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ybcomplicated · 5 years

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The Breakfast Pack pt 4

Harris left them to their own devices again after the restroom break. The teens all sat in their same seats, more rested and slightly restless.

Stiles stood and walked around the room. He glanced at everything and touched even more. He was handing a jar filled with a suspicious green liquid that strengthened his resolve that his chemistry teacher was a lizard monster. I mean, what hell even was this stuff? And more importantly, what is it doing in a classroom?

"Its acid actually. Usually used in science experiments involving erosion of another substance. He used it last year in that lab with chlorine and eggs," Lydia responded surprising Stiles. He hadn't known he had spoken aloud.

"Still seems fishy," He says putting it back.

"And how would you know what's fishy and what's not?" Allison asks smartly. Stiles was starting to like her more and more. She was a spitfire with the face of a Disney princess.

Stiles grinned at her and pointed at himself, "Sheriff's son. I kinda know."

Allison snorts a laugh rolling her eyes. She was starting to warm up to Stiles too. He was a loudmouth but he meant well. The only time she had seen him actually do something beside be sarcastic was when he was arguing back to Lydia. He had easily gotten angry. She wondered what the history was there.

"So, Allison, want to go to a party tonight?" Lydia asks the other girl suddenly.

"Uh," Allison didn't know what to say. She didn't actually have any friends here and she wasn't sure she would be welcome at a party.

"Come on, it'll be fun. Beer pong, games and dancing. Lydia's group throws the best parties," Scott tries to convince her. He really wanted her to go because he wanted to get to know her more, and not in a school setting. Especially detention.

"Hey can i come too? I'm down to boogie," Stiles says sitting in the seat directly between Lydia and Allison. There was an empty seat between him and each girl. A safe distance he decides.

Lydia's face closed up, "Uh, no. You are most definitely not welcome. Who wants the sheriffs kid at a high school party? You'll just snitch!"

Stiles threw his head back with a loud laugh, "Oh, yeah, not like I don't do things I know a sheriff's son shouldn't be doing. You think I'm like, some secret spy?"

"So, you gonna come or what?" Lydia asks Allison, ignoring Stiles presence. He didn't all that mind.

"Probably not," Allison conceded, she looked down and sighed, "He is pretty disappointed. I don't think he is gonna let me out of his sight for a while."

"That sucks," Scott responded.

"At least you are getting to spend time with your dad?" Stiles tries to cheer her up with a weak smile.

"Yeah," Allison replied and the subject was dropped.

There was a snort behind the teens and they all turned to look at Derek who had lounged backward and was watching them with one perfectly raised eyebrow. Dareing them to say something.

Stiles had no self preservation, "What's so funny Hale?"

Derek shook his head and looked out the window.

Stiles got angry for some reason. "Spending time with your family shouldn't be something to laugh at. He should know this more than all of us."

Scott gasped silently and Derek's face turned to Stiles and he legitimately growled at him. Teeth and sneer and all. Lydia rolled her eyes and said something like 'drama queens'. Allison had no idea what Stiles meant, but it must have shook Derek because he rested his head on his crossed arms, not looking at any of them. She wondered what happened there too. This was the curse of being the new girl again. She was always clueless, but the moment she started to get to know peoples stories she up and leave again. There was no point in getting attached.

"Family. What makes up a family? Blood?" Lydia asks vaguely casing the three teens to look at her.

"Family is people you feel comfortable with. You should be able to be the real you," Scott replied.

"What if you're not comfortable with your blood?" Allison asks quietly.

"I think everyone has that problem," Stiles says absently, "I mean, Who are you truly comfortable with? Your boyfriend? Your parents? Your friends? No. You are never truly comfortable unless you're comfortable with yourself."

"Speaking from experience there?" Scott asks with a raised eyebrow and Stiles shrugs in reply.

"I mean, you sound stupid if you say your comfrtable with your parents. You wouldn't want them to know where you hide your porn or if you wanted to quit lacrosse knowing that they are proud of you for that," Stiles says.

"I don't think my dads comfortable with me," Allison says quietly again looking at the ceiling.

"I don't think my mom is truly comfortable with me anymore either," Scott says as well.

Stiles rolls his eyes, "You guys are just feeling sorry for yourself."

Scott and Allison glare at him and Lydia smacks him. They all stare at her. Her face was shadowed, "If they don't feel sorry for themselves then whos going to for them? You? You should have more respect for others peoples pain."

Stales touches his cheek, the skin warm to his hand. Damn that girl could hit hard, "I wasn't saying they shouldn't feel sorry for themselves. I'm just saying that's what they were doing."

"You should be more sympathetic. Not everyone's life is sunshine and rainbows like you mentioned earlier," She said stiffly.

"More sympathetic? I know that life's not sunshine and rainbows bitch," Stiles growls at her.

"Hey guys, come on," Scott tries to defect the tension that was filling the room.

"Oh shut up," Lydia sneers at Stiles.

"Please, you say I should be more sympathetic, but your every parent's unconscious wet dream Lydia Martin," Stiles sneers back licking his dry lips.

"I'm not," Lydia defends. But Stiles doesn't truly believe that.

"Oh right, because being the most popular girl in school, future valedictorian, perfect grades, perfect friends, perfect everything, makes you so unworthy," He bites out.

Lydia flinches at his tone, "Im not perfect."

Stiles snorts, "Could have fooled me. My dad would love a child like you."

"And whose problem is that?" She responds.

"His I guess," Stiles shrugs again, "He's the one left with a worthless, useless kid who means nothing to anyone but him right?"

"You say that like its a bad thing," Scott says causing Lydia and Stiles to look at him.

"It is when you know you fail him," Sties replies blank faced.

"Oh boo hoo," they hear Derek say from the back making them all glare at him. He just looks back blankly with that god-damn raised eyebrow.

"Wow, okay ass-hole," Stiles turns to Lydia, "Talking to me about sympathetic towards others."

"You wee being an asshole," She states and Stiles blanches.

"And he's not?!"

"He's just giving you a piece of your own medicine," Scott responds instead of the popular girl.

"Wow, way to hit below the belt Scotty," Stiles says defeated. He quickly stands up, "I don't have to take this shit from you guys. I was just being honest, but if you can take it, that's your problem."

He quickly went to the back of the room. He started taking text books off the shelf, looking through them before throwing them behind him to the ground with loud bangs every book. He wouldn't destroy school property, but he was agitated and needed to vent somehow.

"How does one become a chemistry teacher?" He asks unconsciously. Not looking away from the book he was thrifting through. None of the other teens answered him. They had honestly each gotten use to Stiles ramblings and decided it wasn't worth responding. The boy would just piss them off. "I mean, not that I'd want to be a chemistry teacher. I'm more into the FBI, government agent kind-of-thing, but still. What the hell led to Harris of all people deciding he wants to be surrounded by hormonal horny teens for the rest of his life? Must be a nightmare."

"When is lunch," Scott groaned wishing for Stiles to stop talking and so they can eat. The clock said 11:30, Lunch should be like- now.

"That's clocks 10 minuets fast bro," Stiles snickered at the other teens miserable groans and starts whistling some tune.

Stiles had made his way back to his desk when he heard the sound of a door opening and not two minutes after he had sat down, Harris threw the door open.

"Okay you little shits, Lunch time," the teacher says rolling a cart with simple cold lunches the school provides to those who don't want to go to the cafeteria.

"Sorry Sir, but there is no way I am eating that filth. I brought my own lunch," Lydia says pulling a simple bag from her purse. It didn't look big enough to put a sandwich in let alone a whole lunch.

"Fine. You each can get a lunch," Harris says with a roll of his eyes.

"What about drinks? Did you bring some milk?" Stiles asks looking at the cart and noticing only wrapped up ham or peanut butter sandwiches and plain sun-chips. The occasional fruit that look too old to eat added on the side.

"Yeah, I'm really thirsty," Scott says.

"I don't do well dehydrated," Allison adds.

"Trust me Harris, you do not want to see a girl dehydrated. You saw what happened to Erica last year. We do not need a repeat," Stiles commented with a shit eating grin.

"What happened to Ms. Reyes was not dehydration, Stlinski," Harris says before looking around the group. "Hale, Martin. You two go get some milk from the Cafeteria. No funny business, am I clear?"

Lydia's face pinched, "I don't want to go, I already have my sparkling water, I don't need milk."

"Who the hell drinks sparkling water?" Stiles asks getting a shrug from Scott and Allison.

"Stilinski! Go with Hale to get the milk. And if I hear anything going on I will bust some heads you hear me?" Harris warns.

"Like listening through water, Sir," Stiles says standing up and walking to the door waiting for Derek to follow.

#teen wolf #teenwolf #stiles stilinski #scott mccall #allison argent #derek hale #lydia martin #breakfast club

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logancreatesworlds · 6 years

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Intimate Scars (Pt.1) - T’Challa x Black!Reader

(A/N: Hello everyone! Sorry I’ve been AWOL for essentially the last month-and-a-half, but your girl has been busting her ass in college. Exams are coming up and I lowkey want to crawl into a hole. But I didn’t and I’m here with you all, my lovely Tumblrinas©! Anyway, this dope-ass request is from another lovely anon. This one let me be a bit more romantic so thank you! Anyhow, enjoy!)

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Warning: References to body negativity and parental death, both of which I know from personal experience can be damaging to anybody.

Disclaimer: None of the images belong to me and either come from WeHeartIt, Glamour.com or this website.

"Nkosazana.”

You looked up when you heard the familiar voice. Malika, your young but bright intern, stood at the door. She was the only one who was allowed to enter without approval.

“Yes?” You asked, your serious expression omnipresent. “An invitation,” she said, holding up a piece of paper. Even though you were a few feet away at your desk, you could still spot the gold and black decoration on the stationery. “Another one?” You asked, exasperated. “He is the king, nkosazana,” Malika reasoned with a shrug, “Did you think he would take not for an answer?” You sighed, knowing she was right.

Still, you waved your hand away, dismissing the proposal. “Seriously?” Malika huffed, “You cannot say no forever.” “I can say no this time,” You responded sourly, “This is the fifth time the king of our nation has invited me to his annual royal ball, as is the fifth time I’ve denied his persistent requests. He probably has one of his maidens write those things anyway. Once again, I have said no. He’ll get the message.”

Malika sighed, “Very well. If you wish to trifle with the Black Panther, I will not be here when he comes to hunt you like a baby gazelle.”

“Bah!” You guffawed in outburst, “You actually think he is that worried about me coming to his little party? How do you get into the Wakandan School of Alternative Studies with that kind of thinking?”

“W.S.A.S is for those who believe in possibilities, miss,” Malika responded, a smirk lighting up her cocoa brown skin, “It is a possibility that the king will grow interested in you.”

“Please,” you snuffed dismissively, “The day that such happens, I will bump your raise by eighty Wakandan dollars, bow down and call you mistress of all in existence.”

“Can’t wait for my raise then,” Malika replied before closing the door and leaving you back you your work.

Malika sighed from her own mini desk as she worked through yet another shadow physics practice problem. Shadow Physics was nothing difficult, as it had been a core part of curriculum in Wakandan education ever since King T’Chaka invented it at age 26. But, Malika was not a math person, and the shadow physics problems that she needed to know for her test in a week were doing little more than annoying her. Sighing, she pushed another piece of fruit into her mouth, hoping the natural sugars would keep her motivated.

“Miss,” a deep male voice asked, “Is Miss (Y/N) here. I wish to speak with her.” “I am sorry sir but you will have to make an app-” Malika’s words caught in her throat and her eyes widened when she saw who was standing at her front desk.

King T’Challa, the Black Panther, stood there at her desk decked out in his full garb. His two infamous Dora Milaje, Ayo and Okoye, flanked his sides. “I hope I am not intruding on your studying,” T’Challa said with a knowing smirk. “Uh,,,uh...n-no your majesty,” Malika said with nervous laughter, “Please, I will take you right to her.”

“I do not understand why you refuse to collaborate, (Y/N),” Abana said with obviously fake dismay. Abana, better known as Abana Numiskini, had been Wakanda’s most prominent fashion designer before you showed up. Once your new fashions hit the market, you went from small time artist to nationwide fashion mogul. Abana had been “out” by the time you had come “in.” Even so, Abana was a snake - always looking to work with you and mooch off your success.

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you gave the false sadness right back to her, “Oh Abana, umhlobo wam, you know I’d love to but I simply have to...take my cat to the medic’s. She is sick, again.”

Then, as if sent by Bast, Malika opened the door. “My lady, we-”

“Malika, I am on an important call. What is so important?” You asked, trying not to sound grateful for her interruption.

“My lady,” she forced out, “We have a guest.” Three regal figures walked up behind her and your eyes almost flew out of your skull.

“Apologies, is this a bad time?” King T’Challa asked, his pooling brown eyes swirling with concern. “Uh...,” you sounded, pushing a button and abruptly ending your conference call with Abana, “No, my king. Please, come in and have a seat. Malika, would get out guests some refreshments?”

Malika wordlessly nodded, almost stumbling out of the room as she stared at King T’Challa, before closing the door and leaving you alone with the ruler of the whole nation. “I appreciate you holding an audience with me on such short notice. The matter I have come to discuss with you is not so essential to the well being of Wakanda, though I confess - you are integral to its existence.”

“Please, wam kumkani, speak as freely as you would like.”

“Very well,” King T’Challa asked, “As you know, we have the Wakandan Summer Ball right before the warmest months of the year hit. Yet, you have denied your invitation on all accounts of my inviting you. May I ask why?”

Having being stunned, you took a second to collect your thoughts. “Well...I am a very busy woman. My job does not rest even if I have one night to wear a pretty dress and dance with a handsome king.” T’Challa smiled, “I can understand that. Forgive me for being so forward. It’s just that you are so interesting, and...I wanted to get to know you better.” “Aw my king, that is so kind of you. But-” “My lady,” Malika said boisterously as she opened the door, carrying a tray of fruits and cups of water, “I have the refreshments!”

“Ah Malika, thank you so much, I was just about to tell King T’Challa about how I couldn’t make it to his party because I’m about launch my new summer line. I have to send the designs over to dressmakers.”

“Oh that?” Malika asked with a growing smile, “Oh my queen, I did that for you already.”

Your eyes widened slightly as you thought up something else, “Oh...well I also must call the jewelers and make orders for some sample pieces. The models need jewelry to wear with my designs for the nest fashion show in a couple weeks.”

“That? My lady, I took care of that too.”

Your eyes narrowed, and in order to save face, you forced a smile to match Malika’s devious one.

“I have to clean my yard.”

“I called the gardener’s. He’s on his way to your house now.”

“I must feed my cat also.”

“I am sure you can do that once you actually buy him from the pet store.”

Your eyes narrowed more and you practically had to will yourself from strangling your assistant.

“If my party is too inconvenient for you,” King T’Challa spoke, a disappointed tinge to his dulcet voice, “Then I can come back later.”

“No,” you spoke, your tone direct, “I would love to come to the Wakandan Summer Ball.”

T’Challa’s lips stretched into a large grin, “Great. I hope to see you there. Please, let me know if you would like me to send transportation to pick you up. My contact information is-”

“On the letter,” You answered, mentally kicking yourself for having Malika dispose of the valuable piece of stationery.

“Lucky I held onto it so that you would not loose it,” Malika said, pulling the familiar invitation from her magenta dashiki.

“Excellent,” King T’Challa said jovially, as he and his Doras got up. Taking your hand gently, he kissed it, “I cannot wait to have you there.”

A second later, the King and his Dora Milaje were gone, leaving you and Malika alone.

“...You were banking on this the whole time weren’t you?”

“Yup,” Malika responded triumphantly, “Now let’s get you a dress for the ball.”

Translations:

Language: Xhosa

“Nkosazana” - address a miss (young women) in a formal work situation

“umhlobo wam” - “my friend”

“wam kumkani” - “my king”

(A/N: Aaaand that is Part 1 for Intimate Scars folks! Part 2 is coming right behind this one. I just wanted to make this imagine last a little longer. Please enjoy, like and comment. See you on the web!)

#t'challa x reader #t'challa x black!reader #black panther imagine #black panther x reader

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vgcam · 7 years

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“The Gift” by Vered Gilad Friedman

Description: Pendrell’s bad day gets an unexpected twist. Fanfic Category: Humor Disclaimer: Not mine. Can’t keep them. Enjoy them very much. Notes: Written for @txf-prompt-box Challenge on Tumblr. This sentence must be in your fic: “What are you holding behind your back?”

Agent Sean Pendrell looked at his watch and let out a vehement curse. He was going to be late for work yet again. It would be his third time in two weeks and the lab director was going to have his hide for this.

He couldn't even blame the traffic for his tardiness. He'd overslept. His alarm did go off but he somehow managed to turn it off through some dreamy haze, and thus, once he did finally wake up, he almost fell from his bed when he saw it was already nine o'clock.

Just the thought of the expression on his boss's face made him wish he could crawl under a rock and die. He would have called in sick but there was a major staff meeting and the lab director had stressed that unless they were lying under a slab of rock in a cemetery or on some hospital bed, there would be no exemptions. All had to attend. He'd come in to sit in those meetings with fevers of 102 and more in the past. The director didn't even offer slight appreciation for his sacrifice. There was no way he would be able to avoid coming to the office.

He quickly jumped out of bed, scrambling to get out of his PJs and into his suit and tie. He slithered his feet into his shoes and forwent tying his shoelaces as he grabbed his briefcase and hurried out of his apartment.

Of course, traffic had to be an abomination when he was running late. He'd hoped that since he was already delayed, that there would be less people on the road. Alas, it appeared as if today everybody had overslept and thus he found himself stuck for over an hour and a half amidst honking cars and aggravated drivers.

It was almost eleven by the time he clocked in. As he approached the lab entrance, he tried to prepare mentally for his boss's reprimand. Finally standing by the door marked 'LAB', he drew in a deep breath, opened it and entered.

To his utter surprise and relief, the lab rats were busy bustling about and nobody really noticed his tardy arrival. Shaking his head in disbelief, he quickly snuck to the nearby closet to hang his coat, but the moment he opened the closet door he was attacked by airborne balloons trying to make their way out.

In an attempt to prevent the balloons from escaping, Pendrell entered the closet as he blocked the balloons' exit with his body. As a final resort, he pulled the door behind him and shut himself within the closet's confines.

He'd solved the matter of the runaway balloons, but now he was in a tiny space filled with sheer darkness. He had no idea where the light switch was, but he still had his hand pressed against the door knob. All he had to do was just twist it, and he'd bring back the light, but to his total dismay, turning the knob did not yield the expected result. It wouldn't budge. He was nicely secured within the tiny dark closet.

Great going, Sean, he berated himself. Now what was he going to do? He could bang on the door until somebody heard him and set him free, but that would bring too much of that unwanted attention he'd so far managed to avoid.

No. He had to somehow figure his way out of here on his own, but the first order of business were the lights. There was slight chance he'd make any headway while in complete darkness.

So, without any further ado, he began patting the walls of the tiny closet in search of the light switch.

The logical location had to be by the door, so he palpated the wall up and down along the door sill but he couldn't find the switch. He didn't want to, but he had good reason to believe it was on the outside. Before he gave up and began pounding the door for help, he decided to check if there was some cord dangling from above that pulled the switch. He raised his arms and tried to feel for anything in the way, as he waved them to and thro.

Not only did he not find the subject of his search, as he was slowly turning around, he inadvertently trod on one of his untied shoelaces and the next moment he found himself losing his balance as he tried to lift his foot and realized too late that it wasn't possible. He went down like a bag of rocks. He tried to grab hold on whatever he could that was around him, but all he could catch were coats slung upon coat-hangers. As he tugged at the coat he'd managed to grab hold on, the garment came off the hanger and down he went with it.

The landing was a painful event. He couldn't prevent himself from letting out a cry of pain as his knee made contact with the floor tiles. The only upside was that he could hear the rushing of footsteps and voices crying out: "Who's there?" "Do you need help?"

With a deep defeated sigh, Agent Pendrell revealed his location and grim situation to whoever it was outside the closet door. "It's me. Agent Pendrell. I'm afraid I somehow managed to get myself locked in the coat closet."

He heard a clicking sound and suddenly bright light flowed into the tiny space he’d been occupying almost blinding him and forcing him to shut his eyes.

“Agent Pendrell!” A female voice shot out, her tone both shocked and concerned. “Are you OK?”

Pendrell still had his eyes shut tight. “I’m OK,” He blurted. He could feel hands trying to grab hold of his arms. He relented and welcomed the help he was offered. He slowly rose up. His knee still throbbed as he felt himself being guided carefully out of the closet.

“Slowly does it,” the voice ordered.

He had no problem complying. The throbbing of his knee gradually made way for full blown agonizing pain, and he couldn’t help but limp as he was maneuvered by his saviors.

“Here, Pendrell. Sit down.”

He felt a slight push on his shoulder and the touch of the edge of a seat against his thighs, and he leaned back and plopped down into it.

“Open your eyes.”

Like an over-obedient pup, Sean Pendrell complied, albeit with extreme caution as he recalled his reaction to the light as the closet door was opened. He let the light in slowly this time and gradually he got accustomed enough to be able to make out the faces of his helpers. Three women stared down at him, their eyes filled with concern.

“How did you manage to get yourself into such a mess, Pendrell?” Jane Cook, Chief of Molecular Biology, asked.

Pendrell was still trying to regain his senses and wasn’t quite sure how it had all happened at first. Then he remembered. “There were these balloons… Why were there balloons in the coat closet?”

Mia Lesley, Jane’s assistant, let out a chuckle. “Silly Pendrell. Don’t you remember? It’s Agent Scully’s birthday today. We’re having a tiny office party before lunch.”

Pendrell gulped. Fuck me! He’d totally forgotten. He was supposed to bring a fruit bowl. It was supposed to be a healthy snack party being that Scully was a health nut.

“Pendrell?” This time it was Jean Cohen, the Radio Frequency expert, “You didn’t forget Dana’s birthday now?”

Pendrell stared at his hands. He couldn’t bear the thought of staring into any of these women’s eyes at that moment. He knew that they knew how he felt about Dana Scully, so for him of all people to forget her birthday…

“Seriously?!” Jane cried out.

“It’s just that… it was a crazy morning…” he tried to explain.

“But you knew about the party over a week ago.” Jean admonished him.

Busted. He’d meant to buy her something; he just didn’t know what to bring her. Every gift he thought of would have sent the wrong message. He wanted something to show her that he knew her; something that might send a slight hint about his feelings for her, but most of his choices came between either too nerdy or too hopeless a romantic. He’d tossed aside the fake petri dish with fake bacteria, the heart-shaped chocolate box and the latest edition of Scientific American. With not much time left he decided he’d just get her a pretty pot-plant at the florist shop next to his apartment building. But of course, his morning dash sort of put the lid on that.

And now he had nothing. What a mess.

“Oh, c’mon Jean. Give him a break,” Mia shot at her friend. “Sean’s had a lot on his plate lately. Too many cases to handle. So he forgot. These things happen.”

Pendrell looked up at Mia, feeling grateful.

“You can hop by the gift shop and get her something now,” Jean suggested.

Yeah. He could do that, he figured.

He was about to get up and do just that, when a loud voice bellowed. “Agent Pendrell, I still don’t have that summery of your monthly activity for today’s staff meeting.”

It was Eva Sherman, the lab director.

Shit! Fuck! Could this day get any worse? “I was just about to send it to you, Mam,” he told the director.

“I expect it in my inbox in the next hour!” Director Sherman informed him. “If it won’t be there, I will have to rethink your upcoming promotion, Agent.”

Pendrell gulped. “It will be there, Mam.”

“Good!” Sherman said. “I’m off to a meeting with A.D. Skinner. I’ll be back in time for Agent’s Scully’s party.” With that she turned around and strode out of the lab, leaving a terribly distraught Pendrell behind her.

He looked up at the three remaining women, feeling like a complete loser. “I might as well get that report going.” He got up from his seated position and trudged wistfully in the direction of his desk.

“Pendrell…” Mia called out after him.

“It’s OK. I’ll get Agent Scully a gift some other time.” He said dejectedly.

“Nonsense!” Jane uttered. “I’ve got some free time. I’ll go buy that gift.”

Pendrell turned around, completely astounded. Maybe this day could turn out OK after all. “Really? You’d do that for me?”

“Sure. You’ve helped me out in the lab several times. It’s time I returned that favor.”

He felt extremely grateful. “Jane! You’re the best!”

“Nah. Dana’s the best, but I still like you anyway,” Jane laughed.

[Almost an hour later – same location]

Agent Pendrell clicked the send button. He had to rush through the report and he knew he would have done better had he been given additional time; hopefully Sherman would be satisfied with the semi-abridged version.

He leaned back and stretched out his arms and legs. He felt a tiny twang in his right knee, a reminder of his unfortunate morning. At least right now his luck was turning around. All he needed was that gift from Jane and he’d be fine.

He heard the lab door being swung open and as he turned around he caught sight of A.D. Skinner and Lab Director Sharman walking in with Agents Mulder and Scully in tow.

Damn. The party was about to begin and there was no Jane in sight.

Skinner and Sherman passed him by. Skinner gave him a courteous nod while Sherman offered him a very meaningful glare. Pendrell bowed his head slightly, his nerves getting the better of him.

He followed them with his eyes and almost jumped when a familiar female voice greeted him with “Hi Agent Pendrell.”

He blinked. “H… Hi… Agent… Scully…” he somehow managed. God! He sounded like a blundering fool. Why couldn’t he speak to her like a normal person? As long as it was shop talk he did fine, but the moment they left those boundaries and he was all over the place.

“Pendrell!” he felt a slap on his back. He looked up and caught Agent Mulder’s extra chummy grin.

“Hey,” he responded weakly.

“You’re joining us, right?” Scully said.

“Y… yeah… sure…” he blurted. Scully was talking to him but her eyes were constantly on Mulder. He sighed inwardly. He knew his chances with her were slim, but he couldn’t help himself. “I’ll be right with you.”

“Great!” Mulder approved. But he was already half way through the lab and on his way to the adjoining lounge where the party was scheduled.

As the directors and the agents entered the lounge, Pendrell could hear the sounds of giggles, chit-chat and music. The party was well on its way and Jane still hadn’t returned from her errand. Why was it taking her so long? All she had to do was go to the gift shop across the road. He was becoming anxious by the minute and he didn’t like it one bit.

“Agent Pendrell!”

Pendrell’s heart jumped with shock.

“Agent! Your presence is required,” It was director Sherman. She was standing at the lounge’s entrance, her stance was telling him he should hurry or else.

He fumbled out of his chair and quickly made his way to the party venue.

As he approached Sherman, he was ready to assume his usual cowering position, but the director offered him a hearty grin. “Thata’boy! Now get inside and enjoy yourself. That’s an order, Agent!”

“Yes, Mam!” he almost saluted, but he was quickly ushered into the lounge by his lab friends. Somebody shoved a plastic cup with some fruit juice into his hand, as another couple of unseen hands strung a paper hat on his head.

The tiny lounge was almost bursting with the unusual number of people that filled it. Pendrell felt somewhat overwhelmed. The noise was more than he could bear with too many people all talking at once and the music playing. He was having a hard time concentrating. People shook his hand, patted his back and just tried to start some form of conversation with him but to him it was all just a total blur. All he could think of was that Jane hadn’t yet arrived with that gift and he was now beginning to worry that his bad luck might have been transferred to her. He hoped she was OK.

Then He heard a deep-no-nonsense male voice making an announcement. “Let’s raise our fruit juice for this young and talented agent!”

Pendrell pushed his way through the crowd until he made the front ring. A.D. Skinner held his cup of juice in his left hand and his right hand rested on Agent Scully’s shoulder. Pendrell thought Skinner looked like a father presenting his very own daughter with immense pride.

The crowd cheered as all held their cups up high.

“Bottoms up!” That from Mulder.

Everybody cheered once more.

Suddenly Pendrell heard a woman from behind. “Sorry I’m so late. I just had to find the right gift for you.”

He turned around abruptly.

“Here,” Jane shoved a small rectangular box into his hands. “I didn’t wait for them to wrap it. Too short on time.”

Stunned, all he could divulge was a quick “Thank you.”

Jane smiled. “I got to go get my gift from my desk,” she said. “Be right back.” And she disappeared from the lounge just as quickly as she appeared.

Pendrell finally managed a quick peek at the small box he was holding. It read ‘Rabbit Habit’. At first it didn’t register, and then when it did, he almost choked.

Behind him he could hear as Agent Scully was thanking her colleagues for the presents she was receiving. He turned around only to realize he was next in line. He quickly hid the tiny box behind his back. Maybe he could still somehow run out of the lounge and save his face. He looked behind him only to find a rather large gathering, all eagerly waiting to reach the birthday girl. There was no escape route whatsoever.

“Agent Pendrell,” It was A.D. Skinner, “What are you holding behind your back?”

Pendrell felt his body temperature rising and he knew his face now matched his hair color.

“It’s… a gift… for Agent Scully.” He couldn’t look Scully in the eye as he reluctantly passed the package to her.

Suddenly the crowd went silent. The music that had so far been mostly masked by the din, could be heard and with it Agent Mulder’s voice as he sang along with it, completely oblivious to Pendrell’s mishap. “I'm pickin' up good vibrations. She's giving me excitations (Oom bop bop). I'm pickin' up good vibrations (Good vibrations, oom bop bop). She's giving me…”

Pendrell looked up and turned to look at Mulder along with the entire crowd.

“What?” Mulder shot back at the crowd innocently. “I love the Beach Boys. Now all I need is ‘Happy Rhonda’ and I’m a content man”.

THE END

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paniccord-ff · 7 years

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25.

My work life and personal life have become one, I have realised this today and I don’t know how to feel about it. I got a warning from my manager for lying, the bitch knew I was lying but what could I say? I can’t deny anything. Besides the bullshit and the warning, people have been congratulating me all day, even the patients. I was looking at this lady like you have broken your arm and you are in pain and you’re saying congratulations, are you ok over there. Chris went to New York with Royalty, he begged me to go with him but I said to him, I have to stay for work but I miss them. They have been away for one night, this second night is going to be painful. I went with Chris to Royalty’ ballet class which made my heart fall, those girls were so cute. My heart fell and I got so emotional, I could imagine my mini me doing that. I want our daughter to have Chris’ ears just like Royalty does, god I am so hormonal “let’s go” Maria nudged me, I am always daydreaming now but I can’t help it. So much is going on in my life, my mind can never catch up with it.

Closing the door behind me “you know what gets me, why do you want to work here still?” Maria asked me for the second time “because I worked so hard to get here, I feel like I will be living off Chris. I don’t want that either, I mean give it time. I may consider it because Chris struggles when we are apart, he hates me working here” Maria shook her head “I am telling you now, you better invite me to the wedding” she pointed at me, laughing at her “I will invite you, I just need to start thinking about places” stopping at the reception area “Rylee! I am glad you came. This came for you” turning around “all we get is flowers for you” smiling from ear to ear, taking the flowers from her “thank you, do you know who they are from?” she shook her head “I wasn’t about to open the envelope now” walking away from the desk slowly “let me hold them for you while you read the card” passing the flowers to Maria, opening the envelope “Chris always gets the most beautiful flowers for you” opening the card and reading it to myself ‘It’s you and me forever, J’ my face softened, I stopped walking “what’s with the face?” Maria questioned smiling, closing the card looking around me “oh just a card” swallowing hard, what the fuck.

Maria is not looking so I shoved them flowers in the trash, he is around me and knows where I work. Why is this lawyer taking so long, I feel a little scared now “Rylee, can you take Taylor here to the x-ray department” my manager said “yes of course” smiling at the little boy in the wheelchair “just follow Rylee, she will take you” she said to the parents, I am so lost in my own mind right now. Pushing the wheelchair down the lobby “how did you hurt your leg?” I questioned, I need to not be so miserable because the parents are already upset “he fell from his bedroom window” tapping the elevator button “oh, oh no. How did it happen?” looking down at the boy as we waited for the elevator “being bullied” I think I should have closed my mouth, I wish I didn’t ask now “I didn’t want to be here anymore” the boy said “no, don’t think that. Bullies are nothing, you have a family that love you so much” the elevator doors opened “but it would be better because I don’t have to be there” tapping the fourth floor “the world wouldn’t be a better place without you, I used to be bullied” crouching down to him “really?” nodding my head “I was bullied but I didn’t care, why should I let them win. This is why you should never let them win, don’t let anyone take away your happiness because look at that smile. You have so much to live for” the boy smiled at me, I don’t even know where this came from with me.

Waving at the boy as I walked off “get better” let me go back down now, I should move departments, look how calm this department is. Turning the corner, I never seen lobby’s that are so quiet because I am so used to seeing people on every corner “Rylee, yo!” hearing Daniel say behind me, rolling my eyes before turning around “wait up” he jogged over to me “what is it now?” he always got something negative to say “why are you saying it like that? Come on Rylee, it’s me. I just want to speak to you” I don’t know why I am even wanting to listen to him but that is just me “about?” Daniel stood in front of me, he sighed out “congratulations on getting engaged, I just want to apologise to you. I am happy for you, just you know. I liked you a lot” rolling my eyes “no! Hear me out Rylee” he spat, colleagues walked by us just looking “I like you so much and I still do, I let that come before our friendship and I messed up so much. Forget Bailey but I miss you, I miss your company, I miss your friendship and I am sorry. I was bitter and I am admitting that to you, I have been trying to find you for the longest but you were off” looking down at the ground “after everything you said to me you want to be friends? You hate me Daniel, you tried to fuck us over. Bailey and you, I sat in the cafeteria on my own because you both was so bitter about Chris and I” Daniel stepped closer to me “I admit that, I am sorry. I let it get the better of me, listen to me on this. Rylee you know me, I always had your back before Chris” he did but he fucked that up.

Closing my locker, Daniel has been latching onto me. I am not really speaking to him but he is following me “you really just going to ignore me?” he said at the side of me “not really, I just need to think. You and I will never be close, I will just tolerate you” he scoffed opening the door for me “you fucked that one up” walking by him “I hope you can trust me, besides. Bailey quit, she left my place and I am alone now” not like I care about her or anything but I love to hear gossip “oh how come?” I asked, I sound nosey “a better life of course, yo. Actually, I got something extra to tell you” he stood in front of me, I stopped walking “like?” he looked around us “Bailey told me that she pregnant with Lo child” my mouth hung open “no, that’s not the last of it. Lo said that it ain’t his, she got pregnant when all the homies fucked her” this is some hot tea “so now what? Is she homeless? Oh my god?” Daniel shrugged “I think she had an abortion but she is now living in Miami, she is someone’s side chick” this is so shocking, I didn’t think it “I got some shit, I got more gossip but you may hate me and think I am lying” I want to know “tell me or we will never be friends” Daniel chuckled “Bailey fucked Blake and she said it was his child also, I am trying to find out if she got an abortion” my mouth hung open “oh no, you better fucking find out. I don’t want that trash in my family!” I spat, Daniel busted out laughing.

I am so disgusted, Bailey is out here not knowing who the baby father is. I dislike Blake but no, I won’t have that connection to her “so you have the apartment to yourself now? Must be boring for you” walking out of the building “you friends have made up now?” Maria shouted behind me “not really, he won me over by telling me gossip” looking over at Maria at the side of Daniel “how easy of you” waving Maria off “I am easy on things anyways, I still don’t trust him but we shall work on that” walking towards the car park “Joe?” I said in shock, the hell is he doing here and stood next to my car “who is this big nigga? I seen his face from somewhere” Daniel pointed “he’s a friend of Chris’ erm, speak later” walking away from Daniel and Maria, I didn’t want to say he is a bodyguard but I am shocked he is here.

Fixing my bag on my shoulder walking towards Joe “why are you here?” I said in shock “I thought you went with Chris? I swear you did” Joe chuckled rubbing his face “I did and then came back because boss said to look after his wife, I came back for you. He told me what time you were coming out and I waited, he said you may be late and he right. You were late” covering my eyes giggling, god. Chris gives me butterflies, he is constantly thinking of me. I am so happy to see Joe after the flowers, I just felt so scared “thank you” moving my hand away from my eyes “oh and he told me to get you a latte, and don’t work too hard” seeing the Starbucks on the hood of my Range “oh my god, thank you” I wish I went with him now “so where we going?” Joe asked, I am in lala land right now. Picking the latte up from the hood “we are going for some lunch” unlocking my car door.

I don’t think Joe is happy we are eating at a healthy place, I like this place because it is good on the body “you like your chicken fried I guess?” I said, Joe nodded his head “yeah, this is rabbit food ma’am. I should have said no but thank you” drinking my fruit juice “why are you eating this anyways?” he pointed “I am getting married Joe, I look bad. I am going gym though, can you come with me? It’s my first time” his eyes lit up “my kind of place” placing my drink down “Joe, I don’t want to say this to Chris because he is working now and I don’t want him worrying but I am so glad you came. I got flowers from my ex, that means he knows where I am and I don’t know what to do because the police do nothing and I am alone. I was about to go with Daniel because I needed someone with me” I sound like a whiney child right now but I want to cry “Chris did say to me to come back for that reason but you should say it to him, it’s only right” Joe said he hates the food but he is eating it “to worry him? He is busy, just keep it between us. I thank you for coming though” Joe waved me off “it’s ok, I feel like I am sat with my friend anyways. Don’t feel like work at all but I will stay around, let me know if you see him. I will beat his ass” smiling at Joe.

I already feel like I am back to my old ways, like hiding away in the breakout area for the staff. I used to come here with Bailey and Daniel but now I am talking to Daniel we are back at it “remember when that old bitch came to find us and we left through the fire exit one time?” Daniel said, placing my phone down looking at Daniel “do not get me started, you opened the fire exit and it triggered the alarm. I was so mad, anyways. I have got another warning because I lied, I mean I didn’t lie. But obviously, the white bitch watches BET and saw it, I called the next day and said I was not well” Daniel snorted laughing “seriously? Wow Rylee, out of all the excuses” I sighed out rolling my eyes “the hell am I supposed to say? I didn’t wake up, but whatever. She hates me anyways” looking back down at my phone, Chris has posted a picture “she was dying to split us up anyways, she saw three black kids and just takes shit out on us” Daniel said, he looks so adorable at the record label. Liking the picture “follow me back on Insta Turner” looking up at him “mhmmm no, I thought I blocked you” I swear I did “no, you unfollowed me and that was it” going on to the search bar and searching Daniel’ name “I swear to god if you fuck this up” tapping his name and following him “Jesus Rylee, I am not. I am truly sorry, I let the jealousy get to me” locking my phone.

I was supposed to finish an hour ago but I didn’t, now it is dark out there and I hope Joe is still around. Grabbing my bag from my locker, grabbing my phone and looking at the lock screen. Chris has text me, three hours ago too. Closing my locker and walking out staring at my phone, unlocking my phone and tapping on the message.

From: Chris

To: Rylee

Why you following Daniel for?

Chris really doesn’t wait does he, he was on that so quickly “goodnight Rylee” looking up at Daniel “night, are you doing the night shift too?” he nodded “got to get that money, I am paying for the apartment myself now so yeah. See you around” he waved me off, smiling at him looking back down at my phone to text Chris back.

To: Chris

From: Rylee

I will call you, I left work late and going home now. Once I ate I will call if you are awake?

Pressing send and locking my phone, every time someone walks by me it’s like they know me and I hate it. I feel so scared and I don’t know if Joe is out there, what if he isn’t. I need to stay in a public place, but that car park is not so public. Walking out the hospital getting my phone out, let me call Chris now. I rather hear his voice while I walk there, unlocking my phone again and tapping on his name. Looking around the area, it is pretty dead. Pressing the phone to my ear as I walked, it will be my luck he doesn’t pick up. I need to not be weak, I am not letting some broke nigga scare me, I mean who cares about him. The phone call went straight to voicemail, looking at my phone and redialling his number “Why are you rushing for?” I gasped turning around in shock “fuck you!” I screamed out “woah, It’s me! Joe, damn Rylee” I breathed out in shock, I worked myself up just for it to be Joe. Moving the phone from my ear, my heart beating so fast “I am sorry, I creeped up on you. I was sat and you literally ran by me, my bad” disconnecting the call in silence.

I just told Joe to fuck off, what is even my problem “it’s fine, I am sorry” I mumbled walking to my car, hearing Joe quicken his pace “hey!” Joe shouted, seeing a hooded head pop up from the side of my car. The person which I know will be him ran off and so did Joe run at him, but Joe didn’t bother to chase him all the way “son of a bitch!” Joe shouted turning around “come Rylee, let’s just get of here” he waved me over, I am so done with life that I wish he would just fucking kidnap me, why me. Wiping the tears that fell “Rylee don’t cry” Joe said, unlocking my car door. I just want to go home, I mean New Jersey because I don’t have trouble there. Climbing into the Range and closing the door, Joe also got in. Locking the door from inside just in case “police are so useless; an expensive lawyer can’t do shit. I will be dead by then, mark my words Joe. They don’t take it serious, a man coming after me and has said he would rather me be dead then I be with Chris” starting the car engine “I wish he just takes me now, I am just that done with things. I am sick of crying, I am sick of being scared. Yeah, what if you wasn’t here, like once again someone saving me” I want to cry my heart out, I really do but I won’t right now.

Joe wanted to stay but I said no, I can’t do that to him. I have literally closed every curtain, blind in this house “you got my number now, call me. Just close the gate off, the security cameras are on also” smiling at Joe “thanks, I will do” he opened the front door “call Chris, he has been calling a few times now” after he ignored my two calls I ignored his five calls “I will, bye” he closed the door and I was quick to put the passcode in, I am not about to open any of these doors or windows “fuck my life” this house is so big and lonely, he has so much money here and cars. What if someone knows I am here alone and they decide to take his things “fuck” grabbing the glass of wine and rushed towards the stairs, sprinting up the stairs and to the bedroom.

Turning the volume down on the TV, let me call him back now. Putting Chris on speaker phone as it rang out, if he does not pick up then I am going to sleep “babe” he picks up finally, I want to cry because I have missed him so much “hey Chris” I strained out, he sounds like he is outside somewhere “where is Roro?” I questioned “she is in the hotel, it’s cool. My homie is with her” frowning at the phone “right, how about you don’t do that Chris” I don’t like that at all “well you didn’t want to come” my eyes widened “I had work Chris, you can’t put that on me at all” what an ass “mhmmm, facetime me now” he demanded putting the phone down, he is so rude at times and I am not in the mood to be facetiming.

Staring at myself in the camera, I don’t look like I have been crying at all which is good “I love you” he said as the facetime connected “I love you too Chris, where are you now?” clearly he is in a car “going back to the hotel, I had to do a quick change on a song. I miss you like crazy Rylee” a small smile played on my face “honestly, I have been thinking about you this whole time away, I know it’s not long but I just can’t get you off my mind” placing my right hand over my face feeling myself getting shy “hold up, wait!” he spat, moving my hand away “what?” Chris mean mugged the phone “where is your ring!? You left the home without the ring? Seriously!?” looking down at my hand “shit” I forgot to put it back on “yes shit, the hell you doing Rylee!? Five million for you to not wear it, you’re mine! My wife and you not wearing the ring” I could have saved all the arguments but stupid me forgot “I can’t wear the ring there Chris, it’s a public place and I don’t want it to be taken” Chris is all angry now “then quit the fucking shit job Rylee before I get you fired, I don’t want you to be working anyways. I am so annoyed you ain’t wearing the ring I bought you, that is so wack” rolling my eyes in annoyance “why you rolling your eyes at me when you took your ring off?” he is so dramatic “because you’re mad dramatic but guess what? I am working tomorrow so I am going to sleep, night” disconnecting the facetime, I know he will hate that.

Chris called my phone straight away, I don’t want to play childish games so I will pick the phone up “hello” I sighed out “I am a little offended and you put the phone down on me again I will fly my ass out there and get your ass” getting into the bed covers “you done threatening me? Don’t do that to me, please just let me go sleep” who wants a man when they are like this “I get a little uptight, I am sorry” Chris apologised “keep it Chris, I am sorry but I am not wearing the ring at the hospital so accept that” he needs too “that is wack as fuck, I don’t like that shit at all. You don’t need the job anymore, you could be with me but no, you’re there. I will let you sleep but just know I am upset too. I am upset because you’re upset because I upset you, fuck. Fine good night Rylee” he disconnected the call, closing my eyes letting the tears fall.

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Within the Gray Mist [3.]

Paring: Marufuji Ryo/Zane Truesdale x Reader

Summary: [Dragon!AU] You were a village nobody, one of a many faces in the crowd. You’ve always thought your life will be simple and normal. But when you met a wounded dragon on one snowy day, everything you knew was challenged.

pervious: [2.]

You heard creaking sound of a burning wood. You stood still, unable to move even an inch of your body. You watched, almost hypnotized, as flames were turning your home into ashes.

“…No…” you said through clenched throat. You felt a presence beside you, and you turned to see Ryo’s face lit by orange glow of flames.

You heard shouts and cries.

You took off.

“Wait! You shouldn’t-!” You heard Ryo’s voice behind, but you ignored him and ran straight towards your village.

You didn’t care about the hot air hitting on your face, you just run towards your home. What about your parents? Your brother? Were they alright?

You fell on the path, and as you tried to get up, you screamed in pain. Somebody yanked your hair and jerked you by the arm. Unfamilair face came into your view, twisted in a grimace. You screamed once more when the man pulled you with him.

‘’Come on!” he yelled.

“Let me go!” you hoarsed, trying to twist out of his grasp. “Let-!”

He knocked you down, and the last thing you remembered was your home enfluged in orange mass of a falling wood.

You woke up with a headache. Your lungs were burning, and every breath caused a pain in your throat.

What has happened? Slowly, you started hearing an repetetive sound of jarring . Again and again. You were shrunken on your side, with your face pushed onto a hard matirial. Wood, you decided. You heard a wail of a woman. You couldn’t recognize a single word, but the sound of her cry woke you up.

What has happened?

You opened your eyes. It was dark, but bright enough to see the shadows on the walls.

What has happened?

“You’re awake?” a hoarse voice from somewhere above you asked. You felt a hand on your shoulder. It hurt. “Hey?”

“I-” you started, but a series of coughs interrupted you. You breathed slowly, clearing your throat. You nodded, which caused a weave of nausea in your stomach. “Oh thank gods!” the voice whispered. A female you thought. “I’m Yeam, from The Southern Forest tribe. You’re from the Valley of Tylluan, right?” You blinked. It took you long minutes, to connect the fact and finally you gave her a nod. “I’m so sorry… we weren’t able to warn you,” she said. To warn you? About what? Your mind was slowly waking up, and a sense of fright overwhelmed you. The floor jumped and you felt your head hitting the wooden structure. “Where..?” you tried to get up, but something heavy on your legs made it impossible. The girl -Yeam, you reminded yourself- helped you up. “We’re in a carriadge,” she said quietly, with sadness evident in her voice. “Almost at the borders with Westenra. You slep almost three days.”

You started panicking. You recognized the smell that has been irrating you since you woke up. Slowly the image of flames coming from every side appeared in your mind. You trembled. “Easy, it’s okay…” Yeam patted you on your back. “Shh…” Only then you noticed tears streaming down from your eyes. Sobs shook your body and even a hug couldn’t stop your shivering.

“Mom…Dad…Melys…” you reapeted between the sobs. They were dead. Burned. Turned to ashes. Dead. Dead.

You fell asleep and woke up again. And fell asleep and woke up. Yeam was with you. You wanted just to sleep, in sleep you did’t feel anything. You were numb. When you were awake you were terrified and you couldn’t get the image of an demonic face out of your mind. You were hungry. You slept over the time when somebody would come with food, and now your stomach hurt. Yeam made you stay awake and you finally took the time and looked over the carriage. There were people, all with dirtied faces, stinking of smoke and sweat. But putting aside the dirt, only about a half of them looked like people of Daksina Lands. Yeam told you quite a bit was taken in Westenra, while you were asleep. Adults, women and children sat by the walls.

Some cried, some sat quietly, some slept. You numbly looked from face to face, with a small light of hope in your heart, that maybe you’d be able to recognize anybody from your tribe. You grasped your talisman in your hand, looking at the boy, that at first moment looked like Melys. But then you noticed his nose was too long, his hair too short. It was not Melys. In the dark corner, where almost no light reach sat a person, that since you were awake hadn’t made a single sound. His head turned, and in the darkness, you met eyes you knew. Deep midnight blue eyes met your gaze and held it with a calmness.

You stumbled towards him, with chains around your ankles clacking with your every move. You felt his gaze on you, calculating and cold. You sat before him, rubbing a shackle on your wrist. "Why are you here?!" you whispered. Your eyes fell on his stomach, where his wound should be. You saw only a pink scar. Ryo sighed and showed you a shackle around his wrist. You frowned. He was a dragon, wasn't he able to break this? "Those are anti-magic chains," he whispered back and looked around the carringe. You followed his gaze and indeed everyone had one of those. "Where are they taking us...?" you asked, more to yourself than anybody. Ryo only shook his head and leaned on the wall. You moved back to your spot by Yeam. "A friend?" she asked. For the lack of better response you only nodded. You started to sweat. Your clothing, made for cold weather was just too warm - for wherever you were now. Weeks of travel in closed space made you yearn for any kind of movement. It was suffociating, sitting and sleeping between so many people. The other day a woman, that used to cry every night, fell ill. The man leading the carriage busted in and simply threw her out to the wilderness. People that captured you were making you neauseas. They would come once a day and feed you with tasteless soup, and then drive a carrages all day long. You noticed that your carriage was one of the many, but sometimes they would separate from the caravan going their own way. Each time you would follow them with your gaze, with a thightened throat. What if in one of those were your parents or your brother? Maybe they were still alive? You wished you could just jump off and make sure whether or not they were there.

Another thing that confirmed your suspicion that these people were not daksinian, was their language. It sounded foregain to your ears. When they were speaking to you they would use common tongue, with an accent that felt somehow familiar. You learned common tongue when you were younger. Tribe Chief made sure that his people could speak common tongue to talk with merchants coming to your village. You also spoke with a accent, but much different than theirs. Another weeks passed and more people died. It was suffociating and hot. It was like if you were sitting near a giant fire, surrounding you from all sides, without a way out. Finally the carriage stopped. The man led you out, rushing you to the outside. You were standing on a clear ground, blinded by the sun. You breathed in the fresh air and you felt all different kinds of smells in your nostrils. None smelled like a forest in winter. You opened your eyes, but soon you had to narrow them again. Hot air mixed with dust hit you will its full force. You watched as people walked out of the carriages, onto yellow ground, covered with some kind of white shining stones. From the building busted out a man, with a frowning face, making beads in curtains flutter. He marched up to your group, clothed in nothing but a dress and a cloak, leaving his chest bare.

"My name is Jaharis," he spat, straightening his back. With every word golden neckleces glowed in the sun. "I am your superior and you are going to adress me as Lord Jaharis." With his hand circling a sword by his hip, he started to walk alongside the line in which you stood. "I don't care who you were or where are you from, from now on you are servants of His Majesty, King Aknadin", he said. His thin lips thightened into a snarl. "Work good and you shall be rewarded, be lazy and you shall be punished. Now, all of you will come to my friend in the storage room, and sign a deal," he pointed to the building from which he came from. With each step he took, colorful pearls jingled in his fiery red hair. He took a deep breath. He ordered you to stay in line and queued you to the storage room. "What a wonderful day to be alive," mumbled tall man standing beside you. "Huh?" you turned your face to him. "Ah you're one of those," ha said. "Excuse me?" "We're slaves now. Deal my ass," he spat. "Just keep quiet and do what you're told, missy," he grinned with a smile that didn't reach his green eyes. You turned back with your jaw quivering. You knew what a slave meant, you never imagined you would be one though.

The queue moved slowly, after a while you hadn't heard any more conversation. You felt as if you were waiting for a snowstorm to come. It was your turn, and the man by the desk looked at you expectantly.

"What are you good at?"

"Uh," you mumbled. "Hunting... Housework?" He nodded, plucking an wierd looking fruit on his side. His hand moved slowly, as he wrote down. "Sing here," he showed you a piece of paper an a blank space. You took the quiver from his rough hands and stood uncertain. How would your name be written in common tounge? Should you write in your language? "Faster! If you can't write just make a cross." And that you did. "Kitchen maid," he announced. "Next!" "w-what?" you jumper. "I can't cook..!" "Next!" he shooed you away, like a annoying fly, and repeated the question he asked you. Your protest turned to be futile as you were showed to the group of a few woman. You trembled unconciously. You were given new clothes, consisting of a rough dress and pair of shoes. The grey material was uncomfortable and made you scratch yourself from time to time. You were led to the place, and then to another romm you guessed it was kitchen. Hot air hit your face when you followed one of the women inside. People were running around, like an ants within their nest, carrying bowls and pots with liquid splashing on the floor. Shouts of many different languages tangled in a cacophony of sounds, making you unable to focus gaze on anything.

‘’Take this, and go mix the soup,” you hadn’t noticed a woman standing in front of you, until she pushed a spoon into your hands and showed you to the stove. You stumbled, pushed around by busy cooks, clutching the wooden spoon in your hands. The soup before you gurgled as you placed the spoon in it. The mixed smells made your stomach flip, and you soon forgot about the hunger you felt before.

“Go, cut the onions,” you were ordered, and once again you were showed to another place with a knife in your hands. You looked hesitantly at the vegetables, “We don’t have a whole day!”

You chopped the onions, with trembling hands. And as usual they looked ugly and crooked. The main cook looked at you with frown, but showed the onions into the soup.

‘’Add salt,” you threw a handful of salt into the soup, and waited as the cook tasted it. He grimaced and hit your hand with a spoon. ‘’Too much!” he glared and added a few curse words as he tried to fix the soup. Another tasks came one after the other, and the cooks always had a glare on their faces when they saw how ugly your work turned out.

‘’Good for nothing,” a kitchen maid cursed under her breath, looking at you. You looked away, fiddling with your dress.

A day came to an end in no time, and all you wished for was to escape that hellish place. The place you were supposed to sleep was no better, as the temperature was still high enough to make you sweat. With a pillow and a dirty blanket, you looked around wishing to see any familiar face. You were too tired and when your efforts turned to be futile, you just found a corner for yourself and laid down. Facing the wall, you heard more people coming in and out of the room.

You shut your eyes tightly and wished that next time you will open them, everything will turn out to be a very bad dream, and you will awake in your room with your family safe, and your day would be just like any other.

You saw flames again, and screams. Twisted face of a monster yanking your hair. It was too hot. Too hot to breath, to think, to live. You were suffociating, and no sound would come out of your throat. You wanted just a drop of a water, nothing more. You saw your parents in the flames, and when you tired to reach to them, when you were almost grasping their hands, they just busted in flames.

You awoke, sitting up straight, with tears running down your face. Your heart beat frantically, and you looked around finding yourself in unfamiliar place. Rubbing your talisman you tried to calm yourself down, when slowly everything was coming back to you. Other people were still sleeping, and you noticed that it was still dark outside. You put your head on your knees and sobbed.

You didn’t know how much time passed, but it couldn’t be long, when the doors opened and a man with a bell came in.

‘’Wake up!” he rung his bell, and shouted once more. You were given a piece of bread and water. You drank it with one gulp, wishing for more.

Once again you were showed into the kitchens and another day of work started. And that’s how almost three days passed, with a same vicious cycle of you messing up the work and being beaten with a spoon. Your hands, your shoulder hurt by the end of the day. And then you couldn’t sleep, and if you did, the nightmares came.

‘’You, what’s your name?” an eldery woman asked yet another day. She was standing by the stove. You answered her and waited. If you remembered correctly, her name was Aguhie ‘’Good, _____, you are disaster in my kitchen.”

You looked on your feet.

‘’It’s not my fault,” you muttered. You heard the woman clicking her tounge.

‘’Whose then?” she hissed, digging her bony fingers into your shoulder. “Don’t answer. Take the tray. Yes that one, and come after me.”

You followed the kitchen maid out, with a food on a tray. You gulped when you thought of how tasty it smelled. You walked through unfamiliar maze of corridors, looking around and wondering where she would lead you. You walked inside a spacious room, decorated with ethereal curtains and beads, rattling on the wind. You looked towards the wooden table, illuminated by the sunlight coming from enormous windows.

By the end of the table sat a girl, and man you knew as Jaharis – or rather Lord Jaharis. The kitchen maid lowered her head, and after a nudge from her, you followed the suit.

‘’Princess,’’ Aguhie greeted the girl, and you took a glance at the girl. She couldn’t be older than you. The kitchen maid, nudged you again and you guessed that you were to give the girl the tray. Without a word you walked up to her, and put the tray before her.

‘’Thank you!” she clapped her hands and smiled to you. You blinked. Her dark blue eyes moved from you to the food. ‘’I’m digging in!”

‘’Uh, okay?” you mumbled and stood, shifting your feet. You noticed the princess didn’t have that weird bracelet around her hand, like you, Aguhie or Jaharis.

‘’This is not how you address her highness, girl,” Lord Jaharis snarled.

You looked at him. You weren’t sure what he meant – the idea of a princesses, kings and queens and how to address them was foreign to you. You pursed your lips and still kept quiet.

‘’I’m talking to you,’’ he stood up and jerked your hand.

‘’Jaharis, please stop!” the girl, a princess, stood up as well. She glared at him,‘’Let her go!”

‘’But Princess Mana, that stupid slave offended you!” he addressed the girl. She shook her head, making her brown locks flutter.

‘’I’m not offended,” she said. Jaharis recultantly let you go, and you messaged your arm. You glared at the floor, angler bubbling in you. What have you done wrong? ‘’Thank her highness for her grace! What are you waiting for?”

You looked at him, and tilted your head. Why should you thank the girl? For what grace exactly? You looked between the two. Their customs were so strange, and your confusion only arose.

‘’I’m so sorry for this foolish girl, your highness, my lord,” the kitchen maid lowered your head along with hers. You blinked. ‘’I’ll punish her accordingly, please forgive her.”

‘’Oh no, there is no need for punishment,” the princess said, gulping down her breakfast.

‘’We’re really sorry. Come on, don’t disturb princess anymore,” the woman jerked your arm, and lead you out of the room. ‘’What is it with you?”

‘’I don’t understand,” you frowned, crossing your arms. ‘’Who is this princess, and why should I bow to her? Where have I offended her? I don’t understand this land at all!”

Your lip trembled as you looked at Aguhie. She sighed and started walking. You still felt Jaharis’ fingers digging into your arms. As you walked through the corridor, you watched the outside world from the windows. You noticed you must’ve been on higher storey, as the people down there were small. It was such a weird feeling, that you even stopped and looked out of the window. The men outside were taking bags out of carts and putting them inside a store room. You noticed a familiar blue hair within the man.

‘’Ryo!” you shouted, without thinking. You haven’t seen him since the day you were separated by the deal signing. You neither saw Yeam anywhere, and seeing him made you strangely relieved.

He looked up to you and and before you could wave to him, Aguhie jerked your hand.

‘’Come on, girl!” she clicked her tounge. You glanced back to the windows, and sighed. Aguhie cleared her throat and slowed down. She looked at you and began ‘’in the palace there are rules you must follow. You are just a servant here, so anyone else is your superior. You should talk to them with respect, bow your head. Do whatever they want you to do. Be it Jaharis, the princess or the king.”

You raised a brow at her.

‘’What a weird system,” you said.

‘’That's how it works here. I don’t know where are you from, but here it is a basic knowledge.”

You nodded, but you still had no idea of why you should act like you were worse than them. Your tribe was a family, a chief was family, a hunter was a family, a shaman was a family. You didn’t bent knees to either of them, because they were of a different position that you - you were equals.

The day came to an end, and when you woke up next morning, you were glad the bell shook you out of the nightmare. You were told, a minute later, to take your pillow and blanket. It seemed new slaves would be coming today, so they were shuffling you around. You put your things in different, yet very similar room.

When you stepped inside the kitchen, Aguhie walked up to you.

‘’Oh no, sweetie, you’re outta here,” she said, waving the spoon. ‘’Clarre, take her with you to the town shopping,” she addressed a man, with a pergamin. He looked at you, and nodded. You were relived, you didn’t have to spent another day in hot kitchen. You followed Clarre to the carriages. He told you to join the group of a few man and women in the back.

You saw Ryo between them and quickly moved past other people to match your steps with his.

“Um…” you started, not really knowing what to say. He glanced at you, and said nothing and just followed the carriages.

You walked through the gate out of the palace, to the city. You looked overwhelmed at the crowd of people before you. The city looked like a maze of small houses, built up in a irregular construction, that made an impression as if they were to collapse this very moment. Were stumbling on the street, covered in nothing but the sand. The noise was making you jump away from every man, shouting at you from the small booths on both sides of the road. The unfamiliar language rung in your ears, as a lady tried to show into your hands a scarf. You shook your head and steppedd back. A dog barked at you, with a group of children running between the carriages.

You stumbled and felt your head spin. You put your hands to your ears, trying to cut off the noise, but to no avail.

‘’Easy there, _____,” you felt a cold hand on your shoulder. You looked up at Ryo, feeling slightly calmer as he guided you with his hand. He made an impression of composure, though you could see his brow in a deeper frown. You looked at your feet, not wanting to see the town anymore, and focused on walking.

You reached your destination. It was a big house, with many workers that brought out chests and bags with food. You helped to load it onto the carriage, and within half an hour they were full.

‘’_____, there is a way out of here,” Ryo said on a low tone, as he was helping you with a bag of grain. You looked at him. ‘’When the carriages start moving, we can get out of here, by using the storage house.”

‘’You want to…?” you gasped. He shushed you putting a finger to his lips. You gulped and looked around, was it possible to actually escape. You slowly nodded to him.

He motioned to you to follow him, and you did. Nobody paid attention to you. You walked inside the storage house, and followed Ryo through the corridor to the hall you were taking the grain from. You noticed he was walking up to the window, you earlier overlooked.

“What are you two doing?” Clarre’s voice resounded through the room. He was standing with two guards by his side. ‘’We’re leaving.”

Ryo jumped and stood on a windowsill. He reached his hand to you.

“You!” one of the guards shouted, and made a movement with his hands. Ryo grasped the bracelet on his arm and grimaced. Another signal by the guard made him shake and he fell down from the window. His breathing was short, and sweat appeared on his head. He was sized, and no kicking helped him – it only angered the guard.

The other guard caught you and knocked you down to the ground. You yelped, but he didn’t waste time and seized you. You were brought to the carriages and pushed. The guards didn’t leave your side as you walked back to the palace.

“Don’t think the punishment doesn’t await for you,” one of them snarled. You trembled and glanced at Ryo. He still looked as if he was in pain from that blast that took him down. You looked down at your bracelet, so not only it blocks magic, but it can be used to infect pain? Your stomach flipped.

The cellars were cold, unlike the overwhelming hot air you were in all time. Yet that thought didn’t make you any less happy, as you were lead to the cell to be punished.

‘’For the escape try…” the guard tapped his finger on his cheek, as he stood before you. You trembled. ‘’Twenty for you, ten for the girl,” he decided with ugly smile. He looked back at Ryo and then jerked your hand. He took a wooden cane and showed you on the ground. He raised the cane in his hand.

You hadn’t felt this much pain ever. You screamed and covered your head in fear for another hit. You screamed with every hit, and when the tenth came you just laid on the ground, not moving a single finger. You felt tears on your dirty cheeks.

Through fuzzy vision you saw Ryo having his bare back turned to the guard. He looked at you, with his eyes apologizing to you, when the first hit came. He didn’t shout like you, you just saw his jaw clenching.

Stumbling and tripping you were led to your sleeping quaters. Ryo was still in the cellars when you fell down on your blanket. You yelped in pain, and shut tightly your eyes. It hurt, it hurt, it hurt. It hurt so much, you didn’t know if you could take it anymore. Sobs shook your body, as you clutched your pillow and hugged yourself close.

It was hell.

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