#I don't know if I should laugh or cry for Owen (should have joined the Resistence; my dude)...

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This week, I'm treating you all with two snippets: first one is a bonus POV of the confrontation between the unlucky Peggie and Zorro (as part of Chapter 10 because it was floating around in my brain way too vividly not to write it all down; I can picture the whole thing as a cartoon scene and can't help but cackle at poor Owen's fate. Now, I didn't fully snap and write it from Zorro's POV, thought it would have been hilarious.), the second snippet is from Chapter 11 where we go back to John and Sabrina (tension, something, something).

*in my best Julian Slink voice*: Enjoy the show, folks.

obvious warning for the first snippet about descriptions of a racoon attacking a cultist.

"I don't think the Sinner would show up.", Owen muttered as he sat down in one of the old chairs, trading places with William at patrolling the perimeter around the cottage. "We have orders, Owen. Or do you feel like finally facing the fact you ain't cut our for this job?", Constantine smirked at him, lounging back in his seat, clearly enjoying the fact they were faced with another uneventful night shift. Owen was the youngest and most recent recruit between the three of them and the man sitting next to him had spent every waking second in making his life hell since being assigned to work together a few days back. "I know, brother. But don't you want to be out there delivering Sinners to brother John instead of sitting around when the Reaping has begun?" "Are you questioning John's orders?" "No, of course not.", Owen retorted quickly, knowing full well what happened to those that disobeyed the Herald. Constantine only grunted in response, and they sat in silence, watching William do his routine check of the grounds in the distance. Two more of their people were stationed down the road that connected to the property, keeping watch in case the Deputy finally decided to make an appearance at his home. Minutes passed where Owen found himself close to drifting off, overworked from all the long shifts, then a loud noise came from inside the cottage, making him jump in alarm and causing the sleepiness to fully leave his system. "Go check that out, Owen.", Constantine ordered. "Uh-, what if it's the Sinner?" "We're here to capture him, are we not?" "I, just, should I go alone, brother?" "Yes." Constantine was in no mood for arguments, staring at him impatiently and when he saw no movement from the young recruit, he pointed with his thumb behind him, muttering, "Chop-chop, Owen."

Owen couldn't help but think of the stories he had heard about the Deputy taking out every capture party sent his way. He knew he had to follow John's orders because that was the Will of the Father, but it still didn't help the primal fear he experienced at the idea he might come face to face with the one they were tasked to catch. "I will go.", he whispered as he got up and headed for the front door with convinction, the rifle shaking slightly in his hand. Constantine didn't bother with a reply and he wondered if the man would even come to his assistance if something was to go wrong. Owen pushed the door open quietly, his eyes struggling to make anything out in the dark living room, the only illumination came from the porch light and it didn't go too far inside. He stopped at the threshold, listening for any sound and when he came up empty he passed through the doorway with a simple goal in mind: to turn on one of the lamps that he could distinguish as a silhouette ahead of him. The door shut with an unsettling click the second he let go of it to proceed further in and he wondered if it had done it on its own or Constantine was pulling another trick on him. Just as he reached for the switch, he felt something bump into his leg, but he told himself he was just on edge, imagining things. I'm bigger than my fear. Joseph said God will protect us. The words worked at calming his nerves until a sharp pain came in his pinkie as teeth closed around his hand, making him scream out and drop his weapon. He managed to clumsily turn on the light with his other hand and his eyes shifted between his bloodied fingers and a raccoon on the ground, its menacing pose foretelling Owen of more trouble to follow. Shock overtook him as his gaze landed on a bloody piece of sausage at his feet, then moved back to his hand instinctively. No. It wasn't a sausage, but his pinkie. He looked at his hand again, counting his fingers in dread, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

One.Two. Three. Four. No. And no matter how many times he counted, he came up short with one finger.

"OH MY GOD!", Owen shouted, his voice springing the raccoon into action and before he could react the animal launched itself at him, grabbing onto his shoulders. The crazed look in its beady eyes made his blood freeze. Tiny claws dig into his skin through his sweater. "Brother, HELP!", he screamed over and over again as he ran around the room in an attempt to shake off his vicious attacker. Disoriented and in a complete state of terror, he kept spinning in circles and knocking into various pieces of furniture. His feet couldn't stop slipping on the blood gushing from his injured hand, hindering his movements. To his horror, as much as he tried to remove the hellish creature off his body, it continued to hold on with a ravenous look on its small face as it bared its teeth at him. The whole time it produced the most haunting noise Owen had ever heard in his life, it was between a snarl and scream, and he had no doubt it would haunt him in his nightmares. At one point he inevitably stumbled over a chair, finding himself unable to catch his fall since his hands were too busy grabbing at the racoon in desperation to unlatch its claws. The frenzied animal wasted no time when he hit the ground, aiming its attack at his face next and Owen closed his eyes in last last ditch effort to protect his eyes, knowing John would have no use of him if he loses his sight. Save me, Father. God. Anyone. Please.

But no matter how much he prayed, help refused to come and the Devil's pet remained on top of him, nimbling on his long hair, its angry snarling getting closer and closer to his ear. God, it's going to eat me. This isn't how I want to die. "What are you screaming about like a little girl, Owen?", Constantine asked in annoyance, entering the cabin, his sudden appearance making the raccoon finally release its hold on Owen and scurry off towards one of the unlit rooms of the cabin. "It-it bit off my finger. It re-refused to let me go.", Owen stuttered out, holding out his hand, the pain coming to him at once as the adrenaline abandoned him. The sight of his injury and red-hot sensation in his finger made him feel dizzy. Blackness was taking over the corners of his vision quickly and he couldn't understand why Constantine's lips moved but no sound was reaching his ears. "Owen.", was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

"You won't disappoint me, would you, Owen?"Joseph's voice played on repeat in his mind, getting louder and progressively more accusatory as he fought darkness. Those same words were spoken to him on his official acceptance as one of John's Chosen before the Reaping's start. He had felt hope and believed he would be helping the Project to save people's souls, instead he had ended up on cabin watch duty with a partner that hated his guts for no reason. "He's not cut out for this, brother. Can't you see. Defeated by a RACOON.", John's maniacal laughter was deafening and coming from all directions as the racoon's beady eyes and sharp teeth flashed in his memory. "Owen. Owen. Owen.", his name echoed, then he felt a sharp pain in his face. "He won't wake up like that, Constantine.", a voice scolded. "Be my guest then, William. Wake the Sleeping beauty up." The arguing brought him back to reality, the bright light coming from overhead blinding his eyes for a brief second as he forced them open, then they adjusted and took in his two "brothers" looming over him as he laid on the floor. "What happened?", he asked in confusion, then everything came back to him. "You passed out, Owen.", Constantine narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he muttered, "How did you even make it through your Confession?"

"I bandaged your hand, brother.", William interjected, pulling him to his feet. He eyed him over with concern as he asked, "What happened? Did the Sinner do this? Your face is all scratched up." "Thank you.", he said in a small voice, trying to ignore the blood at his feet and the pain he felt as he stumbled outside, sitting down in one of the chairs again, "It was a-a-a racoon." Constantine let out a guttural laugh, "Oh, mercy me, wait until brother John finds out about this. You couldn't even deal with a racoon? Hope you like roaming in the fields, boy, because you're going to be an Angel soon." "Cut it out, Constantine, or do you feel the need for another Confession?", William sent him warning look as he sat down too, "Show some concern for our brother, will ya." Owen took a deep breath, the throbbing in his hand making him feel nauseous, "I think I need to see a-a doctor." "Our shift isn't over, Owen.", William reminded him quietly, "We can't leave the cabin unattended in case the Sinner shows up. We would have to call this in and it won't end well for you with John." "But-" "You have an issue, take it up with brother Wyatt or John himself.", Constantine gritted out, as he went down the stairs leading off the porch, "I'm going out on patrol next."

The downstairs area was empty, silence ruled over the whole house as she made herself a cup of coffee. She eyed the untouched plate that was still on the table with disappointment and without a second thought she threw away the food, knowing it would hurt Savannah if she finds out when she wakes up that John hadn't eaten the dinner they had prepared. Fresh morning air seeped in through the open window above the sink when she leaned against the counter, holding her almost finished cup of coffee. If she closed her eyes, for a second she could pretend nothing had changed, that Ms. Darcy or Cal would soon knock on the door, stopping by for breakfast. Instead any of that happening, minutes later John finally appeared, entering the kitchen quietly. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of jeans and thin dark sweater with its zipper down, showing off the strange scar on his chest again. "Morning, Deputy.", he muttered as he beelined to the coffee machine. His arm brushed against hers when he grabbed an empty mug from the dish rack and poured coffee into it, not bothering to add any sugar or cream. "Morning.", she responded, her voice was even despite the fact he was standing unnecessary close and his presence that had taken over the room the second he appeared. His eyes darkened, darting to her collarbone, then his hand reached out, fingers grazing her skin as he moved her T-shirt's neckline back into place until it wasn't slipping off her shoulder.

His arm retreated then, but she could still feel its warmth at the place of contact and the way her body reacted to the simplest touch. You're calling this keeping your distance? "Are you feeling like telling me about your tattoo yet?" "What's to tell?" "A lot, Deputy. People usually ink their skin for a reason and what they choose reveals even more about them." "And what if I just got drunk, stumbled into a tattoo parlor and pointed at the first thing I saw as design? What then, John?" "Now, we both know that would be a lie." His gaze remained on hers, the intensity making her clear her throat and blurt out the first thing that came to her mind, in hopes of changing the subject, "I'm going to wash the shirt you gave me and return it-" Amusement flashed in his eyes before he said, "Keep it. But I'm holding you to the promise about my jacket, Deputy. I'd like to wear it again, you know." When he didn't say anything else as he picked up his cup and headed towards the door, no doubt planning to go to the Bunker straight away, Sabrina spoke up. "You promised we'd talk. Are you running off to your "happy place" again?" He shook his head, not bothering to look back at her, "I'm not. I'm going to grab something, I had no idea if you're awake yet with how quiet everything was." John climbed back upstairs as Sabrina took a final sip of her coffee and sat down at the kitchen table, wondering how long he would make her wait on him this time. To her surprise he returned shortly after, placing a black notebook on the table before he took a seat across from her.

Sabrina flipped through it, empty pages greeting her, as he said, "It's for your visions. Whatever comes to you, you write it all down as usual. This time for me." "And if it's nothing of significance? I have no control over what I see or-" "I understand that you can't force them. Just note them down, I will be the one deciding what's important." "Okay.", she sighed.

Deep down, she knew she had an advantage in the situation: the fact he had no way of confirming what she'd actually seen and as result she could in a way control what information he receives. John raised his cup, taking a sip, before saying with a faint smile, "I can sense all the questions bouncing around in that curious mind of yours, Deputy. Shall we get this over with?" I might as well try. "Whitehorse, Joey, Pratt… do you- do you have the others?" His eyes narrowed, making her wonder if she just ruined whatever good mood he was in, "Remember what I told you before?" "That I should worry only about myself?", at his nod, she added, "That's not the type of person I am, John." "They refused to listen to your warnings, Deputy.", his gaze darkened as a frown took over his features, "Then they left you behind for me to find, wounded, if I may say." "After your people made our helicopter crash and-" "Did you even stop to ask yourself why Whitehorse wanted you to arrest my brother. Why he or that arrogant Marshal wouldn't do it instead?" "It's not my place to question his orders." Her words didn't stop him, instead a dark smile appeared on his face, "For years, he chose not to get in our way, "keeping up the peace", he'd call it. But, Sabrina, he was afraid. He knew my brother was right, that there's nothing he could do to stop what's God's Will." "God's Will". There was nothing more she hated than those words, how people hid behind them as they hurt others. She'd seen it so many times. When she said nothing, John continued, probably believing he was getting through to her, "And when "evidence" finally appeared, when old Earl had a warrant, what did he do?"

"Just-" "He put you in the center of everything, Sabrina, basically threw you to the wolves. Did you think he had no idea how an arrest would unfold and what consequences it would bring? You're not that naive, Deputy. Deep down, you know." In a way he was doing what she had tried to do back at the cabin: convince him what he believed was misguided, dangerous. Yet where her words came from a place of concern for him and the people he would hurt in attempts to appease Joseph, here John wanted her to stop asking questions, accept the Project and overlook all the red flags surrounding his brother's ideas. "It wasn't my first arrest, John. I've faced so many criminals, some would make your brother look like a saint. Do you expect me to join the Project and leave all my collegues in Joseph's hands, free to do whatever he decides with them?" "You've been here for what, two months… you owe them nothing, Sabrina, worry about your sister and keeping her safe." Of course you'd say that. "Loyalty isn't determined by time, John. I've made a vow." A vow to her father. To herself. That she would protect people, just like he had done his whole life. Still, Sabrina knew the conversation would lead nowhere, she hadn't expected much anyway. "And Ms. Darcy?" "What about Darcy Harris?", his face was unreadable, the mask refusing to slip even for a second. Sabrina let out a frustrated breath, "Where is she? Locked in that bunker of horrors? I know you two had bad blood." His blue eyes shone at her questions, "My Gate. Are you asking for my alibi, Deputy? And again, you should-" "Worry about myself? NO. You told me to ask questions, I'm doing just that." "They're all where God wants them to be. It's all unfolding according to His plan. That's all you need to know."

"God or Joseph's plan? Because to me, they're two different things." John gave her a warning look, "Sabrina. I'm not getting into this with you." She took a deep breath, knowing she had to be careful how much she pushed, so she kept her silence as her fingers clutched the notebook. "Should I remind you that you're the one that should be providing information according to our deal, not the other way around?" Sabrina fought back a smile at his tone, "I feel like I should have my lawyer present… is this where I demand my one phone call?" John let out a chuckle, "You seem quite capable at negotiations on your own, Deputy." "A compliment? Careful, I might start to think you're impressed by a Sinner." "Impressed?", he licked his lips, "That doesn't seem like the right word to me." "What would you call it then?", the question slipped before she could stop it. "A complete bewitchment.", his intense gaze didn't waver from hers, "When it comes to you, Deputy, I just can't help it. I want to know more." She forced herself to look away, eyes darting up to the window while she attempted to ignore what his tone and the conviction in his words did to her insides. The air grew heavy with tension as he pushed back his chair and stood up, coming to stand next to her, the sudden move making Sabrina scrunch her face in confusion as she stared at him. In a blink, he was cradling her cheek with one hand, the move shocking her not only because of how unexpectedly it happened, but because of the gentleness lurking behind it. "You have no idea about how much danger you are in, do you? You still worry about everyone else but yourself. You're good at pretending, but not good enough to fool me." She tried to keep her emotions in check, but her breath hitched at his next words, his blue eyes pulled her in as his fingers stroked her cheek, "Did you even sleep last night?" She shook her head, hoping his touch would retreat as she did, but it remained, the heat from his palm spreading across her skin as the seconds ticked by. "I'm fine." "I'm not convinced, try again.", that all-too-familiar look was hiding in gaze, holding a dark promise. I have to stop this before you drag me into dangerous waters. "I'm fine.", she repeated, ignoring the giddy sensation she felt as she grabbed his hand and how a part of her wanted to hold his palm to her face, instead of removing it. 

John backed away, grabbing his coffee, smirking as he said, "At least you took care of that wound for me. That's progress." Sabrina cleared her throat, moving onto her next question while willing her heart to slow down, "I wanted to ask… What did you mean by staying on the premises? Savannah wanted to go play outside yesterday, but I had no idea what to tell her." "You can go out, Deputy, just don't leave the property or go running off to-", he stopped himself. "Who?" He shook his head, "Nobody." But his face said otherwise, clouded by something she couldn't place. What were you about to say, Seed? "Thank you then.", she mumbled. He turned to the door without replying and was almost out of the kitched when she spoke up again, "Are you headed back there? Will you resort to avoiding me again, now that you've kept your promise?" As much as she tried to ignore the thoughts about what was going down in the bunker, what he was doing… she couldn't, and she swore she'd find a way to stop it. Find a way to get through to him. "They all have a light in them, monkey, sometimes you just have to look very hard until you find it.", her father's words came to her as a reminder that she had to have hope, keep pushing.  Seconds passed in silence before John turned, "No, Deputy." No to which… Sabrina gave him a questioning look, forcing him to elaborate, "I'm staying here today, I have some things to take care of." "Oh. Then should we expect you for breakfast?" He gave her a nod, followed by a small smile, "That would be nice." "Savannah will be thrilled, she kept waiting on you to arrive yesterday-" A tired breath escaped him as he whispered, "I'm sorry. For being no-show, when you had dinner ready-", he stopped, eyes darting to the table in realization, "Where's my plate?" "I threw the food away." "Sabrina-" She waved him off, hiding the shock at his apology, burying it deep, "I'm used to it, my mother-", she bit her lip before the rest of the sentence could slip out, knowing saying anything further would provide information on her life. How it would feed his curiosity further, make him crave to hear even more. The less he knew, the better, especially when he viewed secrets as currency. "Your mother what, Deputy?", John raised an eyebrow. "Nothing." "There's something there, I can tell. All you have to do is open up, let it all pour out. I'm a good listener, I promise." "Pass.", she deadpanned. "The offer remains on the table.", he shrugged before heading back upstairs.

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Storm of the Heart-Tyler Owen’s x Reader PT. 2

Synopsis: Being a sister to one of the notorious storm chaser crews online was a lot, You were Boone’s Sister, you have always heard stories from him and watched all the videos when they were live storm chasing. One Day your Brother invites you to go Storm Chasing with him and the crew, what will happen during that time? Will you and a Certain Storm Chaser get close to each other?

Pairings: Tyler Owen’s x Reader

Word Count: 658

Author’s Note: Hi! Everyone! I just wanted to say thank you for reading my first ever Tyler Owen’s fic ❤️ and giving it some love! Since it is becoming popular I have decided to do a part 2 of this story!❤️ Let me Know if I should make this into a series!

Weeks had passed since your first storm chasing experience with Tyler and the team. You'd been making excuses to visit Boone more often, always managing to time your visits with upcoming chase opportunities. Your brother saw right through you, of course, but he kept his teasing to a minimum.

Today, you were back at the base, helping the team prepare for a potentially massive storm system. As you loaded equipment into one of the chase vehicles, you felt a familiar presence behind you.

"Need a hand?" Tyler's voice sent a shiver down your spine.

You turned, offering a smile. "I've got it, but thanks."

He leaned against the vehicle, watching you work. "You know, you're getting pretty good at this. Ever thought about joining us full-time?"

The idea made your heart race. "I'd be lying if I said no," you admitted.

Before Tyler could respond, Boone's voice cut through the air. "Alright, lovebirds! Time to move out!"

You felt your cheeks flush as Tyler chuckled. "Your brother's got quite the imagination," he said, but there was a hint of something in his eyes that made you wonder.

As you climbed into Tyler's vehicle, Boone caught your arm. "Be careful out there, sis. And I don't just mean with the storm."

You rolled your eyes, but his words stuck with you as you set out.

The chase was intense from the start. Multiple tornadoes touched down, keeping the team on their toes. You found yourself working seamlessly with Tyler, anticipating his needs and providing support.

As day turned to dusk, you spotted a massive funnel cloud forming. "Tyler, look!" you pointed.

His eyes widened. "That's our target. Hold on tight!"

The next few minutes were a blur of adrenaline and fear as Tyler skillfully maneuvered closer to the tornado. You were mesmerized by his focus, the way he seemed to become one with the storm.

Suddenly, a piece of debris smashed into the windshield. You let out a startled cry, and Tyler immediately reached out, his hand finding yours.

"I've got you," he said, his voice steady despite the chaos around you.

In that moment, as the world spun wildly outside, something shifted between you. The tension that had been building for weeks crystallized into something undeniable.

As the storm began to dissipate, Tyler pulled over. The team's voices crackled over the radio, but neither of you moved to respond.

"Y/N," Tyler started, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I need to tell you something."

Your heart pounded. "What is it?"

He took a deep breath. "I know you're Boone's sister, and I know it could complicate things, but... I'm falling for you. Hard."

Joy surged through you. "Tyler, I-"

"Wait," he interrupted. "Before you say anything, you need to know what you'd be getting into. This life, it's dangerous. Unpredictable. I can't promise safety or stability."

You smiled, reaching out to touch his cheek. "Tyler, I know all that. And I'm falling for you too – all of you, including the storm chaser."

Relief washed over his face, and he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that rivaled any storm for intensity.

When you finally parted, breathless, Tyler rested his forehead against yours. "So, what do we tell Boone?"

You laughed. "I think he already knows. But let's worry about that later."

As you drove back to base, hand in hand, you felt a mix of excitement and trepidation. You were embarking on a new adventure – one potentially more thrilling and unpredictable than any storm.

Back at headquarters, Boone took one look at your intertwined hands and sighed dramatically. "Well, it's about time. But Tyler, just remember – I know where all the tornadoes are."

You couldn't help but laugh. Whatever challenges lay ahead, you knew you could weather them together – just like the storms you chase.

@ellieslittleburrow @child-of-of-the-sunshine

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With You, Whom I Don't Understand // Mithra SSR Card Story

CHAPTER 1

(Northern ruins)

Mithra: <Arthim>

(Crash)

The moment Mithra’s spell resounded with a dull echo, a curve cut through the giant beast's neck and sent it flying. The rest of its body, now beheaded, swayed back and forth several times in search for its lost neck and once in vain, it let out a chilling cry, turning into stone.

Akira: ("T-that was so quick, I barely grasped what just happened...")

Mithra: "What kind of mana stone is this? It's the size of a pebble."

Akira: "You did a good job, Mithra. Commission completed!"

A commission about a magic beast gone berserk because of the Calamity's effect arrived earlier today, so I asked the northern wizards to come and take care of it, but, Mithra, unsurprisingly, ended up defeating it all by himself.

Snow: "As expected of our one and only Mithry! He took it down in the blink of an eye."

White: "He is the manor’s Ace, after all!"

Akira: "You don't say... I was surprised how quickly it was over with."

Owen: "If that's the case, let Mithra do all of this boring work."

Bradley: "As long as you have him, it's gonna be taken care of in a jiffy, right? You don't gotta ask all of us to come here."

Akira: "I'm sorry...! I didn't think it'd end so soon."

Mithra: "But they're right - we don't need excess luggage."

Bradley: "Come again?"

Mithra: "Am I wrong?"

Owen: "I see you want to turn into stone very badly, should I make that wish of yours become a reality? I'll let you have a taste of Mithra's mana."

Mithra: "There's no way that will ever happen. You're weaker than I am, after all."

Snow: "Certainly, Owen's power at the moment is no match for Mithra's."

White: "Both you and Bradley should put a lot of effort shall you aim to take the place of the manor’s Ace."

Akira: ("They're right, Mithra is our Ace, without a doubt. Even I know how strong he is, but... that's all I know.")

(Dining room)

Akira: "I was hoping I could chat with Mithra a bit more, but he's not here either, even though it's lunch..."

Speaking of what I know about Mithra... I know that he's the second most powerful wizard after Oz, his taste in food is... peculiar, and that he suffers from insomnia because of his injury from the Calamity. And he also made a promise to protect Rutile and Mitile.

Akira: ("I wonder if I'll come to understand him better if we became closer...")

Owen: "Hello, Master Sage."

Akira: "Wha- Owen! What's with you, appearing out of thin air?"

Owen: "You ought to prepare for the summoning ceremony of new wizards. Because if not, those guys will surely get killed by Mithra. "

Akira: "Killed...!? Wait a minute, what do you mean by that!?"

Owen: "Go to the tower. Something very fun is happening there."

CHAPTER 2

(Running footsteps)

(In front of the tower)

Akira: "Excuse me! I heard that some sort of trouble happened here and I came to check!"

Rutile: "You arrived just at the right time, Master Sage!"

Mitile: "Mister Mithra wouldn't let us go!"

Mithra: "You're so noisy... Please sit still and behave."

Akira: ("He's holding them by the scruff of the neck like kittens...?")

Figaro: "Hi there, Sir Sage."

Akira: "Figaro, Lennox, just what happened here?"

Lennox: "The four of us were just heading over to the Southern country when Mithra came to stop us."

Mithra: "Because there's no way I could let them go there. I would be in trouble if you two went somewhere where I can't see you. I can't allow you to do that, because you're weak."

Akira: ("Ah, right, Owen doesn't know about the promise, so he probably thought Mithra was hurting them or something...")

Rutile: "Mister Mithra, please let us go. We're going on a day trip to visit mother and father's graves, together with everyone else from the South."

Mithra: "Grave visiting or not, it doesn't matter. Even if it's just a day trip, that won't change the fact that I won't be able to keep an eye on you."

Lennox: "Then, why don't you go instead of us two?"

Akira: "You want Mithra to go?"

Lennox: "Rutile and Mitile said they're worried, so we suggested to accompany them."

Figaro: "It does take a while to get to the City of Clouds. You have to fly for a bit after arriving at the tower, and it can be dangerous when going past the mountains, not to mention."

Mithra: "..... <Arthim>"

Mithra: "Come on, let's get this over with."

Mitile: "Wha!? Wait a minute, Mister Mithra!"

Rutile: "A-alright, then! See you later, Mister Leno, Doctor Figaro!"

Figaro: "Yep, have a safe trip. Ah, how about you go as well, Master Sage?"

Akira: "Me?"

Figaro: "You're always dealing with the requests we get, and you're doing your very best, you deserve to go and get some healing over at the South."

Akira: "Um, if you say so... I'm off, then!"

(City of Clouds)

Akira: ("Well, that was quick... Mithra's Door of Space sure is handy.")

Citizen: "Would ya look at that! More people are turning up!"

Rutile: "My, you came too, Master Sage! Hello everyone. These are our precious friends from the manor - Master Sage and the northern wizard, Mithra."

Citizen: "Ooh, the Sage and a wizard from a different country, you say! You and Mitile seem to get along with everyone at the manor, what a relief."

Akira: ("They know Mithra's from the north but, they're acting friendly nonetheless... I wonder if it's because they don't have a prejudice against wizards.")

Rutile: "We're going over to the graveyard right now, would you two like to join us as well?"

Mithra: "I'm not going."

Despite the way he spat out his reply, an expression, different from his usual one, had shown itself on Mithra's face.

CHAPTER 3

Akira: ("Mithra, what happened... That's not like you...") 

Akira: "I appreciate the offer, but I'll have to decline as well. You two should go and enjoy your day with your parents. I'll take my time to look around the South—"

Mithra: <Arthim>

Mithra: "I'll come to pick you up later. Please don't touch anything strange-looking under any circumstances."

Akira: "Whoa, Mithra!?"

Mithra forcefully grabbed my hand and pulled me into the Door of Space, that had suddenly appeared.

(Tycho Lake)

Akira: "...This is...Tycho Lake? Why did you bring us here?"

Mithra: "I wonder why myself. I simply felt like coming."

Akira: "I-I see... This is a place full of Rutile and Mitile's parents' memories, isn't it."

Mithra: "Yeah."

Akira: "... S-speaking of, I've seen a mermaid here before."

Mithra: "Is that so..."

Akira: ("He's so absent-minded... But I wonder why... He looks so lonely...")

Mithra: "....."

(Splash)

Akira: "Wha!? W-what's with you all of a sudden, Mithra! Hold on... I-it's quite de—...!?"

(Screen fades to black)

(Bubble-bubble)

Akira: ("Who knew the lake was this deep... This is bad! I'll drown!")

(Splish-splash)

I felt my body, sinking just moments ago, getting forcefully pulled upward.

The very first thing I saw, was Mithra's evergreen eyes.

Mithra: "What are you doing?"

Akira: "Cough... S-sorry. And thank you. ...Although, I should be the one asking what you were doing. Why did you suddenly dive in like that?"

Mithra: "Well, you said there were mermaids in there, so I thought we could catch some for dinner."

Akira: "Um. Are you sure you can eat...mermaids...?"

Mithra: "They do sound tasty."

Akira: "I-I wonder about that..."

Mithra: ".....Why did you jump in?"

Akira: "Why you ask? Well, probably because... I wanted to help you...?"

Mithra: "Help? You? Me?"

Akira: "Yes..."

Mithra, who blinked in bewilderment, immediately laughed with the innocence of a young boy.

Mithra: "Ahaha. You're the only person in this world who'd ever think about coming to my aid, aren't you?"

Akira: "That's..."

Mithra: "...Oh well, I'm grateful. You're the one who was drowning moments ago, though."

Akira: "Yeah, sorry about that. Thank you for saving me."

Mithra: "That much I can do."

(City of Clouds)

Rutile: "Goodness, you two are completely soaked!"

Mitile: "You're gonna end up catching a cold like this! I'll go fetch you some towels, okay?"

Mithra: "No need, our clothes are going to dry up quickly. More importantly, let's get going if you're done here."

Mitile: "Geez, you're so self-centred...!" 

Akira: ("...As I thought, I don't understand Mithra very well. But, if possible, I'd like to get to know more about him from now on.")

Mithra: "Come now, you're coming with us too. It's going to cause me trouble if I can't keep an eye on you."

The Lake's Fortune // Card Training Story

(Lounge)

Akira: "Is swimming a strong suit of yours, Mithra?"

Mithra: "And what brought this about?"

Akira: "I just thought that you swam very naturally in the Tycho Lake, even though it's so deep your legs don't reach the bottom."

Mithra: "Well, yes, I am skilled at it since I grew up at a lakeshore."

Akira: "The northern lakes are always frozen, so I had the impression that you couldn't swim in them, but apparently you can."

Mithra: "There are times when they aren't. Well, it's only the surface that's frozen. Under that layer, it's just normal water."

Akira: "Brr, sounds so cold... When told 'frozen lake' the only thing that comes to mind is pond smelt fishing."

Mithra: "Pond smelt fishing?"

Akira: "It's a type of small fish from my world. You make a hole on the frozen water's surface and fish through it. Were there edible fish in the lake you used to swim in?"

Mithra: "There was some fish-looking creature that would jump out with great vigour in response to noise, and sometimes it would pierce into my neck."

Akira: "That's quite the aggressive fish! When fried, pond smelts taste really yummy."

Mithra: "... Now I'm craving fish. I'll go over to Tycho Lake to catch some real quick."

Akira: "R-Right now?"

Mithra: "Yes. Are you coming as well?"

Akira: "Yeah, but give me a minute to check what's left for today's schedule—"

Mithra: "No, we are going immediately, <Arthim>."

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First time...

In Santa's lap

Ch 2

Fanfic

Pairing Roger Taylor Reader

Warnings Smut 🔞

A/N Rogers POV Part 2 of the series (part 1 is posted below) Please like and comment or reblog if you like

When you read part 2

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I hide away in the studio almost the whole December, I had to keep my head busy with other things than... Her

There she was again

Shit..

I flipped over the cymbals with a loud *CRASH*, John looked up and I shrugged a bit and lit up a cigarette

- Hey man, what's is all the fuss about?

- Nothing John.. I'm fine.

- You are a terrible liar.. You know that?

He joined me on the drumrisers and took up his own cigarettes

- You still think about her.. Right?

- Yeah.. I do.. I was a moron, an idiot.. A complete dick.. Fuck.. She was so beautiful, amazing.. so different, so..

- She is back in London Roger, did you know?

I almost fell of my chair

- What?, Since when?.. Omg.. I have to see her

- Roger.. I don’t think..

- What? I haven't t even looked after a girl since then, not even the groupies at the Christmas gig, all I can think of is her

John looked at me as if I was from an other planet, he shook his head

- You sure you are ready to be serious Roger, she is not that kind of girl you play with

-.. I'm... Yes.. I want her.. I wanted her back that evening too but.. Omg.. I screwed up

- I don't think she is so keen on meeting you, but me and Veronica can maybe luer her into something.. But Roger.. It is something you need to know

My eyes widened, I could only hear his words ringing in my head

"she is back.. I can see her.. a ..."

- She is pregnant Roger ..you hear me?

- What?.. I immediately bounced back to earth, a..am I.. going to be a dad?

Tears fell down on my cheeks

I looked on my own hands, fiddled with my drumsticks, almost whispering

- I have to see her, I want her more than ever

The upcoming week passed by slowly

The day was here, I had kicked out Brian to be with Chrissie

I was so fuckin nervous, I told myself out loud.. I'm going to show her.. that I'm not just a player.. that I'm serious, that she can trust me

I went back and forth in my kitchen, shit.. She is soon here

Shit... The owen!!!

I looked inside, it wasn't ruined

*phew*

I lighted a few more candles and corrected the flowers in the vase

*doorbell*

I was suddenly wide awake

I went out in the hallway and opened the door

There she was, even more beautiful than I remembered, in a fur coat, a cute scarf and her red blushed cheeks from the cold, her mouth, slightly open..

She looked at me with big eyes, we were both like frozen to the ground

- Y/N... Hi... You came, I showed her inside, come in.. Its cold

She just nodded quietly

I helped her off with the coat

I saw the back of her, a cute dark blue dress, her hair in a messy bun, her neck..

She turned around

- I'm ready to hear you out.. To give you a chance to explain.. But I'm not.. I'm disappointed.. Not just you.. But at myself to letting me..

- Hey... Look.., I stuttered and shook my head, please.. Please come in.. Are you hungry?

She followed me out in the kitchen

I saw her looking at the table, the roses, the candles..

I smiled at her

Saw a little smile in the corner of her mouth

- I guess that I was right then, please sit

I pulled out her chair

- I bought non alcoholic wine.. I

She sat down and started to cry heavily

I held around her tense shoulders and kissed her temple, she leaned her face onto my chest

- I... I'm so sorry Roger.. I can have.. have it removed

I looked at her

- No.. No.. Don't even think about that.. NO.. I want you, both of you

I placed my hand on her belly, I'm serious

I took away a tear with my thumb

- Are you sure about that.. I mean..

- I'm sure, even more now. I have only thought about you since that day, I.. I fell in love with you that night Y/N... Thoose other girls there and at the concerts, they don't mean anything, please give me a chance.. Please.. I

She turned her head and looked up at me

Placed a kiss carefully at my lips

Nodded

- Ok... IF we eat first, it smells delicious and I'm starving

She let out a soft giggle

I kissed her nose and stood up

Took her plate and served up the food from the stove

I turned around and smiled at her

She was here

I placed the plates on the table and poured up wine for both of us

She ate and drank with big apetite

It became easier and easier to talk, we talked about just everything really

We got to know each other, we laughed a lot and I saw in her eyes that she started to maybe feel the same

-.. So.. when I saw you Y/N, I knew what I wanted, but I became shy and tried to cover that shyness with being my cocky self

I'm so sorry for that, I should have run after you

- I know Roger, John told me a little and Veronica.. She comforted me that night, just before I left. She knew..

- Yeah.. John wasn't happy with me.. Neither of them were, at least myself

I took down the last wine

She smiled at me

- You don't have to drink non alcoholic wine because of me

- It was actually quite good.. besides, I want to remember this evening, more wine?.. Dessert?

- Ehhhmm... In a bit... I... mmmm

I stod up and took her hand

She followed me out in the living room

I had prepared a vinyl already and soon Joe Cockers hoarse voice streamed out

I walked towards her and took her in my arms, kissed her cheek and felt her arms closing around my shoulders

I pulled away a little, just looked at her

- I have to agree with him.. "You are so beautiful", I leaned down a little and kissed her, just tasting her lips carefully

She pulled me closer and deepened the kiss, I smiled while we kissed

We just stod like that, holding each other until the song ended

Without a word she took my hand and started to walk, I followed her to my room and she closed the door behind us

- Hunnie.. we don't...

- Ssssccchhhh... She pulled down the straps on her dress and let it fall down

I just couldn't stop staring at her

The moonlight made her skin shimmer like diamonds

I reached out my hand.. slowly.. touched her arm, I let my eyes wander up and down her body

- I'm not made of glass Roger.. You can touch me

She closed the gap between us and I felt the heat from her body

She opened the buttons on my shirt one by one

She giggled a little when her fingers didn't follow her mind

I kissed her passionately while helping her

Her stiff nipples brushed against my chest

- Ohhh God hunnie...

We backed further into the room and when she had the bed behind her I made a little push so she bounced on the mattress

She bit her lip and crawled up in bed

I leaned down and kissed her again and again and again

Continued my kisses down her neck, nibbling on her soft skin

Closed my lips around her nipple and heard her breathing getting more intense

I looked up at her while kissing her burning skin, I stopped a little and leaned my cheek on her belly as if I was listening, I placed a kiss on it and whispered, I can't wait to meet you, our unborn child

She smiled at me and held around my head, she slightly pushed me down

I bit my lip and pulled down her underwear while kissing her hips, her thighs, her innerthighs

She opened up under me and I gasped for air, she was just so amazingly beautiful

I seperated her folds with my tounge, dragged it slowly up and down, I circled it around her clit and her soft moans sounded like music to my ears

I closed my lips around her clit and licked faster, my finger started to slowly entering her

She bucked up her hips and whined a little

I stopped

- Are you alright?

- Yes... Ohhh yes.. Omg.. Don't stop Roger

I let out a breathy laugh and started to eat her out more intense, I added a finger and curled them over her spot

I rubbed it over and over

Not long after I felt her walls collapsing around my fingers

I kept fucking her wet pussy her intire orgasm

My tounge replaced the fingers I pushed it deep inside her, drinking all her sweet nectar, I kept moving my tounge in and out, around and around, my thumb circeled her clit

- Mmmm.. Hunnie.. You are amazing

My tounge found her spot, it kept on nudging it, her thighs clenched around my neck and seconds after she scuirted down my throat

- Ops... She looked down at me with a big smile

I simply couldn't resist her so I crawled back up and kissed her

My cock teased her entrance and my eyes locked with hers

- I love you.. You know that

- Ohh God Roger.. I love you too

Slowly I entered her and we became one

We rolled out hips together in unison, I held around her hips, moving in and out of her

I kissed down her neck and moaned in her ear

My hips thrusted faster and faster

I gripped the headboard and and snapped my hips even more, but not too deep

We kissed again and she moaned into my mouth

I felt she became tighter and I held her close

- Shit love .. I'm coming

- Ohhhh... OHHHH ROGER

I flushed my seed inside her and her contractions squeezed the last drops

I fell to the side in bed, pulling her with me, still inside of her

She had her head on my chest and I pulled her closer

It was silent

All we heart was a little whining wind and the clock on my nightstand

It was after midnight, it was new years eve

I smiled a little to myself

- Y/N..?.. I... I was going to wait until tonight, but.. I cannot hold myself any longer

I pulled out the drawer and took out a box, placed in between us

- This is the last day of the year, and last day I was alone, I want to be with you.. Both of you.. Forever

.... Marry me

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