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aintinacage · 5 months
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You should have left your armor on for that.
William Shakespeare’s Avengers (Part 22/?)
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fkinavocado · 2 years
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In which you’ve got textbook daddy issues and when your tool of a younger brother brings a sweet doe eyed girlfriend home for Thanksgiving and you end up offering her a ride home, you meet just the man to fix them.
Daddy issues- Masterlist, Author’s Note & Warnings
Chapter 21 / alternatively, read on wattpad
Chapter 22 (Word count: 4k)
About a month had passed since that very eventful evening. Harry was right, nothing could take away from the joy having told each other “I love you” had brought. Not even all the chaos that had led up to that point. 
Looking back, you remembered none of the bad stuff. You’d been on cloud nine, ever since. Harry wouldn’t even discuss you going back to live in another city when you could work remotely just fine, and in truth you didn’t want to go live 2 hours away from him either. So, at his suggestion, you’d been practically living together ever since that day, more or less straight out of your already impromptu California bag. You didn’t even go back once to your place to get more of your stuff, but you hadn’t needed anything since you were working from home and barely put on any clothes to begin with.
The two of you were acting as though you were on your honeymoon. That’s what it felt like. You’d had a trial run on your trip together but this was something else entirely. Harry sometimes worked from home but mostly he had to go in office, and on site to various projects he was overlooking, and when he’d come back home you felt your heart swell. You’d never imagined you could enjoy this domestic angle to a relationship. But you loved waiting for him to come back home to you. You missed him as soon as he left out the door and couldn’t wait to see him come back to you. You were someone who normally valued alone time a lot, but with Harry you never felt smothered or like you needed time to yourself. You knew it was healthy to spend time apart but you weren’t yet ready to share him with the outside world. You felt it was unfair the two of you had to work when you had much more important stuff to do, like making love all day.
Harry of course was over the moon to have you all to himself. He loved throwing his briefcase on the dining room table when he got back from work, even when you were already on the couch next to it, and yelling “Honey, I’m home!”, the biggest, brightest grin on his face. To which you’d respond in various ways, his favourite seemingly the one where you hitched up the already skimpy piece of clothing you would lounge around the house in, spreading your thighs widely and revealing your naked core to him, and saying “Nuh-huh, daddy. Here’s your home, balls deep inside me”. 
Harry went feral the first time you pulled that stunt on him.
You even spent Valentine’s tucked away from the world as well. Harry kept you in bed all day. He started by having his own “breakfast” in bed. Then he brought you your (actual) breakfast in bed, on a proper tray and everything, even adorned with a singular dwarf sunflower and insisted on spoon feeding you and also that you don’t cover your breasts while you eat so that he can lick trails of strawberry jam off your nipples. 
Then, needles to say you were all sticky and you had to take a shower together so he could make sure you’re squeaky clean, but only after he fucked you silly and let you have your own sticky desert at the end. You then got back in bed and Harry rested his head in your lap (he still insisted you don’t cover your breasts with the bedsheet) reading poetry out loud to you from his favourite author, he’d underlined his copy all week in preparation. You just carded your fingers through his curls and looked at him dreamily, enjoying the slow cadence of his deep voice and that’s how you fell asleep in the afternoon, him mouthing at your breasts to his heart’s content. 
He woke you up though, just as the february sun was setting early, he had more in store for you. He wanted to edge you while you read him back some of the poems he picked, you had to make sure you didn’t stutter, otherwise he’d stop. He didn't let you come for nearly an hour, lapping lazily at your pussy, his head resting in the crease of your thigh, fingers pumping slowly inside you. And after all that, he fucked you- hard, and you soaked the bedding. 
He next ran a bath for both of you, even lit up candles all around the tub, used your special bath bombs and propped up a chair with a rom-com to watch on his laptop as you sat between his legs and he massaged shampoo into your scalp until you groaned in bliss. 
He changed the bed linen and got dinner ready while you blow dried your hair. He made you your favorite, pasta carbonara from scratch and coupled it with your preferred wine but pouted at you for putting on clothes, although he’d also put on sweatpants, as you’d pointed out, so he let it slide. 
Since you were (partially) dressed you asked for a late night car ride and Harry was pleased to indulge you. You held hands over the console while soppy valentine’s day music played over the radio, and you ended up nodding off, your temple against the window. He drove back home, gently took you back into bed and you didn’t wake up until he tried to wiggle you out of your jeans so that you’d be comfy. You were in his arms, ready to fall back asleep but there was just one thing missing, and he was more than willing when you asked to cockwarm him, but you ended up making slow, unhurried love instead.
Needless to say, it’d been a Valentine’s Day you wouldn’t be forgetting too soon.
All in all, living with Harry had been a smoother transition than you’d have ever imagined it to be. You still kept your lease on your flat for the time being, but Harry had been hinting at figuring out something in the near future, a clean slate for both of you. 
Maybe another state, somewhere warmer since both of you seemed to enjoy it better, it was up to your hearts’ desire, really. He felt like there was no real reason to stick around, especially now that Emily was away for college in another state anyway and likely wouldn’t ever move back to her hometown afterwards.
Speaking of Emily, that was the only thing putting a damper on all of this.
Harry tried hiding it from you, but he wasn’t fooling anyone. You knew it was affecting him badly. He really hadn’t anticipated Emily to hold this big of a grudge over the whole thing- she wouldn’t talk to him at all. You tried not to pry, let him tell you what little he wanted to, but he didn’t want to talk about it at all. And you didn’t want to push him. You’d told him you were there for him if he ever wanted to talk about it but he always reassured you it’d be fine eventually and to not worry about it. 
But you were worrying about it. 
He was so sad sometimes that you could hardly do anything to get his mind off things. He had every right to be sad about it. You knew how special his bond with his daughter was, and of course you couldn’t help but feel responsible for all of it.
You, on the other hand, hadn’t spoken at all with your family either but for very different reasons. They hadn’t tried getting in touch either. All you knew about them anymore was coming from Niall, that over the top lawyer Harry had. The whole thing was a legal mess. Yes, Harry had paid a fine for public misdemeanour, luckily your father was alright so there was no solid ground for any further charges against him (he did deliver just that one punch, to be fair-- but luckily the fall your father took hadn’t been fatal or very serious even); but the whole thing with Derek and the drugs he’d planted on Emily was ongoing. These things are slow like that, at least that’s what Niall had said, and Harry was upset that this was hanging over his daughter’s head for as long as it had been, but you had no choice but to go through the albeit slow legal process of it all. Harry had turned in the evidence he had from the private detective he’d hired to keep an eye on Derek (and for good reason, as it turned out), so it was really just a matter of waiting it out, the outcome was surely in your favour but still it was upsetting that it was taking so long.
You hated seeing Harry so thorn over it. But there was nothing you could do except trust him that in time Emily would turn around… though you doubted it. You never told him as much, of course. You had much different issues with your own father, but still you tried putting yourself in her shoes and it wasn’t pretty, you could admit it. Had she not had to find out about it this way, maybe things would have been much different; as it was though, you could imagine the shock Emily must’ve had when it all came crashing down on her like that, and she’d already been quite shaken up about the whole thing with Derek, emotionally, but not to mention its legal ramifications also.
It was with her in mind that you snapped out of your reverie when you heard a loud noise from across the hall. You were home alone that day, working (or supposed to be working when you were not too busy daydreaming about Harry) and with a quick glance at the time on your work laptop you realized he was unusually early. It wasn’t that Harry had a clear schedule, a 9 to 5 job, but you could gauge how long he’d be away by now, and also, he’d usually text you on his way home asking for your preference on what you should have for dinner. He loved picking up fresh groceries and loved cooking with said groceries almost on a daily basis if he wasn’t too tired from work. 
As you were processing all of this the noises got louder and you decided to go see what he was up to, a bit upset that he hadn’t stopped by the bedroom first to check in on you. Usually you would work from the dining room table but today you’d felt particularly lazy and work had been slow. Maybe it was because he disliked it when you were displaying this level of laziness. He’d never told you, but you could tell he couldn’t understand how you could work from bed when he had a perfectly fit office you could use, or the dining room table at the very least. When he worked from home, he always used the office and he would change out of his usual sweatpants he wore on lazy weekends. He didn’t suit up or anything (that would’ve been a touch too crazy, even for Harry’s workaholic ways) but he wore something he would wear on a casual day out maybe, he said it put him in a work mindset. You of course just thought he was mental. But you kept that to yourself, just like he did when it came to your working from bed sometimes. You did wonder whether he’d snap one of these days, the idea too much for his OCD, and maybe today was the day, seeing as he didn’t come to greet you and went straight for what sounded like the kitchen.
You trotted across the hallway and when you realized the kitchen was clear you were scared half to death when a young woman that you then recognized as Emily came out of her bedroom next to it. 
“Fuck! You scared the living hell out of me!” you laughed out incredulously, clutching your oversized t-shirt to your chest over your rapidly beating heart.
Emily didn’t find it funny in the least though, considering the death stare she was casting upon you “You’re here.”
You cleared your throat, trying to compose yourself “Uhm, yes, I am. I wasn’t expecting anyone… sorry” 
Emily scanned you head to toe in disdain “Clearly. Maybe you should’ve. This is my house. Well. It’s my dad’s, but I live here too”
You felt yourself blush. She was right, of course. You weren’t even wearing any underwear, but Harry’s old t-shirt was long enough to ensure your modesty “I only meant… Harry didn’t say you were coming over”
“He doesn’t know I’m here. I came for my stuff. Luckily for you, you won’t have to worry about unannounced visitors anymore, I’m clearing out my room”
“Emily…” 
“Nope. Don’t wanna hear it. I didn’t see your car up front, otherwise I wouldn’t have come in. Don’t wanna see your face as much as I don’t want to see his”
“It’s… it’s in the shop. Harry insisted he’d have his mechanic look over it…” you cleared your throat, you were rambling “Listen, Emily, I know it’s not my place, but--”
“You’re right, it’s not, so shut it. I’m here now so I’ll just get this over with. Go ahead and go back to laying around half naked all day while my dad breaks his back at work for you or whatever it is you do all day”
“... Excuse me?”
Emily rolled her eyes “I don’t give a fuck. Just get out of my face. Better not find anything missing from my room, though.”
You stepped closer then “Emily, I get that you’re upset, I really do, but this is crossing a line”
“Ha!” she laughed incredulously, getting closer too “Crossing a line, am I? Look who’s talking! Little miss <<let me drive you home and seduce your dad while I'm at it>> herself”
You gasped “I… Wow. I did not-- Emily, whatever you think it is that happened you’re imagining it all wrong. I didn’t set out to seduce anyone! And no one seduced anyone, what do you think is going on here exactly?”
She shrugged “You’re just taking advantage of my dad being lonely. Saw his place, figured he was doing well for himself. I saw yours and know you aren’t, or at least your parents aren’t. Lord knows Derek has been complaining about them not affording stuff for him”
“What!?-- They just bought him a car, whereas I had to take a loan from my father for mine. And this doesn’t even concern you! And most of all- how dare you imply I’m after your father’s money!?”
She scoffed “Why else are you here then? Sure, dad is a sweetheart-- but he’s old!”
“He’s not old, he’s older, there’s a difference!” you furrowed your brows “He had you very young, and I’m not your age, Emily. I’m 26. He’s 42. Sure, there’s a significant age gap, but stop treating him like he’s a senior citizen and I’m underage. You’re blowing this way out of proportion!’ 
“Oh, am I? He could be a grandfather!”
Your eyes widened and immediately dropped to her midsection. You noticed how she fidgeted under your gaze but before you could open your mouth further you heard the front door and heard Harry’s amused voice before you saw him making his way to you “Are you watching those despicable housewives show again? They just won’t stop bickering, huh?”
The sweet grin on his face faded instantaneously as he froze in place the moment he laid eyes on the two of you. Nobody was saying anything so you cleared your throat “I’ll give you guys some privacy” and meant to walk away but Emily snapped
“No, stay. I want you to hear what I’ve got to tell him, too”
“Ems…”
“No, dad, you don’t get to sweet talk your way out of this. I came to get my stuff, only to bump into your half naked… plaything! Do you have any idea how mortifying this is? This is my home, too! You were so quick to replace me, weren’t you?! Hell, she’s about my age, why not let her be your new pretend daughter? Ugh. I’m gonna be sick. All of this is sick… You’re sick!”
“Emily.” Harry’s stern voice surprised even you, you could feel your blood freeze in your veins, but to your shock, she continued
“No, no. You are! I was just telling her how sick and perverted this whole thing is! You’re old! Why can’t you act your age? And, are you really that gullible? She’s clearly sticking around for as long as she can profit off of you. What is wrong with men?! I can’t believe you turned out to be just another sick bastard, like all of them! Not only that, but you’re apparently also violent?! What the hell is wrong with you!? My whole life has been a lie! You’re not the man I thought you were, not in the least!”
Your downcast eyes peeped a look at Harry and you could tell that under all that angry facade his heart was shattering. Emily was being brutal. And he had to sit there and take it with a brave face, be the father she was falsely accusing him not to be “You stop this right this instance! I won’t allow it! Like it or not, I’m still your father and you will not raise your voice at me, let alone judge me. You’re wrong, by the way, terribly so, but you’re too much of a child to see it. You’ve done some terrible mistakes, Emily, ones I’ve clearly warned you about, yet you have the nerve to cast judgement on what I’m doing?! Since when do you think that’s acceptable?”
“I--”
“Shut it. I don’t want to hear it! You’ve said enough. I’m terribly disappointed in you, Emily. I wanted to talk to you, explain all of this in a mature, adult conversation, since I thought you were grown enough to have one, but things that were out of my control escalated in such a manner that you had to see and hear things that you shouldn’t have- not like that, at least. And for that, I’m sorry. But I won’t apologise for my personal decisions, I don’t even have to explain them to you! My love life is none of your business! Whom I date is none of your business! I’m not bringing a woman home telling you this is your new stepmother, something you didn’t second guess as a child when your mother did it- but somehow I’m held responsible now that you’re all grown and away for college? I wanted to tell you because I love you and I want us to always be as close as we’ve ever been. I couldn’t tell you the way I wanted to, but I never imagined you’d end up saying such vile things about a person you don’t even know, at the end of the day!”
“Oh, but I do know her! I know her and her brother and that whole awful family of theirs! They’re nothing but scammers, dad. And you’re falling for it!--”
“I won’t have it, Emily, I’m not letting this go any further. You’re blinded by hatred. I can’t believe half the things you’ve said to me today! This is not the kind, gentle soul I’ve helped raise from as small as my own two palms!” he held his hands before him and you could see he was fighting off tears but was losing the battle 
“And you’re not the father I thought you were! Stop trying to spin this on its head and make me the bad guy! You’ve kept things from me, I don’t even recognize you any more!”
“That’s not true! Nothing changed, if you would just stop whining like a brat and start acting your age I would try talking to you about it! But you’ve hurt me, Emily! This is the woman I love you’re spitting venom at!”
“Love!? Please! Are you kidding me right now? And what about me, your own daughter! You’re really picking her over me!?” her voice was wavering now as well, and you could see tears well up in her own eyes too
“There’s never been a matter of choice, Ems. You’re my kid, I’ll love you no matter what, always, even now when you’re being so awful! But that doesn’t mean you get to say and do whatever you want! Why are you being like this? Do you not want to see me happy?”
Emily groaned in frustration, wiping her tears away “I can’t believe you right now! You are! You are choosing her over me!”
“Petal--”
“No! No, no, no!” she shrieked, covering her ears “I don’t wanna hear it! This is sickening! She could be your daughter, what the hell is wrong with you!? Stop it, stop! It’s either her or me! Understand?”
“No, it’s not, Emily” his voice was back to being stern, she was losing her grasp on reality and Harry needed to be a grounding presence so that she could snap out of her histeria “You stop it! You’re acting like a child!”
“I don’t care!” she shouted, stomping past you and into his face “If you have any semblance of decency in you you’ll end this! You hear me? It’s either her or me! I mean it! I can’t be around you when you’re going to act like a sick twisted old man with a Lolita kink! That’s not my father! I won’t accept it!”
You covered your face at her words, it was unbearable. They must’ve just stared eachother down for a beat because next thing you knew you heard the front door again and Emily was gone.
You watched Harry stare at his feet, his hands on his hips, chewing nervously on his lower lip and you finally whispered “Oh my God…”
His eyes snapped back up at you, almost as though he’d momentarily forgotten you were in the room and the more he looked into your eyes  the more you could see his own shine, tears threatening to spill and you quickly made your way towards him, pulling him into a tight hug. He hugged you back just as tight and then you felt him shake violently in your arms, quiet sobs he was trying to muffle rattling through his whole body
“Oh, baby…” you cradled the back of his head in the crook of your neck and tried soothing him, but he was beyond his breaking point. You realized you couldn’t hold him upright anymore and you both kneeled to the floor where you felt you could handle holding his upper body in your arms. He was leaning his entire weight on you, and he was much heavier than you’d ever realized until then. He was truly heartbroken, you’d never seen him like this “Shhhh… it’s ok, it’s gonna be ok…”
He shook his head, and you felt just how wet he’d gotten your t-shirt on that side “She’s never gonna get over it”
“She will. She’ll come around…”
“No, she won’t” he gasped for air and you cradled his face in your hands. His eyes were bloodshot, he looked a mess. You’d never seen him this shattered. You’d never seen anyone like this. It broke your heart in ways you never knew were even possible “I know her. She’s not gonna let this go. She’ll never understand”
You gulped, searching his eyes. He was utterly heartbroken. 
And it was all your fault.
“Please stop crying, baby. I can’t see you like this” you let out a sob you didn’t know you were holding in “I can’t. It’s breaking my heart. Please, I can’t see you hurt like this”
Harry pulled you into his arms then but you could tell he was still crying. He pressed his cheek to the top of your head and you could literally feel his heavy yet silent tears wet your hair “You’re right” he tried to sound calm but you knew he was holding back for you now and that made you feel even worse “She’ll turn around”
But you both knew that was a lie you were telling eachother but not to yourselves. Emily was not going to budge. So much was clear to you both.
He had to choose. 
And he would never make the choice. He’d never be able to live with himself no matter what he chose.
“It’ll be ok. I promise, Harry” you held him tight, squeezing your eyes shut and yet a fresh stream of tears still made their way between your lashes. You knew, in that moment, that you had to make the choice for him. “I love you...”
Chapter 23
A/N: DON'T KILL ME 💀! REMEMBER, THIS IS NOT THE LAST CHAPTER 😅
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thewritingowl · 2 months
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It'd been six months.
Six months since Danny joined the Waynes. Six months since the craziness of the Fentons and the trials and the GIW happened. Six months of Danny acclimating to his new family, realizing that he no longer had to live in fear. Danny loved his new life, and he'd been enjoying every moment of the past six months with his family. Now, however, Danny was facing his greatest challenge yet.
Finding the perfect birthday present for Damian.
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donnovien · 1 year
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Yellow: Feel free to call me J-
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ejzah · 7 months
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A/N: We have entered firm M territory with this chapter. Hope it doesn’t seem too out of place, but you know, best to take advantage of a kid free night. And for those who were waiting for this moment, you’re welcome.
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In Miss Blye’s Class, Part 22
Having Kensi in his arms, surrounding him was better than Deeks could ever imagine. And he’d imagined it quite a bit since the night they’d kissed on the front porch. She was impossibly warm and soft, her lips insistent on his, fingers cupped at the base of his skull to keep his mouth at the perfect angle.
He ran his hand up her legs, dragging the skirt of her dress with it. Kensi’s legs squeezed tighter around his thighs and she dragged her mouth away, her eyes bright as she hovered over him.
“We should probably go inside,” she said in a throaty voice. Deeks laughed softly, reaching up to tuck a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
“Yeah, we don’t want to give the neighbors a show,” he agreed. “They already have enough to gossip about.”
Deeks rose with Kensi, her legs wrapping tight around his waist as he carried her into the house, navigating across the patio and through the door. He barely made it inside before Kensi unhooked her legs, dropping to the floor, pushing him backwards in her eagerness.
Deeks landed against the wall, taking Kensi with him, and tugging her leg up around his hip again so she was pressed more tightly against him. Her lips never left his, but she made a pleased sound as she tore through the buttons on his shirt, tugging the material off his shoulders until it got caught up on his biceps.
She smoothed her hands across the newly exposed skin, starting at his shoulder and working her way down. Deeks pulled back, letting his head drop against the wall with a heavy thud. He watched Kensi through half-closed lids.
Her hands felt almost painfully good. And the way she looked at him as she traced the line of his collar bone was enough to make his stomach tighten with arousal.
He groaned quietly when her fingers brushed the edge of his pants.
“Too much?” Kensi asked quietly, hands stilling instantly.
“No, not all.” Kensk chuckled at his fast reply, and he dipped his head, peering a little shyly through his eyelashes. “No, I have absolutely no objection, but, uh, we haven’t exactly discussed where this is going.”
“Oh, I didn’t make myself clear?” Kensi settled her hands on his chest primly with a would-be innocent expression. “Deeks, I would love it if you took me bed right now.”
Then she stretched up to kiss him softly, and took his hand, leading him towards his bedroom. As they crossed the threshold, she dropped his hand, pausing in the middle of the room, skirt swaying around her legs. Reaching up to her neck, Kensi held his gaze while she slowly tugged the bow loose, sending the top of her dress fall to her waist.
Deeks watched its descent with an open mouth. She pushed it past her hips, the fabric pooling on the floor at her feet, leaving her in nothing but a pair of matching red lace underwear.
“Oh my god,” Deeks whispered, spending amount taking her in. Kensi beckoned him forward with a crook of her finger as she backed up towards the bed.
“Sit down,” she urged him, so climbed onto the bed, settling in the middle of the mattress with his back against the headboard.
Kensi crawled up beside him and swing her legs across Deeks’, hovering over him as she gripped the open front of his shirt. She ran her nose along his cheek, hands tremble slightly. Deeks held his waist, looking up at her expectantly, but not moving or touching her anywhere else.
Starting at his shoulders again, she slid her palms down the length of his arms, pausing when she reached his hands. She lifted his right one, bringing it close to her face, running her fingers along the little crevices and grooves made by time and work. Dipping her head, she kissed in the very center of his palm.
Deeks’ breath caught in his throat, and his other hand flexed on her waist.
“You have very beautiful hands,” she told him unexpectedly.
“Never heard that before,” he said wryly, grinning crookedly.
“It’s true. They’re strong.” Kensi kissed his knuckles. “Yet gentle.” She unfolded it and deliberately placed it higher up her torso. “And I need you to touch me now.”
Deeks slid his hand a fraction of an inch higher so he was cupping her breast and they both groaned, Kensi dropping her head to his shoulder and making a sound of relief. He braced his other hand on her back, gently thumbing her nipple, leaning in to kiss the edge of her jaw.
Kensi arched against him, the press of her hips into his almost painful, and he sucked the skin above her collar bone a little harder than he meant to. She made a deep, wanting sound that vibrated in his ear.
She tugged Deeks’ head from her neck; her eyes were almost black with desire as she stared down at him. She dragged her finger across his bottom lip with such tenderness it made him shiver.
Then her mouth was back on his, opening eagerly when his tongue teased at her lips. Her hands dropped down to his shirt again and she yanked it down his arms, fumbling in her desperation to get the cuffs past his hands.
They had to pause briefly to get the rest of their clothes off, but then they were completely naked.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, running his hands down her sides, over her hips, every perfect curve. Kensi encouraged him with an urgent rocking of her hips as he slid lower.
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she begged in a soft litany.
“I didn’t have any plans to, baby.”
Between his hands and his mouth moving across her skin, interspersed with murmured words of encouragement, she fell apart in his arms, his name on her lips.
“That was…” she gasped. “Amazing.”
“Thanks,” he said with a teasing grin. “I’ll add that to my list of positive reviews.”
“Oh hush.” Kensi nocked his shoulder with the back of her hand, barely making contact. She closed her eyes for a minute while her breath slowed, skin sheened with sweat.
Deeks trailed his fingers over her skin, needing to her touch her even if it didn’t provide any real relief.
Seeming to realize his plight, Kensi opened her eyes, moving against him again with purpose.
“Time for round two,” she said with a delighted grin.
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stardancerluv · 11 months
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A Time to Fight and to Love
Part Twenty - Two
Summary: Closing of a chapter in life.
Warnings/Notes: Angst, Vision of possible death (makes reference to canon novel/movie end of Enjolras), Fluff, sadness of reader’s father’s passing, dated modes of thinking with marriage..woman’s role.
Long chapter. Two collages. There are a few more chapters lined up. 😥 I am having fun expanding on the character of Enjolras…hope you like it too! and after a bit there is some fluff. Oh! So yes…I veered more away from canon…and one of the pictures I used in my collage is not terribly accurate (might change) but it helps convey the setting.
Thank you for reading! ❤️s & reblogs are always welcome. Feedback is also very…very welcome!
Blinking, you stirred to the sun dancing on your closed eyes. Stretching and yawning, you finally opened your eyes.
Seeing Enjolras, you relaxed. He had fallen asleep, sitting at the end of the sofa. You allowed yourself to smile at the sight of him before you. Easily, you could tell by how his lashes rested on his cheeks and the softness of his face, he was deeply asleep.
Glancing around the room, it looked even more welcoming in the light of day. You could now see that it was a small library, sitting area. Shifting you were careful not to awake Enjolas. An eagerness came over you when you saw all of the books.
That’s when you spotted a plate of food. Your stomach churned in delight. There was food you had not laid your eyes on in months, if not longer. You glanced back at Enjolras and smiled. He had certainly raided his solicitor’s kitchen.
PausIng, resting your elbow on your thigh you sat there and looked him over. The warm light of the day that poured into the room, made his curls a richer looking brown. Seeing how they rested on his forehead made you smile. All of it made him even more impossibly handsome. It made your heart flutter. You resisted the urge to press a kiss to his cheek. He needed his rest.
There was much more you had learn about him but you were grateful that you were given the chance. Feeling cornered in that alleyway, watching him clang swords with that solider made you tremble. You could feel your throat tighten. At any moment, he could have been run through. Several more soldiers could have poured out of that doorway. You know they would have lined up the two of you….a cry of anguish came from the pit your stomach. You finally realized that you had biting your fist when a blossom of pain hit you.
“Angel, are you ok?” Enjolras’s gravely voice freed you from your visions.
Blinking, you opened your eyes and you found Enjolras was kneeling in front of you.
Your bottom lip trembled, shaking your head you let your sink to carpet. “No.” You managed weakly.
“Oh my ange, mon doux ange.” He whispered as you felt his arms wrapping his arms around.
You nestled close. “Enjolras, I had been so afraid. He could have run you through, they could have lined us up.” Your voice trailed off.
“But It didn’t happen Courfeyrac and I managed. We’re safe. I will always make sure you are safe.”
“Oh Enjolras.” You whimpered, as you nestled even closer; his arms around you tightened.
******
The trunk creaked when opened. Inwardly, your heart sank, none of your possessions were going with you. Enjolras knelt down beside it and carefully opened his pillowcase.
“In England, we will make new memories.”
You nodded. “We will start a new chapter in our lives.”
“Yes, yes we will.”
A ghost a smile touched his lips before he looked back into the pillowcase. He inhaled sharply.
“Is everything ok?” A pang of worry went through you. He gently took out your scarf.
“Oh, my scarf. With everything I forgot we tucked that in there.”
“Me too.”
******
You tucked your scarf into the trunk, which was now brimming with items. Enjolras looked everything over a final time before locking it. He slipped the key into one of inside pockets of his jacket.
You glanced at Olivier.
“I don’t even know what to say.”
Olivier smiled. “You made this young man happy. And that makes me happy.” He replied warmly.
Enjolras stood and dusted his hands off.
“Olivier, you out did yourself. That is more then I’ve allowed myself to have since living here on my own.”
“I know Julien. Someone did help me with that.”
“Oh?”
Olivier turned to you. “Let us go to my office.”
*****
His stomach churned, these last few months he had insisted she stay in the country. He had been terribly concerned for her safety. The months had passed quickly.
“Julien.”
He turned and watched as his mother began to close the distance, he met her halfway.
“Olivier, sent word.”
“I see.” He exhaled and shook his head. “It’s worse then ever.”
“He told me. But he didn’t want you to leave without me seeing you.”
“What if the carriage had been stopped? I don’t see or hear father. Who would have protected you.”
“There was no way, I was not going to say goodbye to my son.”
His mother’s eyes were piercing. It reminded him of the times he would try to hide from her the few times the foil or the saber landed.
He stepped closer. He relieved to see his mother but the thought of her risking her life to come here made his relief and annoyance mix. It made him ill.
He glanced away, he knew it was a mother thing, but she made him feel like a child.
“You risked alot.” He pressed his lips together, meeting her eyes.
She shrugged. “You are my only son.” She reached a gloved hand up to cup his cheek. “I couldn’t bear the thought of not saying goodbye, I love you.” She gave him a soft smile. “And I have to meet woman that made you change your vow.”
He placed his good hand over hers. “Thank you, mother. I love you too.”
That’s when she saw his wrapped hand. She opened and closed her mouth but didn’t say a word.
“So he told you that as well.”
She stepped back and met his eyes again.
“Yes.”
*******
“I want you to know, I swear I will do all in my power to reach out to your mama and Greta. If it continues to be safe enough, I will get them passage to you and Enjolras.”
“Juilien.”
The older man gave you a soft smile. “Yes, Juilien.”
There was a sharp knock on the door.
He smiled. “This is probably her. I assure you, she is a firm but kind woman. A lot of her is in Julien.”
“Ok.” You whisper and inhale. You were nervous.
“Ah dear woman,” You heard him greet her. “Yes, she is in here. I shall give the two of you some time.”
Glancing your way, he nodded.
At first you were going to have hold your hands in front but at the last moment you brought them behind you. The door closed with a whisper.
In your nervousness you kept looking at the wooden floor. You could practically feel the grains in the planks. The floor creaked as the woman came over.
“Oh my, do look up. I am not a tyrant.”
You did and there was no doubt where Enjolras got his charisma from. She was elegant, like your mama when father was still alive. So you could only imagine what his father was like. Though, hers made you nervous she had traveled through the night and still looked amazing.
Behind your back you wrung your hands. You would not fidget, even when you could practically feel as she looked you up and down. Never had you been more grateful you had worn your best dress for the wedding ceremony. It was elegant and beautiful, but was not too extravagant.
“So you are the lady that made my son break his vow?”
“Yes. I oh, I’m sorry.”
“No, speak my child.”
“He told me of a promise he made. I didn’t realize it had been a vow.”
“Ah, yes. He can be quiet at times when he should talk and then will talk lot when he doesn’t have to.” She smiled.
You nodded.
“Pardon my assumption but you don’t look like one fighting along side him. How did you two meet?”
“Your assumption was correct. We met by chance. I was out late one night getting medicine for my mama. Our paths crossed and he made sure to escort me the rest of the way to the physician and then back to my house.”
She smiled at that. “That pleases me to hear.” Her eyes were quite keen, Enjolras had her eyes, and they could be utterly unwavering. “But do you not have a brother or father that could have done that?”
You had to stop yourself from giggling, since he had said the same exact thing when you informed of your actions.
“I have no brother and my father died at sea.”
“Oh, I am sorry.”
*******
You watched as she removed a beautiful brooch that accented her dress. She pressed her lips together then looked at you.
“To be honest, I wish I could have grown to know you during a courtship between you and my son.” She sighed. “But these are difficult and hard times.”
You nodded.
“I fully expected when getting that telegram I was going to be bringing him home for his final rest.” Her eyes twinkled. “Instead here we are. You must be pretty special.”
You could see that her eyes had become shiny. A lump formed in your throat.
“But here he is, young and as handsome as ever, and with a lovely wife.”
She smiled.
You felt the warmth of a flush in your cheeks. “Thank you.”
“As I’m sure you are aware he is and can be incredibly charming,” She took a step closer to you. “it is how he kept from getting in trouble as a young boy. He did get into fair amount of scraps but he’d tell what happened and I wouldn’t have the heart to punish him.“
You nodded.
She sighed. “That is why in the end, I didn’t fight too hard when he told me of his vow for France.” She grimaced. “I also knew that in end he’d still leave. If I pushed too hard, I worried I’d never see or hear from him again.”
Her gloved thumb grazed the elegance of the broach. Glancing down, it reminded you of treasures your father would bring home from his trips.
“It is that stubborn side of his I wanted to avoid. Once his heart is set, he has rarely ever changed his mind.”
At least you couldn’t help but a small giggle. “I have seen that side of him too.”
“I am sure you have.” She joined you with a smile and nodded. Then all at once, the air felt heavy.
“Since, I trust my son I accept you as his wife.” Her eyes met yours. You could see the intensity they shared. “Promise, me if he blesses you with a daughter, you can give this to her or if you are blessed with a son; he can give it to woman he loves. Till then I give you this with my blessing.”
“I…I don’t know what to say.” Your voice faltered as she placed it your hands.
“You don’t need to breath a word. Just love him. And be a kind yet firm mother to the children that will surely bloom within you.”
“I promise.”
******
With a help of Olivier’s maid, she helped you dress. Now you were clad in your new day dress. Your wedding dress was safely stored away in the trunk along with your gift from Enjolras’s mother. It had been decided that something a little more functional would be best for the journey to England.
You tried to look at France as much as you could while the carriage bounced along the cobble stones. Beside you, Enjolras and Olivier were discussing some final arrangements.
You looked at the boat then back France. You were about to start a whole new life in England. Father, you thought to yourself, I’m on the cusp of an adventure. A new start. This was something you could have never ever imagined. But here you were.
Now on the way to ocean, you had become certain you’d never return. A part of it broke your heart. Anguish still sliced at you, that you’d never see mama and Greta again.
You were grateful that Olivier had given you some paper to write them both a letter explaining. They had to realize it was too dangerous to return.
You hoped that the doctor had not just been giving shallow boasts. He better scoop her up and usher her away to the country. Maybe after she would tell him, of you going to live in England would be enough for him to do that. And maybe that would give her a second chance at some happiness.
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You smelled the ocean before it came into view. Simultaneously, you felt an uneasiness come over you and yet it also felt so familiar. It had been a scent growing up you had been used to. The scent clung to your father for weeks after he would return with his treasures. But it was also the ocean that led to him never coming home.
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Love vs. Hate - Part 22 // Joe Liebgott x OC
Summary: While Liv has to recover from her being hit, another Patrol is planned and First Platoon is leading it. The war takes more and more its toll on Liv's mental as well as physical strength.
Warnings: Language, War wounds, slight Angst
A/N: These chapters are really hard to write tbh. Takes its toll on me too ;) And sorry Babe!
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Tags: @brassknucklespeirs, @liebgotts-lovergirl, @lieutenant-speirs
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My head hurts. It feels like my brain is pulsating against the top of my skull. What happened? Slowly I try to open my eyes. Something is blocking my left eye, but I don't know what it is. When I finally open at least my right eye entirely and my left a little, the sun blinds me. Damn, how long have I been gone? Carefully I try to sit up, but now the pain spreads from my head to my whole body. Groaning, I sit on the floor and grab my head with my hand but immediately jerk back as a sharp pain jolts through my cheek. "Fuck," I grumble to myself.
Then it all comes back to me. We were attacked. I was going to join Joe and Alley in the foxhole, but... Something went wrong. I quickly push off the coat lying on me and examine my pants, but nothing is on them. However, when I run over my legs, I feel the wounds. "Fuck, did someone take off my pants?" I ask myself. Only now do I look around. I am in the CP. "Fuck," I mutter again and sit down on the edge of the barrier. Now the headache has come back. I prop my head up in my right hand and rub my forehead. And then I am overcome by nausea. I stumble out of the foxhole, fall on my knees, bend over and vomit into the snow. The buzzing in my head doesn't get any better. I wipe my mouth and sit back down.
"Well, look who finally woke up," I hear a voice, but I don't look up. I know it's Winters. "How long was I gone?" I ask, caring little for formalities right now. The pain is too big for that. "About three hours. Another hour and we would have taken you away." Now I look up and look the captain in the eye. "Well, Merry Christmas to me. How bad is it?" I ask, and Winters presses his lips together. "Dick, please. How bad?" Dick lowers his gaze before picking up a mirror and holding it to me. Hesitantly, I take it and try to look at myself.
I swallow once. A thick stitched wound is emblazoned under my left eye. My whole left eye is blue and swollen, and there is still blood in my hair. My lip is also cracked, and I look like I've just been god-awful beaten up. "Jesus Christ," I mutter. "It'll get better, Liv," Winters assures me. "Thanks for the pep talk, Dick, but this..." I point to the wound. "Will never go away. God dammit!" Winters takes a deep breath and looks down at the floor. "These aren't my pants," I say then, and Dick looks me in the eyes again. "No, they're not." Questioningly, I look at him. "You had all sorts of shrapnel in your legs, Liv. Doc had to treat the wounds and stitch some up. Your pants were useless, so I got you new ones." "Doc changed me...?" I ask, looking down at myself. "Don't worry... Joe changed them.“ "In front of you?" Dick looks at me with amusement. "I know you don't think I'm stupid, Liv..." "It's okay. I'm sorry, Dick." "Here," he then says and throws me my flask. "This was in your pocket, along with that." He puts something in my hand. When I open it, it's my compass. The one I got from Don, Penk, and Skip. When I open it, it has a slight crack in it. "Thank you," I say thankfully and look at Dick.
"Okay, let's send someone to the boys and let them know you are awake." "Oh, that's not necessary. I can go myself..." "No," he interrupts me immediately. "I want you to stay back here for a while. Not forever, but certainly for a few more hours." "But..." "That's an order, Sergeant!" "Yes, sir," I say immediately, hanging my head. "Do you have a pen, Captain?" I then ask, and he looks up in confusion. "I just want to write a few words to Don and Joe, nothing more," I say, and Dick takes a pencil out of his breast pocket and tosses it to me. "Oh, and can you let Doc know that I need something for the pain?" "Sure."
Don's POV: I sit convulsively in my foxhole with Bill. My thoughts keep circling back to Liv. We still haven't heard anything, and it's been hours. I'm starting to get worried. Doc came to see us an hour ago and said they'll take her away if she doesn't wake up soon. I sincerely hope that does not happen. I can't go on without her. "She'll be fine, Malark. Don't worry," Bill says when he sees my worried look. "I hope so, Bill... I hope so."
Suddenly we hear footsteps behind us then I see Doc coming toward us. He crouches down to us and looks at me. "What's the matter Doc? Is something wrong with Liv?" I ask immediately. Doc looks me in the eye for a moment. "She woke up..." "What?! And how is she?" "She has a headache, probably a concussion, but that's to be expected. Winters is keeping her back for a few more hours so she can recover. I just went to see her and checked her out. I expect she'll be her old self in no time." Relief spreads through me. "See, what did I tell you?" says Bill, putting a hand on my shoulder. "Here, I'm supposed to give you this. Do you know where Liebgott is?" Eugene then asks, holding out a piece of paper to me while holding a second one in his hand. "I think he had to take a piss," Bill breathes, "Okay, give this to him when you see him, will you?" We nod, and I take the second piece of paper as well. "What is it?" asks Bill when Eugene has disappeared. "It's from Liv."
I'm fine! Don't die, or I will kill you! Love you -L
I have to smile at her words. It's just Liv. "And what does she say?" "That I shouldn't die." Behind Bill, I see Joe coming back. "Hey Joe," I call out to him, and he comes over to us. "What's up?" he asks immediately. He, too, is worried about Liv. "Liv woke up. Here, this is for you," I say and hold the note to him. I can see relief in his eyes before he takes the message and disappears into his foxhole.
Joe, I'm fine. Please don't worry about me. I hope to be back with you soon! Thank you for everything! Love, -L
Liv's POV: When Dick finally lets me rejoin the others after several hours, I feel the stares at me. My eye is still swollen, and the scar looks terrible.
"Liv," I hear someone call after me, and I turn around. It's Buck walking toward me. I notice him falter briefly when he sees me. "How are you?" For a moment, I just look at him. "Are you sure it's okay?" I nod, then bite my lip. "It has to be." For a moment, we stand there. "Where's Don?" I ask, and he points his head toward the front. "Thanks," I say, turning away. "Liv?" he calls after me, and I turn to face him. "Yeah?" "Good to have you back." I nod and then continue walking.
I quickly find Bill and Don's foxhole. They are both asleep, and I slide into the hole with them. Don wakes up immediately and looks at me. "Holy shit!" he curses, waking Bill up and taking me in his arms. "You don't know how glad I am that you're okay." I force myself to smile as he pulls away from me. "You must have gotten something there," Bill says with a smile, and you raise an eyebrow.
Don eyes me, then grins. "You look like shit." "Wow. Thanks, Don!" I say, unable to suppress a small smile. He puts an arm around my shoulders. "Come on, sweetheart. You know what I meant."
After a while, I look toward Joe and Ally's foxhole, but I can't spot Joe anywhere, so I turn back to Don and Bill. "Where's Joe?" I ask, looking at the two of them, who exchange a look. "Guys?" I ask again emphatically, already imagining the worst. "Winters called him into HQ as a runner. After you got hit, he couldn't think too clearly, and it all got a little too much for him."
I look at Don and let his words run through my head. "He'll probably be there for a few days," Bill now adds, and I nod. "Okay... I uh... I'll head to First Platoon, then," I mutter, climbing out of the foxhole. "Liv? Take care of yourself, okay?" I nod and then join the others.
I last saw Joe a few days ago. Dick kept him behind all the time, but at least he was safer there than at the front. Still, it hurts not to see him.
I received a few pills from Doc that should help if the headache gets too bad. However, he pointed out to me that I should only take them if they were unbearable since he doesn't have any more of them.
That's easier said than done because regularly, it feels like my skull is about to explode, and nausea overcomes me again and again.
January 1st, 1945 - Bastogne, Belgium
With folded arms, I stand leaning against the jeep and listen with half an ear. I don't believe all this holy crap anymore. The priest had just finished the service. "Fight well for God and your country. God bless you all. Stay safe." I snort in amusement and shake my head. "You're not much of a believer, are you?" asks Peacock, who has come to stand beside me. "Why should I, after God gave us all this?" "Point taken."
"That's it. Nothing to worry about. We die now; we die in a state of grace. Isn't that right, Babe?" Muck shouts, and I have to
I later round up the guys and explain everything about the planned patrol. "We go until we make contact."
"Peacock's leading," Bull mutters, looking over at Peacock. "That asshole couldn't find a snowball in a blizzard," George adds, and I look at them both. "Stop it now, George. He's not leading - I am," I say, and they both look at me. "Oh hey, Liv. You sure? We don't wanna screw up that pretty face any more than it already is." "Luz, just shut up, okay?"
"Sarge?" then Julian walks up to me. "Julian." "Let me be the lead scout." I exchange a quick glance with Johnny, who raises an eyebrow. "Back in line, private," he says, and I nod. "Move out. Tactical columns, men."
Behind us, I see Gene about to join the patrol, but I stop him. "Gene, it's a combat patrol. Why don't you stay back and keep out of trouble?" He looks at me for a moment, then nods. "Yes, sergeant." "Right. Move out. Go."
We walk silently in one direction for a while. Again and again, I exchange glances with Johnny, who seems as tense as I am. Suddenly, we hear gunfire aimed at us. "Fire! Get down! Get down!" I shout, and we take cover behind some logs. "Shit!" I quickly realize that one of our men is hit and completely caught in the crossfire.
"Johnny! We got a man down!" I call out to him and then see that Julian was shot in the neck but is still alive. "Fuck!" I curse. "What have we got?" shouts Johnny back over the noise. "Kid's down," I call, and he looks past me at the bleeding Julian. "We gotta make a move."
"I can get him, sarge," Babe calls out, lying on the floor in front of me. I nod at him. "Suppressing fire! Suppressing fire," I shout to the men.
Babe somehow tries to get to Julian, but the Krauts reopen fire every time he scrambles forward. "Stay there. Don't move. Stop moving, or they'll keep shooting," he shouts at his friend. "Babe, for fuck's sake!" I now yell at him, who keeps trying. "I can do this!" Babe assures me, but I see black.
"What's happening, Liv?" Johnny then calls out to me, and I give him a slightly exasperated look. I have the decision to make. "We're pulling back. We made contact," I then call out. "I gotta inform Peacock!" Babe's shocked look hits me as he hears my words. But then he turns back to Julian. "Don't move. Don't move, or they'll keep firing. Stop moving!" "God dammit!" I curse again as the fire doesn't diminish. I also fire again in the direction of the Germans.
"Fuck. Sarge, what--?" Babe then shouts, but I interrupt him. "Pull back! We gotta pull back!" Johnny nods and grabs the first soldier next to him. "Let's get the hell out of here! Let's go!"
"Come on, stay with us. Hold on! Stay with us! Look at me. Stay with us! Hold on," Babe still calls out to Julian, making no move to retreat. "Babe, move! Now!" I shout to him, but he ignores me.
"Don't move; we're coming back. We'll get you out of here. Hold on." Now I grab Babe by the collar and pull him to his feet. "Go. Let's go! On me, move! Come on, let's go." I push him in the direction of the others, and reluctantly he allows himself to be pushed. "Come on, Babe!"
"Where the hell are we?" shouts Johnny a little later, and I look around. "Straight ahead. Straight ahead."
I walk right up to Peacock when we return to the others. "Tom, we got a casualty," I inform him, and Johnny stands beside me. "Who?" he asks immediately, looking at the men. "Julian. He got hit in the neck. He was still alive, but we had to pull back. We made contact at the enemy line," I explain to him. Meanwhile, he turns to George. "Okay! Set the radio up on the rock." George executes the order, and Peacock radios into the CP. "Easy CP. Easy CP. Lightning, over. I need a jeep at the CP. Eyes sharp!"
A short time later, Peacock is gone, and suddenly Winters comes up to us. "Martin? Liv!" We both look up. "Sir?" asks Johnny, and Winters looks at us before spotting Babe, standing behind us but still entirely out of it. "What's going on?" "They got Julian," Johnny says. "He's alive. We gotta get him," Babe interjects, and I give him a stern look. "We don't know that," I say sharply.
"Did you hit an OP or their line?" Winters asks. "Their line." "We gotta get Julian!" Babe says again, and I give him another admonishing look. "No! Now fall back." "Where's Peacock?" asks Winters then. "At the CP," Johnny says, and Winters looks thoughtful. "We couldn't get to him, captain. Babe tried. We couldn't get to him," I say, hanging my head.
Winters nods understandably and then tells us all to pull back. My gaze wanders to Babe, who gives me a disappointed look. I suspect he blames me for not being able to get Julian. I take a step toward him. "Babe..." I say, but he immediately turns away.
Johnny puts a hand on my shoulder. "He'll get over it," he says, trying to smile at me encouragingly. I rub my eyes for a moment, then sigh. "I don't know what he expects me to do. He would have died just the same if I had let him go. It was an impossibility." "I know that, Liv. And Heffron knows that, too. Give him time." I hang my head, then nod.
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Disney Princess Poll Results so far 22
I have so much fun making disney princess polls with you guys. Here's the list of winner from each poll posts that I've made
127. Most motivating song (Believe in your dream vs You must persist)
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THE PRICE OF AMBER : Part 22 of 23
This takes place shortly after MASTER SARGENT (RET.) WARRIN’S HEARTHWARMING  
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Hishine breathed a sigh of relief as his keys rattled in the lock of his shop.  Entering, he winced.  His show cases had all been broken and his strongbox had been forced.
Slump shouldered, tears in his eyes at the wanton destruction, he turned to Dawn Fire, “Knife Holder, I am sorry.  I did have such a stone as you wished to buy.  As you can see, even with the indemnity that I got, I may be out of business.”
He opened a door to a back room.  Though there had been some vandalism, he rummaged about and straightened things up.  As he placed the last things onto racks in an orderly fashion, he noted, “My equipment is all here.  If I could get more of the raw stock, I can cut and polish more stones.”
Dawn Fire gave a bit of an evil grin, his ears pointed like horns! “First, do you have any sort of inventory for what was taken? Second, this property was under the care and FULL FINANCIAL RESPONSIBILITY of Msgr Shire.  He has to make good the loss and damages!”
Hishine nodded slowly, “I see.  Yes, I can get the inventory.  I kept it at my lodgings to insure that a disaster or robbery at the shop could be documented for the Gandarmarie. “
“Wise of you, Hishine.  Get a cabinet worker to assess repair or replacement of your show cases.  Take the whole bill to the Shire bank.
“In the meantime, where can I obtain more of this amber for you to work?”
Hishine lowered his head a little in embarrassment.  “It is not too far from here.  There in the Weirdwood, I can show you the exact place, is a grove of Gumble Trees.  They not only drop the Gumble sap on whatever they feel is a threat, they can project it for a substantial distance.
“Whatever it hits, it encases in a lump of dull yellow gumble.  With proper treatment, cutting and polishing, it becomes the amber stones of my trade.”
Dawn Fire's wings were quivering with amusement.  “I take it that gathering the fallen gumble lumps is not so simple as it might seem!”
“Indeed. A number of ponies have died in that grove, trying to steal the gumble.  They get encased in it and then the grove absorbs them, gumble and all.  Sometimes, some of their equipment is left behind.”
Dawn Fire winced at the thought.  “How do you collect it then?”
Hishine chuckled, shaking his head sadly, “I don't.  Not any more.  I used to take a jointed rod with a rake end and a basket end to scoop up fallen gumble drops.  During my last two ventures, I nearly got taken myself.”
“I see.  If you knew what you were doing and the dangers, how did that happen?”
Hishine sat and found a bit of paper and a pencil.  He sketched as he explained, “The Gumble Grove is growing.  It sends vines out from its branches into nearby trees.  The vines drop creepers that take root to become narrow trunks that grow into new trees.  The vines look like this,” he pointed to his drawing, “and they can drop gumble on the unwary.  They are devilishly hard to see, too.”
“One last question, then.  How many of the drops catch bugs like the ones that I got from you before?”
Hishine leaned close and whispered conspiratorially, “I am giving away a deep secret with this.  Almost none have them.  I can see to the placing of the bug in the finished stone.  I have a nice middle sized dragon fly that can be set up, should you wish it.  The vandals missed my collection of dried bugs.”
Dawn Fire nearly doubled up laughing!  “Give me the collecting stick and I will see what may be done toward restocking your store!”
Following Hishine's directions, Dawn Fire ventured into the almost innocent looking Weirdwood.  He was well aware that it was no more innocent and no safer than the Everfree Forest of Equestria.  Some even said that there was some sort of hidden ways that connected the two and even other places about the world, all of ill repute, like these two.
The directions guided him without mishap to where he could see the Gumble Grove.  Well there was one small problem.  A quite large one for its kind, actually.  A horsefly!  The biting kind!  It was whurring as it buzzed about his head, trying to find a place to alight, long enough to deliver a painful bite!
He swatted at it repeatedly!  It dodged his flailing hoof with contemptuous ease!  He almost connected with it by swinging the folded collecting stick!  It dived, aiming for a sensitive ear!
Dawn Fire raised his lunch bag as an impromptu shield!
In the heat of battle with the bug, his hoof hit a gnarled root of the nearest Gumble Tree of the Grove! As he almost regained his balance, his enemy forced him to duck again! Already off balance, he toppled to the hard turf, lunch bag shield between him and the horsefly!
The poor sap was saved from the horsefly by a falling glob of yellow Gumble which hit and encased the vicious bug.  Dawn Fire scrambled frantically away from the deadly tree as more blobs of Magical Gumble fell!
One glob did hit his tail and partly encased it in solid Gumble Amber. He cautiously retrieved the collecting stick and, from safely out of the tree's danger zone, began collecting as many of the fallen drops and globs of the gumble resin as he could.  He was pleased to realize that he had obtained several kilograms of the raw amber resin.
He made his way back to the shop of Hishine.  “This is a wonderful lot, Knife Bearer!  With this, I can easily prepare the dragon fly stone that you want!”
“I hoped that you could!  This large lump has a really pesky horsefly in it!
“On a related note, can you get this out of my flank fur and tail?”
Hishine snorted, “By a number of means, all fun and amusing to watch. Embarrassing to experience, however.”  Going serious, he replied, “Yes.  It is not even difficult.  We just need a little cooking oil.  You will want a bath afterwards, though.”
Dawn Fire luxuriated in the bathing tub of the Three Little Pigs inn. Fleur laid on coffee and a pile of pastries set on a side table in easy reach of the bather.
“Good Sir, we are all so grateful for the miracle that you have worked!  We were in despair, most of the village's businesses were due to be closed.  The bank's agents made it clear that my friends would be working for slave wages in the businesses that they had owned.  None could understand how they had become so far into debit.”
As Dawn Fire sat in the tub and sucked down coffee and nibbled another croissant, he replied, “That is because they were not in debit. That conversion trick from Note of Payment to debit was simple fraud. I have heard from my connections that Msgr Shire has pled that he was forced to do it by the Duke.  He was clever enough to have papers that make it appear to be true.  They MIGHT even be genuine.”
Fleur giggled, “We of the town think not.  We are actively seeking another bank.   An honest one, if we can find it!”
Dinner was accompanied by almost every pony in Sudanweird crowded into the big tap room!  Dawn Fire had to plead, “I can't eat all of this!  I will be too heavy to fly for a week!”
In the morning, Fleur had his bowl of oat and barley gruel, with strawberries awaiting him.  And a plate of waffles with chocolate sauce and whipped cream!  And her endless and excellent coffee!
As he was leaving, she asked, “Sir, will you ever return to Sudanweird?  Know that if you do, your welcome here is assured.”
He bowed to her as he replied, “I do not know, Good Fleur.  I would like to return with no Royal errand or wrongs to right.  Your hospitality has been beyond compare.  Are you sure that you will take no money for my stay?  I do have it.”
“Good Sir, I doubt that your gold is good anywhere in this village.  We are that grateful for the good that you have done us.”
He strolled up the way to Hishine's shop.  The door was open and he could hear the sound of tools working wood.  Entering, he saw that Hishine had been busy last night.  One of his show cases was fully repaired and the cabinet worker was fixing another.  Wood shavings and sawdust littered the floor.
The repaired case had a dozen lovely golden glowing amber stones laid out to be seen behind the crystal clear glass.
A smiling Mister Hishine greeted him, “Knife Bearer!  I have your special order ready, right here!”  He pushed forward a larger case and a somewhat smaller one.
Opening the larger case, Dawn Fire beheld a lovely perfectly cut amber stone, glowing with a pool of golden light.  Trapped in it, perfectly centered, was a modest sized dragon fly, wings spread and body showing iridescent green!  Dawn Fire's breath was taken away by the excellence of of it!
“What is this other one?  I only ordered this and it is perfect.  What do I owe you for it?”
Seriously, Mister Hishine replied, “You have paid me already.  You restored my shop and home.  You brought me a supply of amber to get my shop started.”  He smiled jubilantly as he added, “And you got that crooked Duke jailed!”
He pushed the smaller box forward.  “This is yours with my thanks. Please take it.”
Dawn Fire opened the case.  There, trapped for all time, preserved exactly as it had been was a big horsefly, forever on the attack!  The stone was finished with as much care as the other.
Nodding, Dawn Fire accepted the tribute!  He snickered, “You won't have my money, fine.  I do have something else that you did like last time that I was here!”
Opening his travel carrying box, he poured out onto the counter the whole small chest of Rom Ka'chek pastries!  There were apricot, peach and some berry ones!  
Eyes wide and mouth drooling, Mister Hishine nodded, “I can take these! Thank you!”
Dawn Fire swept the boxes with their stones of amber into the travel case, bowed to Mister Hishine, who was already nibbling at an apricot Ka'chek, and took his leave.
TO BE CONTINUED
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