practiced over and over again for the past month. “As if you were surrendering everything to that one person, trusting that they can give you security, give you pleasure. That is what this art form is.”

Every time he felt your soft hands brush against his damp skin as you tightened the rope around his body, he would control a shudder that kept on surging through him like a multitude of waves. This was beyond the ordinary, a situation Zhongli had not anticipated—you were right when you told him to prepare himself. He definitely did not heed your advice, and it came to him with a price, especially when you finally wrapped some rope around his dick as it stood straight and hard between his legs.

“If only you could see yourself right now, Zhongli,” you told him, pressing firmly on the ropes around his member before nibbling on his earlobe. “Aah, I just want to eat you up.”

With your sultry voice directly sending shockwaves down his lower parts, he could only dig his fingernails on the palm of his hands as the hemp ropes dug deeper in his skin. Even though they were not too tight, the restrictive sensation enveloping his body, plus the way you were touching him now was making him lose his mind.

“YN…YN…p-please, I—!”

He spoke between gasps as he felt your lips suckle on a sensitive point on his neck, his dick twitching as he tried to jerk up.

You hummed amusingly. “What is it, love? Where do you want me to touch you?”

Raking up your fingernails up his toned chest, you smirked as he groaned, unable to find any sort of friction he had been seeking for some time now. The way his long dark locks stuck to his skin because of how much he was sweating, or the way he trembled and shivered at every touch of his skin—you loved them all. As much as how Zhongli was intoxicated by pleasure, you were also heady with the power you had over him.

Not waiting for his answer, you crept your hands up and suddenly pinched his nipples—making him jolt straight up at the abrupt stimulation with a loud moan.

“Do you like it here?” you asked, now lavishing your tongue over a hardened nub; relentless and teasing.

“Ahh…! YN…! Wait, please!”

All of his thoughts had already vanished, replaced only by the sensations of your tongue on his now sensitive nipples, of the ropes wound tightly around him, of how painfully hard his dick was. It felt good, he had to admit it. It felt incredibly good.

“Do you want me to stop? I can always stop,” you asked, smiling. “If not, tell me where else I should touch you.”

Breathless as his chest heaved, Zhongli tried to find the words he wanted to say even as his lips trembled.

“Um…please touch….m-my…”

He was blushing furiously, the word seemingly unable to pass through his lips.

“Your what, Zhongli?” you asked him again, almost cooing but inwardly laughing at how he just can’t say the word ‘dick’.

Biting his lip to stop it from quivering too much, it seemed like he really has to throw every sense of dignity he had in him just to relieve his arousal.

“M-my…pe—ahh!!"

You pinched one of his nipples, pouting. “Don’t you dare call it penis, or else I won’t let you cum. Now, as you were saying?”

If only his head wasn’t too hazy from all the sensations stimulating him simultaneously, he would’ve made a mental note to make you suffer at a later date, but right now, his brain was being ran by his dick.

“P-Please…YN…! My—my…d-dick…I can’t…” he forced between pants as his sweat made the ropes feel even tighter and his underwear feel even more sticky.

Smirking at your victory, you pressed a kiss on his lips, your hands finally removing his dick from the constraints of his underwear. You could feel him groan on your lips as you began to move your hand up and down, and making sure to reach his most sensitive spots.

“Look at you, getting this hard after being tied up,” you whispered to his lips, a grin plastered on your face. “I didn’t know you were this dirty, Zhongli.”

“I-I’m…not!”

He tried to deny it but you kept his mouth shut by squeezing his cock tightly.

“Really now?” you asked, voice low as you kept on pumping him, his voice becoming nothing but dirty noise. “Are you about to cum?”

“YN…!” he growled, the ropes keeping his legs folded biting on his skin. “T-too much….! I’m…!”

Mercilessly, you continued to jerk him off as he crept closer and closer to climax. However, there he realized that the ropes around his member had gotten tighter, and the painful throbbing he felt was because he couldn’t cum.

“Oh? Did you find it out?” you asked, chuckling at the look of desperation so evident in his face. “If you can endure this in a few more minutes, I’ll reward you. How about that?”

“N-no, no….! YN…p-please, I c-can…no longer….” Most of his words were incomprehensible, affected by the pleasure and the pain on his cock.

You hummed playfully once more. “Do you want me to stop then? You can always say the safe word, you know?”

“No! W-wait…please! I n-need…I can’t…!”

“Then endure,” you replied, an idea blooming in your head. Your free hand then reached for the blindfold covering his eyes and unraveled it, allowing him to finally see.

However, he did not have time to recover when you immediately caught his attention.

“Look how hard you are, Zhongli,” you told him, his amber eyes blow wide by his current state. Yet strangely, the thought of him so aroused and at your mercy, only made him harder.

Laying down on the bed with your chest on the mattress, you looked up to him, his dick on your hands; your eyes reflecting mischief. “If you can hold on for a few minutes, I’ll let you cum, alright?”

Zhongli only gazed down on you, face as hot as the sun and as red as beet. He watched as you took his dick in your mouth and began sucking him off. At the sensation, he instantly threw his head back. This was totally different from your hands. This was just incredible.

With lustful eyes, you watched him convulse before as you assaulted him with your tongue—sucking and licking at every sensitive point you knew. The underside and the tip were particularly sensitive and that was where you concentrated.

“A-ahh…! Oh…shit…YN!” he groaned, his deep voice and the way he was now cursing sent you reeling as well. “T-too good…I’m…f-fuck…!”

You chuckled, the vibrations on your throat making his dick twitch as you kept on bobbing your head. Gazing up, you both exchanged glances as you kept on sucking the tip; his eyes tightly closing at the intensity.

“Are you going to cum?” you asked before diving in once again, your hands secretly making their way underneath his underwear and finding his hole. “I’ll help you.”

“W-wait…! T-that’s!” he jolted up yet unable to do anything but feel your fingers brushing around the rim.

Prodding at his hole, you enjoyed watching the pained yet lustful expression he was making on his otherwise stoic face. His eyebrows furrowed, his cheeks flushed pink, his mouth ajar as drool poured down his chin. It was fascinating, addicting. You can’t help but tease him endlessly, relentlessly as he kept on moaning your name again and again as if under a spell.

“P-Please….let me…I can’t…I’m going to….Y-YN…!”

Deciding that this was finally the limit of his first time, you cleverly untied the knot on his back which kept the rope around his pelvis secure, allowing it to loosen.

Still sucking him off and poking on his hole, you could feel him twitch inside your mouth, an indication that he was close.

“YN…! I’m….ughh…c-coming!”

In a few pumps, Zhongli climaxed in your mouth; his warm cum on your throat. It was a bit too much, and a little thick so you were unable to swallow everything, allowing it to drip down your chin.

Released from his high, Zhongli couldn’t believe he just had his biggest nut of his life after being tied up. It was in every ounce, shameful and embarrassing but it just felt too good for him to resist at all. Maybe it wasn’t too much of a bad thought to do this once in a while.

Eventually, you loosened the ropes that were still on him and took note of the rope markings on his skin, reminding yourself to give him that special balm you got for this exact purpose. As soon as you released him, you pulled him to a deep kiss which he gladly reciprocated.

Unlike your previous ones, this kiss was one of concern and care—asking and answering questions that were difficult to convey. As your lips moved against each other, your chest began to warm and float, glad that you were able to deliver his request. When you both pulled away, the normal Zhongli was back; his eyes warm and lively.

“I’m glad it felt good,” you told him, cupping his cheek. “I was afraid I might hurt you or something.”

He only chuckled and gave you a pat. “I did tell you I can handle it.”

You sighed in relief, loving the way he was touching you. “So, how about we sleep—"

Zhongli however interrupted you, pushing you down the bed, pinning your wrists. He was smiling but you definitely knew you were screwed.

“I reckon it is time for me take my revenge,” he gazed at you, eyes turning feral. “No one will be sleeping tonight.”

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“It’s You” Chapter 10

Masterlist Chapter 9

Pairing: Obi-Wan Kenobi x Fem Reader

Word Count: 4.7 K

Warnings: Sneaky Palpatine, Defensive Obi, Qui-Gon is the best Dad, Protective Anakin, Probably lots of typos.

A/N: Hello everyone and welcome back! Thank you all so much for the support this story has received, it truly means the world! I apologize, I didn’t have time to edit this one; Grad School has been a killer. Let me know via the comments if anyone would like to be added to the story or has any thoughts to share 🥰😊

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Obi-Wan paced back and forth frantically in front of the fireplace. He was trying to ignore the intense stares of his father, the Prime Minister, Mr. Windu and the Duchess of Tatooine. His mind was focused on nothing but her. Silently hoping and praying that Anakin and the boys would be successful at catching up with the Princess.....He could focus on nothing but her. The sitting room where he had just talked to the mystery girl hours ago was now filled with people who were waiting with baited breath. The King and The Duchess sat in the chaires while Mr.Windu and Palpatine stood over by the window.

Mr. Windu’s expressions was neutral. He was always usually a stoic man who never showed much emotion on a good day. The Prime Minister seemed to be agitated but then again he always seemed to be that way, so it was nothing new. Padme and the King seemed to be amused at the Prince’s exasperated actions and expressions. Like his father, the Prince was usually calm and collected.

King Qui-Gon cleared his throat. “Steady on Obi-Wan….if you pace anymore furiously you’ll burn a hole in the carpet.” He ended his teasing with a smirk.

The King was always a calm man, very little ever rattled him. Centered, kind and usually one to crack a joke to lighten the mood....It was those things that Prince always admired about his father though he wasn’t paying attention to his light-hearted teasing at the moment.

Padme covered her mouth attempting to stifle the laughter the King’s teasing had caused her.

“But where are they?!” The Prince huffed anxiously.

“Forgive me Your Majesty’s….but isn’t this rude with the ball still going on? The guests, particularly the village citizens who came here to see the Royal Family?” Palpatine drawled. He could pretend to care about the ball but no one in the room was fooled. He just wanted the Prince to be schmoozing the other royals and nobles; he could have cared less about the citizens.

“We’re not goldfish in a bowl Prime Minister...Citizens may request an audience with a member of the Royal Family any time they’d like….additionally….they aren’t as pathetic as that….Did it ever occur that they came here to enjoy themselves and have a good time? Not gawk at the nobles?” Qui-Gon asked.

Palptine just rolled his eyes. “Doubtful.”

The door to the sitting room opened and the noise of the ball that was taking place on the other side the door wafted in, altering the occupants of the room. Anakin, Cody and Rex walked in.

“WELL?!” Obi-Wan practically shrieked.

Anakin panted out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair. He shrugged his shoulders as he made eye contact with the Prince. “......She vanished….The trail went cold by the time we hit the bridge on the edge of town….her carriage must have disappeared into the forest…”

“DISAPPEARED?! HOW? I SAW HER CARRIAGE ON THE EDGE OF THE HORIZON! HOW COULD YOU HAVE NOT CAUGHT UP TO HER?” Obi-Wan shouted. Most people would have mistaken his actions for anger, but everyone in the room knew better.

For months the Prince had endured countless balls and dreary conversations….and now...the first time in his life really...he felt that he had truly met someone that set his world on fire and turned it upside down. He had been so enthralled by this mystery woman. He could have kicked himself for letting her get away. It had all happened so fast. One moment he was gazing into her lovely eyes and the next she was dashing away.

It was all slipping through his fingers.

“We’re sorry your highness….We pushed the horses as fast as we could….” Rex stammered.

“But we do know that the carriage went into the forest….and there are only two paths that run through the forest, each one has only as one end point...so at least we will know where to start looking when the search resumes….” Cody interjected. He knew his point of view would ease the Prince's mind….and he was correct. Obi-Wan’s shoulders sank.

“Which will be the first thing in the morning.” The Prince stated.

Qui-Gon’s eyebrows shot to his hairline. “You’re that serious my son?”

“Absolutely.”

Palpatine rolled his eyes. “But your highness…..Why waste more time and resources on such a woman who vanishes in such a manner at a ball in the presence of the Royal Family.” The Prime Minister drawled on.

Obi-Wan turned to look at him. His eyes were piercing blue and his checks were flushed. “Don’t you dare regard her in such a way.”

Everyone’s eyes were raised at the Prince’s defensiveness.

'She is undeserving of such scrutiny...I’m sure there is an explanation.’ Obi-Wan started pacing again after he addressed Palpatine.

“Doubtful….not with all of these peasants here…..they have no...” The Prime Minister was groaning on and on.

“Enough Sir! When I find her, I intend to make her your Queen! And I will find her….I don’t care if it takes my entire life time. Henceforth you will do well to respect her and treat as you would a Queen.” Obi-Wan spat at Palpatine.

Visible shock came over everyone as they jerked their heads back slightly at the Prince’s actions.

“I….I….am sorry Sire….” Palpatine stammered.

“You’re that serious about this girl?” Qui-Gon asked, sitting up straighter in his chair.

“Yes….I am.” He squared his shoulders as he looked at his father. Not the way a son would, but the way a man would address another man.

The King smiled as he relaxed. “Well….there you have it then. Lord Anakin….Commander Cody, starting tomorrow morning but all of our resources into finding this women….We wouldn't let our future Queen to get too far away.”

“But….but….Sire…..” Rex mumbled.

Anakin could see that all eyes were on Rex as he fumbled his way through his statement, including Obi-Wan’s stern, crystal blue eyes.

“What my Captain means to say….” Anakin interjected as he stepped forward putting himself in between Rex and the rest of the crowd.

Obi-Wan titled his head as he regarded Anakin.

“....We…..” Anakin huffed. He didn’t know how to break this to his best friend, especially when he had never seen him so…..wound up. - “We have nothing to go on. We don’t know what direction her carriage went when it disappeared into the forest. We have nothing. You said you didn’t catch her name. So, no name, no address…..She didn’t even leave anything behind like a mask or a shoe, anything that could be traced to her.”

“A shoe?!” Mr. Windu huffed the words out under his breath.

Palpatine scoffed. “What kind of scatterbrained girl would leave a show lying about? How would she not notice or be able to walk?”

“Nonetheless,” -Cody cut the Prime Minister off - “We have absolutely nothing to go on your Highness.”

“Then you will search the entire Kingdom.”

Everyone turned and looked at Qui-Gon like he was a mad man.

“You can’t be serious?” Palpatine gasped.

“Oh but I am.” The king chuckled. He loved that he seemed to get under the pompous Prime Minister's skin.

He stood up from the chair and looked at his son seriously. “Are you absolutely sure about this?”

Obi-Wan beamed with emotion and pride as he answered his father. “I am a father. She is the one…..I know I don’t have much to go on but….I’m telling you, I just know.”

The two men shared a smile….Not as King and Prince, but as father and son.

Turning so that he faced the room as he came to stand next to his son, the King addressed the room. “Then we will search the entire Kingdom. We will knock on every door, we interview and ask every maiden, regardless of her station. As for the nobles who attended from abroad, we have the guest list. We shall send a representative to every kingdom.”

Obi-Wan felt a sensation of relief knowing his father was on his side.

“Hang on.” Padme interrupted. “What’s to stop one of these girls from lying? We know from experience that some of them would do anything to get a moment alone with the Prince. What’s to stop them from lying and impersonating the mystery princess?”

“Mystery princess?” Obi-Wan mused. “I like that.”

“Focus!” Cody chided him a bump of his elbow.

“Padme is right.” Anakin spoke up as he winked at her, causing her to smile bashfully. “We need to have something in place so that we know her to be who she says she is.”

The Prince titled his head thoughtfully.

“Was something about her that stood out to you? A defining feature?” Rex questioned him.

“Her eyes were absolutely stunning…..enchanting really…..Even with a mask on I could see the soul that radiated from them….” Obi-Wan spoke so wistfully he sounded as if he was daydreaming.

“As great for you as that is, if we don’t want to be searching for the 10 months, you can’t come along with us to every house and neighboring kingdom. We need something more than her eyes.” Anakiin teased him.

“Was there anything that you told her that only she would know? DId she tell you something about her? Was there something specific you talked about?” Mr. Windu asked.

The room full of people started bickering and talking over one another about the best way to discern a way for the “mystery princess” when they found her.

Obi-Wan however didn’t chime in. He ignored them and huffed out an exasperated breath. There had to be something that he was overlooking or missing about this situation. He had spent a few hours with this lovely girl and all he could reproduce and recall about his time with her was her eyes?

He started pacing again, not that anyone noticed. They were still too busy arguing with each other trying to come up with a solution.

He turned and looked at the double french doors that he walked through to the garden with her only hours before. She had been so lovely to talk to and he wished that he was out there again with her.The moon was higher in the sky now and it cast an even brighter glow over the landscape, its cool, silvery glow mixed with the fiery, golden glow of the torches that lined the garden pathways.

He felt brilliance wash over him and his eyes became wide with excitement. “That's it!” He whispered.

“THE MOON!” Obi-Wan exclaimed as he turned around to face everyone.

The room fell silent as everyone looked at him.

“What?” Anakin looked at him like had truly lost it.

Obi-Wan shook his head, shrugging off the looks that everyone was giving him. He walked back to join the group.

“The moon is our answer. When I was strolling through the gardens with her…”

“Is that what happened to you! You actually left the ball when you know all these people are here to see you!” Palpatine gasped, interrupting Obi-Wan.

“Quiet.” Qui-Gon raised his hand, silencing Palpatine and ignoring his nonsense.

The Prince just gave the Prime Minister an irritated look. “....Yes, I did leave the ball with her...because what you fail to understand Prime Minister is once I found her, I didn’t care if every King and Queen in the world was in that ballroom to see me, I only wanted to see her.” He shot back.

“Yeah, yeah….we know, you like her. Get to the point about the moon.” Padme pressed him as she spoke exasperatedly with her hands; she had no time for a battle of wits or dominance with Palptine right now.

Anakin just smiled at his wife as Obi-Wan started talking again, sharing the same smile that his friend did. “When we were strolling through the gardens she told me that she and the moon are old friends…..that she calls her “Luna '' and says she is the best keeper of secrets. That's what you're going to do. Ask her who she confides in and if she says the moon, ask her what she calls her. A two part question with a two part answer.”

Everyone who was on Obi-Wan’s side smiled triumphantly. Palpatine, clearly the only one who wasn’t satisfied with the situation, scoffed.

“That's lovely.” Padme murmured.

“She is lovely” Obi-Wan replied.

“Mr.Windu….you have your question. Supply a copy of the question to all the guards but not the answer. Tell only the Captains the answer verbally and see to it that they don’t repeat it to anyone; I don’t want any mishaps. Prepare the guard to start their search at first light.”

Mr. Windu bowed low toward the king. “Yes your Majesty.”

“Anakin.” The king bellowed, causing the young man to sweat slightly as he turned to look at him. “You are personally in charge of this. See to it that this is done as systematically as possible. I don’t want too much time going by and giving this princess the potential to slip further away. I want her found by the end of the week. Are we clear?”

Anakin bowed toward the king like Mr. Windu had. “As you wish your Majesty. Rex and I will see to it right away. We start making preparations.”

But as he rose up from his bow, he caught Padme’s expression. She wasn’t upset but she looked sad. It was no secret that many felt that Padme was too good for Anakin and other Lords and Dukes made no attempt to conceal their flirting and feelings for her when she was alone…..sometimes some of the bolder gentleman even did it with Anakin standing right there; a situation that never ended well. Being without him in a ballroom was less than idealistic. She could most certainly take care of herself, but Padme had to walk a tight line. Her position as a senator often caused her to have to be diplomatic to the very men who wished make her feel uncomfortable both in the senate and the dance floor.

Yet, Qui-Gon had also seen her expression. Being King, he was aware of the double standard that a women senitor faced and he was personally disgusted by it. No matter how much he tried to change the culture of his council, some men just refused to be enlightened. He adored Padme like a daughter and Anakin was like a second son to him; he wished nothing more for them to be safe and happy.

He walked forward and placed a hand on her shoulder. “My dear….I would never leave you stranded; not that you couldn’t handle anything you wished too on your own. You, Anakin and your entourage are to stay here at the Palace until this business is sorted out, as guests of the King. As for tonight, seeings how I have now put your partner to work for the remainder of the evening….” - He turned toward his son. - “Obi-Wan will keep your company. That way neither of you are harassed by those who don’t understand that your interests in partners lie elsewhere.”

The King knew no one would dare make Padme feel uncomfortable with Obi-Wan present and if they did, he would rightly put them in their palace. After all, he had raised his son to be nothing but a gentleman. Secondly, he was the Crowned Prince, with a snap of his fingers and a wave of his hand he could make many things happen….another reason why no one would challenge him; something else that the King knew and had no problem using to his advantage at the moment.

Padme breathed easily as Qui-Gon kissed the back of her hand, a sign of respect and love. Obi-Wan walked forward and chuckled. “I hope I am a suitable replacement.”

“Quite suitable your Grace.” Padme said as she linked arms with Obi-Wan. The two always got on well and when the opportunity provided itself, she, Anakin and Obi-Wan always made a great trio that enjoyed each other's company immensely.

Anakin raised an eyebrow at his best friend and his wife. He gave Obi-Wan a look that conveyed that he wasn’t kidding around. “Take care of her…I trust you.”

The Prince was aware of the situation and of those who wished to cause his friend nothing but problems and drama. He would of course protect Padme as much as she would protect him from girls who were eagerly awaiting to fling themselves at him.

Obi-Wan inclined his head with a slight bow. “And I carry that trust with great care. I won’t leave her side until I escort her to her chambers for the evening.”

“Good.” Anakin said flatly to his friend. He and Padme exchanged a kiss. As the two passed by him, Anakin leaned in close to Obi-Wan so that only he could hear him. “And make sure Lord Clovis doesn't get too handsy with her…..He is constantly annoying her and she is too kind to send him packing….”

“Noted.” Obi-Wan gave Anakin a reassuring nod.

The Prince, the Duchess of Tatooine, the Commander, the Prime Minister and The King re-entered the ball room, hoping that no one noticed their prolonged absence as that would appear extremely rude of them.

Mr. Windu, the Captain, and the Duke of Tatooine slipped through a different exit on an opposite side of the room as they had quite the task ahead of them.

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You walked up the driveway of your childhood home; barefoot and covered in the dried mud that you had been covered in before the Daughter had transformed you.

Rosita and Oswald walked up ahead of, sqwalking and clucking as they went. Angelo trotted happily alongside you and your mice friends sat on your shoulders, two on each side.

You sighed happily as you looked down at the masquerade mask in your hands. As the daughter had promised, everything that her gracious magic had given you had worn off promptly at the stroke of midnight. You had been terrified that you would be found out by the Prince’s man but your carriage had cleared the threshold to the forest just in time.

It was an odd experience, watching your dress transform in front of your eyes. Feeling the plush seating underneath you change to the goopy, seed filled inside of the pumpkin that had been your coach. It had all but spit you out of it as it smashed into pieces, flinging you and the animals with it. As you hit the ground in the middle of the dark forest, you noticed that you had been returned to the mud covered, tattered dress state that you were in before. But you didn’t have time to dawdle for you heard the approaching hooves of the Prince’s men. Quickly, with your animal friends, you dashed into a thick patch of forest to hide. As the men on horseback rode by you, the horses hooves tramped whatever remains of magic were left on the trail.

The only things that seemed to not have disappeared was the mask you had worn and one of the glass slippers. The other glass slipper had shattered when it flew off of your foot after you were ejected from the shrinking pumpkin carriage. You couldn’t say you were sad that….quite the opposite. It was a beautiful mask and the symbolism of the butterfly that daughter had told you about made you smile. After tonight and everything that happened you did especially feel like a butterfly. And the shoe sparkled like the stars that you and Obi had looked at in the garden.

Thoughts of the Prince had kept your spirits up all the way home. He had been everything that a Prince should be though it was nothing that you had expected. It wasn’t that he had a reputation and if he did you had never heard it. But Royalty or nobility always seemed to be stuck up and cold.

The Prince…..well….Obi-Wan….He was unlike anything you would think he would be. He had been charming, kind, polite...a complete gentleman. He was humble and his conversation was personable; it was as if he actually cared about you, a humble servant, had to say. Although, he didn’t know you were just a servant girl. You hated the thought of lying to him but considering you would most likely never see him again, it wasn’t a big deal. The thoughts of this night would carry you for a while…..images of him…the two of you strolling through the gardens, dancing at the ball. How he guided you through the steps as you got lost in his eyes, the feel of his hand in yours…. His eyes….you thought he had the most gorgeous eyes you had ever seen. Even with a mask on you had to admit that he was good looking.

You humed as you strode up to the house, clutching your mask and shoe to you. You had an amazing evening that was beyond anything you had ever hoped for. You would have to make it a point to find time to sneak off and go see Ashoka within the next few days and profusely apologize for leaving her stranded. Although, you weren’t sure in the end that she would mind, she was always a good sport about everything. But you especially noticed the way she was smiling at that Captain who seemed to be captivated by her. The thought of Ahsoka having a gentleman friend made you smile as you climbed the many, long staircases up to the attack. Angleo was still happily walking by your side while your mice friends had scampered off your shoulders once you had arrived inside.

The little mice bounded down the hall towards the attic staircase that was tucked away in the corner of the house, near the servants' staircases that were hidden from view. Normally you bounded up the winding staircase to your attic bedroom but tonight your head was filled with thoughts that made your head feel fuzzy, your heart flutter and your climb up the staircase slower. You kept humming the tune that the orchestra had played; although by the time you had realized thats what you were humming you had reached your room.

Opening the attic door that was really your bedroom door, you chuckled to yourself. The memory was vivid in your mind that you wondered if it was possible for it to ever fade?

Walking over to the corner of the room where the dresser was, you bent down and pushed the dresser a bit to the left; for under the dresser there was a loose floorboard that no one knew about except for you. You easily pried the board up. Under it lay a box and a few books. The books were the two novels and one geography book that your father cherished. As a child, you had spent countless hours with him as he read and reread them to you. The Geography books had maps of the world and information of the countries and the kingdoms that spanned the globe. The different cultures, customs, and religions of the people but also each kingdom's physical geography. You were only able to sneak these three away without anyone else noticing (Rena had told you that if she caught you taking any of the items out the “trash” pile that she would see to it that you had no free time for a month.) It was ironic...now that you were mostly confined to the estate as its caretaker (you refused to see yourself as a servant even though you knew that's what you were) and had no free time, that beloved geography book was your only link to the outside world. You wondered what changed about the world since its publication….Yet, it didn’t stop your from planning trips to far off places that you’d love to see and experience.

Inside the box was a pair of fathers cufflinks, some hair ribbons that were your mothers, and the pages of your mothers stories that you had also sneaked away.

You gently opened the box and laid the butterfly masquerade mask in the box on top of the pages. You gently ticked the box back down under the floorboards.

As you turned to grab the shoe that was on the floor behind you, you couldn’t help at being blinded by the light and sparkle that bounced off of it….and your room wasn’t even brightly lit.

Biting your bottom lip gently, you leaned back on your knees….that was going to be a problem. If Rena or the girls ever came up to your room, they could potentially see it through the floorboards if the angle was right. Looking around you tried to find something to wrap the shoe in. Sadly you owned so few things that you couldn't damage anything because you needed everything. Rolling your eyes, you sighed. As you sighed, your eyes traveled down to your dress. The mud was cacked on at this point and your step sisters had really done a fantastic job of ruining it. So much for a family heirloom.

“...Wait..” You whispered as you ran your hands over the material of the skirt. Standing, you looked for a cleaner piece and managed to find one at the skit near the bottom. Pulling hard, you tore a good sized piece off of the dress. “Perfect.” you whispered triumphantly.

Gingerly, you wrapped the shoe in the material of the dress. “How perfect,” you thought to yourself as you folded the fabric. This dress was your mothers and it reminded you of her so much, and now you would use it to keep one of your most prized possessions safe…..almost as if she herself was watching over it. You bent down and tucked the shoe under the floorboards, trying to also use the books and box to hide it. Hopefully between all the camofolge and the dresser being on top of the loose boards, no one would notice.

Afterwards you had changed out of the muddy dress and washed yourself clean. Unsure of what to do with the dress, you just slung it over one of the dusty attic chairs in a far off section of the attic. You didn’t have the heart to throw it away just yet but you knew it couldn’t be saved. In time you would talk to yourself and prepare yourself for what you knew you had to do. For now though, that was a problem for a different day.

Sitting on the large window sill, you looked up at Luna.

“Thank you. Thank you for everything my dear friend.” Your eyes were misty as you looked at her, sitting in the sky glowing brightly. “Tonight was absolutely amazing….and he was so wonderful.”

Again, at the thought of Obi-Wan you sighed and leaned back against the window frame. You started telling the mice, Angelo and Luna all about the specifics of your evening….the opulent ballroom, the beautiful gowns and outfits everyone wore…...and just how the Prince was nothing like you ever thought he would be. You couldn’t help but sigh wistfully and dreamily. You would have to buy a journal the next time you were in the village, which would probably be soon as the estate was in need of supplies. A journal would allow the opportunity to write all your memories and thoughts about the ball down….maybe even draw pictures…..they would help you always remember and keep this night alive. Yes….somehow, someway...you find the way to acquire a journal.

Standing, you blew Luna a kiss goodnight and blew out the candle that was on your nightstand next to your bed. Angelo sprawled out in his usual spot on the rug next your bed and your mice friend took their spots at the foot of the bed. You sank into the softness of the tiny bed.

The furniture may be old and mishmashed, pieces from around the house that were your parents that Rena said were atrocious because “they had no taste.” It may have been a bit dusty and drafty up here as it was the attic, but you did your best to keep the space clean. The point was, it was yours...unlike so many other things.

Thoughts and phantom feelings of Obi’s hand in yours and across your back lulled to sleep with a smile on your face. You would dream about this amazing, wonderful evening probably every night for the rest of your life, or at least that's what you were willing to bet.

Cerulean blue eyes and coppery hair filled your mind's eye as you sighed deeply. A fairytale Prince that was as real as you were. His bright smile and charm guaranteed that he would live forever in your fantasies…...a privet place of memories you could slip off too when life got too hard. Snuggling into the pillow, you wrapped your arms around it as you drifted off to sleep, imaging not that it was a pillow, but that it was a handsome Prince who had told you he wouldn’t let anything happen to you….You made a “mph” sound as you drifted off to sleep. For it was a sentiment that surely only existed only in fairy tales.

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slugtranslation-hypmic · 3 years

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hello! if you're comfortable answering, do you have any tips for people that want to start translation work? i plan on trying it out just for fun, but i'm scared i'll accidentally mistranslate something or mischaracterize a character with the way i translate their way of speaking, and i'll get crucified by the fandom. any tips for boosting self confidence? thank you!

Congrats on choosing to start your translation journey!

Here's the deal: You will make mistakes. Let's get that out of the way first. No matter how much we wish otherwise, it's impossible to not make mistakes, so forgive yourself for the mistakes you will make as a growing, learning, alive individual and move on.

As I tell my students constantly, there are two types of mistakes:

Conceptual errors

Silly errors

The conceptual error is one that occurs because of a misunderstanding of a concept. It is one that will continue to occur until you correct your understanding. When this kind of mistake occurs, determine what caused the mistake, make a plan to fix it, and execute it. That's all. No need to feel humiliation or embarrassment. You're learning, and how else can one learn without making mistakes? If you already knew everything, then how could you be learning?

The silly error is one that occurs for no good reason - because you had a brain fart, because you made a typo, because you were too tired, etc. These are what people usually call "stupid errors", but that's an unproductive term. The way we talk about ourselves and the world around us shape our perceptions and the way the world eventually becomes. If we call ourselves stupid, we will eventually browbeat and bully ourselves into corners where we feel too ashamed and too untalented to try everything. Instead, why not be silly? Why not take an opportunity to laugh at the ridiculousness of what you just did? I do math on a daily basis and have been doing addition problems for 17 years at least, but every other day I'll proudly say something like, "13 + 4 = 15". Ridiculous! So we'll laugh about it together, then I'll amend that, and we'll keep going on in life feeling nothing but amusement over this. Because you know that I make mistakes, and I know that you make mistakes, so as long as we can go on forgiving one another and ourselves for being imperfect, we can keep moving forward to better and brighter places.

Your translations will not make everyone happy. There will always be someone who will be angry at you merely for existing or some who will be personally offended at your translation style. And so what? Seriously, so what? They are the ones choosing to invest their time and energy into being angry, but there is no need for you to buy into their anger. You have a delete asks button, you have a block button, and you have the right to not give a damn no matter what people say. Have fun with what you're doing, and that will shine through in the strength of your work.

Recently at work, I've had to work on several series I wasn't familiar with prior to seeing them, so I spent a few days reading some of the source material to get a good idea of who the characters were, how they talked, what the tone of the story is, etc. These kinds of initial forays will give you much of the necessary context you need, but there's still a good chance you'll annoy superfans. C'est la vie. If you've ever worked customer service, go about it in the exact same way. Some fans believe that the customer is always right, and you can smile and nod because it's their opinion. They're perfectly entitled to having their own opinion. Then you can go home and completely forget they ever existed because they are not worth your time or space in your mind. Good riddance!

I believe in you. Now get out there and have fun!

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yelena-bellova · 4 years

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Don’t Be Afraid: Poe Dameron x Solo!Reader - Chapter One

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Chapter One: War Waits For No One

Series Masterlist

Plot: Reader is part of the Solo family and is a Commander in the Resistance. The war weighs heavy on her, but not as heavily as the war within her. Torn between who she wishes to be and who, deep down, she knows she is, she fights to protect her family, her galaxy and the man she might just love.

Warning: None

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: OKAY. So I just kind of dreamed this up one day while I was feeling creative and I figured I’d try it. I’ve been a Star Wars fan all my life but have never really tried writing for it. I’ve got a lot of plans for this series if it works out so I hope you guys like it! Poe’s not in this chapter, this sets up a bit of the Reader’s story, but you’ll get a healthy dose of him in the next chapter. If you’d like to be tagged, let me know. Forgive any typos or mistakes, my hands still aren’t functioning at 100%, and may the 4th be with you 💫

It happened again.

The dream.

I awoke gasping for air and throwing my arms out to their sides to remind myself I was in reality. I felt the scratchy blanket that laid across me, rubbing the material between my fingers to draw myself further out of my head. Pulling it off, I swung my legs over the edge of the bed and buried my face in my hands. My heartbeat wasn’t slowing down and my breathing was still ragged, it was like I hadn’t woken up at all.

The dream had been occurring since I was a child, but it had begun increasing in intensity over the past few months. The number of bodies that lay at my feet increased, the screams grew louder and the two figures in the distance came closer. After all these years, I still couldn’t make out their faces through the smoke in the air. All I could see with certainty was one was clothed in black and one was clothed in brown.

“Don’t be afraid...” one of the voices called out.

I rubbed my eyes as if I thought I could wash what I’d seen from them. It felt like my subconscious was trying to warn me about something. Like something was coming and I needed to prepare myself. The dream had began feeling significantly more real. I could tell this was going to be an “off” day, I’d be analyzing this till I fell into bed again and inevitably started the cycle again.

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the hiss of the ship door opening and quickly closing. I ran a hand through my hair and left my spot in bed to start my morning. I could hear a familiar Wookie grumbling but I couldn’t make out what he was saying.   “Well how was I supposed to know they were gonna be there? And shh, you’ll wake her up.”

Now that voice I could hear just fine.

“Too late, she’s already up.” I said as I walked out into the open area of the ship.

Han and Chewie turned to face me, guilt flooding their faces over thinking their squabble had woken me. They’d woken me up so many times before without knowing that I didn’t feel like correcting them this time.

“Sorry, kid,” Han said while coming to wrap an arm around my shoulders and shoving a white paper bag in my hands, “Does breakfast soften the blow at all?”

I opened it and stuck my nose inside, breathing in the spices of the pastries. “It does when they’re my favorite.” I gave him a kiss on the cheek and made my way to the nearby table. The ship we were currently residing in was far from the Millennium Falcon, but it did it’s job just fine. That didn’t stop me though from missing the former though...

Chewie followed close behind and sat opposite of me, ruffling my hair as he passed by. I smiled at him as I handed him a pastry before sinking my teeth into one of the two remaining.   “What trouble did you run into this time?” I shouted out to Han, he was already in the cockpit checking on something.   ”It was nothing!”

I looked up to Chewie with a raised eyebrow, as quietly as he could (which wasn’t very quiet at all) he explained what had happened while they were buying breakfast.   My eyes widened, “You ran into another bounty hunter?!”

“We took care of it and walked away alive, it was nothing.” Han explained as he exited the cockpit and strolled over to the table casually.

“Meaning you shot him, caused a scene and ran.” I stated, no doubt that I was right.

He stumbled over his words as I smirked at him, “Cockiness is not a good look on you,” he said with a finger pointed my direction.

“Only look I’ve got,” I scooted further into the bench and Han took a seat next to me. The both of us went silent, not wanting to bring up the subject we were happily dancing around. Each visit I made inevitably had to come to an end. And while Han wasn’t big on showing emotions, I knew saying goodbye was just as hard on him as it was me.

Instead of beginning the conversation, I awkwardly slid the bag containing the last pastry in it towards him. Han shook his head slightly, “Nah, take it. For the trip back.”

I looked over to him and gave a sad smile, one that he mimicked. Chewbacca let out a small whine, he didn’t like seeing me leave any more than Han did. I reached across the table and held the Wookie’s paw, trying not to laugh at the amount of crumbs that surrounded his mouth. There weren’t many warm and fuzzy moments when travelling with Han Solo, but this was one of them.

But it had to end at some point.

“I got a look at the transport schedules, there’s one headed to D’Qar in about an hour and a half. Otherwise you’d have to wait till tonight.” Han stated, breaking both the silence and a little bit of my heart.

I nodded solemnly and looked down at the table, “I really should get back sooner than later. I packed last night, I can go change and we can be on our way.

“Ok,” Han mumbled, rising from the bench so I could get out. I hesitantly moved out, allowing him to retake his seat. Before I could take a step out of the room, Chewie let out a roar that called me back. I turned and smiled as I prepared to listen to his request. Instead he simply flipped a switch and the table came to life. It was the same game him and I used to play in the Falcon.

“Well, I don’t know why I’d subject myself to losing to you again...” I lamented, “But since I’m leaving...” I sat next to Han again, who had a close lipped grin on his face. He looked like he was savoring the moment.

As always, I lost the game. But I won a few extra minutes with two of the most important souls in my life.

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Sooner than desired, I was standing near the doors of the transport ship with my bag at my feet. I’d draped a black scarf around my head and was finishing tying it. Not that I was as well known as someone like Han Solo, but it didn’t hurt to take precautions. The rest of my ensemble contained my favorite dark green jacket, a plain black shirt, tan military issued pants and black combat boots. Nothing that would raise any eyebrows or suspicion that I was anything but a wanderer just passing through. A life where I didn’t need to pray nobody recognized me seemed out of reach, but I could dream...I shook myself from my thoughts as Han and Chewie approached.  ”You better stay in lest you start another shootout,” I retorted, eliciting a laugh from Chewie. Han shot him a look that could kill before turning to me. HIs expression softened immediately, taking my hands into his and sorting through his head for the right thing to say.

“You know I’d stay longer if I could but-“ I began,  ”War waits for no one.” Han interrupted, a small smirk lifting one corner of his mouth.

I nodded and tried to keep my tears from spilling out. As if it was a reflex, Han pulled me into his arms. I buried my face in his shoulder and let my tears fall silently, him pressing one of his hands to my hair as if to keep me there longer. And if I wasn’t needed elsewhere, I would have stayed. The time I got with him was precious and hard to come by but most importantly, it was easy. It was easy to forget about the war, the First Order...The further along the war progresed, the harder it became to leave him.

I squeezed him one last time and ordered myself to pull away. Han kissed the side of my head and patted my shoulder, “I’ll miss ya, kid.”

“I’ll miss you too, old man,” I smirked, before turning to a very depressed Chewbacca. I smiled and hugged him tightly, but definitely not as tight as he was squeezing me. Even though I could barely breathe, I didn’t care at all. After a moment, I pulled back and ran a hand over his arm. “Give him hell for me, will ya?”

Chewie happily nodded and let out a small roar, causing Han to roll his eyes. I turned away from my friend and squeezed Han’s hand one last time. With his free hand he pressed the button that opened the door to the ship, I couldn’t stall any longer. I slung my backpack over my shoulder and headed down the ramp, but not before stopping at the bottom and turning around.

“Y’know, she misses you. She’d never admit it, but it’s clear as day.”

Thirty something years of mixed memories washed over Han’s face, but the most visible one was love. Unconditional love. Cruel circumstances had torn both of them apart, but that didn’t stop me from trying my hardest to reunite them any chance I got.

He chuckled, “And she never will admit it. Nice to know she hasn’t changed.”

I smiled, others might have thought he meant his last sentence sarcastically but I knew it was the opposite. Han took joy in knowing that his wife was still as stubborn as the day he met her. It was one of the things he loved most about her.

I waved to him and Chewie and stepped off the ramp into the Rattatak shipyard. I knew Han would watch me until I was completely out of his sight. Even though I was more than capable of handling myself, it made me feel safer knowing someone was looking out for me. Locating the nearby ticket station, I walked up to the machine and placed my credits inside it. Selecting D’Qar as the destination, the machine spit out a ticket with the planet’s name spelled in a bold font.

A loud announcement played saying it was the last call for my flight and I hurried over to the docking bay. It wasn’t a paticularly packed flight, there were only maybe five other passengers. I was the last one to board and I settled into the very back of the ship. No sooner than when I hit the seat did the ship lurch out of the bay and into the sky. I pulled out the communicator I’d hidden in my pocket on and typed out a quick message,

On my way. Be home soon.

After shoving the device back in my pocket, I opened up my backpack to grab the remaining pastry from breakfast. My eyes fell on another object barely visible, but definitely there. The silver hilt, the scratch marks from being dropped a lot in the early days of learning, the trigger to ignite the weapon..

Don’t be afraid...

I quickly latched the pack back up, I didn’t have the energy or desire to think about that subject right now...

I just wanted to eat my food and get back to base.

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Introduction to the Guide

Hello, and welcome to the Wayhaven Guide, Book One Edition! This is a fan-assembled and unofficial guide that tracks stat changes, relationship points, and significant text variation! We put this together in our free time and out of nothing more than a love for the series and a dedication to helping fellow fans, so please forgive any typos you might see or errors in the guide, and don’t hesitate to contact us to make us aware of them so we can implement the necessary corrections.

Here are just a few general notes and tips to start with, and some things to keep in mind as you make your way through the guide:

This was designed and written with people who’ve already played the series in mind. It uses shorthand for the love interests names that those following Mishka’s blog are familiar with [A for Ava/Adam, N for Nat/Nate, M for Morgan/Mason, and F for Farah/Felix], and there are spoilers throughout.

We haven’t included any sort of text leading up to the choices at this time, as the guide is already so long without it (169 pages!!!!). Instead, the choices are labelled numerically. Therefore, this will be easiest to use as you’re reading along so that you can find the corresponding choices more easily, rather than looking for what a specific choice’s consequences will be independently. If there’s demand for text leading up to the choices in the future, we will consider adding it at a later date.

As is the case in the game, some of the stats (those that denote the Detective’s Personality and Traits) are paired together, so that an increase in one direction means the opposing stat is lessened. For example, gaining points in Charming means your detective is less Intimidating, and so on. For simplicity’s sake, these paired stats are referred to with just one “side” of the scale, all of which are on the left/red side in the game’s Stats screen. This means that if you want a Detective that predominantly uses the “Mind” trait, make sure to focus on choices that will yield a -Heart% result, if you want a Detective that Bends The Rules, target -By the Book% options, etc. We hope this has limited potential confusion with regards to the stat percentage changes, rather than made it difficult to understand.

Rebecca has two different relationship stats, one of which corresponds to the Detective’s past relationship with her, and the other that represents the current relationship. The past relationship stat is referred to in this guide as “Mother” and the new relationship is called “Rebecca”. “Mother” will not change regardless of your choices after it’s set during your first interaction with her, whereas “Rebecca” can change as much or as little as you want it to, in either direction. At some points, the relationship between these two stats can influence the narration, and that variation is detailed in the guide where it occurs.

Similarly, Bobby can have two distinct relationship stats if their “path” is triggered in Chapter 9. The first stat, which everyone will have, is denoted as “Bobby Relationship”; this stat is static and does not change, and it influences the nature of certain interactions with Bobby and how the Detective will react to them. The other, which is only present for players on the Bobby path, is denoted as “Bobby New Relationship” and can increase with different choices made.

The game has a few hidden stats that relate to a Detective’s ability to accomplish certain choices, but aren’t shown visibly in the Stats screen. One such example is the Energy stat, which comes into play during the Detective’s final confrontation with Murphy. We’ve included these hidden stats in the guide to show you which choices will impact them, but you may want to keep track of your own personal +/- record for them, as you won’t be able to reference where you’re at with those points otherwise.

As a general rule for these types of games, the best strategy is always deciding what you want your character to be stat-wise early on, and playing to your character’s strengths in its later stages. Unless deliberately pursuing stat check fails in your playthrough, the best way to guarantee you’ll pass stat checks is making sure you’re very strong in 1 or 2 categories. Any skill can be useful, but diversifying your skills too much can end up hurting you in the long run.

The guide is also viewable on a massive google doc! Just request the link and we’ll share it with you!

The Book 2 Guide is currently under construction! Watch this space for updates within the next few weeks.

Without further ado, welcome to the guide! We truly hope you feel that this guide is useful, and welcome any suggestions you have to make in terms of the administration of it.

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inforapound · 4 years

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Emboîté Part 5

A/N - Thank you so much for your likes and comments. The sauce continues. Forgive my typos. Wrote and posted from my phone.

Pairing – Ivar and Sarah (Aethelswith)

Words – 3,800 approx

Series Warnings – explicit smut, dance industry inaccuracies, fluffy Ivar, possessive Ivar, semi-slow burn, ‘baby’ used as a term of endearment.

Cracking open my eyes, the room was dim but the warm light coming through the windows told me morning wasn’t far away. Sneaking out from under the warmth of Ivar’s smooth skin and plush duvet, I tiptoed into his bathroom to pee, wash my face and rinse my mouth with water.

The stone floors were cool under my bare feet, making me shiver, my muscles and lady parts feeling wonderfully tender. Even his seed slipping out as I went to the bathroom made me feel oddly content.

I wasn’t sure why I had told him it was okay to finish inside. Swept away in the moment I suppose or perhaps after years and years of infrequent periods, I assumed my body to be infertile. Dancing full time since graduating high school, it hadn’t been since grade 12 that I bled monthly. That was also the last time my body weight was at a healthy level when I wasn’t pushing myself as I was now. Like everything else, my health was another aspect of life I would deal with, one day when there was time and my goals had been realized.

Back at the bedside, I stood looking down at the nude from-the-covers-up Scandinavian God. His short hair was puffy and soft and his sensational lips pouting in his sleep. The word boyfriend tumbled around in my head as I gazed down at him, wondering what that even meant. Did I know how to do any of this, be a girlfriend? Did I even know him? Did it matter? I was already hooked.

Having been with only two guys in my entire life, I was far from experienced with this sort of thing, purposely steering clear. There had never been time and the reality was, there still wasn’t. As incredible as this all felt, I could not let it, him, disrupt my focus. It was career do or die time and the clock was ticking.

But Ivar….God, I sighed lightly, he was consuming. The strength of the attraction between us, the emotion behind what we shared. It was blinding and we had only just started. The thought of him looking at me from behind his camera, kissing me in the restaurant, his lips on my body, his whispered words, sent chills down the backs of my legs.

“Would you stop staring at me and get your sexy ass back in this bed?”

Without opening his eyes, he rolled from his tummy onto his side and lifted the quilt. Climbing back in and settling down in his cozy cocoon, I lay facing him, wrapping my arm and leg around him, back into what felt like our position.

In one swift move, he scooped me and dragged me below him, rising onto his elbows and quickly settled between my legs. Ah, I loved the feel of his weight pressing me down onto the bed, his firm morning erecting digging into my skin.

Touching his lips to mine, I pulled away, looking to the side, “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”

“Tough,” he replied forcing my mouth open with his. Shifting down, he dropped his lips to my throat and then chest, sucking my sensitive nipple into his mouth and gently tugging and murmuring as his hand kneaded my other breast. Switching sides, he sucked and swirled his tongue around the other nipple, giving my chest more attention than all the men I had ever been with combined.

“Christ, I love these little tits,” he groaned, pulling himself back up, his mouth landing on mine. Tilting over, he reached down between us, his fingers slipping between my already wet folds, growling and running his teeth with soft bites down my cheeks to my neck. It felt amazing. The way he touched and kissed me, I could sense how elated he was that I was there, waking up in his bed, naked and completely his.

Moaning under his breath, his lips pulled back to mine, his tongue dipping into my mouth, teasing me as his fingers slid back and forth over my clit, my hips instantly starting to rock in time with his movements. I was ready for him, my body craved him, and it occurred that this is what people meant when speaking of chemistry. We had it in spades.

Lifting onto his forearms, he grabbed the base of his cock and ran his soft tip between my slick folds, coating himself, before pushing slowly in. Moaning with relief, he dropped his head down beside my face, his breath loud in my ear, digging his other hand under me to grab and hold the back of my ass. Covering my mouth again, he kissed me, his movements agonizingly soft, his hips and hard cock buried deep and holding in place.

“I just want to feel you,” he whispered, dropping his lips to my ear. “How warm and tight you are around me.” No longer able to lay still, I rolled my hips up, grinding on his rigid length, his fullness feeling like it barely fit.

“Baby, easy,” he groaned, “I’m so sensitive. God.”

Closing his eyes, he carefully withdrew and gradually pushed back in. The anticipation of the next thrust made my mouth fall open, my breath turning to a pant, wanting him so badly to thrust in hard. Rolling my pelvis up to him again, I could see the strain in his face, bracing, as I wiggled around him.

“You stay still,” I whispered, unable to stop from smiling at his sweet discomfort. “I’ll move against you.”

Slowly, I rocked my hips up toward him, his body staying rigid. Bucking harder, I ground up, the trimmed hair above his length, rubbing directly on my clit. Whimpering, I increased my pace, sliding up and against his large perfect cock, grinding, feeling his hardness.

Pushing my feet down onto the mattress, I thrust up harder and faster, needing him deeper and chasing the friction against my clit. My arms gripped around his neck, virtually hanging from him, as I jutted forward, rutting almost frantically over and over.

Squeezing his eyes shut, his lips pulled back into a silent snarl as my movements found a rough rhythm.

“I, I,” attempting to speak, my voice was lost in the feel of the head of his curved cock rubbing that special spot inside me, my orgasm building, forcing me to hold myself up against him, grinding as hard as I could.

“Baby,” he rasped as my legs began to shake, my walls squeezing, making him feel even larger. “Yeah, cum baby, cum all over my cock,” he rushed into my ear as my arms released from his neck, my upper body flopping back onto the bed as my peak hit. With a grunt, he dropped down from his elbows, his warm chest covering mine and began thrusting hard knowing I needed him to move.

“You’re my princess,” he groaned, his strokes hard and deliberate, keeping the same pace. “God, you are gorgeous.” His face hovering over mine, he stared into my barely open eyes.

A second wave of pleasure rippled through me, erupting from my core. Whining loudly, I could do nothing other than whimper as he continued sliding in and out, his fingers between the cheeks of my ass, pulling me up toward his rocking hips.

“You’re my baby,” he hissed between gritted teeth, his eyes now wide, “You feel so fucking good.”

Grunting loudly, his movements became fast and jerky before he thrust in so deep in felt sharp and poured his cum inside.

Slumping onto me, we lay like two lumps of bliss, sweaty and delirious, catching our breath.

Eventually, his slack weight pressing down on my chest made it hard to breathe had me shifting under his body stirred him from his lethargy. The squishiness between us made me inwardly cringe as I pictured what his navy blue sheets must look.

Rubbing my cheek against his, I savoured the feel of his sideburns on my skin.

“I have to get going,” I whispered.

“No.”

“I need to get to the theatre for eight.”

“No... stay.”

“I wish.”

“Than do it.”

Lifting his head, he peered toward the clock on the nightstand before flopping back down against my neck. “It’s only just 6:30. I’ll take you in a bit. Just a little while longer,” he mumbled, his lips moving against the skin of my throat.

Shifting, I squirmed under his weight and with a sigh, he climbed off, rolling onto his back beside me. Looking over, I could see that his mood had instantly shifted, he stared up at the ceiling, his jaw jutting forward and his forehead showing the lines of a scowl.

Sitting up, I scooted to the edge of the bed wondering if he actually thought I would stay all day. Didn’t he also have to work?

“I’m going to shower,” I said, not prepared to be that girl to ask what he was thinking.

“Hey,” he called and I looked back over my shoulder.

“Want company?”

He wasn’t smiling but I could see the hopeful glimmer in his still dozy eyes. Jesus, how could I deny that face anything?

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An hour later, we were in his vehicle and I wondered what kind of hours Dario worked. Was he always just on standby? Could Ivar not drive because of his legs? It wasn’t the time to ask, so I adjusted back in the seat, leaning into Ivar’s shoulder, feeling the tenderness of our last round in his large glass shower, riding him as he sat on a built-in bench that stretched the entire length.

Lifting my hand, he kissed my knuckles, before leaning down to my ear. “You’re beautiful, Sarah.”

Laughing, I rolled my eyes, looking up to his handsome face thinking how I must actually look - frizzy half-dried hair, no makeup and wearing yesterday’s dance gear wrinkled from the bottom of my bag. What a journey we had been on in four days. Gazing up at him, the way his soft eyes stared into mine, I believed he thought I was beautiful.

“Give me your phone.”

Passing it over, he took a photo of himself frowning and locked it into my contacts with his number. “Now you can see my angry face when I call, and you know you have to answer.” Grinning like a brat, he handed it back but I knew, despite his smile, he was half-serious.

Arriving, I looked up to him again.

“I’ll talk to you later.”

Leaning down, he pressed a soft peck to my lips, pulling back but instantly kissed me again, peck after peck until I giggled and pushed him back. The door opened, and Dario stood to the side as I slid out. The fresh air filled my lungs as I walked toward the front door of the theatre, literally feeling amazing, rejuvenated. Moving through the entrance, I hoped my dance partner, that morning, would not be able to tell that I had just been shagged inside out.

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That evening, I pushed through the doors of the theatre exhausted and heading for my forgotten home. A door opened from the back of a black SUV pulled up to the curb and Ivar’s cane touched the sidewalk as he stepped out from the open door.

My smile faded when I saw his stern face, his movements rigid as his eyes swept up the front of me. Confused by his cool demeanor my footsteps slowed as I approached.

“Hi,” purposely, I kept my face bright.

Clearing his throat, he stepped aside and lifted his arm toward the door. “Get in. I’ll take you home.”

Once seated inside, he climbed back in, taking my hand and lifting it to his lips to kiss. Without looking at me, he spoke in the direction of his window. “I missed you today.”

Watching the side of his face, his eyes skipped from building to building, over the passing scenery as we drove, and I wondered why he sounded so disappointed. Straightening, I looked out the front, realizing by the direction we were headed that when he said home, he meant his.

Settling back against the leather seat, I pressed my lips together, wishing I was going to my own place. After the whirlwind few days on top of practice, I ached for a hot shower and to simply flop onto my bed, eat scrambled eggs and read some romance fic.

Not talking all the way up the elevator, I wondered why he even wanted me there. Where was the open-hearted Ivar who expressed his undying affection the previous night and morning? It all felt so strange now.

Walking in, I could see he was leaning heavily on his crutch and I guessed our night of love-making left him in pain, no doubt adding to his current mood. Heading to the living room, he left me standing in the front entrance. Oh yes, I knew this man. Why was I acting so surprised? This was the very same Ivar I first met in that ballroom who dismissed me with barely a second glance.

“Close the door and come here,” not turning to look, he spoke over his shoulder. Frowning, I closed the door and stood in place a moment before following him into the living room. Stopping in front of the glass coffee table, Ivar was already seated on the leather sofa, his dull eyes boring into me.

“Are you alr..”

“Did you dance like that?” He cut me off.

“Like what?”

“Wearing that?” he jerked his chin up toward me.

Glancing down, I instantly knew he was referring to my leotard. Having removed my leggings, I realized to his eye, it looked like a one-piece black bathing suit. My coat hung open and my legs were bare from my hips down to the top of my grey Ugg knock offs.

“Yes.”

Scoffing lightly, his eyes didn’t fall from mine, just held in place.

“So did most of the other girls as the south windows all but cooked us this afternoon.”

I knew my tone was defensive, but I didn’t care. Looking away, he rolled his neck, staring off toward the dining room.

“You were going to catch a cab like that?”

“No, the bus.”

Snapping his head back, he gawked in disbelief and I saw a flash of anger flit behind his blue eyes.

“The fucking bus, Sarah?”

“I was going to do up my coat, Ivar. It’s longer than some girl’s dresses...if that is what this is about. Are you upset?”

Looking down at the coffee table, I could see him struggling with what to say next.

“You,” he exhaled out his nose, shaking his head. “You don’t know what men are like. What they would be thinking, looking at you like that.” Shaking his head again, he ran his tongue over his bottom lip as if holding himself back. “What they would... want to do.”

Christ, he was upset. It was adorable and eerily possessive. Regardless, I felt pathetically needy for his affection from that morning. Not knowing where we stood, I couldn’t help wanting to pacify him. Is this what it will be like though? Jealous Ivar and me wanting to soothe him and make it all better. Part of me, a tiny part, thought I should turn around and walk out and never look back. But I didn’t. In fact, I did the opposite.

“What do you… mean?” I asked in a naive voice, batting my eyes. “What would they want to do?” I tipped my head to the side like a confused baby doe.

Squinting, he studied me, dropping his head to one side. A glimmer of wickedness in his eyes. Inhaling, he flared his nostrils and I couldn’t help but feel a thrill at my effect on him.

“Take off your coat,” he ordered. His voice low.

Taking my time, I slipped it off, letting it drop to the floor.

“Come here,” he tipped his head to the other side.

Slipping off my boots, I walked between the coffee table and couch, dropping down to my knees to crawl the rest of the way. Pushing between his legs, I sat back on my heels like an obedient little puppy, staring sweetly up at his smug face.

“I’m sorry if I upset you.” My tone was innocent, as I ran my hands gently up his legs, tracing circles around his knees.

Frowning, his face changed, his eyes softened, looking almost vulnerable.

“You don’t understand what you’ve done to me,” he whispered.

Reaching forward toward my chest, he looped his finger inside the strap of my leotard, running his thumb delicately back and forth over my nipple through the thin black material. The sensation made me close my eyes and press my crotch down against the heal of my foot, my wetness already blooming.

Sliding my hands up his grey pants, I skimmed over the top of his large bulge making him flinch. Hooking my fingers under the waistband, I eyed him, and he lifted his hips allowing me to pull his pants down his thighs. His perfectly smooth, erection lay hard across his leg. Taking it in my hand, I leaned forward, and all but inhaled it into my mouth.

“Hmmm,” came from deep in his chest, as he settled further back on the couch.

Swirling my tongue around his tip, I ran the flat of my tongue down his length before fully engulfing him, bobbing deep, his head hitting the back of my throat.

Hissing, he flexed upward, and I was encouraged to wrap my hand around his base, slowly pumping his shaft in time with the movements of my wet mouth.

Beginning to breathe loudly, he dropped his head back, relaxing into the feel.

Loving the taste of him, I wanted more. Shifting higher on my knees, I found a rhythm with my hand and mouth.

“No,” his voice startled me.

Lifting his head, he looked down at me, his eyebrows pinched.

“No,” he repeated.

Hesitating, I lifted my mouth, my hand still around his base. Before I could say a thing, he reached forward and swiftly pulled me up by my arms, rolling me to sit beside him. Shifting forward on the couch, he lowered to the floor, his pants still down, and opened my legs roughly, moving between them.

“I’m going to show you what men will think when they see you dressed like that on a fucking bus.”

Reaching up, he tugged the top of my leotard down, jerking me forward, exposing my breasts, my nipples pushing up and above the top of the scooped neckline. Satisfied with this, he lowered his hands pulling me by the backs of my knees forward. Spreading my legs further, he roughly yanked the crotch of my leotard to the side.

“No!” my hands shot down to cover myself. “I haven’t showered. I’ve been dancing all day.”

“Good,” he snorted.

Smacking my hands clear, he dropped forward landing his mouth right on my open sex. Growling like a mad dog, he licked and laved, sucking my soft folds and clit right into his mouth. The slurping sounds and his grunts echoed through his quiet apartment and his cutting blue eyes continually flicked up to me, staring, watching my reaction to his eager mouth.

“This is what they will want.” He lifted his face to speak. “Your pretty little pussy. This is my pussy.” Grunting again, he looked possessed and I wondered if he’d be chaining me up after, feasting on my other body parts.

Dropping his mouth back, he pointed his tongue and ran it hard over and over my clit until my stomach contracted and my legs began to shake. Reaching up, I held the back of the couch, pressing my face against the inside of my arm. The muscles in my legs jumped and I flexed my cunt up towards his face, crying loudly as my orgasm hit.

Licking and lapping my wetness, he straightened on his knees and pulled me forward, flipping me over so my tummy lay flat on the couch. Still coming down from my climax, I made no noise, just allowed him to move me like a ragdoll. Reaching between us, he pulled my leotard further to the side, touching his hardness to the back of my opening before pushing in, in one smooth thrust. Stopping when he bottomed out, he held in place, and I shifted my knees further apart, tipping my bottom up to better receive him.

Moaning against the cushion at the warm feel of his chest covering my back, his lips kissed and sucked my shoulder before burrowing into the side of my neck.

“Are you mine, Sarah?” Withdrawing slowly, he pushed back in.

“Yes.” I rushed, my entrance still contracted and quivering from my finish.

“Completely?” with dragged out and pushed back in.

“Completely,” I panted and honestly, I would have agreed to anything as his cock slid in and out.

“You are so beautiful. Fuck!” he swore, pumping me over and over as I arched my backside up to him. Straightening he rose from my back and I whined from the loss of his warmth.

“I thought about you all day. Made me so fucking happy.” His strokes were smooth and slow and I felt overwhelmed and worshipped all at the same time. “You’re my princess,” he whined, his words filled with emotion. My mind soared and my insides ached for him to move faster, deeper. “In a moment, I’m going to fuck you hard and cum fast and then after we can shower.” Tilting back at the waist, he picked up his pace, his balls beginning to slap me exactly right. “Then I will order us supper and after we can take our time making love. Okay, baby?” The pace of his hips increased, snapping forward and back.

Down the rabbit hole I went, “Okay” I mumbled, holding onto the couch as he started to pound into me, his breath turning ragged.

Suddenly, he whipped out, his strong arms lifting me again, flipping me onto my back, quickly grabbing himself he drove back in, making me scream out. Pushing my bent knees up to either side of my body, he rocked his hips forward, dropping one hand, and began rubbing his thumb over my clit.

“Fuck,” I shouted, tipping my chin up and squeezing my eyes closed. My legs wanted to straighten but he held them in place. I came so fast and hard, it hit me like a battle ram. The sensation too much, too sensitive, making me feel dizzy; my walls pulsing tight around him.

“Baby?” he rushed.

Cracking open my eyes, his wild blue eyes stared back at me.

“Spread your pussy.”

“Huh?” I breathed, unsure of his meaning.

Pulling out, he gripped his shining cock, and snarled, “Open your pussy for me!”

Quickly reaching between my legs, I pulled the lips of my pussy apart, just as he pointed his cock and shot thick spurts of warm cum all over my raw, pink opening and clit, covering my wetness with his own. Grunting like an animal, he shuddered, his other hand falling forward onto the couch for support.

There was no double left in my mind as to where we stood, I had just been claimed. I now belonged to Ivar Lothbrok.

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phoenixrising0308 · 2 years

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The Time Apart: Needle and Thread

Books: The Royal Romance

Rating: G

Triggers: None Identified by this author

Pairing: (no pairing) Hana Lee x Jessica Garcia (Friendship)

Detailed disclaimer

Catch me here

A/N #1: Jessica and Hana remember each other

Song Inspiration: Tell me how - Paramore

Word count: 2,322*As always, forgive my typos and grammatical errors.

* Reading time: 9 minutes

Cordonia, Social Season

Hana Lee tried her best to look dignified despite sitting utterly alone at the high tea ceremony held this afternoon, shunned to a single table by the other court ladies. She was correctly remembering her training of folding her lace-covered hands in her lap, sitting up straight, and forcing a small polite smile. Her failed engagement last year caused her to feel like even more of a failure as she was outcasted by the women of the court.

Hana smiled at seeing Olivia and Kiara pass her table and said, "Ladies, these seats are open if you would like seats!" She said it a little too enthusiastically than she intended.

Olivia smirked at Kiara before setting her sights back on Hana. She replied, "That won't be necessary. We were discussing at our table how better to win over Prince Liam from past experiences, and well…I doubt you'd have anything constructive to add. All things considered."

Hana felt her smile fall as Kiara snickered behind her hand, and Olivia smiled victoriously. It was only the first week here, and it seemed Olivia wasted no time picking up any weaknesses Hana had. Hana felt a bottomless pit of shame forming in her stomach as she frowned. She almost wanted to excuse herself from crying in the ladies' room not to cause a scene.

"If you act like this for no reason other than to be petty, I'd hate to think how you would act as Queen." A voice with an accent not found in any neighboring region of Cordonia said from behind them.

Like all the other ladies, Jessica stood there, arms folded with a delicate dress and a small fancy hat. However, she gave a challenging glare to Olivia's way that Olivia gave right back.

Olivia scoffed and retorted, "Oh yeah? And what would you know about being Queen? You're not even from a Royal bloodline."

Jessica shrugged, "True. But I know how to treat people with kindness, and so does Lady Hana. We both know that kindness will be some brownie points in Liam's final decision to pick who will help him rule Cordonia with grace and compassion by his side."

Olivia snorted in disgust, "That shows what little you know. Cordonia needs a stern but fair ruler, not kindness and fairytales." Kiara nodded, even though it looked like she agreed to agree.

Jessica unfolded her arms and waved a dismissive hand in Olivia's way. "Whatever, Olivia…Is this seat is taken, Lady Hana?"

"Not at all, Lady Jessica. I would be honored to have you sit with me." Hana gave Jessica a grateful smile, beaming from ear to ear.

Jessica gave a genuine smile, "I'd be happy too." She glared at Olivia and said, "Do you need something?"

Olivia huffed and stormed off with Kiara on her heels. Jessica mumbled, "God, she is such an ass."

Hana gasped softly, "Lady Jessica!"

Jessica raised a brow with a smirk and said, "As if we're all not thinking it. And please, just Jessica is fine. Especially in private."

Hana gave a slight smile. "Well…I suppose I may have thought that in more dignified terms."

Jessica tilted her head as a server laid a fine china plate and finger sandwiches on the table. She waited till he left before whispering to Hana, "Why do you let her talk to you like that, Hana?"

Hana frowned and replied, "I guess because it's true."

Jessica scoffed, "It is not true at all. I can guarantee you, Olivia, and her table wasn't even discussing past relationships or whatever; she just said it because she knows it gets to you."

Hana looked down at her swirling cup of tea as she spoke, "Because… It's a weakness."

Jessica laid her hand on hers to gain her attention, giving her a stern look. "No, Because it's all she has. Can Olivia play piano, dance ballet, cook tiny foods, or any other training you've had? Seriously, you have more talent than any of us here, and even I can see that in the short week I've been here!" Jessica took her hand away and raised her brows at Hana to listen to her. "I grew up with girls like Olivia back in New York. They feed their egos by putting down others. You're giving her too much power."

Hana gawked at that and asked in a hushed whisper, "How?"

Jessica folded a napkin as she said, "Because you allow her to talk to you like that, and she knows you won't do anything about it. You're a free power trip ego boost for her. I know you can't exactly hit her or anything, and she's the type that would win in that area. But you have to start standing up for yourself… You're sweet, Hana, but there's a fine line between sweet and pushover. You deserve better than to take that disrespect from the likes of Olivia or any other contender here."

"I just…My parents would disapprove of me being rude. I was raised to be kind and polite, smile, and accept things like that. That's just courtly life." Hana mumbled while looking at the liquid in her cup.

Jessica ended her rant with a spoon clank against her teacup as she stirred in a lump of sugar. "Yeah, well, It's your life, and you shape it. Fight back in the most Hana way possible while still being dignified." Jessica smiled at her and whispered, "For what it's worth, I'm glad I found a friend among these jerks. Cheers."

Hana smiled but thought of what Jessica said.

Years Later…

Hana sat at the table, absent-mindedly stirring her teacup as her Mother, Lorelai, spoke. The tea flavor reminded her of so many years ago, giggling with her newfound friend Jessica Garcia at a social season after Jessica defended her and gave her advice.

Something caught her attention that made her stop clanking her spoon against the delicate china as her Mother said, "And he's from a fine bloodline as well. Not Royalty like we so hoped for you years ago but an aristocratic family nonetheless."

Hana blinked while she looked up at her Mother and replied, "What?"

Her Mother rolled her eyes, "Honesty, Hana Lee, have you not been paying attention this entire conversation? You need to do better. Men like a good listener, not a girl gawking at what he says." Her Mother sighed, "He's to come at two tomorrow. I want you to wear that silk orange dress with the lotus flowers to represent his family's crest. And-"

Hana felt her grip on her spoon tighten more and more as her Mother spoke. Something in her couldn't agree. Years ago, she would have nodded and agreed but after everything…

Hana interrupted her Mother. "No."

Mrs. Lee faltered and replied, "I beg your pardon?"

"I said No, Mother," Hana mumbled. Anxiety twisted her stomach as her Mom gasped and gave her an outraged look.

"No? No to a life of security? No to making your family proud?"

"Yes...No." Hana shook her head and continued, "No! NO!" She voiced louder. Louder than what she ever had before.

Her Mother shed her, and she stood up and exclaimed, "No, Mother! I have done nothing but try to make this family proud! I have taken every class, studied every subject, rejected a normal life with normal friends all because of what you and Father want for me…Well, what about me?"

Her Mother genuinely looked taken aback, "But Hana, we are thinking of you!"

Hana sighed as people around them stared, "I understand that but are you? Are you thinking of my happiness? Or just the fact you won't have to burden yourselves with worry any longer?"

Lorelai stared at her daughter a moment before shaking her head. "What happened to my sweet Hana? Ever since you left home to join the Cordonian Social Season and started parading around with that commoner from America-"

Hana cut her Mom off, "You're right! Because that American helped me realize my opinion on my life matters more than anyone else. Even my Parents. And that American has a name, Jessica, and she was my first true friend. She showed me that I have a voice and choices with what I want. You can't even blame her now, Mother! I haven't seen her in years; this is all me. This is all your daughter."

She smoothed out her dress and lowered her voice. "I want you to cancel that suitor's arrival because regardless, I won't be here."

Lorelai gawked with a scolding tone, "Excuse me? And where pray tell are you going, Hana Lee?"

Hana sucked in a breath, straightened her posture, and said, "I have a business meeting. Instead of using our status to find a suitor, I'm using my connections to design clothing and send it out to boutiques. I'm excellent at stitch work, know the latest trends, and have a perpetual eye for color matching. I'm creating my own life. I have been on the fence for years on whether to go live my life on my terms but you setting up yet another suitor without my consent behind my back is the last straw."

Her Mother stared at her in shock with a tear in her eyes. Hana tried not to let her Mother's emotional turmoil persuade her to change her mind. She curtsied towards her Mother and said, "Love you and have a good afternoon, Mother. Tell Father the news at Dinner because my mind is made up, and I won't attend Dinner just to be lectured on what I shouldn't do with MY life."

Hana turned on her heels and walked away. The sadness and guilt she felt at being disobedient to her parents, who had their way of caring for her, outweighed the pride she felt swelling inside her chest.

She grinned as she rounded the corner and made her way to her chauffeur. She sat in the backseat and told him to take her to her home to start packing to take her already made designs to Paris tomorrow as she couldn't help grinning.

'Jessica would jump up and down with me and probably tell me I'm a…Badass or some other American nickname. She'd smile and tell me it was about time I stuck up for myself against my strict parents.' She thought with a giggle before she lost her smile.

She missed Jessica. Jessica was such a good friend to her, her only friend; now she was gone, and there was no way even to contact her. She talked to Maxwell over the phone and was on good terms with Olivia and Drake, but they were the two people she talked to the least, and Liam was too busy, and it always hurt him for days after they spoke about her.

Hana felt a pain in her chest as she realized she'd have to celebrate this small victory with herself…One thing she did know was that she needed a Cronut for this occasion.

She took out her phone and dialed the number of her pastry chef at the house. "Chef? Could you pretty please make those Cronuts I had you learn to make? There was no reason; it felt like it was an appropriate time to have one."

Months later...

Jessica walked down a crowded Soho street eating a zebra cake in search of something to wear to her 2nd official date with a private investigator; she met him while she was executing a warrant on EROS, a dating website that Jessica herself tried but found her date lackluster and too much like an off-brand Liam. She didn't know if she wanted to stab him with her salad or dinner fork; she chuckled at the thought during the date knowing two things were true. Bertrand would be proud that she could still tell the difference between forks and that her selection of a dinner fork to stab robot Liam would be most appropriate for the task.

When she was done with her wrapper, so looked for a nearby trash can when something in a store window caught her eye; it was a mannequin. She noticed the lace details and embroidery. It reminded her of something she once owned a lifetime ago, a dress that was very special to her but left behind in the apartment she shared with someone she tried to buy a carbon copy of, but no one, not even a robot, could come close to Liam. Somehow Damien Nazario caught her eye; whether it was the thrill of working together or the fact Damien seemed to help her forget the hurt of her past, Damien was slowly breaking down all the walls she had built up to stop the hurt.

Jessica entered the store and made a B line straight to the display near the mannequin. She eagerly looked at the tag, and it said "Hana Lee Designs" Jessica smiled to herself as she touched the label and found herself silently crying. She remembered the moment in Shanghai when Hana approached her and told her that she had spent all night sewing the dress by hand and explained the stitching to her that her grandmother had taught her. She remembered her memory of that dress laying on the floor deck of a boat after she and Liam made love that day; he showed her Koi fish up close, which led to her mind flooding with memory after memory of the unfinished life she left behind.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the salesgirl. "Hello Ms., I see you have your eye on that dress it's our best seller this week!" Jessica turned to her with the dress in her hand, her eyes watering, and said, "I will take it." The salesgirl smiled and said, "Sure, is there anything else I can help you with?"

Jessica thought for a second, and her phone rang. The caller ID said, "Sir" she held the phone in her hand and picked it up, and said, "Hello" the deep voice responded, "Hola Preciosa. ¿Qué estás haciendo?" (Hey beautiful, what are you doing.)

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otterlydeerlightful · 4 years

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Loki/Tony for 14 and 70 from the AU list!!!

Bodyguard AU + Locked in a Room

Forgive any awful typos...this one ended up having a mind of its own and I’m too lazy to reread it atm lol! Sorry it takes me forever to write stuff

Loki had never liked the idea of having a bodyguard on their trips to visit the dignitaries of the other Realms. As far as he was concerned, it was a sign of weakness that implied he was unable to defend himself. It was offensive, and the mischief-maker wouldn’t stand for it…which is why the second prince’s bodyguards never lasted very long. None of them could endure Loki’s tricks and frustratingly frequent escapes of their guard. None of his father’s pathetic appointments had been able to handle him. That was, not until his latest barnacle was assigned to him before his latest trip to Alfheim.

Loki was used to mentally hollow suits of armor hovering over his every action with a disapproving scowl. But Anthony was not like his previous bodyguards. Against all odds, in spite of all of Loki’s attempts to ditch the guard and slip away into the alien city, Anthony’s eyes never lost their sparkle. He, in fact, complimented many of Loki’s rouses upon the prince’s return. He had even found Loki in the streets no less than three times in the past week. No one had done that before, either. Nor would they have acted like nothing was wrong and chat Loki’s ear off like an old friend. And, in spite of the fact that Anthony’s mouth rarely seemed to stop, the continuous stream of consciousness at least informed Loki that the guard at least had a decent brain beneath all the usual armor.

Upon his latest return from sight-seeing, his fourth successful escape from under Anthony’s nose since their arrival, Loki was greeted by the sound of shouting. He clung to the shadows and listened to the Allfather rip into what turned out to be his poor bodyguard for Loki’s latest disappearance. Anthony said little in his defense as he stood at attention, even when his king threatened to strip him not only of his position, but his status as an Asgardian noble and all the advantages of being such, if he didn’t rein in his troublesome son.

Loki’s bodyguard was harshly dismissed and Anthony quietly made his way down the hall toward the prince’s room, presumably to await his return.

“For a man whose tongue hardly knows the meaning of rest, you seem to be lacking in the ability to defend yourself.”

Anthony spun around at the sound of Loki’s voice and, much to the mage’s surprise, smiled brightly when he laid eyes on his charge.

“Prince Loki! You’re back.”

“I am,” he replied with a narrowed gaze. “I don’t usually hear those words in such an upbeat tone, particularly after the person in question has just been threatened by the Allfather himself due to my involvement…or in this case, lack thereof.”

Anthony didn’t seem bothered by the situation in the slightest.

“Then I am glad that I could offer a change of pace,” his bodyguard laughed with a cheery grin. “I trust that you had a good afternoon? Any fires I should know about?”

Loki didn’t answer. The man’s reaction made no sense, and he couldn’t figure out what the guard’s ulterior motive could possibly be.

As it turned out, the second prince had little time to consider the conundrum. The familiar clomping of Odin’s footfalls echoed down the hall and Anthony immediately sprung into action. He lunged forward and grabbed Loki’s arm with a desperate look on his eyes that darted about the room.

“In here, quick!” The man pulled the prince toward the nearest door, yanking it open and thrusting him inside. Anthony spun around and closed it quickly behind him. “I don’t want to think about what he might do if he finds you right now. It’s best to let him simmer for a while before you make an appearance.”

Loki stared at the back of Anthony’s head. The guard must have felt it, because he slowly turned to look up at him.

“Why are you so concerned with my wellbeing over your own?” Loki pried in a quiet voice.

“I’m…your bodyguard, your, uh, your highness.”

“Yes, but I don’t believe your duties extend to protecting me from our own king,” the mage pointed out.

Instead of answering, Anthony shushed him—his prince—and went still as the sound of the Allfather and his escorts passed them outside. The man didn’t move again until the hallway fell silent again. Loki just raised an eyebrow at him.

“Well?”

Anthony swallowed, somehow looking more nervous now than he had while facing down the threat of Odin’s punishment. Loki frowned while he studied the nervousness in his guard’s eyes. It was strange to see Anthony without a smile on his face. Anthony always smiled…at least, he always seemed to do so in Loki’s presence.

Ah…

“It’s just, that, well…your, uh…” He was clearly struggling. “My…my job is to protect you. As far as I’m concerned, protecting your image falls within that realm. And….shit.”

Loki offered only a noncommittal hum, curious to see what the man would so next. Apparently, the answer was panic. Anthony pushed on the door. Then, he pushed on it again. With a few more bangs and jiggling of the handle, the man began to look a little sick.

“Uh….hang on.”

He tried the door again and again, but it wouldn’t budge. And Anthony was beginning to tremble.

“Sorry! Sorry, we’ll…we’ll get….oh, Norns, we need to get out…”

“Anthony?”

The man didn’t seem to hear him. “Ned to get out. Norns, let us….” His guard’s breathing was quickly growing erratic. “Can’t….can’t be trapped, not again….not again…”

That was enough. Loki laid a hand on the man’s shoulder and promptly Stepped them to his quarters. Anthony looked around in shock at their change of scenery for a moment before looking up at Loki in astonishment.

“Better?”

He ran a hand down his goatee and glanced around again. His breathing was already better.

“Y-yeah. I…what did you just do?”

“I brought us to my room, Anthony,” Loki answered with a cheeky grin. “I had thought you were clever enough to figure out at least that much.”

“But we were just…the door was locked and now we’re…” He tuned to look at Loki again. “Thank you. I…have a problem with being trapped in…close quarters.”

“I noticed.”

His bodyguard quickly recovered from his admission. Hands on his hips, he again considered their new surroundings. Anthony eventually chucked and shook his head. “Norns, no wonder you keep disappearing from right under my nose!” Much to Loki’s surprise, Anthony barked out a laugh. “How could I compete with this? Incredible…”

That was his reaction? Loki shook his head and sat himself on a chaise lounge to observe his companion and ask “You never did answer my question.”

“Huh?”

Ah, yes, there was the Anthony he knew: always ready to move onto the next topic when presented with shiny new information.

“Why were you more concerned with Odin’s reaction to my presence than you were to your own punishment for failing in your assigned duties?”

“Oh, uh…well…I just…didn’t want your father to find you when he was already upset.”

“But you were fine standing before the Allfather and enduring his rage, it seems.”

Anthony swallowed.

“And he was only angry due to your inability to properly babysit his troublesome son,” he pointed out. “Yet you were happy to see me upon my return. Happy. Not angry, nor even relieved for your own sake, but happy.”

The room was silent for a few moments before Loki decided it might be fun to fill it with his own observations that he had not pieced together until that moment.

“You are never cross with my actions. You seek me out for conversation. You compliment my seiðr. You pay attention when I speak, and, perhaps the most impossible, you do all of this while clearly not wanting to be a guard of any capacity. So I ask you again, Anthony: why?”

The man shifted his weight and looked incredibly uncomfortable. “I…know it isn’t proper for a guard to be, well, friendly with his charge. Not…professional, as my father would say. But…but just because we can’t be friends doesn’t mean either of us had to be…miserable with our partnership…right?”

“…Friends.”

Anthony looked away, suddenly looking much smaller than Loki had ever seen him. In spite of his every rebuff and escape, Anthony was always happy to see him, to be with him. Given the intensity of Odin’s earlier anger, he had no doubt endured multiple verbal lashings before today to earn such threats. Yet, Anthony never gave any outward sign that they had occurred. He had even covered for Loki multiple times, if those who would ask if the price’s stomach upset had subsided after a skipped event would have him believe. Anthony was saying that he would like friendship, but his actions seemed to be yearning for something more.

Loki got up and approached the guard. Anthony looked nervous.

“Odin is…no doubt still angry that you had let me out of your sights once again…yes?”

Anthony stared at him. “Yeah.”

“Then it stands to reason that you could easily improve your standing in the Allfather’s eyes by…making sure that I no longer escape your watch.”

The guard was eyeing him now, clearly beginning to read the meaning between Loki’s words.

“I found a lovely garden earlier today,” Loki said with a smile. “I suspect it is spectacular during a sunset…but it may be unsafe for a foreign royal to walk the grounds alone at such a late hour.”

Anthony’s brown eyes were wide with unbelieving astonishment. “It…sounds like you might benefit from having a bodyguard.”

“I believe you might be right.” A strange warmth spread through the mage’s chest as the other man’s signature smile quickly returned with fervor. “Shall we?”

“Do we get to do that...magic traveling thing again?”

Loki let out a light chuckle at that. “Oh course,” he said as he offered his hand.

Moments later, the room was again empty.

#prompts #fanfiction #Frostiron

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arcanesupern0va · 5 years

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Rick In The Water; Ch10: Nothing Follows, Nothing Stays

Summary: This is part one of the Ryan debacle. Nova goes home, it's not pretty as I'm sure you could guess.

A/N: OOOOF THIS WAS HARD TO WRITE. Also, sorry for any and all typos! I was exhausted when I was editing it and more than usual slipped through the cracks so when I get home tonight I’m gonna go through and fix em. Next chapter will be the fight from Nova's POV. Thank you so much for reading this far, it really means so much and I really hope it lives up to expectations. Also, I have a Spotify playlist with all the songs I've used as chapter titles, if you wanna check that out you can, but don't feel obligated or anything. It was just an easy way for me to keep track. ^^Also, I absolutely used the Titan Henchman from Batman: Arkham Asylum as inspiration for Ryan's speech patterns and stuff and his method of attack. I am just simply not that original. Hahaha. CW: VIOLENCE. There is so much violence in this chapter and violent language in regards to abuse. Pairing: Rick Sanchez/Reader Word Count: 6738

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|Ch9: Electric Feel|

“Wh-What are you doing? Y-You fucking love him?” Ryan bellowed, dodging the guard lasers to pull Rick away from me. I recoiled in terror, babbling incoherently as he towered over me. Fortunately, Rick was quick on his feet as always, recovering quickly from his surprise and forcing his way in between Ryan and me.

“H-Hey, get away the fuck from her man,” Rick told him dangerously. Ryan twitched violently, his face struggling between unbridled rage and ruinous heartbreak. I could only cower on the workbench, burying my face in my knees as my only defense.

“Th-That’s my fucking wife you piece of shit!” Ryan roared, pushing Rick out of his way again to grab my wrist. Ryan’s shouting had attracted the rest of the Smith household, all four of them appearing in the doorway to watch my life fall apart.

“Your wife in fucking name only,” Rick shot back, pushing him away from me again. “You only want her as your wife so you can have an all-access pass human fucking punching bag.”

Ryan didn’t respond, rearing back and delivering a sucker punch right to Rick’s stomach, knocking him to the floor to reach for me again, successfully pulling me off of the desk and dragging me out from the garage.

“H-Hey! Get your hands off of her!” Beth stepped in as Rick groaned on the floor, unable to recover as quickly this time. Ryan whirled around, an intense twitch contorting his face as he knocked Beth back onto the floor next to her father.

“Stay out of our lives you stupid bitch,” he hissed before pulling me back to our house as I fought against his grip.

“Ryan, you need to stop this,” I cried out weakly as he yanked the front door open, throwing me on the entryway floor. As soon as I started pushing myself up off the floor, Ryan grabbed my arm and dragged me into the living room.

“No (Y/N), you need to listen to me. You are my fucking wife, and you will respect me and everything I have fucking done for you.” He threw me into the couch and circled me, disgust and rage contorted his face now, the twitching had come to a stop. “I should’ve known with a stupid fucking whore like you, it wouldn’t take much to make loyalty waver. I just can’t believe you’d stoop so fucking low and start fucking your best friend’s father.”

“I want a divorce Ryan,” I told him with a force and determination that surprised both of us. Ryan snarled at me but I did my best to preserve that confidence and press further, “I don’t want to be your wife anymore. I don’t want anything to fucking do with you.”

“Well, that’s too fucking bad, because I’m not going to let you fuck me over just so you can go act out whatever fucked up daddy issues you have with that geriatric piece of shit. And if you think that you’re taking my daughter away from me…” he trailed off dangerously.

“I’m not staying here another fucking night with you,” I cried, unable to maintain my poise. “I don’t love you.”

“You don’t have to love me, but you will fucking respect me.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but an assault on the front door interrupted us. “Nova! Nova, let me in,” Rick called from the other side.

“Tell your little fuck boy to leave, (Y/N). Tell him whatever you need to, but make him leave. You’re never to see him again, but I guarantee if you go with him, if you even take too long at the door, you will never see Madison again,” Ryan promised darkly, pointing to the door. I stood, my entire body shaking as I approached the door. Rick was peering through the stained glass, trying his hardest to make out what was happening. I watched as a wave of relief washed over him when I opened the door, wiping my tears away.

“I need you to leave Rick,” I told him before he could speak, trying my hardest to sound stern. “What we had was fun but-”

“Don’t give me that shit Nova,” he rolled his eyes, “Where the fuck is he?”

My eyes flicked to the hallway where I knew Ryan was waiting for me, listening to every word. “I need you to leave. I don’t know what I’ve been thinking these past few weeks, but I was wrong. I don’t love you. I don’t want you. If you’ve cared for me at all, you’ll just leave me the fuck alone. Leaving people is something you’re good at anyway, it should be easy for you.” It was a low blow, but it landed exactly how I intended.

He stared blankly at me for a moment before simply turning on his heel and walking away. I wanted to chase after him, to tell him I was sorry and that I didn’t mean it but I needed to end this myself, once and for all. Madi couldn’t grow up without her father and involving Rick would only end one way. I could only hope that one day, he would forgive me.

“Is he gone?” Ryan demanded as I rounded the corner. I nodded, trying to resist the urge to cry again. I traced the panic button again for the first time in months before a horrifying realization occurred to me.

He had a new body. I had no means to contact him. His receiver for my panic button was gone.

The tears started again, and I silently wept as Ryan continued his tirade. I only picked up on bits and pieces, more name-calling and more vague threats. I just had to make it until Madi got home. I just had to make it until I could make sure she was safe.

*+*

The first week back in my own home was horrifying. Through every verbal beatdown, through every backhand for perceived disrespect, I just continued reminding myself that the summer was almost over. Madison would be home from camp by the end of the month and I would finally put my foot down and tell Ryan I’d had enough.

In the meantime, my cellphone had been confiscated, locks put on all of the electronic devices and Ryan even went the extra mile to put up surveillance cameras around the house to ensure he could have an eye on me at any given moment. He had isolated me completely but my heart only ached for Rick. No responses whenever I would press that button proved my theory. Either Rick wasn’t getting them, or in the most heartbreaking of circumstances, he just didn’t care anymore.

Most days I would wake up and make Ryan’s breakfast, before excusing myself to the shower where I would sit on the floor and weep to myself. I couldn’t believe I was back here, that I was back to living in terror every day. At least before I had the ignorance of thinking there was no escape but now I knew there was someone who cared about me even if he wasn’t the best at outwardly showing it.

One tactic Ryan would employ to continue breaking down whatever self-confidence I had left was to insist Rick was just using me for a quick lay. If he truly cared about me, why wasn’t he here? Why wasn’t he breaking down that door if he loved me so much? And some nights, when I laid down next to a man who seemed only to exist to make my life a living hell, I would find myself believing it, even if only for a moment.

One week before Madison was due to come home, I was starting dinner when I heard screaming coming from next door. It wasn’t entirely out of the ordinary, Beth laid into her father almost daily for not getting me the hell out of there. The screaming matches usually never featured Rick’s voice, though I found myself craving the sound desperately. Instead, it was just Beth having what sounded like a one-sided argument with someone who just didn’t seem to care. This fight had been different, though this one had someone fighting back.

“You need to fucking leave, Jerry,” Beth shouted coldly. I resisted the urge to peek through the blinds, knowing if Ryan was watching he would rain down terror on me as soon as he got home.

“B-Beth, I’m sorry but maybe if your Dad hadn’t been sleeping with your best friend, someone who is old enough to be his freaking daughter, she wouldn’t be in this situation.” Jerry insisted desperately. His words stilled me to the core with wild thoughts of what Beth and Jerry knew about the brief tryst I’d shared with her father.

“Whatever was happening between two consenting adults is none of your fucking business Jerry. Just fucking leave, I can’t handle your stupid fucking face anymore.”

Oh, Beth.

“You’re willingness to forgive everything your father does is going to ruin everything we’ve built together.”

“We’ve built?” I could hear the hysterical disbelief in her voice as she laughed, “Everything you have right now is because of me.”

“I-I’ve contributed!” Jerry protested but Beth offered no validation, slamming the front door behind her. I returned to my cooking, distracted now as I mourned for my friend, wishing I could offer any kind of consolation, anything to help her feel better.

+Rick+

Jesus fucking christ these fucking women. Beth screaming reverberated throughout the house, making it hard to focus on my work. I needed something to take my mind off of the broken face of the girl next door. I’m not fucking stupid, I knew that fucking dick had something over her head, but she pushed me away. I’m not going to chase someone who won’t fucking learn. I listened to him scream at her day in and day out, only telling myself it’s what she wanted, it’s what she told me to do.

It didn’t mean it didn’t feel like my soul was being ripped from my fucking body with every sound of broken glass or knocked over furniture.

Beth finding out about our affair was… awkward. She didn’t quite know how to process the information at first but Jerry had sent it into overdrive. He screamed for hours after Fuckwad dragged her out of my arms about how disgusting I was, how it was wrong for me to go after someone so vulnerable. I had no response for him, other than rolling my eyes and disappearing into my room.

My room still reeked of her, yet another opportunity for a searing pain through my gut. I found her bra tucked behind my bed and the wall and in an embarrassing moment of weakness I breathed in her scent off of the lacy fabric before chucking it aside, disgusted with myself. I sunk onto my bed defeated and stared at the wall for what felt like hours as the sun went down outside leaving me in the dark with only the cool blue light from my TV to show how far I had fallen.

Being back in the dark with that dim blue lighting brought back intrusive echoes of her screaming my name and it was like I could still hear her panting as she rode out her climax. It was all too much. I stood up and fled desperately from the room, making a beeline for the garage, ignoring Morty and Summer’s calls as I passed. Morty gave up, but Summer followed me into the garage, unwilling to give up on her campaign.

“Grandpa, you’re going to go get Aunt Nova, right?” she demanded, her hand on her hip as she glared at me.

“Sh-She doesn’t want my help Summer, there’s nothing I can do,” I told her wearily.

Next door was silent, Fuckwad’s tirade must be over for the night. I was tempted to portal over and abscond with her but during the scuffle with Ryan, the bastardized portal gun had been knocked off of the desk, shattering the glass that held the portal formula. I had another one in the works, but it just kept getting pushed back and when I needed it, I wasn’t ready.

“What are you talking about? You’ve taken on worse things than some abusive fucking narcissist,” Summer insisted, “We took on the fucking Gazorpian male, you can do this.”

“I-I don’t know how to get this through your thick fucking skull Summer. She. Doesn’t. Want. My. Help. She doesn’t want me.” I told her plainly, ignoring the hitch in my throat.

“Smartest man in the universe my fucking ass,” she muttered under her breath. “Aunt Nova is probably worried about Madi. He probably threatened her or something.”

“Wh-Wh-What makes you an expert on her all of a sudden?” I spat back at her, ignoring the possibility.

“Lifetime.”

“Get the fuck out, Summer,” I dismissed her, turning to my workbench to continue on my new portal gun.

“Look, I don’t know what she said to you, I don’t know how she might’ve hurt your minuscule feelings but I’ve been deliberately ignoring how she looks at you and how you look at her. How the two of you are constantly just a little too close to each other, like, all the time. Aunt Nova loves you and you love her,” she finished, proud of her conclusion.

“I don’t know what you think you saw, but we just f-fucked one time, i-i-it wasn’t anything serious.”

“Oh fuck off Grandpa,” she winced, “You’re worried about her. You can’t even say her fucking name. We have to get her back.”

“Summer th-this isn’t some crazy fucking adventure.” I quickly turned to face her as fury dripped from my voice. “This is a grown woman’s life and h-her choices are her own. Sh-She already told me she doesn’t lo-care about me.”

“She said she doesn’t love you?” Summer asked, the pity written all over her face.

“It doesn’t matter Summer,” I told her, reverting to my weary tone and going back to my gun. “Sh-She’s gone and if I try to go after her that fucking douchebag is just going to kill her.”

“Go over there when he isn’t home!”

“He just spent all day yesterday putting up cameras all over that house,” I reminded her, bored.

“So I’ll go over there. I’m like Switzerland right now.”

“If anyone goes over there and tries to see her, it doesn’t end well,” I sighed, “She’ll leave when she’s ready.”

“I can’t believe after everything Aunt Nova has done for this family you’re going to abandon her again!” Summer accused shrilly.

”I can’t be the reason anything else happens to her Summer,” I told her weakly, glad to be facing away from her as tears trickled down my cheek. “J-J-Just leave me the fuck alone Summer.”

I avoided her gaze, standing up and heading to my ship. I yanked the door open and climbed inside, leaving a confused but determined Summer behind.

*+*

The month passed by at a snail’s pace, and I never saw her come out of her house once. I started worrying, briefly, that he had already killed her. Thankfully, now and then I would see her in a window or if I was lucky to watch her as she cleaned the house. She never met my gaze, almost purposefully so. Summer was still constantly up my ass trying to get me to go over there but I couldn’t do it. I told myself I was leaving her alone as she asked, I knew I couldn’t take her rejection again. Deep down I knew she was lying, she had to be but the wound stung.

When I finally did see her outside, Fuckwad was leading her to his car. She wore a large pair of dark sunglasses, a long dress, and a sweater. I was willing to bet that underneath all of those layers, her soft skin was littered with purples and blues. I stood at the edge of the garage but she never looked up, not once. She wobbled on the high heeled sandals she was wearing, her ankle sprained. I watched as they pulled out of the driveway and disappeared down the street, my fury turning everything around me red.

I had to get her out of there. I couldn’t let this continue any fucking longer.

I paced the garage, trying to figure out the best possible way to execute a plan of attack. She was waiting for Madison to come home, that much was clear. After everything she told me about him, I knew there was no love for him left in her heart. This wasn’t for him, she was letting him do this because of Madi. Her daughter was her world. Beth knocked sharply on the garage door, letting herself in to observe my pacing.

“They went to get Madison,” she told me abruptly after a long silence. “Do you think Nova will come back when she can make sure she’s safe?”

“She’s not staying another night in that house, Beth. Either she leaves of her own volition or I will go over there and drag her out myself,” I assured her darkly, staring up at the house.

“Nova didn’t look good, he’s hurting her again and it’s worse than before,” Beth lamented. I nodded softly, not meeting my daughters piercing gaze. “Look, Dad, I heard what you told Summer awhile back. Did… Do you love her?”

I couldn’t answer right away. Talking about feelings at all was not my strong point but at this point, it didn’t even matter anymore. Everyone already knew. “Yeah,” I confirmed with a sigh, returning to check my new portal gun, desperate for any distraction.

“H-How long has this been going on?” Beth pressed nervously. “D-Did Mom-”

“Jesus Beth no!” I spat, turning to face her wearing a look of disgust, “Nothing started until I came back.”

“Did you actually sleep with her?”

“Do you really want the answer to that question?”

“Not really,” she conceded with a sigh. “I’m still trying to wrap my head around the idea. I always knew she idolized you, I mean, she got drunk one night and told me went into cosmetology because she loved watching you mixing chemicals. I guess I’m just more surprised with you.”

“S-Sweetie, I know your mom and I weren’t very romantic with each other. S-She was a brilliant lady but the only l-love we shared was a love of science. But this, this is different, it always has been,” I confessed. She shook her head in gentle disbelief, seeming to consider her words before she spoke.

“Did you have feelings for her before you left?” I knew she was just trying to make sense of things but her questioning was starting to get under my skin.

“I mean, not like that? She was too young and immature for me back then, but I could see in her traits and qualities that I admired, sure.”

“Did you leave because of it?”

“J-Jesus fucking christ Beth,” I shouted in frustration. She was far smarter than I ever gave her credit for. “No, that’s not why I left.”

A little white lie wouldn’t hurt her, right?

“I guess it just makes sense while simultaneously blowing my mind,” Beth shrugged, staring up at the house next door. “She was never quite the same after you left. She always tried to act like she was fine and she did an amazing job of it, but she never quite smiled the same. I didn’t see that smile again until you came back.”

I didn’t respond, but I stopped my pacing next to her and looked up at the house. “H-How did she end up with that prick anyway?”

She shrugged again, “He paid attention to her I guess. Made her feel validated and slowly started taking that validation away. The only thing Nova’s ever wanted was to feel loved and wanted. He gave her that, at first.”

“M-Mom, what’s for dinner?” Morty interrupted us. I kept my back to him, continuing to stare up at the shell of a home next door. There was no warmth when you looked at it, only cold calculation. Beth rested a hand on my shoulder for a moment before leading Morty back into the kitchen with talk of Hamburger Helper.

I waited for hours, fiddling with my portal gun even though it was in perfect working order. Beth brought my dinner into the garage and while I thanked her, all but a few bites were left to grow cold next to me. Instead, I started downing liquor, back to back shots left and right, trying to quell the nerves that were boiling within as I waited.

Finally, with a small amount of mercy, I heard their car pulling up next door. I had shut the lights off earlier in anticipation of their arrival to try my hardest to go unnoticed. I edged over to the dark corner of the garage to watch the family pour out of the overpriced sedan. She still wore the same outfit, but with her sunglasses removed, I could see the dingy color circling her eye paired with a deep gash through her brow.

Oh baby, no.

With her sunglasses off, I caught her eye as she unpacked the trunk. She smiled the briefest of smiles, hiding it quickly when Ryan came around the back of the car. It wasn’t quick enough it seemed as he stared at her for a moment before he found me skulking in the garage.

“Madison, take this inside,” he ordered, extending a small suitcase out to his daughter. She took it quickly, obviously wanting no part of her father’s ire. Once Madi disappeared into the house, he grabbed her arm tightly, twisting it behind her back, muttering softly into her ear as he glared over at me. I wanted to storm across the lawn and break his arm to start but she found my gaze again, shaking her head ever so slightly. I breathed deeply, taking another drink as I watched him shut the trunk lead her into the house.

And it went quiet, for a while. Lights flicked on and off as they prepared for bed and I pulled my chair out to watch intently. I knew he could see me, but at this point, I just didn’t care. I was taking her and Madison out of there if I had to kill him to do it. I waited until all the visible light went out, first the main light in Madison’s room, leaving only a string of Christmas lights to illuminate the window. Next was the living room, then the upstairs hallway and then their bedroom. I hesitated a moment, returning my chair to the garage and beginning to pace around again, trying to figure out the most opportune time to strike. I wanted to wait until I was sure he was asleep, as bad as I wanted him dead, she was the priority. Her and Madison. I waited an hour, staring at their bedroom window watching for any movement.

Just as I poised to strike, Madison’s light flipped on before quickly turning back off. I raised my eyebrow as the hallway light flipped on after before the master bedroom turned on and an ear-piercing shriek rang out from the house. I froze for a moment, my brain telling my body to move but nothing happened. Madison, covered in blood, tore out from the house continuing her shrieking as she approached.

“He’s gonna kill her, Dad’s going to kill Mom, please Mr. Sanchez, please do something.” She hadn’t even finished her statement before I was bolting up to the front door, ripping it off its hinges as I entered the house. I took the stairs to the second floor two at a time, stunned at the stained red I found on the hallway carpet. I shook my head to straighten my head, shoving all of the worst possibilities out of my mind as tore down the hallway, kicking open the bedroom door to find a horrifying sight within.

“Nova!” I cried out, deflecting a sneak attack from Ryan who had been perched behind the door. “Oh not right now you fucking pathetic waste of a man.” I picked him up, launching him into the dresser. She was on the floor, bleeding freely from a deep wound on her stomach, her face swollen and bloodied as well.

How in the fuck had I not heard this?

“R-Rick,” she sputtered up at me, spraying my face with blood, “R-Rick, I-I’m so s-sorry. I-I didn’t mean it.” She was fading fast but Ryan was climbing back to his feet. He greeted me with a look of pure unbridled rage, growling as he launched at me again. I blocked him easily, sidestepping to send him barrelling into the wall. As he spun around to look at me viciously again, Beth appeared at the bedroom door, looking horrified at the sight within.

“Beth! Get her out of here. She’s bleeding pretty fucking bad,” I ordered. She obeyed immediately, putting Nova’s arm around her shoulders.

“She mine!” Ryan growled, turning his attack to Beth. I intercepted him, restraining him against the wall.

“Get her the fuck out of here!” I bellowed again. Beth led her away, leaving me to contend with the hulked out Ryan. “So I guess the dampener finally fully broke huh? That’s a damn shame,” I taunted him, “Should’ve stayed the way you were, you would’ve lived longer.”

“You take wife! You die!” he bellowed, using his rage to break out my hold on him.

“I-I thought I told you this already you walking fucking imbecile, she’s not yours, not anymore,” I taunted him, easily stepping out the way of his attempt to barrel into me. I couldn’t take him in a fistfight right now, and pulling out my gun would leave me vulnerable, even for a second. I was just going to have to tire the brute out.

“She MY wife! She no love you!” He bellowed, running at me again.

“See, that’s kind of funny, considering how many times she screamed it as I buried my cock into her,” I sneered at him. His face somehow turned even redder with rage as he ran at me again, this time swinging his arms wildly in an attempt to grab onto my lab coat.

“You dead man!”

“I-I’m thinking not there pal. See, when I’m done here I’m going to go back to my house-” I swerved out of his reach for another attack, “-and I’m going to lay her down and eat the fuck out of her pussy-” I dodged him again, jumping on the bed to send him flying into her bedside table, “-I bet you’ve never even tasted how sweet she tastes when she’s just come all over your hand- or well, my hand.”

“I kill you, science man. You never touch (Y/N) again.” He roared. Realizing his running attack wasn’t working the way he wanted he relented, opting instead to start throwing broken furniture across the room.

Ducking the projectiles, I continued my taunting, “And the way she feels when she slides onto your- oop, sorry again, my cock, god she just has the best fucking pussy? When was the last time you got to slide right in there and watch her just fucking enjoy how it felt having you inside of her? Never?”

“Stop talk about (Y/N). I kill you now.”

He lunged at me again, this time brandishing a bloodied leg from the broken chair in the corner. It caught my shoulder, pulling me along for the ride as we collided into the wall. Realizing one of his attacks had finally landed, he let out a victory roar as he grabbed my coat, flinging me into the headboard. I felt the slats underneath break underneath me as the bed bowed inward.

“Y-You know what the best part is, you bumbling fucking moron? N-Not the sex, not the way she made me come. I-I could’ve lived rest of my life without having that, e-even though it’s a great benefit,” I grunted, grinning maliciously at him as I pulled myself up from the broken bed, “N-No, the best part was that she wanted to be there with me, every fucking smile, every fucking laugh was far more genuine than you could’ve ever produced from her. But you never cared about that part of her though, did you? You just wanted a fucking house slave to beat whenever you stubbed your fucking toe.”

“I do love my (Y/N)!” he bellowed back, his anger only proving my point, “She mine Rick, if I can’t have her, neither will you. I made sure of that! She dead now!”

“O-Oho buddy, Beth’s taking care of her right fucking now. My Nova will walk away from this, with me.”

Ryan’s chest heaved quickly, almost like he was trying desperately to catch his breath. He tried to lunge at me again but only fell to his knees, clutching his chest desperately. I was caught off guard, watching the man in front of me cough desperately as his legs became stiff and he tumbled gracelessly to the floor. Was this motherfucker really having a fucking heart attack right now? After all those dramatics and stunted speech? I stood over him, watching him gasp for air, a grin spreading quickly over my face.

“I’m gonna watch you take your last breath you, piece of fucking shit. Who’s the geriatric old fuck now?”

I watched as he convulsed on the floor and spouted out incoherent nonsense, mostly regarding Nova, some insulting me. I enjoyed every last torturous moment of his pathetic existence. Laid out on his back, vomiting would ultimately be his downfall as it lodged in his throat. He sputtered, unable to roll onto his side and clear his airway. When the light finally left his eyes and the color was drained from his face, I turned on my heel not even sparing a parting glance as I walked back through the house. The blood in the hallway quickened my pace and by the time I made it to the door, I sprinted across the yard and into the house.

Beth had Nova laid out on the dining room table, desperately applying pressure to her open wound. Morty and Summer had taken Madi into the living room, fruitlessly trying to comfort the poor girl as she wailed in between them. At least they had been able to get here out of her bloodied clothes. She spotted me in an instant and rushed over to me desperately, stopping short of running into me as she looked up at me with pleading red eyes.

“I-Is he d-d-dead?” she stammered through her sobbing. I nodded curtly, focusing on Beth tending to Nova. The bleeding had mostly stopped, but Nova was still unresponsive. I started to move closer when a pair of arms wrapped around my midsection, squeezing tightly. “Th-Thank you,” she murmured. I patted her back awkwardly before gently pushing her away to finally make it Nova’s side. Her t-shirt had been ripped through the middle, leading to the gory wound on her stomach. My chest ached at the sight, only able to stare at her in shock.

“Oh, Dad, thank god,” Beth cried, finally noticing my presence, “She’s stable but she won’t wake up and I don’t know if I got all of the shards out of her and I don’t know what to do- D-Do we take her to the hospital?”

“B-Beth, I’ll take it from here,” I assured her, regaining control over my limbs to scoop Nova off of the table and carry her into the garage.

I grabbed my portal gun from the table and opened one to the same hospital we had to take Jerry to when he got into my Cherry Garcia, Beth and the kids following behind me. We were greeted by a tall slender nurse who quickly took Nova from my arms, resting her on a gurney as he carted her away. I gave him a brief rundown of the situation, that she was human, she’s been attacked and there might be shrapnel from the attack still lodged inside of her. I was sent back out into the waiting room to let the doctors help her.

“What happened with Ryan?” Beth asked sharply as soon as I plopped into the uncomfortable chair. I sighed, feeling more exhausted than I had in years as I leaned back in the chair.

“He’s dead,” I shrugged, turning to watch the interdimensional cable, honestly surprised to find it still here.

“H-How did he die? Did you kill him?” Summer needled quickly, a frankly evil look in her eyes. I looked over at Madi who was currently resting against her and stared at her for a moment before returning Summer and shaking my head at her tactlessness.

“Not here Summer, not in front of Madi.”

“I-I wanna know. He’s my dad, I’m gonna find out eventually,” Madi insisted morosely.

“H-He had a fucking heart attack. I guess he was so angry, his heart couldn’t take it and just gave out,” I told him, staring back up at the screen.

Beth snorted, “That’s fitting.”

“Yea, I thought so too.”

Silence fell over the five of us as we waited for news on Nova, absently watching the TV. I knew she would be fine, she had to be, but as doctors and nurses appeared out of the swinging doors and went to everyone but us, my nerves went into overdrive. I wanted to just sleep to pass the time, but every time I closed my eyes, I saw Nova lying there on the floor broken and beaten within an inch of her life. How the fuck had I not heard her screaming? I had to listen to every other fucking fight the two had but the one that mattered, the one that almost cost her her life slipped under my radar? She hadn’t even tried to contact me, didn’t even try to use her panic button as she called it to tell me she needed help.

The same doctor who had treated Jerry approached us, breaking me away from my thoughts has he regarded his chart, “Are you guys here with, ah, Nova?” he asked calmly.

“Yes! Yes, that’s us! Is she okay? How is she?” Beth leaped from her seat, nodding frantically.

He didn’t respond, instead, he led us down a long corridor to a small room where Nova rested comfortably, looking worse for wear as she smiled up at us. Still, I was grateful that she looked lightyears better than when I had last seen her. Her face was still swollen, small cuts deemed too unimportant to heal immediately still littered her face but the larger injuries were all but gone. Madi rushed to her side, weeping into her mother as Nova gently patted her back soothingly.

“Nova is going to fine, Mrs. Smith,” the doctor assured Beth serenely, “We were able to remove all of the wood from her wounds and heal her most threatening wounds. She’ll be sore for the next couple days but she will heal completely.”

“Thank you, Doctor, thank you so much,” Beth gushed. He nodded his head wisely before leaving the room. Beth turned back to Nova, surveying her from head to toe, “Nova, how are you feeling? What happened?”

“Jeez Mom, calm the hell down,” Summer chastised her sharply before turning back to her aunt, “Aunt Nova, I’m so glad you’re alright.” Madi moved away to allow Summer the chance to hug her tightly, wiping away tears as she pulled away.

“I’m okay you guys, the man with the oddly shaped head said I’ll be able to leave whenever I’m ready,” Nova assured Beth, looking up at her best friend. Beth moved in to hug her next, holding her tightly as she sobbed into her shoulder.

“I don’t know what I’d do if I ever lost you, Nova,” she cried as Nova rubbed her back soothingly. “He’s gone Nova, he’s dead,” Beth told her seriously, pulling away to look her in the eyes.

“What happened?” Nova asked quietly, finally looking up at me.

“His heart gave out,” I shrugged, “I didn’t even have to lay a finger on him. It was pretty anti-climatic really.”

She was quiet a moment, digesting my words before turning her gaze on Madi. “I’m so sorry sweetheart,” she consoled her daughter softly. Madi’s face hardened at her mother’s apology and she stood up quickly from the bed.

“I’m glad he’s dead Mom.”

“Y-You don’t mean that,” Nova insisted, pulling the blanket off of her lap to move closer to her.

“I do mean that. Dad was a monster a-and after what he did to you? He deserved to die,” Madi told her mother coldly. Nova was silent, slumping back onto the bed in defeat.

“N-Nova, sweetie, what happened?” Beth asked again, caution in her voice as her eyes flicked to Summer.

“I-I don’t want to talk about, not here,” she sighed, standing up and gathering her belongs, “When we get home, I promise I’ll explain.” Beth conceded, shooing the kids from the room so Nova could change.

“D-Do you need help?” I asked softly when the door finally shut behind Beth. Nova shook her head sharply, turning her back to me as she pulled on her blood-soaked sweats under the long hospital gown. “Y-You don’t have to wear those, I can get you something else,” I insisted.

“No Rick, don’t worry about it,” she muttered, pulling them over her hips before grabbing her shirt.

“Come on Nova, let me get you something else, let me help you,” I insisted, reaching over to grab the shirt out of her hands.

“Oh, now you want to fucking help?” she hissed, turning around to finally face me.

“Y-Yes?” I sputtered, flabbergasted.

“That’s pretty fucking funny, could’ve used it a lot fucking sooner.” she hissed, ripping the shirt back out of my hand and pulling it over her head defiantly.

“N-Nova, you told me to leave you alone. You told me you didn’t want me anymore. I didn’t know what to do. B-Beth thought you were just waiting for Madi to come home-”

“N-No! I mean just a couple of fucking hours ago when my husband almost fucking killed me.”

“Wh-What? I was there as soon as I could be- as soon as I heard anything,” I insisted.

“The moment we walked in the door, it was over. He was out for my fucking blood.” Her tone cut me to the bone, I let her down. I fucking let her down when she needed it most.

“I-I didn’t hear anything Nova, I’m sorry,” I apologized, completely defeated. “Y-You didn’t use your panic button- I was going to get you out of there tonight, I-I didn’t know.”

“I did use my fucking panic button,” she told me venomously, “but I guess it doesn’t fucking work when the body housing its receiver is floating through the vacuum of fucking space.”

God. Fucking. Dammit.

“I didn’t- I didn’t even think about that.” I confessed hopelessly, “I just thought- I mean I heard you guys fighting but I thought if he was hurting you-”

“I used that fucking panic button every fucking night.”

“I’m sorry Nova, I’m so fucking sorry. I let you down.”

“I thought you gave up on me. I know what I said to you was cruel but I thought you would be smart enough to see right through it. Guess you let your ego get in the way.”

“Baby, I’m sorry,” I cried softly. Her hard gaze was replaced by a gentle one as she moved closer to me. “I never gave up on you, I just- I thought you had a plan, that you were just waiting for Madison- I just let myself believe what you said so I wouldn’t beat down the door and potentially put her at risk.”

“I was waiting for Madi. You were at least right about that,” she conceded. Sighing, she pulled the shirt back off, allowing me a view of the long wound down her stomach, “I can’t wear this shit, can you find me something else?”

“Of course.”

+Ch11: Exit Wounds+

#rick and morty #rick and morty fanfiction #rick sanchez x reader #rick sanchez/reader

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An Unconventional Gift

Happy Rumbelle Christmas in July! This is my RCIJ gift for the lovely @moonlight91. I’m sorry you had to put up with me and my poor communication when my life and health overtook me in the last month. Also I’m sorry I drifted over into the next day -- I’ve no idea what timezone you’re in but I’m sure it’s well in Sunday wherever you are.

I hope you enjoy your gift. This what happens when I come up with a new idea so you have a complete gift and write it all at the last minute. I enjoyed working on it even if it wasn’t my initial idea and is perhaps quite different to what you were expecting from your prompt. I’m planning on posting my initial idea too at some point so if you have any interest in seeing that I’ll hopefully post the prologue and first chapter soon.

Summary: Rumple brings a baby back to the Dark Castle.

Enchanted Forest AU and canon-divergent.

Prompt: Fairytale Murder

Rating: G

Notes: Fluffy and but also angsty because that’s what apparently happens when I decide to try to write fluff.

Also because I decided to write this new idea at totally the last minute please let me know if you see any typos because I haven’t obsessively been through this as many times as I normally would before posting.

Warnings: Depression (not in any real depth or detail but it is there).

[AO3]

“And then I reached into her chest and do you want to know what happened next?”

There was a high pitched giggle that was answered by a happy little burble.

“Do you? Yes of course you do.” The high voice trilled. “You’re going to be the baddest and most evil of sorcerers when you grow up.” A scaled green-grey scaled hand reached into a carry basket and tickled light haired baby’s stomach. “Yes, you are. You are, you are.” An excited shriek echoed through the large hall.

Rumplestiltskin grinned at the baby. “Yes. You are and I’ll teach you all there is to know. It’s actually quite simple. You see, little one, the thing you have to remember is people turn to me in times of need, out of desperation, for things they can or won’t do for themselves. It’s amazing what people will ask an evil sorcerer to do for them. You just have to know how to extract the right price for your services. You will want to remember that for yourself later.”

The baby stared back at the sorcerer solemnly, then gave a little twitch of her head which, if you squinted at it carefully enough, you could just about interpret as a nod. The sorcerer’s grin widened and was answered by a small, almost wry, quirk of the lips from the baby. Could babies have a wry sense of humour?

Then again this one seemed to be one of those children who was born an adult in all but body. Her intense blue eyes gleamed with intelligence as if she was in fact taking copious mental notes. If she could have held a pen she surely would have been taking actual notes. She would surely grow up to be a scholar of great renown. Or would have if she had been born into a world that readily allowed women to become scholars.

The sorcerer, snorted to himself, that was of course, a stupid a narrow minded view. Not that he expected anything less from the fools of this land any more. He’d been alive for centuries and how much had changed? Precious little. Women, rich and poor still, died in childbirth and far too many infants never lived to adulthood. The lands were still mostly ruled by the same noble families, mostly by men (although there were notable exceptions), the poor were still expected to give their lives in the battles the noble families fought between each other and occasionally existential threats such as ogres.

Which really reinforced to him how little had changed -- they were still fighting ogres wars of all things. He had always believed when he had been called up to fight them that they would finally have stopped the ogres in their tracks once and for all. Of course he’d been a naive fool back then and now understood something of the harsh barrenness of many of the ogres’ lands and the complicated nature of ogre politics. They weren’t nice and fluffy creatures (then again neither was he) but they weren’t all the rampaging senseless villains most humans believed them to be.

Well all humans he’d ever met in fact except perhaps the one living in his castle. He didn’t think he’d met another person in his life who so much as considered that perhaps not all ogres were monsters. Some would have mistaken such compassion for softness but then only one who had never clashed minds with Belle would have ever have thought her soft. She was gentle in many ways but soft implied that she was weak and malleable and his Belle was neither of those things.

She also wasn’t his Belle. She might have come with him as part of a deal and have been his maid (although with the all the Castle’s self-cleaning spells and other spells to provide food and drink she was barely even that at times) but she most certainly wasn’t his in the way he sometimes wished she could be. She would never look at him that way. If he was a better man he could have released her from her deal with him and let her go out into the world and find the happiness she deserved. But he was still a monster, a selfish one at that, and he couldn’t bear to lose the light she had brought back into his life.

He knew one day he would find his son but that seemed a long way off most days. Before her there had been so many times when he wouldn’t rise from his bed for weeks when the despair over the loss of Baelfire consumed him. But with Belle here even the darkest days were easier. Having someone who would smile at him and even if she was not able to fix his problems somehow made those days less unrelentingly terrible.

She also would not allow him to mope and feel sorry for himself for too long. The first time he had fallen into one of his dark spells after she’d arrived and holed himself up in his chambers, she had waited three days before hammering on his door and then barging her way into his inner sanctum when he didn’t respond. He supposed he could have used magic to lock his door but he’d been so startled it hadn’t ever occurred to him. He’d never bothered with any locks, magical or otherwise until he given her her own suite of rooms and wanted to make sure she’d feel safe from anyone, including him.

Even that first time Belle hadn’t asked him any questions and just taken one look at his pathetic form and walked out. He’d assumed that she wouldn’t be back -- who would after looking at his matted and wild hair, his crumpled night shirt and his twisted bedsheets from his nightmares? He sincerely wished the legend that the Dark One didn’t need sleep was in fact correct when the nightmares over took him. But his little maid had surprised him. She’d returned less than five minutes later with a glass of water and a book. She’d placed the water on his bedside and after looking around his room and discovering that he had no chairs in the room sat down beside him on his bed and began to read to him.

He supposed if he were a better man he would have summoned a chair for her but he wasn’t one. If this was to be the only way he would ever have Belle in his bed he would not pass up the opportunity. So he had lain there entranced by the sound of Belle’s voice and the tale of the hero Gideon. She had read to him for hours and while the heavy feeling in his heart and his limbs was still there somehow it wasn’t quite as bad as it had been before.

Hours later she laid down the book looked him in the eyes. She had smiled somewhat sadly at him and he felt a stab of guilt at idea he someone made his little Belle feel sad. But before he could apologize and grovel for her forgiveness, she had stood up an informed him in no uncertain terms that she didn’t think he’d eaten in at least three days (he hadn’t but hadn’t really noticed) and that she expected him downstairs for dinner. Since he could think of no way to reply to that or how to argue with the fierce and stubborn creature that was his maid he’d acquiesced.

Ever since then whenever he’d have one of his episodes she’d come to his room and read, sometimes out loud to him and other times silently to herself. Either way she would always sit next to him keeping him company. Sometimes she’d absent-mindedly reach out and stroke his hair and it was all he could do not to purr. He would have liked it if she touched him like that out of true affection and not pity but he couldn’t stop in taking comfort from them. They were a soothing balm for his ancient dark and misshapen soul.

She never asked him any questions during those times -- which was a good thing as he didn’t trust himself to answer them without soaking her shoulder in tears. She simply was there and all she seemed to expect was that he managed to magic himself from bed at least once a day to appear for a meal that she’d make with her own rudimentary cooking skills. Some of the concoctions she’d laid in front of him tasted truly terrible he had to admit. But the idea that she cared about him enough to try to make him a chocolate cake was to him a far sweeter gift than her simply instructing the castle to make one for her (and not just because she’d gotten the salt and sugar confused).

No his little maid was kind and compassionate towards him and he had found himself slowly opening himself up to her in a way he hadn’t to anyone ever before. Not even with Milah. Belle might have just been his maid and gradually becoming, dare he hope a friendly companion? He couldn’t hope to yet have met the bar for a friend yet but she was a constant in his life that even a year ago he never would have believed possible. Now he was about to change both their lives. He just hoped that she would be pleased and not mad at him about it. Maybe he ought to have consulted her first?

A loud wailing broke though his reverie. He looked back to the baby and took in the red screwed up little face.

“Hush now. Little one. Hush. What’s wrong now? I’m sure it’s nothing we can’t fix.”

He reached into the basket and stroked her cheek. She took a big breath and for a moment it seemed like that was all that would be needed to calm her. But then she let out an even louder cry and it seemed that that hope would be in vain. He sighed and took the tiny little one into his arms, sniffing her slightly as he did so. That wasn’t the issue it seemed.

She was lighter than Bae had ever been to hold even though he thought from some of the other signs that she must be at least a month or two old by now. Of course he hadn’t arrived home until weeks after Bae’s birth but he was certain Bae had never been this tiny even as a newborn. His anger stirred as he felt how thin the babe was in his arms.

A quick thought later and a leather bottle appeared in his hand and he shifted the baby in his arms slightly and tilted the bottle so that the teat was in front of its mouth. He hoped that the nipple shaped object in front of it would be enough for the babe to work the rest out but apparently he had slightly over-estimated its intelligence at this stage at least. He shook head, amused at his own stupidity and gently opened the baby’s mouth and placed the bottle’s nipple inside. For a moment she seemed confused but then she gave an experimental little twitch of her mouth and her whole being seemed to relax as she began to drink more enthusiastically.

“That’s it. Drink up little one. There’s more where that came from. Infinitely more, in fact. Now I should go back to telling you your story where was I? I was telling you about how I murdered that women who wanted to harm you. Yes? Now I had dispatched the first two and the final was one was choking on my magic when I reached into her chest and I out her heart.”

There was a crash from behind him and the large doors to the Great Hall flew open and Belle came rushing into the room.

“Rumplestiltskin, I didn’t realize you were back already. Do you want your tea now or later? And what was that noise just now? I could have sworn I heard a baby crying but...”

She trailed off as the sorcerer turned towards her and she caught sight of the small bundle in his arms. His generally soft and good natured maid’s countenance took on a much sterner and frosty appearance as she glared at him.

“And where, pray tell, did that come from?” She tapped the heel of her foot against the floor while he tried to remember how to make his mouth work.

“It’s not what you think, Belle.”

“And what precisely is it that you think I think?” Her stony expression almost made him cringe before he reminded himself sternly that he was the Dark One and he did not cringe to before his maid no matter how much her liked her or how sharply he could feel the points of the her stare piercing into his skin.

“Well… You probably think I broke my promise I made to you after that whole, er, um, incident with Jack and Jill’s baby. But I didn’t. I swear.”

“Then where exactly did it come from? It didn’t just appear out of thin air.”

He gave a nervous little giggle, “No, no, of course not my dear… I mean, dearie. I was getting to that. You see there was this village that called on me to help it deal with a problem it was having. The town’s babies had all gone missing from their cribs overnight. Their parents woke up pleased at first with a good night’s rest because of not having been awakened in the night to discover they had all gone. So I was called by some of the parents to help them find their children.”

“For a price.”

He rolled his eyes. “Well of course for a price. The Dark One doesn’t do anything for free and he most certainly does not do good deeds. But you needn’t worry about the price, it was just some gold the families offered up. Nothing more, er, exotic, this time.”

“Then how did you get her”, a quick nod of that beautiful head towards the bundle in its arms, “if not as the price?”

“I’m getting to that bit. Now I can see you’re not in the mood for the clever little bit of magic I did to find the children right now. But it was a particularly good piece of magic to find them so quickly, if I do say so myself.”

His maid didn’t look the least bit impressed with that.

He swallowed hard. “Right. Anyway, so I tracked the children to a cave in the middle of the Infinite Forest. A trio of those gnats who call themselves ‘Fairy Godmothers’ had taken them in the hopes of using their blood to enhance their powers. They weren’t the first ones, just the first time they’d branched out to taking a whole village. Which was foolish if they’d hoped to go unnoticed but it seems from what I found there they’d done enough experiments to ascertain that this would likely have worked. Well… I’m dark but I’m not like that.

“I dealt with the fairies then returned the rest to their homes but this one was well left over, nobody claimed her or even knew whose she was. I tried to track her parents with magic but there was no trace of them. There’s only one reason for those that particular spell to fail -- if they’re dead. So she’s an orphan, see.”

Belle’s face had softened during his explanation and while she still looked serious she looked more like her usual self. He became aware that the sucking on the bottle had stopped too. He removed the bottle from the girl’s lips and vanished the bottle.

“And so what are you planning on doing with her now?”

He gulped and stared down at baby to give himself courage.

“Well it seems that she needs a home.” He glanced back up at Belle but she seemed to be more focused on the baby in his arms. That was good. Maybe she wouldn’t be too mad about this after all.

“And well, I was, er, wondering if you wanted her.”

Belle’s eyes snapped back up to his face. She looked at him, startled.

“Me?”

He suddenly wondered if perhaps this was a bad idea and that maybe he should have asked her whether she wanted a child before bringing one back for her. She’d never wanted her marriage to Gaston perhaps she hadn’t wanted children either. It would hurt to give this child up if she didn’t want her. In less than a day he’d become rather fond of the little one. But he could hardly keep her if Belle didn’t want her, he wasn’t a fit and proper person for such a task on his own.

“Well… That is if you, um… If you want to of course. It’s just you seemed quite fond of that one baby but gave up on marriage and all that life to come here with me. We agreed that I wasn’t to take any as part of deals any more but I thought this might be, um, a mutually agreeable way for you to get that chance.”

“Rumple...”

“It’s fine if you don’t want to.” He hurried to add. “I’m very good at finding homes for babies.”

“Rumple...”

“I have experience doing it.”

“Rumple!”

“And I wouldn’t hold it against you in the least...”

“Rumplestiltskin! Will you let me get a word in?”

“Oh, right of course.” He swallowed hard of over the dryness of his throat and unconsciously ran a finger over the forehead of the baby.

Belle smiled at him slightly and took a few steps closer to him and the baby.

“Are you sure about this?” She reached out a hand towards him but stopped just short of touching the baby.

“Yes, yes of course.”

“You won’t mind a child running around the place all the time?”

“Why I mind that? Would I have suggested this idea, if I didn’t mean it?”

She shrugged. “You might not have fully thought this through.”

Well he hadn’t but that didn’t mean he was going to regret it if she wanted this.

“Does she have a name?” Her hand grazed the baby’s head as she said it.

“Does that mean you want to keep her?”

She smiled softly her gaze now fully on the baby. “Yes. Yes I want to raise this child with you Rumple.”

He opened his mouth but no sound came out. When she phrased it like that it made it sound like she would be letting him do more help her out every so often. Almost like she would let him help parent the child, almost like they were a couple. He was sure she didn’t meant the latter but perhaps this meant she viewed him as a friend of sorts now? He felt a dampness that felt suspiciously like tears begin to well up in the corner of his eyes. She held out her arms to him and he wordlessly transferred the baby into her waiting arms.

“Why, hello little one.” She smiled one of the most radiant smiles he’d ever seen down at the babe in her arms and she was answered with small little smile. “You’re beautiful aren’t you? What’s your name? Rumple, you didn’t tell me if she had a name yet.”

He didn’t think he could reply, he wasn’t sure he’d seen a more beautiful sight since he’d lost Bae. He swallowed a few times to force the emotions he was feeling down enough so he could answer Belle’s question.

“Yes… Well at least I assume it’s hers it might not be I guess. It was sewn into the blanket I found her in but I suppose that blanket could have belonged to another child first…”

She nodded, “Well let’s assume that it was probably her name then unless it’s truly dreadful.”

He shook his head, “it’s Alice.”

“Alice? That’s a good name. I think it suits her don’t you think?”

He nodded the sight of Belle cooing down at the baby was too much for him to trust himself with words right now.

“Well. Then I guess we’ll have to make a place for you to live, little Alice. We didn’t have much time to prepare but let’s see what the castle can rummage up for us shall we?”

He cleared his throat, “I um, might have taken the liberty of preparing the room next to yours as a nursery. At least until you decide how you want to decorate it of course.”

She smiled at him. “Well let’s start there shall we Alice?”

As she reached the doorway she turned and looked back at him and said, “Oh and Rumple, just so you know, this wasn’t the only way I could have had a child and remained faithful to our deal.”

He nodded wondering what her point was. He supposed she could have found herself some young man in town to get her with child. It didn’t quite seem Belle’s style somehow but perhaps he’d been wrong. She rolled her eyes slightly and he watched the slight crinkles form at the sides of them as smiled at him.

“Just the next time you decide you want to raise a child with me Rumple, perhaps consult me first? We could try the traditional route of acquiring one. I hear it’s a lot of fun.”

And with that she breezed out of the room while he stood gaping after her.

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