#Rita is Unwavering

[meganechan05]

Mandatory Break Time

Common headcanon is simply HimeMorf trying their best to get Rita to take breaks.

My version plays into KingOh's wackiness where those two have to break down Rita's door and physically drag them out by the legs if it feels like they're about to pass out in exhaustion. Otherwise they're pulling Rita to their feet and telling them to prep for MoffunLand while dragging them out of the room.

[sarawritestories]

Unwavering Presence Chapter 9

Cassian X Archeron Sister (Reader)

Summary: Cassian notices that Y/N skipped training after their night at Rita's. The group heads to the human realms and Y/N reunites with old friends...

Content Warning: Familial trauma/drama, degradation (Consensual), power imbalance, slight fat shaming, so much angst, mentions of death, Nesta being absolutely cruel. Foot stuff (Its quick I promise).

Word Count 4.5k

A/N: The sneak peak I put up for this chapter got cut and is getting moved to chapter 10 because I decided to end this chapter very differently.

Unwavering Masterlist Chapter 8 ACOTAR Masterlist

Feyre and Rhys left early the next day and I didn’t feel the need to get up for training. I laid in my bed reading my book when there was a knock on my door, “Come in.”

The door creaking open, and Cassian walked in, I glance up to see him in his leathers, “Your sister left with Rhys to go see the weaver.” He leaned against the door frame, and I made an effort to not watch his biceps contort in his uniform. He smirked and flexed his arm, and I rolled my eyes.

My gaze fell back over my book, and I flipped the page, “You know I don’t know the significance of that. I’m sure Rhys or Feyre will tell me what they’re up to. Why are you here?” I hadn’t meant for there to be a bite in my voice.

“You didn’t come to training.” His tone was soft, and I fought my instinct to look up at him, “I wanted to make sure you were, okay?”

The sound of the page turning was the only noise in my room for a moment, I sighed and closed my book, “Yesterday was a lot.”  I looked at him and shrugged, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

Cassian remained silent, he moved to my armoire and my gaze shifted below to and took out my leathers and plopped them on the end of my bed. “Get dressed.”

“Cassian, I’m not in the mood.”

Cassian crossed his arms, “Tough.” The voice of a general talking to his subordinate, “We’re not training, we’re sparring. I expect you downstairs in five minutes.”

I crossed my arms, “What if I don’t come down?”

Cassian walked to the door, he turned back to me with a smirk, “I wouldn’t recommend it, you may not like what happens if you don’t.” He walked away, closing the door behind him. I glared at the door hoping the look seared into his back. I kicked the leathers of the bed and let myself lay back and let sleep consume me.

Cold water collided with my face shocking me up and out of my bed. Cassian stood in front of me with a bucket in his hand a cocky smile on his lips. The cold began to seep into my bones I had to clamp my teeth down to keep from chattering, “What was that for?”

Cassian bent down to pick up the leathers and pressed them into my chest focusing on my eyes and not the fact that my nipples had hardened from the cold and peeking out through my silk nightgown, “I gave you 10 minutes to come down, that was five extra minutes, and you still didn’t come down.”

I bared my teeth at him, and he only chuckled as if he wasn’t threatened by me, this male had seen the worst of humanity, went toe to toe with those people, I bet I barely posed as a threat to him. “I told you I don’t want to train.”

Cassian leaned down to my eye level the smile still lingering and his eyes gleamed with a challenge, “And I told you we’re not training, we’re sparring.” He rose back to his full height as his face softened. “Look, sometimes words don’t help, but you have energy and pent-up things you need to get out. Lucky for you I know someone who can take that on.”

I sighed, annoyed that he was right. I felt the water dripping from my hair and an idea formed in my head, I gave him a saccharine smile, “Alright, Cassie,” I purred as he tilted his head no doubt, confused by the nickname. I’ll give it a chance,” I took a step closer to him, and I could see his neck work as he swallowed. “I am going to need to dry off first.” I shake my head, letting the loose drops of water fly, spraying him in the process.

Cassian took a step back, laughing as the water landed on his skin and his leathers. Once I stopped, I grinned at him satisfied with my work, the hurt of his rejection the night before fading away. “Your trouble, Princess, you know that?” His voice was warm and made the butterflies in my stomach flutter.

Trying to ease those flutters, I shrugged, feigning calm and collected, “I’ll list it right under bad listener.” He laughed again and the sound was so joyous that a part of me would kill anyone who tried to take his joy away. I pressed my hand on his chest and could feel his heartbeat speed up. “Go on, General, I’ll be down in a minute.”

“I’ll have another bucket ready just in case.”  He winked and walked out once more, leaving me to change.

I met him in the backyard of the town house Cassian’s back was to me his wings relaxed the leather pants covering his ass perfectly. “I can feel you staring.” Cassian’s voice made me jump.  He turned to her with a knowing look on her face, “Enjoying the view.”

I crossed my arms and pooped a hip out, “I see an asshole, who threw water on me to get out of bed, I’m not sure if enjoying the view is what I would call it.”

Cassian raised his hand and motioned two fingers, “Come here, Princess.”

I took a step toward him, my neck straining as I had to look up to him. He opened his palms out a silent command. I placed my hands in his and he led me over to the seat. Taking out some white wrappings and he began wrapping one of my hands. I stared at his face and how there is a wrinkle that peaks through when he concentrates. His lips form in a tight line as he ties off my one hand and begins the other. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure, though you did just ask me a question.” He looks up at me through his lashes.

I laughed, “I suppose I did.”

His smile remained on his face, finishing up wrapping my hand. “What’s your question?”     

“Did you always want to be a general?” I looked down and noticed that he was still holding my hand.

The little wrinkle returns as he thinks about the question. “No. I didn’t. I didn’t plan to be living the life I do now. When I was a child, I tried to make sure I survived the next day. I never allowed myself to dream of anything more. Not even when Rhys found me in my ratty tent.”

His eyes grew distant, and I pressed my hands against his cheek, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have pried.” His eyes met mine and that distant look disappeared as he twisted his head and lightly pressed his lips to the palm of my hand and my breath hitched.

“Don’t apologize, Princess. We can talk about my childhood at a later time. We’re focusing on you now.” He led me to the mat he had set up. He placed padded mittens on his hands. “Now remember what I taught you and just hit my pads as hard as you can.”

I held up my fist the way he showed me I didn’t move to throw a punch. “What if I hurt you?”

“I’ll live, Sweetheart. I’m not easily breakable.”

I glared, “And I am?”

“Did I say that? No. Now come on.” His voice was firm but still gentle. I threw the first punch,           “Good again!” I punched the other hand. He keeps praising me and encourages me to go harder. “Now tell me what’s bothering you.”

Continuing my punches, the words tumbled out “I’m anxious about going back to the human realm and seeing my sisters. I’m terrified about this impending war.” The words kept pouring out, “I feel like I don’t belong anywhere. I’m terrified that when Feyre outlives me, she’s going to forget about me. That everyone here will forget me when I die.” I dropped my fists.

“Sweetheart,” Cassian started reaching out to me and I stepped out of reach. His face fell slightly.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered and before I could run to my room, Rhys and Feyre winnowed to the backyard and Feyre looked ready to throttle Rhysand as she walked inside. Refusing to meet Cassian’s gaze, I followed after Feyre.

I walked into her room, and she was flinging various objects around her room. “Feyre? What happened?”

My twin paused and looked at me, “He almost had me killed. The weaver almost killed me. For a stupid ring!”

I felt the familiar scrape against my shield. I let him in. You almost killed my sister for a ring?

That’s a bit dramatic. The ring was an object to test if the sentiment of like calls to like. The ring is also very sentimental to me.

In what way?

It was my mother’s.

Before I could say anything to him, he left my mind and I put my shield back up. “He is insufferable. How do you enjoy his company? He looked smug when I met him out like he was surprised I survive.”

“He is kind, Fey. Also did he look smug or was he proud because not only did you get the ring, but you also got out using the skills that him and Cassian have been teaching you.” I paused, “Also, despite what you believe he is lovely to stare at.” I give her a wink.

She paused and sat on the bed with an exasperated sigh, and I took a moment to look at my sister. Feyre has gained some of the weight back that she lost after we came back from Under the Mountain. She had been sleeping the dark circles that had stained under her eyes were gone. She was finally healing. I smiled happy that life was coming back into those eyes. “I guess he is quite beautiful. Don’t tell him I said it though. He would never let me live it down,” She smiled.

I snorted and then sadness overtook me at my confession to Cassian. One day she will be walking this world alone, when my mortality takes me to whatever comes after death. Would she miss me? Would she find happiness here and be able to simply move on. Our relationship was not perfect but when her neck snapped, I wasn’t sure I was going survive this life without her. Hopefully, Cassian, Azriel and Rhys will take care of her and make sure she lives when I’m gone.

Feyre slammed me into her chest. “Stop that.” Her face was wet with tears. “Just stop. My life would be nothing without you.”

I blinked and hugged her back, “What?” Had I said those things outside?

She pulled away quickly, “Nothing.” She wiped her tears. I sighed, “So you were fighting with Cassian?”

I nodded, “Yeah.”

“You spend a lot of time with him?”

Another nod, “Yup.”

Feyre raises an eyebrow, “I assume you enjoy his company?”

I laughed, “Feyre, just ask what you want to ask.”

“What’s going on between you two, her eyes went doe eyed with curiosity that it reminded me of Elain.

“We’re friends, he helps me train and we hang out sometimes. Is that why he almost kissed you last night?”

“How?” I asked I thought about who would tell her Azriel wouldn’t have said anything.”

“Mor.” we said in unison. We made eye contact and began laughing.

“I don’t know Fey, he seemed relieved that Mor stepped in. As if he was going to make a grave mistake. Though I enjoy his company, talking with him is easy.”

Feyre nods, “And quite handsome.”

I began to think about his warm hazel eyes and his morning stubble or his raven hair. “Handsome doesn’t begin to cover it.” I look over to Feyre and there is a gleam in her eye and a smirk playing on her lips. “What?”

“You got it bad.” I threw the closest pillow at her, and she caught with, with a cackle. The laughter fades and Feyre leaned her head on the headboard. “Rhys says we’re going to the human realm tomorrow. You, me, Rhys, Cassian and Azriel.”

Dread hit me. The idea of seeing Nesta and Elain made my skin crawl. “It’s going to be a shit show.”

Feyre’s face grimaced as she nodded. “Indeed.”

***

The next day the five of us approached the edge of the forest and the manor my sisters were staying in was in view. Rhys is the first to speak, “I’ll put the glamour on us until you give us the okay to come in.” Feyre nodded, dressed in a fine black chiffon dress with silver lining the dress. I opted for A Black satin gown off the shoulder gown, A blood red belt wrapped around the waist with a bow on the back -compliments to Rhysand- kohl lined my eyes and there was a sheen to my lips.

A hand wrapped around mind the red siphon gleaming from the sun peaking through the trees. “You’re nervous.” It wasn’t a question.

“What makes you say that?” I questioned.

“You’ve been wringing your hands and tearing at your nails since we crossed the border. You were fidgeting in my arms the whole flight here.” He gave my hand a comforting squeeze. “A lot has happened since you last seen them it’s okay to feel these feelings.”

“Thanks, Cassian.” I smiled up at him and with the illumination of the sun behind him he looked like a deity.

He smiled back a full grin this time and kissed the top of my hand. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look today?”

My hear rate sped up and heat crawled to my cheeks. “I don’t think so.”

He smiles, “You look absolutely radiant, Princess.” He looked over to Feyre, “Now go, I’ll be right here should you need me.”

I nodded and I looked at Az and Rhys, Az gave a nod like he understood the challenges of visiting family, and Rhys gave a wink. I walked to Feyre, and we reached the front door, and I took a deep breath and felt the nice breeze and I could have sworn the scent of leather and sandalwood wafted through my nostrils and calmed me.

A maid had opened the door and her mouth fell, “The Archeron Twins,” She murmured in shock. She stepped out of the way for us to walk in. “Please follow me. Your sisters will be so pleased to see you.”

She walked us into a sitting room, Nesta sat on a lounge sofa reading a book, Her gray dress accentuated her curves, her face had a regal grace. Elain was in a chair working on some embroidery, in a pink tulle gown and her hair pinned halfway up with some flowers from her garden, no doubt. “Ladies, your sisters have come home.” The maid announced bowing and walking away from the foyer.

Our sisters’ heads snapped up. Nesta had a cool calculating stare assessing our attire and Elain’s face lit up with joy. She rose and ran, closing the space between us and pulling us both in her arms and I’m stunned by how tightly she hugged us. “Welcome!” She withdrew from the embrace and gripped out hands and Elain took note of the tattoos on our collar bones and the one on Feyre’s arm. “Those are beautiful.”

I smiled, Elain was always kind and always found beauty in everything. Her scent of wildflowers causes my eyes to water. “It’s good to see you, Elain.” Nesta rose and my eyes darted toward her, preparing myself for her to pounce if need be. She stuck her nose up as she approached every bit of the queen, she deemed she should be.

“I’m surprise you’re here.” Nesta said her standard Icy tone. I fought the urge to roll my eyes. “I’m surprise you’re both alive.”

Feyre nodded, “We have a lot to tell you.”

Nesta held down a glare, “So speak.”

I was about to combat her command, but Feyre was the one to speak and she told them everything. Under the mountain, Tamlin sending me to my death, how he locked her up in the house, how we both ended up in the Night Court and all the details we know of the upcoming war.

“Why are you here?” Nesta asked not cutting corners and if she felt anyway of Feyre and I facing death she didn’t show it.

“We need you to open the manor to our friends. High Fae. They would like to have a meeting here with the Human Queens. However, they are stubborn gentlemen, who would like to ask you themselves and of course meet you and thank you for even consideration.” I said straightening my posture preparing myself for the verbal lashing.

“No.” Nesta said firmly not even looking at me. Here we go.

“What?”

“Elain gets married in a month to the Lord’s son. I will not risk this wedding for your silly war.”

“We should help.” Elain spoke up and we all turned to look at her. “Nesta, if the wall comes down, there may not be a wedding.”

I smiled to Elain as Nesta mumbled, “Fine, we’ll send the servants out for the next two days.”

I leaned closer to Elain, “Who’s the lucky guy?”

Elain smiled and showed her ring and Feyre, and I noticed the Iron ring adorned her finger, “His name is Graysen.”

I took a sharp breath, “Lord Graysenn?” I asked and Elain nodded enthusiastically and began going into the details of the wedding.

“Look at our good little maid, Xavier.” Graysen’s voice chuckled as I was on my knees the black dress uniforms his family required for me rising, my tongue grazing against the leather of his boot. Bits of mud and gravel getting into my mouth. “She is working so hard for her family.” He shoves his boot farther into my mouth and I begin to suck as he chuckled. “So hard, tell me what your siblings would say if they found out that you were drooling all over yourself just to make sure food was on the table.”

Muffled noises came from my mouth as drool dripped down to my cleavage that my uniform exposed.

Xavier petted my hair, “So good, maybe if she’s really good, I’ll give her those kisses she craves.” An involuntary moan came out of me, “Oh she likes that idea.” He chuckled. Hands were around my waist pulling me back, as Graysen pulled the boot from my mouth, and had me leaning against his firm chest, “Go ahead and swallow for us, pretty girl.” I did what I was told, and Xavier sang praises in my ear. “How lucky that you got this new maid, Graysen.” I looked at the man’s sharp blue eyes, his blonde hair pulled back in a bun. His thumb grazed my hip in swiping motions. Having been together for a few months his beauty and sharp features

Graysen smirked, “Yes indeed,” Graysen lifted my chin, “Do you like working for me Y/N?”

I nod, “I appreciate you offering me work.”

“Anything for my best friend’s girl.” He patted my cheek. “You can go home, after the rest of my boots get a spit shine.”

“Yes, my lord.” I smiled as Xavier’s hands wandered up my thigh, his teeth nibbling the shell of my ear.

“Xavier, please don’t distract her like you did last week. I had to doc her some of her pay.” Xavier gave him a nod and with that the lord’s son left.

Xavier waisted no time leaving kisses up and down my neck, “Xavier, I need to get this work done.”

“Later,” He growled and kissed me passionately. I moaned into his mouth and his tongue slipped in his hand groping my clothed breast. “You are delicious,” He moves to my jaw and my ear, “I’m really glad I met you.”

I smiled, “Me too, Bab-“he silenced me with a growl and a searing kiss.

“Y/N,” I shook the memory from my head to face my twin concern schooling her features, “Where did you go?”

I shook my head burying the memory farther down. “Nowhere at all.” I smiled but Nesta looked at me, her head tilted as if she could sniff out my lie.

***

The servants were gone, and all three Illyrian warriors sucked up all the air in the room. When they entered, I naturally gravitated toward the General. And what has become a habit is his wing curved around me slightly. Nesta stared at us in silence, no detail going unnoticed about her new guests.

“Nesta, we can’t thank you enough, for your hospitality.” Rhysand bows and Nesta lifts her chin. “We come here to ask for a favor.”

“You want to have me host a meeting here with the human queens. My sisters did fill me in.” Nesta’s response was short. I glanced over at Elain and noticed that she was entranced with Azriel and his wings.

Rhys, Feyre and Nesta continued with their conversation when I felt a nudge.  I looked over to Cassian and he had an Orange in his hand and a slice held out for me chewing a slice of his own. I grab the slice and take a bite letting the citrus flavor consume me. He plops another slice in his mouth and picks a slice for me and he continued to do that until the fruit was gone. He threw the peels away and when he returned, he whispered in my ear, “The key to withstanding long meetings is bringing food.”

I stood on my tippy toes and whispered back, “Makes sense especially if each person in the room likes to hear themselves talk.”

He chuckled lowly, “I hope you never have to go to a High Lord’s meeting it’s a room full of people who like to hear themselves talk.”

“Sounds miserable.”

Cassian grinned, “Absolutely insufferable.”

I hadn’t even notice that Elain had left but her voice boomed, “Dinner is ready.”

***

Dinner had been tense. I was tucked between Rhys and Cassian, Feyre sat across from me. The males ate in silence and Elain was asking Azriel questions that he was kind enough to answer about his shadows. Eating my meal, I looked over to notice Feyre made a face as she bit into the food.

“Is our food not good enough for you now?” Nesta questioned with an accusatory look as if Feyre thought little of her. I groaned feeling the pain pulsing in my head.

“Just different than what we have back in Prythian.” Feyre muttered looking down at her plate.

Nesta turned a pointed look to me, “What about you? Is the food still good to you since you’re not them?”

“Can we not do this please.” I pleaded, “We haven’t seen either of you in a year. Please I’m begging. Drop it.”

Elain sat quietly, focusing on her own food, and Nesta clearly decided she wanted to lash out. “I will not. You come here, jeopardize our social standing here, and you two suddenly want to act better than us. I can tell you must enjoy the food, considering you're bigger than I saw you last. And even coming here in matching colors with this rabid beast, it's beneath you, really.”

I sighed and rolled my eyes, nothing new. Nesta was always the first to criticize my weight. She had been doing that for years. A hand gripped my knee and gave it a squeeze, I didn’t need to look to know it was Cassian.

“What are you looking at?” Nesta sneered her gaze meeting Cassian.

“A wicked, vile, woman, who would let her two baby sisters go out in the forest alone to help provide for the family. While she sat and did nothing. Feyre and Y/N were willing to lay down their life to save and protect my people. Both are willing to do it again, so you don’t have to go to war. So, excuse me if I’m not pleased that you are choosing to insult these two remarkable females in my presence. As for Y/N being in my colors. I haven’t made a claim against her. I didn’t even know she was going to wear it though the colors suit her beautifully. Also, there is nothing wrong with gaining weight and muscle, the more of her to love, the better.”

Nesta rose and crossed her arms, “You’re a fool. Do you know that? Aligning yourself with Feyre is one thing. She has excellent survival skills and those could be useful, but Y/N? Death follows her everywhere she goes. She killed our mother.” She gave me a pointed look and it felt like my lungs were going to give out. I couldn’t even feel Cassian’s grip tighten. “She killed a debt collector attacking our useless father. If you three are wise, you would leave her here in the human realm before she becomes your doom. And if you don’t than I wonder why the humans ever feared the fae in the first place.” She turns to me, and tears threaten to come down. “I wish it was you that died that day. Not mother.”

Elain and Feyre rose up from their seats, “NESTA,” they said in unison. My legs were not moving at my command as I jolted from my chair and ran out of the dining hall and out of the manor entirely, ignoring my name being called out.

My feet were moving of their own accord, ignoring the cold bite of the evening as I pushed hard and kept moving. Once I finally stopped and took a breath I looked up and found myself in our old cabin. The wood splintered from when Tamlin barged in, the chipped paint of Feyre’s work. The smell brought back memories of late nights, stiff necks, and pain. The depths I went to just to make sure we had some money on the days Feyre couldn’t catch game.

 I walked into our bedroom, the dresser calling out like a beacon. I sat in front of it and took in my sister’s work, flowers for Elain, Flames for Nesta and Feyre and I shared the third dresser which was painted with a night sky and a cabin with a shadow by the window. Nothing indicating where I belonged.

I wished you died instead of her. The emotions of the day took hold and deafening sobs unleashed from my body as I covered my face in my hands. Wondering what I ever did to cause Nesta that much pain. My sobs were so loud I didn’t hear the door creak open, but I heard footsteps. “Please go away, I don’t want to talk.”

“Well, that’s a shame,” My spine sat up straight at the familiar voice, “I so desperately want to talk to you, Baby.” I turned to find Xavier in the doorway. His hair cropped short, his white uniform pristine and four gashes scarred above and below his cold blue eyes. My breathing was coming in short rapid, spurts.

Another set of footsteps followed, and a hooded figure walked in. Lowering his hood the moonlight revealed another familiar face, Elain’s now fiancé, Graysen, his smile sinister, “Hello, Y/N.”

Chapter 10

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[billyrayjo]

Stumbling Home With You

Azriel x Reader

In which the reader gets drunk and has a certain shadowy boy there to take her home.

Warnings: cussing, mentions of alcohol, fluff, smut.

Small announcement: Y’all I am a SLUT for Azriel. I swear, with how many scenarios I’ve read/ imagined about him I am HORRIFIED that SJM’s depiction of him is going to be underwhelming. I have a few more ideas in the works, possibly even a long series. I would like to write a few fluff and angst fics only just for those who don’t like smut (and I do feel awkward writing it sometimes too lol). I’m working on a masterlist as well. Feel free to leave requests! In the meantime, enjoy this scenario that I’ve imagined one too many times about daddy azzy 🤭.

Pounding bass worked its way through your limbs as you pushed yourself through the crowded bar. You and your friends had decided on a night at Rita’s, finally blowing off some steam after the stressful months you had endured. You had just picked up your current drink from the bar, making your way back to the booth your friends occupied.

As you approached, slurping down some of the cool liquid, you felt eyes turn to you. “Are you almost ready to go, (Y/N)?” Rhys questioned, his voice slightly raised to ensure you heard him over the loud music and chatter. “Guuuyyyss. It’s not even one yet! I get you’re all getting old and doing adult things, but you need to let loose!” You whined, plopping down in the booth beside Feyra. “Oh please. We’ve endured enough of your sloppiness in our lifetimes to call the night early.” Rhys teased, a feline smirk taking over his face.

After much pleading, and attempts at convincing, your friends were unwavering. Each one standing to grab their things and telling you goodnight one by one. You huffed to yourself, your arms crossing as a drunken pout took over your features. You sagged in the booth, your eyes closing to fight off the blur in your hazy vision. How much had you drank?

Just as you were about to start counting to yourself, you heard a muffled “Let me walk you home, (Y/N)” from your right. You slightly noticed the shadows whirling around your crossed arms when you shot your gaze over to him, confusion scrunching your brows. “You stayed?” you questioned, trying to think back to telling everyone bye. Now that you were looking back on it, you realized a certain shadowsinger had never bid his farewells.

“Of course I did.” He replied, a hard look taking over his features in his seriousness. You sighed again, going to stand from the booth before replying, “Okay, Azzie. You can walk me home.” softly smiling in his direction. He slid out of the booth behind you, and you obliged when he helped you slip your coat on, pulling your hair out from underneath the collar for you.

Stepping outside, the wind chill made you shiver as a gust of it swept over you. “Mm. It’s cold” you muttered, hands coming up to wrap around yourself. Azriel chuckled beside you, his hand coming to rest on the small of your back to guide you forward. “If you’d hurry up we wouldn’t have to be out here for long.” He teased, the corner of his mouth raising slightly. You feigned an offended look, softly swatting his chest as you huffed. “I am not -“ you tripped up, heels scuffing on the cobblestone beneath you, “slow”. The line of his smirk only deepened as he watched you, hands coming out to steady you if needed.

You continued walking, Azriel’s arm coming to rest on your shoulders, pulling you tighter into his side. “Am I really a sloppy drunk?” you whispered, your thoughts going back to Rhys’s comment, regret taking over your features. The last thing you wanted to do was inconvenience your friends with your behavior. If it was true, you would probably never touch alcohol again just to keep the burden off of them.

“No. You’re a cute drunk.” He replied, matter of factly. Somehow pulling you closer into him. You smiled at that, an idea flashing in your mind as you stilled, Azriel coming to a quick halt beside you. You quickly turned to face him, gaze gleaming in excitement as you spoke, “We should prank them!”. “Prank them how?” he whispered, his gaze burning into yours, an unreadable look on his face. You felt your cheeks tint at the intensity, before muttering, “Nevermind. I think I’m too scared of Cass’s retaliation to do that.” a small giggle escaping you as you pictured Cassian’s revenge.

A small smile took over his mouth as he watched you. Azriel reached up, hands playing with the collar on your coat, fixing it, and whispered “Yeah, I think we might need to get you home for the night. Too cold out here.” his eyes still piercing yours. Staring at his smirk, you slowly reached your arms under his coat, shuffling closer to him, and hugged him. Your hands connecting on his back, the warmth from his coat already soothing you. You sighed, your eyes closing in contentment as your face rested against the hard surface of his chest.

His arms slowly came up behind you, one hand softly resting against the back of your head, the other wrapping around your shoulders protectively. His head dipped slightly, and a chill went through you as you felt his breath fan through your hair in a long exhale. You could almost feel the tension leaving his body, the thought of you soothing him as much as he did you making your heart jump in your chest. You slowly pulled away, eyes heavy as you looked up at him and whispered, “Thanks for always taking care of me Azzie.”.

He studied your face for a long moment, a sly grin slowly spreading over his face before quickly leaning down and grabbing you. You squealed as he lifted you, tucking you into his chest as he hauled you up, bridal style. Before you could protest, he shot off the ground, wings flapping as he soared into the night sky. “Hey!” you gasped, turning to face him with a faked anger. He only looked forward, the corner of his lip slightly raised as he muttered “You were taking too long. Gonna get sick.”. You only rolled your eyes, deciding to just lay your head in the crook of his neck for the remainder of the flight. Whether the fluttering in your stomach was from the alcohol consumption mixed with sudden movement, or your close proximity to the shadowboy, wasn’t decided.

“Hey.” you stirred, a soft groan leaving your lips as you felt movement underneath you. “We’re home.” sounded from above you in a soft whisper, causing you to slowly flutter your eyes open to take in your surroundings. You were still in Azriel’s arms, standing in the kitchen of the house of wind. You sighed, slowly slipping out of his grasp, your feet taking a second to solidify your stance. Damned heels. His hands stayed on you as you stood, one of them slowly taking yours as he pulled you towards the table. He pulled out a chair, ushering you into it before walking towards the cabinets. Your eyes were slowly drifting shut when a movement in front of you jolted you back up.

Azriel slipped a mug of tea in front of you, right next to a sandwich. You smiled shyly, reaching forward and taking the warm glass into your hands. “You didn’t have to make me tea.” slipped past your lips over the lip of the cup, sighing in delight at the warmth passing through your body. “I wanted to.” comes from your left, eyes locking on Azriel sitting in a chair diagonal from you. You slowly reached down, grabbing the sandwich before you split it in two, holding a half out to Azriel as you demanded “You eat too.” . You could tell he was about to deny you, quickly shooting out your bottom lip, puppy dogging him. A sigh escaped him, his hand reaching out to take the half-sandwich from you.

After your cup was emptied, you stood. You gathered the used dishes in your hands, heading towards the sink. Once you got there, you gently rinsed off the dishes, humming softly to yourself. You stilled when you felt a presence behind you, Azriel’s chest slowly pushing into your back, your head just below his collar. You glanced over your shoulder, heart fluttering, as you took in Azriel reaching for something over your head. His body pressing into yours immediately had you wide awake, continuing on the dishes even though you were pretty sure you had washed the plate already. He slowly retreated, and you turned around, looking at him in question. “Take this.” he murmured, holding out a small capsule of something in his hand. “What is it?” you questioned, already reaching out to grab it before you even knew what it was.

“It’s supposed to help with headaches.” he inquired. “Madja made them for me.” He added on softly at the end. You knew he suffered from nightmares a lot, sometimes even hearing his pained yells from down the hall, but you didn’t know it was bad enough to need medication for it. You nodded, sadness etching its way onto your face as he dropped it into your hand, a glass of water appearing in your other one. The house of wind really did have perfect intuition. After you gulped down the capsule, you finished off the water before placing that glass in the sink as well, turning back around to find Azriel standing in the same spot.

“Woah. Why the sad face?” he asked, taking half a step closer to you. “It’s nothing.” you lied, not making eye contact with the male to try and hide the emotion in your gaze. “Come on (Y/N/N). I know you better than that.” he pushed, moving closer to grab your chin and raise your gaze to his own. “I’m just tired, Az.” You deflected, actually yawning for real afterwards, thanking the cauldron that it made you somewhat believable. He nodded, slowly pushing you forward, his front pressing into your back as he lead you up the stairs. He kept guiding you into your room, you immediately throwing yourself onto the bed, your eyes too heavy to fight against.

You slowly sat back up as you felt a soft graze against your ankle, blinking down at Azriel gently unclasping your heel. Something pulsed in your lower belly as you took in the sight of Azriel on his knees before you, pushing the thought away as quickly as it came before he sensed the shift in you. He moved onto the next one, collecting your heels in his hand before standing. He deposited them onto your shoe rack, steering towards your dresser. He didn’t even have to ask as he opened the third drawer from the top, pulling out one of his donated black t-shirts that you adored, closing the drawer back and coming back towards you. You stood as he approached, and he tapped his knuckle against your wrist, muttering an “arms up.” as you obliged.

He deposited the shirt over your head, turning you around so he could pull your hair from that too. He let you take over as you shimmied out of your mini dress underneath, letting it drop to the floor in a soft thud. He bent down to grab it, you lifting your feet one by one to help him, hands bracing on his shoulders. He tossed it across the room into your hamper before he headed to your bathroom. He had seen you enough times in the middle of the night to know that a big tshirt was what you preferred to sleep in, definitely not noticing the way you failed to wear any pants a lot of the time.

When Azriel returned, you were back to sitting on the edge of the bed, his tall frame coming to stand between your legs like it was muscle memory. You raised your head up, shutting your eyes as he gently started wiping the makeup off of your face. When you thought he was finished, you fluttered your eyes open, gasping when you saw him staring down at you, the wipe halfway lowered. The hand that was resting under your chin slowly slid down, instead landing on your throat as he gently pushed your head even further back.

You exhaled shakily as his other hand dropped the makeup wipe, coming up slowly to thumb at your bottom lip. He kept his gaze on you, a fire in his eyes you didn’t miss as he pulled your lip down, his jaw clenching. You didn’t even realize you were panting softly until you felt the hand on your neck start sliding upwards, it instead wrapping around the back of your neck and lacing into your hair. The warm faelight casted a glow against your face, hopefully blocking out the blush on your cheeks at the intensity.

Without thinking, you slowly let your gaze drop to Azriel’s lips as his tongue darted out to wet them. You felt your own mouth doing the same, almost copying him, before you looked back up into his eyes, his gaze considerably darker. Azriel slowly pulled, raising you to your feet as he stepped even closer to you. Your heart short circuited at the feeling, your hands instinctively reaching out to rest on his chest, his hands still holding your head. His hand continued its firm grip in your hair, your neck still craning back to look at him. You instinctively licked your lips again at the sudden dryness, and watched as Azriel’s gaze flew down to your mouth.

He inhaled a rough breath, almost growling, as he rushed out a “Please don’t hate me for this.” and pulled you to him, landing his mouth on yours. It happened so quickly, you took a beat to realize what was happening. When you did, your eyes softly fluttered closed, your hands gripping into his shirt. You could hear your heart beat in your ears, feel a burning in your chest, smell the misty wooden scent coming from him. His shadows swirled around you, tickling your legs and back in their haste. He slowly started working his lips against yours, and you reciprocated the action. You let out a whine at the teasingly slow movement, needing something to happen. He groaned, pulling away for a millisecond before coming back in, the kiss a million times more heated than before. You felt yourself move up onto your toes, your hands wrapping around his neck to bury in his hair.

The fight for dominance didn’t last long, Azriel quickly taking over the make-out session after your weak attempt. Hand still in your hair, the other on the base of your throat, he started walking you backwards toward the wall. You felt the cool wood on your back, arching slightly at the shocking cold against your skin. A gasp escaped your lips as Azriel grabbed your leg, hooking it around his waist. After that one was secure, he grabbed the other, lifting you completely into his hold. He moved down to work on your neck, your breath hitching with how needy you were. You moaned when Azriel’s lips found the soft spot below your ear, his tongue working over the spot before he gently nipped at it. You pulled at his hair, earning a soft growl from him as you whined “Please, Azriel.”. He moaned at the sound of his name, his head thrown back, throat working against the noise. He dropped his gaze back to you, his raspy voice coming out low, “Please what, baby?”

You pulled him back down to you, your lips finding his once more, your hips instinctively writhing as you searched for something, anything to relieve the knot in your belly. A whine left your lips at his words, and you clutched even harder into his hair, one hand dropping to dig your nails in his shoulder. At the feeling of your heat grazing the front of his pants, he bucked his own hips up into you, a small whine escaping his lips as well. You gasped, eyes rolling back and head dropping against the wall at the feeling. He thrusted into you again, the feeling of his bulge grazing against your core making the world disappear around you.

Suddenly, you were ripped from the wall, instead being deposited on the bed in a breath. Azriel stared down at you, his wings expanding slightly behind him as he took you in. Your body shook with anticipation as he slowly started stalking towards you, his hands pulling his shirt over his head, discarding it onto the floor.

Suddenly, you realized that the soft and shy Azriel was gone… and this Azriel was going to ruin you.

Part 2?

[lure-of-writing]

Never been good enough

Authors note: I haven't written in forever so please forgive me if this isn't the best but I would love to hear what you think!

Summary: You would never be good enough for Ariel

Word Count: 2.3k Warnings: Arguing, curse words, mentions of death, Elain slander, Tamlin makes an appearance

Part two: Left in regret

Part three: Why can't We?

There was always something so enticing about Azriel that you could never put your finger on. To simply put it he was fascinating. Being a part of the inner circle for as long as you have meant that you put your feelings for him aside, did what you thought was best for the group. Not only that but Azriel never gave you any signs that he was interested in you and there was no way you would let him know about your feelings. What if you guys dated and it didn't work out? Or worse, what if you told him and he didn’t feel the same way? These types of thoughts made a home in your head and they made it a point to consistently remind you that Azriel would only ever be a friend. But hey, better a friend then nothing at all, Right?

That was until Rhysand met Feyre and in turn met Nesta and Elain. This is where your downfall began. You were truly happy for your high lord and new high lady but could have done without her sisters. Nesta was always ready to pick a fight and tear you down with her words as if she were some wild animal backed into a corner that would bite if you tried to pet it. The comparison wasn’t far off, she basically was a wild animal. Elain on the other hand was, well, contemptible at best. From what you knew Elain was basically loved by all in the inner circle but you. There was just something about her that irked you to your core. In a world that praised the strong and belittled the weak, her innocence bothered you. Why did Feyre have to do everything for her sisters, especially the middle one? As an older sister yourself you would have made any sacrifice necessary to protect your little sister. In fact you did. Maybe that's why you resented the middle sister. 

Before the new additions were made to your family life was perfect, before under the mountain of course, the group was a perfectly balanced number and each person had their person. Rys with Armen, Mor and Cassian, you and Azriel. The group would spend long days giving each other a run for their money with stupid bets and at night you would have an even longer night getting drunk at ritas, but ever since Ryhsand met Feyre things changed almost instantly. It was like the people you once knew completely changed over night. You still knew who they were to their core but you didn’t recognize who they had become. 

Cassian bowed to an unwavering, impolite, ungrateful human turned fae also known as Nesta, he was willing to die for someone who would never give the time of day to even acknowledge that he existed. Amren found company in her ruthlessness, found friendship and understanding in her unbothered face. 

Mor found sisterhood among the complexities of healing with Feyre, through the grief and joy and thousands of other emotions one feels when finding themselves after trauma.

Ryhsand found his mate, the one he never thought he would meet. The one he was willing to die for as long as that meant she was safe.  

Azriel saw the need to protect someone as delicate as Elain. So he did. 

And you, you found a changed group of people before your very own eyes. 

“Azriel can I please hold the fancy special dagger?” the Shadowsinger simply stares at you from the other side of the ring. Today had been training day for everyone excluding Amren, if you asked her she would say it didn’t pertain to her, and while the boys took turns sparring you were teaching Mor a new fighting technique you learned recently. “No” the short answer was no surprise to you at all. “Why not? I even said please and I never say please” the inner circle could not wait to witness this scene unfold for this wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but considering that you were Azriels favorite amongst the group even if he refused to say it, they thought that maybe one day you would wear him down enough to the point where he lets you hold the truth teller. “y/n I have never let anyone hold that dagger and you will not be the first. You are more than capable of handling yourself without my blade.” “Exactly I am more than capable of handling a dagger Azriel. One day I will get the truth teller in my hands just you wait.” he simply raised his shoulders in a shrugging manner as if to say “yeah I’m not concerned”

To say you were surprised that Azriel gave Elain the truth teller would be an understatement but honestly you should of seen it coming. Not even a few days before he was rushing into the hybern camp to save Elain without any second thought. There was never a time in the five hundred years where Azriel threw himself into a situation like that where he didn’t at least take some time to plan everything out. As a spy yourself you knew that at least having a fraction of a plan could save your life but it appeared Arizel was willing to die to save her. Feyre's sister be damned. So to watch from afar as he handed over his dagger to inexperienced hands was truly a gut wrenching experience. How could your closest friend of literally hundreds of years spend his potentially last moments with someone who was basically a stranger instead of a true friend? It was a revealing moment, it either showed how kind he was to try and help a defenseless person have a means to defend themselves if the time came where it was needed or he truly had changed and no longer cared for you. You would have your answer sooner than you had hoped. 

For as long as you have existed you were trained as a spy for the cover up of an  assassin. It made you as deadly as anyone else in the inner circle, maybe even deadlier since no one ever saw their death by your hands coming. So when the time came to go to war you were ready. The Battle was bloody and ugly and cruel. It was long and it felt never ending for every body you cut down it seemed there was ten more to replace it. When you watched as Cassin dove from the sky just as the cauldron unleashed its power amongst the world, the fight seemed hopeless. How were you supposed to win when hybern had that kind of power to be used whenever the king wished? But as a warrior in your own right you just wished that when you died upon this battle field that it wasn’t for nothing. That everyone in your family made it home by the end of this war, you may not recognize your family anymore but they meant the world to you and you just wanted them to be safe no matter the cost. 

Seeing help arrive re-established your hope that Hybern wouldn’t win and it pushed you to fight that much harder but the renewed sense of vigor made you lose focus and that was your downfall. A hybern soldier came charging at you with the anger of a thousand suns and sliced your stomach in one quick motion and before you knew it you were one the ground bleeding out. 

The inner circle was checking on Cassian when an unexpected figure came walking in with your limp body in their arms. “Oh gods, y/n!’’ Mor was the first to stand up and gawk at you in Tamlins arms before the healers directed him to a place where they could properly work on you. Nothing was said as the healers started working, as the inner circles' minds were racing and as Tamlin was leaving. “Thank you” Tamlin didn’t even stop to acknowledge Rhysands form of gratitude. Azriel was the first to speak “How did we forget about her?” no one had an answer.  

Once back in Velaris with your healing underway you could tell that something was off within the group besides the obvious effects of a battle like that and a gut feeling told what it was. You could feel this sense of guilt every time you stepped foot into a room and you knew it was that they forgot about you, they never said that they did but while you were unconscious you could hear everything, and what you heard broke your heart. You were becoming an outsider in your own family. 

You watched day by day as Amren bickered with Nesta, Ryhsand flirt with Feyre and cassian with Nesta, watched as Elain and Azriel danced the line of lovers and watched as you were slowly distanced from the group but it all came to a head after a heated argument with Elain. You were sick and tired of her acting like she was helpless when she wasn’t. She was cauldron made and she needed to start acting like it or else it would get someone killed or even herself. It happened on a training day. 

The sun was beating down on your tired body and the whisper of a breeze was doing little to help and listening to Elain ask Azriel for help was driving you up a wall. “Azriel can you help me? I don’t think I'm doing this right?”  all she was doing was stretching and she needed help with it? “For fucks sake Elain do you want him to spoon feed you and wipe your ass for you while hes at it?” Everyone stopped at your outburst and stared at you. Nesta looked like she was ready to rip off your face but Azriel beat her to it “What the hell is that supposed to mean?” you watched as she shifted her body to be behind his as if she knew he would fight her battles for her. “What it means Azriel” you stalked into his space until you were face to face and watched over his shoulder and Elain moved to seek comfort between her sister and the high lord and you couldn’t help but scoff at her theatrics 

 “Is that all this group ever seems to do is baby her! She is not a child, she can handle herself. She doesn’t need you to teach her how to touch her toes Azriel but heaven forbid poor sweet Elain has to do something on her own for once. I mean my gods what aren’t you willing to do for her Azriel? Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you give her the truth teller?” Azriel was quick to interrupt “Is that what this is seriously about?” if looks could kill he would be dead because your glare is cutting him up into pieces “I wasn’t done. You gave her your dagger, you went into a hybern camp to save her, you answer her every single beck and call as if she's not fully capable of doing things for herself. You all enable this, every single one of you!” you point to every member of the inner circle “ And I have had enough of this bullshit! Its ridiculous! Elain loves to play sweet and innocent but really she just loves having people dote on her and not having to do anything herself.”  Everyone knew you were seething for they could see the redness creeping up your neck and into your face. And apparently you pissed off Elain

 “So what if Azriel did those things for me it has nothing to do with you so mind your own business.” you knew she wasn’t as nice as she seemed. “This has everything to do with me! I used to be his best friend, me! Not you! I watched everyone change when your family came along and it ruined mine! I have been in love with Azriel since the day I met him and yet I’ve had to watch him fall for you, who he hasn’t even known for two seconds! I heard him say that they forgot about me on the battlefield after hybern! So yes this is about me, I am an outsider in my own family!” The silence was deafening after watching you fight to speak through your tears and cracking voice. No one dared to move for fear of upsetting you even more or maybe it was the weight of your words keeping them in place. Azriel went to place a hand on top of your shoulder but you were quick to step out of his reach. “Y/n I had no idea you felt that way” again you couldn’t help but scoff “Of course not because you were too busy with sweet Elain to notice anything else.” he shook his head as if in a silent no “I am so sorry that we forgot about you there is no excuse it should of never happened. I-we never knew you felt this way, felt like you were being pushed away. But y/n why didn’t you ever tell me that you had feelings for me?” something broke in Azriels heart watching you cry, watched as your face scrunched in pain while you fought back sobs from taking over your body. Something pulled him to comfort you but he knew better than that. He couldn’t, not with Elain here.

“I have been telling you for five hundred years Azriel how much more do you want me to do? I may have never flat out said it but why do you think I stayed up waiting for you to come home after missions, or why I defended you against the teasing, or why I showed you my love in a thousand different ways but you never noticed even though you are the head spy master of the night court.” a sob racked your body forcing you to stop and Azriel wanted nothing more than to hold you until the tears stopped flowing and you felt whole again something in his soul was pulling him towards you but your next words stopped him in his tracks. “I never told you because to you it seems that I have never just been good enough. I have never been enough for you.”

[justsomerandomfanfic]

Azkaban Prison - Sirius Black X Female Reader

Title: Azkaban Prison

Sirius Black X Female Reader

Additional Characters: Rita Skeeter (Mentioned), Harry (Mentioned), James (Mentioned), Lily (Mentioned), Pince (Mentioned), Voldy (Mentioned), and Reader's parents (Mentioned)

Requested by: Anon!

WC: 1,903

Warnings: Azkaban, sarcastic Reader, Auror Reader, very brief mention to drinking/partying, crying, sort of sad, set during the second book/movie, nicknames, banter, teasing, flirting, slight angst, and fluff

"Dropping off another one, Miss L/N?"

You gave the man at the security desk a stiff nod and an equally stiff smile, "Yep! I just don’t know where they keep coming from." You answered sarcastically as the witch you brought in was taken to her cell.

The man, whose name tag spelled out 'Stanley Parloose,' only grumpily nodded before he gestured for your wand. "Wand, please."

"Alright, don't get your trousers in a twist," You grumbled, taking out your wand and handing it to the man, who then sat it on the Wand Weigher.

"Is that all you are here to do?" Stanley asked, looking up at you, past the rims of his thickly-framed glasses; his bright blue eyes almost judging you as you rocked on the balls of your feet.

Looking off, you pretended to think about your answer before giving the man a grin, "I don't know... You wouldn't allow me to go up a couple of floors, would you?" You asked, raising an eyebrow as the man sighed heavily.

"You're the middle-tier Auror, Miss L/N. What do you think the answer is?" Stanley asked boredly, resting his head in his hand as he looked up at you.

You pouted slightly, crossing your arms over your chest, "I think the answer is no, but it's worth a shot every time." You muttered as the man snorted, looking down at his paperwork.

"Correct again, Miss L/N," Stanley teased, smirking as you scoffed.

"I could have you fired, Mr. Parloose." You snapped, watching as the man's smirk grew.

"You may work for the Ministry, Miss L/N," Stanley sang, laughing when you huffed, "But, you know that your name is not on the list. I can not permit you to travel up there for you are-"

"I'm not someone with strong ties or anything. Yeah, I know. It's bollocks." You tilted your head as you stared down at the man, "But... You know... I think I can have Rita Skeeter interview you some time..." You trailed off, watching as the man's eyes widened slightly before he cleared his throat.

"Rita Skeeter? You know her?" He asked, trying to hide the fact that he was very intrigued by the idea of an interview by the witch.

You smiled, knowing that you won this battle, "Of course, I do! She's a very dear friend of mine. We are like this." You emphasized, crossing your fingers together to show how close you were to the - annoying - woman. "I'm sure she'd love to do an exclusive interview with the security guard of the most formidable wizard prison, who also allows me access to the floor I'm not supposed to be on." You told him, his eyes widened even more as you stepped forward to lean lightly on his desk, pretending to examine your nails.

"You're bluffing..."

"Am I?" You countered, staring down at the man, gaze unwavering, "You know... She once told me that she had a thing for brunettes. And that she may or may not be single." You drew the fishing line, and Stanley took the lure.

"Fine. You can go up there for no more than ten minutes. No more, no less." He told you, pointing his quill at you with a less-than-threatening glare.

You grinned, smiling bright, "Thanks, Stanny." You sang, pushing off the desk and turning on your heel.

"Hey! Don't call me that!" You heard the man yell as he glared at you.

"Whatever you say, Stanny-boy!" You yelled back.

You quickly made your way up and up the tower of Azkaban, your mind elsewhere as you thought about your boyfriend. It had been years since you had last seen him, eleven years to be exact.

You remembered the last night you saw Sirius Black. You had just watched your two best friends, James and Lily tie the knot. You partied, drank, ate, and danced with Sirius and your friends. You didn't remember much after that, just you and Sirius flooing home, and crashing on the couch together. That morning, you got ready to visit your family for the month, packing your bags, eating breakfast with Sirius, and kissing each other goodbye before you flooed to your family home. What you didn't know was that that was the last kiss you and Sirius would share.

Oh, how you wished that you were there when they took him away. But you knew that there would be nothing you could do. That was why you became an Auror in the first place, rising in the ranks slowly to finally reach the point that you could see him again - albeit sort of illegally.

It was dark, and you stumbled slightly as you found his cell. Peaking through the small window in the metal door, you felt the air in your lungs escape you, and you cursed under your breath. Sirius sat in the corner of the room, legs up against his chest, arms wrapped around him, the sunlight shining down upon him from the thin window.

"Sirius..." You muttered, just enough that his head lifted at the sound of your voice, eyes rapidly flickering around the room - as if he had really gone insane, imagining your voice - before he found the small portion of your face peeking out from the window on the door.

"Y/N?" His voice was hoarse from lack of use, and you swallowed back the lump forming in your throat at the sight of him. You nodded your head, pushing up to rest your forehead on the metal door. You didn't say anything, afraid if you did, you would cry. You heard and watched him move, the scraping of his skin and his prison clothing against the wall as he pushed himself to his feet. His hand reached out for you, just brushing against your cheek before he almost flinched back in fear that it was all a dream, that you weren't real. "Y/N," He repeated, voice louder this time as if he was making sure that you were really there.

"It's me, Sirius." You responded softly, looking at him through the window, seeing his eyes staring right into yours. “I’m here.” You frowned deeply upon seeing how thin and frail he looked, "My poor baby, what have they done to you..?

"How are you here?" He asked, ignoring your question, staring at you with those gray eyes that you missed so much.

Licking your bottom lip, you gave him a small, nervous smile, "I'm an Auror... And I may or may not have bribed the security guard to let me up here." You admitted sheepishly, feeling your heart race in your chest as his lips twitched slightly at your confession.

"Oh, Y/N," He said, moving the tips of his fingers against your cheek, a soft chuckle leaving him as you leaned into his touch as much as you could from the window's small opening. "How come you haven't seen me before?" He asked, his thumb stroking your skin as your eyes fell shut.

You swallowed back the lump in your throat, feeling tears burn behind your eyes as you looked back at him. "Stanley, the security guard, is surprisingly hard to crack. If I had known that he had a huge crush on Rita Skeeter, I would've used that instead." You admitted, shrugging slightly as a small, breathy laugh left Sirius.

"It's been so long, my love," He muttered, "I haven't seen you in close to a decade." He murmured, a soft look appearing on his features as he took in every detail of you that he could make out from the terrible lighting.

"It has..." You agreed, "I missed you. A lot." You told him truthfully, giving him a watery smile as he looked at you with such sorrow and adoration it made you weak in the knees. "But, we will get you out of here, and I will take you far away from this place." You told him, your eyes flickering around his cell before they returned back to his face. "I just need time... I- I can get you out, I just need-"

"Shhh..." He hushed you softly, stroking his dirty thumb over your bottom lip, but you didn’t care, "It's okay, Y/N. You don't have to explain yourself to me. I know how the Ministry works. They've done a lot of wrong by me... But you... You will make it right again. You're too good for this world."

You couldn't help the tears that flowed down your cheeks as he spoke, his voice deep and soothing, "I love you, Siri." You whispered, watching as he smiled at you, and it was like the stars in the night sky.

"I love you too, my little treasure," Sirius said, voice soft and rough with emotion.

Blinking rapidly, tears burned the back of your eyes as you cleared your throat lightly, "Are you alright?" You asked, before huffing, shaking your head slightly, "That's a silly question. You don't have to answer that." You laughed slightly as you wiped away your tears, "Is there anything I can bring you next time? I think I can get Stanley to let me up here again... I can bring food maybe or-"

"You..." He responded, interrupting you, smiling when you blinked up at him in confusion, "You're all I need, Y/N... You and your little smile that melts me into a puddle every time I see it. Your soft hair that always smells like summer."

"Sirius," You sighed out, your smile growing uncontrollably at his words, "Became a poet, have you?"

"The thought of you has kept me sane," Sirius muttered, glancing around his cell quickly before looking back at you, "How's Harry?" He then asked, swiftly changing the topic.

"Little Harry?" You asked, "He's doing as good as he can, being the Boy Who Lived and all."

"Is he doing alright at Hogwarts?"

"He is. I try to visit Hogwarts as much as I can to check up on him. I gave him that picture of James and Lily for his twelfth birthday." You told him, "He's a lot like you, really. James too. He gets into so much trouble. Aside from the trouble You-Know-Who causes." You bit your lip briefly, narrowing your eyes playfully, "And that's funny coming from you. It took a lot of convincing to get you to even do your homework."

Sirius laughed, and it was a beautiful sound, and you would be lying if you said you didn't want to hear it more often. "You got me there… You’d never see me in that library. Pince hated me."

Your smile dwindled slightly, looking down at your Muggle watch, "I have to go... Stanley only gave me ten minutes." You whispered, biting the inside of your cheek, feeling like the worst person in the world for leaving.

"I understand. You do what you have to, treasure." He told you, though his eyes were begging and pleading for you to stay.

"I'll try and come back and see you. I promise." You muttered, reaching your hand up to touch his, your fingers just brushing against his own as he gave you a nod.

"I'll be waiting for you." He replied, and you could feel your heart in your throat as you smiled at him, taking one last look before you left him to go back to the floor you were not supposed to be on.

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[mofffun]

Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger ep38 "The Unwavering Idol Debut"

Idol Rita - boy's group dance

[peonypaint]

the queen of all things beautiful and the unwavering judge

[ ID: two digital drawings of himeno and rita from ohsama sentai kingogher. in both the characters are in sitting poses on their thrones. the first drawing shows himeno sitting in front of a large amount of flowers with a metal window in the shape of petals behind her. she holds her sword in one hand and lifts her other hand to her face, smiling and winking at the viewer. all around her are flower petals falling. the second drawing shows rita sitting firmly in their judges seat, holding their sword in front of them and looking ahead with a neutral expression. behind the throne are large spikes of ice. /END ID]

[mackeydoodledoo]

Silent Obsession

Pairing: Himeno Ran x Rita Kanisuka (Ohsama Sentai King-Ohger)

Summary: Himeno Ran was a selfish ruler, but for all the right reasons. But, she becomes obsessed with anything (and anyone) that interests her. Rita Kanisuka was to stand unwavered, no matter what. Everything else can fall apart but them. But, the more time Rita spends with Himeno, the more they begin to fall...

Warning(s): Small panic attack, Blood/injury, Bodily insecurities

Key: Italics = Thoughts, +*+ = Time Skip, Bold/Italic = Flashback

Theme: All of the Girls You Loved Before - Taylor Swift

A/n: Welcome to my first Tokusatsu fic! My King-Ohger OC "Caelifera Viridulus" aka "Batta Ohger" makes an appearance :)

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*Himeno's POV* No... Not this... Not this either...

Countless servants bring you platters of clothing and accessories: hoping to find the right outfit to wear for your upcoming meeting with Caelifera Viridulus for architecture calculations for repair after the city accumulated damage caused by the Bugnarok, and God Kabuto under the influence of Racules Hastie.

"Your majesty!" One if your many infirmary aids rushes up the stairs

"What did we talk about wen I'm going to be departing for an important meeting?" You ask

"Of course, I'm aware your majesty but this is urgent, one of the Monarchs has come into your time of need. Your majesty," They explain

You halt your personal servant conveyer belt and they all step away.

"Which one?" You ask

"Sovereign Rita Kanisuka your majesty," They answer

You rise out of your throne...

"Bring them to my private operating room, you continue to tend to our current patients," You tell them

"Yes your majesty," They reply

"Sebas," You call to your butler

"Yes your majesty?" He asks

"Please send a message to Viridulus that I will have to take a raincheck on our meeting," You say

"As you wish," He replies

The health aids that hauled Rita's unconscious body, follow you into the private operating room: This room exclusively being reserved for the monarchs.

The aids make their leave from the room, but as soon as you were setting up the tools table, you noticed that Rita was still in their respective garbs.

They couldn't take the time to remove the damaged clothing and put them in a gown?...

With no more time to waste, your arms reach up to their coat and remove them, working your way down to their bare skin. But, the more you remove, the more you begin to grow curious of their facial features. It wasn't until after you slipped them into a gown that the curiosity had grown far beyond what you were capable of resisting.

"What are you doing?" A voice croaked

You immediately place something over their mouth in hopes that they wouldn't freak out; worsening their injuries.

"You're hurt," You bluntly state, "You were brought to me. I'm treating your wounds immediately."

"I'm fine," They say "I must get back to Gokkan..."

As you were finishing your work station, you see them attempting to sit up. You lean towards them, pressing your hand against their shoulder.

"You. Are. Not. Well Rita Kanisuka," You lean your face close to hers

"I will be the judge of that," They say, trying to push against you, "Now move, I don't care if you're the ruler of this country."

"I would ever love to see you try," You smirk

You and Rita share a look between one another, Rita is left unwavered. Oh, but you were going to get them to listen to you.

"Lay. Down." You inch your face even closer to theirs

You could feel the hesitation Rita exports until they finally gives in, laying back down.

"Good." You smile

"Don't get so cocky now Himeno," They sigh, "You're just lucky I have no energy to go against this..."

You lightly chuckle to yourself as you go back to finishing your setup.

*Rita's POV* It was beginning to hit... The immense pain, the start of slipping in and out of consciousness... It was hitting you all at once.

"Rita?" Himeno calls out to you

A sigh escapes your mouth as you shift your head to the side. Almost instantly she was on top of you.

"Hey, Rita, try to stay awake for me okay?" She continuously repeats, "Eyes on me."

Despite your body trying to abide by the Queen's order, she had just given you some medication that was beginning to kick you out. Along with the easing pain. Your mental strength was no match to take on both...

+*+

[BEEP]

You groan...

[BEEP]

You groan again, but this time you were growing annoyed.

[BEEP]

Make it stop...

As you slowly come to, your first instinct was gathering memories of the last thing you remembered.

I was trying to get out of the Ishabana infirmary to get back to Gokkan... But, Himeno.... Queen Himeno...

You told your head over to where you remember seeing the Queen last. However, you see her fast asleep on the couch...

"... Himeno," You croak

You watch her stir, slowly rising from her peaceful slumber.

"Good morning Rita Kanisuka," She composes herself, "You're finally awake."

"Huh? 'Finally'?" You ask, "How long have I been out?"

"Few days," She answers, "I've been updating Morfonia."

"Any crimes awaiting for trial?" You ask

"None that have been informed to me," She answers, "But, I still cannot discharge you. Your injuries sustained great damage and will need extra time and care."

"So what are you going to do?" You ask, "Keep me in bed all day?"

"Oh, heaven's no," She giggles, "Unless you're in a coma then I would. But, since you're awake, we have to make sure you're healthy in your healing process."

With a snap of her fingers, a few servants come in with a tray of food.

"I've had my best chef prepare the best meals for our physical therapy process," She explains

You watch carefully as they all hover on one side and another few servants hover on the other.

"I have taken your respective garbs to be tailored back together," Sebastian explains, "So I have prepared a temporary outfit for your stay here. I did have our tailors match it to you main colors."

He placed the clothing at your bedside as the chef uncovers the silver platter of food, which you have never seen before in your life.

Too luxurious...

You were always used to all of the simple foods since you lived in the the tundra.The food you were always used to growing up was soup.

"Everything alright?" She asks, sitting at your bedside

"I'm... Not used to receiving food like this..." You answer

"Well, can't have you eating that slop food now can we?" She smiles

You take her answer for what it was and carefully the the meal provided.

+*+

You stepped into the changing room to get out of the hospital garments to change into whatever Himeno had custom made for you. You take a look at yourself in the mirror to make sure everything was to your liking but as soon as your hands reach. your neck, slight panic begins to settle in...

No.... Not now...

Without the comfort of something covering your face, you became frantic. You immediately looked around for anything within the small room that could cover your face; top no avail.

*Himeno's POV* A small shriek startles you...

"Rita?... Is everything okay in there?" You ask, knocking on the door

A longer, louder shriek echoes from beyond the door...

"Rita! I'm coming in there!" You make your presence known to her

*Rita's POV* You were dumb and didn't think to lock the door, however, even the thought was too late for you as she had come through the door.

"Rita, are you okay?" She asks as she closes the door behind her

You try to get your head to nod, all the while hiding your visible shakiness. You were pretty sure that she was seeing everything, despite that you were physically covering your mouth.

"Why are you covering your mouth you're okay," She says

"Mask," Was all you could muster to say through your mouth

"Huh?" She asks

'Mask," You say, louder

From one of the many cabinets. Himeno reaches around your head and gently ties a knot that now sits against the back of your head. You adjust your bangs over your right eye and you sigh... Right into Himeno's hands as relief washes over you.

"There, you're safe now," She smiles, holding your face in her hands

You stand from the floor to look in the mirror, however, displacement washes over as you slowly turn to Himeno.

"What?" She asks, "I don't do dark colors."

+*+

"Where are we going?" You ask, finishing up

"Around the town," She smiles, stepping into her carriage

"Why?" You ask

"Why not? There's always time to appreciate your townspeople," She says, "If you ever had people to stay in your domain..."

"I prefer not... Everyone that stays in my castle are in jail..." You explain

You wait for the two to begin riding off so that you could follow beside them. Assuming she'd want you to keep your physique.

"What are you waiting for? An invitation? Get on." She tells you

Your eye travels to her servant...

"I can assure you Sovereign Kanisuka, I will be okay carrying an extra person upon Queen Himeno's carriage," He reassures you

Carefully and thoughtfully, you step onto the carriage, attempting to keep yourself at a reasonable sitting distance from Himeno, but alas, you only slid right next to her as soon as Sebastian began moving.

"Goodness, I can feel your tenseness," Himeno sighs in annoyance, "You don't have to be so tense around me you know."

"I never travel with anyone other than my servant Morfonia," You explain, "I could have walked easily."

"Nonsense," She says, "We would have to wait for you every few minutes."

You knew you were in shape... It wasn't like you wouldn't be able to keep up. Oh well...

"Still no need to be tense, here," She says

You look down at the placement of her hand as you draw yours back.

"Have you never heard of hand holding?" She turns to look at you

"I'm never one to have physical touch be one of my favorite feelings..." You say

"Hmm, suit yourself," She sighs, continuing to view the scenery

As your eye draws itself away from the scenery on the other side of the path, your curiosity had peaked and you couldn't help but look at the way Himeno was gazing at the scene before her...

The way the light sun had shone down upon her: like a goddess descending from the heavens. Her eyes shut to bask in the warmth of the sun; giving her that euphoric feeling...

Whoa there Rita... Don't think too much on it...

+*+

You follow behind Himeno as she strides down the path, dozens of her people give her bouquets of flowers, small gifts, her handing them all to the servants who came with....

She's most likely going to throw them out when they're wilted, or deemed unusable...

You couldn't wait for your healing process to be over and go back to the comfort of Moffun...

"Here!" A small child-like voice stands out to you

You stop walking to look down at a small girl, holding a yellow colored flower up to you. You kneel down to meet their eye level.

"I couldn't find any purple flowers but I hope yellow will be suffice," They tell you

You gently take the flower from their small hands, to which they run off to meet their parents.

"Oh, you got a little flower!" Himeno comes up to you

You stand to meet her gaze, but brush yourself off and hand it over to her.

"It was actually for you," You lie

"I saw that little interaction," She smiles, "It's not for me."

But you watch her take it from your hand anyway.

Huh?... Says it's for-

You were pulled out of your negative thought towards the Queen as she slides it over the crease at the top of your ear, tucking your dark hair back in the process.

"You should wear some hints yellow more often," She tells you, "It really brings out the rest of you."

She smiles as she turns her back to you. Obvious heat rises to your cheeks as you watch her strut further down the walkway...

+*+

As the both of you made your way to the main square, more thunderous applause greets your ears. Mostly those cheers were for Himeno.

Too loud...

"Is that?..." A voice stands out to you

"It's Gokkan's King..." Another voice stands out

"They're more like a Sovereign..." A third voice speaks into your mind

"She convicts everyone who comes into their domain..." A fourth voice

"Tch... I wouldn't want to get on their bad side then..." A fifth voice...

One after the other, the voices begin building and building...

*Himeno's POV* You heard the people's voices as well... You turn to check on Rita as they are visibly uncomfortable.

"For those wondering... Yes, this is the Rita Kanisuka, Sovereign of the kingdom of Gokkan," You explain to your attending townspeople, "She is under my care for the time being, I suggest you all treat her as our guest of honor in their stay here."

"Yes Queen Himeno!" The many voices repeat

However, that didn't stop from the many few sharing gossip...

*Rita's POV* As Himeno was busy basking herself in the people's love, you take several steps back...

Finally... Some peace and quiet...

You managed to sneak away from Himeno and her bombarding fans to gain some time to yourself. You close your eyes to take a deep breath...

[SHRIEK]

*Himeno's POV* You jump at the shrilled scream off in the distance. Your thoughts immediately go to Rita as you check to where you saw her last.

"Sebas," You call to him, almost panicked

He nods to you, understanding what your plan was instantly. You break away from the pathway to begin searching for Rita.

"Rita?!" You call out, "Rita!"

*Rita's POV* "Rita?!" A familiar voice eases your mind

Himeno?

You were about to rise off from the bench that you sat upon; overlooking the ocean that Ishabana sat itself over... You didn't want to get dragged back to whatever it was that Himeno dragged you into.

You were only the deadweight...

You take the flower out from your hair and look down at it; spinning it between the palms of your fingers.

"You should wear some hints yellow more often," She tells you, "It really brings out the rest of you."

You think about how Himeno was always publicly puts herself out there as a selfish queen that has no regards for other people, not even her own people...

But, the way she sounded genuine and honest with you... That wasn't the Himeno that shows itself to the public...

"Found you," A voice giggles as she covers your eyes

"Indeed, you found me," You reply, unenthusiastic

"What seems to trouble you?" She asks, "May I?"

She gestures to sit next to you.

You don't know what was going on with you internally because you moved over to the other side of the bench, allowing her to sit next to you.

"Nothing is troubling me, I just needed a moment of silence," You lie

"You shrieking told me otherwise," She says

"Ah, you heard that then?..." You ask

She nods, "So.. Talk to me."

"What's there to talk about?" You ask

"Whatever is on your mind, there's mo one else here but the two of us," She reassures you

You felt her hand over yours. You draw them away again, however, she reaches out to them, gently grasping at them, bringing them back towards her chest.

"Hey... Everything is okay," She continues to reassure you, "It's just you and me."

"I'm... socially awkward..." You finally confess

"Huh?" She asks, "The Rita Kanisuka? Socially awkward? How so?"

"It's... really difficult for me to communicate to others... Especially in a big setting like the one we were in... I've always been alone and I never got to have regular interactions..." You spill yourself to her

"Well, that does make sense, since you always live in solitude in the north..." Himeno mumbles to herself

You look down in slight shame...

"There's nothing wrong with that though," She adds

You look up and over at her.

"You and I were raised differently, so there's nothing wrong with being socially awkward," She continues

"Why are you doing all of this for me?" You ask the million dollar question, "It's not like you to be this heart-felt..."

"Because," She begins

You felt a finger underneath your chin as she flexes it to bring your eye direction to her.

"I'm interested in you," She smiles

Huh?... She's what?...

"Huh?" Was all you could say

"I'm not one to repeat myself," She says

Her fingers move to rest upon your cheek.

"I told you... Physical affection isn't my favorite..." You say

"Then why haven't you moved away from my hand yet?" She asks, slightly smiling

Oh... I haven't...

Your eye travels down to where her hand opened, resting her palm against your skin.

Hmm... Maybe... It isn't so bad...

"If you want something, you have to be selfish and take it, no one else will do it for you," She states

"Queen Himeno!" Sebastian comes running over to the both of you

You pull your face away from her hand.

"Yes Sebas?" She turns over to him

"Bugnarok have been spotted in the towns square," He explains

*Himeno's POV* "I'm on my way. Sebas, make sure Rita doesn't follow," You tell him, "They do not need to worsen their injuries further."

"No, I can fight," You insist

You immediately try to stand on your two feet., But, you stood up too fast, feeling the slight pain in your side.

"Proves my point exactly," You say, "Sebas, take her back to the castle..."

"As you wish," He replies

"Himeno!" Rita tries to get your attention, but you were already in the process of running off towards the battle

COME AND KICK IT (Kamakiri)

"Ohgai Busou!" You transform

YOU ARE THE KING YOU ARE THE YOU ARE THE KING

KAMAKIRI OHGER

+*+

Everything was in shambles... But, far worse than the first attack was...

Who attacked Rita in the first place to have her come to me?... If that hadn't happened, Caelifera would have been able to finish the repairs within a few days...

No matter, there were bigger problems to deal with...

"Get the people to safety!" You tell your servants

They nod and they begin evacuating the civilians.

"Momma! Papa!" A small voice yells out

You turn away to see the source of the voice: it was the same little boy that gave Rita the yellow flower earlier.

"Hang on, I'm comi- AH!"

Before you could run to him, you felt a searing pain run right through your shoulder. You fall onto your back, heaving for air.

"Queen Himeno!" One of the female servants tries to run over to you

"No!" You yell to her, "My main priority is getting all of the civilians to safety!"

Your servant reluctantly nods as she continues to evacuate the civilians.

Another shot of searing pain courses throughout your nerves system, but this time, most of the pain being in your leg. You look up and see a sword-wielding Sanagim slash at your leg; causing you to unmorph out of your armor.

You use the King's Weapon to slash the one Sanagim back. With sheer willpower you had, you forced yourself onto your feet to break towards the little boy.

You kneel to protect him from the Sanagim, ready to take another hit... However, you wince at the sound of metal clanging against one another. You open your eyes and look up..

"Rita?!" You find your voice

"There they were; standing before you, holding your caliber. "There they were; standing before you, holding your caliber.

"Rita, I thought I had Sebas take you back to the castle!" You come up next to her

"I'm quite the persuader," They tell you

*Rita's POV* "My deepest apologies King Kanisuka," Sebastian says, "But, I must follow the queen's orders to not let you fight."

"So, what would happen then if the Queen falls?" You ask, "Who would protect the people of Ishabana then? Would you send a message to the other kingdoms? You already have one other King here in Ishabana... Who knows how long the other Kings will take."

You look over to him and see his face contort with contemplation.

"Now, let me aid the Queen," You tell him

His grip upon your arm eases as you break into a run to where Himeno was off to last.

*Himeno's POV* "Of course," She sighs, "I treated Gokkan's judge."

POP IT ON (Papillon)

You look up as soon as you transferred the boy off to his parents.

"Rita?! What on earth are you doing?!" You are not well!" You try to reason with them

No point in arguing...

"Ohgai Busou" They announce

YOU ARE THE KING YOU ARE THE YOU ARE THE KING

PAPILLON OHGER

"Begone," They say, before running into the border of Bugnarok

You stood on your bad leg in hopes to catch Rita before they ran off but you falter onto the ground.

"Rita! Wait!!" You call out to them

You hear Rita loudly grunt as you watch them take a weapon to the shoulder.

"Rita stop!" You yell, "You'll make your injuries worse!"

They don't answer you as they continue fighting.

"Rita!!" You scream

Another boost of energy courses through you as you run up to them in an attempt to shield them. However, they wrap one arm around your midsection and turn to have their back face the Kaijim.

Rita lets out a pained yell as they fall into you; their armor disappearing.

"RITA!" You scream

You fall with them as you lose strength yourself.

You look at their back and see a nasty gash; staining their beautiful outfit.

"Rita, we have to get you out of here, you're in no shape to fight," You tell them, "I'll hold them off."

"You're in no shape to fight either," They tell you, turning to the Kaijim

They use the caliber as a crutch to lift themselves onto their feet.

"The earth may shatter... The heavens can fall... But... Rita Kanisuka will remain unshaken!!" They yell

That was the first time you ever heard them raise their voice.

"I'll have a fun time testing this theory then," The Kaijim says

Rita grips the caliber with both of their hands as he takes a few steps closer. They begin to attempt to lift the caliber... But, as if they weren't worthy of wielding the blade, it wasn't budging.

"Your opponent is me," A voice echoes

"Hah?" the Kaijim asks the voice

Before you could decipher who the voice belonged to, the Kaijim staggers backward.

"Caelifera Viridulus," You sigh in relief, "You came..."

"After hearing that the Bugnarok were destroying my work... Again, I decided to take the matters into my own hands," She says, "Leave this one to me you two..."

She draws a similar built sword, however, at the hilt, had a grasshopper. She hits one side of the hilt; presumably the back legs of the insect.

HOP UP (Hopper)

She tosses the caliber up into the air, catching it into a backhand grip, hitting the same part of the hilt.

"Ohgai Busou," She smirks

YOU ARE THE KING YOU ARE THE YOU ARE THE KING

BATTA OHGER

"Hmph. Let's dance," She taunts him

She charges past the both of you, engaging in battle with the Kaijim.

Rita sighs as they do the one thing they vowed to never do in the public eye: waver... However, they waver right into your arms.

"Hey, hey Rita!" You panic, "You idiot you made your injuries worse!"

"When... You want something... You gotta take it... Right?..." They ask, before fading into unconsciousness

"Rita! Rita!!" You try to call out

+*+

You were able to treat every civilian's injuries, including your own. However, Rita suffered the most. It nearly took you all night to at least get Rita's vitals to stabilize.

"You sure look exhausted, Princess hasn't gotten her beauty sleep yet?" Caelifera stands in the doorway, clearly teasing you

"Try stabilizing a monarch," She angrily tells you

You weren't in the mood for any form of jokes.

"Point taken," She raises her hands in defeat

"What do you want?" You ask

"I just wanted to update you that we'd be finished with the architectural repairs by the end of the day," She says

"Thank you," She replies

"Of course, just doing my job," She replies

You listen to Caelifera take her leave as your eyes don't leave Rita's.

+*+

You mix tending to civilians and Rita as the days continued; as well as notifying Morfonia of any updates.

"Queen Himeno, it's best if you let them rest, you need some yourself," Sebastian suggests

"Not until they wake up," You say

"The only thing you can do is wait for them to wake up your majesty," He says

You didn't want to admit it but he was right. Because as soon as you finished the night you operated on her, that was as most as you have given to a patient. But, you were stubborn. You wouldn't give up on something if you wanted it.

"How selfish," You giggle to yourself

"What was that Your Majesty?" Sebastian asks

You forgot he was in the room.

"Go make sure every servant is well and fed," you make some random task for Sebastian to do

It was mostly to get him out of the room so you can be alone with Rita.

"As you wish my lady," He bows, exiting the room

+*+

"Rita is behind that door, but they said they wish to not be bothered for a while," Morfonia tells you

After several days of intensive care, You had discharged Rita from Ishabana, but as soon as you did, you were hoping Rita broke out of their shell, specifically for you and confess to you that they had a nice time or enjoyed your presence... But, nothing... They just left... Leaving with you and your thoughts.

"My dearest apologies, but this isn't a matter that can wait," You say, in your most pristine tone

You walk past her to reach the door. You turn the doorknob about a quarter before the locks keep the door in place.

"Ahh mou! Rita!" You yell, breaking the door in

Every single lock on the door breaks, breaking at the door frame.

You see them laying on the couch to your left: a giant Yeti plush next to them. But, the plush wasn't what caught you off guard. It was the fact they had their mask zipped down.

*Rita's POV* It took you a moment to process who had broken your door in. But, it because obvious once you saw shades of yellow.

"Morfonia, shut the door..." You tell her

"Huh?" She asks

"Shut. The. Door." You reluctantly repeat yourself

She hurried to the broken door and shuts it as best as she could.

"What are you doing here?" You ask

"After all I've done for you, you just leave without thanking me?!" She begins, "Or even told me that you enjoyed my company?! Don't lie to me because I saw every little one of your supposed emotionless face soften..."

You continue listening to her ramble on about your time in Ishabana. You hated to admit it but you truly did enjoy your time there... With her...

How can I tell her?

Don't tell her, show her.

"Himeno," You call out to her, making your way towards her

"What?" She asks

"Shut up," You answer

"Hah," She sarcastically giggles, "You ask me what I'm doing here but now you're... Telling... Me to..."

*Himeno's POV* Your voice trails off as you notice how close Rita was getting.

"Rita... What are you doing?" You ask

They don't answer you as they begin to unglue their right hand, showing their pale skin for the first time. Your eyes travel down to their lips; the only thing on their body that wasn't pale. It was a shade of peach pink...

"Rita Kanisuka answer me right- AH cold-!"

Her pale hands as you predicted; cold to the touch. You let out a high-pitched yelp but, Rita leans forward in your mid-yelp. Catching your lips in a kiss.

"Rita-Mmph," You try to speak but they cut you off

Your mind blanks on the thought that you were trying to put together. Your curiosity peaked. You unintentionally walked in on Rita having a self monologue with a stuffed yeti and you got to see them with their mask zipped down.

Their lips however was another thing that caught you off guard... You expected them to be chapped due to the consistent cold weather. Glad you were wrong about it.

"Rita..." You breathe

Your heart was reeling. That was one of the many things you least expected out of them. But, all of a sudden your eyes widen. Your hands traveled all over her face, exploring the parts of her that you weren't able to, but your left hand traveled farther than you expected and you ended up brushing their bangs away; revealing their other eye color.

*Rita's POV* "Himeno... what's the matter?" You ask

You realize that your vision was much more clearer than usual.

Oh no...

"Rita?" She calls out to you

You immediately pull yourself out of her embrace and put your hair back in place as you attempt to find your way back onto the couch; Moffun at the ready for another self-monologuing session. Despite that Himeno was in the room with you.

"Rita..." Her voice calls out to you

You ease into the couch, the frantic movements of your hands slowly ceasing.

"Rita, look at me," She says

You look at her. You watch as she stands over you, one hand rests on one side of your cheek, her other hand brushing your bangs away again, her hand resting against the other side.

"You're beautiful," She says, her lips curling into a smile

You see her eyes exploring your face; taking in all of the things you had refused to show in the public eye. But, with her, it was like everything that could go wrong; the fear of being judged for having a different eye color, the fear wasn't there.

*Himeno's POV* Your eyes didn't know where to look, there was so many features you're just now getting to see. You felt special. You've felt special before but with Rita... It was different. They were making you feel special. They aren't even trying.

You watch Rita stand up and close the distance between your bodies, embracing you, and resting their forehead against yours.

"Stay here awhile," They plead to you

"As you wish," You answer, smiling

[drunckduck]

What if role swap au tho where Morfonia was chosen to be karras successor and Rita ended up as her retainer There could be SO MUCH to unpack and figure out

How would they develop differently?

Rambles under the cut

A Rita who never had to take the throne at such a young age, but also lost the position to the child of criminals? They never had to learn to raise their voice and become immoveable and unwavering

Morphonia who might just become seemingly the laziest supreme justice in all history. Her poor retainer seems severely overworked, but secretly she's always pulling all nighters and leaving the easier cases to Rita which lead to her looking like she's slacking off during the day

Kingoh loves playing with the ideas of image presented vs reality and loves contrasting themes so I feel a lazy seeming but secretly hardworking and caring judge would very much fit into this dynamic

[5ivebyfive]

whumptober day 17:  ��You’re the lump in my throat and the knot in my chest.” fandom: power rangers 2017 (trimberly) plot: save kim, save the world title: leave while i'm not looking (part one, part two, part three, conclusion:)

Rita stood inches from Kim having taken down the power chain around Kim’s neck so she could talk. Face to face, Rita sneered at her. “You’re going to bring me your Yellow Ranger,” she said, her disgusting breath coating Kim’s face. Kim glared.

“I’m not bringing you anyone.” She didn’t know what Rita wanted with the Aisha, but she wasn’t about to find out.

“You will if you value your life,” Rita said. She slammed her staff into the ground. “She and I have…unfinished business.” And in that moment, Kim realized she meant Trini. Rita had an obsession with Trini, always trying to kill her whenever she came back. She didn’t exactly know why, and Trini barely told her what happened the times she and Rita were alone.

“You can kill me before I do that,” Kim growled protectively. 

“Or maybe I’ll just torture you instead. Until you lead your girlfriend to me.” Rita eyed Kim’s stony face. Kim wasn’t going to let her surprise show. How did Rita know Trini was her girlfriend? “You see,” Rita went on. “I want to see what lengths she’ll go to, to get you back.”

“She won’t, because I won’t let her,” Kim said.

“Let her?” Rita laughed a cold laugh. “Oh, dear Pink. She won’t be able to resist! And you’ll bring her here. You’ll tell her where you are and she’ll come for you. And I will kill her!”

“Oh, dear Rita,” Kim said in a sugary tone. “I’m insulted.” Her tone changed to grim and determined. “Do you really think I’m that stupid?” She brought her knees up and kicked Rita’s feet out from under her. Rita went down hard, but in an instant she flew back up.

“You’re willing to die for her?” Rita asked, clearly not getting it. “But, I killed my Yellow Ranger. It was fun. I never felt more powerful!”

“Yeah,” Kim said thickly. “I’ll die for her. So go ahead and kill me.”

“That’s not how the plan goes!” Rita roared. She whipped her staff and sent an electrical current through Kim’s body. Kim screamed in pain. It felt like her body was giving up on her and Rita wasn’t letting up.

“Fuck…you!” Kim cried.

“I want the old Yellow Ranger!” Rita shouted. Kim could barely think with the power running through her. She yanked at her chains trying to get free, but it hurt. She knew she had already broken the skin around her wrists. There was dried blood running down her arms. The power was so painful and unwavering, and eventually she passed out while thinking that she really was going to die at Rita’s hand, and never see Trini again.

But Kim came around again, and she was alone. For a moment, she thought she was dead, feeling hazy and out of it. Then she felt the tremors in her body and the pain and she knew she wasn’t. She rolled her head to stretch her neck and kicked her feet to get the energy out of her body. It didn’t work. She could still feel the aftershocks. They felt like they’d never stop zapping through her body.

God, she was drained. She was tired. She didn’t know how long she had been trapped there, but she had to guess at least 24 hours. She was desperately hungry. Rita wasn’t feeding her anything. She tried not to think about the pangs of hunger and took a deep breath. She closed her eyes and attempted to go through her conversation with Rita. How did Rita know that Trini wasn’t a Power Ranger anymore? She didn’t know. It was scary, really. It tortured her that Rita was still gunning for Trini. She truly didn’t understand Rita’s obsession with her. It wasn’t going to go away. Not until they got rid of Rita for good. But Kim could protect Trini with everything she had. She wouldn’t lure Trini to Rita, that wasn’t an option. How would the other Rangers even find her? If Rita had her communicator with its GPS they could, but Kim had no idea if Rita still had it. If she did, wouldn’t they be there by then?

What else could she do? She had to think. She missed having Billy on the team. He could do so much. He would be able to find her, wouldn’t he? He had so many gadgets and computers and…then something occurred to her. An idea. She took another breath and dipped her head. It could kill her. If it was a mistake, Rita would kill her. If Rita figured her out, she would kill her. She didn’t want that, obviously. She desperately wanted to live and live with Trini. “I love you, Trini,” Kim whispered to herself. She had to hope Trini felt it, knew it, because she couldn’t stand dying without Trini knowing that she loved her. That everything she did was for Trini. For the world, sure, but a world for Trini. If she got out of there, she had to keep being a Ranger. Always. To protect Trini from Rita. 

But she was tired. Maybe…maybe it was time. If it was going to ruin her relationship…maybe it was time.

She shook the thoughts away and looked up. “Rita!!” She yelled at the top of her lungs. Rita hadn’t muted her again. “Rita! Get your ugly, evil, hag self out here!!” She rattled her chains to make as much noise as she could. She repeatedly called Rita’s name, called her names, and kept doing it. She wasn’t going to stop until Rita came.

Finally, when she didn’t think she could scream anymore, Rita walked in. Kim stared at her. She hated Rita so much. She wanted to kill Rita. But she had to get out of her chains first. “I’ll tell her to come,” she said. “Just let me down.”

“You’ll stay,” Rita said. She walked up to Kim and produced a cell phone. “I believe you humans use this to communicate.” She had a disgusted look on her face and held it like it was a rat.

“Yes! Yes, I’ll call her,” Kim said, nodding. “But I need a free hand.”

“Why?”

“Because. I need a hand to operate that and call her.”

“Very. Well,” Rita said through gritted teeth. She aimed her staff at one of the cuffs and blasted it open. Kim brought it down and felt the blood start to rush down it. She looked at it and it was ugly. Her skin was broken and raw and bleeding still. She ignored it and held her hand out. She was glad that she made it a priority to memorize the Ranger’s phone numbers while they were together just in case. She took the phone from Rita and looked down at it. 

“Okay,” Kim said. “I just…have to press some buttons and it’ll connect to her, okay?” Rita nodded, but looked impatient. 

“Tell her…” Rita leaned into Kim’s ear to whisper a riddle. She supposed it was meant to tell Trini where she was, but Kim couldn’t piece it together in her state. She nodded. She quickly dialed a number and listened to it ring.

“Hello?” Billy’s voice echoed through the line.

“Trini, it’s me,” Kim said.

“Kim..this is Billy, not Trini.”

“I know, baby,” Kim replied, as though she were talking to Trini. “But I need you to come get me.”

“What’s going on?” Billy asked uncertainly. “Kim, Trini isn’t here. And I’m not your baby.”

“I know, it’s okay. I’m okay. But…Rita has a message for you.”

“Rita? Rita’s there?” He sounded worried. “Do you want me to call Trini? What can we do? We don’t have powers.”

“Yes,” Kim said. “Come get me.” She rattled off the riddle to Billy. “Everything will be okay, I promise. You’ll find out where I am. Just track me.”

“It doesn’t sound like everything is okay,” Billy said. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

“That’s right, you got it,” Kim said. Rita suddenly ripped the phone from Kim and threw it on the floor and blasted it with her staff. 

“That’s enough! Is she coming?”

“She is,” KIm said with a nod. “And she’s pissed.” Rita laughed.

“What can she do to me?? She has no powers.”

“What makes you think that?” Kim asked.

“There’s a different Yellow Ranger. Do you think I don’t know her fighting style? Do you think I can’t tell?”

“Well, I never took you for the brightest crayon in the box,” Kim shot at her.

“I don’t know what that means, but I do know I can get your Yellow. And it will all be your fault. I will make sure she knows that before I kill her,” growled Rita. 

“She’ll know it isn’t my fault,” Kim said. “She trusts me.”

“But you are leading her to her death!”

“Maybe,” Kim said, knowing that Trini wouldn’t come. “But you’ll have to kill me, too.”

“That can be arranged!”

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Trini groggily awoke on the couch. She blinked and looked around. Tommy was asleep in the armchair beside her. It all came back to her. Kim. Kim was gone. She groaned and held her aching head. Her phone rang. She wasn’t going to answer it, but it was BIlly and she couldn’t ignore him.

“Hello?”

“Trini? I got a very odd phone call from Kim.” Trini sat up quickly.

“You heard from Kim?!”

“Yes? She thought I was you. Why would she think that?”

“I…I don’t know,” Trini admitted. “What did she say?”

“She said she was okay, but that she’s with Rita. Why is she with Rita?”

“Because,” Trini said. “Rita kidnapped her.”

“Oh,” he said. Then, “That’s not good.”

“What else did she say?”

“She said you would know where she is. That you should track her,” Billy said. He then repeated the riddle to Trini. “She said that was from Rita.”

“Of course,” Trini huffed. She was sick of Rita’s riddles. She closed her eyes and thought. Track…meant something, right? “Oh! Billy! You can track her! Right? Can you track the phone that call came from?”

“I think I can,” Billy said. “Do you know what the riddle means?”

“No, I have to think about it. But if you can track her then we’ll know exactly where she is and the Power Rangers can find her.” She was getting excited. It felt like hope. Her girl was so smart. 

“Let me see what I can do,” Billy said. “I’ll call you back.”

Trini called Kat to tell her the riddle and let her know that Billy was working on tracking the phone to find Kim’s location. Kat told her to keep her up to date. Trini hung up and got to her feet to go back to pacing. This time though she was pacing in anticipation. It had to work, right? Billy would find her? Yes, Billy could do anything. She trusted in him.

Tommy woke up and looked at Trini. “You okay?” Trini whipped around to her.

“Kim called Billy! He’s tracking the phone now.”

“What?”

“Kim called Billy, I guess she was saying it was me? I don’t know. But she called and he’s gonna track the phone that called him.”

“Why would Rita let Kim call when she can be tracked?”

“Because Rita’s an idiot and doesn’t know anything about phones! It doesn’t matter.” Trini shook her head, and she was overexcited. “We’re going to find her!”

“Okay…okay,” Tommy said. She sat upright. “But…let’s wait until we know if Billy has found her, okay? I don’t want you to be disappointed if he can’t.”

“He will,” Trini said emphatically. It was half an hour  later when her phone rang. “Billy! What’d you find?!”

“Well. Nothing at first .The phone Kim called from is offline, but I was able to triangulate it anyway. They’re at the old train depot, the one that is abandoned,” Billy said.

“Oh god. Thank you! Thank you, Billy. You’re the absolute best.”

“You’re welcome. Let me know when Kim comes home, okay?”

“I will.” She hung up and immediately called Kat and told her what Billy had found. She hung up again and looked up at Tommy. “They’re going to get her.” She sat down because she was trembling too hard. “I wish I could go with them.”

“I know,” Tommy said, sitting beside her. “But we have to wait.” Trini let out a derisive laugh.

“Like it’s that easy.”

“Maybe we can distract you,” Tommy said. “I bet Kim will be hungry when she comes home.”

“Right!” Trini jumped up. “I’ll make her dinner. She’s been gone for two days…she has to have eaten something.”

“Yeah, but she loves your food.”

“Right.” Trini nodded. She went into the kitchen and started preparing food.

.

Kim was still alone. Her head was hung and she felt defeated. It had been such a long time since she had spoken to Billy, and she was worried he didn’t get what she was suggesting. Maybe they’d never come to her. Would Rita kill her? Would she die of starvation? She knew there was nothing she could do either way, so she started thinking about all of her memories with Trini. The good ones, the bad ones, and the painful ones. But she kept circling back to the good ones. 

The thoughts and the weariness began to lull Kim to sleep. It was one of those weird stages of sleep where she was both awake and asleep. It was the only kind of sleep she had gotten while she was there. And it was broken, loudly, by the door crashing open. She startled and looked up in time to see a Red and Black Ranger busting in. They ran to her. Her heart soared. Tears hit her cheeks. 

“Get me down,” she begged. “Please.”

“We’re coming,” Rocky said, and they both retracted their visors so she could see their faces.. He and Adam rushed over and examined the cuffs around Kim’s wrists. 

“I can’t break out,” Kim said. “She did something to me. I don’t have my powers.”

“Just…hold on,” Rocky said. He yanked at the chains, but nothing happened. Adam grabbed onto one of the chains and looked at Rocky.

“On three.” Rocky nodded. “One, two, three!” And they both pulled as hard as they could. The chains broke and Kim fell to her feet. Her legs were unstable and asleep and she couldn’t get up. They both helped her to her feet and held onto her from either side. She still had the cuffs around her wrists and she tried to break out of them again, her wrists in pain. Rocky pulled something out of his pocket. It looked like a silver stone. 

“What is that?” She asked.

“Zordon gave it to us. It busts whatever it’s connected to,” said Rocky. “Hold your hands out.” Kim did. Rocky set the rock to one of the cuffs, and moments later the cuff broke open. He did the same to the other wrist, and she was free. Her wrists looked terrible, but she ignored them.

“What’s happening?” She asked.

“Kat and Aisha are fighting Rita. We have to get back to them,” Adam said. They both put their visors back down. They walked her up the steps into the main part of the depot then took her outside and sat her on the curb. 

“You need to stay here,” Rocky told her. “Will you be okay?”

“No! I want to fight!”

“You’re in no shape for that,” Adam said. “Just sit here, okay?”

“I can’t! This is personal! She wanted to kill me, and Trini!”

“Kim, you can’t even stand,” Adam pointed out softly. “Just wait for us. We’ll kill her once and for all.”

“Fine,” she said, exhausted. She wrapped her arms around her knees and dropped her head to the top of them. She wanted to call Trini, but she didn’t know where her phone was, and she knew the others didn’t have their phones on them. So she waited. She wanted to get up and walk home, but she knew she couldn’t on her own. 

God. She was alive. They found her. She could go home soon. Home to Trini. Trini, who possibly wasn’t her girlfriend anymore. No. She wouldn’t let that happen. They weren’t taking a break. She couldn’t bear it after all she went through. She sniffled, trying not to cry in relief, and waited.

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Dinner was prepared and it was keeping warm in the oven. Trini was pacing again. She kept checking the time on her phone. Surely they had to have Kim by now. Why wasn’t Kim calling her?! She hoped hard that Kim wasn’t being stupid and fighting with the others. She couldn’t think about it. She knew Kim had to be too messed up to fight Rita. But she also knew Kim was stubborn as hell and would want to. Trini scratched her head and let out a frustrated growl.

She continued pacing around the house. She ended up in their bedroom and looked around. She didn’t want anything to change. She didn’t want to switch rooms with Tommy. She wanted Kim home in her arms and she wanted to forget all about taking a break. She would take Kim in any way she was. 

What felt like hours later, and possibly was, Trini was laying on the bed staring at the ceiling. She didn’t hear the door open, but she heard Tommy shout, “Kim!” Trini was up and out of that room in a flash. She ran to the front door and found Kim with Kat and Adam propping her up.

“Oh god, oh god,” Trini said, moving close to them. “Kim…” Her eyes welled up at the sight of Kim. She was dirty and sweaty. She looked like she could barely stand on her own two legs and Trini saw that Kim’s wrists were cut and bloody. She also smelled like urine.  “Kim.” She wrapped her arms around her and hugged her gently as though Kim would break if she hugged her as tight as she wanted to. “I was so scared,” she whispered against Kim’s ear.

“I’m home, baby,” Kim said softly. She leaned into Trini and Trini took her weight.

“She’s okay,” Kat said. “She just needs some time to repair herself.” Trini nodded, but just kept holding onto Kim.

“We’ll let her tell you everything,” Adam said. “We don’t need to be here.”

“Thank you,” Trini told them, not moving. “Thank you for bringing her home.”

“Always,” Kat said. They both patted Kim’s arms and told her to be well, and they were gone a moment later. Trini pulled back and looked Kim over.

“What do you need?” She asked. “There’s food…you can sleep…you can take a bath…just tell me what you need.” Kim tightened her arms around Trini and rested her head on Trini's shoulder, but she didn’t say anything. Trini held her a while longer and Tommy left the room to give them privacy. Trini pulled back a bit to look at Kim’s wrists. The sight hurt her heart. “We need to clean those up.” She made a decision and pulled Kim slightly. “Come on. Have a bath first.” Kim nodded and Trini took her weight again and walked her to the bathroom in their bedroom. She sat Kim down on the closed toilet seat and turned to the tub to fill it up. Once it was full enough she helped Kim undress and threw her clothes into the corner. She was going to throw them out. Kim didn’t need to wear that outfit again.

“Come on,” Trini said gently. “Step in.” Kim got into the tub and sank into it. “That’s good.” Trini left her for a moment to grab a washcloth then sat back down beside the tub. “Just relax, Princess.” And at that, maybe at the nickname, Kim started to cry silently. Trini reached out to brush Kim’s hair back, but Kim flinched and pulled away. “It’s okay,” Trini cooed. “It’s just me.” She waited and watched Kim. Kim leaned closer to her and Trini did it again, this time actually brushing her hair back. “It’s okay…just…cry. I’ve got you.” Kim reached up for Trini’s hand and held it between her own two. Tightly. “That’s right,” Trini went on. “I’m here.” Her free hand moved up to wipe away Kim’s tears. “When you’re ready we’ll wash all of this away, okay?” Kim nodded. She was crying harder and sniffling and her nose was running down her face, but Trini didn’t care. She was still beautiful.

After a long while, Kim wiped the back of her hand over her face. She flinched when her wrist grazed the hot water. Trini lifted her wrist up. “We have to clean these.”

“Just…get this stink off of me,” Kim said finally, her voice weak. “Please.”

“Okay,” Trini nodded. She picked up the bottle of soap and put some on the washcloth before starting to run it up and down Kim’s arms, avoiding her wrists for the time being. “Here we go,” she said softly. Kim nodded. Trini moved the washcloth to Kim’s neck and shoulders, then had her lean forward so she could get her back. Trini rinsed the washcloth in the tub, which was already filled with dirty water. She noticed this and sighed. “I’m gonna empty the tub and refill it, okay?”

“Okay,” Kim said. Trini pulled the plug on the drain and watched all the water circle out of the tub. When it was empty she turned on the faucet and started to run the bath again. While it was filling she took a cup from the bathroom counter and filled it with water. She brought it to kim and raised it to her lips. Kim drank greedily. She drank all of it, and Trini set the cup down. Kim took Trini’s hand again. “Make it hotter,” Kim begged.

“Sure.” Trini turned the knob to make the water hotter and waited.

“Hotter.”

“I don’t want to burn you,” Trini said gently. “I think this is hot enough.”

“It’s not,” Kim said, shaking her head, her voice wobbly. “It has to be hotter. I need it hotter.”

“Only a bit,” Trini said. She made it a little hotter and watched the steam rise. “Is it okay?”

“Hotter.”

“No.” Trini shook her head. “This is okay. You’re okay.”

“It’s all over me,” Kim whined. “Get it off.”

“I know, I know, Princess. But you’ll be okay. I’ve got you.” Kim finally nodded in agreement and closed her eyes. Trini put more soap on the washcloth and began cleaning Kim’s stomach and thighs. She wiped all the way down Kim’s legs and had to scrub at the dirt a little. “Good job,” Trini murmured. “Close your eyes.” Kim quickly shook her head. “It’ll be okay,” Trini assured her. “I just wanna clean your face.” Kim’s face was covered in dirt, dried snot, and dried tears.

“Don’t go,” Kim pleaded.

“I won’t go anywhere. Come on.” Trini waited. Kim looked at her for a long time then reached for Trini’s spare hand and squeezed it tightly. She closed her eyes. Trini gently cleaned Kim’s face and pulled back. “Okay, all done.” Kim’s eyes opened and she sniffed. “Lean back into the water to rinse off.” 

.

Kim nodded at Trini’s command. It took a moment, but she sunk under the water and let the soap melt off of her. She held her breath and didn’t move. It was good down there. Quiet, warm, and safe. She didn’t want to come up. It was too hard. She didn’t realize how traumatizing the whole thing was until she got out of it. She was terrified. Even with Trini right beside her, taking care of her, she was scared. She didn’t like closing her eyes so they were open under the water and burning from the soapy water. She didn’t care. She didn’t move. Until she absolutely had to breathe. She popped back up with a gasp.

“Good?” Trini asked. 

“I guess,” Kim said. She didn’t know how she would be good. Maybe ever. It felt hopeless at the moment. But…it felt so good to have Trini  there. From the moment Trini put her arms around her, Kim melted. It was all she had thought about for two days, and it felt so good. Even now, she needed to hold Trini’s hand and feel connected to her. She hated being clingy, but she couldn’t help it. She needed to cling to Trini. In fact, she wanted to get out of the tub and just lay in bed with Trini holding her. “Can we stop?” She asked, looking up at Trini from beneath her dark lashes.

“Yeah, we can.” Trini got to her feet and grabbed a towel to hold out for Kim. She used one hand to pull Kim up and help her out of the tub, leaning against Trini and getting her wet. Trini didn’t care. She wrapped the towel around her. “We still have to clean your wrists and wrap them up.” Kim nodded again.

“Okay,” she said. Trini helped her move back to the toilet to sit down. Then Trini bent down to grab supplies out from under the sink. She came back and took hold of one of Kim’s wrists. Kim felt…ashamed. She didn’t know why. She wanted to pull her arm back and hide her wrists from Trini, but she knew they had to be cared for. She closed her eyes and let Trini work. She flinched at the burn of antiseptic and whimpered at the gauze wrapped around her wrist. She felt Trini kiss her wrist gently after wrapping it and before moving onto the other. When Kim was all bandaged up and dry, Trini took her out to set her on the bed. She got some pajamas for Kim and helped her put them on. Trini looked up at her.

“Do you want to eat? Are you hungry?”

“I’m hungry but…I just want to stay in here for now.”

“Okay,” Trini said. “Do you wanna lay down?” Kim nodded. It was exactly what she wanted. Trini pulled the blankets down and Kim crawled between them and rested her head on her pillow. Trini stripped down to her underwear and shirt and climbed into bed beside her. “You good?” She whispered.

“Yeah…just…” She patted her back. Trini got the idea, because she slipped down and curled herself to Kim’s back and held onto her. She tightened her grip and kissed the back of Kim’s neck. Usually, they laid the other way around, but Kim needed it.

“I’ve got you,” Trini said again, softly. “I’ve got you, Princess. I’ve got you.”

“Hold me tighter,” Kim said, her voice breaking. “Hold me as tight as you can.” Hot tears spilled down her cheeks again. Trini held her with a hard grip and made soothing sounds in her ear. Kim tried to relax. She couldn’t. She still felt on edge. Terribly so. It felt like any minute she’d wake up in that basement again with Rita, and Trini wouldn’t be there. She cried harder, knowing that she was ugly crying and she didn’t care. She was too tired to care.

“I love you so much,” Trini whispered. “I’m sorry we fought. I’m sorry I was a bitch. I just want you, okay? Always.” Kim wanted to tell Trini that she wasn’t a bitch, that she had been right, but she couldn’t form words. She just wrapped her arms around Trini’s and pushed back against her. “Get some sleep, Princess. I’ve got you.” Kim nodded, still unable to speak. She wanted to say she loved Trini, too. That Trini was her light and her world in the dark place she was in. She wanted to tell Trini how she had been taken back to the ship and how she had given Zordon her coin. How she had done it for herself, sure, but also for Trini. But everything hurt too much. She’d tell her in the morning. She’d tell Trini she was done, that she was ready for the rest of their lives, and that she wanted to marry Trini. Not one day, but soon.

After a little while, Kim rolled over in Trini’s arms to face her. Trini stared into her eyes and they were quiet for a long time. Then Kim leaned in and kissed Trini. It was long and slow, and Kim savored it. “Baby, please touch me,” she said when they parted.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Trini said. “You’re still weak and hurting.”

“No. I can take it. Just touch me. Please.” Kim wanted to be connected to Trini in the best way they know how.

“Kim…”

“Trini, I need it,” Kim begged. “I need to be close to you. I need to feel good. Please.” Trini was quiet for a while before she moved up over Kim, but not laying on her. She gently tugged Kim’s pajama pants down her legs and leaned down to kiss her again. Kim kissed her back and reached up to hold Trini’s face, keeping her close. When they broke, Kim kept hold of Trini’s face.

“I love you,” she said, realizing she hadn’t said it yet. But she needed Trini to know. She needed Trini to know it forever.

“I know. I love you, too,” Trini whispered. “Just relax, okay?” Kim nodded and kissed Trini again. Trini reached between Kim’s legs. It was slow and gentle, and Trini treated her like she was porcelain. But she helped Kim and eased her through an orgasm. Kim melted into the bed after and groaned in pleasure. 

“Thank you,” she murmured.

“You’re welcome,” Trini said. “You’re always welcome.” She wrapped her arms around Kim again and held her close. “I was so scared,” Trini admitted.

“I’m sorry.”

“It wasn’t your fault. Not at all,” Trini said. She kissed Kim’s cheek and kept her lips pressed there. “I’m so glad you’re home.” Kim nodded. She didn’t want to talk anymore. She closed her eyes and leaned into Trini. 

She wanted to talk, she wanted to tell Trini everything, but there would be time for that. There would be time for everything. It was only the beginning of the rest of their lives.

[meganechan05]

Running Kings from P-Bandai

[ala-baguette]

Somewhere She Could Not Follow

POV Hermione Granger

DH: Harry is lost in Voldemort's mind, and Hermione is on her own.

3.4k words; Originally posted on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/34993156

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Hermione’s arms tightened around herself subconsciously as she listened to the creaking of the steps as Harry and Bathilda Bagshot retreated upstairs.  She didn’t like this.  She didn’t like it one bit.   Harry seemed confident and unwavering.  It was both admirable and infuriating when he was like that.  Either it would lead to him doing something incredible or lead to him getting himself killed.  She was never sure which. Splitting up seemed like an absolutely terrible idea.  She wished Ron was here, if only so she wouldn’t have to wait alone.  She wondered where he was now.  If he had made it home safe.  Then she reminded herself that he had left them.  Left her.  He had made that choice.  He didn’t deserve to have her worrying about him. Still… she wished she didn’t have to wait alone.

She took in a deep breath and let it out, rubbing her hand up and down her arm, more to comfort herself than because of the cold.  But it was cold in this house.  Cold and dark and dusty and dank.  And dear God, what was that smell anyway?  It reminded her of raw meat tossed in the bin with rubbish pickup still days away. Her eyes roved around the room and fell on the bookcase.  She moved over to it, partially in the hopes of seeing something useful, but mostly because she invariably found comfort and distraction in books.  A part of her mind registered the sounds of Harry and Bathilda entering a room upstairs and a door closing behind them.  No, she didn’t like this at all. Her eyes roved around the books on the bookcase.  Most were old history texts.  Like everything in the house, the books were coated in dust.   All save one.  This one was not stashed away neatly upright like the rest.  This one was lying out flat.  As though it had been recently acquired and was still waiting to be perused.  Hermione reached out and picked it up.  She recognised it immediately.  The Life and Lies of Albus Dumbledore, by Rita Skeeter. The binding of the book was un-cracked.  Hermione doubted Bathilda had even bothered to open it once.  The glossy clean cover was a stark contrast to everything else in the shabby interior of the house.  She ran her fingers over the cover thoughtfully.  Then Hermione’s eyes fell on a note sticking out the top.  She slipped the piece of parchment out curiously.  It was a neat rectangular sheet of paper emblazoned with spiky, acid-green writing.

Dear Batty,

Thanks for your help.  Here’s a copy of the book, hope you like it.  You said everything, even if you don’t remember it.

Rita

Hermione felt her face screw up in disgust.  God, but she hated that woman.  What manipulations had Rita Skeeter done to this poor old woman’s mind, all to write a book aimed at defaming someone who had always strived to do good?  Strived to help Harry. Before she could even begin to speculate, her eyes jerked up to the ceiling.  A dull thump had just sounded above her, then a clatter as something small and wooden— a pencil perhaps?— fell and rolled away across the floor.  She frowned, uncertain, tucking the parchment back into the book. Then there was a crash of something shattering and another sound as though a body falling hard to the ground.   “Harry?” she called, alarmed.  The only answer she got was another thunk. Something was wrong.  Something was very very wrong. Panic was flooding her brain as she flew to the stairs, the book still tucked forgotten under her arm.  On the first floor landing, her feet skidded, and she almost pitched into the banister as she took a sharp turn to the right in the direction of the commotion.  She blasted open the door without a moment’s thought.  And then her eyes widened in abject horror. The bedroom was dark, but the light from the landing cut a sharp streak across the wood floors.  And across Harry.  He was on the ground, his fingers desperately grappling with a gigantic snake which was coiled around his chest, crushing the air from his lungs. “Relashio!” Hermione cried.  The snake was blasted off of Harry.  Harry sat up, gasping for breath.  But Hermione couldn’t reach him.  For, between them, she had suddenly found herself face-to-face with an exceedingly angry snake.  It reared back to strike at her. Hermione raised her wand, but the snake was too fast.  She shrieked and dove out of the way of its striking fangs just in time.  She had tried to get off another curse, but it rebounded and hit the window with a shattering of glass. She landed wrong and jarred her shoulder against the dresser.  Gasping in pain, she cowered against the wall as the snake writhed and swayed, trying to pick out its next target.  Harry was grappling for his wand off the floor.  Hermione looked around for Bathilda to be sure she was alright, but she was nowhere to be seen. The snake was preparing to strike again.  Hermione shot off a knockback jinx and it went flying across the room in a flash of red light, clearing a path to Harry.  The snake fell in a heap, hissing wildly in fury.  They had to go.  She had to get to Harry. But a terror was filling her heart too completely for her to manage to move to him.  Because in that moment, Harry was shouting “He’s coming!  Hermione, he’s coming!”  And she knew who he meant. The snake was flailing everywhere, smashing shelves from the wall.   Hermione ducked and shielded her face as splintered china flew in her direction.  Harry was diving over the bed in her direction.  Oh, God.  He’s coming. Harry grasped her injured arm and yanked her to her feet.  She yelped as he pulled her across the bed, but the pain served to wake her from the panic that was fogging her brain.   The snake was lunging at them again. “Confringo!” Hermione cried.  But there must have been some sort of protective enchantment on the snake, because again her spell was ricocheting around the room.  It exploded the wardrobe mirror and sparks flew back toward them, narrowly missing her. And then he was there.  She saw him sweeping into the room, tall and cloaked, long white hands drawing a wand.  Hermione screamed in terror. But Harry was already diving out the broken window, heedless of broken glass slicing across fragile skin.  And he was dragging her along with him. And as she Disapparated, clutching onto Harry as though their lives depended upon it (because indeed they did).  Hermione heard the cloaked figure behind them screaming with fury.

  The screams warped into strange sounds as they Apparated.  And then Hermione felt her knees make hard contact with the ground.  She fell to all fours, gasping— struggling to catch her breath and trembling all over.  Voldemort’s furious screams were echoing terribly inside her head. She forced herself to sit up and take stock of where they were.  And she could have cried with relief as her eyes fell on a familiar tent. “Harry,” she gasped.  “Harry, we made it.  We’re home.” But something was wrong.  Voldemort’s screams were still sounding.  It was not just in her head.  It was here.   And Hermione felt her eyes widen in horror.  He had followed them!  She whipped around, panic filling her heart once again. But it was not Voldemort screaming behind her.  It was Harry.  The Polyjuice Potion was wearing off and her friend was lying there, staring at the sky and screaming. “Harry!” she gasped diving for him.  He was hurt.  There was blood everywhere.  But as the scream died on Harry’s lips, she realised something else was wrong. That had not been a scream of pain.  That had been a scream of fury.  Of frustration.  Of murder.  And never before had she heard such a sound from Harry’s lips. She froze, staring down at her friend.  Blood and some strange foam were oozing from what appeared to be a bite wound from the snake on Harry’s arm.  Numerous shallow cuts covered his face and clothing from the glass of the window.  But it was not his injuries which were giving her pause.  It was his face. He was staring up blankly at the sky, but she felt sure he did not see it.  He was drawing deep breaths in through his nose as though filled with rage.  And then he began to speak.  And the voice that came from his lips was not Harry’s.  And yet it was. “Yes.  Run away, little child.  I could kill you.  One simple movement and you would never reach your mother.  But unnecessary.  Quite unnecessary.” “Ha—Harry…?” Hermione stammered. She had never heard anything like this voice.  It was Harry’s voice.   But it was not.  It was twisted and cruel and nothing like Harry’s.  And yet it was his.  And it was filling her with a fear such as she had never felt.  It was a different kind of fear than she had experienced back in the house with the snake.  There was nothing she could compare this terror to. “I can see the house.”  A cruel smile curled up Harry’s lips.  “At last.  The Fidelius Charm is broken.  They haven’t even drawn the curtains.  Such fools to place their trust in love and friendship,” he laughed to himself. “Harry!”  There was pleading in her voice as she called to him.  “Harry, what are you talking about?  There’s no house.  No Fidelius.  Harry!” But he was silent, staring up at the sky, his eyes narrowed as he studied something that she could not see. He was quiet long enough that she began to think that maybe he was coming out of it.  She crawled closer.  But then he spoke again in not-Harry’s voice.  “Yes.  Share your final game with your brat, James Potter.  Send him off to bed and bid him sleep well.  For he will not wake to see the sun again.  Neither of you will.” Every muscle in her body was shaking uncontrollably.  Tears were freely flowing down her cheeks, but she could not be bothered to brush them away.  “Ha-Harry.  Harry, please come back.  Wake up.”  She reached out a trembling hand to grip his shoulder, shaking it hard.  She almost couldn’t bring herself to touch him.  But this was Harry.  Somewhere in there, this was Harry! His response was to laugh.  A high-pitched terrible piercing laugh that made her blood run cold.  “You plan to hold me off without a wand it your hand?  What a fool.”  And then he drew in a deep breath, still smiling and cried, “Avada Kedavra!” Hermione yelped and jumped to her feet as green sparks shot from his wand.  But the sparks were feeble and stuttering. Her eyes flew to his wand hand in alarm.  And then she saw it.  His hand was clutching the handle to his wand, but the wand was snapped in two, the pieces held together by nothing more than a flimsy strand of phoenix feather. Hermione pointed a shaking wand at him. “Ex—Expelliarmus.”  And the broken wand flew up into her hand.  She spared it a brief glance before pocketing it.  The broken wand was dreadful.  But what was one more drop of dread in the sea of dread in which she was already drowning? “Harry!” she called.  More forcefully this time.  “Harry, this isn’t you!  Come back!  Wake up.  You’re Harry Potter.  Wake up!” She had seen him lost in visions before, of course.  But this… this was different.  She briefly wondered if she should slap his face to jar him awake.  But again she found she didn’t want to touch him.  He revolted her. “How stupid you all are.  How trusting.  To think that safety lies in friends.  To think that weapons can be discarded.  To think that a few boxes blocking a door can stop me!” Hermione stood shaking her head back and forth.  She didn’t want to hear this.  She wished she could block out his voice.  She knew what was coming and she couldn’t bear to hear him kill someone again.  Kill his mother… “Stand aside, you silly girl… Stand aside, now.” Hermione was sobbing now.  She pushed her hands over her ears, begging for him to stop.  “Harry…” she moaned. “This is my last warning—” “Don’t.  Don’t.  Please.  Harry.  Come back.” “Stand aside.  Stand aside, girl.” “You’re Harry.  You don’t have to do this.  You’re Harry.  Just wake up!” “Have it your way, then.  Avada Kadavra!” She found herself flinching as though she believed the curse might actually be flying her way.  She sank to her knees, crying. Through her tears, she studied her friend’s face.  It was Harry’s face. But the disgust twisting his expression was not his.  An expression like he was staring at the lowest most disgusting insect imaginable. “It’s crying.  I hate crying.  I never could stomach the small one’s whining…” Hermione sat there on the ground and hugged her knees to her chest.   Close, but not too close.   She felt cowardly that she could not bring herself to be closer to him.  But this wasn’t Harry.  But it was.  She rocked back and forth, trying to shut out his words.  She was afraid to touch him and afraid to leave him.  So all she could do was sit there on the frozen ground and rock back and forth, back and forth. She squeezed her eyes shut as he screamed the final curse.  The curse she had known was coming. “AVADA KADAVRA!” And then her head jerked up.  Because he was screaming again.  But this was no longer a scream of anger.  But a scream of pain.  Of agony.  Of terror.  Of torture. And to see her friend—to see Harry… even if it wasn’t Harry—to see him in pain.  Hermione sobbed as she crawled closer to him.  He disgusted her.  But she loved him.  He was Harry.  Somewhere inside he was Harry. And so she reached out a trembling hand and brushed his hair aside in what she hoped was a comforting gesture.  “It’s okay, Harry.  It’s okay.  It’s not real.” He was sweating now.  She unzipped the front of his jacket to cool him. And then her eyes fell on his neck.  A chain was poking out, just visible under his collar.  And the skin beneath looked raw and burned.   Her eyes widened.  How could she be so foolish!  How could she have forgotten? She tore open his jacket and pulled aside the neck of his T-shirt below.  She moved to yank the horcrux off him, but retracted her hand sharply with a hiss of pain when it burned her fingers.  But she could see his flesh smouldering below, red and angry.  She grasped at the chain, but this too was scorching. “Diffindo!” she cried, cutting away the chain.  Then, covering her hand with her sleeve, she grasped and tugged.  The locket came away in her hand, carrying with it a layer of burnt skin.  She gagged at the smell as she flung the horcrux aside.  It landed a few feet away, lying innocently on the cold winter ground. She turned back to Harry.  An oval of raw blistering flesh marked the spot over his heart where the horcrux had been.  She looked up into his face, blurred by tears.  “I’m sorry.  I’m sorry.  I should have thought of it sooner.” She brushed his hair back from his face as slowly his screams quieted.   His forehead was hot and a sheen of sweat was coating his face.  But slowly he looked more like Harry and less like… him.  But still he did not wake up. His eyes were closed now, no longer glaring at the sky.  He was moaning softly to himself.  “No…   No….” “Shhhh.  It’s alright, Harry.  Everything is going to be alright.”  She scrubbed the tears from her eyes.  She had to get herself together.  She had to help him. “Alright… We have to get you into the tent…”  She spoke as though expecting him to suddenly agree and get to his feet.  For a moment, she contemplated how she was going to lift him.  Then Ron’s voice floated to her from years past under the school while battling Devil’s Snare.  HAVE YOU GONE MAD?  ARE YOU A WITCH OR NOT?  Oh.  Right. “Mobilicorpus!” she sniffed.  And Harry’s body rose up into the air.  She shakily got to her feet and, holding her wand like the conductor of a symphony, she began to march Harry’s unconscious form into the tent. Her feet faltered as she came level with the horcrux.  She looked down on it with revolution.  For all the world, it looked like nothing more than a simple piece of jewellery lying forgotten in the woods.  A part of her wanted to leave it there.  Let the forest reclaim it.  But swallowing, she reached down, her hand again covered with her sleeve, picked it up, and slipped it into her bag. It was tricky manoeuvring him into the bunk, especially while she was shaking.  But she managed it on the third try.  He was so covered in bruises and cuts, she figured he never needed to know if one or two of them were from her banging him into the bedposts. When at last he was situated, she tucked him under the covers.  Then as an afterthought, pulled the blanket from the top bunk down to pile it on top of him too.  Then she turned to his injuries. She pulled out her beaded bag.  “Accio antiseptic,” she whispered, pointing her wand into the bag.   And a small purple vial flew into her hand.  She poured a generous amount onto a cloth and set about cleaning the bite to his forearm.  The potion smoked as it made contact with his skin.  Then she cleaned the burn on his chest.  Then the cuts from the glass across his cheek. “No… Noooo…” Harry moaned as she worked, quite oblivious to her administrations. “Accio dittany,” she commanded her bag again.   Then she tipped some of the contents of this vial onto the snake bite.  She watched as the skin knit itself back together neatly.  She did the same to the burn on his chest.  It relieved the blisters, but the skin was still red and smooth and raw.  Not even dittany was a match for a horcrux it would seem.  It was sure to scar. Hermione looked up into Harry’s face then.  She felt his forehead again.  He felt feverish.  Summoning a fresh washcloth and a basin of water, she mopped his brow.  He moaned. “It’s alright.  It’s alright Harry.  You’re safe.  Come back,” she whispered.  He had never been out this long.  Never had one of his visions been like this.  And it terrified her. It was so quiet.  She sat in their tent in the woods, far removed from all civilisation.  Not another living soul was near.  It was just her and Harry.  There was no sound to be heard but his ragged breathing and occasional moans and sighs.  It was just her and Harry. But no.  He wasn’t there.  Not really.  He had left her as assuredly as Ron had.  She was alone.  She was so alone. And she sat there, mopping his brow, holding his hand.  And the minutes ticked by.  And then hours.  And with every hour, every minute, every second, every ragged breath, her fear increased. What if he didn’t come back?  What if he was gone? He was her best friend.  For years, she had followed him.  Anywhere and everywhere he cared to go, she had followed him.  She had stayed by his side.  She would have continued to follow him to the ends of the Earth. But what if he went somewhere she could not follow?  What would she do then?  What would she do if he left her behind? “Harry…  Harry, come back.  Please come back.  Don’t leave me here alone… Don’t leave me behind…  Come back.” “No…” he moaned, stirring.  His eyes fluttered for the first time since they had been outside, and he had stared at the sky.  She sat up straighter. “Harry?” “No…” “Harry, it’s all right, you’re all right!” “No… I dropped it… I dropped it…” “Harry, it’s okay, wake up wake up!” Please don’t leave me behind.

[tsuki-sennin]

Now, for episodes 17-19 of the funny king bug sword people show!

Uhhhh... Racules is a big meanie, there's somebody behind the Fury of the Gods, Gira is living out my fantasies with Yanma, shit's goin' DOWN!

Yeah, that's where I'm at right now, Spoilers, I guess~!

-Yanma, I wouldn't say he sold himself out, I'd wager he's about to do the biggest rugpull of all time.

-"Goddammit, Gira! At least wait for me!"

-Ohhhh, somebody's comin'.

-Daigorg!

-That's like the most Sentai villain name ever, I love it.

-Why you gotta do it, huh?

-Jeremy's gonna have some very cross words with you, Racules.

-Gira's regicidal tendencies are getting a bit much for the prez.

-Yeah he definitely gets it... he just doesn't wanna.

-Put him in the back.

-"I'm doing great, Yanma-dono~! ...can't say the same about you though, huh?"

-Shifty, therefore reliable.

-Lord Kaguragi's about to have himself a naptime

-Rita, honey, you're always on top of things, huh?

-"Peace~! Yippeeeee~!"

-"I will defend our world..."

-Glory to King Racules!

-Oh hey buddy!

-Daigorg!

-Oh... must be one hell of a man.

-"Relax man, I'm here. What is it?"

-This is the guy. Daigorg, the... hoo, big beetle.

-Holy shit

-Racules, you have some serious balls to just

-Dismiss all that.

-The die is cast.

-"I see this as an absolute win~!"

-Morphonia arrives!

-...and Jeremy's in no mood to play along.

-"This is the worst plot twist I've ever read. Please put me in jail."

-RITA JLKHL>L

-I don't know why, but that got me

-Together, we'll be stronger.

-I too am a fan of Kamen Rider Dragon Knight.

-Chris my beloved

-Spiders Jeremy is back in the building!

-King Ohger!

-Oh!

-Here it all is!

-Going all the way out!

-"Now... stick to my perfect script~!"

-Um yeah, we have some notes. On page 2 she's eating peanuts, but later she's wearing a hat. Does that make sense?

-If you get that reference, I love you.

-"I am the protagonist! Me, me, me!"

-King Racules has arrived!

-"How dare you betray me?"

-Get him.

-Dawn comes with the shogun, his scarlet eye burning on his cruel, dark blue face. Amidst the rubble of N'Kosopa's concrete, Emperor Desnarak's Champion stood. Resplendent in silver armor that rings out with a dull clank every step he takes, he glares at the President and Storyteller. In his right hand, he held up a curious weapon. Not quite a scythe, not quite a pick-axe, but a freakish middleman, with what seemed to be orange fungus coating the metal just below the head. He did not move an inch when he was fired upon.

-There he is. Daigorg.

-A SONIC BOOM

-Okay!

-Oh, they're right fucked up.

-Holy shit

-Racules stopped him.

-He cursed Racules, he glared at Racules, he despised Racules with all his might. But that could never change the fact that Yanma was at the man's mercy.

-So they just left Gira there the whole time?

-Yanma...

-His ideals, unwavering even in the face of his own death.

-I see not even the people of Shugoddam are willing to turn a blind eye any longer.

-President Yanma Gast. The man Gira, King of Evil stands with.

-Get this man an IV.

-Oh hey, Racules~! That was a very good evil laugh you did there, quite impressive.

-"This kingdom is all mine! So you vanish!"

-Oh shit, upgrade time.

-"That's my boy, Gira! Masterful rigamarole! Perfect reveal!"

-Oh shit, Ohkuwagata time.

-"Back off. I'll deal with him."

-Holy shit, Racules is good.

-CROWN

-"Ohgai Busou. Glory of the founder."

-He's real shiny.

-Ohger! Crown Lance!

-That is a cool weapon.

-Is Racules seriously gonna mop the floor with this guy before he even does anything substantial.

-Oh, no, he's just gonna put Little Brother in his place.

-"The only needed for evil to triumph is for good men to do nothing. ...carrying the Bugnarok isn't something I should have to do, but..."

-Jeremist.

-They didn't show this, but there was a montage of Jeremy carrying him across the bridge with Eyes On Me from FFVIII playing in the background. Can't believe they cut that out, smh

-"I'm here to put Racules in jail."

-SELF-DEFENSE, OKAY SURE DOUGA

-"That was awesome! What's that crown thing, anyhow?"

-Kaguragi absolutely wants to wear that crown himself. ...can't blame him at all, tbh.

-"I'm outta here, see youuuuu~!"

-...Oh do you now~?

-Ahhh, left out a crucial detail. Smart.

-"Ugh... I'm gong to tell Desnarak."

-KURODA-SAN

-And their twin!

-Sneaky~!

-"This gives me absolutely horrendous hives in unspeakable areas to admit, but it is necessary for us to go outside the law for this one."

-Dyed your hair again, huh Himeno?

-Racules's cool new toy available on Premium Bandai looks nothing like the crown in the flashback. ...is this perhaps another one of his deceptions?

-If only Kaguragi were around to make things easier... well, as easier as it can get with him around.

-Nooooooo, Jeremyyyyy!

-He's having himself a Mondo Moment.

-"Oooooh~! A secret~?"

-Gira's a very guileless man at heart.

-Even Kaguragi can't help but admire.

-Instant fail sneak.

-Must be playing Extreme Mode.

-"Get his ass."

-Ah, Suzume-san.

-"I must see him driven before us."

-Playing a real Lady Macbeth.

-Kabutomushi~!

-Giiiiiiiii!

-Gii-chan has returned.

-Giiiiii~! Giiiiii~!

-Kagura-giiiiii!

-Suzume????

-Did she trick us into... helping us?

-HOW'D YOU GET IN THERE

-Kaguragi Dybowski. What japes he performs.

-He wanted to ride the cool robot.

-"How long have you tricked me...? How long have you been cheating on me!?"

-Literal chicanery.

-Gira-donoooo~!

-"King Gira! It is time for your grand coronation!"

-King! King! King! King! King!

-Rejoice, rejoice to the heavens above! Gira Husty, forgotten younger Prince of Shugoddam, ascended as the King of Evil hellbent to end the wicked justice. He has come into his own once more. He is now the great King Kuwagata Ohger!

-...which means that Racules's version was called King Ohkuwagata Ohger.

-That's like three kings in one.

-Extreme King-Ohger!

-Well, Jeremy had the right idea! Can't exactly force it, you know?

-God has descended.

-"I didn't do a damn thing! He just... did that!"

-Let's goooo!

-Oh...

-Big Brother Racules... you've truly lost your way.

-"The rules of this world mean nothing... not compared to the people in it!"

-Long Live the King.

-Racules has truly lost it all.

-Here's Jimmy.

-The Sanagim roam the streets.

-Ohhhhh

-Makin' it all official, eh?

-Kaguragi played the game far harder than anyone else.

-"The Bugnarok are your neighbors now. Deal with it."

-"Ow, my every place."

-All for the people, Yanma~! Don't take it personally, yo.

-Treaty Time.

-...incidentally, that's what Rita (allegedly reluctantly) allows Morphonia to call her taking them to McDonald's.

-Still absolutely in love with Zenryoku King, it's just so infectious.

-It's all right, you're King~!

-Awww, Kuwagon :)

-Jeremy has completely checked out.

-"I hate Racules :("

-Becoming friends?

-Suzume's gotten in over her head, it seems.

-Do something, Douga!

-It's almost pitiful seeing Racules's vassals all driven before Desnarak.

-He can hardly be considered a king, anymore. Just a beetle captured to fight for somebody else's amusement.

-Guess Racules's confidence took a hit. He effortlessly dodged Daigorg in his base form, and now he gets clocked by a single guard.

-I see the people's lives have gotten a little worse.

-Gira's home!

-Koga-neesan...

-Headpat.

-Please help us, Prince Gira!

-He's here for us...

-Peak

-Despair! Always with the prolonged suffering.

-Stand up on that green screen, beetle man!

-Throw that sword!

-Lucky~!

-THE AUDACITY OF THIS BITCH-

-"C-c'mon, man, I was just kidding~! You wouldn't hurt a little guy, would you? :3"

-Bang~!

-"Et tu, Jeremy?!"

-A taste of his own medicine.

-"Yanma!"

-Dude

-Seriously?

-Okay, that was hella worth it.

-Didn't take Mama Nephila for a prankster.

-DOVE

-Racules has well and truly lost.

-They gather~!

-International cooperation~!

-A new power forms.

-The Ohsama Sentai... King-Ohger!

-Ohgai Busou!

-King of Kings~!

-Right, no more delay~! Let's see these arthropods swarm~!

-Hehehehehhe

-"Death Penalty."

-This is the good shit right here. Just pure vibes.

-Diamond Dan has no swag.

-Immortal, invincible tyrant king!

-You are! I am! We are the we are the King Ohger~!

-A man of the people, that King Gira.

-"Okaaaaay~! Well, Desnarak-sama, I can see that we're clearly losing, how about we just ditch Diamond Dan and head-"

-Complete Combination, once more!

-Extreme King-Ohger!

-"Jeremy's got this one, don't worry."

-Six kings all at once!

-Hooray~!

-So... I suppose all that's left is to meet with Racules.

-I see Gokkan does things Hammurabi style.

-Oh!

-One final duel. It seems fitting to end things this way.

-Two Kings Enter, One King Leaves.

-That'll have to wait until next time though, hmm~? I have a lot of overdue art to reblog!

[theenchantedecho]

What are the top three chaotic pairings you could possibly think of to go on a date?

My Dearest Dabbler in Delectable Drama,

Your question arrived on my desk like a lightning bolt in a clear blue sky – daring, audacious, and oh-so-wonderfully thrilling! Such delightfully scandalous question you've presented, darling, enough to get even my quicksilver quill trembling with anticipation. The thought of the tumultuous encounters that could ensue is simply too delicious for words. Honey, you've given me a delightfully complicated puzzle to unravel, and I must say, I simply adore puzzles. Thus, with my busy mind buzzing like a hive of enchanted bees, I present to you my selection of the most intriguingly chaotic duos from our magical world.

1. Regulus Arcturus Black and Gilderoy Lockhart: Oh, just imagine the ensuing turmoil, dear! The enigmatic, tradition-bound Regulus and the ostentatious darling of the wizarding world, Lockhart. Would there be sparks, or perhaps an all-out inferno? Regulus, a symbol of old-world charm and quiet dignity, meets Gilderoy, the flamboyantly flashy storyteller extraordinaire. The tension that would rise from their starkly contrasting personalities – darling, I'm positively dizzy just thinking about it! And the drama that could stem from the interaction of Regulus's pure-blood pride with Gilderoy's fascination with the common witch and wizard! Now that would be a story worth its weight in Galleons, my dear!

2. Rolanda Hooch and Sirius Orion Black: Now, here's a pairing that's spicier than a plate of dragon chili nachos! Sirius, the prodigal son of the Black family, as wild and untamed as his namesake, and the straight-laced, eagle-eyed Quidditch mistress, Rolanda. A common passion for Quidditch might light their initial spark, but just imagine the sparks that could fly when Rolanda, with her strong principles, clashes with Sirius, the familial rebel! Add to this volatile mix the intriguing complexity of their magical heritage, and you have a deliciously chaotic cocktail that's simply too tantalising to resist!

3. Alice Lestrange and Peter Pettigrew: Finally, my pièce de résistance, darling! Imagine the beguiling contrast between the virtuous Alice Lestrange, a beacon of justice and righteousness, and the notoriously elusive Peter Pettigrew. The tension between Alice's unwavering commitment to fairness and Peter's murky past and questionable allegiances is enough to make anyone's heart flutter with anticipation. Will it be a path of redemption for our shifty Mr Pettigrew, or will his past come back to haunt him? Oh, darling, the suspense is simply too delicious to bear!

I hope my suggestions inspire captivating narratives and exhilarating twists in your upcoming social rendezvous, dear. Until then, keep your wit sharp, your imagination vibrant, and your life as bewitching as a page from one of my articles!

Yours in Scandal and Suspense,

Rita Skeeter

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To ease myself into Idol Rita, I revisited Yuzuki's debut audition. Have a clip of our unwavering sovereign at 16 winning the grand prize without any prior singing or dancing experience.

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Request: Flynn meeting a friend of Yuri and Estelle's who tells him they only trust him because those two trust him.

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Thank you for requesting!

I hope I get this right! Everytime I see Flynn I can't help but see Guy... anyway!

Tsuki's note: I made some random plot here XD I hope I am forgiven for it. I couldn't cook up much details...

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It's not like you were suspicious of people, but you know, it never hurts to be careful.

So when you first met the brave vesperia crew, it was a bit awkward. You didn't trust that much, especially Yuri and Raven. That doesn't mean you were rude! No, no, you were kind and polite, which confused Estelle when you showed a bit of hesitation in helping them.

As time went by you warmed at Estelle first, then Karol and Rita. It took a little longer to fully trust Yuri, Judith and Raven, but once you did, your trust on them was unwavering.

You trusted Yuri blindly with whatever mess he was trying to get himself on and you were ready to fight for Estelle.

Being close to them meant that eventually you met Flynn. An honorable knight, a perfect goody two shoes.

Estelle seems to have a deep trust in him and clearly seemed to be his close friend. With Yuri things seemed to be a bit more complicated - they seemed friends and trusted each other, but at the same time some sparks of conflict appeared.

Flynn seemed to try to keep things more on the calm side, a perfect opposite of Yuri.

Much like Estelle Flynn took your friendly personality as an instant friend.

During one of the times you met Flynn you guys ended up getting split up due to an attack of the "imperial knights". You stayed with Flynn and Karol, knowing that Karol could handle himself you could be extra worried because Karol was young and, well, you didn't quite trust Flynn yet.

Amidst the whole confusion, Flynn suggested a plan to follow through, to go around a building to try to find others. The problem was that you couldn't see what was around the building and what if, Flynn wasn't an ally? It was very suspicious.

So you contested it. Flynn flinched thinking that you probably saw something's off, something he didn't notice

But when you mentioned you couldn't trust him quite yet, his expression went from apprehensive to surprise with a hint of sadness.

Karol was very surprised too, he tried to reason with you - Flynn is Yuri's and Estelle's old friend. Before he could finish trying to convince you, you noticed your attackers coming closer.

Going with what Flynn said, sounded safer than going on ahead. You sighed, bit your tongue and told Flynn to lead through his previous plan.

His expression changes again to a determined one, but didn't question you, he also noticed the attackers coming closer.

After going around the building you three swiftly took down a few knights, but that obviously got the attention of others. When they turned to you, you saw arrows being shot at them - Raven was nearby, good.

Soon you reunited with Raven and Yuri, after that Estelle, Rita and Judith.

When the whole team managed to get away safely in a nearby forest, you were all exhausted.

A discussion began on how they knew where you were, but it was a fruitless talk - as all you've got was speculation.

At one point Flynn approached you. He wanted to ask about what you said previously about not fully trusting him:

Flynn:" Y/N? Do you have a moment?"

Y/N: " Sure.."

You moved around a bit to be in a more comfortable position. Flynn took a seat on the floor near to the log you sat, but not as close to you, he was an arm length of you.

Flynn: " I think we didn't start very well, did we?"

Y/N:" I suppose?"

Flynn: " Was there something that bothered you? I understand the circumstances were… fishy. "

Y/N:" Well, it sure was."

It was silent for a moment between you two, until he sighed and scratched the back of his head, a bit awkwardly:

Flynn: " I see Yuri and Lady Estellise are quite fond of you… I would like to become your friend, as well."

Y/N: " Well, then, you should try a little harder. I only went with your proposal because we were being cornered and… because Yuri and Estelle are fond of you."

That caught Flynn off guard. He was surprised by a second, but then he smiled a bit:

Flynn: " a friend of my friend if my friend, right?"

You sighed:

Y/n:" Kinda, yeah."

Flynn just smiled at you. The silence returned between you two. You noticed Flynn started to get a little fidgety, but before things could turn more awkward for him, you guys had to move.

During your walk back to the ship, Karol caught up to you:

Karol:" Y/N?"

Y/N:" Yes?"

Karol:" Why did you say that about Flynn?"

You blinked and pondered a bit before answering the boy:

Y/N:"Hm… Don't you find the timing odd? Imperial knights coming after we met one?

Karol:" But Flynn is our friend!"

Y/N: " How can you know that for sure? Besides he is too…. Perfect? Someone you would take out a fantasy book."

Karol stared at you for a while. He didn't had much arguments on the second part of your words:

Karol:" I-I know Flynn is like the super knight, but he wouldn't betray Yuri or Estelle. "

Y/N: " I sure hope so."

The boy was slightly annoyed at your words. He whispered something that sounded like a monster grumbling to you:

Karol:" I hope you can get along… it would be nice if we could all be friends"

With time you realized Flynn was, indeed, a trustworthy person. He still acted like the perfect knight from a book, but you started seeing his real self - a human with flaws.

Flynn noticed a change of your behavior towards him, which made him very much happy. You were more open to conversations, you listened to him more and even allowed yourself near him.

You hated to admit it, but he is a nice guy. A trustworthy knight, even if he looked too good to be true at times, it was very interesting to learn about him, as a person.

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Thank you for reading!

How was this like? I had to fight to get Flynn right and I feel like he came out OOC lol.

I do like him, but always see Guy... sigh...

Anyway! Thanks!