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tiredmamaissy · 8 months

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clingy neteyam part 3??

Clingy Neteyam part III

Gotchu, babe. Did this turn into angry sex? Yes, yes it did. This mini series is just surprise after surprise 😅

Warnings: adult!neteyam, super smutty, angry sex, knotting, chasing kink, heavy breeding kink, power dynamics, dom nete, lemme know if I forgot anything?

“C’mon. Is that all you got in you?” He chuckles, sinking into you even deeper, growing knot pushing against the resistance of your tight hole. “I was just getting started.”

“N-Neteyam. Ple-ase.” You blubber out, feeling too much but not enough at the same time.

“Begging for it now, huh?” He pants, keeping still until his heaving chest calms down. “Tell me. Tell me what you want.”

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Begging for it? Eywa, that pissed you off. Sure you were, but wasn’t he the one begging for it and being all clingy in the first place? Couldn’t take his hands off you? And that smug little look on his face only makes it worse. You scoff between pants, determined to make him work for his meal. And if you can’t out-muscle him, you can certainly outsmart him.

“Want you to fuck—ing get off— me.” You whisper the couple words low enough for him to mishear, whilst backing yourself up onto him.

“Fuck. Didn’t quite hear that. What did you want, love? For me to fuck you?” He chuckles with a grin spread from ear to ear, finally releasing your arms from his grasp.

The fool falls for the trap.

With this fleeting moment, you claw at the ground beneath you and try to wriggle and crawl away. You make it just far enough for his cock to slip out of you and for you to get back onto all fours. You shuffle away from him, unsure of how far you’re really getting now that you’re a little befuddled from the scent of his arousal wafting up your nose.

Neteyams chuckle only grows louder, amused and impressed at your perseverance and determination. So little and weak, yet so mighty and strong. But the chuckle fades and his grin drops when you actually make it a few feet away from him. Now he’s pissed. Tired of this little game you won’t quit playing.

“Quit it, y/n.” He scowls, easily catching up to you. “Or I’m gonna fuck you ‘til you break.”

“Haah.” Your pant sounds more like a scoff, “I’d like to see you try, oh-mighty-teyam.” You huff out as you crawl away in a haze.

“Try? You want me to break you?” Neteyam almost groans the words, reaching for your hips as he closes in on you. When you feel his hands on you and his fingertips sink into your hips you can just tell that it was over for you. His touch is rough and unpitying as he allows himself to use most of his strength on you now. He yanks you onto him effortlessly, your puffed up folds hugging his veiny girth.

“Force you open and leave my seed inside you?” Neteyam hisses the words through gritted teeth, voice gruff and laced with vexation. He snakes his arms around your waist to press into you even harder — his thickness spreading your swollen folds with ease as he forces his pelvis against yours. He lets out an animalistic growl into the shell of your ear as he hunches over you, rubbing his length between your pussylips. He’s trying hard to catch his breath, panting like a viper wolf above you. “Breed you?”

“F-Fuck.” The curse catches in your throat, as you’re unable to fight the way your body is submitting to him. You want nothing more than to spread and surrender your body to him entirely, like you're just a hole to be filled. To be bred.

“Yeah. That’s right.” He smirks to himself, shoving your chest to the ground — releasing you from his undying hold to keep your face flush to the grass. Neteyam straightens his spine and wraps your swishing tail around his forearm, tugging it upwards to expose your glistening cunt. “Eywa. Look at that.” He whispers to himself, quickly settling himself on the balls of his feet to mount you from behind. He’s expertly balancing and aligning the crown of his cock with your aching hole free handed, probing and poking at the tender flesh.

At this point, you feel like giving in to him.

“You take it. Take my cock inside you.” He groans the obscene words in a depraved voice, plunging his cock inside you in a quick thrust — swollen balls giving your clit an audible smack.

You begin to squirm from the sting of your clit and the pressure of his throbbing cockhead against your cervix. The stretch is delicious, leaving nothing but the whites of your eyes and your mouth drooling. For a moment he wonders if he’s being too rough with you, but the arousal dripping down your thighs tells him all he needs to know. Your need to be fucked senseless.

To be broken.

A sinful chuckle bubbles up his throat, just as his hips pull back just to snap back into you. Smack. The thrust leaves you winded, gasping for air when your lungs set ablaze. The bump of his cockhead grazes past your sweet spot when he yet again draws himself out of you, sinking back inside you with another smack. He grunts with this thrust, the warmth of your cunt swallowing every inch of him with greed.

Soon all that can be heard is sticky skin slapping against skin and the gurgle of your choked, shattered gasps. Neteyam’s completely and utterly dissolving into pleasure, using your cunt to satisfy his selfish desires and needs. Waves of white hot pleasure surge through you at every stroke, making your vision go dark. Your nerves are on fire and he’s outright losing every ounce of his composure.

“Nete. Nete-neteyam!” His name drips off your tongue as it darts out from rapture.

“Say it.” He huffs out with a hard thrust, “Tell me what you want.”

“Hngg—fuck. N-No.” You moan stubbornly, arching your back to push back against his thrusts.

Neteyam pulls out of you completely, leaving your hole gaping and pleading for more. You whine at the empty sensation, your legs trembling to keep your hips high in the air. He jerks your tail, both hands now plastered to your hips as he shoves himself back inside you. Your eyes water when his cock punches the air of you again.

“C’mon, yawne. Say it.”

You suck in a sharp breath, curling your fingers into your palms so hard your nails nearly pierce the surface.

“Fuck me. God—fuck me, teyam!”

“There you go.” He says with a satisfied grin, hunching over you and rutting into you at a remorseless pace. He can’t stop himself from pounding and pummeling into your fucked out cunt, grunting and groaning next to your ear. His movements are erratic and frantic, desperate to turn you into his breeding bitch. You feel your face heat up, and the coil in your core twist so tight it’s about to snap.

“‘m gonna cum in you.” He announces quickly — gruffly.

He’s not asking, he’s telling you.

“Wait—don’t cum in me!” You cry out, on the verge of unravelling yourself on him.

“Gonna fill this pussy with my seed.” He huffs, his thrusts getting deeper and shorter

“T-Teyam. My heat is close. D-Don’t!” The thought of him cumming inside you right now — the possibility of him actually breeding you is making this even hotter. Not only for you, but for him, too.

“Yeah? Fuck. Get you pregnant. Make you swell ‘til your round with my child.”

His canines sink into his bottom lip, his swollen knot probing your sore slit, begging for entry. So he grants it himself, pushing against your tightness and popping his knot inside you. It makes a squelch when it disappears into your cunt, and the filthy, pathetic cry that escapes your mouth is almost deafening. The pressure his bulge has on your gummy walls throws you into the height of your climax, sending you into a shuddering and sputtering fit.

“Take my knot—haah, such good girl. Ngh—shit.” He groans from the depths of his stomach, hips stammering as he floods your womb with his hot, sticky seed. With each throb of his cock comes another thick rope of his cum, pumping you so full until you feel a heaviness in your abdomen.

You both stay as still as possible, chests and shoulders rising and falling from breathing so heavily. “I love you, woman.” Neteyam huffs as he tries to conjure up some sort of escape plan now that he’s tied you to him for the next few hours.

You laugh weakly, nerves shot from the aftershocks that surge through you. “I love you, ma’ teyam. But I wasn’t joking about what I said.”

“What?” He asks breathily, half focused as he’s looks around to see that all of the other mated pairs have gone on their way, leaving you two completely alone.

“I-I might get pregnant from this.” You say sheepishly, trying to close your legs to stop his cum from dripping down your thighs.

His head drops when the words register in his boney skull, taking in the sight of his bioluminescent cum seeping out of your slit. He only now grasps the weight of his actions, of knotting you so close to your heat. “I-It’s okay, my love. We will figure it out. But first, I need to get us back to our tent.” He tries to reassure you through a shaky breath, raising his head yet again to scope out the quickest way home.

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dazai-ritualist · 20 days

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Omg ! I didn't think you'd actually respond !! We're gonna fly away from here is easily one of the best ones in the series!! It's so Twisted and disturbing but almost domestic... (Also tysm for including my name idea in your story, Idk where it came from, I just liked it and I appreciate you!) I digress. I've returned with a concept. Al almost always has a plan when he does something. I don't know where you want to go with the second child but this won't be too focused on that one...for now. I really liked how you interpreted Alastor being a weasel and weaseling his way back into the families life and was thinking about how many I wonder about if he has a plan right now, like not a long term one, obviously, but a very specific one for a 'short term'. Women back then, especially in the south weren't allowed to have bank accounts so finicial trapping works well in this case. Also just kinda the ability to turn their kids against her would be enough to terify me. People talk about the 1950's housewife, but oh my god, 1920's housewives were a new kind of depressed. I, personally, don't think Alastor is the type of physically abuse women. No, he's far too classy for that. Instead, like I said, I think he'd either use his status in their house to trap his wife. We were able to run away while we were pregnant and alone, but we have a child now...and would we be willing to leave our child with him? No, I don't think I would, personally. This was just me rambling. K, love u, currently hyperfixated on this au. Byeee !!!! _ Cherry Anon!

DON’T REALLY WANT NO TRUST FUND BABY

[before reading this, read the rest of the story!]

— seems as if alastor found out your little secret

— UR TOO SWEET I SC THIS ON MY IG STORY AND YAPPED TO MY BOY BSF FOR AN HOUR AB IT IM BLUSHING SO HARDDDD!! ABUSE WAS LIT MY LAST SOCIAL STUDIES LESSON FOR THE SCHOOL YEAR MY TCH YAPPED AB FINANCE SO HARD 🤭🤭

being married to alastor, the radio show host is quite the sensation in your town. but, behind the closed curtains, alastor did things that would’ve made lucifer shake in his boots.

no, he didn’t hit you. his mother would kill him if he hit his wife. but, just because alastor never hit you, didn’t mean he didn’t abuse you.

he tormented you in the worst way possible, through noah. and now, emilia.

it’s been 3 years. your little emilia lives up to her name, a cute little girl who’s eager to win. and, little noah is now a big boy, double digits and all.

and, since you’ve returned back to his house, alastor has done nothing but twist your babies’ minds. ‘once upon a time, mama wanted to run away from daddy… so, she ran away and took big brother with her. daddy was sooo worried for mama and big brother though… daddy was able to track mama down, and took her home!’ he cooed to your daughter, bouncing her in his arms— with you right beside him!

you wanted to yell; scream. of course, emilia was too young to understand what alastor was saying. but, still— the fact that he was trying to tell your children that he was some sort of white knight who saved you from yourself. you wanted nothing less, but to snap that neck of his like a twig.

you really shouldn’t act so brashly though. to outsmart alastor, you have to think like him. think of what’s smarter in long run.

alastor was ‘kind’ enough to give you an allowance. $200 every week for groceries and whatever you may need. he’s even so kind as to let you have some ‘private bonding’ with noah and emilia as they accompany you to the farmer’s market.

thankfully, you had a father who wanted to make his little girl survived even without a husband. and so, you had to hear all of his ramblings about finance. saving about 45% each week for 3 years… was about $14,000!

if you saved just a little more, you’d be semi-financially independent until you can get a proper job to take care of your children. it was run-away money, so to speak.

you hid the money in noah’s room. after all, who would expect money there? especially $14,000? and, it worked, for a while. every monday, while you tucked him into bed, you brought the money with you and hid it behind his dresser.

until, what had seemed like a normal tuesday. you came home from the tailor’s, getting back a dress that noah accidentally tore. when you came home, it was only two hours after noon. and despite that, alastor was home.

“a-alastor..! what are you doing home so early? you have a broadcast in 2 hours…” you narrowed your eyes at alastor, on the floor with your children, many new toys surrounding them. “ah, darling! i decided to pick up our children early, and we may have splurged on our little shopping spree…” he smugly grinned. “oh..? where’d you get the money?” you raised your eyebrow, closing the door and laying your bearings on the dining table.

“funniest story ever, my love! there was a random stash of money in noah’s room! seems as if the tooth fairy came early!” he laughed. random stash of money in noah’s room..? “oh. i see.” your breath stopped for a minute, thinking of what kind of consequences could come from it.

“do you have any idea how that money landed there?” he side-eyed you, expecting a lie. “perhaps it was from the old owners? you know this house, there’s so many secrets in here.” you said. “i see… i suppose you are right, darling!” he giggled.

you were back on square one. financially dependent on your husband, if you could even call him ‘husband’. as you climbed up the stairs, you heard alastor whisper to your son. “you see that? momma lied. she got less talkative when papa asked her a question.”

this is what alastor’s been teaching your son. as much as you want to protest, you did lie.

oh, how much you wished for much more simpler times. playing with your baby boy in the kitchen as you make little treats together for his snack at school. and now, the boy alastor’s turning him into— a cunning sociopath, the lord only knows what he will teach your daughter.

this is just a minor setback, it has to be.

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hearts4youz · 7 months

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"The Captains Daughter" Chapter Two

comment if u want to be added to my tag list <3 @abbiesxox A/N: Thank you all sooooo much for reading chapter one, it means a lot!! Heres chapter two. From here on out you can expect like 1-2 chapters of this to come out per week!! i'm so excited to share the rest of this story that has been marinating in my braincells for so long lmao.

Word count: 1.5k

Reader pov: You marched into the training facilities for your first session with the masked Lieutenant. You donned a hoodie and leggings, the training rooms were chilly. You walked into the changing rooms to lock up your bag, although it was highly unlikely someone would steal it, this was a military base after all. Fastening the lock around the small cubby, you took off your hoodie and threw it inside as well. Leaving you in a thin cropped t-shirt. You left the locker room and took in the smell of the training area, it was the size of a warehouse and smelled like your high school gymnasium. There were multiple different areas of the facility. A gym, featuring endless sets of weights, squat racks, benches, etc. There was an enclosed area for weapons practice, boasting many different kinds of guns, knives, and any other device used for bodily harm. The base also boasts, an impressive, multi story agility course with different obstacles at each level. Last but not least, there is a recovery room, mostly used for warmups and cooldowns.

After you took it all in, you spotted Ghost doing squats with a great deal of weight on the bar. He sported a skull print balaclava instead of the mask he wore at yesterday's meeting. He also had on tapered black sweatpants, a fitted t-shirt which hugged his muscles in a very flattering way, and tennis shoes. You walked toward him, stopping short and standing by the weight rack so you didn't interrupt his workout.

You watched as he did rep after rep of squats, face contorting more with each one, you could see his face more now with the absence of eye black he wore yesterday. Sweat dripped off his brow, his eyes squeezed shut as he finished the last rep, the bar made a clattering sound as he rested it back on the hooks of the rack. Wiping his face with his sleeve he turned to you.

"Do you sleep with your eyes open," he says abruptly.

"What?"

"Your eyes, are they always like that or am I just that impressive," he says smugly

"No- I," You start.

"Save it, lets get started."

He starts walking at a fast pace to another area of the gym, you jog to catch up. Ghost leads you to three boxing style rings.

"lets start with a spar, consider this a pre-test, I wanna see what you are capable of," Ghost gets straight to business.

You gulped, you're not a bad fighter, but he has an unfair advantage. He's at least 6'2, not to mention you just watched him casually squat 600+ pounds for reps. The two of you stepped into the ring, you tried to not let your nervousness show on your face. You weren't going to be able to overpower him, you were going to have to outsmart him, or be faster than him. Lucky for you, you used to be a competitive runner in high school, placing well in state championships for Cross Country and Track yearly. You also practiced Yoga, agility will be your friend in this matchup.

"Ready?" Ghost said.

"Yes, Simon," you taunted.

hopefully your mention of his name caught him off guard, you ran at him, faking a punch and slipping between his legs, popping up behind him. Your surprise worked, his delayed reaction gave you enough time for you to kick the sensitive area behind his kneecaps. Ghost stumbled forward but caught himself, turning to face you. He threw a punch, you tried to deflect it but he was too strong. Quickly recovering you ran at him again, trying to juke him out by performing another fake move. He must have picked up on your style quick because he stuck his leg out to trip you before you could jet by him. Realizing you lost the upper hand, you tried to stand up before he could pin you. Instead, he grabbed you by the collar of your shirt and hauled you up from the ground.

"Round two," he said gruffly

The second time around was worse than the first. You didn't have the element of surprise. He took you down within seconds

"I've seen enough," dissatisfaction present in his eyes.

"I know I did poorly, but to be fair," you tried to justify yourself.

"Do you think fights are fair?" He chastised.

"Let me tell you that none of the men you face in the field will be as gentle as I. Your little trick? Do you think an enemy soldier would even give you time to talk?" He continued, voice becoming more of a yell.

"How did you even get here?" He questioned.

"I'm not a bad shot, for what I lack in strength I make up for in speed and agility too."

Ghost raised a brow

"You've got a lot to work on in terms of hand to hand combat, but lets test your aim," He said.

Feeling more confident for this next test, you followed him over to the shooting range. The two of you entered the room, paper targets on one end, soldiers practicing their aim on another. Ghost picks out a variety of firearms. He hands you a Pistol first.

"Go ahead," he gestures to the targets.

You nodded, drawing a deep breath in and exhaling as you lined yourself up with the target 50 yards away. Inhaling again and holding it this time, you brought the gun up in front of your face, extending your arms and firing 3 shots rapidly. Two hit the center circle, one skimmed the edge between the center and the ring next to it.

You turned back to face Ghost, he only handed you the second weapon, a rifle. You repeated the same process before, this time letting the gun rest in the crook of your neck and holding it against your cheek as you fired three more shots in quick succession. All three hit the center this time.

Ghost handed you an SMG when you turned around. Holding the new gun in the same way as the rifle, one pull of the trigger fired multiple bullets, these were less accurate but still impressive. Clicking the safety on the gun, you handed it back to Ghost, he put away the weapons without a word.

"That's all for today, you are excused Sergeant," he says bluntly.

"Thank you for training me sir," You said, Mock politeness dripping from your tone.

"By the way, don't call me Simon. It's Ghost, or Lieutenant." Ghost grunted and turned to go, leaving you alone in the range. You stood for a moment, replaying the last 45 minutes in your mind. You had hoped to impress him with your marksman skills, but he seemed unimpressed. You needed to decompress, a run would relax you perhaps? You walked towards the locker rooms to change into warmer attire, the weather was cold in late November.

Ghost's pov:

The first day training the Sergeant, Y/N wasn't a total bust. I recalled the events of our session as I changed. She was a decent rifle shot, a terrible fighter though. Her use of my name was alarming, a clever move though. Soap probably told her, they talked through the meeting yesterday. Can't blame em' though, Price sure does love the sound of his own voice.

As I was about to leave the changing rooms, I spotted Y/N leaving the building, it was awfully cold outside to be going out. She had earbuds in, so it wasn't hard to follow her out the door. She lingered in front of the door for a moment, I stayed inside the vestibule leading to the outdoors. She took a breath and started jogging, turning the corner and leaving my sight.

I didn't know she was a runner, she mentioned she was fast after our spar though. Training after hours is quite admirable actually. Maybe she won't be such a letdown for the team after all.

I shuddered at the thought, Remember what happened last time you overestimated a newbies skills. I told myself. I will never let that happen to someone under my command again. Wincing at the memory, I tried to push the thoughts aside, but it comes flooding back to me

"It wasn't your fault Simon," Price

"There was nothing we could do," A doctor

"I'm sorry," Another doctor

Two lives

Gone because I authorized them for the mission

I thought they were ready

I didn't train them hard enough

I treated the two of them as friends, as brothers. I grew attached too quickly. I wasn't as close with them as I am the rest of the squad, fuck I barely knew them.

One week

One week they were here, their first mission they were so giddy, so eager to prove themselves, two boys about to become men. I remember the feeling when I was in their position.

Next, they were gone.

Never again will I let that happen to someone.

Never will I let that happen to Y/N.

For now, I'll pretend I don't care.

She can hate me all she wants, she can think I don't give a shit about her. Better that than her trusting me and me letting her down. For now, I won't care about her. Until she can prove herself worthy, I won't treat her as a friend.

Because I don't want to see a friend come back in a body bag.

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deliciousangelfestival · 3 months

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Tears In His Ferrari || Chp 7

Character: Bucky Barnes x Farmer!Reader

Summary: Bucky Barnes, used to a life of luxury, takes on farm challenges in a bet with his father. Mud-stained Ferraris and a rustic farmhouse lead to unexpected personal growth, guided by the stern mentorship of Y/N, a farmer making his city-boy life difficult.

Theme: Fluff, Slice of Life, Heart-Warming.

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

Chapters: Chp 1, Chp 2, Chp 3 , Chp 4 , Chp 5 , Chp 6 , Chp 7 , Chp 8 , Chp 9 ,-

As harvesting season arrived, the farm became a bustling hive of activity. Y/N took it upon herself to teach Bucky how to harvest various crops—barley, potatoes, and corn. Bucky, unfamiliar with the manual labor involved, struggled under Y/N's watchful eye.

Y/N, with her deep understanding of farming, didn't hold back. She pushed Bucky to his limits, demonstrating the relentless nature of the work.

Bucky swung the sickle in an awkward arc, nearly tripping over a clump of harvested barley. Y/N, standing nearby, couldn't hold back a chuckle. "Easy there, Bucky. The crops are the enemies, not your feet."

Bucky shot her a mock glare. "Well, someone needs to tell these crops that I'm in charge now."

Y/N smirked, "I think the crops are winning this battle." She gestured towards a particularly rebellious potato that had rolled away from Bucky. "That one looks like it's staging a great escape."

Bucky lunged after the rogue potato, and in his pursuit, he accidentally knocked over a pile of harvested corn. Y/N raised an eyebrow, "Careful, Bucky. We're not going for crop domination here."

Bucky huffed, "Who knew vegetables could be so cunning?"

Y/N teased, "You've never been outsmarted by a carrot before?"

Now attempting to corral the runaway potato, Bucky grinned, "Not until today, apparently."

Together, they loaded the truck with the harvested crops, and Y/N took Bucky to the factory to sell his produce.

Bucky, gazing at the neatly packed crates, felt a mix of accomplishment and sadness. "I can't believe I did this," he muttered, pride evident in his voice.

Y/N, steering the truck, acknowledged, "You've come a long way. But remember, this is just the beginning."

Arriving at the factory, Bucky's excitement was tempered by the impending debt repayment. "It's hard seeing the money go as quickly as it comes," he confessed.

Y/N, empathizing with his concerns, added, "Farm life is a constant juggle. It's not just about growing crops; it's managing the business too."

Seeing the exhaustion on Bucky's face, Y/N decided it was time for a break. Wanting to lift his spirits, she proposed, "How about we take a break from farming? I'll teach you how to ride Alpine. It's a good skill for handling the cows and sheep."

Bucky, eager for a change of pace, agreed. "Sure, I've ridden horses before, but handling other animals seems like a different ball game."

Y/N smirked, "Well, let's make it interesting. How about a little race? You and me."

Bucky's eyes lit up with excitement. "Now, that's something I can get behind. You're on!"

Then both of them heard a female voice "Bucky."

Both of them turn around. Bucky shock seeing his crush Kate is standing behind the gate.

Kate, the supermodel, stood at the gate, casting an unexpected shadow on the carefree atmosphere of the race. Bucky's initial thrill turned into visible tension as he hastily fixed his hair and adjusted his clothes.

Y/N, sensing the shift in mood, couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at Bucky's sudden self-consciousness.

Feeling a surge of discomfort, Y/N excused herself, leaving Bucky to face Kate on his own. As she walked away, she couldn't shake the inexplicable irritation bubbling within her.

Kate's charming smile, as she approached Bucky, masked the intricate calculations whirring in her mind. She had been privy to Bucky's infatuation with her before he vanished from the social scene.

Recognizing the potential benefits of a connection with the heir to one of the largest companies in the US, Kate played the game, letting him believe she was unattainable.

However, her carefully laid plans crumbled when Bucky disappeared without a trace. Undeterred, Kate used her resources and connections to track him down, eventually learning about his new life through his friend Steve.

Adjusting her strategy, she decided to cast aside the hard-to-get persona and adopt the role of a supportive friend.

Behind her friendly demeanor and supportive gestures, Kate's mind worked strategically. She aimed not only to rekindle a connection with Bucky but also to seamlessly transition into the role of his girlfriend.

Her calculated moves were a testament to her determination to secure a position in Bucky's life, now that he had resurfaced.

Bucky, taken aback by Kate's unexpected appearance, tried to compose himself. "Oh, hey, Kate. It's been a while, huh?"

Kate, wearing an expression of concern, responded, "Yeah, I was getting a bit worried. You vanished from the scene, and no one knew where you went. Are you okay?"

Bucky, feeling a bit flustered, scratched the back of his head, "Yeah, I'm good. Just needed a break, you know?"

Kate's eyes widened with faux surprise, "A break? I thought something serious happened. Steve made it sound like you went off the grid or something."

Bucky chuckled nervously, "Well, I guess I did, but it's been refreshing. Found a new way of life."

As Kate admired the farm's vast fields and rustic charm, Bucky tried to conceal the fact that this wasn't exactly what Kate had envisioned.

Nevertheless, he maintained a friendly demeanor, "It's a simple life, but it's peaceful. I find it relaxing."

Kate, looking around, hesitated before offering a diplomatic compliment, "Oh, yes, it's... quaint. I can see the appeal of a different pace."

Feeling proud of his newfound lifestyle, Bucky suggested, "Wanna ride Alpine and check out the animals?"

Kate agreed, trying to mask her reluctance. However, her expensive skirt wasn't the most practical choice for a farm adventure. When she realized the potential damage, regret flickered across her face.

Kate gracefully mounted Alpine, trying to maintain her composed demeanor. However, the unfamiliar scent surrounding Bucky caught her off guard.

His essence, now marked by the unmistakable fragrance of sweat and farm work, starkly contrasted to the polished and perfumed Bucky she had known.

As they rode through the fields, Kate discreetly held her breath, attempting to mask her discomfort. The rural aroma infiltrated her senses, making her regret joining Bucky on this rustic adventure.

She couldn't help but long for the lavish events and pristine environments where she and Bucky had previously crossed paths.

Suppressing her unease, Kate smiled and engaged in small talk with Bucky. Deep down, she calculated each word and gesture, determined to leave a lasting impression on the heir to the Barnes empire. Her plan to become the next Mrs. Barnes depended on it.

Amidst the forced smiles, Kate's mind raced. 'This wasn't what I signed up for. I envisioned a glamorous romance, not riding through dirt and sweat. But he's the Barnes heir, and I need to adapt.'

Arriving at Bucky's house, Kate's expectations collide with reality. The modest farmhouse stood as a testament to the simplicity of farm life. She couldn't help but wonder why Bucky, supposedly owning half the land, lived in such humble quarters.

If Bucky turned his head, he might have noticed the subtle surprise on Kate's face, mirroring his initial reaction to the farm.

Bucky, unaware of Kate's inner thoughts, proudly led her towards the house. "Here we are. Welcome to my little haven."

Kate, trying to maintain her composure, forced a smile. "It's... quaint."

Bucky, catching a glimpse of her expression, hesitated for a moment but quickly brushed it off. "Yeah, it's not the Ritz-Carlton, but it has its charm."

As they entered the house, Kate continued to assess her surroundings, her city-girl expectations clashing with the rural reality. Still excited to show her around, Bucky remained oblivious to Kate's growing disappointment.

Y/N, engrossed in her tasks, huffed as she distributed hay to her horse. Toby, stopping by with honey from his grandparents, handed it to Y/N, who promptly thanked him and handed over the payment.

Toby, curious, mentioned seeing Bucky with a famous model named Kate Hasting. Y/N, unfamiliar with Kate due to her lack of social media presence, tilted her head in confusion. Toby, enthusiastic, informed her about Kate's status as an 'It girl.'

Y/N, intrigued, stopped her work and focused on Toby. "Hasting?" she queried, contemplating the revelation.

Toby nodded, "Yeah, that's the one."

"Hmm, interesting," Y/N murmured, her curiosity piqued.

Noticing Y/N's interest, Toby continued, "Yeah, she's a big deal on social media right now."

Y/N, still puzzled, questioned, "Why is she looking for Bucky?"

Toby shrugged, "No idea. Maybe she likes him or something."

Y/N, maintaining her nonchalant demeanor, Y/N responded, "Well, that's his business, not mine."

Toby chuckled, "True, but it's kinda exciting, don't you think? The city coming to our little farm."

Y/N smirked, "Exciting or not, I've got work to do. Thanks for the honey, Toby."

Toby waved as he left, leaving Y/N to ponder the unexpected arrival of a city celebrity to their rural haven.

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Break Free - Bucky Barnes x f!Reader / Part 3

Summary: You were an infiltrated nurse working for HYDRA and takes care of Bucky Barnes, who's still triggered and being used as The Winter Soldier.

Part Two

Warnings: blood, violence, fluff

Word count: 2.4k

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You felt every little hair on your body chill, and your spine stiffened by the look Bucky gave you. He didn't remember you this time. He didn't know it was you. He only knew you were his mission.

He walked towards you while holding a knife in one hand and used his metal arm to grab your neck, making you gasp for air. His grip was tight, and he never left his gaze, his blue eyes were darkened, his frown showing pure hatred.

Alexander Pierce was standing by the cell, watching you almost fall apart in front of him, because that's what he wanted.

Barnes pointed the knife on your stomach, and you flinched, trying to find strength to make him recognize you. You tried to hold his arms, but he's too strong and shakes you off of him.

"Bucky, it's me. It's (Y/N). Please, don't do that", you beg. Your voice is wavering as you try too hard to keep yourself alive. You feel the tip of the knife piercing slowly through your skin and you groan.

"I am not Bucky", he said. His voice as cold as his metal arm touch. He still looked at you like he wanted to make you his trophy.

"Tell me, (Y/N). Why did you think that, for a second, you'd outsmart me?", Pierce asked. He walked towards both of you, standing behind Bucky. "You think you can come to my place, fool on my people and leave without paying for that?".

The Winter Soldier still had your neck around his metal hand, while slowly pushing the knife on you. You felt your skin burning.

"What makes you think we're that stupid, you bitch?", Alexander came closer to you, and you tried to hold his gaze. At the same time, you looked at Barnes again, with pleading eyes.

"Please. Just don't", you tried holding your tears that started streaming down your cheeks, your body was stiffened and you were sweating from all the stress.

For a slight second, James noticed his eyes flicker, and he felt a stomp in his brain. He let go of your neck, holding your arm closer to him, taking you out of the cell.

"She's my mission, I'm going to finish it", he said, simply. He walked on your side outside your cell, and Pierce asked him where he was taking you. "I'll take it from here."

You weren't sure it was safe out there with him, especially when he's been triggered for less than an hour, and he always acted dangerous by then. You were walking in a hallway you never learned about and felt his grip loosen when a man stood a few steps away from you two.

You've seen him there before. Once, at least. He said he was German, and he wanted to work for HYDRA, but by the time they turned him down. He had this different way of looking at Bucky, and you straightened your sight.

"Hello, James", he said. "You might remember me, I'm Helmut Zemo". Oh, so that's the one. He was holding a .40 in his hand. Zemo didn't make a move, you felt Barnes breathing on your neck and realized this wouldn't be a conversation.

The soldier fired without a warning, but the other guy had learned how to dodge and had good reflexes and started shooting against him as well. Nothing would be more terrifying than standing there in the middle of a shooting, while Bucky tried to protect you.

"She's not your mission anymore, Barnes. She's worth a lot of money now, millions of dollars, I might say". Helmut sounded like you were some kind of gambling game he was about to win, and then the feeling of regret hit you in the pit of your stomach.

You didn't want all of this to be happening, but if you were to guess, you kinda could see that coming. Zemo aimed the artifact straight to your face, in an attempt to shoot you dead instead of making you suffer, but James made his metal arm an armor and the bullet ricocheted.

Bucky made you run with him, your body completely glued to his while he was looking for a way out. You still had no idea what he wanted to do with you at that point, but he saved you anyway.

While he was trying to find a way of getting out, going unnoticed, Zemo made his presence more than surprising and choked Bucky from behind. You let go of him for a second and stumbled on a pile of boxes, making a lot of folders hit the floor, papers spreading all over.

There were countless notes about super soldiers and people who were given the serum. There were pictures of them, reports and applications. Maybe there was something about him there, but you didn't have time to look for it.

Maybe you should, but that would slow you down. "Fuck it", you thought. You crouched on the floor, picking up all the papers you could, flipping through them. You spent several minutes looking for it, both of them still fighting hand to hand, leaving bruises on each other.

The sound of a shot makes you feel goosebumps in your body, and you look up, watching Barnes lean on a table, holding his flesh arm. Helmut was dead-staring at him, holding his gun while aiming for his head.

As soon as you get up, you get his attention, trying to confront him. "You want to play a hero only to get money, I thought you were smarter than that".

He looked at you, letting out a sarcastic laugh. His facial expression changed to amusement, while he was walking towards you to get closer. Zemo made it to you, and his expression changed once again.

"And you should know a woman doesn't get to be as important for the system as you think", he replied, slowly. He let out a scoff, turning around, looking at Bucky.

The soldier started to get on his feet, but Helmut stopped him, pointing the gun at him again.

"No, I'll be back to you in a second. No, I want you-", he said, now pointing at you. "To know no bitch screws around like that with my people".

His people? You thought he wanted to work there. You thought he was trying to get something from them, sure, but to understand he was already one of them made you tremble.

"And you know why you were his mission? Because that's what you deserve. You are playing a smart-ass princess who helps the others, but you're just another scumbag here". His words were thrown out like shrapnel, and they hit you hard.

You obviously didn't expect to be treated nicely there, considering the kind of company you were working for. But you had no idea you'd be one to be with a gun pointed at you.

Barnes was silent until he realized Zemo's words affected you in a way that made the soldier strike his knife on the man's back. You heard a low groan and watched as he searched for an object in his pocket and landed it on the floor.

You only had time to feel your heart thumping in your ears before you could run only a few feet away and the small device blew up the room. Helmut was lying on the ground, the knife still placed on his back. You were on your back on the floor, the entire room filled with fog and wreckage all over.

Your body hurt and it weighed you down, your legs were weak from all the stress and fright you've been through. Panting, you stood up and started looking for Bucky across the room, there were piles of ripped papers all over, the furniture was in a million pieces and Zemo was probably dead, at least you hoped.

You found Barnes unconscious again, he was bleeding through his arm and his face was injured from the fight and the blow up. It didn't take longer for him to wake up again, coughing from the dust.

"Hey, hey. It's me", you grabbed his face gently, and he looked at you concerned.

"What the hell are you still doing here? He could've killed you", he said. You weren't sure it was the Winter Soldier, but you could tell when Bucky was a little softer to you.

"So? You could've killed me too", you replied. He looked confused. You helped each other out of the building, sneaking through the vent he found. You were both miserable, and it took you ages to finally find an exit, but it happened.

You didn't want to think about it now, you didn't know exactly what to expect from him if he's not Bucky yet. You didn't know if it was safe to stay with him, but he wasn't trying to kill you, and he pulled you out of the living hell inside that company.

Pierce was still alive, though. And you thought maybe it would be a good chance to actually ask Steve to deal with him instead. You remembered of a place you were told about a few months back, one place out of the city no one would find, besides you and your coworkers.

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You found a gas station where you and Bucky cleaned up yourselves and took a bus to the place. You didn't have clothes with you, you probably didn't even have your phone, but it was probably for the best anyway.

As soon as you got there, the man responsible for the small houses recognized you as one of his private investigator friends and let you in. It was like a motel facility, but it was secure. You paid the man a few extra bucks and asked him to go get some clothes and shop at the drugstore, which he did with no complaint.

The facility worked as a refuge, and it was hard for any other person to find it unless you have the location. You and James walked over a mile until you find it. You were bruised, and had to stitch yourself up.

Barnes still hadn't said a word since you took the bus, and it wasn't like he was going to say anything. You didn't care to leave the bedroom as it could be a good chance for him to escape, so you stayed as close as you could.

And then again you were there to patch him up, give him painkillers and treat him like a loyal patient for the hundredth time. He still didn't interact even then. While you were removing the remaining of the bullet, he sat still in the bathroom toilet, eyes looking at nowhere specifically.

It hit you again to see the amount of scars in his body, the small bruises with dry blood. The way his body language works every time you touch him to take care of him explains a little why he never actually killed you.

"You should not be near me", Bucky said, still looking straight. You didn't care about what he actually thought. You didn't care he was a threat.

When you didn't respond to what he said, he grabbed your wrist with his metal hand and squeezed it a bit. You stared at him, surprised by his sudden movement. He still had that frown, he carried a little of gray in his blue eyes.

"Don't get closer", he whispered. You knew why he was doing that. You knew he was trying to protect you from himself. But like a magnet, you gripped his chin, forcing him to look at your eyes.

"Bucky. I know you're there", you breathed. He didn't change his expression, but you could see his eyes flickered for a slight second. "Please, I want to do it".

He didn't say anything else, letting your wrist loose so you could finish patching him up. The way he looked vulnerable made your legs waver and your heart started beating faster.

You couldn't help but look how built up he was, how well worked out he looked, his abs perfectly shaped, his arms with big biceps. He felt your gaze upon him and stormed out of the bathroom, leaving you in your trance.

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After taking your shower and getting something to eat, you were ready to get in bed. You were sharing a king-sized bed, and there weren't any other single ones in the building. Barnes was lying on his back, looking up at the ceiling like he was frozen.

You crawled until you reached his flesh arm, he felt an electricity there. He looked at your hand on his skin and then looked at you. He had the same confusing ones after he woke up from the trigger.

You settled closer to him, leaving traces of your fingers in his arms until you reached his scruffy beard. He was still looking at you, sort of amazed. His blood was burning inside him, and he wasn't sure it was a good idea to stay so close to you.

Deep in his mind, it felt the right thing to do. He cupped your cheek with the metal hand and bashed his lips into yours. It felt desperate, it felt warm, it felt messy, needy. When he felt your tongue caressing his, Bucky shivered under your gentle touch.

He groaned on your mouth, and it sent a shockwave through your whole body. You fixed the hair that was falling on his face and he sighed. Bucky didn't know he actually needed to kiss you this much until he felt it.

He doesn't remember being his old self, he doesn't remember he actually had a bit of your taste the other day. He knows, though, that the reason he wouldn't kill you, that the reason he never actually went after you to kill you, was because you were always there.

You were always the one who would clean him up, who would take care of his wounds, of his injuries, of his mess. You never actually complained about it, and you would always show how much you cared eventually.

Barnes gripped your waist with his metal arm in order to pull you closer, like you'd merge into him. He was desperate to feel your touch a little more than that, but at the same time he didn't want to feel like he was depending on it to feel sane.

When he broke the kiss, the soldier rested his forehead into yours, holding your hand with his. He opened his eyes to look at you, realizing something was different. It took him a moment, but he finally figured out what it was.

"Hey, it's me again", Bucky said. You felt your heart warm up and this time, you had no intention of stopping that kiss.

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Where Do We Go from Here? | Tommy Shelby x Reader

Request: yes by anonymous

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x reader

Summary: If Tommy Shelby thought he could win over (Y/N)'s heart after being the reason she got sent to prison just because he got her out early, he was dead wrong...or was he?

Warnings: language, smoking, allusions to past abuse, prison, violence (typical to series), season 3 spoilers

Word Count: 2589

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"When the police get in, do not resist. You go with them, you do not say anything!" Tommy's words boomed over the other chaos in the room. Everyone was screaming and scrambling as the sound of coppers' whistles could be heard outside.

(Y/N) sat frozen in her chair as she watched the pandemonium go on around her. She couldn't understand how it'd come to this. They were supposed to be celebrating. Celebrating outsmarting the Russians, celebrating the safe return of Charlie, celebrating the disgusting priest being dead. But the scene unfolding around her was the complete opposite.

"Miss (YL/N), you need to stand up," a copper's voice broke through her thoughts and finally made her look away from her lover, who was standing at the desk getting smacked by Arthur's wife, Linda. Good, she thought, he fucking deserves it. She looked up at the man in uniform and let out a sigh. There was no use in contesting it now. Without a word, she stood from the chair and allowed the man to pull her hands behind her back so that she could be walked out of the meeting room. She then was lined up facing the wall alongside the other members of the Shelby family that had met the same fate.

She stood there for what felt like hours before another copper grabbed hold of her hands and swung her around. He then began walking to the door of Arrow House. Before she was taken out, her eyes fell onto Tommy's. He was staring straight forward, and there seemed to be no life behind his crystal blue orbs. She didn't know if she wanted to scream at him, or beg him to make them not take her away, so she just stayed quiet. She held her gaze on him as she was dragged out of the house. Not once did he look in her direction. He just kept his eyes focused on the wall in front of him.

(Y/N) was loaded in the back of a truck along with John, Polly, Linda, Arthur, Michael, and Esme. No one said anything as the truck began driving away. Everything was black too, so no one had any idea of exactly where they were going. Of course, they knew that they were going to prison...Tommy had pretty much spelled that out to them. Now, all they could do was wait for the fate that had been essentially dealt out to them by the very person that they followed and trusted.

A little over an hour later, (Y/N) found herself behind the steel bars of a jail cell. The room was cold and dark, and although she hadn't been explicitly told how long she'd be in there, she already knew that it would be a while. Conspiracy to commit, and accessory to the murder of Father Hughes. Tommy's words had been replaying in her head since she was removed from the truck. She didn't know when she'd see the outside world again, or if she ever would.

"Get up, (Y/L/N), you're being released," the prison guard's voice broke through the silence that (Y/N) had become used to.

"I...I'm what?" she questioned with widened eyes as the man unlocked her cell and slid the door open.

"Your sentence is over. It's been exonerated. You're free to leave now," he spoke in short sentences as he waved the woman out, "let's go," it was obvious that he was impatient.

(Y/N) carefully stood from the metal slab that had been her bed for the past several months before she slowly walked over to the man waiting on the other side of the gate. "What about the others?" she asked as she followed him to wherever he was taking her.

"They're still serving their sentences," the man informed her, his eyes still focused ahead of him.

"But I'm..."

"You're being released on the request of Mr. Thomas Shelby, who has spoken to the judge of our high courts and created a deal with him," he cut her off, already knowing what she was going to ask, "now if you could please refrain from any further questioning and get changed so that we can release you," he instructed her, opening the door to a bright room that made (Y/N) squint as she walked into it.

Sitting on one of the benches was the same outfit that she was wearing the day she got brought into this terrible place, and for a moment, she wondered where they'd stored it after all of this time. She had to have been in there for at least five months, and now...just like that, she was able to go. All because of the doings of the very man who put her in there.

She returned to the guard waiting in the hallway after she changed from the bland uniform that all of the inmates had to wear. She glanced at him, and that was all he needed to start walking down the hall again. He then stopped in front of another door and unlocked it, opening it to some more brightness that made (Y/N) squint. Then she realized that it was a door to leave the prison. That the outside world was now opened up to her once more.

"Go on," the guard's impatient voice made her realize that she'd been standing there for a few moments without making a move. She nodded her head and walked through the door, flinching as it was closed rather loudly behind her. She was free. And now she didn't know what to do.

Then she saw him. He was standing a few feet away from the prison's door, leaning against his black car. He was dressed in black, his long coat foreboding and his peaked cap pulled down over his eyes. (Y/N) sighed as she walked closer to him. He surely was there for her. Why else would he be standing outside of the same prison she’d just been released from?

"Well if it isn't my knight in shining armor..." she trailed off, hoping that her words came out in the spiteful nature that she was intending them to, "the man who was both my imprisoner and my savior," she finished her snide remark as she stopped in front of him.

"Hi, (Y/N)," was all he said, but it was enough to make her blood boil.

"Oh fuck off, Tommy," she snapped at him.

"Can we not do this here?" he asked her, hoping that she'd calm herself down.

"Why not? You don't want everyone to hear about how much of a bastard you are?" she implored, her eyebrows raised.

Tommy sighed and shook his head, flicking his cigarette to the pavement before he walked to the driver's side of his car. "Get in the fucking car," he ordered her as he opened his door.

(Y/N) huffed and stood in her spot for a moment, contemplating if she wanted to fall back in line with his orders that quickly. Then she looked around. There was nothing else in sight except for the cement walls of the prison she'd just been released from. This meant that she had no other choice. Her eyes fell back onto Tommy, who was looking at her intently as he waited for her to do what he'd said. She held her stance for a few more moments before she begrudgingly walked to the passenger's side door and opened it. Tommy said nothing as she slammed it, and that was his cue to turn the car on and drive away from the prison.

"Stop the fucking car, Tommy," (Y/N) tried again. It had to have been the third time she'd said the sentence. But he wasn't listening. "Where're you taking me?" she asked him, looking in his direction with a glare on her face.

"To my house. I'm not letting you get out in the middle of fucking nowhere," he answered her, keeping his eyes fixed on the road.

(Y/N) let out an exasperated sigh when she heard what he said. "Of course...of course you're taking me to your house because you'll be in control there. And you always want to be in fucking control," she threw her hands up in an exasperated manner as she spoke, shaking her head and turning her gaze out the window as the drive continued in silence.

Soon enough, they were back at Arrow House. Tommy killed the engine and opened his door, glancing over at (Y/N) to see that she hadn't moved. Instead of forcing her, he simply shut his door and began walking to the front door of the mansion. (Y/N) watched him walk away before she sighed and finally opened her door. Tommy's stride was slow, so she caught up with him rather quickly.

"I'm not going inside your house," she told him, moving to stand in front of him so that he wouldn't be able to walk any further. "So whatever you have to say to me, you're going to say it out here," she put her foot down and spelled out how things would proceed to him.

Tommy sighed and looked down to the ground. "I don't know why you're mad at me," he said in a low voice, but (Y/N) heard his words well, and in hearing them, a switch flipped in her head.

She might have been angry before, but now she was furious. "You don't know why I'm mad at you?!" she asked incredulously as her eyes widened. "Tommy, what the actual fuck? Have you got nothing in your head any more?!" she continued on her rant that was fueled by disbelief. "Have you forgotten that you got me arrested? That you're the very reason why I was stuck in that prison for over five months?!"

"I just got you out though...got you off your sentence early," he pointed out, as if that was supposed to right all of the wrongs.

"You still put me in there, Tommy!" she exclaimed, "you put me in there after you knew exactly why I went along with Michael. You knew all about my brother and his history with the church. You knew about the terrible things that he went through. I didn't fire the gun...Michael did that, but I wanted to be there to see that that bastard of a man got what he deserved. And you let me do all of this. You said it was ok for me to go with him, that it was ok that I was around those things..." she trailed off, shaking her head as she dropped her gaze to the ground, hoping that he wouldn't see the tears that had fallen from her eyes. "I thought that you cared for me, Tommy. I thought that you cared for me like I cared for you. Who else was there for you after your wife died, huh? Who stayed up with you all those nights to try and ease the pain that you felt from suddenly ending up alone? Who fucking slept in your bed with you and promised you that things would get better?" she paused again, fire now back in her eyes as she spit her words out through her tears, "it was me. I did that. I was always there for you, and this is how you repaid me. I guess I'll just always be some fucking secretary to the company," she shook her head as she ended her lament, wondering just what he would say in response to it.

"What do you want me to say, (Y/N), huh? I fucking said that these people were crazy. I gave you a fucking way out; told you that you didn't need to be affiliated with us anymore," he started off with his rebuttal.

"Still only just a fucking secretary," she shook her head with a pitiful laugh, honestly not surprised that he didn't even comment on the relationship that they shared together. The relationship that had gone on for two months before it was abruptly stopped by the coppers coming into the meeting room that day five months ago.

"Well what the fuck do you want me to do?! Tell you that I love you?!" Tommy raised his voice and his eyebrows, his words coming out in an exasperated manner.

"That would have been fucking nice," (Y/N) huffed, crossing her arms over her chest as she shook her head.

"I love you," he told her outright then, and if it weren't for the current circumstances, she probably would have swooned and jumped into his arms. But it was too late for that. There was no way that he could reverse the things that he'd done...undo the wrongs that he'd committed.

"It's pathetic, Tommy, really. It's pathetic that you think that all you have to do is say those three little words and I'll fall back at your feet once more. That I'll tell you that I love you too, and it'll make everything right again. That's not going to happen. I'm not going to give in to your sweet talking anymore. If I've learned anything in my time away from all of this, it's that..." she couldn't finish her sentence because Tommy had leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, hard. Their teeth clashed as he tried with all of his might in this last ditch effort to get her back on his side.

(Y/N)'s wide eyes met his as they pulled away. She didn't know what to say at first because she was completely stunned by his sudden actions. She searched his eyes as her mouth gaped slightly, her lips still able to feel the residual touch of his. "Don't do that," she spoke firmly then, her tone immediately telling him that he'd fucked up once again. "I...I gotta leave, Tommy. I can't be here anymore," she stated, her eyes dropping from his as she shook her head and stepped away from him.

"You're not walking anywhere," he called out to her as she kept walking down the gravel driveway.

"Then call me a fucking driver. I refuse to sit in a car with you, or be anywhere near you from here on out!" she yelled back to him, the tone of her voice telling him that her words were not up for discussion.

Tommy dropped his head in defeat. He knew that he couldn't contest her decision, and that her mind was already made up. She wanted nothing to do with him anymore. So he stepped inside and asked Frances to get a driver to the house so that (Y/N) could be taken home. Frances was slightly shocked by his request, most likely because the older woman was the only one who knew about the relationship that he and (Y/N) shared, but she went forward with filling it anyway.

(Y/N) waited down by the brick pillars that stood proudly at the entrance of the driveway for the car that would come to take her home. She couldn't stop the tears from falling down her cheeks as she left behind something that, at one point, she thought was so good. But she knew she had to. She knew that there was no going back to him after what he did to both her and his own family. Now she just needed to figure out where to go from here.

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Hi! I noticed that your request is still open, so I would like to ask how the union + eunjang boys react with reader, who was a well-known gang leader in middle school before disappearing for no apparent reason, I'm assuming that they learned of it because reader's former members approached them and perhaps tried to persuade them to return as their leader. The problem is that she retired so she could concentrate on her studies.

i’m sorry this took so long TT thank you for being so patient <3

when you’re a retired leader ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

you were ranked first in your class until gray yeon.

you hated him at first, and the fact that he blatantly ignored you and your efforts to outsmart him left you fuming. you weren’t used to losing, let alone being second, so it took some getting used to.

you even followed gray to cram school one night, which really startled him, because he didn’t hear you behind him until you tapped his shoulder. that raised some red flags in his head, and it didn’t take long for gray to figure out who you really were.

he didn’t confront you. hell, he even helped you study. part of him wanted to just ignore your past as a gang leader, given how closed off you were about it, but that didn’t go as planned when one day you caught an article about you on his phone.

“what is that?” you asked uncomfortable before reaching over to snatch the device off his desk. gray figured there was no point in making excuses, so he shrugged.

“can’t blame me for doing some research on my friends, can you?”

ben park

there wasn’t much to say about you. you appeared out of thin air in high school, claiming to be a transfer student, but never telling where you transferred from.

ben was pretty welcoming when no one else was, and that’s why you got along. eugene knew who you were, but you made him swear not to tell anyone (you still had some dangerous connections, but you didn’t want to threaten anyone).

you and eugene managed to keep your past a secret for quite a while, and you nearly convinced yourself that you were in the clear. until one day…

“y/n?”

you’d been at a karaoke bar with ben and gerard, but recognized the voice instantly. you were admittedly a bit small for your age, but that hadn’t stopped you from bringing your school to the top. ben and gerard placed themselves between you and the previous members of your gang, ready to protect you if necessary. your members ignored this, too shocked to see you before them to react.

“you… we thought you died!” “why did you leave the gang?”

there it was.

“gang?” ben asked, and you faced your feet. when you had the courage to look up at him, you knew he recognized you. it was all over.

alex go

you were just some stranger alex ran into at the abandoned building. he was trying to find rooftop 2.0, not you: a figure clad in black kicking a pebble in the rubble. you didn’t seem very intimidating, so alex didn’t want to risk a fight and settled with a wave. “hi.”

“hi..?” you said back, pulling your hoodie off. that was how you picked eunjang as your new school, and you tried your very best to keep your past under wraps.

your hair had grown out since your notorious prime in the gang, and you’d decided to dye it right after running. you wanted to be normal. go to school, make friends, and have careless fun without looking over your shoulder 24/7. alex was good at turning your dreams into reality.

“y/n! you seem like someone who’s good at art. wanna go graffiti some abandoned buildings with me after school?” alex asked you one morning, and you decided to join. you didn’t realize that the “abandoned building” he mentioned was your old base, nor that the members of your gang still visited.

alex instantly prepared for a fight when he spotted the three guys, but their eyes were focused on you. “y/n?”

“you know these guys?!” alex shouted, but you ignored him. “i’m out, guys. we’ll leave. i don’t want any trouble.”

needless to say, alex didn’t ask you to hang out after the unusual reunion.

donald na

donald had his suspicions about you the second you stumbled across the union’s radar. he found it odd how the previous leader of a rival school disappeared, and then poof! there you were. he didn’t pry about your past but kept tabs on you in private.

you stayed quiet, making it known that focusing on your studies was your only interest. you initially wanted no part in the union, wanting to start over fresh and normally, but you’d happened to befriend kingsley kwan, and that was how donald found you.

an informant of his approached one day with photos of your social media, all deleted now, but nothing on the internet ever really goes away. it was proof that you weren’t who you claimed to be, and donald couldn’t help but grin at the opportunity to expose you.

“y/n,” donald sighed your name, and you froze. it was just the two of you in a room, and something in your gut told you to run. “what did you hope to achieve here, hm? infiltrate the union?”

“it wasn’t like that,” your voice came out more pleading, more pathetic than you’d hoped it would. “i wanted to start over.”

“and you couldn’t do that anywhere else? tell me, y/n, if you were in my position right now, would you believe yourself?” no, you wanted to admit. you never thought yourself weak, but donald unsettled you. he was unpredictable, unhinged.

“i’ll leave. i’ll never show my face again, just please don’t return me to them. if you do, they’ll… they’ll kill me.”

“when i’m done with you, you’ll wish you were dead.”

jake ji

eunchan liked you, which automatically made you part of jake’s group.

jake didn’t really acknowledge you at first, since he didn’t know anything about you. he tried asking you about your past once, and you instantly tensed up and blew it off, claiming you were from out of town. he didn’t believe that for a second but didn’t want to cause tension because you were eunchan’s friend.

when timothy found something regarding your hidden past, jake was the first and only person to know. though you hadn’t had the chance to get close to him, jake felt betrayed. he felt manipulated and he pitied eunchan.

“why did you lie?” he asked after cornering you one evening, and you felt the hairs on your neck raise. “lie about what?”

“don’t play dumb. i know who you are, y/n.”

you spun to face him and pressed a finger against jake’s chest. “who am i, then? a liar? just because i wanted to keep this part of me buried for good? am i a bad guy? cause look around, jake. you’re worse than i ever was.”

a bubble formed in jake’s throat, one he couldn’t swallow. “if this is some elaborate scheme to take over daehyeon, it won’t work.” it wasn’t. you knew it wasn’t, but there was no convincing jake otherwise. “fuck you, jake.”

“right back at you, y/n.”

wolf keum

wolf knew that the leader of a rival gang suddenly disappeared, but he had no idea it was you. the way you were described online versus how you were in real life were like two completely separate people, and you tried to keep it that way.

wolf won’t admit it, but he enjoyed your company. you didn’t talk much about yourself, but wolf didn’t mind because neither did he. it wasn’t until he was nearly jumped one day that his curiosity in your life peaked.

the three men who’d tried—and failed—to take him down showed him a picture. one of him and you. wolf’s fist tightened around the man’s shirt. “what do you want with y/n? if you hurt them, i swear—“

“y/n? n-no, that’s our leader!”

wolf blanched, releasing the man’s shirt and stepping over his broken body. he knew exactly where to find you, and your smile dropped when you realized he was bleeding. “wolf? what happen—“ he grabbed you by the shoulders, pulling you towards him until your chests were practically touching. “tell me the truth. are you the leader of a gang? the gang attempting to destroy the union? destroy me?”

your breathing momentarily stopped. “wh… is that what you think?”

“it’s what i know. i want you to admit it.”

you couldn’t, because it wasn’t true; not anymore. “if you’re going to kill me, just do it.”

wolf chuckled, and fear prickled behind your eyes. “ah, y/n. not until you tell me everything.”

#weak hero #weak hero webtoon #weak hero manhwa #weak hero class 1 #weak hero x reader #gray yeon #ben park #alex go #donald na #jake ji #wolf keum

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unreadpoppy · 7 months

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song as old as rhyme - chapter 4

{Beauty and the Beast AU - Raphael x OC (Elize)}

Chapter 3

Read on AO3

Taglist: @littlemoondarling

A/N: Haarlep uses They/He pronouns.

Warnings: Brief sexual implications.

Once again, Haarlep wasn’t able to finish.

He was the first to get off the bed. Being an incubus, they did have more stamina, though, ‘Even a sloth could have more energy than the master.’ He thought while pouring a goblet of wine.

When they were done, Haarlep walked towards Raphael, who had gotten off the bed and sat on a lavish chair. He had his human guise on and wore sheer red robe, barely concealing his nakedness.

Haarlep handed him the drink, and walked behind the chair, reaching their arms towards Raphael’s shoulders and started to massage it.

Both the devil and the incubus stayed silent.

Suddenly, the sound of a clock rang, marking midnight. The seventh day had begun and it was time to make a visit to a certain old man.

Raphael finished his drink and got up, using his magic to get dressed and leave. In another time perhaps, Haarlep would find the lack of explanation to be upsetting. But after centuries together, they got used to it. Now, it was a matter of finding another partner to satisfy his needs.

………….

It was only after walking out of the gambling house that Audifax realized he didn’t have any money with him. He had not only spent the gold pieces he was given earlier in the week, but also lost all the fortune he obtained.

Audifax didn’t know what had overcome him. There were various moments while he played that he knew he should have stopped. But he simply couldn’t. And time after time, the more he bet, the more he lost. Maybe there was something in the drinks he was given or maybe it was the need to win after a tiefling child, with black markings around her eyes, beat him at Lanceboard.

But ultimately, none of it mattered as he was soon approached by the devil himself.

“Well, well, well.” Raphael said, making his presence known. “Whom do we have here?” He asked, with a tinge of sarcasm in his voice. “Certainly, a nouveau riche, ready to give me what I am owed.”

Audifax looked down. Both men were practically the same height, with the human being a couple of centimeters taller, but he still felt intimidated by the other.

“Cat got your tongue?” Raphael asked. “Have you perhaps forgotten your part of the agreement?”

“I-I… I’m afraid I-” Audifax whispered, scared to say the truth.

Little did he know that Raphael was already aware of his situation. This was merely for show.

“Spit it out, old man, before I lose my patience.”

Audifax gulped. “I don’t have the money.” He murmured.

“Pardon me, but you’ll have to speak up.” Raphael even leaned forward, placing a hand behind his ear, as to pretend to try and hear better.

“I do not have the money”

The devil smirked. “Ah yes, that is what I thought I heard.” He stepped forward.

“Please, sir, I’ll find some other way to pay you back, give me a year and I-” suddenly, his breath was cut short when he felt a clawed hand almost crush his windpipe, wrapping itself around his neck.

Audifax hadn’t noticed, in his panic, that Raphael shed his human form, now resembling a true devil. He was much taller, skin as red as cherries, with four long horns sprouting from his forehead, almost shaped like a crown. His eyes had turned black with a golden rim, and his leathery wings were spread.

“I do not wish to hear more of your pitiful attempt at a bargain.” He tightened his grip. “You were copper-wise and gold-foolish, and now, you will pay with your soul.” He let go of the man, who fell to his knees, clutching his neck.

“Please… I have to…. to go back to…” He tried to continue but was interrupted.

“Save your breath, Audifax. You made a deal and you couldn’t hold your end.” Raphael said. “Did you believe there would be no consequences? That you would outsmart a devil?” He asked, rhetorically.

The old man, having recomposed his breath, lost his composure. He crawled towards Raphael, and bowed before his feet, head down.

“I know I am in no position to ask.” He sobbed. “But, before you smite me, let me see my daughter Elize one last time.” For a moment, Audifax thought that the fiend would cut him off again, but briefly looking up, he noticed that Raphael seemed interested. “She’s a smart girl, she would come find me. She’s all I have. Please.” He began to cry.

Raphael contemplated what he said. Of course, he had no reason to concede to the needs of Audifax. In fact, if he took his soul right now, the old man’s suffering would be even greater.

But, he felt compelled to agree. “You are in luck, my friend. Your pathetic display of desperation has moved this old devil’s heart.” He said with a smirk. “If your daughter is as smart as you believe, and she does manage to find Baldur’s Gate, I’ll allow you one encounter.”

He helped the man up, holding him by the lapel. “But be warned. Should you try anything, I won’t hesitate to take both of your souls.”

And once again, Raphael vanished.

#raphael x oc #raphael x elize #not tav oc #raphael baldur's gate 3 #raphael bg3 #raphael the cambion #beauty and the beast AU #haarlep bg3 #this chapter makes me anxxious but here it is #also i did say it would take a while but i had like a breakthrough yesterday

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sbi-au-ideas · 2 years

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Wilbur is assigned to be the Prince’s Knight of the Week, a special title reserved for only the best of knights.

Or well, it used to be.

Now, the Prince goes through Knights like a cat to clean paper, and the answer as to why they leave so fast is kept behind zipped lips and linked pinkies.

Wilbur figures that it will be closer to baby sitting, and resigns himself for a boring week of watching a spoiled brat prance around the castle. Of course, he reasons. That has to be the reason why no knight ever signs up for a second week.

He is proven very wrong. With the startling discovery that the Prince can outsmart the entire castle’s guard system, where he uses his charisma and agility to disorient and dodge the guards who are double or triple his senior, to escape the castle and run among the commoners. Which makes sense, because if the rumors hold true- that means Technoblade himself took the honor of teaching this kid his masterful strategies and evasive maneuvers. Which is just fucking fantastic isn’t it?

Now, as he watches the castle scramble after the nimble Prince, he has a choice. He can try to be one step ahead, play an intense game of minds in order to capture the Prince and wrangle him back to the castle- or- he can run alongside the Prince, escaping into the commonwealth together, hand in hand. If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em, as the saying goes.

An unexpected duo, the lonely Prince in a castle depraved of personality, that has infrequent exceptions he must savor for everything they’re worth— and the reluctant knight who lacks something he never had, with a knack for little ecosystems in sealed glass jars.

One week to gain the favor of Prince Tom, he thinks.

One very, very boring week it will be.

Wilbur and Dream stand at attention, waiting for their orders.

“Wilbur Soot,” he stays stock still, eyes concentrated on his sergeant. “You have been elected to protect Prince Tom for this week. Should you win Prince Tom’s favor, you will have many opportunities in your future, so take this job seriously.” Internally, Wilbur groans. Babysitting? Really? Just when thought he was finally getting some respect in this damned place.

“Dream Morrow, you have been elected to protect George Lost, a high noble that will be traveling towards Kinoko Kingdom in the East. You will accompany him for the entire journey.”

The sergeant rattles off more orders and instructions for the two of them, but it’s all the same as it always is.

1. make sure they don’t die

2. don’t disrespect them

3. be prepared to give up your life over a dropped fork

When they’re dismissed, Dream immediately elbows him. “So, you get to watch the prince laze around all day huh?” Wilbur shoves him, albeit a little harder than he intended. Dream picks up on his sour mood and laughs. “Oh c’mon, it’ll be easy. Hey, maybe Prince Tom will even give you his favor!”

“Fuck off man,” Wilbur grits his teeth. “You know that Prince Tom hasn’t given his favor ever since he met that Technoblade guy.”

Technoblade was a fierce warrior, known for his unbeaten nature and terse conversations. He ended up spending four weeks with Prince Tom, after which he was given the Princes favor and dropped off the face of the earth. Rumors have it that he serves the King now. Wilbur doesn’t doubt it.

“Hey! You never know, what if he likes your banter and oddly specific knowledge about sealed glass jars?”

He rolls his eyes. “They’re bottled ecosystems, Dream, and you fucking know it.” Dream laughs, bumping his side into Wilbur and letting the tenseness from before melt away.

Their conversation keeps within banter boundaries, and Wilbur briefly forgets about his oncoming duty with the Prince.

That night when they’re packing, Dream tells him to keep plenty of diapers on hand. Wilbur throws his shoe at him for it.

Wilbur mentally prepares himself to meet with Prince Tom. He needs to make a good impression- professional, short worded, all of his usual mannerisms when handling the rich and esteemed. Maybe I can even get the kids favor, he muses.

Yeah, right.

He waits alongside his commander. The King came around earlier to share a few words with Wilbur, but after a minute or so of idle chat- the King left the room once more.

Then back to waiting.

His commander gives him a command to stay where he is, and walks off to talk with someone- presumably about Prince Tom’s absence.

He doesn’t return. Wilbur resigns himself to waiting for a long time, relaxing his posture ever so slightly. No one else is here, after all.

“Hey, knight.” A young voice asks behind him. Against his previous instructions, and out of pure impulse and curiosity- Wilbur turns around.

Prince Tom stands behind him, an easy grin on his face. “Hi.”

Wilbur absolutely does not jump, or reach for his sword as if to strike royalty, because that would be treason. Prince Tom cackles at his reaction, and Wilbur fumes, heat radiating from his ears.

“Your majesty-“ Wilbur tries for a scolding tone, “that was incredibly inappropriate, and-”

“-and irresponsible, unjustly, childish, commoner play, un-princely behavior- all that shit, uh huh. I hear you big man.” Prince Tom rests an arm on Wilbur’s shoulder, barely tall enough to reach. “I’ve heard it all, no need to worry yourself over teaching me a lesson!” He pats Wil’s chest plate, as if to comfort the man in his dilemma. It just feels demeaning.

Wilbur clenches his fists. This is going to be a long week. “Your highness,” he forces his tone to be relaxed, but by the Princes growing grin he must be able to hear the tension behind it. “Can you explain why you were hiding in this room, when we were supposed to be greeted together, with the kings presence?” That had especially confused him. The king didn’t even wait that long for his son, despite how his sergeant had informed him that they would come in a pair; father and son.

“Oh he knows I do this,” Tom leans on Wilbur, gesticulating flippantly with his hands. “That’s why he never stays. Everyone is so stuck up, y’know? So I just hide and wait for everyone in the room to go off in search of me, until just my lovely bodyguard is left- you!”

Prince Tom slides off of Wilbur’s form, appearing to glide across the room with his arms out to either side. He spins around once he’s in front of Wilbur, hands intertwined behind his back and raising his chin with a big grin. “So now I can talk to you by myself!”

Wilbur refuses to admit how smart that is- because it isn’t- they’ll have plenty of one on one time, Prince Tom doesn’t need to do this at all. It’s completely unnecessary.

It’s a little funny- but that’s besides the point. Wilbur is professional right now. “Prince Tom, you really shouldn’t-”

“Ah ah ah,” Prince Tom tsks, “You can’t say my name, we haven’t been introduced yet!” He sticks his hand out to Wilbur, and it looks far more rehearsed than Wilbur has seen with him during their entire interaction.

Wilbur tries to go for confidence, but his hand still hesitates for a fraction of a second before grabbing Prince Tom’s.

Prince Tom dramatically clears his throat, declaring loudly into the empty room, “Hello good sir!” He lowers his voice an octave, as if pretending to be an old diplomat from a visiting kingdom. “My name is Tom, but I insist you call me Tommy. What is your name, tall sir?”

He has to admit, the casual presence that the Prince gives off is very effective, and Wil plays into the theatrical exaggeration without thinking.

He dips into a slight bow, pressing his free hand to his chest. In an equally dramatized voice, he proclaims, “Hello my good sire Tommy,” he stands up straight, curling the hand on his chest into a fist. “My name is Wilbur Soot, but I encourage you to shorten my name to your liking. I will be your brave knight for this long week, and I hope you accept me as such.”

Prince Tommy grins, and Wilbur watches the kids posture become exaggerated and flourishing. “Oh Wiblurien Chimney, I would be happy to accept your position as my knight!” Wilbur scrunches his nose at his butchered name, and Tommy laughs in glee.

The door opens just then, and Wilbur corrects his posture immediately. He gives Prince Tommy’s hand a firm shake, before letting go. Tommy wilts.

“Oh, Prince Tom, there you are.” A frazzled maid slumps in relief.

His sergeant walks in from behind her, looking over the situation. “I see you have already made introductions then. Prince Tom-”

“I know what a knight entails sergeant,” Tommy cuts him off blandly. “This is the 16th one I’ve had. I can tell him anything he needs to know. You’re dismissed” Tommy waves him off with one hand.

The disrespect shows clearly on the sergeants face, but he doesn’t act on it. He nods, spinning on his heel and exiting the room. The maid follows right behind him.

Tommy turns back to Wilbur and gives him a look over. He must not like what he sees, because he sighs and gestures for Wilbur to follow without a word, lacking all the energy he had before.

Wilbur trails behind him, unable to shake the feeling that he’s failed some sort of test.

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My Interpretation

Before you go off thinking that Philza is a neglectful dad to Tommy- in the mini story I’ve cooked up in my head, Phil stops by Tommy’s room every night to exchange laughs and brief overviews of their day. Phil is constantly swamped with work, but tries his best to save as much time as possible for the end of his day so he can spend it with Tommy, even if that will sometimes end up being a few moments to stop and say hello. He also makes sure to initiate small talk regularly with whatever knight has been assigned to Tommy, and will always privately ask Tommy what his opinion on the knight is. He was the one to set up the ‘favor’ system, if only to encourage knights to be on their best behavior. He does what he can to keep Tommy entertained, but in the end, it’s never enough, and he can only hope that whatever knight has been assigned to Tommy will be able to keep up with him for at least the full week.

Technoblade was one of Tommy’s first knights, back when his knights were chosen for their high ranks. Eventually when Tommy had been through all the exceptionally good knights, they had to start. With Techno, Tommy had recognized the glint in his eyes that spoke of something more. He could tell that Techno wasn’t as stiff as he tried to be- and he tried hard. Tommy was right, and he quickly cracked Techno’s hard exterior and released the dry humor and clever deadpan comments for all to see. His father, the king, found that Techno’s ability to be both lighthearted and serious in the same moment was exactly the type of knight that he needed, as a king with too much on his plate and a desperation for release from its both monotonous and chaotic nature. He spoke to Tommy about it first, and his son had agreed, saying that “maybe he can fix the scowl on your face- it’s starting to become permanent.” Phil bapped him on the head with a hollow tube for that.

Although- even when Techno transferred to being Phil’s personal knight- he still plays the occasional game with Tommy; such as intense castle tag, or slow games of chess on the days when he has time.

Wilbur, of course, has no idea.

#wilbur soot centric #tommyinnit centric #royalty au #royal au #prince au #knight au #sbi fic idea #sleepy bois inc #sleepy boys inc #crime bois #crime boys

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the-red-mafia · 1 year

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The Recovery

The crew anxiously flies around the galaxy, searching for something. Or rather...someone. Also available on Wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/TheRedMafia Next Update: [Updated] Word Count: 1887

???

Thorn anxiously stared at the computer screen, waiting. They fidgeted with a pen they had found and continuously took it apart and rebuilt it. Mad stood near the control panel. It clicked on its keyboard, seemingly activating some sort of radar. Velvet was asleep on the Madbay’s bed. The teen had been up all night on watch so Mad forced them to at least rest for a few hours in the Madbay. It wasn’t long before she had fallen asleep, despite her stubbornness to the idea in the first place. Solana sat on one of the Umbrella’s chairs with their laptop. He scrolled through a news web page before groaning. She closed the device and set it down on the chair next to her.

“Anything?” Mad asked, turning to face the elf. Solana shook their head, sighing. Mad’s screen displayed a nervous smile.

“It’s ok, we’ll find them,” The robot said. Thorn threw his hands in the air, causing the pen to clatter to the ground.

“This is pointless!” Ae shouted, “We’re never going to find them!”

“That’s not true,” Mad replied calmly, “It’s just taking a bit…longer than we expected.”

“It’s been a week!”

“Thorn, I know you don’t know us. But trust me when I say that we're not going to stop looking for them. Maroon’s our teammate and friend and we’re not leaving them behind.”

“They’re probably dead!” Thorn snapped. It took a shaky breath and looked towards the floor. A few tears fell to the floor and Thorn quickly wiped their face. After a few seconds, Solana shook his head.

“Doubtful,” Solana said

“Wait, what do you mean ‘doubtful’?” Thorn looked up at Solana as they stood to stretch.

“They mean that Unor wouldn’t kill them. He’s a scientist, he’d prefer to study them,” Mad replied while still scanning the radar system.

“And by study, I assume you mean torture?” A voice from behind the trio said. Velvet stepped into the fluorescent lights that illuminated the Umbrella’s cockpit. Her dyed red hair seemed to have been barely brushed and pinned out of her face and her uniform looked as if it hadn’t been changed in a week. With the bags forming under the teens eyes, it was no wonder Mad had forced them to bed.

“As always your timing is impeccable, Velvet,” Solana said sarcastically, once again seated and resting their eyes.

“What do you mean ‘torture’?!” Thorn’s anxiety was now coming through in their voice. Velvet rolled her eyes at Thorn.

“I mean torture, frūx. It means exactly what you think,” they mumbled, plopping down next to Solana, “To be honest, death would be more pleasant.”

“Velvet, stop,” Mad commanded, “Also, didn’t I tell you to sleep for a few hours? It’s only been 3.”

“Exactly, a few is three.”

“Three or more.”

“We don't have time for more,” The assassin said, crossing their arms, “It’s only a matter of time until he gets what he wants.”

“And what’s that?” Thorn asked, narrowing his eyes at Velvet.

“Who’s to say?” Velvet replied, shrugging, “Most likely he’s trying to find the source of Maroon’s powers to recreate it. That way he can give himself the powers to add to his arsenal.”

“What’s his name?” Velvet raised an eyebrow.

“Unor Bolton?”

“I fucking hate him.” Velvet let out a strained chuckle.

“You’re not the only one.”

“Velvet, are you sure Maroon isn’t at any facility you know of?” Mad asked, turning back to face the screen once more.

“Like I fucking told you twenty times already,” Velvet snapped, glaring at the robot, “Unor’s not stupid. He knows I’m here. He wouldn’t hide them anywhere I know unless it's a trap. He’s probably counting on us showing up to one of the secret bases, which is what we’re not going to do.”

“But what if it’s not a trap? What if Maroon is actually there and we’re wasting time trying to outsmart him?” Thorn asked. Velvet sent a glare toward the crowned teenager.

“I think I know his tactics a bit more than you, frūx.”

“I have a name, you know.”

“I don’t care, you know.” Solana elbowed the assassin in the arm.

“Enough, Velvet,” the elf muttered. Velvet rolled their eyes as Mad let out a sigh.

“Have we heard anything from Zaeor?” The robot asked. Velvet shook her head.

“Nope, but he’s searching just as much as we are.”

“Some god he is,” Thorn mumbled, “Ailuj would’ve found Maroon by now.” Velvet stood up quickly, drawing Kil-layye Mo’ore and pinning Thorn against the wall.

“You better watch yourself, ‘Thorn’,” Velvet growled, placing the cold metal on the teen’s neck.

“Velvet!” Mad yelled. Solana also stood up, grabbing the sword from Velvet and placing herself in between the two teenagers.

“Fighting is helping no one,” the elf muttered, “If we’re going to find Maroon we’re going to have to do it as a team.”

“Yeah, we can. But them?” Velvet pointed at Thorn, “I don’t trust them one fucking bit.”

“Right back at you, bitch,” Thorn muttered, sending a glare towards Velvet.

“Enough!” Mad called out, “Solana is right. Velvet, it doesn’t matter if you trust Thorn right now. We’re going to need all the help we can get to save Maroon. I know you’re suspicious of him, but we don’t exactly have a choice here.”

“We don’t need aer fucking help,” Velvet stated, crossing their arms, “But fine, whatever. It’s not like I’m the leader or anything.” Thorn let out a strained chuckle.

“They’re your leader? No wonder Maroon got kidnapped.” Solana quickly grabbed Velvet’s arms as the teen jumped to attack Thorn once more. The elf pinned her arms to her sides, keeping her in place. Mad sighed.

“Thorn, I understand that you’re suspicious of us, I get it. But like I told Velvet, we all have to work together to find Maroon. We can’t keep fighting like this.” Thorn looked at the robot before sighing.

“Alright, point taken.”

“Solana, let go of me,” Velvet hissed.

“Are you going to stop acting like a child?” The elf asked. Velvet glared at them.

“I’ll take that as a no.” Suddenly, a loud ding echoed through the room, causing everyone to jump a little. Mad turned around and began clicking buttons on the keyboard. After a few seconds, the droid let out a series of victorious beeps.

“What is it?” Solana asked. Mad turned around to face the group, a giant smile on their T.V. screen.

“Maroon’s homing beacon just activated. We’ve found them.”

The Umbrella was filled with an anxious silence as they approached Maroon’s location. Velvet fastened the oxygen mask to her face before turning and handing one to Thorn.

“Thanks,” Thorn mumbled. Velvet nodded and turned back around, handing the last mask to Solana.

“With this planet’s low oxygen atmosphere, we have no idea what we’re walking into,” the assassin began coldly, “We need to stay laser-focused, no matter what we see. There’s a high chance this is a trap. We have about 20 minutes of air in our tanks, so conserve it. We’ll leave in 18, no matter what. Clear?”

“Clear,” Mad and Solana repeated back. Thorn just nodded. The team looked out the window as the Umbrella lowered towards the dusty, orange soil. As they approached, a giant wall-like shadow appeared in the distance. It looked like pure white marble ruins, standing about 10 feet tall. When they got closer, they saw that colorful fungus and huge mushrooms surrounded the area. Chanterelle mushrooms grew as tall as redwood trees in between various pieces of debris. It soon became clear that these were no ancient ruins. No, these were the ruins of a ship. Velvet’s eyes widened.

“Mihi deus,” they breathed. Mad turned to them.

“What is it?”

“That’s Unor’s main ship. See those arches? They’re inspired by ancient Roman architecture; you can find them on any of Unor’s ships. These ones are specifically designed to mimic drawings of Olympus, so he put them on the biggest ship in his fleet.”

“And those mushrooms are Maroon’s,” Thorn mumbled, “I’d recognize them anywhere.” Mad looked out at the wreckage as its screen went blank.

“...What happened?”

Solana and Thorn jumped over a large piece of wreckage, using the lowered gravitational pull to their advantage. Solana’s feet softly landed on a marble floor, shortly followed by Thorn. Various mushrooms and fungi lined the empty walls, slightly swaying in the nonexistent wind. The ceiling of this section had been ripped clean off and currently sat about 10 meters away. The once white floor was now covered in various shades of crimson, orange, and light brown. What was once a pristine corridor was now a mushroom manor, sending a chill down Solana’s spine. That’s when they noticed it: a body, lying in the corner of the corridor with mushrooms growing out of its skull. Thorn’s heart skipped a beat as they stared at it. This body was clearly dead, and had been for a while.

“Is that…” Thorn stuttered out, pointing a shaking finger towards the lump of flesh. Solana’s eyes widened and he quickly ran over to the body. The elf moved a few of the mushrooms before letting out a relieved sigh.

“It’s not them,” she said, turning back towards Thorn.

“Thank gods.”

“Come on, let’s follow this hallway.” The pair carefully proceeded forward, stepping over mushroom gore as they went. There was so much anxiety in the air, it was almost suffocating. Solana and Thorn remained silent for multiple minutes until the hallway ended in a closed sliding door. It was glass, and the two humanoids could see a thin, long body curled up at the base of a tall, tree-like mushroom. The body had multiple bleeding cuts at various parts of their body, and the blood had stained the nearby mushrooms crimson. It was faint, but the duo could see their chest rising and falling. The face was impossible to see, but Thorn gasped when they saw the messy split red and black hair covering it.

“Maroon!” Thorn screamed, attempting to open the door. The body didn’t stir, and the door remained shut tight. “Thorn, move. I’ll knock down the door,” Solana yelled. Thorn obliged and the elf ran forward. They kicked the door and it swung open, almost shattering the glass. Thorn ran forward and slid onto the ground next to Maroon’s body. They slowly tilted their head upwards with tears running down their face. Maroon was unconscious and there were multiple cuts on various parts of their body. A giant gash above their left eye was releasing a steady stream of crimson blood onto Thorn’s hand. Maroon was dressed in a white pair of pants and shirt but blood was splattered all over it, with one giant pool forming near the left side of their abdomen. Solana quickly ran next to it and knelt down.

“Shit,” he muttered, “That’s a lot of blood.” Thorn choked back a sob. Solana quickly put the backpack she was holding onto the ground and began digging around. After a few moments they pulled out another oxygen mask and wasted no time attaching it onto Maroon.

“Velvet, Mad, come in,” Solana muttered, raising their hand to their ear and activating their comms microphone, “We found them.”

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Chapter 80 - Final Mission #3 - The Glitch

“So you have finally chosen a side?” I said with a sigh, “I wish I never had to, but it was inevitable.” She had been waiting for this moment ever since she declared war on that kingdom. She knew their land well, but she never sent the guardians to attack them as long as they stayed on their island. But now they had crossed the line and invaded the mainland.

We arrived at the temple, which had been restored and prepared for our arrival. Luna and Juno had learned how to use a portal that connected the temple with our kingdom, and they often traveled back and forth for fun. They resumed some of their lessons with me, which I enjoyed as a refresher. I didn’t really need them, but it was good to keep my skills sharp.

Meanwhile, Aura Aetherius summoned the troops and broadcast a message to the world. Her vision connection power was so strong that she could communicate with everyone at the same time, even the Shadow dragons. There was no way to block her out of your head. She updated the world on the progress of our enemy and issued them an ultimatum: leave the mainland by the end of the week or face our wrath. We had managed to contain the invaders on our land, but they were growing in numbers and preparing for a new assault. They had technologies and weapons that our soldiers could not match. If we relied on our armies alone, it would be a bloodbath.

Raphael returned from his successful mission with Sol and Cyrus. I shared my concerns about the Shadow dragons with him, and he agreed. He had already devised a strategy that did not involve using our army for offense but only for defense. The main attackers would be me and him. Why? Because we had tested our immortality with some weapons that had been stolen from the kingdom of the Hidden Shadows. These weapons had a special ability to prevent healing and cause dissolution, a horrible way to die. But every time I and Raphael died from them, we found ourselves in the Bright City. Even after I killed a hundred Electric dragons, the barrier didn't stop me, and we met Zeno there again. We used the portal to return each time. There were no consequences. We were truly unbeatable foes. The guardians had a vital mission: to prevent the dark lord’s elemental freeze ability from spreading too far and affecting everyone. They knew the secret to counteracting his power, but they needed a group of strikers to assist them. That group included me and Raphael, as well as Aura Aetherius, who was always ready for action; Akira and Fyrenthos, a formidable duo; and Freya, my beloved but stubborn sweetheart. I feared for her safety, but she refused to stay behind, so we reluctantly agreed to let her join us. The plan was straightforward: sabotage the infrastructure, cut off communication between the mainland and the new expansion area, and locate and eliminate the dark lord. Zeno himself approved of our strategy. We said our farewells to everyone, knowing that there was no guarantee of success. We moved under the cover of night, heading straight to the Hidden Shadows territory and the city. Raphael had an idea of where the dark lord might have been, but Akira was stunned by the sight of the city. We had to disguise her as a shadow to avoid detection. She was too bright and white for this dark place. To our dismay, the dark lord was not where we expected him to be. Raphael quickly suggested a plan B. We made our way to the intelligence room, where he and I took the form of another Shadow dragon and gained access. Akira, Fyrenthos, and Freya stayed outside, hidden and vigilant, ready to secure our escape route. We used the trackers to map out each dragon’s location. The dark lord was nowhere to be found. He had outsmarted us and avoided wearing his own tracker. Our plan was falling apart. We wasted precious time searching for him, and Akira grew weary and impatient. She decided to use her vision connection and broke through the dark lord’s barrier. She saw his whereabouts and taunted him telepathically: “Hey swimmer, want to meet a Light dragon, sir?” He sensed her intrusion and did not respond verbally, but he took off in a hurry. He flew towards our direction, unaware that he was flying into a trap. We were waiting for him in his own domain.

We had been hunting him for a long time, and finally we cornered him in the city. He was surrounded by a few loyal soldiers and guards, but they were no match for us. We emerged from the shadows and attacked with swift and deadly force. Most of the Shadow dragons, both male and female, had left the city undefended. They had no idea what we were planning.

The dark lord saw us and realized he was doomed. He tossed a bracelet to Raphael and said, “Raphael, I think this belongs to you.” The bracelet was missing the dark crystal that powered it. Raphael caught it and frowned. “What is this supposed to mean?” he asked.

The dark lord did not answer. Instead, he tried to escape. He conjured a thick black smoke that obscured our vision, but Freya was ready for that. She summoned a gust of wind that blew the smoke away. We saw the dark lord running, but he did not use his shadow form to vanish. We wondered why he did not do that, but we did not waste time. We chased him and shot him with a bullet enchanted with a Light crystal. He fell to the ground, apparently defeated.

We approached him cautiously, but we soon discovered that he was not the real dark lord. He was a clone, a perfect replica of him. Raphael cursed. “No, the bastard tricked us. We have to get to the laboratory right now.” I asked him why, and he explained quickly. “If they managed to create a new living being—a clone like this—they broke another rule.”

We ran to the laboratory. It was not far from where they had interrogated me before. Akira took care of the scientists there. She held them hostage while Raphael used the machines. He found a computer and used it. He sighed in relief. “Oh, thank goodness, there was only one successful clone, the one we just killed.”

Akira locked the scientists in a room, where she tortured them with her Light element. She was so annoying to them that they begged us to kill them instead of listening to her voice for one more minute or feeling her Light burn their scaly skin. Of course, we did not grant their wishes, even though she was tempted to do so. Freya agreed with her, probably because she wanted revenge on me.

We seized the city with ease. The army’s communication lines, both radio and physical, were severed, forcing them to retreat. We divided our forces into two teams: Akira and Fyrenthos remained in the city to secure it, while Raphael and I, accompanied by Freya, pursued the dark lord on our own. The civilians offered no resistance, even though Raphael assured me they were capable of fighting. They had all been trained for combat, but for some reason they did not act. Perhaps they did not receive the command. Something was amiss in the city.

We had been searching for him, but he found us first. Out of nowhere, a cloud of smoke enveloped Freya, who stood in the center of our group. She struggled to break free, and we rushed to help her, but it was too late. He had turned her into one of his shadows, just like he had done to me before. We chased him as he fled in his smoky form, trying to land a hit on him, but he was elusive and fast. Finally, he touched down and revealed himself, holding Freya in his arms like a trophy. He threatened to kill her if we moved an inch, but I ignored his words and lunged at him. He was quicker than me, though. He slashed her throat with his claws, spilling her blood all over me as I caught her falling body. Then he felt my fist on his face, sending a jolt of Electricity through him. He recoiled and turned into smoke again, only to be met by Raphael’s blade. They engaged in a fierce duel while I tried to heal Freya with my powers. I could sense him trying to block my powers, but he couldn’t stop me completely. Akira had taught me how to resist his freezing spell, but I still felt his influence limiting my abilities. I hated him with every fiber of my being. I could feel Freya’s pain and fear, as well as my own guilt and despair. “You shouldn’t have come with us,” I whispered to her. “I knew this could happen.” She couldn’t answer me, only cough and gasp for air. I shifted into my Earth dragon form and tried to manually seal her wound. Then I saw something that made my blood run cold: a ring of dark magic around Raphael. It looked like a curse from hell itself. Red, black, and sinister. In an instant, Raphael was bound by chains of shadow that sprang from the ring. He struggled to free himself, but it was useless. I stared in horror and hastened to finish healing Freya. As soon as she was stable enough, I ran to Raphael’s aid. He yelled at me, “Break the circle!” I slammed my tail into the ring, shattering it like glass. The shards pierced my flesh and made me dizzy. My powers were weakening fast. I felt Raphael attempt to catch me as I stumbled, but the dark lord was already back on his feet. He struck me hard on the head, cracking my skull open. I would have blacked out if Raphael hadn’t kept me awake with his healing powers. I fought back with all my strength, but he was too strong for me now. He pushed me away and summoned another ring around me. Shadows grabbed me and wrapped around me like chains. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. I was paralyzed and healing slowly.

I was surprised by a sudden weight. Raphael had taken a hit and collapsed on top of me. The chains of shadow swiftly wrapped around him too, pinning him down. Across the field, Freya lay motionless, like a broken doll. Despair flooded my veins, but Raphael refused to give up. He shouted, “Give me your hand, share your power! I can free us.” I tried to move my hand and speak, but the chains held me tight. I reached out to him with my mind instead. “Take it; I can’t move it.” He answered, “Neither can I. Damnit.” The dark lord strode towards us with a smug grin. “You fought well for a fight that I never wanted. Now, shall we proceed?” Raphael spat at him. “Don’t you dare. A demon can’t defeat us.” The dark lord laughed. “Oh really? Look at yourself. I’m not even a true demon, and I’ve done it.” His taunts bought me some time to heal, and I was about to slip my hand to Raphael when the dark lord noticed. Another chain sprang up, locking my arms in place. He said, “I know what you’re trying to do. Don’t bother.” I squirmed in vain, feeling fear rise in my chest. The chains burned like fire on my skin. Raphael conjured a sword and slashed at the chains, breaking a few, but more took their place. I saw his struggle and attempted the same, but I was too weak and slow. The dark lord stepped into the circle and swung his hand. Black blades erupted from the ground and severed my limbs, leaving Raphael untouched. I screamed, “Motherfucker.” It was over. We had lost. I cried out, “Freya! Can you hear me? Please!” There was no answer. Tears streamed down my face for her and for everything. I felt ashamed that we had failed in a three-on-one battle. The clock was ticking. The pain became numbness. I hurled insults at him, but he ignored me. He just continued his dark ritual.

Just as we thought that all hope was lost, the final member of our team reappeared. We had completely forgotten about her. Aura Aetherius summoned a brilliant beam from the sky that struck all of us. It did not hurt us, but it shattered the ring that bound us to the dark lord. For a brief moment, his black form flickered to white, and so did ours. I felt a surge of light and energy coursing through me, while Raphael became the most radiant human I had ever seen. He cried out, “Now, give me your hand!” I regained control of my body and reached out to him. He grasped my hand, and I felt a jolt as he drained some of my power, but not all of it. He let go and sprang into action. “Now, it’s showtime!" he yelled at the dark lord, who was slowly regaining his darkness. He resumed his fierce combat with him while I staggered to my feet, still trapped in the shape of an Earth dragon. Aura came to my side and said, “Get back to the fight now!” I nodded and said, “Sure, sure, I’m on it. Of course.” She glanced at Freya, who was lying unconscious on the ground, and added, “I’ll take care of her; now go!” I nodded again and rejoined the battle.

We overwhelmed the dark lord with our combined attacks. I kept hurling fireballs and ice shards at him, supporting Raphael and making it harder for the dark lord to dodge or block. Raphael’s every move was precise and swift, and his sword left deep wounds on the opponent's body. But the dark lord had a way of healing himself with shadows. Whenever we cut off one of his wings or limbs, he would replace it with a dark appendage that soon regenerated into flesh and bone. Then Raphael shouted at me, “Hit him from the side.” I obeyed and distracted the dark lord for a moment. He turned his attention to me and slammed his head into mine. I felt a sharp pain in my skull and saw my horns fall to the ground. But Raphael seized the opportunity. He transformed his sword into a spear and thrust it through the dark lord’s chest, piercing his back legs as well. He said, “Straight to the core, enjoy your last moments, demon.”

The dark lord froze in place, gasping for air. He tried to vanish into a shadow, but the spear in his chest glowed brighter and thwarted his escape. A white liquid oozed from his wound. It looked nothing like blood. I wondered aloud, “Is this another clone?” But the dark lord snarled, “No, this time no.” He was defeated. He began to dissolve slowly into white smoke. I said, “Yeah, it’s just like what happened to me, multiple times, eheh.” He said, “You don’t joke about that. It’s terrible to die slowly.” Raphael said, “We can make it faster if you want.” He raised another light spear and moved closer. But Aura stopped him and said, “If you harm him more, he’ll turn into a cloud and free himself involuntarily.” The dark lord didn’t know that. He tried to hurt himself more, a masochistic but desperate move. Aura stared at the dark lord’s eyes and said, “Freya is alive, I think. Keep him still.” She added, “I told you to stop before it was too late, Zeno’s brother.” He shouted, “Don’t say that name! You don’t deserve to.” She said, “Ahah, you still don’t accept being the cause of his death? Murderer!” He said, “You were part of it too, Aetherius!” And for the first time, I saw a tear fall from his eye. Then another. Aura twisted the knife by saying, “You should have never attempted that stupid experiment. You convinced me to do it. You failed. You pay the consequences.” I yelled, “Enough! Are you a demon too, or what? Just let him die in peace.” She said to me, “I’d be ashamed too if I were you. Freya was more dead than alive because of you. I hope you enjoy bringing pain to your beloved more than necessary, don’t you?” I was speechless.

Raphael’s voice was urgent and stern. “Aura… Get away from the dark lord, please.” But she ignored his plea and moved closer to the fallen enemy. Raphael’s eyes widened in alarm. “Don’t think that I didn’t notice what you’re doing. I said. Get away!” He reached for her, but she shrugged him off.

I was confused and scared. “What’s going on?” I asked.

The dark lord groaned in pain and fear. “She’s absorbing my powers!” he rasped.

Aura’s face twisted into a cruel smile. “Yeah, so? This power can’t go to waste, should it?” She pressed her hand against his chest, where the spear was embedded in his flesh.

Raphael shook his head in disbelief. “Aura Aetherius, it’s prohibited to absorb the powers of someone without prior agreement. Stop immediately.” He sounded like he was reciting a law but also like he cared for her.

She laughed mockingly. “Nah, you did the same with Nox. What makes this different than that?” She glanced at me with a sneer.

I felt a surge of anger. “I agreed on that. You’re stealing it instead, I guess.” I remembered how Raphael had shared his power with me, how he had trusted me and helped me, and I did the same.

Raphael gave Aura a last warning. “Aura, please. Don’t do this. You don’t know what you’re unleashing.”

She snorted. “Force me then.” She challenged him with a defiant look.

He had no choice. He attacked her, kicking her away from the dark lord, then shouted, “Stop absorbing his powers!” She fought back, changing her form into a human-like demon with horns, wings, and claws. She slashed at Raphael, drawing blood from his chin.

I watched in horror as they fought. I didn’t know what to do. Then I heard Raphael's voice again. “Nox, break the spear!” He sounded desperate.

I didn’t hesitate. I broke the spear and pulled it out of the dark lord's body. He collapsed on the ground, too weak to stand up. But as soon as the spear was removed, his wounds started healing and his body started to regenerate. He looked at me with a mix of gratitude and regret.

“Call me a demon, but she’s too.” He said. “Do something then. Redeem yourself.” I urged him.

He shook his head sadly. “I can’t anymore. It’s too late.” He surrendered, lying on the ground. He looked at Aura and Raphael, who were still fighting fiercely. He said, “Finish me, take my powers, and help your friend, for the good of everyone. You just woke up the devil. Defeat her before she defeats you.”

I listened to him, but I couldn’t bring myself to kill him. I shouted instead, “Raphael!” He was already wounded and tired. The demon had made a second deep cut on his chin.

I joined the fray and touched Raphael, borrowing his powers to transform into my original Nox form. I resumed my support role, harassing Aura from a distance like a pesky insect. But she was cunning and tried to finish off the dark lord by herself, hoping to complete the ritual. I intervened and blocked her path. She attempted to dissolve into a beam of light, but I conjured a blade of shadow and slashed through it. She reformed unscathed, and Raphael shouted, “Nox, call Akira and Fyrenthos here now!” I obeyed and contacted them through a vision connection, telling them to meet us here.

As I did so, I glanced at the horizon and saw a huge ring of dragons, all of them shadowy, some wounded and some not. They were watching the battle with keen interest. Aura landed a blow on Raphael and pushed him back. She summoned a circle of electricity, incredibly powerful, that nearly reached the dragons in the distance and certainly hit the Dark Lord and Freya. I ran to help the latter. I heard her gasp, still alive. I healed her and said, “I’m here. You’re fine. Please don't stop breathing." She tried to speak: “She... Aura... took my element.” I said, “Don’t worry, I’ll get it back for you once we defeat her, okay?” She nodded and lay on the ground, exhausted.

Then I turned to the dark lord and asked, “Is your offer for your powers still valid?” He snorted and said, “Shake my hand. Take them. There's not much left after Aura drained most of them. Use them wisely.” I shook his hand and felt a surge of strength. Not as weak as before, but not as strong either. I said, “This is not against the rules, right?” He replied, “I don’t think so since I agreed to it. Now shut up and fight that traitor.”

I plunged into the fray once more. My abilities allowed me to become a shadow, but I still lacked any light power. That didn’t matter now, as Akira and Fyrenthos finally arrived and yelled, “Aura! What are you doing?!”

She snapped back, “No time to explain. Help me defeat these two humans and a half. They’re protecting the dark lord.”

I protested, “We’re not. He doesn’t even have his powers now! You absorbed them!�� I knew I was only partly telling the truth. I had taken what remained of his powers, but she had gotten a good share of them too.

Akira shook her head. “My sources say otherwise, dear Aura. And your appearance confirms that.” She was right. Aura looked like a demon. Akira joined the fight, and Fyrenthos aided her. In a flash, the battle was over, and Aura was chained, unable to free herself. She screamed, “You will never defeat me. I’ll always be back. I’ll hunt you. The wrath of the caelestis will get you.”

Raphael replied calmly, “We’re the caelestis, Aura. You already met that.” He moved on to finish her off, and as he did so, the dark lord started coughing violently and spitting blood.

I said, “Raphael, I think the ring is hurting him too.”

Akira asked, “Shall we finish him?”

Raphael said, “It’s because his powers are trying to get back to him, but he can’t control them anymore. Help him if you want.”

I hesitated. “Are you sure? What if we fall back into another fight with him?”

Raphael chuckled. “He’d lose again. We’re four now, or five if Freya stops playing dead.”

I glanced at Freya. She was finally trying to stand up. She said softly, “Lovely wind, I feel it again.”

I smiled. “I’m glad that you do. Now, shall I help him or let him die?”

She looked at him with contempt and said, “I wouldn’t touch him if I were you. He lived long enough and did enough.”

Akira agreed. “Yeah, a lot longer than he deserved.”

Without asking for help, the dark lord uttered in a weak and joyful voice, “Brother... I can see you.” I followed his gaze but saw no one. Raphael, who was holding Aura captive, sneered and said, “Oh, hi Zeno, I see you too.” I exclaimed, “What? I don’t see him!” Raphael said, “He’s not in the first realm. Of course you can’t.” I was confused and turned to Akira. “Can you see him?” I asked. She shook her head. “No, I can’t either.” Then a swirl of white and black smoke materialized near the dark lord, and Zeno emerged from it. The dark lord said, “Brother, I... I am so happy to see you.” Zeno sighed and said, “Yeah, I’m glad you’re. Dark lord.” He looked at him with sadness and added, “But I think this is the end for you, isn’t it?” The dark lord nodded. “It seems so. I’m sorry.” He coughed up blood and said, “Please forgive me before I draw my last breath. For everything.” Zeno said, “I forgive you, brother. Actually, I thank you for proving to the Light dragons that a Shadow dragon could be one of them. You made me who I am today. Even if you killed me.” The dark lord smiled faintly and said, “You’re welcome then, I guess. Sorry about that.” Some Shadow dragons approached us while Aura was fading away in Raphael’s grip, screaming and cursing. I wished she would be quiet already. A Shadow dragon reached the dark lord and said, “Please step aside and let us help him.” Akira protested, “No, don’t you dare. He’s too dangerous to live.” I interrupted her and said, “I don’t think he is anymore. I have some of his powers now. Besides, he wouldn’t be dying if he had them all back. Or no, wait... he would be dying even faster; please ignore that.”

Some Shadow dragons tended to his wounds with their technology. He stopped coughing blood, but then Aura vanished in silence. Raphael said, “Finally, that was one hell of a pink demon. Alright, everyone, back off. Now.” They hesitated, so Akira stepped in and yelled, “You heard him. Move away, or I’ll make you.” He brandished the light sword. They reluctantly obeyed, and Raphael faced him, saying, “So, are you a demon too?” He answered, “I don’t know. I thought I was a Shadow dragon, not a demon.” But Zeno said, “Brother, after you killed me with Aura, she turned your soul into a demon’s. I’m sorry, but you’re” He interrupted, “I guess I am then. Sigh.” Raphael said, “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you stay here. All demons must be either destroyed or banished to the second realm. This is not your place.” He reached for me, grabbed my hand, and drained all my powers. I said, “Hey, what are you doing?” He said, “Don’t worry, I’ll give them back to you later if you want.” The dark lord looked at Zeno and then at me and said, “I already made a deal with Nox. Give him my powers. They’ll be safer with him. I don’t deserve them. Wait, Zeno, do you want your powers back?” Zeno looked puzzled and said, “Not really. I have new powers now. I don’t need them. You can keep them or give them to Nox. I'm ok with that.” The dark lord said, “Nox, do you accept my powers as a gift? Consider it an apology for trying to take yours.” I asked Raphael, “Should I accept?” He replied, “I don’t see any harm in that. It’s your choice. And maybe you can return them to him someday if you wish.” I said, “Alright, I accept your gift, Dark Lord.” He said, “Very well, let’s shake on it. By the way, I have a name. It’s Novar.” Everyone gasped. A Shadow dragon said, “The dark lord never revealed his true name. It’s an honor to know it, my lord.” He said, “Thank you, but I’m afraid it won’t matter soon. I’ll be exiled from existence. I’m sorry.” We completed the deal, and I felt his powers surge through me. They were similar to what I had before. I asked Raphael, “You mentioned these powers. How are they different from yours?” He said, “I’m glad you asked. Well, first of all, mine are holy powers, and you still have a trace of them that I’d like to reclaim someday. His powers are not holy.” The dark lord said, “Zeno has something to add to that.” Zeno explained, “I had some holy powers too. So now Nox has them too. I could teach you how to use them, maybe.” The dark lord added, “Not only that, but my powers were enhanced over time by many deals I made with other dragons.” I said, “Great, thank you then. Even if that sounds awful.” He said, “You’re welcome, Nox. Nah, they knew what they were getting into.” Zeno said, “You’re quite polite for being the dark lord Novar.” He said, “I’ve changed a lot, brother. I’m not the same as you remember me. Not much is left of that.”.

A shadow dragon took a couple of steps forward and said, “We’ll miss you, dark lord.” Many others echoed the same sentiment. Raphael nodded and said, “All right, Novar. Please get up. I’ll let you give a final speech to your people if you wish. Then I’ll send you to the second realm.” Zeno asked, “Does this mean that he’ll have to go through the barrier?” Raphael shook his head. “No, I can transport him to the second realm without killing him directly. I know he won’t survive the barrier.” The dark lord asked, “What does the second realm look like?” Raphael said, “We need to talk about that privately. Please, let’s go somewhere else.”

We left the bloody field and reached the city. Then me, Raphael, Zeno, and the dark lord went into a room where no one could hear us. Raphael said, “Let me tell you about the second realm. It’s similar to this one, but empty. You’ll be able to see the living beings of the first realm, but you won’t be able to interact with them or be seen by them. Except for some rare instances, like before when you saw Zeno," the dark lord said, “So I’ll be like an invisible ghost, won’t I?” Raphael said, “Kind of. It’s still better than being trapped behind the barrier or being definitively annihilated by it, and then maybe being sent to a final judgment and condemned. You don’t really deserve this, but I’m kind enough to give you this option.” The dark lord said, “If you say so, then thank you, Raphael. Really.” Raphael said, “Don’t thank me. Thank them for forgiving you. If they didn’t, you would have been sent directly to final judgment like Aura.”

We ended the discussion there. The dark lord prepared his speech for his people with our help. A speech of farewell and hope. He told them not to hide anymore and to take responsibility for their actions as shadow dragons. He also apologized for his mistakes and asked for their forgiveness. He delivered the speech with sincerity and emotion. Everyone listened in silence and accepted his words. It felt like attending a funeral, but some had different reactions. They seemed happy to see him go. Clearly, there were two opposing opinions about the dark lord among his people.

Then Raphael proceeded to send him to the second realm in front of everyone. He turned to me and said, “I think you still have something that belongs to me.” I said, “What makes you think that it’s yours and not mine? You said before that I had the biggest chunk of powers.” He said, “You’re not wrong. Of course, do you know how to use them?” I said, “Eh, not really.” He said, “Then what about the new ones that you got now? Do you know how to use them?” I said, “I think so.” He said, “Then are you going to feel different because of that? Also, if you give them back to me, I’ll be able to return to our world, and you won’t have to leave your family. You’ll stay here and live a beautiful and happy life for as long as you wish.” I said, “All right. Take them.” I gave him my hand, and we shook hands as usual. I didn’t feel any different after that.

I asked him, “What do you mean by ‘as long as you wish’?” Zeno replied, “He’s talking about the small amount of holy powers that you have now. You have immortality and can live as long as you want.” I said, “Oh wow. That sounds great.” Raphael said, “Immortality can be both great and terrible because, unfortunately, after a while you may go insane.” I didn’t know how to reply to that. That made me wonder why he would say that, but I was probably overthinking it or getting paranoid.

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The Greatest Animated Villains of All Time: A Tribute to the Best of the Worst

Are you a fan of animated movies or series? Then you must have encountered some of the most evil and memorable villains that graced the screen. These characters are essential to the plot, providing conflict, suspense, and often comic relief. They are often the driving force behind the hero's journey, and without them, the story would fall flat. In this article, we will take a look at the greatest animated villains of all time, from their wickedness to their iconic designs and memorable quotes.

Introduction

Villains come in all shapes and sizes, from the classic evil witch to the cunning and manipulative mastermind. They can be inspired by real-life personalities or created from scratch, but their impact on the story is undeniable. The best villains are those that evoke strong emotions from the audience, be it fear, hatred, or even empathy. They are often more complex than their heroic counterparts, and their motivations are as varied as their methods. Without further ado, let's dive into the top ten greatest animated villains of all time.

1. Maleficent (Sleeping Beauty, 1959)

Maleficent is a classic Disney villain, known for her sharp wit, magical powers, and iconic horns. She is the embodiment of evil, cursing Princess Aurora to a lifetime of slumber and turning into a giant dragon to fight Prince Phillip. Maleficent is an interesting character because she is not just evil for the sake of it. She is motivated by revenge, as she was not invited to Aurora's christening, and is a proud and powerful fairy who does not take kindly to being snubbed. Her appearance and demeanor have made her one of the most recognizable villains in the Disney universe, inspiring countless adaptations and merchandise.

2. Scar (The Lion King, 1994)

Scar is one of the most cunning and charismatic villains in animated history. Voiced by Jeremy Irons, he is the treacherous brother of Mufasa, who kills him to become the king of the Pride Lands. Scar is known for his sharp tongue, his British accent, and his iconic song "Be Prepared," which he uses to rally his hyena henchmen. He is also a master manipulator, playing on young Simba's naivete to convince him to leave the kingdom and then blaming him for Mufasa's death. Scar is a great villain because he is both funny and menacing, and his downfall is both satisfying and tragic.

3. Ursula (The Little Mermaid, 1989)

Ursula is a larger-than-life villain, both in her physical appearance and her personality. Voiced by Pat Carroll, she is a sea witch who helps Ariel, the Little Mermaid, to become human in exchange for her voice. Ursula is a memorable villain because of her flamboyant style, her maniacal laugh, and her iconic song "Poor Unfortunate Souls." She is also a complex character, with a tragic backstory and a desire for revenge against King Triton, who banished her from his kingdom. Ursula's defeat is one of the most satisfying in Disney history, as Ariel and her friends use their wits and courage to outsmart her.

4. The Joker (Batman: The Animated Series, 1992)

The Joker is one of the most iconic villains in comic book history, and his animated version is no exception. Voiced by Mark Hamill, he is a sadistic and unpredictable criminal who loves chaos and violence. The Joker is a fascinating character because of his relationship with Batman, who represents order and justice. He is also a master of disguise and manipulation, often using his intellect and cunning to carry out his evil schemes. The Joker is a standout villain in the Batman universe and has become a pop culture icon, inspiring numerous adaptations and merchandise.

5. Cruella de Vil (101 Dalmatians, 1961)

Cruella de Vil is one of the most recognizable Disney villains, known for her obsession with fur coats made from Dalmatian puppies. She is a flamboyant and over-the-top character, with a distinctive black and white hairstyle and a raspy voice. Cruella is a great villain because she is both funny and terrifying, and her disregard for the lives of innocent animals makes her an easy character to hate. She is also a great example of how a well-designed villain can elevate a simple story to something memorable and enduring.

6. Hades (Hercules, 1997)

Hades is one of the most entertaining and hilarious villains in Disney's history. Voiced by James Woods, he is a wisecracking god of the underworld who seeks to overthrow Zeus and take over Mount Olympus. Hades is a standout villain because of his unique design, with blue flames for hair and a snappy attitude. He is also a great foil to the hero Hercules, who is everything Hades is not - brave, strong, and honorable. Hades' downfall is both satisfying and hilarious, and his character has become a fan favorite in the Disney universe.

7. Jafar (Aladdin, 1992)

Jafar is a classic Disney villain, known for his cunning, greed, and thirst for power. Voiced by Jonathan Freeman, he is the Grand Vizier of Agrabah, who seeks the genie's lamp to become the most powerful sorcerer in the world. Jafar is a great villain because he is both menacing and sophisticated, using his intellect and charisma to manipulate those around him. He is also a great example of how a well-written villain can elevate a simple story, with his presence making Aladdin a much more exciting and thrilling adventure.

8. Syndrome (The Incredibles, 2004)

Syndrome is a modern animated villain, who stands out for his relatable motivations and complex personality. Voiced by Jason Lee, he is a former fan of Mr. Incredible who becomes a supervillain to seek revenge against his hero. Syndrome is a great villain because he is not just evil for the sake of it. He has a tragic backstory and a desire to be recognized for his genius, which makes him an empathetic character in some ways. He is also a great foil to the Incredibles, who represent the ideal superhero family. Syndrome's downfall is both thrilling and poignant, and his character is a great example of how a well-written villain can elevate an already great story.

9. Shan Yu (Mulan, 1998)

Shan Yu is a menacing and intimidating villain, known for his brute strength and uncompromising nature. Voiced by Miguel Ferrer, he is the leader of the Huns, who seeks to conquer China and prove his superiority over the Chinese people. Shan Yu is a great villain because he is both terrifying and formidable, and his presence makes Mulan a much more exciting and dramatic story. He is also a great foil to Mulan, who represents the ideal of Chinese honor and bravery. Shan Yu's defeat is both satisfying and tense, and his character is a great example of how a well-designed villain can elevate a simple story to something epic and unforgettable.

10. Amon (The Legend of Korra, 2012)

Amon is a modern animated villain, who stands out for his unique motivations and ideology. Voiced by Steve Blum, he is the charismatic leader of the Equalists, a group that seeks to overthrow the bending elite and create equality for non-benders. Amon is a great villain because he is not just a stereotypical power-hungry antagonist, but a complex character with a tragic backstory and a compelling philosophy. He is also a great foil to the hero Korra, who represents the ideal of bending mastery and balance. Amon's ultimate plan and downfall are both shocking and poignant, and his character is a great example of how a well-written villain can elevate an already great story.

The Greatest Animated Villains of All Time: FAQs

Q1. What makes a great animated villain? A great animated villain is someone who is not just evil for the sake of it, but has relatable motivations and a complex personality. They should be well-designed and unique, with a distinctive voice and mannerisms. A great villain should also be a foil to the hero, with a contrasting personality and goals that make the story more exciting and meaningful. Q2. Who is the most iconic animated villain? The most iconic animated villain is probably Maleficent from Sleeping Beauty, who is known for her menacing presence, distinctive horns and cape, and iconic line "Now shall you deal with me, O Prince, and all the powers of Hell!" She has become a pop culture icon, inspiring numerous adaptations and merchandise. Q3. Can animated villains be sympathetic characters? Yes, animated villains can be sympathetic characters if they have relatable motivations and a tragic backstory. A well-written villain can make the audience understand their point of view, even if they don't agree with their actions. Q4. Are animated villains important to the success of a story? Yes, animated villains are important to the success of a story, as they provide a contrasting personality and goals to the hero, and create conflict and tension that make the story more exciting and meaningful. A well-written villain can elevate a simple story to something epic and unforgettable. In conclusion, the greatest animated villains of all time are those that stand out for their unique design, compelling personality, and memorable moments. Maleficent, Scar, The Queen, The Joker, Cruella de Vil, Hades, Jafar, Syndrome, Shan Yu, and Amon are all great examples of animated villains that have left a lasting impression on audiences. They are villains that we love to hate, and their presence has made the stories they appear in much more exciting and meaningful. Whether they are classic Disney villains or modern animated villains, these characters will continue to inspire and entertain for generations to come. Also read: The Best Animated Movies You Haven’t Seen Yet “Thank you for visiting Animaders! If you enjoyed this content, please consider liking and subscribing to our website for more amazing content. Your support helps us create even more great content and keep Animaders growing. Thanks again!” Read the full article

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Okay so in my literature class we read one of those classic short stories and analyzed them. We read “The Most Dangerous Game” because our professor just wanted to give us a small text so we could relax before exams start and the entire time I read the story I was thinking “wait why is this kinda hot cry” 😭. The story is about this guy who ends up on this island that has a bad reputation, but he doesn’t know why it has a bad reputation. He finds like a castle or something and is immediately greeted by a big strong dude who is ready to kill him. Before the big string dude could do anything though, this handsome, tall guy stops the dude. The handsome guy introduces himself as a general who now lives on this island. The handsome guy used to be an aristocrat in Russia before the revolution and he fought in the military too. Apparently though, this guy is big into hunting. But he doesn’t hunt animals anymore, he hunts people. He said that it’s more fun to hunt people because they can think and stuff. The general wasn’t originally gonna hunt the main character, but the main character pissed him off by telling him that he was murdering people. So the deal is if the main character can successfully escape getting hunted by the general (who has like superhuman hunting abilities) then he gets to leave the island and go free. The rest of the text is the main character outsmarting the general and him winning the game. Now imagine the general is a Younghoon. Younghoon who opens the door not to see some random sailor dude, but to see me. He’s immediately in love and treats me like a princess from minute one. I’m there happy as hell because I found another person and shelter on his unfamiliar island and the host is super hot and lowkey flirting with me. The happy flirty peace would eventually come to an end when one day I hear screams and come out only to find him covered in blood and dismembering this recently dead guy. He’d explain to me his whole “man hunting” game but assures me he would never do the same to me! I just start avoiding him for the next couple days and he’s kinda mad, but he stays calm because he understands figuring out your host is a murderer can be slightly overwhelming. One day I’ll approach him and he’d be so happy! He’d pull me into his lap and start peppering my face with kisses and coddling me. He’d ask what brought me out and I’d have to explain that I want to leave. I make up some bs excuse about how I miss my friends and family and how it’s totally not because I don’t wanna live with a murderer. He’d be absolutely furious and tell me no and how id have to stay with him. He calms down after a bit and makes a deal with me. If I could successfully evade him for 3 days, he'd let me go home. If not, then I'm all his. In the end though, he'd keep me aa his either way ❤️

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The way i was gripping my chair. Like i was GRIPPING the mfkr, my nails making indents in the wood

First of all the book itself sounds intriguing as hell like it sounds like something id obsess over and read in a few hours

Second of all you are absolutely right!!! That sounds just like hoonie. I can already see his condescending smile behind my eyelids as he forces you to believe you’re the safest as long as youre under his observation <3

#˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Adonis Speaks #˚₊·➴ My Lovely 🍞

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“Warrior” Chapter 7

Character Name: Lura (She/Her)

Chapter 7: <previous

Note: implied sexual things. (I would like to include some more rated R stuff but not yet)

When they arrived to Tatooine, Lura instructed Boba to land the Slave I to hangar bay 3-5. Peli lit up when she was the female Mandalorian.

“Where is your brother?” asks Peli when she saw Fennec and Boba climb out of the ship.

“He’s hunting on his own, we need to leave the ship here for a while,” says Lura.

“It’s gonna cost ya, you don’t have the green little guy, do you?” asks Peli.

“No,” answers Lura.

Peli only nods and walks towards the ship inspecting it.

“Never seen one like this in person, read about them,” comments Peli.

“It doesn’t need any repairs we just need to keep it here for the time being, you will get paid to keep it safe,” says Boba.

Peli looks over at Lura, “This your friend?” she asks.

Lura nods.

“Lucky for you I know Lura here well, I owed her a favor from last she was here,” says Peli.

Lura shakes her head at the smaller woman, remembering the frog lady.

Boba only nodded and handed Peli a back with more credits than was necessary. Peli eagerly placed it in her pocket and left for her table sitting next to her droids. Without another word all three left to go to the palace. Unfortunately, Boba and Lura had jet pack, but Fennec did not, so they opted to rent three speeders.

Once they arrived on the outskirts of the palace, all three walked to the palace's back entrance, the kitchens. Boba assured her that none of the cooks would alert of any danger, too busy cooking a feast for Fortuna.

As Boba said the kitchen was filled with droid and cooks, but they were not here for them, Boba led the way while both Fennec and Lura watched his back. The took out any guards in their way, until they reached the throne room, there Fennec and Lura descended the stairs and found Bib Fortuna siting in the throne, delighted to see actions.

Lura noticed the chained girl and shot at the chains releasing her. Both Fennec and Lura pointed their weapons at the robust twi’lek.

When Boba climbed down the stairs to enter the throne room he approached the Twi’lek who cheerily welcomed him back. Boba shot him and Fortuna slumped back, Boba pushed him forwards off the throne. He took a seat on it and took in the sight of the empty throne room.

“We need to hire people to spread the word, there is a Daimyo in Mos Espa,” informed Fennec.

Boba nods,” We will need a staff,” he adds.

“You can always hire the ones that are here already,” suggests Lura.

“I’ll talk to them too,” says Fennec.

Fennec leaves to complete her tasks, leaving Boba and Lura alone.

“Come,” says Boba.

Lura frowns behind her helmet but climbed up the steps where the throne was.

“When I was a boy I came here, only knowing what my father had taught me. I outsmarted Jabba and he gave me a chance,” says Boba.

“How old were you?” asks Lura.

“I was a boy of 10 maybe 11, my father had been killed in Geonosis,” informs Boba.

“You were too young to be a bounty hunter,” points out Lura.

“Yes, but my father had told me to find knowledge from Jabba the Hutt, and I did. I learned to survive and be ruthless,” says Boba.

Lura nods.

“Come sit by my side,” says Boba.

Lura moves to sit in one of the arm rests of the throne, but Boba stops her.

“Sit next to me, this throne is big enough for the both of us,” says Boba.

Lura sits next to Boba on the throne, her thigh touching his.

“We will have a lot of work to do,” says Boba.

“We will,” confirms Lura.

“But we will do it you, Fennec and I,” says Boba.

Lura nods her helmeted head.

Boba stands and reaches his hand out to help her stand, she places her gloved hand in his outstretched one.

“Let’s explore,” says Boba.

Lura nods climbing down the steps next to Boba.

The Palace was the same as Boba remembered, the highest level had luxurious rooms, the bottom floors still held the dungeon and the rancor pit, and the Bounty Hunter Quarters were still as disgusting as he remembered.

“We will sleep in the upper level, the rooms there are more comfortable,” informs Boba.

Fennec had a bottle of Spotchka in her grasp, she nodded and entered the nearest room. Lura went to go the room next to Fennec’s but was stopped by Boba.

“I would like to have a room next to yours,” says Boba.

Lura just nods and follows behind him.

When they reached the farthest room from Fennec, Boba opened the door. Lura turned to enter the room next to his.

“You will need a bacta tank,” informs Lura.

Boba smiles at her words.

“Then I will have no need for my bed, you could lay in it,” says Boba.

Lura froze and chuckled. “You sly man,” she says.

“I would like to share more than my bed with you, little warrior,” admits Boba.

“Perhaps someday, but not tonight, we both need rest,” says Lura.

Boba of course agrees feeling his eyes grown heavy.

“Good night, Boba,” says Lura entering the door next to his room.

“Good night,” he answered a little too late.

Boba entered his room and lay on the large bed. He fell asleep once his head hit the pillow. He dreamt about his father. But it was unlike other times, this one was a good dream. He sat on the table next to Lura while his father sat across from him with a female Mandalorian sitting next to him as well.

“This is Dia,” introduces Jango.

“Hello Dia,” says Boba shyly, feeling as if he was a ten-year-old standing before a friend of his father.

“This is my Mandalorian warrior son,” explains Jango, who hadn't aged a day.

Dia removes her helmet and smiles warmly at Boba, “Hello Boba, I've heard a lot about you,” she says.

“I see you’ve found your own warrior,” comments Jango.

Boba nods and looks at Lura next to him only smiles and places her hand in his. Boba started getting a warm feeling in his chest as he smiled at her as well.

“I see a little one in your future, maybe more,” comments Jango.

Boba turns to look at his father shocked, Dia smacks Jango’s shoulder and scolds him. Jango just chuckles at the playful assault.

Out of nowhere the scene changes, now Boba is standing looking at the throne and Jango walks in and stands next to him. Boba turns to look at his father and Jango smiles at his son.

“I am proud of you; I was with you all this time. I taught you all I could. It pained me that you saw my death and you had to live with that burden,” says Jango.

Boba behind his helmet only nods. He holds back his tears and tries not to think of his father's headless body hitting the floor and all the time he travelled alone, angry.

“Boba, I will give you one more advise before I go,” says Jango.

Biba only nods.

“Don’t worry you will be a great father and husband. You and Lura will have each other till the end. Dia and I will make sure of it,” says Jango.

Boba removes his helmet and lunges at his father's arms, “I missed you buir,” he says.

Jango hugs back, tightly, “I know son, but you will have more to live for now, a purpose,” he comforts.

Boba closed his eyes tightly, but when he opened them Jango was gone, and he was holding on to a pillow. With a sight Boba gets out of bed and gets dressed for a long day of planning and organizing.

When he left his room he entered the dining room, which was filled with laughter and voices. Lura was sitting next to Fennec while a couple of cooks brought a tray of fruits.

“Boss glad you joined us, I was about to send Lura to collect your bounty,” says Fennec.

Lura just chuckles and gestures to the seat next to her, the head of the table. Boba walked over the seed and sat next to her.

“Holric here agreed to stay as our cook, for a wage of course,” says Fennec.

“And Jacalyc, Magala, and Tibbita have also agreed to stay in their positions as house staff, since they say they know this palace like the back of their hands,” says Lura.

Boba nods in agreement and one of the house staff giggled.

“I have heard stories of you my lord Fett. How you treated Jabba’s dancers so well,” comments Magala the boldest of the three.

Fennec lifts her eyebrows and looks over at her boss, Lura says nothing only starts collecting some fruit into her plate. Boba gages Lura’s reaction, but the house staff seems to not pick up on the out of line words she has spoken.

“Perhaps if you are willing, I would be more than happy to assist you my lord,” continues Magala.

The other two women notice the tense energy coming from the new daimyo and nudge Magala to be quiet.

Lura does not look up from her plate, she starts to eat her fruit as if she hadn’t heard anything. She was jealous, but she did not know why, that was Boba before meeting her. Then again, she was insecure, she had no experience having a lover or a romantic partner. The only thing close to that was Paz Vizsla's marriage proposal when she had just turned of age. She had awkwardly stood there while Din told him to stay aways from his sister. Oh, how she wished Din were there with her. He brought her comfort. Fennec could tell that the quiet Mandalorian sitting next to her was uncomfortable with the topic the new house staff was talking about.

“Magala, why don’t you and the other two go to the kitchen and help Holric clean,” says Fennec.

“I was just offering my services to the daimyo,” defends Magala.

“Your services will not be necessary,” says Boba not taking his eyes off Lura.

Magala angry looks at Lura and back to Boba. She is about to say something when the Twi’lek Tibbita pulls her towards the kitchen. Fennec stood taking her plate filled with fruit and followed the three women, before closing the door behind her. Now alone, Boba stands and collects some fruit from the platter, then he sits back down. But he doesn’t eat any of the fruits he just stares at Lura who has her head down eating the rest of her fruit. He remembers what his father told hm in the dream, he and Lura would be together for the rest of their lives. Boba reaches out and grabs Lura’s hand that is resting on the table.

“I’m sorry,” he apologizes.

“For what?” she asks.

“For what she said, I’m sorry for not stopping any more words from coming out of her mouth,” says Boba.

Lura shrugs but doesn’t look at him. This causes Boba to sigh.

“My little warrior, that was a long time ago, that was the bounty hunter before the sarlacc,” says Boba.

Lura stands and sighs, “Fennec and I will be going into towns to collect supplies,” she says as she starts walking towards the door.

Boba stands up and follows Lura, grabbing her arm and pulling her towards him.

“I’ll go with you for the supplies,” says Boba.

Lura says nothing only pulls her arm aways form him. She says nothing as she walks to her room to collect her weapons. There is a knock on her door, and she opens it to reveal Fennec. Lura shakes her head and opens the door wider.

“I can fire Magala,” says Fennec.

Lura frowns and looks at Fennec, “why would you do that?” she asks.

“Girl talks out of line, doesn’t know when to shut up,” says Fennec.

“What kind of message would that send? That we fire employees because they speak their minds?” says Lura.

“She was doing more than speaking her mind Lura, she was offering herself to Fett,” says Fennec.

“He is a grown man, Fennec. He can do as he pleases,” says Lura.

Fennec looks at Lura who is now wearing her helmet. “I thought since I saw you two … you know kissing that you and Fett were together,” she says.

“No, we aren’t,” says Lura.

“He thinks you are,” says Fennec.

“Then I'll have to remind him I am just doing this as a favor, for helping me and Din with the kid,” says Lura.

“He did that because he likes you,” says Fennec.

Lura just sighs and turns to the door, “Fennec, I want to go collect the supplies we need before sundown, Fett says he’s coming with me instead,” she says.

“Fett?” says Fennec alarmed, “you mean Boba," she continues.

“I should have never called him by his name, it was unprofessional, he is my boss in a way,” says Lura.

“Listen, you two like each other, why the change?” asks Fennec.

“Look Fennec, I don’t think I'm made for relationships. I should not have brought Fett’s hopes up,” says Lura.

Fennec shakes her head but follows the Mandalorian to the hall, where Boba is waiting in his armor and helmet. Lura just nods and walks past him. Boba looks at Fennec, “have your comm on at all times,” he says.

Fennec nods and turns on her comm. Boba nods and follows Lura to the main entrance where they both fly to the town.

In the town many people stop and look at the two armored individuals walking beside each other. Lura keeps a professional distance from Boba, even though he tries to walk closer to her the more people stop and stare.

“We should split up, we can get the supplies faster,” suggest Lura.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea Mesh’la,” says Boba.

“It is a hot day, Fett. I want to get out of the sun as quickly as possible,” says Lura.

Boba frowns his brow and look at Lura, did... did she just call me Fett? Not Boba? He stood there frozen for a couple of minutes, “Very well, I’ll collect some weapons you collect any medical supplies we might need,” he says ignoring the pang on his chest.

Lura just nods and walks ahead; he just stands there and looks at her walk away. An older woman talks up to Boba and pulls him to her booth.

“I haven’t seen a Mandalorian for a long time,” she comments, “Now I have seen two,” she continues with a grin.

Boba just nods.

“You must be the fellow that took over the palace,” comments the woman.

“I am Boba Fett,” he says.

The older woman nods and gestures to her table filled with trinkets. “Please my lord pick any piece you’d think lady Fett would like,” she says.

“She is not Lady Fett, unfortunately,” says Boba.

“A lovers quarrel, my late husband and I partook in many of those, and he never failed to woe me back,” says the woman with a smile.

“We’ve never argued, she found out something about my past, I was a casanova of sorts,” says Boba.

“Then you must speak with her, fight for your love,” she says.

Boba shakes his head not believing that he is venting to a random vendor.

“Here, this is the one it matches the color of her armor, she can wear it beneath it,” says the older woman handing him a copper heart pendant with a matching chain.

“Make Mandalorian babies, show her you love her only,” says the woman.

Boba nods and places some credits on the table, ignoring the woman’s protests. He places the necklace on his pouch and walks to a weapons vendor. Blasters, rifles, detonators, and anything that could be lethal, he arranges most to be taken to the palace. He leaves the shop to look for Lura who is being talked to by the older woman, the same one who he had spoken to. He approaches, but Lura only turned slight to look at him.

“Look dear I want to give you this book, it had different ways to be a lover. You'll need for when you are married,” says the woman. .

Boba awkwardly coughs. Lura confused opens the book and is met by a drawing of two people being intimate, she closes it fast and clears her throat.

“Very kind of you, but I cannot accept,” says Lura handing it back to the woman.

“Trust me my girl, you will need it. It is how I conceived my children, all 6 of them,” says the woman.

“Six?” gasps Lura.

Boba again clears his throat and places more credits on the old woman’s table and leads Lura away. Once far enough away Lura hands him the book,

“Here Fett, you can find a use for it,” she says before flying off back to the palace.

Boba huffs, he wondered what he was going to have to do to make her understand that it was his past, and she was his present.

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