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Title: I’ll Bee Kissing My Honey

Pairing: Stira (Stiles Stilinski + Kira Yukimura)

Rating: Mature

Word Count: 5,078

Warnings: None

Summary:

Kira chuckles softly and Mr. Stilinski quirks a brow in question. She winks. “I told him he could tally the number of kisses and I will give him twice that many when we get home.”

Noah’s eyebrows fly up and then he rolls his eyes playfully. “Of course you did,” he says with a smile. He glances at his son. “You spoil him.”

“Perhaps but he spoils me more.”

Created For: @badbitchesbingo / Square Filled: Honey - Halsey

Kira loves mornings. There's just something about getting up when the sun hasn't made an appearance yet. The world is still, and the only sounds are her feet hitting the pavement as she runs, the soft pants of her breathing and the music in her ears. She runs every single morning.

Today however, she decided to run in the afternoon.

Nearing the end of her run, she turns down their street and slows her pace to a jog. A couple blocks later she slows to a fast walk and then resumes a normal walking pace. There are little black curls framing her face from the slight heat.

The neighborhood she lives in with her fiancé is small and not very busy. She heads up the driveway towards the house and pulls her key out of her sports short's pocket.

Her black ponytail bounces as Kira bobs her head to the beat of the song. Her taste in music varies day to day. She started her run with Halsey and is now currently humming along to Prop Me Up Beside the Jukebox (If I Die) by Joe Diffie.

Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord I wanna go to Heaven, but I don't wanna go tonight Fill my boots up with sand, put a stiff drink in my hand Prop me up beside the jukebox if I die Lord prop me up beside the jukebox if I die

As she tries to fit the key into the lock, she can't help but wonder if she should be thanking Mr. Stilinski for getting the song on her list or be annoyed. It's nothing like the rest of what she listens to. However, when you love someone, you care about them and the people they care about. Mr. Stilinski loves country music. He's her fiancé's father. Therefore, she cares.

He keeps saying he'll make a true cornhusker of her yet. Thing is she is already a Cornhusker since she's been living in Nebraska for as long as she's been with his son. They've even gone to as many football games as they could afford. She even has her own custom husker jersey. Still, it's nice to feel so welcome.

She wipes her hand against her midriff—she always runs in a sports bra and sports shorts during the summer in either lavender purple or neon pink—to clear the light layer of sweat from her run. Then as she switches the song to her current fav, her eyes fall on her engagement ring.

The band is white gold with a medium sized diamond in the center. There's a small orange sapphire on either side of the diamond and then there's the finishing touch of leaves weaving between the gems. She still remembers the day he proposed as if it was yesterday.

Kira had been speechless at the sight of the ring and the moment she realized he had it custom made for her from the very jewelry store where her father got her mother's ring she burst into tears. She can't begin to imagine how much it cost. Although the sentimentality of it was priceless. So, there was no hesitation, doubt or question when she gave him her 'Yes'. She of course would've said yes to a twenty five cent ring from a machine at the supermarket.

They've been together for three years and engaged for nine of those thirty six months. Not to mention they've known each other a lot longer than that.

Kira doesn't resist the soft smile that forms on her face. Oh, she loves her fiancé to pieces. She steps inside singing along to the current song.

She told me "Open your mouth" She said "I've got a surprise" And so I opened it wide And then she crawled inside She's on the tip of my tongue She's on the top of my thighs And if I searched a thousand miles I'd be dying to find

Her voice is smooth like silk, and she starts dancing as she closes the front door behind her, making sure to lock it.

Between my fingers She leaves then she lingers If she's gonna go Well then I'm going with her I know that I won't forget

She was sweet like honey But all I can taste is the blood in my mouth And the bitterness in goodbye Dripping like honey Down the back of my throat and out the front of my mind And now she's impatient and I'm complacent With just a little taste of wasting time Looking for honey But she stings like she means it She's mean and she's mine

Kira kicks off her shoes and socks by the door and pads barefoot towards the back porch hoping to get a kiss from her man. However, she doesn't find him in his garden where he spends a lot of his time tending to the various flowers they have growing. He always says his mother loved to garden and he couldn't not carry on that love himself.

She'll often find him on his knees, fingers caked in dirt, and some smeared on his cheeks, but the bright smile on his face makes the mess worth it to her. Sometimes she'll even grab the hose and chase him around the yard with it. It always ends with both of them soaking wet and grinning ear to ear as they kiss.

Not finding him outside, she heads back inside and towards the side stairs. Maybe he's in his art room that doubles as a study. She takes the steps two at a time. While Kira isn't really an artist or author herself, she does write some poetry and she loves listening to her fiancé's work. Her favorite is when they curl up together and he reads his stories to her out loud. His voice is the best thing her ears have ever heard.

The study is silent and empty when she peeks in. Her eyes still scan the room, pausing briefly on the books her fiancé has had published and she smiles, feeling pride swell in her chest.

He's not in the garden, the study nor their room and she can't hear the shower running. There's no text that he's gone out, which means he's in the house somewhere.

Not everyone understands why they tell each other when they're going to be out of the house or really why they're so open with each other. Kira has tried to explain, as has her fiancé but really, it's their relationship and some things are too personal.

When Kira was nine her father had to go pick her mother up from the airport. Since Kira was in school at the time and the airport was less than an hour away, he didn't think it was necessary to tell her he'd not be home when she got there like he normally was.

Sadly, there was an accident on the freeway as her parents were coming home. Neither of them survived the accident. It still brings tears to her eyes to this day but it's not as painful as it was then. She went to live with her Aunt Kiko and her Uncle Nikolo.

Growing up without her parents was hard. Still with the help of her family she thrived and whenever it would hurt too much, she'd curl up in bed with a family picture. When she closed her eyes, she'd still be able to picture the last hug she got from her mother and the last kiss to her forehead from her father. It's another reason why Mr. Stilinski is such an important person to her. He's actually going to walk her down the aisle at their wedding.

Kira shakes her head and heads back downstairs. When she told her fiancé about losing her parents about a year after meeting their sophomore year of college, she felt like a weight was lifted because every time he had to go do something after that, he would text her. It's part of why she fell in love with him to begin with.

The memory of the first text he sent swirls in her mind as she heads towards the kitchen. She's pretty sure they still have some glacier freeze Gatorade left in the fridge.

As she turns into the room, she catches sight of her fiancé sitting at the kitchen island, staring at his computer and she smiles.

His back is to her, so he doesn't notice her right away. Not wanting to break his concentration, she grabs a Gatorade and then glances over his shoulder. "Bambi? Everything okay?" she whispers, brushing her fingers along his back.

"'M phine," he replies, startling only slightly at her apparent sudden appearance.

She tilts her head and takes a drink before resting her chin on his shoulder. He instinctively melts into her. Kira smiles as she sets the Gatorade on the counter and places a kiss on his neck. Her attention then falls to his computer screen.

It's a regular thing for her to find him researching all kinds of things on his computer at all hours, especially when he's working on a book. She tilts her head as she scans the article.

"Honey?"

"Mm?"

"Why are you looking up the time it takes ice cubes to freeze fully?"

He sighs and the tips of his ears turn red. "Don' wav. 'Kay?" ("Don't laugh. Okay?")

Kira isn't sure why he sounds off, but she nods despite him being unable to see it. Her lips touch his neck again and she gives the pale mole dotted skin a soft nip. "I won't."

He turns to look at her, his cheeks bright red and her eyes widen.

"Bambi what happened to your—"

Stiles groans and averts his gaze. "Vee sing. Ah m 'ip!" ("Bee sting. On my lip!")

He points to it and Kira fights not to smile. "I can see that. You know we have ice packs, right?"

"I 'ew 'at," he says with a huff. ("I knew that.")

Kira snorts and covers her mouth as she retrieves an ice pack from their freezer. "So, you had a fight with a bee today huh?" she asks as she sits on the stool next to him. She places her left hand on his thigh and raises her right hand with the ice pack to touch his lips. "Who won?" she lightly teases.

Stiles winces and then shudders. "I 'ay I 'id. 'Ut don' 'eel 'ike eh." ("I'd say I did. But don't feel like it.")

Kira giggles and tilts her head. "We've not had problems with bees before. I wonder why one of them stung you."

If it's possible his cheeks get ever darker red. "'Y 'ault." ("My fault.")

"Your fault?" she asks, confused. Then she gasps. "Oh! The hive we took down? I thought it was empty. Did they come back?"

Stiles shrugs and then nods, careful not to dislodge the soothing cool relief of the ice pack. "'ee 'as a'own. Un 'ee," ("Bee was alone. One bee,") he explains, and Kira is grateful there was only one. She's also glad her fiance isn't allergic. As it is, his lip is really swollen.

"Why didn't you put something on it sooner, honey?"

Another shrug is his reply as his hand finds hers where it's still resting on his thigh. His thumb gently rubs over the knuckles of her hand. She likes the feeling, and she knows it's calming to him.

She decides not to ask any more questions until he can talk easier. "Well, at least you got the stinger out."

Stiles pales. "I 'idn't eve' 'ink 'bou 'at." ("I didn't even think about that.")

Kira quirks a brow. "Well honeybees can only sting once and their stinger breaks off when they do. You remember The Bee Movie right?"

He nods, still a little panicky at the thought of a stinger being stuck.

"You'll–" she chuckles and when it gets her a quirked brow she continues. "You'll beeee just fine, honey." She follows her statement with a buzzing sound.

Stiles snorts and then winces when the action pulls his lip away from the ice pack. His eyes shine with affection and unadulterated love as he gazes at her. Kira knows she's his whole world, just as he is hers.

"Ah' ooo 'ure eh ow?" he asks nervously. ("Are you sure it's out?")

Kira pulls the ice pack away to check, gently running her thumb across his bottom lip. Stiles shivers at her touch and she smiles at him. "I'm sure, honey. Just your lips. Perfect as always."

Stiles grins at her and leans forward for a kiss.

Kira giggles as she places the ice pack on the counter and presses that hand to his chest. "Honey, I love you, but I think right now we should hold off on the kisses."

The pout on his face should not be as adorable as it is. "I 'an 'isses," ("I want kisses,") he says, puckering his lips or well attempting to since swollen lips are not really puckerable.

It makes Kira shake her head in fond exasperation. Then her eyes widen. "Honey, aren't you supposed to work the kissing booth at the community fair tonight?"

He nods sheepishly and his shoulders slump. "I 'an't ow." ("I can't now.")

Kira nods in agreement. "Definitely not." She chews her lip and then perks up. "What if I stepped in for you?" she offers.

Stiles frowns slightly and intertwines the fingers of the hands on his thigh. He shakes his head. "On'y 'isses 'or meh." ("Only kisses for me.")

"Someone's jealous huh?" she teases. He's never really been a jealous person. Then again kissing a bunch of random strangers is different than her winning a poetry contest over him.

He lifts his hand bringing his index finger and thumb so they're almost touching to signify he's a little jealous.

With a quirk of her brow Kira leans forward and kisses his cheek. "Look at it this way. If I do this, then you're still taking part in the fair by proxy. I don't like the thought of you kissing a bunch of random strangers any more than you like the thought of me doing so, but we knew when you decided to sign up for this one what it would entail."

"'Ell, is iff'ent ow." ("Well, it's different now.")

Kira sighs and cups his cheek making sure he's meeting her gaze. "I'll make you a deal. Okay?"

He leans into her touch and nods. "'Kay."

"You can come with me, and I'll even let you keep count of how many kisses I get. Then I'll make sure to give you twice that many."

His eyes widen and he beams at her. When she guides him forward to rest their foreheads together, he goes easily with the movement.

It's obvious they would both really like to be kissing right now but his lip is still swollen. If she didn't already know he wasn't allergic, she would've thought he was.

When puffy pink lips try to catch hers, she pulls back only slightly. "We should wait for the swelling to go down."

Amber eyes meet mocha eyes, and he sighs, pouting again. It really is adorable. Kira guesses a man, nearing his late twenties, pouting does it for her.

"Oo 'ean oo 'on't 'ant 'iss meh 'ike 'is?" ("You mean you don't want to kiss me like this?")

She giggles and leans back enough to better see his face. "Honey, I'll always want to kiss you, bee sting plump lips and all but it'll hurt while it's swollen, and I rather like it when we're both moaning from pleasure not pain. So, let's take care of that and you can come to the booth. If your lip is not as swollen by then, I'll let you kiss me before it starts to stake your claim. Okay?"

With only a little reluctance he nods his ascent. His brow then furrows in confusion when she guides one of his hands to her hip. "Uh?"

"Well just because we can't kiss doesn't mean we can't have fun. I need to shower from my run, and I seem to remember a little something we got the other day, at that one place, that we haven't had a chance to tr–Ah! Stiles!!" she squeals as he lifts her over his shoulder and darts towards the stairs. Her giggles and squeals can be heard as they ascend.

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Kira traces figure eights on Stiles's toned chest as they lay tangled in the sheets of their bed. The sun is shining through the window and catches her ring. She smiles when Stiles takes her hand and kisses each fingertip with such reverence it makes her breath catch.

"I love you," she says, and she can almost swear his heart skipped a beat.

Stiles's lip is looking much better, and she traces it with her thumb. It's so tempting the thought of just saying to hell with it, but she refrains– barely –and he takes her thumb into his mouth.

Before meeting Stiles, she had never met someone who had an oral fixation, nor did she really know what it meant. However, she is absolutely all for the things he does with his mouth. Her thighs clench together at the memory of his face being buried in her core, edging her for nearly an hour before finally letting her cum.

Then she rode him slowly, driving him crazy until he rolled them over and with a nod from her began to chase his own pleasure.

A warm hand cupping her cheek brings her back from her thoughts and she meets a knowing gaze. Her cheeks twinge pink. He knows her so well. "Yes. Okay so I was thinking about it. Again."

With a glance at the clock Stiles grins and looks back at her with mischief in his eyes. "We 'ave 'ime." ("We have time.")

"Time? We have an hour to get ready, drive to the fair and get started."

Still, her protest holds no force, because she will never really deny herself his touch. Her eyes find the hardness between his legs and her hand strokes it just the way he likes. She'll never deny herself that either.

"Please?" she breathes and then moans, her back arching as he sheathes himself in her core once more. They really should probably hurry but Kira relishes the slow lovemaking just as much as the rough fast sex. "Please," she says again.

Stiles pants and rests their foreheads together as he picks up the pace. "Any'ing 'or oo." ("Anything for you.")

Despite the way he still can't speak quite right there is nothing funny about his words. He means them wholeheartedly; Kira knows without a doubt. With another breath of pleasure, she gives in to the pleasure he never fails to bring her every single time.

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They are running a little late, arriving a couple minutes after they should've been there, but it's not a huge deal. They briefly greet some friends, grab a couple drinks and head to the booth. The swelling of Stiles's lip is now completely gone. So, as promised, Kira lets him pull her close, one hand on her hip and the other cupping her jaw and gives her a claiming kiss. She will never get tired of kissing this man.

A throat clears and she blinks her eyes open, blushing at the look on her soon to be father in law's face. "So..." he drawls. "Let me guess..."

"No," Stiles says with pink cheeks. "Please don't. It's just uh..."

Noah tilts his head as Kira puts on the pin. "Ah, now that makes sense."

Stiles huffs. "Well, I couldn't do it cause I'm recovering, Daddio. She offered."

Kira giggles and looks at Mr. Stilinski with a sweet smile. "It's true but he is a little bit jelly about it. After all, who knows how many people he'll see me kiss."

With a conspiratory wink Noah nods sagely. "Probably hundreds. I mean especially if they're really good."

Stiles squawks and huffs. "Her kisses are better than good. They are the best. I don't like the idea of her kissing other people that aren't me."

His pout really highlights his lips and Kira pecks them quickly as people start entering the fairgrounds. "Thank you, honey. Your kisses are the best too."

He gives her a dopey smile and pulls her in for another kiss with just a bit of tongue. They might've fallen back into it if someone didn't clear their throat. Kira thought it was Mr. Stilinski again, but blinks, surprised when it's a redheaded girl about their age or a tad younger.

"Hey," the girl says. "I'm Lily." She holds out her hand and blushes. "Is this the line for the kissing booth?"

Kira smiles and shakes her hand. "It sure is. It's nice to meet you, Lily. My name is Kira."

Stiles huffs under his breath and heads towards the stool by the counter.

"And that is my fiancé. His name is Stiles."

Said man glances over and offers a friendly smile. He's not trying to be an ass, Kira knows that, but the smile helps others know as well. She watches as he pulls out a notepad and makes a tally. He is probably making a tally for himself because he totally counts as one kiss.

Kira chuckles softly and Mr. Stilinski quirks a brow in question. She winks. "I told him he could tally the number of kisses and I will give him twice that many when we get home."

Noah's eyebrows fly up and then he rolls his eyes playfully. "Of course, you did," he says with a smile. He glances at his son. "You spoil him."

"Perhaps but he spoils me more."

"Don't doubt it a bit." The man's voice takes on a softer, almost wistful tone. "He's just like his mother in that way."

Kira smiles softly. "You should come see the garden. He's been working on it every day this summer."

Mr. Stilinski smiles at her, grateful she gently pulled him out of the past. "I'll do that. Text me when it works best for you two, okay?"

With a nod she lets herself be pulled into a hug. Hugs from her soon to be father-in-law are the best. It's like being enveloped by family and the feeling of safety all at once. She has to agree with her fiancé, Stilinski hugs are the best. A kiss is pressed to her forehead. "Love ya kiddo."

"Love you too," she whispers and parts waving as he heads over to the food trucks. She'll keep an eye out on that. She knows how much Stiles frets about his dad's eating habits, although thanks to Kira he's doing much better.

Her attention is reverted back to the girl standing there and she squeaks. "I'm so sorry."

Lily smiles and waves off her apology. "Don't be. You two are really cute together and if it's really okay I'd like a kiss."

Kira nods and steps closer, the lights of the Ferris Wheel catching her ring. "It's really okay."

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Lily was gentle with her kiss and most people are pretty simple with theirs. They did have to escort two guys out who pushed too far, and Kira got Stiles some curly fries shaped like a funnel cake with a cup of ketchup in the center to distract him. He of course pulled her to sit in his lap, protectively wrapping his arm around her waist, and they ate them together.

Once she stops shaking, she looks at him and gently kisses his cheek. "I love you."

He beams at her, tossing his empty plate in the trash. "I know."

She swats at his chest. "Don't you Han Solo me, Mr. Stilinski."

"Excuse you. Mr. Stilinski is my father."

"You're Mr. Stilinski too, you goofball."

Stiles wraps his arm around her waist and walks back towards the booth. "Well, I prefer any number of other names that spill from your mouth. Bambi. Honey. Stiles. God." Each word is punctuated with a nip to her neck.

Kira lets her head fall back loving the almost possessive sting of his teeth. "Stiles," she says with a soft moan, and he lets her pull away.

His eyes twinkle with amusement as she fixes her shirt and tightens her ponytail. Right before she turns towards the now much shorter line, she hears him whisper to her. "One hour left. Sixty minutes more of you kissing other people and then you're all mine again."

With a deep red tinge on her cheeks, she bites her lip and traces her fingers up his thigh. "I've always been yours. I am yours. I will always be yours." She gently kisses his neck and then bites making his breath stutter in shock. Then she pulls back and smirks innocently at him. "Just as you're mine then, now and always."

Satisfied, she turns and makes her way to the booth. "Who's next?"

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They get Starbucks with Mr. Stilinski after the fair shuts down and then they head home. Kira shivers at the possessive grip Stiles has on her thigh and shudders at the way his fingers keep tracing higher and higher up her inner thigh but never close enough to where she wants them.

When they finally get to their bedroom, they quickly go about getting ready for bed. Once they're in bed, she sits cross legged and relaxes into one of her favorite feelings. Her fiancé's fingers feel amazing running through her hair after using the brush to smooth it out of the ponytail.

Kira could probably fall asleep like this. She's done so before but right before Stiles goes to turn off the lamp, she grabs his hand. "What was the tally total?"

He glances at her and shrugs.

Her brow furrows. "Stiles?"

With a huff he gets up and grabs the notepad from his jean pocket. When he offers it to her, she takes it and curls into his side as he slips back into bed. For a moment she thinks Stiles gave her the wrong one because there's only one tally on it.

Kira looks at him and finds his cheeks bright red. His eyes are fixed on the notepad, and she smiles. "Why is there only one tally? I know I kissed more than one person."

"Yeah, but there's only one tally because my kisses are the only ones I care about," he replies in barely a whisper, but his words are sincere. "I'm the luckiest man in the world you know. I get to call you mine and be yours forever. That means all those kisses tonight don't even make a dent in the number of kisses I'll get for the rest of our lives."

With a soft laugh she tosses the notepad on the floor and wrestles him onto his back. She straddles his hips giggling when his hands slide up her bare thighs to her hips settling at the waistband of her pajama shorts.

It's with a content sigh that she leans down and kisses him gently. Their mouths fit together perfectly as if they were made to complete each other. When she pulls back, she is given a fond smile as his eyes flutter open. Stiles is beautiful.

"I love you," he says.

"I love you too, my honeybee."

He gives her a flat look. "No."

Kira pouts. "Why not? I already call you honey. What's one more word in addition to that?"

"I was attacked by a honeybee."

"Honeybees are tiny Stiles."

Stiles huffs and sniffs. "They really pack a prick."

Kira snorts and shakes her head. "I know. Well, I'm here to protect you from the teeny tiny bumble bee," she sings.

"That's the itsy bitsy spider song."

"I think I like my version better." She giggles and sits up gazing down at her man who gazes back with complete adoration.

The teeny tiny bumble bee had never had a kiss. My honey was there with lips perfect and pink. There's no one in all the world as sweet as he. So, I don't blame the teeny tiny bumble bee.

Stiles starts laughing even as his cheeks burn, Kira quickly joining in. It takes a few minutes for them to settle down and catch their breath. She captures his lips in a soft kiss before sliding off his lap and curling into his side.

Her eyes flutter shut at the press of lips against her forehead. "How about I get up early and join you on your run?" he suggests.

Kira snorts. "You hate running."

She feels his shoulder move in a shrug. "Maybe, but I love you and you love to run. It's either that or I make my pancakes for when you get back."

"Oh my god yes."

"Told you I will accept god anytime the title falls from your lips."

She playfully smacks his arm and nuzzles her nose against his neck. "Only if they're white chocolate chip pancakes with the buttery syrup."

Stiles flicks off the lamp and pulls her close under the covers. "You will only get the sweetest things from your sweet honeybee."

"Well then I'll bee kissing my honeybee."

Moments like this when the moon is high in the sky where it's just the two of them are her favorite. The way he holds her as if she's a priceless jewel, the way he treats her with such reverence, devotion, love and affection, the way he is there for her every tear, laugh, success, failure and breath is just perfect. Before Stiles she never expected to have the love her parents had. Her parents and Stiles's parents both loved their other halves so deeply, completely and unconditionally. Now being able to know what that is like for herself is amazing.

Kira loves Stiles with every fiber of her being and can't wait to marry the love of her life. She knows her father and mother would have loved him. Even if for some ridiculous reason they didn't, they would anyway because he makes her happy and puts her first.

Stiles's breathing slows and deepens as he falls asleep with his lips pressed against her forehead. She lets the comforting constant sound of his heartbeat lull her to sleep. Kira sighs happily as her eyes slip shut well on her way to joining him in their dreams.

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Chapter 22

Summary: Eirene prepares to visit Lyranth again.

TW: depression, profanity, graphic depictions of sex, pain kink, childhood trauma, parental trauma, chronic pain

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Status: Finished work! Chapter 22/23.5

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One week after she'd awoken, they decided it was time. Eirene could finally visit Lyranth. Now that the power had chosen her it was much easier to control the rampant sparks that flew from her, when she wanted to Vír noted with delight.

Showering quickly, Eirene searched through her closet for something that didn't seem completely outrageous for someone in Lyranth to be wearing. The condition for her visiting, as per the Guardians, was that she not tell them what happened to her or about her powers. That she left and was found by Vír and has been staying with him until she was strong enough to get home to them. She'll then tell them that she'll visit but remain living with Vír, her partner.

She was beginning to give up hope when she found the outfit she ended up here in. Her wax coated jacket, shirt, pants, boots, and large brimmed rain cap. She opted to leave the jacket and cap here since the rain had ceased and let her curls go wild and free. She was hanging up her jacket again when a small piece of paper fell from the pocket.

A stick figure in a house. A gray cloud seemed to hover above her stick figure head.

She folded the photo back up and put it in her pocket as she headed downstairs.

Anything but ordinary, Vír was dressed handsomely this morning. He donned a bold ensemble that of course effortlessly commanded attention. A form-fitting, sleek black leather jacket, adorned with intricate silver zippers and studs, hugged his lean frame, drawing attention to his slender waist and strong muscles that lie beneath it. Beneath the jacket, he sported a fitted black turtleneck, the fabric accentuating the contours of his upper body. He opted for thight black slacks that were elegantly tailored to complement his long legs. His silver hair was partially pulled up so you could see more of his face, but one long piece fell in front of his eyes as the rest of it grazed his shoulders.

He didn't wait for her to come to him as he saw her coming down the stairs. He sauntered over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist before her feet even hit the floor. "Now I look incredibly underdressed," Eirene laughed and looked down at the two of them.

A soft kiss fell to her cheek and she sent a tiny spark through it for him. He leaned in, his voice low in her ear. "You look incredible. Less muddy but the picture of the woman I fell in love with that day."

"I seem to remember you had a very strong distaste for me when we first met, my rain cloud. Remember the whole brooding thing you did when I arrived? Or have you forgotten?" She teased as she descended the last stair and looked around at the first floor of their home. Still so empty without Lyire.

"I so badly wanted you to be the answer to my problems... And you were. In a much different way." His sly smile could crush Eirene's heart. "When Hino suggested he take you to his realm that day and teach you how to wield I thought about breaking every bone in his body. Twice." Possessive males.

"Why did he suggest that?"

"I assume just to mess with me, in addition to making it easier for my father to get at your magic. Plus- I was told my mother spent a great deal of her time down there. She was a prisoner in the domain of Fire and destruction under Hino's mother. Electrical fires and all that," he waved the notion away with his hand.

Eirene grabbed his hand and laced her fingers with his own. "Well, I want to get out of here and see my family. And then I want to see my other family and I want you to take me to see Lyire." She gave him a squeeze.

Vír looked down at their hands there and returned the squeeze gently. "I'm not sure if that's wise. Things are still... Difficult between Hino and myself. I'm not technically allowed in his domain,"

"Why aren't we allowed down there? Our friend is there," Eirene protested.

"I am not allowed down there. He has requested you visit as soon as possible. He and Lyire write daily about it." He avoided her eyes, still fixated on their hands. She sent a harsh spark through them and he pulled it away and met her eyes. "I'm sorry! I just wanted some time with you. Some time to have you all to myself. Some time to be normal with my mate," His eyes looked soft and she could see the gray clouds rolling behind them.

He used that word again. Eirene loved him and could feel this pull with her elements, was that being mated? She rolled her eyes. "As soon as we're finished in Lyranth I command you to take me to Hino's domain. I will talk to him and ask him to allow you in."

"We'll discuss this after," he leaned down and kissed her tenderly. He guided her out of the house and into the large field where they'd trained.

"Does it hurt?" She looked up at him, still hand in hand.

"No. Don’t let go of my hand," he gripped on tight and her knuckles went white around his as they stepped forward. A roar of rain, thunder, and a flash of lightning struck and the world went bright white for a moment.

And then yellow. And green.

She could smell trees, pine and cedar all around her. In the distance, a bird chirped and it's wings fluttered through the branches.

She blinked and she was in a forest. Around her she saw Amana and Zelenaya's work all around her. The forest was still recovering from a fire, but through charred tree trunks, flowers bloomed and sprouted. They'd been working over time. For Eirene.

In the distance through the trees she saw the rope bridge swinging in a gentle breeze, guiding her home. She looked at her love beside her and here he looked otherwordly beautiful. His dark eyes shining in the light, his gray hair blowing sofly in the wind. And the dappled sunlight hitting his cheeks... Eirene could cry.

He watched her take in the world around her. Not just because this was her home as she's never seen it before, but her new eternal senses amplifying everything. There would be time to discuss visiting Lyire and leaving him but for now, watching her blink in the sunlight... This was his life now. He would do anything to protect it. "Lead the way, my love." He outstretched his hand to her.

Her domain was much simpler than his. A small town, filled with people running about. A couple, sunbathing by a small lake that was not overflowing. Homes still had their drainage systems, people too skeptical that the storms would return. Eirene walked through the streets with Vír and were careful not to be seen- taking back alleyways that Eirene knew were not well travelled.

She came upon the small storm door with a canvas over hang and took a deep breath in as she glanced up at Vír one final time. He simply nodded and gave a comforting squeeze to her hand that seemed to say, I'm here with you, and she kicked the door with her boots twice.

#fanfic #ao3 writer #sjmaas #skz fanfic #straykids #skz smut #skz stay #stray kids fanfic #acotar #hyunjin

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💾 ►►► DOWNLOAD FILE 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 Renee Richardson was a woman who claimed to have slept with Nathan Scott during his first NBA season on the road, despite his marriage to Haley James Scott. No, Nathan never cheated on Haley. He has been loyal and honest towards the love of his life. But he was framed in the 7th season of One Tree Hill. I love Nathan and Haley as characters a lot, but there is no denying that Haley did cheat in season 2. In season 5, Nathan handled the carrie. Did Nathan cheat on Hayley? No, Nathan never cheated on Haley. He has been loyal and honest towards the love of his life. But he was framed in the 7th season. Nathan Royal Scott is a fictional character from the CW television series One Tree Hill He fell in love with Lucas's best friend, Haley James; and they married. Opposites often attract in the world of romantic television, especially in the world of high school drama One Tree Hill. Bad boy jock Nathan Scott and proud nerd tutor Haley James couldn't have come from more different worlds, and couldn't have made less sense on paper. But over time, these two found themselves drawn to each other, eventually falling in love, marrying, and building a beautiful family. While almost every romantic relationship in the series is contested by fans to this date, the relationship fondly known as Naley remains one of One Tree Hill 's most beloved storylines, no matter their many ups and downs. Though Nathan and Haley's relationship undoubtedly happened on a less than ideal personal timeline, it's hard not to feel sentimental and romantic about the birth of their first child. Haley goes into labor during their high school graduation, and Nathan is there for her every step of the way through the delivery. Their tearful smiles and joyful embraces upon the birth of James Lucas Scott stand out as some of the series' most loving moments. Before Nathan met Haley, he was more than a little bit of a bad boy, and quite a promiscuous one, too. During his previous relationship with Peyton Sawyer, Nathan even slept with Peyton's best friend, Brooke Davis, and made a sex tape with her. This would have been bad enough if Nathan didn't go on to get married to Haley. But it's made even worse when Haley learns about the sex tape while pregnant, and in an incredibly humiliating public scenario. While it was probably a bad idea for Nathan and Haley to get married when they were all of fifteen or sixteen years old, their second marriage two years later finds these two in much wiser if not much older positions. The third season finale wedding is what these young lovers always deserved, with their friends and loved ones present to join in the celebration. And though things go incredibly wrong afterward, this one peaceful moment of romantic bliss is more than earned at that point. One Tree Hill is an over the top soap opera in many ways, but at its core, the series is a drama about family, love, and basketball. For Nathan and Haley, those three things intersect in many ways, but they do so in an incredibly painful way in the series' fourth season. Nathan gets embroiled in a high school basketball gambling scheme with some very shady characters. When he refuses to throw a game as he has been asked to, Haley already pregnant winds up being hit by a car and very seriously injured. Nathan Scott spends almost his entire young adult life working his way to the NBA. After a debilitating injury left him near paralyzed during his college years, it seemed as though this dream was not meant to be for the young man, no matter how fully Haley supported him in his pursuit. But by the end of the series' sixth season, all of that changed when Nathan gleefully informed a stunned and tearful Haley that he had been signed by the Charlotte Bobcats. Their ecstatic embrace more than says it all. Season five is a difficult time for Nathan and Haley's relationship, as they spend almost the entire season on the outs in some way or another. But one of the most difficult times comes when, during an already heated argument between the married couple, they realize their young son, Jamie, is drowning in the family pool. Nathan rushes in to save the young boy, culminating in an incredibly emotionally fraught moment between the family where Haley, beyond overwhelmed and taxed, goes so far as to ask for a divorce. Kisses in the rain may not be ideal or realistic for many reasons, but more than any other television couple in recent history, Nathan and Haley have the art of the rain kiss down to a science. The two share a handful of rain kisses throughout the series, ranging from its first season all the way to the series finale. It's one of their many grand, sweeping romantic signature gestures, and it's one that stays with fans even after all these years. One Tree Hill is hardly a world where characters have realistic lives and career trajectories. That's made abundantly clear early on when, just midway through the series' second season, onetime Tutor Girl Haley James becomes a bonafide rockstar and approached with the opportunity to go on tour with Chris Keller and The Wreckers. Even though Nathan and Haley had just married, and even though Nathan didn't want her to go, Haley decides to leave anyways, bringing a sudden end to the young lovebirds' marriage the first time around. As should be abundantly clear by now, the romance between Nathan Scott and Haley James Scott is hardly one of television's most realistic. It's not often that high school sweethearts stay together forever, certainly not when they get married during those same high school years. But from the very beginning, these two shared their vows of always and forever, reaffirming their commitment to each other time and again throughout the series with those same words. And no matter what obstacle came their way, the series never let fans truly doubt them. Cheating is all too common in Tree Hill, but it's never been more toxic than during the poorly thought out and terrifying Nanny Carrie storyline in the series' fifth season. It's bad enough that Nathan hid the young nanny's flirtations with him from Haley, and lied to her about them as they grew more intense. But it's even worse as the plot spirals out of control, including a naked Carrie joining an unwilling Nathan in the shower and Carrie kidnapping Jamie, all at the expense of Nathan and Haley's struggling marriage.

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Criminal Minds - How you met each other (Preferences)

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: Alex Blake, Elle Greenaway, Emily Prentiss, Jennifer Jareau, Penelope Garcia and Tara Lewis

Warnings: Allusion to crime

Word count: +800

Alex Blake

- She was your teacher at university, initially you were just a listener who Alex saw a lot of potential, despite not being enrolled in the subject you managed to follow the content and answered correctly every question she asked. In a nutshell, she was fascinated and convinced you to enroll in linguistics, willing to support and guide you through the academic path, seeing you as a pupil, academic companion and friend. You were leaving Dr. Blake's classroom after attending a class as a hobby when you were stopped by her at the door, she smiled and asked you to sit down "Your name is Y/N, right? I have a proposition to make...".

Elle Greenaway

- Although the Sex Crimes Bureau is not as sophisticated as BAU and does not have the investment it should, you worked there, not as a police officer but as a volunteer consultant and were of great support to victims with the recovery process. At first Elle was suspicious of you, the department of Seattle was undergoing extensive funding cuts and suddenly they hire a consultant, she was outraged until she found out that you do what you do for love and justice, still a little suspicious but more friendly. "I don't understand why you are willing to do this if the department doesn't pay you one dollar for it." She let slip giving you an odd look, talking to you directly for the first time. "For the same reason you do." You quickly hit back and smile.

Emily Prentiss

- It was after Doyle, in the months she was hospitalized Emily needed someone to help her recover and stay sane, had been hard for her to spend a couple of months hiding from the friends she considers family and you were the person assigned to take care of her in the process. A private nurse. And she was an easy patient to deal with, when Emily could sit up in bed and breathe without all those tubes attached to her body, you even played some board games to pass the time, read books together and watched random TV shows. Her time in the hospital became more bearable and enjoyable with your presence.

Jennifer Jareau

- You became a victim of circumstance when you became the target of a serial killer who kidnapped women with low-risk lives, one moment you were in the parking lot of the super market and the next you were tied to the table of a bastard who intended to make you just another trophy. He had tortured you almost to the point of insanity and the final act would be to stick a knife in your chest, with eyes clouded with tears you were preparing for the end, then noises of gunshots free you from this fate and a blonde woman untied you, pulling you out of that horrible scenario, carrying in her arms in bride style to safety. She introduced herself as Agent Jareau and assured you that everything would be fine.

Penelope Garcia

- You are a technological oddity and everything usually breaks down when you are around, including the laptop with a super important presentation, almost the whole coffee shop could see you struggling with the electronic device and about to fall into tears. Then she appeared, bright and vibrant, dressed like a rainbow, dropping her coffee on the table and helping you, in a few seconds the laptop was back to normal and the presentation was saved. You were so happy that when you got up to hug her you knocked the cup over, there was a series of apologies and you offered your untouched coffee, where you wrote down the phone number telling the blonde to call and make an appointment to reward her for the spilled coffee and for saving your life, since you couldn't do it right away because you would be late for work. She smiles whispering your name before saying "Nice name, Y/N. I'm Penelope." As you rush out the glass doors of the coffee shop.

Tara Lewis

- The work can be a lot more difficult and stressful when your partner is a idiot, Steven was like a Greek gift from the chief of your department and soon became a nuisance during the field work. He put you in unnecessary danger several times and didn't seem to care about it, too much to the point that the problems between you became evident, you are both good at what you do and in order not to have to choose one the director sent you to therapy in an attempt to improve your relationship and performance. To your surprise you end up being referred as a patient of one of the big recognized names in the agency, one of the BAU profilers, the FBI's elite. The respected and brilliant Tara Lewis.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfic #headcanon #alex blake x reader #elle greenaway x reader #emily prentiss x reader #jennifer jareau x reader #jj x reader #penelope garcia x reader #tara lewis x reader #female reader

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A thing of the past - Bahrain GP review

In 1973, the Formula 1 season closed with the US Grand Prix at Watkins Glen. The title had already been decided in favour of Jackie Stewart, who had secretly decided to retire at the end of the season, and leave the mantle of leading driver of Tyrrell to his teammate, François Cevert. Stewart would leave at the peak of his powers, with 100 GPs to his name, tired of seeing friends die on track. It had been a dark era for the sport, and there had been an impact on his and his wife’s mental health. It had taken too much of a toll for them to bear it any longer.

As fate would have it, they were in for another sad ending. On the Saturday practice session, Cevert lost control of his car in the Esses, hit the barrier on one side and was sent careening towards the barrier on the other side at an 90 degree angle. The second impact ripped the barrier from the ground; Cevert was killed instantly, from injuries caused by the barrier that was meant to save his life.

A lot has changed since those days, and Stewart was one of the men who most contributed to that. After retirement, he lead a campaign for improved safety in both tracks and cars. It took time for safety to arrive at today’s standards, but F1 can now boast an incredibly positive record. Despite some big shunts, only one driver lost his life in the past 25 years. People like Stewart, Charlie Whiting and Dr. Sid Watkins were instrumental in achieving this remarkable record, and the changes they campaigned for have saved many drivers.

Romain Grosjean added his name to that list yesterday. As the replays of his accident hit our screens, and the carcass of his survival cell became visible in the wreckage, it was clear that the barrier had given in. His head would have gone straight into the upper section of the barrier, at a speed of over 200km/h; just like his countryman 47 years ago, the car headed to the barrier at close to an 90 degree angle. Had it not been for the halo, the last great measure championed by Whiting before his untimely death, Grosjean would surely not have survived.

But for all that was impressive in how the car, the marshals and the medical car protected and ultimately rescued the driver, there are questions to be asked, particularly about the barrier. Improvements in barrier technology were one of the most important steps towards driver safety; accidents like the one that killed Cevert showed the importance of improving the design and build of the barriers to ensure that they could sustain heavy impacts without breaking apart. Barriers that were supposed to save lives were taking them instead.

Which is why we have to question what happened to Grosjean’s car. The similarities between Grosjean’s and Cevert’s crashes are inescapable, and in both cases the barriers failed to do their job. Yes, the halo saved Grosjean’s life, but the main point should be the fact that the halo should not have been necessary at all. If the barrier had fulfilled its purpose of absorbing the impact and throwing the car back out, the halo would have played no part in this crash at all.

To make matters worse, the way the fail structures of the car are meant to work, once the survival cell was stuck in the guard-rail, the back of the car had nowhere to go and, as it’s meant to do, it split from the monocoque. The violence of the impact and the fact the chassis was wedged between sections of the barrier probably led to the break happening further back in the car structure than it should. (I am in no means an expert in this, so take this sentence with several grains of salt) This, in turn, led to a fuel line rupturing, which led to the fire. The barrier failure not only caused the accident to be more serious than it should have been, it also caused a fire that made the driver escape harder and more dangerous than it should have been.

Don’t get me wrong: I don’t want to diss on the FIA, when their relentless pursuit of safety has significantly contributed to saving many drivers’ lives. Grosjean’s survival was not a matter of luck, or a miracle, as many have said; it was the product of decades of work and science by those in charge of the sport. If news of tragedy are now rare in motorsports, we owe it to them. There is also no way to entirely remove the danger factor off these sports: every time a driver straps themselves to a cockpit, there is always a possibility that it will be their last time.

But certain elements of danger should be a thing of the past, and what happened to Grosjean is definitely one of them. There will certainly be a thorough investigation into the crash and the causes of this failure will come to light. If the past is any indication, the FIA will learn new lessons and will implement new measures to ensure that barriers will be improved and will continue to do their job. Most importantly, I am certain they will ensure that barriers will not endanger drivers’ lives rather than save them.

The comments made by Ross Brawn after the race were very encouraging. Instead of the usual platitudes about what a great job they have done to protect drivers, he talked about the things that did go wrong. It shows that the willingness to admit problems and study solutions has not gone away and that there will be a continued resolve towards protecting the stars of the show.

We should rejoice that Grosjean survived with only minor injuries what was quite possibly the scariest accident of the past 25 years. Witnessing a car burst into flames was something that we thought belonged to the distant past and brought home the stark reality of the risks these super humans take for our entertainment. But we should also not allow such an incredible escape to blind us to glaring problems that led to this big scare in the first place. There were other times in the past in which we were lulled into a sense of false security by miraculous escapes. Let’s not repeat that mistake.

Talking points

• When the race eventually got underway, it significantly helped to clear the fight for third in the constructors’ championship. What little hopes Renault and Ferrari still had were ended, and Racing Point lost a bag full of points when the chequered flag was in the horizon. Perez had another masterful race, taking third place early on and controlling Albon from a distance. His engine giving up the ghost was a cruel moment for the team, with the despair etched on Otmar Szafnauer’s face and body language in the pit wall.

• The major beneficiaries of Perez’ misfortune were McLaren, who leapfrogged Racing Point and are now 17 points clear in third. Even without that retirement, they would have still outscored the pink panthers, but this has made them overwhelming favourites in this particular battle. As mentioned in an earlier review, they continue to maximise their results even when they don’t have the fastest car. That ability to get the job done even when the odds are against them is an excellent sign for the team’s future.

• And Sainz’s race was enormous. P5, coming from P15 on the grid? Bwoah.

• Daniel Ricciardo, who will replace him at McLaren, left his teammate in the dust once again. The first time he was stuck behind Ocon he asked to be let by on the radio, as he was clearly faster; the team obliged and he quickly left his teammate behind. Later on, after a round of pit stops, he found himself behind Ocon again but this time passed without the assistance of the pit wall. The Frenchman is not a bad driver, but the Aussie’s superb form is making him look vulgar.

• Albon inherited a spot on the podium, and, after his big crash on FP2, the champagne must have tasted sweet indeed, but it was not lost on anyone how he lost the battle to Perez, the one driver vying for his seat, while driving superior machinery. Nevertheless, it is a moment that can give him a boost of confidence for the final two races and allow him to relieve some of the pressure.

• When asked after the race about the potential for drivers refusing to drive after witnessing such a terrible accident, Verstappen said that if he was a team boss he would fire them on the spot. The Dutchman’s alpha male attitude is beginning to grate a lot of people the wrong way, especially when his words have such a negative connotation in terms of mental health. It was heartening, though, to see a few of the drivers of the 2019 F2 grid were quick to denounce his words, having lived through something even worse than Grosjean’s crash. There is a different mentality in the new generation of drivers coming through, making Verstappen’s attitude look more and more out of place in today’s motorsports.

• Pierre Gasly drove another masterclass, this time in terms of tyre management. He was struggling by the end and was saved by the late safety car, but would have nevertheless (quite probably) finished P8 on a one-stop strategy in one of the most tyre abrasive tracks on the calendar. It was risky, but with Perez’ failure at the end, it proved to be a good roll of the dice by AlphaTauri.

• At the front, nothing new. Hamilton controlled the pace from start to finish, keeping Verstappen at bay and always responding when the Red Bull driver pushed that little bit harder. In the end, the Dutchman had nine of the ten fastest laps of the race, but it was still no match for Hamilton’s consistency over a grand prix distance. Try as he might, his car is no match for the W11 and that is robbing us of a mighty fight between arguably the two best drivers on the grid.

• Dr. Ian Roberts deserves all the plaudits he is getting, and then some, for the way he ran towards the flames to help Grosjean escape the wreckage. With protective equipment that is far less safe than the drivers’, he still dared to run towards the fire. Enormous bravery.

• A different type of bravery was shown by the Haas team members, who still had a car running in the race and carried on with their jobs. Even knowing that Grosjean was ok, it must have been difficult to continue their work after that enormous scare. But carry on they did; a special bow to them for that as well.

• To cap off another miserable weekend in terms of safety, a marshal crossed the track with a fire extinguisher in his hands right in front of Lando Norris’ car. He was trying to reach Perez’ stricken Racing Point, and the safety car had been deployed, so the speed of the cars had been significantly reduced, but this is a risk that simply should not be taken. An eerily similar situation killed Tom Pryce in 1977. And once again, Michael Masi shrugged it off by saying that, while not ideal, we should not castrate (his words, not mine) anyone for trying to help put out a fire. Non-chalant, flippant, callous. I miss Charlie Whiting.

#F1 #bahraingp #bahrain gp crash #romain grosjean #mclaren #Racing Point #sergio perez #lewis hamilton #daniel ricciardo #Max Verstappen #pierre gasly #Carlos Sainz Jr #alex albon

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The moment, somewhere

I was tagged by @stillhidden (thanks, lovely!)

Last song: Bigger Than The Beatles - Joe Diffie

Last film: Disney/Pixar Soul

Currently reading: I pretty much only read fanfic. Here’s the last three that I’ve read:

Guilty Pleasures by AvaRosier (Rated E)

When her boyfriend is rabidly anti-Valentine's Day, Betty Cooper realizes she's just going to have to celebrate it herself.

Obviously that's not what happens.

the unbearable temptation of jughead jones by Smudge (Rated M)

Exhaling slowly, she looks up towards the ceiling when he starts running the pads of his fingers along the top of her foot.

“You okay, Betty?” Veronica asks, the edge of faux-innocence now clear in her tone. “It’s not the food is it?”

“No,” she answers, breathless. “I’m fine.”

And she would be, if Jughead didn’t have her foot held tightly in his nimble fingers. She watches him take a bite of his food with his free hand, smirking at her when her fork slips out of her hand, hitting the plate with a loud clatter.

His hand is halfway up her calf when she shivers.

All Alone, I Go With You by @Sunshinebunnie (Rated M)

Since the appearance of the soul marks, happily ever after was no longer as simple as meeting someone and falling in love. Now, you had to get a soul mark, then you needed to find the person's whose mark matched yours...and then the marks needed to be activated. When Betty's best friend Veronica insists on Betty attending the Revealing Ceremony between she and her fiance, Archie Andrews, Betty needs to find someone to act as her boyfriend otherwise she risks jinxing Veronica and Archie's soul marks from activating. Unfortunately, the only person she can ask is the one person in Riverdale she can't stand: Jughead Jones.

**A fake dating/enemies to lovers/soul marks AU**

Currently watching: Besides Riverdale, just WandaVision (for now)

Currently craving: I could go for some brownies. I might have to make some tomorrow! :)

tagging: whoever wants to play because I’m lazy

#about me #tag memes

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TOURNAMENT ARC 1: CH’EN vs SWIRE

“Now, Miss Ch’en, I can understand wanting to be sure the bracket is fair for yourself and your opponent,” Jessica was explaining to the Lung who’d made a beeline for the Doctor’s office not too long after the announcement was made, “but the Doctor and I aren’t in charge of the bracket-”

“You know who is, though. Give me a fight with that bag-stealing money-grubbing fat-cat layabout Round 1.”

Normally, this would be enough to cow the Feline, but the Doctor was with her and this big-shot was being unreasonable, so she felt a certain amount of power she wasn’t used to having. “Miss Ch’en, you may be one of Rhodes Island’s highest-promoted Operators, but that doesn’t mean you have the right to talk like-”

“Hey, Jess?” The Doctor showed them both the bracket. “It says ‘Swire vs Ch’en’ is Fight 1.”

“O-oh!...That’s convenient.” The Sniper turned back to the Guard with a nervous smile.

In exchange, she received a curt nod. “Good. I hope the audience will appreciate a good thrashing.”

“...I think the best part,” the Doctor continued when the Lung had left, “is that out of the people we could put her against, Swire’s actually got one of the best chances of making the fight interesting. Maybe not long, but interesting.”

“W-why’s that, Doctor?” Still a little shaken after that encounter, the nervous Feline retreated into her brave boss’s arms.

He kissed her forehead with a smile. “Well, my courageous kitty-kat, it’s about their relationship. See, a lot of people - Miss Ch’en included - think that Miss Hoshiguma is a tough woman who likes her women tough, and maybe at some level that’s true. From what I’ve seen, though, she’s more of a case of ‘opposites attract,’ and Miss Swire seems to have figured that out, too. What Miss Ch’en wants this to be is a battle for Miss Hoshi’s affections, but if I’m honest? I think she’s already lost that fight. Not that she won’t use everything within her power to beat Miss Swire, of course.”

“That m-makes sense.” Jessica looked up at him. “So Miss Swire isn’t tough?”

“I wouldn’t say that-”

At the moment, the Feline in question stormed into the office. “Doctor!”

“You’re fighting her Round 1,” he replied. She immediately turned around and left. “Like I said, it’s not that she’s not tough. People just overlook it because she’s a fluffy girl’s girl, but she swings that crescent hammer like a truck when she wants to.”

“Her hair is really fluffy...Do you think I’d look good with hair like that, Doctor?” She pressed lightly against her ponytail.

The Doctor chuckled, squeezing her just a little closer. “I think you’re perfect juuuuuust the way you are, but you’d look good with fluffy hair, too. Although, if you get much cuter...”

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LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, Operators, Staff, and Esteemed Guests! Welcome one and all to the Top Operator Tourney!!! *crowd cheers*

“Thanks, Hung. Ladies and gentlemen, for anyone out there who doesn’t recognize my voice, I’m Click, and joining me in the booth today is the Iron Fist herself, FEater!”

“That’s right, Click, and today we’ll be giving you folks watching at home or in the office the blow-by-blow breakdown of what promises to be a real battle of wills! On the north side, with over 4 years of experience cleaning up the streets of Lungmen with her trusty blade, it’s Madame Ch’en!” *cheers* “And on the south side- hey, Click, babe, calm down, she’s in the ring, not us - it’s Miss Swire!” *more cheers, including one very loud Oni*

“Sorry about that! Let’s look at the numbers, shall we? According to the objective measurements of our Medical Department and the Operator Training Team, Ch’en has a commanding lead in terms of both raw power and experience, especially if she can manage to convince that blade of hers to unleash its full potential for this fight, but despite the disparity, Miss Sw-Swire has one thing going for her: the reach on that ball of pain she’s got in her hands! It’s kind of hard to imagine someone so scrawny throwing that around with enough force to knock a person on their ass, but as everyone knows, Felines don’t care what you think about physics, so she finds a way somehow even so!”

“Uh, right! Thanks for that breakdown, Click. Alright, so back down in the arena proper, the Doctor has taken his position in the umpire’s stand, surrounded by an even crazier number of camera feeds than normal. Seriously, he’s around more cameras than me and Click combined! It’s crazy! He’s counting down now - chant along, guys! 3! 2!1! And here we go!!!!”

“Now, one problem we’re likely to see for Ch’en early is actually getting to Swire-Sama in the first place, as her Feline instinct and predatory cunning in conjunction with her death-ball are going to make closing the gap pretty diffi- Just like that! A solid hit from Swire-Sama into Ch’en chest!”

“I hope her Lungs are strong enough to withstand that kind of hit, Click...Aww, come on, you know you still love me~ The follow-up isn’t entirely there, though, as Swire struggles to swing back around in time to hit her while she’s down. Oh, and Ch’en now running her down in a clockwise spiral, following the crescent hammer’s trajectory and actually closing in! Oof, that’s gonna leave a nasty scar - or at least it would,” “One, two, three” “-if our sponsors in the Medical Department weren’t totally going to fix that once they’re done here!”

“-Seven, eight, nine slashes, and she’s still standing?! Hang on, what is...Is she even hitting with those?”

“Looks like she’s just tormenting her, Click.”

“I know Felines will play with their food, but this is something else! Oh, and the Doctor is calling for the bout to e- OH MY GOD!”

“Swire just punched her in the face! No claws, no knuckledusters, just a single punch to the face in an infinitesimal break in the wall of sword strokes being put up by Lungmen’s former Chief Inspector! That wasn’t nearly enough to knock the breath out of the Lung, of course- hey, I thought that one was pretty good! - but it’s enough to give Swire some time to think through her next move.”

“And it’s looking like she’ll...wait, when did she get a drone out there?”

“She’s using it to blast Lungmen rap songs?! Shit, we might get demonetized if she keeps this up, right?”

“Nah, we’re hosting it on our private network, and our only sponsors are us any- And Ch’en just vanished!”

“No, she’s still on the field, just moving too fast to see with our eyes! There’s a cloud of blood forming around the pair now th- OH MY GAAAAAAA-”

“Holy shit. Medics! The Doctor’s hurriedly calling an end to this fight to try and determine a winner before one of these two actually finishes the job on the other!”

“If this is the level of action we’re gonna be seeing in these fights, ladies and gentlemen, then the front few rows miiiiight wanna invest in some kind of rain gear - like, say, the splash guards currently on sale at Closure’s for over 40% off!”

“And as the dust settles, Madame Ch’en is walking off the field with an easy victory. Wowza, that’s looking...that’s looking pretty bag. Oh, hey, that’s Hoshiguma coming down into the arena, I wonder if- whoa! Babe, she just punched Ch’en in the face! Maaaan, it’s a shame we won’t ever get to see that fight, huh?”

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Hoshiguma flicked the blood from Ch’en’s nose off her fist as she approached where the Medics were tending to Swire. “How’s she doing?”

“We’ve got her stable,” Warfarin reported, “and between the emergency coagulants and regeneration stimulants, she should be able to stand on her own power before the end of the night...Nothing too heavy until at least 48 hours have passed, though.”

“Thanks for the heads up. Can I talk to her?”

The Sarkaz sighed. “There’s no way she’s still con-”

“Hoshiiii?” Swire’s voice wheezed from some other dimension; within seconds, the Oni was at her side. “Hoshi...Sorry.”

“Sorry? Why are you apologizing? You did great out there.” The Defender took her hand gently in both of hers, letting a tear fall from her face at the sight of her girlfriend in such pain.

The Feline shook her head, which Aak grimaced at and set to work immobilizing her further. “I lost...I can’t see you anymore.”

“What? Why not?” Hoshi kissed her head, causing even more distress to the Medics in the process. “I don’t like her; I love you.”

“...Oh, Hoshi~”

Warfarin tapped the Oni on her shoulder. “I’m afraid visitor hours are closing; we need to move her somewhere not covered in her own blood.”

“I’ll go with you.” She waited for the folks carrying her girlfriend out to have her situated before following them out. ‘Thinking she could beat my Fluffy Cuddles in a fight and claim me like a trophy wife...I’m no one’s prize, damnit, I’m a prize fighter. I hope she wins her bracket, so I can give her a proper beating when I win mine.’

“...You know, if it was that easy, she probably wouldn’t have waited for the tournament,” a shadowy figure observed aloud as they walked past her in the opposite direction. Hoshi turned to confront them-

-but it was like they were never there...nothing but a Phantom of her imagination...

#arknights #arknights fic #TOURNAMENT ARC!!!#swire (arknights)#ch'en (arknights)#hoshiguma (arknights)#jessica (arknights)#FEater (arknights)#click (arknights)#behold the fic that gives us AngieSant at 400 #also yeah since we couldn't do Bagpipe vs Hoshiguma #we got Chen vs Swire

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bexterbex · 4 years

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A Soul to Mend His Own | Ch. 48

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Tags: Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Will tag as I go along, Will update tags, Slow Burn, Influenced by Star Trek and other Sci-Fi themes, References to We Happy Few, Tons of References and quotes to George Orwells 1984 see if you can find them all, The First Order is the new Big Brother, but who is really surprised, Blatant Nazi Symbolism, Interrogation Themes, Eventual Smut, Eventual Romance, Really just drawn out Slow Burn, Don’t repost without permission, Torture themes, Suggestive Themes, Execution themes, Disturbing Themes, Implied/Referenced Abuse, Verbal Abuse, Controlling Kylo Ren, Physical Abuse, Implied/Referenced Self-Harm, Kylo Ren is Not Nice, Kylo Ren Has Issues, Supreme Leader Kylo Ren, Possessive Kylo Ren, A character shamelessly based on Zelda Spellman

A Kylo Ren x Modern! Reader in a soulmate au with some canon divergence. —————————————SLOWBURN————————————–

He is already the Supreme leader, searching the universe to find you, his Empress. Your name on his wrist has been the only constant in his life, while you have doubts about his existence and his acceptance of you. He isn’t in the database and why did the name Kylo Ren cover Ben Solo?

MASTERLIST

Chapter 48: Learning Boundaries

There was a chime that ran through your chambers, Ushar answered the door for the general. You looked down and out over the edge of the loft to him. “Are the chambers up to your standards m’lady,” called Hux up to you.

“I think they have most certainly surpassed any standards that I may have had,” you laughed as you watched the general move to go up the other staircase that you failed to notice the first time around.

“That is good to hear. The Supreme Leader had his doubts, but I assured him that this would feel nicer and more ‘homey’ than anything of our usual standards,” he said taking a seat next to you pulling out a remote to lower a screen above the fireplace.

“I do appreciate the garden very much, and all the wood, the Steadfast seemed so cold with all of the metal that surrounded us. This feels like a mansion straight out of a mid-century magazine.” And it truthfully was, grand but homey, open but cozy, bright and warm. You really appreciated the simulated sunlight that came in through the windows.

“Good, our lesson today will be very topical, your ladies in waiting will appreciate it once you are done.” He then pulled up your lesson.

Ch. 12 Part 1: The Well-Appointed House (para. 1-46)

Ch. 12 Part 2: The Well-Appointed House (para. 47-106)

Ch. 12 Part 3: The Well-Appointed House (para. 107-end)

Ch. 13: Teas and Other Afternoon Parties

Chapter twelve was about how to run an efficient house with servants, about five minutes after the first recording stated the others had joined you.

“So you both take on the duties of a lady's maid,” you asked.

“Yes, m’lady we do, really we are to do anything you ask of us,” said Adlez. “We are to help prepare you to be a proper lady of high society and to assure your place.”

“I believe it is time that I take my leave, m’lady. The Supreme Leader will join you for dinner, but for now, I leave you in the capable hands of your ladies-in-waiting,” said Hux as he bowed to leave.

“Now m’lady we are to get you ready for dinner,” announced Adlez. Instead of questioning what this meant you followed them down to your dressing room.

Adlez ordered the lieutenant out of the room, she then opened your armoire and pulled out a dress. “M’lady we must dress you for dinner.”

You were now confused. “Why must I change for dinner? Is someone joining us?”

“The Supreme Leader will be joining you. Isn’t that enough, and besides you should get used to changing for dinner. In many parts of the galaxy, it is the proper thing for ladies of your status to do,” responded Adlez.

“I don’t think the Supreme Leader really cares what I wear when we are alone.” But you allowed them to dress you, which itself was an odd feeling. You hadn’t been assisted in such a way since you were a child, but Adlez was insistent.

“I believe you may be right m’lady, but if the Supreme Leader were to have it his way you would be completely naked while you ate. He is a man after all,” this made you blush all over. “But he respects your wishes, so you will wear a dress.”

When they were done assisting you getting dressed they led you to the vanity, where Adlez took the position behind you ready to do something with your hair. Olivia-Rose was keenly watching. Adlez moved to do a simple hairstyle, something refined and more elegant than your normal look. Her hands moved swiftly and gently as if she had done it a million times before.

“Even though the Dark Lord is no ordinary man, he is still just that--a man. Men like to look at pretty things, they like to have pretty things on their arms, and most importantly they like pretty things in their bed. Even though he is the Supreme Leader, I have sworn myself to your will. I can help you play your cards right, so you turn his head in more than one way. He is the head of the First Order, but you will be the neck,” said Adlez completing your hairstyle.

You took her words into consideration, she in a way echoed what Kylo has said his dream for you was. That you would be the one directing him to strike, but he would ultimately be the end-all decision-maker. You would direct him, and he would act. “Thank you Adlez.”

Olivia-Rose helped you pick out small pieces of jewelry to wear, something to compliment what you were wearing. Both of them help you pick out some light makeup to wear. You believed Adlez was right, it would not hurt to be a pretty thing that kept Kylo’s head turned to you. After all, he was the one who wanted you to look like an empress and to have ladies-in-waiting. If you played your cards right he would still think he had full control.

Once you were finished with getting ready you stood and both of them did once overs of your look and outfit before bringing you to the full-length mirror. You were beautiful, not that you weren’t normally, you were, but now the dress, the hair and makeup complimented you in such a way that you started to look more like an empress.

“All you need to do is hit the button on the wall over there and we will come to get you ready for bed. I must remind you that this is what we are here for, to assist you. An empress employs a team to help her shine like a star, so let us do this,” said Adlez.

They both exited the dressing room and you took a moment longer to look at your reflection before leaving. You were in the sitting room for just a few moments before Kylo entered and the knights exited. He took off his helmet and set it on a pedestal in the entrance room. “You look stunning,” he said taking your hand and kissing you sweetly.

“Thank you, but it is all Adlez and Olivia-Rose’s handiwork, I mostly just sat there,” you replied kissing back.

“Yes, but you are the beautiful painting that they only added finishing touches to, Kitten,” he kissed you once more before leading you into the dining room. The room honestly felt too grand for just you two, but he chose to sit along the window wall, which made things feel cozier.

You ordered and a droid delivered your meal, like usual. Your meal was silent, neither of you ever really talked during dinner at least when you were alone with each other. His eyes occasionally drifted over you, while you did your best to do the same without getting caught. Once dinner was over he took your hand and led you ‘outside’ where he pulled you down onto his lap on one of the patio lounge chairs.

His hands roamed you back as he pulled you down into a kiss, that he moaned into. You eagerly reciprocated, your hands winding themselves in his hair. “You look so beautiful,” he said as his hands then wandered to grope various parts of your body. His tongue found its way into your mouth to do its usual dominating dance, tasting everything. His hand then found its way to the hem of your dress and slowly guided itself up your legs.

His long fingers danced along your inner thigh, slowly reaching your heat. You grabbed his wrist pulling his hand away. You broke your kiss, “No.” It was a simple command.

He let out an angry huff, “Now Kitten, I would like to play.” His other hand now reaching up the skirt of your dress again. Your other hand grabbing it, now you had both of his strong arms trapped in yours. He let out another huff that turned into a growl, his eyes locking on yours with a predatory glower.

“I said no.”

The cauldrons of his eyes swirled with anger, you could tell this was not what he wanted to hear. He ripped his arms from you, you braced yourself for their impact which did not come. Instead Kylo stood and you slid off his lap. He then marched himself back inside and made his way to the bathroom. You followed after him only to see the bathroom door close and hear the shower turn on. Ending any discussion of what had just happened.

You sighed. Walking into your dressing room you called your ladies in waiting with the call button. In a matter of a minute or two they were there. Both of them stopped in their tracks seeing the sad and hurt look upon your face.

Adlez quickly moved to the armoire to pull out something for you to sleep in. Olivia-Rose was the first to speak, “Is everything alright m’lady?” She was nervously standing behind you, you could see her fidgeting her hands in the reflection of the vanity mirror.

You met her eyes in the reflection, “Everything will be alright. He just needs to learn boundaries.” You started to remove your makeup, while she got your hair ready for bed.

“Men. They don’t know boundaries unless they are taught. They are no better than children. He is very much used to having his way m’lady. You will have to just whip him into shape. If we play our cards right it won’t be that difficult,” said Adlez with your nightgown in her hands. It was one of the less modest ones you had gotten, nothing too revealing, but it was rather sheer and had a deeper neckline than you normally would have liked.

You were about to tell her to grab something else when she practically thrusted it at you. “Now, if you would like my advice, stick with this. Push him away when he gets too handsy. Teach him your boundaries. Remind him that you are to be an empress, not some cheap whore, that he’s used to.” She and Olivia-Rose then helped you undress and get into the nightgown. “As I said before, m'lady men like pretty things in their bed, but they sometimes need reminding that they need to take care of pretty things otherwise they won’t be pretty anymore.”

You looked at your reflection in the full-length mirror. The nightgown was alluring yet modest. Not too sheer as to show everything off, but sheer enough to give hints as to what lies beneath. The lace straps and bodice were soft and the nylon skirt was silky smooth. You looked a bit like a greek goddess.

You thanked them both and dismissed them, looking at your reflection for a bit longer, admiring the way you looked. You exited your dressing room and headed to the bedroom, you saw Kylo in just some lounge pants, his back was to you as he grabbed a shirt. He turned as you entered the room, looking at you, his face still twisted with anger until his eyes drifted over you. You could see his demeanor change as you stepped closer to the bed. He abandoned his shirt on the ground in favor of crawling over the bed to get to you.

His hand wound itself into your hair as he drew you into a kiss. His hand then drifted over your breast, and then down your side attempting to lift your skirt. You stopped the kiss, “Hands stay above clothing.” His eyebrows scrunched in confusion. “That includes skirts.” You then grabbed his hand and placed it back on your chest.

His eyes were laden with lust his face fell into the crook of your neck, “But Kitten I want to play.”

“You either respect my boundaries or you don’t get to touch me at all,” you countered.

He groaned at your command, his hips desperately trying to find some friction against yours. His lips deepening a new mark on your collarbone, his hands squeezing your breast and ass. “Fine,” he groaned out of frustration. His hips grinding more into you, his lips returned to yours and you continue this for a long while. Eventually, he got off of you and stood, his clothed erection very visible under his lounge pants. “Now Kitten, I will have to take another shower.” He bent down to kiss you once more before heading back into the bathroom.

You felt hot and pleased by the reaction you gave him. Maybe Adlez was right. He just needed to be told what your boundaries were. You drifted off into sleep before he returned.

This time your dream had you and your prince in a jungle. One that was filled with sounds and beautiful birds and flowers. But the entire time you were there you felt as if you were watched and you could swear you could hear a woman’s voice in the wind, calling for your prince. By his old name, any time you tried to ask the prince about it, the dream would change. The last words you remember the woman saying were, “Return him home.”

#kylo ren x reader #kylo ren #kylo ren imagine #kylo x reader #kylo x you #star wars #first order #star wars imagine #Star wars soulmate au #sw first order imagine #star wars first order #a soul to mend his own

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keelywolfe · 4 years

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FIC: Showtime (SpicyHoneyMustard, stand alone, lemon)

Summary: Edge and Red are bodyguards for the Queen's Judge, Rus, and they more than happy to watch over him.

In every way possible.

Notes: Forgive me for my sins!!😭😭😭I got this idea into my head and it refused to be banished.

Naughty, naughty boys, read the tags before you dive in!

Tags: SpicyHoneyMustard, Fontcest, Fellcest, Sibling Incest, Threesome, Established Relationship, Possessive Behavior. LEMONY GOODNESS!!

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Edge had always hated meetings and while they’d never said as much, he was certain that the others did as well.

Endless, trite negotiations where Humans and Monsters both spent hours dancing around the subjects they truly wished to discuss, speaking through clenched teeth as they struggled to find a common ground to agree upon.

Coming from a world where agreements came either briskly or at the expense of spilled dust, for Edge it was something of an adjustment.

Edge stood stiffly by the door, hands clasped in front of him as he watched the Human Leaders who were meeting with the Queen and her Judge. The Humans had politely requested a private meeting of only them and as the head of Security, Edge just as politely told them in so many words that he’d sooner gift-wrap his own soul for them to dust at their leisure. No Humans were ever going to be alone with the Queen on his watch and as for Rus…

Humans were often tetchy about Rus once they learned his purpose; their Judge, the one who could weigh the souls of Monsters and Humans alike. If mere magic discomfited them, then knowing someone could see the heaviness of their ugliest sins could send them into a blustering rage. Even some Monsters found it unsettling at times and it was Edge’s duty to keep Rus safe, an ofttimes thankless task that he’d taken on before they’d even met.

These days, Rus’s safety was no duty, but a necessity for Edge’s peace of mind. Nothing was going to hurt him, not Humans, not Monster, no one. It was a promise he swore to himself daily.

The conference room for this particular meeting was at the Embassy and as a concession to meeting on less than neutral soil, Edge readily agreed to be the only security in the room. It did not mean he was the only one watching and there was no reason for these Humans to know that Red could be here between one blink and the next. Besides, there were only ten of the Humans, all sweating and nervous in their uncomfortably fitting suits, trying to decide if the offered coffee and pastries were safe to consume. Hardly cause for concern.

Edge wondered with dry amusement if they’d be more willing to choose a muffin if they knew all of it was fresh that morning from the local Tim Horton's.

The stiff conversation held little interest to him and instead, Edge measured their body language, reading their intent. Humans worried so fearfully about being Judged and yet had no idea how much they revealed with a single tapping pencil or the stuttering bounce of a leg beneath the table. They were nervous, unsettled, but not truly afraid and it was enough for Edge to relax, as much as he was able this close to unfamiliar Humans. Nerves were to be expected and much easier to predict than fear.

After a few wary glances, the Humans no longer paid him any mind and that was fine by Edge. He didn’t miss the slight flicker of pale lights in his direction, just as quickly flicking away, nor the slight smile that curved Rus’s mouth. His expression was one of dutiful interest, paying close attention to the rather unpleasant Human who was asking for concessions that they weren’t about to make. The glance that flicked Edge’s way again for the briefest of seconds and then away said that the negotiations weren’t holding his attention as they should.

Edge shifted the weight of his gaze entirely to Rus, calmly watching him so that the next glance he snuck was met with a stare his own. Rus’s sockets widening then quickly returning to the Humans and none of them would have any idea what the faint, flustered orange rising in his cheek bones meant.

Edge knew, very well, indeed.

‘easy, boss,’ drawled through the earpiece in his auditory canal, ‘don’t wanna make a bad impression on all these humies, do ya.’

There was no way to reply to his brother without being overheard and Edge only stood, his gloved hands clasped in front of him, his expression one of bland neutrality.

‘can’t blame ya for drooling, though, he cleans up too fucking nice.’

He did. Rus rarely wore the formal robes of his office, only at the Queen’s request and still reluctantly. Silken, creamy ivory with the delta symbol delicately embroidered on his chest, discreetly hugging the lithe line of his body as they covered his slim, lovely bones from the high collar to where the hem brushed the floor, showing only peeks of the tips of his shoes. It made him look coolly resplendent, untouchable and yet—

‘‘course, that only makes ya want to dirty ‘im up, don’t it.’

Stop, Edge did not, could not say. He shifted his stance, widening it as discreetly as he could. Not at all enough for any bastards watching through the room cameras, who only chuckled, darkly pleased.

‘yeah, ya like that idea, dontcha. think he’d look real good on that table. pull those robes up and show off those pretty bones. bet he don’t have much on under it and ya always look good between his legs, ya know. draggin’ all those sweet sounds outta him, making him cry and moan while your fuckin’ that tight little cunt until he’s begging to cum.’

Control, that was all, he’d spent years working on his control. But his brother’s husky voice was cruelly relentless, worming its way from his hearing and settling into his warming thoughts.

‘course, our sweet thing always has a lot to say when ya give ‘im head, don’t he. don’t always make sense but it do make for a hellava show.’ Edge could hear a soft clacking sound, a fingertip tapping consideringly against teeth. ‘can’t decide what i’d rather see right now. you eating him out or you ramming him until he screams. both’re worth the price of admission.’

A ticklish trickle of sweat fell from Edge’s brow bone and he plucked out a handkerchief, wiping it away discreetly. The Queen noticed, glancing at him with faint concern. He only shook his head ever so slightly and she returned her attention to the Humans, her tight smile a fair indication of how well their negotiations were not going.

‘guess i’ll hafta to let ya choose, don’t think i can. whatcha think, bro, how ya gonna wreck that pussy today?’ Through the earpiece, Edge could hear a chair creaking, a familiar scuffing sound of Red propping his boots up on the desktop despite frequent admonishments to keep his filthy feet on the floor. ‘oh, i got a plan now. ya fuck him good, fuck him up, wear him out for me. think after you’re done i’ll give our boy a good tongue-lashing. see if we can get him to pass out again, yeah?’ There was the faint, obscene sound of his brother licking his teeth. ‘he always tastes better with a little sauce on the side.’

The queen abruptly standing startled Edge so much he actually twitched, only barely catching himself from flinching. She towered over the Humans, who gaped at her as she said coolly. “Gentleman, I believe we’re finished for the day.”

None of them seemed ready to question her commanding authority, all of them standing, blustering and scrambling for briefcases and paperwork. When they were ready, Edge stepped silently aside, opening the door and gesturing curtly to the rest of the security team. They would lead the Humans out of the Embassy and if they found Edge’s appearance to be unsettling, a pack of fierce Dogs didn’t seem to instill any additional confidence.

He closed the door and the moment it shut, the Queen sagged, pulling off her crown to toss it uncaringly to the tabletop and her head falling into her hands. “Why must they be so aggravating!” she burst out, all the frustration that she refused to show the Humans overflowing, spilling out into the air between them.

“hey, it’ll be okay, tori,” Rus soothed, even as Edge struggled not to show his distaste at the familiarity in that nickname. He moved to stand behind her, rubbing her stiff shoulders until she began to relax, some of her tension flowing away. “we’ll work through it. look, why don’t you head out for the day? go on home, get a glass of wine, spend some time with that kid of yours and we’ll give it another shot tomorrow, yeah?”

A heavy sigh and the Queen nodded, twisting her head to smile up at him, “You’re right, of course. You always know what to say.”

“of course i do,” Rus said loftily, “i’m your advisor, so listen to my sound advice. hit the bricks, head home.”

She laughed, tiredly amused, "I should have chosen the corn muffin with my coffee, then I could have been all ears."

Edge chose that moment to interrupt, offering quietly, “The Humans have left the building.”

“Thank you, Edge,” the Queen nodded and stood. “I believe I will go home.”

“Your car will be brought around in ten minutes,” Edge told her. She nodded again, her smile less personal than the one she offered Rus but no less sincere.

The second she was gone, Rus slumped back in his own chair. Gone was the posed, coolly competent Judge, regal and distant, and left behind was only Rus, his knees sprawled as far apart as his robes allowed, long arms dangling on either side of the chair almost to the floor.

“well, that was a waste of an afternoon,” Rus sighed out. Staring up glumly at the ceiling, he didn’t noticed Edge discreetly twisting the lock on the door. “why do they have to make everything so diffi—hey!”

Rus flailed in his arms as Edge scooped him easily up, carrying his light weight over to sit him on the table. For once, the position made Rus slightly shorter than him and there was nothing in those pale eye lights but startled confusion. It seemed his formal decorum was not completely abandoned yet.

“what are you do-oooing!” It rose into a high-pitched yelp as Edge pushed him to lay back before roughly yanked those robes up to his femurs without a care for the delicacy of the material. Red was correct, there was nothing beneath them but bones, glossy and slim, begging for a rough hand to slide over them until the delicate joints glowed brightly with desire.

“I’m giving you a way to be productive,” Edge murmured. He bit the fingertip of one of his gloves, pulling it off and spitting it to the floor, already forgotten as he ran his bared hand up Rus’s silken femur to thumb at the place where the joint met his pelvis. Rus arched into the touch, husking out a moan as Edge kept up the journey, fondling his pubic symphysis with deliberate intent.

A flood of bright magic filled Rus’s pelvic cradle, his pussy snapping into place. Even as he squirmed and moaned, Rus’s hands fluttered shyly down as if to cover it from Edge’s avid gaze, his cheek bones flushing brilliantly. “do i even want to ask what’s gotten into you?”

“should be more worried about what’s gettin’ into you.” Came from behind them. Edge did not look; he could picture his brother’s lasciviously eager grin as easily as a photograph. Rus’s blush only deepened, honey-golden and lovely. “c’mon, bro, hurry it up. i’ve been waiting all day for a show and i’m gonna play judge and jury for once and say he’s ready to give one.”

It was easy to simply ignore that careless command. Trailing a single fingertip along the soft, tempting folds found Rus already slippery, easily taking that finger inside. Another finger joined the first and if Red was hoping for a show, the way Rus arched, crying out as his femurs slid even further apart in generous offering already made for a lovely performance. Already he was debauched, his teeth parting to allow those lovely cries to escape, sweat beading prettily on his skull and his robes crumpled and bunched up around his waist.

“Beautiful,” Edge murmured, and despite the heat bulging at his own crotch, he would have been content to simply watch this. The slippery slide of his pale cracked phalanges into the golden petal softness of Rus’s pussy was delicious enough, no matter what his brother thought of it. A demonstration that fingers were quite nice things on their own.

“please!” Rus suddenly burst out, panting as he scrambled to grab at Edge’s wrist, stilling his thrusting fingers. He gulped loudly, his pleading look darting from Edge to someplace behind him where surely Red was watching them with scarlet-bright intensity. “oh, please, want you, need you, please!”

That decided him and Edge ignored the tremor in his hand as he pulled his fingers free with a wet, obscene sound and went for his belt. His fingers were still too slick and he cursed as he fumbled at his zipper, the tiny tab stubbornly refusing to be lowered.

Smaller hands settled over his own, the fingers as cracked and damaged as his own, and arms wrapping around him from behind. “hang on, i got you, bro.”

Edge sighed in relief as Red nimbly opened his pants, reaching inside to take hold of his cock, drawing him out. He gave the shaft a brisk, unnecessary stroke. Edge was already achingly hard, crimson wetness beading at the tip and spread by Red’s careless touch. A light push at the small of his back urged him to step forward and Edge did, bracing his hands on the table as he settled in between Rus’s spread femurs.

They both groaned at the first touch of his cockhead against Rus’s slit as Red lined Edge up, pressing him firmly to Rus’s entrance.

“there ya go,” Red crooned, even as he stepped back, eye lights glittering as he took in the scene before him, the two of them hovering at the cusp of being joined, “c’mon now, give him what he wants.”

It was a command Edge was more than willing to obey. This time.

Rus threw his head back at the first slow thrust, hands scrabbling desperately at Edge’s shoulders as broken cries welled from his throat, thoroughly lost to the sensation of being penetrated, and that was where Edge’s patience broke.

With a low growl, he thrust deep inside, hips snapping forward, and he could only be dimly grateful for the room’s soundproofing as Rus choked on a scream. The gloriously tight heat of his cunt rippled and clenched around him as if trying to suck him in even deeper. Edge groaned deeply, rolling his hips in a desperate rhythm, slamming their bodies together even as Rus clawed at his scapulas, blunted fingertips scratching chalkily as bone met bone.

Red clambered up on the table, sneakers squeaking against mahogany as he knelt at Rus’s head. He managed to lift Rus’s thrashing skull into his lap, then took hold of his wrists, forcing his hands down to the tabletop. Freeing Edge from his hold only let him thrust deeper, both hands gripping Rus’s iliac crests as he drove into him with aching force, glorying in the hot clench of the pseudoflesh around him.

“that’s it, baby,” Red crooned out, barely audible over the clatter of bones against each other. “fuck yes, you’re beautiful. take it, take him, you gorgeous bastard.”

“oh, oh, i…i need…” Rus stammered out, “oh, oh, please, ohhh!” He strained against Red’s hold, unable to break his unyielding grip even as he shuddered and whined, caught between them, struggling uselessly against Edge’s weight as he tried to arch up even as orgasm struck him with the force of a velvet-wrapped blow. His eye lights blew wide, flooding with deep orange before his sockets scrunched closed and he came with a warbling cry, writhing and whimpering in a gorgeous display of desperate pleasure.

Edge leaned down to cover his pleading mouth with his own, managing a degree of tenderness even now with Rus’s sweet cunt pulsing and spasming around him, still thrusting erratically as he groaned through his teeth, gloriously engulfed by the orgasm rippling up his spine.

It took a while for Edge to return to his senses, gulping in deep gasps of air that were thick with the rich tang of their sex. The clammy feel of his own sweat beneath his clothing was uncomfortably acute, but there was no attention to spare for that now. Not with Rus clinging to him, his own breathing closer to sobs as he buried his face into the front of Edge’s once pristine shirt, smearing it with sweat and tears, all the fluids sex brought with it staining it.

Edge couldn’t have possibly cared less. He rested the bulk of his weight on one trembling arm, wrapping the other around Rus and pulling him close to murmur gentle reassurance against the side of his skull.

His need for closeness after sex was endlessly endearing and Edge always indulged it, wishing for Rus to always be so, greedily unashamed to cuddle in close and steal kisses and soft touches even as he shivered with pleasurable little aftershocks.

A cleared throat had them both looking up at Red, who waggled his fingers in a mocking wave. “thanks, you two, good to be remembered.”

Edge scowled even as Rus made a sound of distress, reaching out for Red who took that feebly groping hand in his own, twining their fingers together. As always, their Rus acting as a conduit between them, tying them together past the bond of brotherhood. Their Rus.

Theirs.

“love you,” Rus slurred out. “love you both.” Red pressed a gentle kiss to his knuckles with the uncommon tenderness that belonged to Rus alone. Then he let go, crawling over to the side of the table.

“love you, too, honey, but ya ain’t done yet.” Red gave Edge’s shoulder a rough shove and he went without protest, grimacing as he withdrew and even as he tried to be gentle, Rus let out a little noise of discomfort, knees drawing up slightly as he winced. Edge staggered back, nearly falling into one of the chairs, legs akimbo and his trousers sagging as he took in the view.

Rus, his once immaculate robes stained and rumpled where they were rucked up around his pelvis, cloth and bone contrasting against the dark wood of the table. He lay bared and trembling, his bent legs dangling, femurs still spread to show his lovely cunt painted with thick crimson fluid, marked by Edge’s release. A gorgeous, glorious ruin, beautifully tempting and Edge's magic gave a hopeful throb at his crotch, gamely willing.

Edge pushed it sternly down. After all, he’d had his turn.

His brother hopped back down to the floor and the height of the table nearly put Rus’s pelvis at a level with his mouth. His hands settling on Rus’s knees made him lift his skull, watching blearily as Red ran his thumbs up the insides of Rus’s femurs, smearing those heavy spatters of crimson.

Red gave Rus a wink as he ran his tongue lightly over his jagged teeth, the shade a deeper scarlet and no less eager.

“had my show, now it’s time for dinner,” Red leered.

“wha—ahh!!” Confusion jolted into disbelief as Rus’s skull fell back on the table with a painful sounding thunk. He convulsed, choking out a wail as Red buried his face between his femurs, wet, sloppy sounds spilling into the air to tangle with Rus’s newly desperate cries.

Edge only propped his chin on a hand to watch avidly. It was his turn for a show, and he planned to enjoy it.

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National Examiner, January 18

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Cover: 25 Rich and Famous Folks Who Caught Coronavirus

Page 2: Secrets behind Bridget Jones’s Diary

Page 4: Tom Hanks’ movie roles

Page 6: Kelly Ripa and Mark Consuelos who first met on the set of All My Children are producing a spinoff called Pine Valley

Page 7: Amazing Pyramid unlocks your psychic powers

Page 8: Joan Collins says she’s had a tough time all her life during her 70-year film career and was only taken seriously when she started to lose her looks

Page 9: Nostradamus predicted it -- Star of Bethlehem shines again 800 years later

Page 10: A service dog who went missing for three years is finally back with her joyous family

Page 11: Your Health -- when hearing goes on the blink -- listen to your body for warning signs

Page 12: Betty White, 99 -- birthday scrapbook and her biggest regret

Page 14: Dear Tony, America’s Top Psychic Healer -- work to achieve your karma, fighting it makes no sense -- Tony predicts so many people will be ripped off money wise in 2021

Page 15: Ex-Beatle Paul McCartney is jumping on the coronavirus vaccine band wagon and says he’s eager to be among the first to receive the jab -- Ian McKellen already got the vaccine

Page 16: Cover Story -- lucky winners and tragic losers -- 25 celebs who battled COVID -- Charley Pride, Lesley Stahl, Antonio Banderas, Tom Seaver, Tom Hanks and Rita Wilson

Page 17: Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, John Prine, Kanye West, Donald and Melania Trump, Ellen DeGeneres

Page 18: People are more likely to return a lost wallet if there is money inside

Page 20: Coronavirus (continued) -- Roy Horn, Neil Patrick Harris, Andrea Bocelli, Tony Shaloub, Pink, French President Emmanuel Macron, Prince Charles and Duchess Camilla

Page 21: Prince William, Joe Diffie, Andy Cohen, Prince Albert II of Monaco, Alyssa Milano

Page 22: Cher admits it wasn’t easy when her son Chaz Bono transitioned from female to male

Page 24: A town in Virginia turned out to give their UPS driver a hero’s salute after he delivered more than 200 packages a day during the pandemic and holiday season along with cheerful waves and kind smiles

Page 25: Nurses at a hospital in Arizona went above and beyond the call of duty when they set up a dream wedding for a young mom with bone cancer in just three days

Page 26: Veteran broadcaster Larry King says he’s trying to stay positive after a year filled with private trauma

Page 27: Julianne Moore just celebrated her 60th birthday and couldn’t be happier about it

Page 28: When Julie Andrews sang about the hills being alive in 1965′s The Sound of Music in one of the most famous openings in movie history it looked like she couldn’t be happier or more carefree but the truth is that scene was a struggle that nearly froze the cast and crew, made them go hungry, forced them to use the bathroom facilities behind a bush in the forest and knocked the star off her feet

* Elvis Presley’s ex-girlfriend Linda Thompson recently shared some details she’s kept to herself for 45 years including what The King’s bedroom looks like

Page 30: What your walk says about your health

Page 32: Now listen to this -- hearing problems can affect almost anyone -- Whoopi Goldberg, Rob Lowe, Stephen Colbert, President Bill Clinton, Jane Lynch, Robert Redford, Halle Berry, Chris Martin, Jodie Foster, Lou Ferrigno, Holly Hunter, William Shatner

Page 40: A restaurant owner known for feeding anyone who’s hungry nearly lost his business until the community stepped in and saved it

* A California senior who miraculously survived a nightmare battle with COVID-19 made a whopping 800 delicious tamales for the doctors and nurses who saved her life

Page 42: UFO sightings of the stars -- Jackie Gleason, Russell Crowe, Olivia Newton-John, Shirley MacLaine, Cliff Robertson, Fran Drescher, David Bowie, John F. Kennedy, Mick Jagger

Page 44: Eyes on the Stars -- Tiger Woods hits the links with son Charlie for the PNC Championship Golf Tournament in Orlando (picture), Jennifer Garner dons a garishly goofy sweater in L.A. (picture), Mark Hamill says his appearance as Luke Skywalker in season two if The Mandalorian was kept under wraps for over a year, Jeremy Bulloch who played Boba Fett in the early Star Wars films died from Parkinson’s disease complications

Page 45: Elle Macpherson (picture), Harrison Ford could use some pointers about wearing a mask (picture), Emma Slater and Sasha Farber in L.A. (picture), Regina King in Malibu at an event for her new film One Night in Miami (picture), a reboot of Little House on the Prairie is in the works, Maren Morris is playing it safe during the pandemic and has called off her RSVP tour but she is in the midst of working on her third record, Richie Sambora says he has no regrets about his decision to leave Bon Jovi in 2013 to care for his daughter Ava, Amelia Hamlin drew criticism online when she was spotted spending time with Scott Disick, Pink can’t catch a break -- she recovered from a bout with COVID-19 and needed stitches in her thumb after a run-in with a wineglass and recently fractured her ankle rushing down a flight of stairs

Page 46: A 93-year-old veteran in Ohio is whittling walking sticks to raise money for his local food pantry

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