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sinning-23 · 10 months

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My Latest crush is an alien car from space Pt.2

Okay so iwasnt expecting so many Mirage smps to like up my post but HEYYY welcome home yall lmao. Heres part two and let me know is yall want like a tag list for the next couple parts. ANywhoo there's some tension that forms this chapter so start getting ready for more flirty and spicyyyy interactions with old boy.

Heres the link to pt.1

Heres the link to pt.3 shawty

ANywho ENJOY!

Pt.2

Touch me softly

Mirage had allowed you to explore his anatomy, and he was more willing than you thought. You had managed to make a nice little sketch of his body and made 4 separate copies to try and get a placement in where everything was. Then you had 5 more separate sheets just in case there were some more internal systems you wanted to note. He watched as your eye brown pinched and formed a line on your forehead and your fingers guided the pencil to the paper.

“Wow, you drew me kinda sexy.” He jokes making you draw a breath trying to hold back a laugh.

It really wasn’t sexy, it was about the equivalent of the Vitruvian man drawing and basic anatomical positioning for a robot. He watches you stand, hair pulled back, yet a couple of braids still fall in front of your face. He’s quiet, looking at the way you focused so intensely on exploring him.

When you gestured for him to move his leg, he did so without complaint, the feeling of your soft, warm hands under his exteriors heating him up from the inside. Of course, you’d never know that unless you kept poking and prodding.

“Ok so compared to me, and well, other humans I’m sure your overall body parts are called different things. So let’s start from top to bottom, yeah?” You suggest, eager to learn.

Mirage kneels in front of you, giving you an opportunity to see better. You’re much smaller than him, but he could tell when you stood next to Noah you were definitely average human height. Small to him but normal to everyone else.

“Alright I hope you’re ready cause there’s a LOT.” He explains, clearing his throat as you move closer to his face just to see better, he blinks a bit, getting used to the feeling.

You smile slyly, placing your hand under his chin to guide his face,

“Let’s start with your face. Stick out your…tongue?”

He opens his mouth and lets the ‘flesh’ inside lol out before speaking

“Gloth-ah” he announces and you tilt your head in confusion, only for him to repeat.

“Glossa”

You nod prodding at what you soon learned was his helm and face plates. You brush over his vocalizer for a moment and he hums, high-pitched enough to be a moan but not loud enough for either of you to acknowledge it. You know what you heard though.

“Whoa- lets not touch that alright ma?” He asks.

Soon enough your trailing downward and when you do he announces each part for you to make a note of. This is the quietest he’s been since earlier today. He lets you work, touch, poke, pull, and press whatever you'd wanted. It’s not like it hurt really, but he’s never had something smaller than him want to examine at such close range and actually touch places he’d never been able to. In fact, it was kind of nice-

He yelps when you slide your hand down his chest plate and even farther under his chassis. You pull away, startled at the noise with wide eyes.

“OK, that’s enough exploring don’t you think?” The statement is rushed and you side-eye him when what sounded like cooling fans whirred from inside.

Had you gotten him worked up? Maybe those were sensitive spots that had never really been touched like that before? You nod, not wanting to pry and ruin this newfound friendship by being a perv. You collect the papers and paperclip them together as he begins to wind down. It's about 6am now, and the sun peeks in through the garage windows. Your dad should be awake about now and-

You gasp pushing Mirage back into the space he was originally parked in last night(even though he didn’t budge). Your dad couldn’t know about this! AT ALL! Knowing him he'd stress out and then his pressure would get too high and he’d have a heart attack and-

“Whoa hey, what the rush, mamas? Got something to hide?” Mirage questions, figuring out why you were trying to get him back into a corner.

Was he being clueless on purpose?!

“YES, YOU! Now go back to being a car! My dad can't know about you, it might just be the death of him.” You huff out, gripping your scalp and pacing back and forth. He gets the idea, chuckling a bit before right back to that beat-up Porsche.

You sneak out the garage, tiptoeing up the stairs and into your room. And the moment your head hit the pillow, not even a tornado could wake you.

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You'd be lying if you said you didn't sleep the rest of the day away. By the time you woke up it was already 3-4pm and sounded like your father was cleaning up the kitchen. You sigh, running yourself a shower considering you didn't get one the night before. Mirage was still in the garage as far as you knew and you were hellbent on getting the rest of those notes.

You step in, the water feeling soothing against your skin, steam filling up the bathroom as you sigh in relief. Thoughts of your apartment fill your head.

‘Maybe Mirage could help with the unpacking? Or maybe not. He could be spotted and then that’s more problems for us. Mirage…..Miraaaaageee….’

Your turn to face the water, soaping up your towel as suds slide down the drain.

‘I wonder if a car wash is the equivalent of a shower for him….does he stay a car or like…fully transformed….does he have a-‘

Shutting the water off you opt to pull your hair back today since youd being doing more exploring. The steam from the bathroom escapes when youleave and pad downstairs, catching a glimpse at the note you father let you on the kitchen counter

~Working late, leftovers in the fridge~

You smile to yourself, grabbing a bottle of water to try and beat the obvious heat outside and head to the garage. Sure enough, the Porsche is right where you left it. Mirage is right where you'd left him, and when you tap on the window, the doors unlock almost instantly. You flatten the back of your blue jean skirt and adjust the seat. Awfully quiet today?

“Well good afternoon to you too sunshine? You realize it’s almost 5 right?.” You joke, hearing him rev his engine and the radio humming to life with the sound of his voice.

“You had me up all night! Looking this good doesn’t happen on its own! But how tired can I be when a pretty girl in a miniskirt‘s got her thighs on my seat?” He shoots back, making you gasp.

“Drive you flirt, I got more notes to take. Wanna go to that garage you took me to yesterday?” You ask, using the garage clicker to leave.

It was hot, the sun beating down on you as Mirage insisted you keep the windows down instead of running the ac. The streets were somewhat empty on this fine Sunday morning and Mirage’s only response was to drive in what you assumed was the direction to the garage. You fidget with the radio nobs and glance at the aux cord below the cd player. Maybe he did have CDs in here? You open the armrest to find nothing but-

It was easy to be nosy and explore when Mirage could drive himself, youd put that together on your own last night. There was so little you knew about him but his demeanor overall made you feel comfortable enough to ask. He was…charming. You pull the blank CD case out the armrest, and dust it off.

“MIrage’s Mix (from-)”

The name was scratched off, well more smudged than anything. You crack the case open and slide the CD into the player, the wait for the music to start making you a bit nervous. Had he realized you'd put it in? Was it personal? You begin to regret your decision but before you could press the eject button, it began. N.W.A. blasted from the speakers, startling you for a moment but you're soon amused. What did he know about N.W.A?

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It doesn't take much longer for you to arrive at the garage, most of the lot being empty while the two of you enter to complete more of your research. You set your purse down, taking the papers from yesterday out and trying to organize them as he peers over your shoulder.

“Still think you drew me sexy-”

You scoff playfully and push him a bit, not moving him in the slightest but still, but he still finds it amusing.

“Stop it, I need you to sit so I can finish. You got all squeamish on my last night.” You tease, sliding your hand down the back of his ‘leg’ and he freezes.

He kneels back down, watching your every move. Your fingers hover over his vocalizer, the warning from yesterday replaying in your mind. Right, don't touch. You skip his chest plate and chassis, watching his expression slightly change to disappointment for what seemed like only a second. Again, he announces each part of himself, the air slightly awkward and VERY quiet. Maybe now was the time to try and strike up some more conversation.

“Soooo, where are you really from?” You ask, writing down each part you trace over when he speaks.

“Cybertron actually. Not in your solar system lil mama.” He flirts, turning his palms slightly open when you tap them.

Servos

"Never been?" He jokes again, admiring how small your hand looked compare to his.

'Careful Mirage your size kink is showing' he thinks to himself, avoiding your gaze.

You shake your head in response, looking at the details of his hands, moving back to his torso, purposefully skipping over the plated area between his thighs. Boundaries were definitely not something you wanted to cross, trying not to make him uncomfortable. I mean, he was willingly letting you poke around, and he clears his throat when you skip that spot.

“You, you can look if you want. And touch…ask questions. It's all good babygirl.” He offers, almost melting when you look up from under your lashes at him.

He could practically feel his pump about to explode. Why did Earth girls look so damn pretty? Mirage couldn't wrap his head around it honestly, the feeling he got when he passes a pretty girl when Noah would take him for drives. How they would gasp if he revved loud enough to embarrass Noah a bit but also score him a couple numbers.

Talk about a damn good wingman. You were different though.

You were a softer kind of pretty…He'd seen you come into the garage so many times before you really met. The day your dad parked him in that spot, he watched you skip in with your little low-rise jeans, the piercing you sported shining in the sunlight.

You hugged your dad, eyes lighitn up at the new car with a gasp.

“A Porsche! Dad oh my gosh really?” You ask, seeing him nod. You squealed more, inspecting his paint job, it was just as beat up then as it was before you officially met.

You chatted on and on about how ‘cute’ he’d look when you finally got to paint him a nice shade of hot pink and added your glitter seat covers. Not so exciting for him considering pink wasn't particularly his favorite but god did you look adorable when you were excited.

And there was that same look. Pure, unbridled excitement, yet your eyes shone almost darker this time. That look is almost salacious. It makes him swallow hard, legs opening a bit more and you brush your hand over his thighs, sparing one more glance as if to ask, ‘Are you sure?’ He only nods.

“Mirage, you gonna keep telling me what everything is, or am I to assume on my own?” You question, tracing the skirt plate.

Ita hard to speak, his fans feelijg as if they were working overtime to keep him from overheating. Primus you looked so pretty between him and now he was wondering how would you look riding his-

You stop touching, whistling to get his attention. Damn, he kinda liked that.

“ ‘Rag, we good?” You questions and he swallows hard at his new nickname.

Where did all that slick talk go now?

“Yeah, y-yeah we’re good ma.” He responds finally, optics low when your light chuckle reaches his ears.

You slide your hands up and down his midsection plating, teasing at this point. How was he supposed to focus on helping you learn when you touch under his plates like that? When your fingers slide over his thighs and over the skirt plate over and over, the pace only makes him want to thrust into your touch.

He felt perverted sort of, getting off on you exploring him in the name of science. That was such bullshit. He looks down at you, watching you pinch your lip between your teeth. Oh….you liked this. Your thighs pressed together as your tongue darts out to lick your lips.

You look up at him again, smile mischievous. And before he could ask any questions you slid you hand right back to his chassis and vocalizer. Oh that was a moan without a doubt. You hum in satisfaction, you’re practically playing with him, his body. It wasn’t helping that he hadn’t been touched like this in so long either p.

“Wanna tell me what happens if I keep touching you like this?” You purr, seeing Mirage avoid eye contact.

“C’mon ma, don’t mess with me like this.” He breathes out, hollow.

You stop your ministries after hearing tires and revving come to a halt. With footsteps approaching you stand quickly, Mirage doing the same. He crosses his arms over his chest and leaning against the wall as if he’d been caught while you shove the papers into your bag and swallow hard. You’d never moved so fast in your life.

Noah enters, feeling as if he’s just interrupted something but panicking once he realizes the predicament you were about ot be in. Why were you two here? Did Mirage even think this through? Probably not. He glances back at the other 3 bots behind him, trying to find a quick solution to hide you. But, before he could get any sort of plan out, three other robots similar to Mirage walked in, and one of them, was not at all pleased.

“Primeee, i had no idea youd be back so soon!”

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Lemme know waht yall think in the comments lmao and let me know if you wanna be added to the taglist as well!

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sukirichi · 2 years

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Sukiiiiii!! It’s been loongg-ish—sorry for not being able to play genshin with u tho whdiwhdiwniss I usually see u offline when I go on

This is kinda late too since I think the current chapter hype is done but it also has its benefits tho AHAHHAHAHAHA anywhoo this might get kinda long so *clears throat*

U DONT KNOW HOW SHOCKED I WAS, THAT MY TUMBLR WAS SUDDENLY EXPLODING IN NOTIFS—Upon reading them, it was about DTD—I LITERALLY FREAKED OUT AND IMMEDIATELY LOOKED FOR THE LATEST UPDATE

Like I see people raging and fangirling left and right in my dashboard—I knew I had to immediately read the current update

You don’t know how much I laughed at the ending—It was just so satisfying after the pain that YN had to go thru snsidneondowndojw—tbh I have mixed feelings with Oikawa—poor Maiko, but I see Oikawa stans rising from left and right—Im afraid it has rubbed off on me for a bit bc as I was thinking up of this angst story—I was like “Now, who should the guy be?” My mind immediately shouted “OIKAWA” now the thing is Oikawa aint even my favorite Character HAHAHAHAHAHA

OKAY THEN WHEN I SAW U ANSWERING THE PRINCES TYPE IN WOMEN—When I literally saw Kita’s I went “Screw being a princess like YN LET ME BE A MAID LIKE AIRI PLEASE MY KITAAAAA 😩😩😩😩” and upon seeing them I literally went “Yeah it’s safe to say I won’t be their type (Kita included) :”DD

Okay and also Im too lazy to reread the whole thing, but can u confirm pls confirm if I recall correctly—Iris is merely their childhood friend, and she has no royal blood—making her unfit to marry any of the princes—cuz she’s from Itachiyama???? and she married Kiyoomi to keep some royal secret that can stir a major scandal. Tbh I might be mixing it up with the old DTD 🤡🤡🤡🤡

ORAYT DAZ ALL FROM ME SUKII KEEP SAFE AND ALWAYS STAY HEALTHY AND HYDRATEDDD!!

With lots of love,

-🎧

HEADPHONES ANON! ah sorry about that, you were online the other day but i had to log out because i was being called 😭

also yes omg we have oikawa stans here and I LOVE THEM. i’m gonna keep all oikawa stans in my pocket and feed them tooru x yn crumbs. LMAOOO oikawa might just be your fav prince tho, i hope! he’s my favorite here because his character (for me, anyways) is just !! he’s amazing. i love him. in another universe i would have wished we loved him instead.

and no omg you would be their type!! just be a good person and you’re bound to be noticed by one of them! for iris, though, she’s not exactly a childhood friend. she met the princes in high school so they were all nearly adults then (like 16-18) and has no royal or noble blood. legally speaking, she’s not allowed to marry a royal family member because she’s a citizen from itachiyama. kiyoomi was allowed to be prince because his father, the king, never married his mother and royal children with itachiyama blood/citizenship don’t really fall into the clause of the law marrying a royal or a noble. kiyoomi is already part of the royal family as a birthright.

STAY SAFE ALWAYS TOO AND KEEP HYDRATED!! i’m genuinely sorry if i’m annoying on genshin because i often ask to play but then i’m offline for hours 😭

#asks with naoya's trophy wife #series: dusk till dawn #anon:🎧#long ask

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brutallyhonesttarotwitch · 2 years

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Hello my loves! Back again with another PAC! 🦋 soo hope you all enjoy ! cause this topic is on ternd now!🎠

🦋Which Euphoria character are you!?🦋

Anyways pick a Euphoria venue to reveal your reading,giving a heads up! if it doesn’t resonate pick again loves ♥️

Piles🦋

Pile 1 ♥✨(Carnival)

Soo my loves straight of the bat I get all the hot ones pickinf this pile no offence to the other piles 😓 Like I am getting a very bold energy from this pile! like omg! the cards that I got literally screams queen!Empress! 👑 soo anywhoo the character that you guys embody is Maddy Perez!💞 so we all know how she is for sur…she is the literal definition of Bad-b so anyways guys you all have and give off the same energy even if you dont realize it! everyone will notice that you are really attractive,but may be secretive or casual with compliments!👀 I can see a lot of jealousy around ya’ll stay clear of the snakes and douches like Nate.Anyways other than that you guys rock 💋

Pile 2 ⛓🎧👻(School)

Hello my pile 2 loves the character that you have got is genuinely a sweet heart 💜 like she is the most sanest and non crazy charcter of the whole freaking show! and maybe even soon to be a gangster’s gf (ahh spoilers 😜) k I will shut up now.You guys have got Lexi Howard!! she is such a jewel! From the cards I get a lot of purity and peace,I also get that you guys can get insecure at times and doubt on yourself just like how Lexi does!(you are perfect boo🦋) which seriously makes you 10x attractive.But I am also getting an additional message. that you guys may also get into a new relationship because I have got this soulmate card here or even a heavy glow up..omg all the best.✨

Pile 3 🦄🔮🌌✨

I am getting heavy Air signs vibe here,I feel the peole who chose this pile are free souls who are free spirited,they don’t care about what the f the world thinks.They write their own will and they will stand tall of what they believe.You guys love aesthetics don’t you! I am also getting people who love makeup! glam! etc..very girly and independent vibes.So this all points to our perfect fit Jules🦋 she is like a unicorn in the messed up enviroment.Everyone loves her uniqueness and same goes to you.I do get you people are a bit naive..so be careful not everyone are looking out for you,be careful of fake friends and toxic people loves

💞.

Pile 4 🦁👻⛓

Okayy right off the bat I sense a lot of people who value loyalty has picked this pile.Loyalty,love,chaos equal - Rue Bennet .You guys are super loyal and protective of the one you love! Like you guys don’t take any crap if someone tries to hurt your people!🥺Awe,you guys can turn into this actual cave man ya know.Anywho you guys my be a little over protective so it can get annoying (hehe😓) when you guys like something you just obsses over it ! like you guys may also be a leo.To look on the brighter side since you are a natural protecter ppl feel safe around you.They also feel that they are lucky to have you!

Thank you loves ! I will post a part 2 depending on the response 🦋 hope you all enjoyed this reading 💞 see you in my future posts !

#pick a card #tarot reading #pick a pile #euphoria #tarotista #future #euphoria hbo #maddy perez

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king-paimon · 3 years

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HnK Post Chapter 95 Thoughts: 3 Months later...

Hi guys…. I’m so sorry for being away for so long and delaying this post. I can’t believe March is already almost over. This year is going by way too quickly, but honestly, is that really a surprise? I was working on this post back in January and was planning on posting it then, but life has been more busy than usual for me. I still feel really bad for promising to post this and not being able to keep it. But here it is now! I don’t know how many people will see it since the Houseki no Kuni tags have been pretty quiet, but you know what? I’m kind of glad I didn’t post this post right away because I wanted to properly talk about my feeling about the chapter, the series, and Ms. Haruko Ichikawa herself, and doing that when I was still emotionally charged wouldn’t have done this post justice. And though I don’t think my thoughts overall has changed too much, I’d still like to share my thoughts, if you are interested in hearing them.

This will be another really, really long post, so be prepared! I’m definitely going to be doing a lot of edits on this one so please bare with me if anything doesn’t make sense. Please let me know if anything I said is too confusing.

Anywhoo~ here it goes:

My view of the story at this point

I had to go over my last post to see if any of my original opinions had changed and, well, for the most part, not too much. Most of the gripes I have with the story is still about the same, particularly the remaining gems becoming lunarian and the many implications that comes with it, though I would say some of my anger has subsided. I’m still bothered by it, though. I understand why the story would go in this direction and why the characters, especially Euclase, would choose to make this drastic decision to change themselves, since that was they ultimately wanted: to no longer live in fear of being destroyed and live peacefully, even if it means changing what they all were. It’s still bothers me a lot, mainly because I can relate this to similar real life events of people erasing their cultural and even racial identity as a means of survival in a different and so-called “better” society. I remember in one of my very first posts in the fandom, I stated how uncomfortable it made me that the first moon gems were totally fine assimilating into Moon society and were wanting to completely change themselves to fit in this society, even if it meant removing what made them who they were. For characters who didn’t like their original identity like Cairngorm (or Welegato but I’m not calling them that), or felt stunted in their original society like Dia, and found solace in Moon society, I can see how this transition as a liberating thing…but only to an extent. The thought of literally going to the extremes of changing yourself inside and out, erasing all traces of what made you “you”, while also destroying all old meaningful relationships in the process, to live in a place you were conditioned to be believe is the better option for you…It hits a little too close to home.

I’m talking about cultural assimilation and cultural destruction, where racial and cultural minorities sometimes go through drastic measures in order to assimilate into the “better” society, even if it means completely erasing their original identities physically and mentally. I’m not saying all forms of assimilation is inherently bad and I’m not saying that you must stick with your cultural upbringing for it’s a part of your identity; that is a toxic view and it’s especially bad if you experienced terrible things because of that upbringing. I’m trying to talk about the extreme cases of assimilation when these individuals are essentially convinced to go through extreme measures to fit in to the “better” society because their old identity was “bad”, and by completely changing themselves, from their appearance to even their name, then they can finally be happy in the so-called “better” society. I’ve heard of people going through such lengths and it’s heartbreaking. It’s very cultish and that’s how I viewed the transition of the gems becoming Lunarians, with everyone accepting the change with seemingly no issue and especially after Aechmea literally gave Cairngorm that new name. It would have been one thing if Cairn picked that name themselves, but it was all Aechmea. The lustrous don’t exist anymore and everyone is ok with it. The gem society that we knew, at this point of time, is gone now. It was far from perfect but the fact that it’s gone is sad and disturbing to me.

My view of the key characters of the chapter

Now that I stated how I feel about the gems essentially being erased, the next question is how do I feel about these characters themselves?

Conflicted. Very, very conflicted, and even a bit disappointed and upset, especially with certain characters more than others. But surprisingly, even after seeing how the turn of events turned out for all of them while Phos is stuck on Earth alone… I don’t hate them. Yeah. After everything that has happened, I currently don’t hate the gems… For now, anyways. It all depends on what happens next.

But the one character that I feel the most conflicted with is Adamant, especially after his interaction with Aechmea. Part of me is confused by Adamant’s and Aechmea’s seemingly friendly interaction because of Adamant’s past actions and words, for they don’t seem to belong to someone who would be on friendly terms with someone who they were actively resisting against before. I’m talking about all of the times that Adamant would fight off the Lunarians but also that moment in Chapter 85:

(Chapter 85, Pages 10-11)

After seeing things like this, I just find it odd how Adamant’s interactions with Aechmea are so friendly now. And with the horrifying implication that everything that had happened was planned between them, which also doesn’t make sense, I’m not sure what to think. Maybe Adamant’s changed attitude relates to him being free of his burdens and physical body? This could explain the change in attitude, but it still feels… off. Maybe I’m looking too much into this. I don’t want to hold hope that when he and the other gems were transformed that Aechmea somehow manipulated their memories to make them more compliant, even though it was made clear that memories were going to be lost in the process. Maybe this will be explained more in the next chapter, but I won’t hold my breath for that either. To me, this just made me feel weird about Adamant because remember, I was both sad and relieved when he disintegrated in the previous chapter because I really liked his character. Now though, I’m not so sure. I still don’t hate him or any of the other gems, but I’m definitely on the fence with him more so than the others. I certainly don’t hate Euclase like many other fans; I didn’t agree with their past actions (or rather lack of actions), but like with Phos and other characters, they did what they felt was right given what they knew. Still not excusing it, but I understand why. As for Antarcticite... I’m not sure, honestly. Though I’m glad at least they brought up Phos, I can’t help but feel that their main priority is still Adamant. Out of recently changed characters, Antarcticite is the main character I have the most positive opinion on, but again, that can easily change within the next chapter.

So yeah, I still have mixed feeling about all that has happened that led to this point in the story, and I do have a more negative view of some of them. But regardless of that, I can’t bring myself to downright hate any of the characters. Disappointed with their decisions is one thing, but to hate them with every fiber of my being? No. I don’t think I can. At least for now. The same goes to the Lunarians, too. Hell, even though I’ve said before that I hated Aechmea for how he manipulated Phos and the other gems for personal gain, once again, I don’t think I downright hate him either (though I still want something bad to happen to him.) Aechmea is such an intriguing antagonist that I love to despise.

My view of Haruko Ichikawa at this point

Since the release of chapter 95, I’ve seen a lot of fans post their criticisms of Haruko Ichikawa herself regarding how she’s writing the story and her treatment of the characters. Someone even commented on my chapter post about how they don’t view her story as ‘amazing’ anymore because of her cruel treatment of Phos and the depressing turns in the story. Even popular commentors like @rinboz posted their criticism about what Ms. Ichikawa is doing with her story. As for me, I can agree with some of the comments made to an extent. Some of the choices Ms. Ichikawa made in the story has had me question her a few times; like the mentioned interaction between Aechmea and Adamant as well as the extremely predatorial relationship between Achmea and Cairngorm. I still think that chapter 95 was extremely rushed, especially going through the previous events that were stretched out into nearly 10 chapters. There are many other smaller issues that I personally have when it comes to how Ms. Ichikawa writes her story and characters, but I think the biggest criticism I’ve seen that I agree with is the concern about the current direction of the story. And at this point, the story can only go in so many directions and most of them are leading to anything but a genuinely happy ending for Phos. And it’s pretty depressing that Ms. Ichikawa has some of us pleading for Phos to die so they don’t suffer anymore. I can’t think of any other story that has me wanting the main character to die, not because I hate, but because I don’t want them to be mistreated anymore. This story is nothing but hopelessness.

But you know what’s crazy? I kind of like that.

Maybe Ms. Ichikawa has made me a glutton for tragic stories, or because I’ve been starving for a unique story, but I kind of like that this story hasn’t gone in the predictable, happy route for everything Phos has gone through. If this story were written by someone else, I can picture Phos somehow regaining their appearance and memories, be surrounded by the people who truly cared about them and their enemies dead, and pretty much having the picture-perfect happy ending with no form of problems whatsoever as an award for everything that Phos previously sacrificed. Yeah, this is the ending I’m sure fans want in some shape or form and to a degree, I do too. But to be honest, I’m kind of glad that’s not the story that we’re getting, at least right now. In a weird way, it’s sort of refreshing to have a main character who doesn’t always win in the end, especially after all of the things the character sacrificed.

And I also how the story and it’s characters can be so simple and complexed at the same time, like in her anthology series. To me, this makes Ms. Ichikawa stand out from the many mangaka I’ve followed throughout the years. And because of that, part of me hopes she knows what she’s doing and has something extreme planned for the story’s future.

Now, I don’t want to shoot myself in the foot for still thinking highly of Ms. Ichikawa’s writing; there are still things that I think could have been handled differently, like the mentioned pacing and story details. But for now, those gripes are not too irritating for me and I’m not quite ready to downright say that her story is bad...YET. I want to reserve my final opinion of Ms. Ichikawa as a writer until the end of the series, whenever that will be, because despite how the story has progressed for last several chapters, I’m still enjoying writing. I just hope that when the series does come to an end that Ms. Ichikawa gives us a satisfying end. When it comes to ending a series, how an author does so can really affect how fans view the series and the author, and I think this will be the case for this story, though I’m sure there will be criticism regardless of what kind of end Ms. Ichikawa creates. For me, while I do care about whether Phos and the other characters get the endings they deserve, I just hope it will be told well. I’ve seen too many times really good series ending terribly because the creator didn’t know how to end a series properly. I sincerely hope that won’t be the case with Ms. Ichikawa.

From this point forward

I remember seeing a lot of readers who are upset with how the story has progressed thus far, with some even saying that they were going to drop the series because of how depressing it is. I think everyone who felt this way has every right to feel that way; it’s completely understandable. Houseki no Kuni is definitely not a story for everyone, and it can take an emotional toll on you. I know it certainly affected me that way, and I can’t think of many other series that has done that. It’s been a long since I’ve been so invested in a series and despite the many emotional rollercoasters I’ve felt during parts of the story, I don’t think I will ever say that I regret picking this series up. And despite my mixed feeling about the latest chapter, I want to continue to stick with it. Even if the story continues to spiral in a never-ending pit of despair, I still want to stick with it until it ends. And you know, I think even if this series does have a somber, heartbreaking ending, I think I’d still view the story as overall amazing and I’d still be glad I got into it when I did...Unless Ms. Ichikawa gives us an abrupt, unsatisfying ending. Then that opinion goes out the window.

Until the next chapter comes out...

Other than being busy, I admit that I’m glad to be taking a break from Houseki no Kuni. Despite my many praises, it still takes a lot out of me and I definitely needed that break. And though I personally don’t mind waiting a bit longer, I can’t wait for it to back. I sincerely hope that Ms. Ichikawa doing alright, especially after all of the chaos happening for the past year, and that she enjoys her time away from the series. I hope she’s staying healthy in body and mind, and I’ll wait with bated breath for the next chapter of this story.

Besides this post, I actually had a few post ideas that I want to work on, but because of my schedule, those will have to wait a while. I wanted to make another story prediction post because even though they are sometimes wrong, they are fun to do. I think I’ll wait until the next chapter to come out to make that one. The other post I’ve been somewhat working on is a bit different from my usual post; it’s somewhat of a character analysis/reflection and it’s on a controversial character that while many justifiably hate, I personally can’t. (Can you guess who that is? I’m sure you can!) Because of how many people hate this character, I was not sure if I wanted to write it. But you know what, I’m going to do it anyways. When that post will be done? I have no clue, but this will be an interesting writing exercise for me and I can’t wait share why I don’t hate this character the way many other fans do.

The end!

Well, that’s the end of this post. I hope you enjoyed it. I will likely go over this again at some point but it’s getting really late and I need to get some sleep. I hope everyone is doing well and keeping themselves busy during this series hiatus. Maybe unwind by reading/watching a new series. There are some interesting ones that came out last year and this year. I personally stated watching Wonder Egg Priority. It’s really good but deals with a lot of heavy subject matters, so be warned. I’vve also watched lighter stuff like Lupin the Third (I love this franchise so much) and some of the new shows on Netflix. I would like to see some more stuff but I don’t know what to look for. If you have any recommendations, please feel free to leave a comment.

Until next time, I hope everyone has a pleasant week 😊

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Hello my Tumblr Lovelys,

Happy Saturday!

Hope everyone has had a nice day :)

I have been making hot cross buns since 2:20pm today and still have no hot cross buns. I made them and tried to prove them and they didn’t prove and then I realised I used millilitres instead of grams in my weighing so have made a second batch and I am still waiting for them to prove. They started proving just before 6pm. It is now 9pm. I have never made anything that needed to prove before and am struggling so much with it! :(. They are currently in the oven over a dish of hot water trying to prove and after this prove eventually gets done they still need two more hour proves! I didn't think it would take me all day and night. I guess I will have to stick to key lime pie. I have a feeling there are going to be no hot cross buns today.

Anywhoo, here is the next part in this Robyn and Taron story...

Suze xx

*DISCLAIMER - this part involves CPR training and a lot of angst and trauma. Please note it may be upsetting to some readers*

“Behind these eyes there is a girl trapped within her pain – a girl feeling all the emotions of anger and sadness. She’s fighting for a way out.”

Before they reached the door at the top of the stairs, it opened and Emma appeared.

“Oh hey Robyn.” She stopped three steps above them. “You ok?”

“Been a hell of a lot better.” Robyn honestly answered. If she was going to be truthful to Taron, she needed to follow through with her new self to everyone. “Thank you for calling Taron for me.” Robyn moved to the next step and hugged Emma. “I am so grateful for you and your understanding and dealing with my shit.”

“I told you earlier, all was forgiven and he needs this as much as you I think.” She added with a whisper. “And he is absolutely gorgeous.”

Robyn lightly slapped Emma’s back before she gave her one more tight hug and then she moved back to stand beside Taron.

“I am the last to do the CPR. Aiden said he would wait for you. Just you and Taron and the CPR. There is no one else in the room. We called the longer lunch too so we are going to pick back up just after one but still should finish on time at four.”

“Thank you Emma.” Robyn reached for Taron’s hand and the two moved to the side to let Emma down the stairs, Robyn waiting until she heard the little clang of the downstairs metal gate as it was closed. “So onwards and upwards, right?”

“Right.”

Taron started to walk up the stairs and held the door open for her so she could walk past him and onto the landing. Robyn waited for him and reaching for his hand, took the lead back into the playroom.

“Robyn, Taron.” The trainer was sitting on one of the chairs, on his phone. He stood up as they walked through and slipped his phone into his pocket. “I wasn’t too sure if you were going to come back in.”

“Sorry for running out.” Robyn apologised.

“That’s absolutely fine.”

“I am ready to do this now.” Robyn, who still held onto Taron’s hand, walked to stand in front of one of the mannequins on the floor, trying to take a steadying breath, her eyes not even looking down.

“Robyn…” Aiden came to stand beside her.

“I have to do this.” She repeated interrupting him before he gave her the option to back out, knowing her voice didn’t convey her urgency to get the training done. “I need to do this.”

“Ok well whenever you are ready.” Aiden knelt on the floor. “I know you know what to do. Two full rounds are all I need.”

Robyn just stood, her eyes still avoiding the floor and that horrible churning sensation in her stomach was coming back and she felt such an urge to run until she felt that all too calming presence behind her.

“You can do this.” Taron encouraged her. “Five minutes and we are done and I am right here with you and this time it isn’t me you are working on. It is a piece of plastic. Turn around to me.” Taron took his hand from hers and placed his hands on her shoulders, gently turning her to face him. “You know nothing bad is going to happen to you from doing this. Nothing is going to happen to me either.” Lifting her hand, he placed it on that all too familiar place on his body but realised it would be too hard to feel his heart beat as the jumper he wore was quite thick, so let go of her hand and pulled the jumper off, dropping it onto the floor. He grabbed her hand again and placed his on his chest, under his shirt and on his tank top. “Still beating, strong and hard and it always will be. If you hadn’t of done this training, I wouldn’t be here Robyn and I wouldn’t have my best friend standing here with me. One step at a time ok? And you know you can stop if you need to.”

“Robyn you can leave the breathes out.” Aiden said from behind her. “From your experience you know they are not always needed.”

Robyn turned her head to look at the trainer who was kneeling patiently on the ground. “If I am going to do it, I am going to do it right. I will never be able to face it if I don’t.” She turned her face back to Taron, her hand still on his chest and lightly brushed the tips of her fingers over his visible skin. “I am going to do it.” She looked back to Aiden. “I am going to.” She let her hand drop from Taron and turned around and took the two steps closer to the mannequin. “I am going to do this.” She knelt on the floor and let out one long shaky and nervous breath as she finally looked down. “Fuck it.” She cursed under her breathe, letting her hands rest on her knees.

Taron’s own insecurities were quickly coming forth and now that he had pulled his jumper off, he felt an all over chill and not just from the open windows and cold in the room but from the task Robyn had to complete in front of him. He knew watching Robyn trying to face her fears was going to hit him hard but he hadn’t realised how much. Everything that happened in the 7/11 was still a blur to him and he depended on Richard and Robyn to fill in those missing details and they were always willing to help him piece together what happened when he blacked out on the floor and his time in the ambulance. It always scared him when he thought about it, how close he was to not making it, how if it wasn’t for the bravery of Robyn that he wouldn’t be here with her and it wasn’t only Robyn who was starting to feel very anxious about the mannequins in front of her. However, he hated that she was so troubled by the CPR, so much more than him which was completely understandable and that she was so frightened of doing it. He had always thought that Robyn wasn’t afraid of anything but after seeing how she had already reacted to having to think about doing the CPR, now actually facing the challenge, he himself was so afraid of how she was going to take the physicality of doing the CPR and even more so that he wouldn’t be able to help her, that she wouldn’t let him and close herself off to him but he was so determined to support Robyn.

The hesitation was so clear from the young woman and after two minutes of watching Robyn just stare at the CPR dummy, Aiden was ready to tell her it was fine and that she didn’t need to do it but Taron came to kneel on the opposite side and the paramedic held back for a moment.

Robyn was frozen as she knelt, trying her hardest to stop herself from panicking, from breaking down but tears still pooled in her eyes and she found herself roughly wiping her eyes, trying to dry them. As she dried her eyes for the third time, she felt her hands being taken over the plastic body in front of her and looked up to see Taron opposite her, kneeling as she was alongside the mannequin.

It was the best plan he could think of in the few seconds he had and was so happy to take her shaking hands in his, knowing that although she didn’t know it as she was so caught up in her own troubles, that just holding her hands was helping him to keep his own nerves at bay. “Together.” He simply said and lowered his right hand onto the mannequin’s chest and placed her left hand on his. He then covered her left hand with his right and was glad to see her copy his movements and their hands were intertwined. “Let’s just do a few together.” He started to press very lightly up and down, so glad Robyn hadn’t tried to pull away. “You can do this.”

Feeling supported by his actions, by his constant support, Robyn, although still shaking intensely, followed Taron’s movements, letting him guide her hands. It was still horrendous and all she could see was an unconscious Taron under her hands, his bruised face and bare chest but she was working extremely hard to tell her brain he was there in front of her and helping her, that he was alive and well and here in Kilcreen with her.

“I can do it.” She said to him, trying to make her voice sound solid.

“Robyn?” Taron stopped their hands.

“I am going to do it.” She repeated. She looked to him and could see he was trying to be so strong for her, noticing that some of the colour had left his face and he looked shattered and realised that the longer she took to do the CPR, the more pain she was putting Taron through and she had already caused him enough hurt and pain in the last few hours, she did not want to cause him anymore. She took her hands from his and lifted his from the mannequin and gave them a slight rub. “I can do it.” She repeated, trying to keep her voice as steady as she could.

With as much determination and gusto she could manage, Robyn rolled up her sleeves and replaced her hands and went straight into full force compressions, left hand over her right as she pumped the mannequin hard, hearing the spring echo through the empty room but she tried to block it out, counting each push in her head, keeping her timing in beat, her shoulders strong and arms straight. Thirty fast compressions later, Robyn moved straight to do two breathes, her eyes closed as she blew into the mannequin’s mouth, pushing the image of Taron from her mind, of thinking about how cold his lips were as hers touched his as she blew the oxygen into his mouth all those months ago. Once her hands went back onto the mannequin’s chest, with every press down, a tear fell onto her hands but she didn’t stop and started to count out loud once she hit twenty, mainly to stop herself from fully giving into her tears. It was his chest she was pumping, Taron’s cold strong chest and even though he was alive and well opposite her, his hand on her shoulder, in her mind he was under her hands and she could feel the softness of his skin, the cold she could never forget feeling from him as she tried to resuscitate him and it wasn’t until she got to the last compression, taking her hands from the plastic body that her mind stopped playing tricks on her and it was a faceless dummy that stared up at her.

Taron wasn’t too sure whether to stop her not when she threw herself into the CPR, especially at the pace she was moving and he looked to Aiden who shook his and head and mouth ‘let her’ to him. Her ferocity and speed frightened him, how rigid she held herself and as he watched her hands, understanding so much more why her right hand was injured so after she helped him. She was digging the heel of her left hand into the back of her right hand and it must have hurt her but she didn’t slow her movements. He had to look away from her hands, finding it so difficult to watch, to know this was what she had done for him and he lifted his right hand to rub his chest as memories of how sore he was after the CPR came back to him. As his eyes followed her straight arms, he immediately noticed the sparkle on her right wrist and saw that she was wearing the bracelet he had bought her for her birthday, the coloured diamonds flickering in the light as she pressed up and down on the chest of the plastic dummy. His heart warmed for a moment but very quickly, his whole body froze a little and Robyn went straight in to complete the optional two breathes and then straight back into the solid compressions. It was an automatic reaction to place his right hand on her left shoulder when he saw the tears falling from her eyes and he desperately wanted to stop her and wrap her in a hug but knew he couldn’t and he had to let her continue. Once she finished, his hand dropped from her as she quickly got to her feet, stumbling backwards a little, her while body almost gasping for air.

Robyn was shocked she didn’t fall over as she got to her feet, she moved that fast but she needed to get away from the mannequin and backwards was the only option.

“Robyn?” She looked up to see Aiden standing near her but keeping his distance. “Are you ok?”

She shook her head and tried to compose her breathing, to calm herself down. “No but I will be.” She stammered. “I just need two… two minutes.”

“Take as long as you need.” Aiden said with understanding in his voice.

Taron got to his feet and walked over to her, taking his time, not wanting to crowd her, but stood only a footstep away for when she was ready to let him in. “Right here chicken.”

Robyn nodded. She looked to the mannequin on the ground and for the first time, it wasn’t Taron on the ground, still and unconscious but the practise dummy for the CPR. She closed her eyes and it was just black behind her lids, no ghastly imagines of her bloodied best friend, yelling at her and relief flooded her whole body. She had been dreading the training, so uneasy and disturbed by the CPR, by what she would have to do but she did it. Granted her hands ached, her shoulders were stiff and her head was still pounding but she managed to get through it. She stretched out her hand to reach for Taron’s and stepped closer to him, the first decent and smooth breath leaving her body in hours.

“You did it.” Taron whispered to her. “Always knew you could.”

Aiden could see that Robyn was very spooked and paler than she had been and walked over to pick up two of the chairs and placed one each behind Taron and Robyn. “Please sit.” He said to both of them, so glad to see Taron helping Robyn to sit on the chair, guiding her down and keeping a tight grip on her hand. “Take your time and some easy breathes.”

Robyn was so thankful for the chair to sit on as her legs were like jelly and following Aiden’s advice, took some deep breathes and after about fifteen, could look to the two men beside her. Taron’s face was easy to read and she could see the same relief in his eyes that she felt and even with Aiden beside her, she had no hesitation when it came to wrapping her two arms around his right side and hugging him tight.

“Thank you.”

“So proud of you.” He returned to hug, tucking her head under his chin.

“You got through it.” Aiden agreed.

“I hated every minute.”

“Of course you did. Why would you enjoy it especially when you have had to do it on Taron.”

“My hands won’t stop shaking.” Even though Robyn had locked her fingers together around Taron’s waist, they were still trembling.

“A natural response to what you have done though you may have went a little too hard.” Aiden smiled at her a little. “You really didn’t break any of his ribs?”

“Not one.”

Aiden sat back on his heels. “So unusual.”

“The doctor was a bit perplexed too but I know I am grateful. The bruises on my chest were enough.” Taron replied to the trainer.

“I bet.” Aiden looked to Robyn. “You should go home.” He said kindly. “That was hard for you and I can see it has really shaken you. Go home, get into bed and get some sleep. I am sure you haven’t had a good night’s sleep in a few days. It’s done now and when you have to face the training again, it will be much easier to you. Now it’s still quite raw and you need to just take it easy for the rest of the weekend.”

“I want to stay.” Robyn let go of Taron and sat up a little straighter. “The CPR was what I was dreading.” She felt Taron’s body stiffen a little as she said she wanted to stay and another round of guilt filled her as once again she knew she was putting him through a little bit of hell. “I know going home is what I should do but I still need to face some things in the course and while we are here and I am on a roll, I may as well continue.”

“Too much of a bad thing can hurt you.”

“I like to push myself.”

“I have noticed.” Aiden said, taking a look to Taron hoping for some help.

“I am very much on the side of going home but she is stubborn and to be honest, if Robyn wants to finish the course, face some demons, then I am here for her to do so and I think it might be good for me too.” Taron looked to Robyn and could see the slight surprise in her face. “It is up to you.” So proud of her for going through with the CPR, although it was difficult and she probably needed to go home and rest and sleep, him too, he also knew that Robyn couldn’t change her ways in the space of four hours. “You know my opinion and you know I value yours and I told you I would be right here for you for the rest of today.”

“I think I should stay, finish the course and not go home and over think things too much. I have all of this evening and tomorrow to do that. It honestly was the CPR I feared but I managed to get through it. I didn’t think I could.”

“It was always going to be a tough ask and if you feel staying is the right decision for you, then please stay. It always helps sometimes to face these training courses head on but you have made the first steps to properly comprehend the experience you went through. The second, is talking to someone.” Aiden reached out to gently touch her knee. “It will do you the world of good and Penny is such a wonderful therapist.”

Robyn nodded. “I think I would like to do that.” She agreed. “Talk to someone.”

Aiden smiled. “I can give you the phone number.”

“Great. Thanks.”

All three heads turned as a phone rang and both Aiden and Taron looked back to Robyn who still kept her face turned towards the ringing. It was the creche phone and she stood up, letting Taron’s hands fall from her and stepped over the small chair to the back of the room to pick up the phone.

“Hello, Happy Days, Robyn speaking.” She listened to the caller on the phone, making her way back over to Taron, placing her free hand on his shoulder. “Yeah sure. Just let me head down to the office so I can take some of your details.” Robyn gave Taron’s shoulder a light squeeze and made her way out of the playroom.

Once out of earshot and hearing the door close upstairs, Taron looked to the trainer. “Be honest with me. Out of ten, ten being the bad side of the scale, how bad is this.” He gestured towards the door Robyn had walked out of.

“Maybe a four, five at a push.” Aiden took the chair beside him. “She will be fine.” He saw the look the young man gave her. “I know I don’t know her very well, only ever having met her at her first aid training but she is a very strong willed and resilient woman and if she can come in and do that CPR, even though it was horrible to watch, she can get through this and will do so quickly and easily. I have seen a change in her since you arrived and I have a feeling if you are around her and talk to her, she will listen to you but it is something she needs to do, you as well, to fully recover from the trauma you both went through.” Aiden placed his hand on Taron’s shoulder. “Today was the first step for her and maybe has broken a recurring cycle with how she deals with her emotions. I saw it a lot as a paramedic, how people can hold everything in until they have that expected breakdown.”

“I don’t want that for her.” Taron ran his hands down his face. “But she is so stubborn.”

“I think a lot changed for her today Taron. As tough as it was, I think it opened her eyes to what she was doing to herself, how she was treating you and her work colleagues.” Aiden moved his second hand to Taron’s other shoulder. “Penny had a lot of experience with this type of trauma. She works at the hospital I used to work at for the paramedics who found coping with the aftermath of CPR very difficult and really has a way of getting people to open up about what they experienced. A few sessions would give Robyn such a sense of clarity and relief.” He saw Taron nod. “Here…” Aiden stood up and walked to the shelf to his right and picked up a post it and a pen. “This is her number. She can be very busy, normally pretty booked up but if you mention making an appointment as a favour for me, you will get one for Robyn easily.” Aiden walked back and handed the number to him. “It would be great if you could manage to get a session together too. Even one. I can see you are troubled by what happened too.”

Taron looked at number in his hands. “Thank you.”

“Why don’t you go and take the lunch break to actually sit down and relax for a bit. We are taking the hour break and there is about forty minutes left. Go find Robyn. Make her a hot drink with sugar in it.” Aiden gave a small smile. “Helps with the shock. Make one for you too.”

Taron got to his feet and put the paper in his pocket. “Yeah I will do. Thanks again.”

“She will be fine Taron.” Aiden assured him. “You too.”

“I know.” Taron bent down to pick up his jumper. “Together we always are. Thank you again.” He headed out the door and made his way down the stairs, following the sound of Robyn’s voice and into the office where she sat on her chair, writing on some paper. He placed a hand on her shoulder which she acknowledged with a squeeze of her hand and looked to him, nodding towards the other leather chair. He dropped himself into it and slid down a little so he could rest his head back against the seat, a very long relieved sigh coming from him as he closed his eyes. Still needing to have that conversation with Robyn, he felt so much more comfortable now that the CPR was done and could already feel some of his own tension leave his body. Relief flooded him as he knew the hardest part of the day was done. He had an inkling that his chat later with her would be a quick one as he could already see the shame in her face every time she looked to him, how she got so upset and apologised profusely for ignoring him and had a feeling he was going to see a change in her. Leaning further back into the chair, Taron felt like he could definitely nap in the chair and when two hands slipped onto the crown of his head and scratched his scalp, he inclined back some more.

Robyn was confused by the phone call, wondering who would call a creche on a Saturday but took the call, shaking her head at Emma who offered to take the phone, and sat in her chair writing down the details of the enquiry, quickly explaining to the woman on the phone that they did not open on the weekends but just happened to be doing a training course which was why someone was around to take the call on a Saturday. The gentle and soothing hand on her shoulder was so lovely and she knew it was Taron, glad to see him sit in the other leather chair as she had asked him too, her eyes following him as he flopped into the seat and closed his eyes, hearing his heavy sigh. She turned her attention back to the phone call, so happy to hit the red end call button after a few minutes more and placed the phone down.

Still sitting with his eyes closed, Taron looked exhausted. More guilt swamped her as she thought about the early journey he had to make to get to her, trying to imagine how he managed to change his schedule to be with her. Robyn only worked eight-hour days and could go home and sleep for the other sixteen if she wanted. Taron worked stupidly long hours with a lot less opportunity for sleeping and it showed on his weary face. She stood up and walked over to Emma’s chair, standing behind it, her hands going straight for his head, applying an easy deep pressure with her fingers.

“We have a first aid course to go back to.” He murmured.

“I have a first aid course to go back to. How about I drive you to mine and you can get some sleep?”

So reluctantly Taron moved, Robyn’s hands falling from his head and he swung the chair around so he could look her way. “Absolutely not. I told you I would stay with you and I am going too.”

“Taron you don’t…” Robyn stopped when he gave her his best scowl. “I very much would like that.”

His scowl changed to a small smile. “See, not that hard to ask for help, is it?”

Robyn shook her head, inwardly smiling at his words. “I just need to pop out to my car for a few minutes. I need something. You wanna come with me? You could catch a quick nap in the chair.”

“You know I love a good nap but no thanks. The chair isn’t as comfy as it looks for sleeping. I will go with you.”

“Ok. I just need to get my keys. Give me two seconds.”

Robyn left him in the office for less than ten seconds so she could collect her keys from her locker and met him at the office door. “Wanna bring your jumper? It’s an Irish summer which means the weather is cold.”

Taron nodded and took four steps back to grab his jumper from the desk where he had left it and let Robyn lead the way out of the building and towards her car. She stopped at the boot and once had it unlocked and opened, pulled up the compartment cover for the spare wheel and with purposeful focus, went straight for a small hidden panel, opening it and pulled a pack of cigarettes out, along with a purple lighter. She left the boot open and sat on the edge of her car, feeling it move as Taron sat beside her. She lifted the lid of the pack and inside where eleven sticks.

“Robyn…” Taron was so taken back to see what she was holding.

“My emergency stash.” She explained pulling out one white cigarette, throwing the box into the boot. “Sometimes, I just need one.” She placed the cigarette between her lips and sheltering the lighter, lit it, closing her eyes and slowly inhaling as that first hit of nicotine hit her system, dropping the lighter into the boot beside her.

“Thought you quit.”

“Oh I have. First one in over five years.” Robyn looked to him. “I just need one.”

“Want to share and it can be half of one?” He asked holding his hand out for the cigarette.

“Thought you quit?” She countered but still handed it over.

“A problem shared is a problem halved.” He answered her, lifting the cigarette to his lips. “God it has been a while.” Taron coughed a little before going for a second smoke handing it back to Robyn who took it gratefully.

“Please don’t tell my mother or Claire or Jane if you meet her again or Emma.”

Taron laughed a little at her list. “Pretty sure Emma knows chicken. You are sitting in the open boot of your car and I am sure the whisps of smoke can be seen.” He accepted the cigarette from her.

“Ok well don’t tell my mother or father.” She changed her words. “You should put your jumper on. Your arms are cold again.” She took the cigarette back as Taron stood up to pull his jumper back over his head, sitting beside her again, happily accepting the last of the smoke that was left.

“Deal, if you promise not to mention it to my parents too.”

“Deal.”

Taron dropped the but on the ground and used the toe of his boot to extinguish it, smiling as Robyn pulled a packet of chewing gum from another hidden pocket in her car. “Thank you.” He said to her as she dropped two pieces onto his palm.

“Welcome. Thanks for coming out with me, for sharing one with me. I just needed it.”

“You don’t have to explain it to me. No pianos close to us.” He said as he stood up and in front of her. “We have about half an hour before we have to be back upstairs. Any chance of a cup of coffee? I can feel my energy levels quickly fading.”

“Sure of course.” Robyn stood and once she was sure Taron was clear of the boot, slammed it closed, locking it. “You must be so tired.”

“Just like you.” He nodded as they walked together back toward the front door of the creche.

“Pretty tired.” She agreed, typing in the code for the creche. “You can sit in the office if you want while I make your coffee. No need for all the stares again.” Robyn was so concerned about her work colleagues and what they would say in front of Taron.

“I can handle them chicken. You have met my friends right?”

Robyn laughed a little as she opened the door, holding it open so he could walk in too. “True.” She closed the door and headed for the kitchen, hearing the light banter fade out as Taron followed her in. She went straight for the kettle and took it from its perch to fill it with water.

“We were just talking about the shitty weather. It is supposed to last until the middle of next week.” Lisa turned in her chair so she could look at Robyn. “And here we were thinking we could try and have a picnic outside next week for the kids.”

Taron leaned against the counter beside Robyn, waiting with her for the kettle to boil, glad to hear her friend keep the conversation going, trying to ease the slightly awkward atmosphere.

“Typical Irish summer.” Robyn agreed.

“I have been here before when the weather was beautiful though.” Taron said looking to Lisa. “Last September.”

The girls laughed a little, everyone speaking together. “Schools back.”

Taron looked to Robyn for some help, feeling he was definitely missing an inside joke. “When the schools start, the weather is always lovely. This is just normal June weather.” She turned when she heard the kettle click off. “Usual way?” She asked him reaching up to open the press and take a cup out.

“Please.” After Robyn closed the press, he raised his own hand to take a second cup out. “I think you need something warm.” He said. “Tea bags?” Robyn took some side steps to her right and opened another press, taking out the coffee jar and a tea bag, handing the bag to him. “Can I make you a cup?”

“Sure.”

She wasn’t going to argue with him, liking the idea of having something warm to drink and once she had filled both cups with the hot water, Taron made her tea while she sorted out his coffee. She walked to the fridge to grab the milk carton and when her back was turned, Taron took his opportunity to add two heaped spoons of sugar into the hot water in her cup, stirring it quickly. She would always take some sugar but not the amount he had put in but heeding the advice of the paramedic to give her something sweet, he added an extra spoon.

Robyn was so thankful to hear Lisa start the conversation back up again with the girls in the kitchen, talking about some TV series she had started to watch, finally the tense atmosphere lifting, and once beside Taron, she opened the milk and added some to his cup, handing the carton to Taron so he could pour some into her tea.

“Sugar?” She asked him.

“Please. Two.”

“Two?” She asked turning to him.

“Think I need the sugar.”

“Sure.”

Once both hot drinks were made, Robyn handed Taron his while she took her cup from him, the heat already soaking into her hands. Taron immediately took a sip of his coffee, his eyes closing with happiness.

“Perfect.” He nodded as he took another drink. He kept his eyes on Robyn as she took her own drink and was sure she noticed the extra sweetness to her tea but she never said anything.

“Wanna go sit?” She asked him.

“Please.” In other circumstances, Taron was sure he would have been very happy to sit and have a chat with Robyn’s work colleagues and friends but right now his brain just could not even begin to think about being on his guard with what he said or listen to giddiness. He was just too fatigued to have to concentrate so was very happy to move to Robyn’s office just to sit with her but when she walked past the office and down the hallway he was confused. “Robyn?”

“Trust me. I have a little secret hideaway.”

He followed her as she walked to the door at the end of the hallway and into another one of the playrooms, feeling even more confused when she continued to walk towards the two glass doors, opening one to head for the garden. She stood holding the door open for him and once he was outside, she closed it.

“I know I shouldn’t ask but the garden?”

“Hold my cup for a second.” Robyn handed him her cup and walked away from him to the garden shed.

Taron knew well he shouldn’t question her or sometimes the strange things she did without explaining herself but when she walked out of the shed with a blue check picnic blanket, he knew his over tiredness was really kicking in. The weather was just not right for an outdoor picnic. His eyes followed her as she made her way towards the small brown play house with yellow windows and a door and she bent her head to get inside and a minute later she came out.

“Wanna come inside?” She asked him smiling.

His smile grew and he walked to the house. “Really?”

“It is the one place we are guaranteed full privacy without prying eyes and listening ears.”

“And you think I will fit in here?”

“You fitted on the chair; you will fit in here. Come on in. Give me the cups.” Robyn took the two steaming cups from him and moved back, settling herself onto the picnic mat, leaning her back against the plastic wall.

Taron ducked his head and hunched down to get into the house, getting to his knees before he turned over to sit down and shuffled backwards.

“Were you born in a barn?” Robyn asked him.

“What?”

“You left the door open.”

Taron exhaled loudly and moved so he could close the door and then sat back beside her, accepting the cup. “Better?”

“Much.” Robyn took a sip from her tea, the liquid much too sweet for her but knew there had been a reason why he had asked her to make her tea, the reason the extra sugar in her cup. Needed for her shaking hands and dipped energy levels, Robyn took another drink.

“So secret hideaway?” Taron asked after he drank a long sip of his coffee. “Tell me how many times have you sat in here on a picnic blanket with all the windows and door closed.”

“Not once.” She replied. “Been in here with a pile of kids but this is a first.” She saw him grin. “So how is work?”

Taron turned so he could look at her. “Really Robyn, you were never one for small talk.” Biting her lower lip, she gave him a side glance. “Why don’t we just sit in that comfortable silence we always manage to sit in.” He lifted his right arm so he could wrap it around her shoulder, his cup in his left hand. “Plenty of time later and don’t tell me you are sorry. We have been there already this morning and it is something I know. I know you are.” He moved a little closer to her. “Drink your tea.”

“Ok.”

It was a nice and quiet fifteen minutes and when the rain started to fall and hit the roof of the playhouse, it made Robyn smile. It was one of her favourite sounds, though she had to admit it was more fun listening to the rain being cosy in her bed rather than a slightly windy and cold playhouse but at least there was some warmth coming from Taron.

“So, this is actually a pretty decent hideout. Keeps the rain out.” He said to her.

“We have used it before to shelter in during heavy rain showers when we are outside with the kids.”

“Could do with some central heating though.” Taron nudged her.

“Cold?”

“I am glad of the jumper.”

“Cosy bed waiting for us at home.” Robyn blushed bright pink. “I mean… Ah Jesus. It’s just contagious now.”

“I am not going to lie to you, I am excited for some sleep.” Taron, though feeling a quite beat in his heart at her words, chose to not linger on them.

“How is work?” She asked him again.

“It is really good. Long shoot last night. The scene was tricky and I didn’t know my lines very well so a lot of bumbling through it but like I said, Matthew was delighted with it.”

“I am so glad to hear that and you can get a good nights sleep tonight.” She added.

“And you too? Have you been having any more nightmares?” Taron moved so he could turn to look at her better.

“Not one.” She saw his face turn. “I promise. My nightmares have become day terrors instead but when I finished…” She swallowed the lump in her throat and started again. “When I finished the CPR, it wasn’t you under my hands but the mannequin. I have just been seeing you everywhere when I keep my eyes open, never mind asleep. I think maybe that might change now after this morning.”

“I sure hope so.”

“Me too.” Robyn tucked her hands under her arms. “Definitely could do with some heating in here.”

“I guess my electric blanket is not switched on properly.” Taron joked as he took his arm from around her shoulder and reached for her right hand, pulling it a little so her could get it out from under her hand and holding it in his two, rubbing it lightly to create some heat. “I saw you were wearing your bracelet.”

“I wear it all the time. I love it.” Robyn was so glad of Taron’s warm hands on her cold right one but figuring it was nearly time to head back inside she stopped his hands and checked his watch under his jumper. “We should make a move.”

“And leave our secret playhouse?” He chuckled.

“Has to be done I am afraid.”

“I like it in here.”

“I figured you would. I just wanted somewhere that we couldn’t be seen. The office was too close to the kitchen, the car was easy to see in and upstairs, well yeah not so much.”

“I get it chicken. It is hard enough being here at the training and knowing everyone is talking about you without you actually seeing them talk about you and me appearing suddenly has probably not helped that either.”

“I am very glad you did come. I don’t know if I told you that. So very glad.”

“I know.”

“I am sorry I didn’t…”

“And no Robyn. We are not going back there. I have told you many times, no more sorries and as much as you needed me here, I think I needed to be here too. It’s something we both needed. Now let’s head back inside and finish off this training.”

#Love #Friendship #CPR #Angst #Hurt #Emotions #Worry #Life Saving Skills #Training #Trust #Opening up #Talking #Acceptance #Life Lessons #Robyn and Taron

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mypersonmyg · 4 years

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Hey Danii! How are youu? Hope you're well! And oo as for the drabble request, I'v never done this before, so I dunno if there's a protocol or not but how about a NamjoonxReader drabble, where the reader is their new makeup artist and just as clumsy as Joon and so ends up poking his eye a little when she was doing his makeup? Just some humor, fluff, good ol comfort fic. Anywhoo, I hope you have a good day ahead 💖

Pairing: Namjoon x reader

WC: 1.7k

Genre: Fluff

Rating: pg

Warnings: None.

A/N: Aditi! Thank you for the request and sorry I took abnormally long to write it. I’ve been better, but I could worse, how are you?? I hope this is okay I have...never put on makeup in my life so there are very little logistics there (oops) but I hope other than that you enjoy it and it is fluffy and clumsy enough for you :)

You frown, eyeing your colleagues who chatter animatedly in your peripheral. The drag of your icy hands over the back of smooth leather being your only source of calm without the mumblings of reassurance you’d offered yourself on your way in. You envy the way no one else in the room seems to bother with nerves or take the time to double and triple check their station.

You felt thrust in a league where you didn’t belong, fresh faced and big eyed. It was a feeling only reserved for this moment, the time you’ve allotted to get your insecurities out of the way, because if you didn’t belong you wouldn't be here.

You raise your gaze from where it’d been situated against the expanse of white counter and glance to one side locking eyes with one of the other artists. She offers you a nod and an encouraging smile. You return the gesture, your eagerness nearly sending your freshly stocked case of brushes careening into the fragile mirror positioned against the outer edge of the counter.

“Don’t be so nervous, they’re so kind you’ll feel like you’re working with a friend. Namjoon can be very amicable, but don’t take offense if he doesn’t speak much, he likes to take some time to himself before a shoot.” The kind words settle in your mind, your nerves sated for the moment.

You shift the mirror inwards, your own clumsiness more than enough reason to save the object from falling to its demise. But you’ve bore witness to the clumsiness of the tall dimpled leader, his calming stature not nearly enough to assure you that you were safe from incident. Your ears pick up a commotion from the hall, your gut sending you to stand just to the right of your chair, a friendly smile naturally filling your cheeks.

Through the opened door, the seven members waltz in, all with varying degrees of temperament. None of them miss the chance to politely greet their staff, some sporting boyish smiles and others impish grins as they come to settle in their stools. Your station is the farthest away, Namjoon’s eyes already more focused on his phone than the path ahead of him. It’s clockwork the way the staff dodges and weaves around the gentle giant, his eyes rarely drifting from his screen.

A fraction of your mind is relieved that he seems to be preoccupied, the thought of having to hold any form of verbiage with him too daunting to consider. Namjoon lowers himself into the chair, his eyes scanning the groups schedule for the coming weeks. He paid little mind to what was happening around him, his lower half easily sliding into his usual stool at the far end of the room. He feels the cool hands of his stylist begin to prep his face, her skin much smoother than he remembered, the years of working in the industry leaving her with more calluses than Namjoon could count.

He lifts his head just as you move toward him, the edge of the brush you're grasping colliding with his cheek. Not only does the contents of the brush smudge against his skin, but the shock of his sudden movement sends you jolting back, the palate in your hand spilling to the ground.

"I'm so sorry!" Your mortification is evident in your tone and you duck down, aware of the eyes from the other stations around the room.

"Love the new look, hyung." Jeongguk snickers a few chairs away, Namjoon sending him a look.

You quickly gather up your mess, rising from the ground far more nervous than when you'd begun. You avoid the few eyes that remained, sneaking glances at your mortified state, and turn to Namjoon with a bow of your head.

"I'm so sorry, I wasn't watching what I was doing."

"No no, it was my fault. Please don't worry," you bring a wipe to his face, sliding the wet cloth along his cheeks while simultaneously attempting not to stand too close. "I just realized you're not my usual artist."

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I should have introduced myself," You're mentally scolding yourself for your lack of professionalism. But Namjoon is watching you with renewed intrigue. "I'm Y/n. If I don't get fired after today I'll be working with you from now on."

"So I'll be seeing a lot of you then, good." The words are spoken in finality and you smile, returning to the task at hand. Namjoon finds it hard to ignore the fragility with which you handle him and he frowns at the thought that he made you so nervous on your first day. He chooses to ignore the suggestive looks his members are sending him and glances at you in the mirror. “So you’re new here then?”

“Yes,” You answer politely, determined not to do anything to further your embarrassment.

“That’s great!” Namjoon’s words hold an overenthusiastic tint, the sheer volume making it borderline sarcastic. Not his intention, but he can see that you shrink into yourself just a little more. “I mean, you seem great. I’m glad to get to work with you or let you work on me.”

Your only response is a hum, focusing on your work in the hopes that Namjoon will opt to take this time for himself. He doesn’t pick his phone up anymore and you feel the slightest of tremors in your hand as he watches you. You avoid letting your eyes fall on the mirror where he intently observes your every move. His hand is placed just below his jaw and his dimples are at their peak. You’d venture to call it adorable were it not for the way your heart beat like the dropping of an anvil.

The space between the two of you decreases significantly when you move in to do the makeup around his eyes. You take a deep breath, not positive you’ll be able to take anymore when you’re that close to him. You try to ignore the way he continually tries to capture your gaze with his own, sure that he must just be toying with you at this point.

Your hands are busy working with the contours of his features, making sure that you’re choosing the right shades and mixtures. Namjoon can’t help the way he gets lost in your concentration, the way one corner of your mouth shifts to the side when you’re thinking, and the way your eyes are rapidly shifting to all corners of his face. He chuckles at your thorough avoidance, admiring your unyielding stance.

You shift back momentarily, turning your attention back to the plethora of makeup settled before you. You note the laughter coming from the other artists and members around the room and despite your earlier relief you feel a tinge of jealousy at the ease with which they converse.

“I’m sorry if I offended you with my comment.” You’re caught off guard by Namjoon’s deep timber and you turn to him with a tilt of your head. “I didn’t mean anything by it. I am genuinely glad to meet you.”

He wasn’t lying. A part of him was grateful that his previous stylist had been moved to a different position. His unprecedented interest in the woman before him reason enough for him to sit in makeup for what felt like hours.

“Well I did kind of smear makeup all over you, so no hard feelings.” You offer him a smile once more leaning in, brush placed before his eye.

“Also my fault, but thank you.” Namjoon slides his eyes over the station next to his to find the maknaes sending him nods of encouragement and thumbs of approval. He sighs, his attention returning to your thoughtful gaze. “I think we should talk after this.”

“What?” You lose pace, your hand jumping at the most inopportune of times and the tool in your hand jabs straight into Namjoon’s eye. “Oh my god.”

You back away, hands coming to cover your face. They drop almost immediately and you grab a hold of Namjoon’s plump cheeks and look into his eyes. When he said talk you were sure that he wanted to dismiss you in a more private setting, your actions thus far only cementing the idea that perhaps you didn’t belong here. You trace a thumb around the outer edge of his eye, catching a stray tear from the impact.

“God, I might as well just stop apologizing at this point. Are you okay?” You ignore the pounding in your heart and the way your hands begin to clam up. Any attraction you have to the man before you is completely inappropriate given the current circumstance. “I’ll get someone else to finish up.”

“No, please.” His hands lightly grasp your wrists to hold you in place. “I didn’t mean to catch you off guard, the question was very inappropriate if me”

“Inappropriate? You’re kind of my boss, you’re allowed to talk to me about my job performance. It hasn’t been all that great so far.”

“Job performance? Oh no, you misunderstood.” Namjoon becomes flustered, his dimples expanding ten fold as he pulls away lowering his head. You look around to see that the room has cleared since you last checked, and you inwardly groan, adding tardiness to your growing list of failures.

“We should get you finished, everyone else is already gone. I don’t want to get either of us in any trouble.”

“Sure, but can I try this again?” You pause, brush poised between your fingers and no intent to cause anymore injuries.

“Um...okay.”

“I know we literally just met, but I would love it if you would accompany me to dinner sometime.” You nearly lose all function, the words he had spoken being the last thing you expected to hear slip past his lips. Namjoon takes your pause as response enough, his hand swiping over the nape of his neck, irritated by the sudden heat of his nerves.

“I would love to.” You smile at the wide eyed look on his face, your confidence raising an iota as you get back to finishing his face. Namjoon slides his stress dampened hands against his pants and sighs in relief. “But maybe we could go somewhere that neither of us run the risk of breaking anything...or anyone.”

“Aw, but what’s the fun in that?”

Maybe you’re not so bad at your job after all.

#bangtanhq #bangtanidx #ficswithluv #bangtanarmynet #btswriterscollective #drabble #namjoon x reader #ditttiii

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andtheyweredeskmates · 4 years

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Of Latte’s and Lingerie: MLBCN Coffee Shop AU

A part two to this fic I posted. Bc of quarantine I’ve been getting back into creating content like fanart and fics so I thought I’d actually do something with this instead of let it sit in a folder collecting dust.

Quick Warning: For now I’m gonna say this is rated T for Teen and Up for language(I’m sorry I’m so vulgar and it translates a lot in my writing. my bf says its the russian in me) but if that changes I’ll be sure to post that in any future updates.

Also I still really want to hear feedback on this because I’ve never really pursued fics and I’m always here for constructive criticism. Also if I feel like nobody likes it, for obvious reasons I’m probably not gonna do anything with it. Anywhoo, thanks for reading! Hope you enjoy!

“What’s his name?”

Nino scratched his head.

“Uh, I dunno dude, it’s a cat.”

“Cat’s have names too ya know.” Adrien rolled his eyes.

“What is he eating?’

“Cheese! Its kinda all I have in my fridge right now.” Adrien got a little closer to the ravenous black cat, that was absolutely devouring the piece of camembert in front of him.

“Nino, do you know anything about cats.”

“No! It’s not like I’ve ever had one before. That’s why I texted you.” Adrien was able to scratch the little black cat behind the ears and he felt it purr. He smiled.

“Ill take him home with. I’ve been wanting to adopt a cat for ages.” That wasn’t entirely a lie. Adrien had been wanting a cat. But he’d never actually considered the possiblity of owning one. He’donly just got his own place and Adrien was still discovering all the possiblities of freedom when you lived on your own.

“Better you than me, you know I can’t take care of myself, let alone a whole other animal.” Adrien laughed.

“No kidding. Who only keeps cheese in their fridge?”

….

The whole way home Adrien’s eyes flashed to the little black cat that slept in his back seat. He couldn’t believe it was so calm. He was positive that most cats didn’t act like that, specifically around strangers.

He was subconciously brushing his hair out of his eyes, He wondered what it wouls be like if he cut it all off. He’s positive that would be the final straw for his father. He’d actually kill Adrien.

Adrien’s thoughts were everywhere. Before he knew it he was home, with no recollection of the journey. He was a little on edge since he’d told his father he wanted to quit modeling. For obvious reasons, Gabriel Agreste did not take it very well. But Adrien had prepared. He saved the hell out of his money, found a new place to live, a job as an interpreter at a non profit organization, and gathered all of his belongings. At least, the ones that mattered. He made sure there was nothing left for Gabriel to hold over his head.

“I’m an adult, father. I have a degree that I’d actually like to use. I know you mean well but it’s time for me to do what’s right for me. Your ambitions aren’t mine.”

The discussion ended with some choice words that weren’t worth repeating, Adrien didn’t like being on bad terms with his dad but for once in his life he was free to do whatever the hell he wanted and he was gonna take advantage of that.

He started small. There was suddenly a whole new world of food and Adrien would be damned if he didn’t eat it all. He was no longer limited to black coffee and protein shakes. He could finally gorge himself on pastries and sugar loaded frappuccino’s. God he was such a whore for a good mocha frappuccino. And Dunn’s knew exactly what was up when it came to a good mocha frappe. Loaded with chocolate and love and more chocolate.

Adrien was happy. But it didn’t mean that there wasn’t that nagging voice in his head, screaming that he needed to please his father. Adrien’s anxiety had been creeping up on him for weeks, ever since he’d moved out of his father’s home and it was starting to hit him like a fucking train. Maybe he needed to go to therapy.

Adrien was pulled out of his thoughts by the meowing cat in the back seat. And just like that, Adrien’s worries were drifting away.

“I think I’ll call you Plagg. What do you say to that?” The cat said nothing, and Adrien took it as approval.

“C’mon Plagg, lets get something to eat.”

…

“I’m so sorry Audrey, I don’t know how that happened.” Marinette was very stressed out. Actually, “very stressed out” didn’t even cut it. Marinette was on the verge of a goddamn heart attack. Audrey Bourgeois was easily the most difficult person to work for on the planet and she did not accept anything less than perfection. But luckily, Marinette’s work exceeded expectations in every capacity, which meant that she wasn’t going to be fired. Not today at least.

“It wasn’t your fault. But I swear on my Versace sunglasses Marinette Dupain-Cheng if you don’t find a new assistant, I’m going to fire your whole team. Do I make myself clear? You’re a professional now. Every detail matters. And not just in the clothes.” Marinette nodded her head.

“Of course!” Audrey’s eyes lingered on Marinette’s for a moment before she turned back to the line of lingerie that Marinette had slaved over.

“These pieces really are magnificent.” Audrey mumbled, her fingers ghosting over the fabric.

“You know my daughter may be modeling one.” Marinette nodded.

“I’m sure she’ll look great ma’am.”

“Have you ever met my Chloe? She’s about your age Marinette.” Marinette shook her head.

“Oh no ma’am, I don’t think so.” Audrey laughed for a moment.

“I’m sure you’ll despise her. She’s a lot like me.” Marinette’s eyes nearly bulge out of her head.

“Oh, Audrey if she’s anything like you, I’m sure she’s great! Really.”

“It’s all right Marinette, I know who I am. I’ve been a bitch since I came out of the womb. But that’s what makes a businesswoman my dear. You really ought to take note if you want to own your own business one day.” Marinette scoffed internally. As if. Marinette didn’t even know how she was going to fire her assistant, let alone manage an entire company. Marinette knew who she was too. She didn’t have what it took to be a businesswoman. But she had what it took to be a fashion designer. So she was happy to be working at a major company, even if she did work for a bitch.

“Marinette I’m sure you’re exhausted. Feel free to go home. Now that we have this whole fiasco figured out.” Marinette sighed and nodded her head. She felt a little dead inside. Her exhaustion had hit peak levels and she couldn’t believe she let Tim talk her into Hot Chocolate. How naïve to think that something wouldn’t go wrong and keep her from her appointment with her pillow. Her very soft, comfy pillow. Marinette had never been more motivated to leave the office in her life.

When she got home, Marinette heard the purring at the door. She gave her little ginger kitty a soft smile and reached down to pick her up, nuzzling her face.

“Come on Tikki, let’s go to bed.”

Next Chapter

#mlbcn #mlb #mlb fanfic #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #coffee shop au #miraculous ladybug #tw: language #tw: swearing #my fanfiction #my fic

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necrokittytales · 5 years

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Necrokitty Tales: Trouble in Inkwell Isle (Chapter 26)

Authors’ note: Necrida’s writing will be in italics and SPKC’s writing with be regular font.If you have no idea what this roleplaying thing is, you can start from the beginning here.

THIS HAS SOME VERY NSFW PARTS AND YOU KNOW YOU WANNA READ IT! :D

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Finally, Cagney and Amber reached the cells, although definitely not without some hiccups. Huge walls of cement in the same shape of the geometrical structure as the rest of the hive as they were brought to the jail cells. The guards released their cuffs and locked them into cells adjacent to each other.

“You will remain here until our gracious Queen Honeybottoms decides what to do with you,” one of the guards explained before they left.

Cries of laments and begging from other prisoners filled the air. In front of their cells was an old bearded bee locked in as well. He looked at them curiously, noticing they were covered in honey. When the guards finally left, he asked in a shaky voice. “Stealing royal jelly? Ha! You must have a death wish.”

Cagney crossed his arms. “Apparently! Nothing but rotten luck since I crossed paths with this cat. And she’s not even a black cat-what are you doing?” He looked over at Amber.

Amber froze mid lick of her inner thigh and glared at him. “Taking a bath! Can’t a girl get a little privacy?!”

Cagney turned bright red and looked away awkwardly back toward the bearded bee. “So that death thing…how often does that actually happen? I don’t remember Rumor being so… violent.”

The old bee turned red as well and looked away from Amber, trying to focus on the carnation’s question. “Oh! Uh, well, she’s always been a bit intense, specially after the whole deal with the Devil. But from what I’ve heard, she’s kinda coo-coo now.”

“She’s insane….” A voice came from above the old man’s cell. It was younger bee, and he looked scared. “It was my first day as a servant, and I entered her chambers to clean up. She-she was at her desk, surrounded by books and she was so furious…It’s been three weeks since she locked me in here! I was just going to change her sheets! How is that a crime?!”

Even Cagney had to admit, that sounded a little severe for Rumor. “Oh, well, yeah I guess that’s a bit weird.” Rumor was a bit strict but he expected all members of royalty had to be like that. He jokingly thought to himself that maybe the bee had caught her doing something illicit with another bee. However, the bee royalty did seem to be on the prudish side and he doubted it. “Do we get a trial or anything?”

The old bee burst into laughter. “A trial he says! Hahaha!” He wiped his tears. “I’ve been waiting for my ‘trial’ for thirty years now, boy!”

“What!?” The younger bee exclaimed, surprised, holding onto the bars of his cell. “ But… we all have the right for a fair trial! It wont be long now ‘till I get mine.”

“Keep telling yourself that, kid. Dreaming is free… for now.”

At that moment a couple of guards flew in towards the young bee’s cage.

“Neddie Nibley, you’ve been accepted into the Royal Reforming Program of our gracious Queen Honeybottoms. You will now be escorted to your new chambers at the reformation camp.”

The little bee tried to process what they were explaining him. “Uh…w…what about my trial?” He asked confused, but the guards ignored him and cuffed him, roughly taking him out of his cell and escorting him out of the prison.

The old bee sighed and laid down on his wax bed.

Cagney had a bad feeling in his gut at this but decided to shrug it off and start wiping the honey off. Maybe once he had a chance to talk with her about this, he could clear the air. He glanced over at the cat and groaned. “For Gods sake, are you done yet?”

Amber giggled but secretly continued to scope out her jail cell as she over dramatically groomed herself. There had to be a way out. Every cell had its weakness.

After a while the female bee guard returned and stopped in front of Cagney’s cell.

“Cagney Carnation, you have been summoned by our beloved Queen Honeybottoms.” She opened the cell and signaled him to come out. “I will escort you to her office.”

The old bee looked curious.

Cagney cocked his head at her. “Uh yeah, sure. Thanks.” He followed the bee down the hallway. He realized what the guard had said as he stepped out of his cell. “Office? Don’t you mean her throne room or something?”

The guard smirked, feeling the nervousness in the flower. “I know what I said. She probably wants to kill you personally, you know, for old time’s sake.”

They passed a few doors before reaching the elevator. The guard tried not to get too close to the sticky carnation, and pressed the button for the highest floor, 127.

The elevator’s doors opened revealing a tall golden hallway decorated with columns and paintings of the past Queens. At the end, there was a beautifully carved wooden door. The guard knocked.

“My Queen, I brought you Cagney Carnation.” There was a noise at the door, as if several locks were being removed.

“Let him in, you’re dismissed.” Rumor’s severe voice could be heard through the door.

“Yes, my Queen.” The guard opened the door for the flower and as soon as he passed she closed it behind him.

Rumor’s office was round and as golden as honey could be. The floor was covered in a soft red carpet and the walls were tall, decorated with paintings and pictures of members of royalty, antiquities and other artifacts Cagney couldn’t recognize. There was only one huge window and siting in front of it, on a tasteful wooden desk, was Rumor, surrounded by towers of books and papers. There was a door on the right of the office. If Cagney had to guess, it was probably Rumor’s chambers. Her personal chambers,

The Queen lifted her eyes from the documents she was reading and looked up and down at Cagney. She didn’t show it, but she was delighted to see him, especially covered in royal jelly.

Ever since she met him in high school, Rumor had felt an attraction towards him. At first she thought it was an instinctive attraction, him being a flower and her a bee. But as years passed by, she got to know him better, and to her misfortune, she found herself falling hard for the carnation. If Hilda wasn’t around, she liked to think she might have had a chance with him.

When she had to leave high school to start her royal education, she lost touch with Cagney. Fortunately, when she was finally Queen of the hive, she immediately started a business relationship with him. Not only his flowers were exceptional quality, but that allowed her to have a perfect excuse to see him.

She cleared her throat and placed some papers back to their folder. “Why are you covered in my priceless royal jelly, Cagney?”

Cagney was really hoping she wasn’t going to ask that question, but it was kind of impossible not to expect her to do so, considering he indeed was coated in the stuff. He clasped his hands together. “Yeah, funny story about that. See, I was actually coming to see you about something totally unrelated to this. When I passed by the docks, I got into a fight. Unprovoked, by the way,” he casually explained.

“Anywhoo, one thing led to another and I threw a bitch-uh assailant at a box and we got smeared with the stuff….your majesty,” he quickly added, remembering that Rumor was a Queen after all.

It was a bit surreal to see her like this. He hadn’t really spoke with her on a personal level since high school. And when she came and offered to do business, he wasn’t exactly sure how to interact with her and ended up resorting to his normal brash gruffness. Which still landed him the contract much to his smug delight and Hilda’s bewilderment.

He waited to see if Rumor believed the story.

Rumor had to do extra effort not to smile at the flower. She found him adorable trying to talk in a politically correct way.

She raised an eyebrow, not fully believing his version of the facts, for she just read a detailed report of the situation in which they where found. And it seemed the adorable flower was the main reason of the incident. “I take it that the assailant is the cat we caught with you.” She looked back at the report. “Who is she?”

Cagney had to bite his long tongue not to blurt out the first profanity he could think of. Instead, he shrugged. “I don’t know, some cat burglar from the first isle maybe.”

“Burglar?” She couldn’t hold her smile. The cat would be a great subject for her reforming program. “I see.” She pressed her hands together. “You mentioned earlier you wanted to see me for something else. If its not urgent, I would suggest you go clean up at one of the guest chambers, and we can talk afterwards.” It sounded more like an order than a offer. She pressed a button on her desk to call service.

Cagney abruptly reached forward and put a green sticky hand on hers, physically preventing Rumor from completely pressing down the button to give the order. “Uh, actually, well it kinda is…”

The look she gave him, which he could only interpret as barely repressed lethality, made him realize that touching her at all was probably a pretty severe line to cross and retracted his hand before he could lose it.

He backpedaled especially as he saw he dripped some jelly honey on her desk. “Actually, maybe it’s not so urgent, just like a favor but you’re right i should go clean up first…”

The unexpected contact took Rumor by surprise. “How dare y~!” But she managed to keep her cool. It was obvious he didn’t know anything about protocol. And she realized she liked that.

She was tired of all those endless rules and manners that everybody had to keep in mind if they had the chance to speak to her. But Cagney didn’t know half of it. He was a wild flower. Her memories of those teenage years flew back to her mind, reviving the flame of her feelings for the carnation.

For a moment, she got lost in her thoughts and unconsciously she licked the honey from her fingers. When she realized what she was doing, she hid her hand and blushed heavily, looking at Cagney, hoping he wouldn’t make any comment about it. She cleared her throat and tried her best to keep a poker face.

“I-it seems important…we should talk about it now.” She offered him to sit with a motion of her still honey covered hand. “Don’t worry for the mess, I’ll call somebody to clean up later.”

The fact that Rumor was still willing to listen after he dripped honey all over her desk was a humongous relief. He was more wrapped up in the realization that he didn’t just screw everything up to notice her slight indiscretion. He took a seat and began to try to explain.

“So, a couple days ago, the observatory on the first isle was broken into. There was a lot of damage. The worst part is, the dome got broken. You know, the big glass lens that Hilda uses to show people planets and stuff?”

Cagney was choosing his words as carefully as he could, not wanting to indict himself further than he already had. When Rumor slightly nodded to indicate she understood, he continued. “It was insane how hard it was to even get the dome in the first place, but now we’re trying to rebuild it and we definitely don’t have the materials to do that.”

He swallowed. “I guess that brings me to why I’m here. Other than the folks at the casino, you’re the only one who has the cash to fund the observatory’s repair. And well, none of us are going back there after what happened, so I came to ask if you’d be willing to loan the money needed to fix the observatory.”

She was very quiet after this and he cleared his throat. “I don’t got a lot of collateral I admit, but I’m willing to do anything - make more pollen, clean up the mess, be nicer to the worker bees, whatever you want.”

Her eye twitched at the mention of Hilda’s name. After all this years, he was still hanging with her even though she didn’t show any signs of being interested in him. It was as if she was using him for moral boost, a simple toy to play with when ever she was bored. Rumor despised Hilda for it.

She looked at the spell books next to her with an air of satisfaction. From what Cagney was telling her, her spells might be doing their effects. Everything precious to the sky witch was crumbling in front of her, and there was nothing she could do… But Cagney! He was willing to do it for her. 'Dumb carnation! Can’t he see she’s using you!’ The bee thought to herself with an angry sigh.

When the flower finished explaining his problem and what he needed from her, she felt a knot in her throat. So that was it, he needed money to build what she tried to destroy. Looked like their relationship was bound to be a professional one, and nothing more.

Dark thoughts started to fill the Queen’s mind. If that horrible witch wanted to use Cagney for her own benefit, then why not take advantage of it? Maybe that’s what Cagney found so attractive in Hilda. She could order him around, and he would gladly obey. Well, she could give orders, what was better than a Queen in giving orders.

She hoped by forcing him to do her will, he would realize Hilda wasn’t worth the trouble and he would be free from her once and for all. She looked at the honey on her hand with a smirk. “Hmm. That is a lot of money, Cagney. I’m going to need a little more…convincing.” She slowly licked the honey at the back of her hand and looked at him to check if he understood what she was suggesting.

A sexual proposition would surely dissuade the carnation, and Hilda would have to find a new errand boy, or better yet, leave the isles.

Cagney stared blankly back at the Queen as he watched her lick her own hand. More convincing? What else could he do? He glanced around. “Did you want me to get you a towel or somethin?” He asked.

Rumor blinked unbelieving. Maybe she wasn’t being as clear as she thought. She sighed and stood up, walking sensually towards the flower and leaning on her desk. She slowly ran a finger along one of his honey covered petals.

“I meant. What arguments do you have to make me more…inclined…to give you what you need?” She sensually sucked the honey from her finger.

The flower suppressed the shiver that ran through his stem. He tried to focus on her words. Arguments? was she asking him for evidence or debating material? Wasn’t really good at that. Mostly he just yelled at something until it either went away or he threw something at it to make it go away.

He subconsciously pulled the petal she touched. “I don’t know, uh, please?” He groaned. “Shit, I didn’t really think this through,” he admitted, “Do you want like data or something? Like, how many kids go to the observatory a year something?”

He couldn’t help but have an awkward chuckle at his situation. “Probably should have gotten information like that. I kind of just hurried over here. Hell, I was such in a rush I didn’t even tell anyone where I was going, so if you want something like that, give me a few days to go back and figure it out.“

Rumor raised an eyebrow, confused, dropping her sexy act. "What do you mean? Hilda didn’t ask you to come here her behalf?”

“What? No,” he scoffed. “Hilda is way pissed off at the universe at the moment. This was my own idea… Well…not the dock thing, and again, sorry for that even though it totally wasn’t my fault.”

The bee backed a little from the flower, trying to make sense of it all. “So you’re selflessly willing to go into serious debt to help HER? Are you together?” She finally dared to ask, although she was terrified of the answer.

He remembered Hilda’s words before shaking his head. “No, we’re not. In fact, I’m the one who broke the dome…” He figured he might as well come clean with the bee. She seemed reasonable enough

Rumor couldn’t help but feel relieved by the answer, but notice the sadness in his tone and felt a bit bad for him. “I thought you said someone broke in. Did you guys argue again, like you used to?” She knew how bad tempered they both were. In high school, they would get in stupid arguments that almost always ended with something broken, or somebody, besides them, getting hurt. “Old habits die hard, uh?” She crossed her arms.

She looked at the honey covered flower imagining how amazing it would feel to jump on him right now and make him forget all about the sky witch.

Cagney grimaced. “Well, it didn’t help things that’s for sure. We did fight. And that was pretty messy. We’re back to being friends at least but yeah, nothing else. Figure the least I can do is try to fix the dome?” He asked hopefully

She frowned at him. She wondered how far was he willing to go to help that witch. “I can’t believe you’re still friends. After all your fights, I don’t think I ever saw her apologizing to you. It was always you who had to go after her.” She crossed her arms and looked at the flower serious. “You want to do business?” She smirked. “Let’s do business. I want you to triple your pollen supply.” She waited for his answer.

Cagney started to argue with her that this wasn’t always the case. “Well, I mean, sometimes Hilda does bring me…wait, t-triple my pollen delivery? Are you insane?” He realized, his eyes widening. When Rumor’s gaze didn’t break, he started to think about it. He’d pretty much have to work from sunrise to sunset nonstop. He would be burnt out in no time.

Perhaps he could ask some of the gardening students from the school for help. They had been hassling him for the chance of an internship and he had been violently rejecting the offer. He settled down. He could play nice for Hilda’s sake. “I think I could do that,” he finally nodded, “Is that it?”

The corner of the bee’s mouth twitched. It was insane for him to accept that. “So you will work three times as hard for a woman who only cares about you when somebody else is interested. That’s why you didn’t tell her you where coming here. You knew she would overreact.” She would have to push harder. “You will also repay the Royal Jelly you made me lose in public service hours.”

Cagney grit his teeth and felt them threaten to turn sharp but he exhaled quickly instead, forcing them to remain dull. He wrecked the jelly, and from what he remembered, it was something that only Rumor was capable of producing. Hence her royal status and the reason it was so expensive.

“Fine,” he grunted. “What did you have in mind for the public service?”

“Well, for starters you will clean up your mess. Including the cells you and your friend were in.” She could see how he was starting to realize her demands were being too much. She smirked at him.

Cagney realized “friend” referred to Amber and he scowled. “I’m not going to even try to take a sponge to the cat unless she takes a break on that whole licking herself thing. Who just licks themself?!” He saw her continue to smirk. “Fine. Hope that flea bag likes a hose.”

She leaned in. “For how long are you going to follow her, Cagney? She’s obviously not interested in you. Just last night, my workers saw Beppi going to Hilda’s place, and this morning they were leaving together. It doesn’t take a genius to see they spent the night together.” She paid attention to his reaction. Hopefully that would be enough to dissuade him from helping her.

He calmed down as she continued to speak about Hilda. The flower was starting to feel his resolve shake as Rumor continued to point out the glaring flaws in his relationship with Hilda. He thought back to the night of the date, where Hilda admitted she was jealous. It was only then that things progressed further, only for her to practically mock him mid coitus about the likelihood of a romantic future between them..

The thing with Beppi made him break out into a wide smile. “Now as far as Beppi goes, I actually had him go to Hilda. He’s supposed to keep her somewhat sane or at least give her some relief if she snaps and has to attack someone!” The carnation chuckled. “So unless you got something else about those two I’m not aware of, I can tackle thing that cleaning stuff!”

'Dang, that last one backfired.’ The Queen thought to herself. She couldn’t believe what he was willing to do for that manipulative bit~witch. Time to get out the big guns. She would present him with an indecent proposition. One he would definitely refuse, and the deal would be off.

She slid onto her desk, getting closer to the carnation, with a malicious smile and hungry eyes. “Well aren’t you sweet? Worrying so much for somebody who only cares about you when boredom strikes. It warms my heart.” She put a hand on her chest. “I’ll help you, Cagney., IF you can meet all my demands: triple your pollen supply, public service hours until you pay your debt, and… .” She drew closer to his face. “Satisfy me,” she almost whispered. “Make me feel the biggest, most intense orgasm of my life.” It was really hard to keep a straight face saying this, but she was confident he would run out that door as soon as he processed the info.

Cagney nodded at the first two requirements. Although they would suck, it was something he ultimately would be able to pull off. Granted, not without a lot of pent-up rage, but it was technically doable.

“How long do I have to triple…?” Rumor’s last demand hit him right in the chest and his jaw dropped. “Wait, what?! Is that a joke?” He stammered. There was no way she was serious. He looked at closer and nervously chuckled. “Y-you’re screwing with me right now, right?”

The Queen smirked at him. Her plan worked. “I guess there’s no deal then. Hilda will have to find another puppet~way! Another WAY to finance her observatory! It has been nice seeing you, Cagney. You can use the guest rooms bathroom to clean up before you leave,” she said, extending a hand, showing the door.

That puppet comment really stung and he felt a few thorns slip out. He wasn’t a puppet. This was HIS idea to make up for what he and the universe had accidentally done to destroy her life. And it’s not like Rumor wasn’t attractive or nuthin.

He could have slapped himself. No, what was he thinking?! He couldn’t do that to Hilda…could he? She would never want anything more than a friendship with him if she saw he would stoop this low to even considering sleeping with the royal Queen. It was pretty much cheating-If they actually had a relationship and a mutual attraction, he realized.

Rumor’s words made him angry, sure, but they were starting to feel true the longer she looked at him. Hilda wouldn’t have even gone as far as she did on their date night if she hadn’t been jealous of Isabella. And when they actually were having sex, the way she emphasized that this was a one-time thing, to enjoy it while he could, it made him feel kind of like a dog getting a treat for “being a good boy.”

Yet, despite all of that, he was still crushing on her. It was kind of pathetic. And one of the things he wanted most was for her to be happy…and maybe fall down the stairs of her repaired observatory while he got to watch. That would be pretty fucking funny. Plus, this might be one of the few things he would have to do that could be enjoyable, he noted, checking out Rumor’s thick but curvaceous frame.

Cagney leaned back in his chair, looking disinterested despite the fact he was freaking out. “I was just wondering if you were joking because you only wanted ONE, but I guess not. Haven’t had anyone take care of you in a while, huh?” he scoffed, trying to appear fine with this.

The Queen blushed and blinked in surprise. “E-excuse me?” As a proud Queen, she never showed weakness to the lower class, so she immediately recovered from the unexpected answer, clearing her throat.

“My personal life it’s none of your bees wax!!” She was really bothered by his comment, not because it was rude, but because it was true. It was hard to find time for that when you had a hive of incompetents to run. “And I have to warn you, I’m very hard to please!” She declared proudly. “Are you really that confident in your skills that you think you can satisfy a Queen?” She was full of royal confidence. He wasn’t talking seriously… was he? Her inner teenager secretly hoped he was.

He caught sight of her brief weakness and realized he had a shot. He grinned, his teeth a bit sharper. “Why don’t I go clean this stuff off and then you can show me how to make a bee buzz?” He said, gesturing to the royal jelly still coating his body.

Cagney was already very nice to look at, but covered in royal jelly really made the Queen melt. She felt the familiar tingling sensation between her thighs, and bit her lip to not lose it and jump on him. She had to stay strong. He was bluffing! He was in love with the blimp, he wasn’t gonna go through with this. He was obviously testing her.

She pointed at her chamber’s door on the side of the office with a shaky hand. “T-there’s a shower in my chambers…” She tried to keep her confidence but the view of the honey dripping from the carnation’s petals made it very difficult and her voice came out as shaky as her hand.

Her voice continuing to waver, spurred him on in this show of bravado. He took her hand that was pointing to her chambers, letting a few drops of honey fall on her fingers before wrapping his tongue around them and and sucking the honey off them slowly.

Only once he was done did he wink at her. “Can you show me where that is exactly?”

Rumor was as red as a tomato. The tingling feeling was now a bell sending waves all throughout her body. Her brain was no longer in control of her body and, as if it was an order, she took Cagney to her room without letting go of his hand.

To the surprise of the carnation, the room was a beautiful Arabian garden. Soft grass covered the floor, small bushes and flowers were carefully planted to create a harmony. And in the middle of the room, right in front of a gorgeous, curtain covered bed, was a fountain, set on floor level, as big as a small pond, filled with crystal water and lotus flowers.

'Cagney Carnation is in my room! OMG OMG OMG!’ Rumor’s teenage girl was yelling like a fan girl inside her head. With an even more shaky hand, she pointed at the fountain in the middle of the room to show the flower where he could clean himself.

Cagney was impressed by the state of the garden. It was beautifully well-maintained and as his leafed feet touched the soil, his petals flared happily. The city was no place for a big flower so it was indeed a welcome surprise to be brought here. There’s was only so much his body was capable of without access to the soil, but this would do just nicely for what he had in mind.

He looked eagerly at the waterfall. He was pretty dehydrated from picking fights in ports and getting arrested. He glanced at Rumor. “You planning on watching me while I wash off?”

Cagney’s question brought Rumor back from her thoughts. She let go of his hand and she shook her head. “Oh!” She thought this might just be part of his game. He knew she was bluffing so he was testing how far she was willing to go. 'Ok, the finger licking was very convincing, but he won’t dare to bath in front of me’. She thought eyeing the flower.

“This ARE my chambers, Cagney. No-one is in here unless I’m present.” She said with a bit more confidence, crossing her arms.

Cagney shrugged. “All right, fine by me.”

Considering he was already naked, he was hardly fazed when he entered the fountain in front of the Queen bee, rinsing himself. That honey stuff was sticky, but he was able to eventually scrape it off. He finished his wash, taking a long drink from the fountain, before stepping out and shaking himself dry.

He gave her a sly grin. “So, got anything you don’t want me to do? I know it might be hard to think about if you haven’t done it in forever, but just thought I’d ask.”

Although it wasn’t very sensual, the Queen still enjoyed watching him scrub the sticky substance from his sturdy stem and delicate petals, although she didn’t like at all when he dried himself like a dog, splashing her royal clothes. She wiped some drops from her face and looked at Cagney angrily. He was having a blast, she thought, humiliating her like this. She was a Queen and he acted and spoke to her like she was a nobody!

'Why do I find that so attractive?’ She couldn’t help ask herself, blushing with both embarrassment and anger at the flower’s comment.

“Very nice of you….” She replied angrily. “Number one: you will obey me. When I tell you to stop, you WILL stop. This shouldn’t be a problem, since you have a lot of practice following Miss Berg’s orders.” She grinned. Maybe she could rile him up enough to make him drop his act.

Cagney humorlessly chuckled and approached her until he was to his full height over her, prompting her to step back. “Heh, do you know why she calls me a stubborn weed?” He asked as he rooted himself. Before she could respond, he had wrapped an arm around her and drew her against his rough stem. “Because I ain’t good at following orders.” And with that, his mouth crashed against hers with a quiet growl.

Rumor buzzed her wings in surprise, trying to get out of his grip. Since she couldn’t release her arm to slap him, she kicked him on the bottom of his stem, making the flower release her mouth but not his grip. “How dare you!?” She yelled, even though she found this very arousing, “I could have you killed for this!”

Cagney hissed painfully at the unexpected kick. He glared at her and let her go. “Okay, YOUR MAJESTY,” he grumbled, “What do you want me to do?”

She rubbed her arms where Cagney held her and stepped back. Her heart was beating so hard in her chest, she never felt like this before…being handled roughly, getting a kiss stolen… Adrenaline and arousal was rushing through her body, clouding her judgment.

Still, lingering doubts continued to ebb at her and she stared at him, confused. “You really would sleep with me just to help her? Do you even like me!?”

“Of course I don-” Cagney stopped mid-speech. If he told Rumor he didn’t like her like THAT, then what would happen? That would probably crush her. She’d kick him out and then the observatory might be forever domeless. If Rumor didn’t go on a murder sting spree. So Cagney decided to rethink his previous outburst.

Rumor was hot. Flowers naturally found bees attractive, so that wasn’t the issue. Cagney decided to go with that. “Of course I don’t-wouldn’t do it for that! I like you,” he explained. Besides, he’s thought, as he waited for her response, there’s no way that Rumor actually liked him like that or something. This just had to be one of those weird royal power things monarchies did.

“Y-you do?” The bee gave him an skeptical look. “You…find me attractive?” She needed to hear it again, even if he was lying. It felt really good to hear him say it. She had waited for so long to hear him say something like that to her.

Ah, he smiled, now that one he could definitely answer (fairly) truthfully. “You’re pretty hot,” he reassured her, wrapping a leaf around her waist and drawing her close to him again to emphasize the point, “Ya know, when you’re not hitting me,” he added.

Rumor’s wings buzzed at the touch, but this time she didn’t fight back, allowing him to pull her closer. She was still unsure as she studied him. Her bee vision allowed her to see the special UV markings in his petals, inviting her to get even closer to him. This, combined with his sassy personality, made him irresistible to her. She couldn’t hold it any longer. If she didn’t do anything now, she would forever regret it.

She gently pulled his petals and kissed him passionately. “Oh, Cagney! I’ve been wanting this for sooo long!” She kept kissing him and caressed the sensitive spots on his petals.

A warning bell went off in his head at those words but he quickly theorized she was referring to sex. His mind went blank and couldn’t stifle the pleasured groan that fell from him as she petted the sensitive parts of his petals.

The bee knew exactly where to touch and very soon he found himself wriggling needfully against her. His hands stumbled, trying to find a sensitive spot on Rumor’s chest before he just ran his long tongue along the sides of her neck.

The bee moaned between his arms, surrendering completely to his touch. To help him out, she unbuttoned her striped dress, exposing her generous bosom. She pressed herself more against him, enjoying the attention the tongue was giving her, and lowering her hand to caress his stem. “What do you like about me?” She managed to ask, blushing heavily and petting his sensitive spots, as if she was trying to motivate his answer.

Cagney tried not to pant but Rumor was too determined in her attentions that the carnation could only hang his head. He realized she had partially disrobed, and quickly seized upon her chest, kneading the thick skin between his fingers. “Well, definitely this,” he lewdly purred, nipping down her neck toward her chest.

A shy smile showed in the Queen’s face. She pet his petals again while he was working his way to her chest, and noticed something sticky. “Looks like you missed a spot,” She gently pushed his head to her level and slowly licked the honey.

“Holy shit!” He exclaimed as her tongue lapped at the leftover honey on his chest. He instinctively started to wrap around her but quickly pulled back. He bit his lip trying to reset his brain and decided to play along with what Rumor had started earlier. “Now what part of this old flower do YOU find attractive?” He teased, sliding a hand down the side of her waist.

The bee smiled maliciously. “All of you!” She groaned and pushed the carnation pinning him on the grass, sitting on his very sensitive spot, her hands pressing him down on his shoulders. She rubbed against him and kissed him passionately, looking for his tongue with her own.

It was a bit strange. He had just been in this position with Hilda not even a week ago. The memory of the woman moaning on top of him sent his piece slipping out. It nudged against Rumor’s entrance as she ground against him but he wasn’t able to stick it anywhere. He desperately bucked against her but she held him down pretty well. That bee was stronger than he remembered. His eyes darted around, realizing they were on soil and his fingers started to dig into the dirt.

Rumor noticed Cagney’s eagerness to go further and she broke the kiss to quickly remove her bloomers, for she was just as eager as him. She went back to be on top of him, but when she felt the carnation’s piece poking at her entrance, she stopped.

She had waited for this moment for so long, she wanted to savor every second of it. She looked directly into the flower’s eyes, radiant with confidence, and gave him a mischievous smile while she slowly allowed his entrance inside her. She moaned softly at the sensation, delighting herself at the expression of the flower underneath her. Finally, he was hers.

The flower really dug his fingers into the ground as his piece was surrounded by her tight, hot womanhood. He never stuck his dick in a warm honeycomb before, but he imagined it would feel just like this. His tongue lolled out as he groaned and squirmed, “Hil-holy shit,” he finally managed, nearly blurting out something else instead. “Rumor, you’re so tight!” He panted.

She bit her lip and kept grinding him very softly, letting him reach the bottom of her honeycomb before pulling him away from it. She leaned over Cagney and used her tongue to play with his, tasting his sweet flowery saliva, ending in a wet, sensual kiss.

It was one thing to roughly kiss, it was another to do it sensually. Cagney wasn’t sure what Rumor’s sexual history had been, but her kissing was almost seeming like that of a lover and not that of one needing a rough screw. She kept teasing him below, never letting him remain hilted for more than a few seconds at a time. Her dangling her sex just above his tip, leaving him to go nearly crazy trying to put some friction on his piece once more – it was too much.

He could feel himself wanting to grow and take control, but he remembered what happened when he tried to do that in the beginning, so he let Rumor set the pace.

Gradually, she ended the kiss. She stopped grinding him and fully sat upon on him again, feeling his manhood reaching that particular extra sensitive spot, and releasing a moan of pleasure. She then moved up and down his piece, still taking her time, caressing his chest and enjoying every single one of his groans. “Do you like it like this?” She asked, softly.

He almost didn’t hear her gentle, quiet question. “Yeah, this feels pretty good, but I thought you said that you wanted ME to give you the best orgasm of your life?” One of his vines had sprouted from the dirt and slowly curled around her waist.

“Alright,” she moaned, deciding to follow his game, “show me what you can do.“ She smiled, pulling him almost out of her, but she kept playing with the tip, letting it inside and out very gently while caressing the flower’s vine around her.

Cagney grinned maliciously as she granted him permission. "Good to hear,” he chuckled, clenching his fingers. The other vines that have been quietly growing underground broke through the soil and seized Rumor, pinning her arms to her sides. Before the bee could react, she was jerked up into the air off of Cagney until she was suspended slightly above his level. The vines around her arms continued to grow, fondling the tips of her breasts as more began to press and remove whatever clothes were left on the bee.

Rumor gasped, surprised by Cagney’s sudden movements. She instinctively buzzed her wings to release herself, but the vines got her tied up real neatly and in a matter of seconds, she was completely immobilized in the air. She blushed heavily, embarrassed of being handled like a fly on a spider web, fully naked in front of her high school crush.

The carnation smirked and closed the gap between them once more. Before she could protest, he wet one of his long fingers and inserted it inside her, massaging and fingering her inner folds and playing with her clitoris with his thumb.

This should be humiliating for her, for no-one has ever dared to treat her with nothing else but full respect and submission to her. However, she couldn’t help but feel excited about it, especially since it was Cagney doing all these things to her. She moaned softly at the carnation’s gentle touches.

The fact that the Queen bee was moaning and not trying to actively murder him was a good sign. He removed his finger only to stick in two this time. He scissored them inside of her and kissed her again, savoring her the taste.

The Queen was living a dream. How many times had she fantasized about being this intimate with Cagney Carnation? Way, WAY too many. When he kissed her, savoring her mouth, while fingering her, she returned the gesture making the kissing more intense. If this was another dream, she never wanted to wake up.

There was something very alluring about Rumor. Maybe it was because she was a bee and there was that natural attraction between flowers and bees. He could only imagine it would be even more pronounced due to her being a Queen. Whatever it was, it was intoxicating and he lifted her higher into the air, removing both of his fingers. His tongue darted out and started circling the sensitive flesh before plunging in and wriggling inside her, stroking and poking all the sensitive spots

She groaned softly as he lifted her up, sorry for breaking the kiss, but immediately recovered at the feeling of the flower’s tongue filling her very wet womanhood. “Oh my God, Cagney! W-what are you doing to me?” She blushed and panted heavily, enjoying every wave of pleasure that the carnation’s oral stimulation was providing for her.

Cagney drank heavily of her essence, pulling her thick body against his mouth so he could reach deep inside. He shut his eyes, blissfully taking in his partner. He ran his hands along her sides, continuing to press needfully into them, imagining if he continued to rub down, he could pull apart her thin pink legs…

Wait, no. Rumor wasn’t pink. Where did that come from? His mind started to clear as he remembered a few bits until Rumor panted his name. At the sound of his name, he could feel his penis twitch and ache. He lost focus as he spotted the bed and his hormones spurred him forward. He carried his insect companion to the bed before releasing her, dropping her on back on her bed.

He loomed over her. “Are you ready?”

Rumor was absolutely delirious, such boldness in his actions and yet, so tender, so intense! Her entire body was burning her, asking for more of the sweet touches of the flower. For her, this was more than just a natural attraction. This had to be love, or at least something really close to it.

She was panting heavily when Cagney asked her the question. She nodded and spread her legs to accommodate him.

Cagney pressed down on her and slid his piece inside her in one smooth motion. He lewdly groaned as he began to pump into her, slowly at first. He badly needed the friction. He was so pent up from…from…huh, why was he so pent up? He tried to shoo the thought away as he concentrated on screwing his companion. He shut his eyes again, increasing his speed, listening to her squealing for more.

He ran his lips along where her ears would be, hoping to catch the scent of rain but it was only an overpowering sickly sweet small that invaded his nostrils and made his mind all muddled. God, how long had he wanted to satisfy the stubborn woman? He leaned down and lavished kisses against her neck and her breasts which were no longer covered up by her red dress. Every moan sent a thrill up his stem.

He could feel his vines wrapping around her wrists, pinning her down. He was confused to find the wrists bare. Where were her bangles? Didn’t she always wear bangles? She wore the bangles the last time they were in this position. Yes he was sure of it. He saw the glint of them, even with Hilda goading him on as he made love to her.

His eyes shot open and looked down. This was not Hilda. This was Rumor. Oh my God, what was he doing? Her bee pheromones tickled his senses and he tried to resist. Mentally, at least. Physically he was still plunging deep within the squealing member of royalty, twisting and pulling at her chest.

Hilda, Hilda would be crushed by this? Right? It was so hard to think. He could remember her words that night, telling him they would return to being friends, so this should be fine, right? Why did he suddenly feel so guilty? And why did he keep hoping that when he shut his eyes again, he would open them to the vision of his feisty best friend calling out for him?

He was doing this for her. For Hilda. To fix everything and oh holy crap, Rumor knew exactly where to touch. He stifled a squeal of his own and increased his speed, his libido fighting whatever conscious thought he still possessed.

“Ah! Yes, Cagney! Oh please, give me more!” Rumor groaned out loud moving her hips to accompany his thrusting. This was amazing for her, the pleasure she got from all the roughness, being tied up in her royal bed, as he had his way with her! And those beautiful petals brushing against her skin, sending chills to her boiling body.

The closer she drew to her orgasm, the deeper she let the carnation go. Her voice increased in pitch, the deeper he plunged. This was even better than what she ever could ever imagine. She didn’t want to ever be apart from him.

Cagney could feel himself reaching his limits and with that, all his frustrating and complicated feelings about this situation were driving him insane. He swore he was with Hilda one minute and the next with Rumor. And every time it switched back to the bee, he couldn’t help but feel a deep sense of bitterness at that, despite reminding himself that was all okay. His body was certainly fine with it and he continued to moan and pant lewdly with each stroke. No wonder flowers spoke almost religiously about their sexual experiences with a bee. It was incredible!!

But when it changed to Hilda, it was an emotional euphoria. He didn’t care about trying to fix the dome, nor catching the dragon anymore. He just wanted to grab the small woman tightly and never let her go. With this was all over, he’d take her on a real date, under the stars where they could just be alone. No one for her to be jealous of, just them so he could finally ask her how she really felt.

He felt the woman underneath him let out a particularly throaty cry and her vaginal walls clamped down on him, blowing his mind with how good everything felt. The muscle contractions sent the emotional carnation over the edge and he moaned out the woman’s name as he spilled his load into Rumor. A sense of immense relief and gratification filled the flower and he could have collapsed in delicious satisfaction if he wasn’t holding himself up. In fact, it would have been perfect, so perfect except for one tiny little detail…

The name he called out didn’t belong to Rumor.

Rumor looked at the carnation with wide eyes, not able to believe what just happen….

The next thing he knew, Cagney was violently thrown back to the cage by a group of guard bees, with a bucket of soaped water and a sponge.

“And after you’re done here, you will take care of your sticky friend there.” The guard bee pointed at Amber as he locked the cage and left.

The old bee looked curious at the confused flower. “Hehe, I see you’ve reached an understanding.” He chuckled.

Amber made direct eye contact with the old bee as she licked her inner thigh, forcing him to look away. She stopped licking and looked over at the bewildered flower. “If you try to even get anywhere close to me with that bucket of water, you’re dead.” She sniffed the air. “…and why the hell do you smell like sex?“

Cagney groaned and buried his head.

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Rumor was sitting on her bed facing the fountain. Still in that bitter afterglow from her climax. Her eyes were glassy and she had to do a huge effort not to let the tears fall.

He was in love with that blimp, and there was nothing she could do about it.

… Or was there?

She reached for her spellbook at her desk and started looking for more deadlier curses to throw at the sky witch. And maybe a little something to help clear the carnation’s mind and allow him to see that the one for him, was the Queen bee.

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After making sure there was nothing else they could recover from the observatory’s destroyed exposition room, Hilda decided it was time to clear the place. And for that, she had to go to the city’s junkyard.

Dr. Kahl, Inkwell’s mad scientist, was the owner. He had bought the place to guarantee access to materials and have all the space he needed for his crazy inventions, such as giant robots with a particular taste for bubblegum.

The scientist was usually friendly (in a creepy way sometimes). There was only one individual that could set the doctor off and that would be his rival, Werner Werman. The rat mechanic always tried to sneak into the junkyard to get free materials for his weapons and machines, and Kahl always tried to prevent him from doing so by inventing creative and deadly traps.

Today it looked like Dr Kahl was having a nice day. When Hilda and Beppi landed near him, they could hear him chuckle and rubbing his hands excited. "Hi, Dr Kahl! Is this a good time?” Hilda asked, making the cloud disappeared before the clown could get off, making him fall with a thud.

“Oh! Ja! You’re chust in time to zee mein latest creazion!” The scientist pulled out a remote control in his hands. Hilda stared raising an eyebrow, hoping that her expression would let him know she needed more explaining.

“It’s a trap! Zat rat vill haffe no chance next time he decites to schow his filthy tail arround my bropriety!” . The doctor clarified. He pressed some controls and a chihuahua shaped robot dog walked towards them.

“BARK, BARK. IM ROBODOG 0.1. I AM PROTECTOR OF DR Kahl’S JUNKYARD. IDENTIFY YOURSELVES, OR YOU WILL BE OBLITERATED. BARK BARK.”

Hilda looked at it skeptical and a bit scared that it might actually blow in their faces, for it kept making a buzzing noise, as if something wasn’t connected right inside. “That is… something. Uh, it’s not gonna kill us though…right? You have the remote? Doctor?” The dog deployed a gun from its tiny back.

“BARK, BARK. IM ROBODOG 0.1. I AM PROTECTOR OF DR Kahl’S JUNKYARD. IDENTIFY YOURSELVES, OR YOU WILL BE OBLITERATED. BARK BARK.”

“Don’t vorry! I kot zis!” Kahl started to press buttons trying to find the right combination to make it stop.

Beppi whistled and slowly backed up, gently tugging Hilda along with him. “I’m sure it’s going to be fine.” Hilda looked at him. “Probably.”

“Vat a joke!”

The bosses all jumped at the sound of clunky metallic crunching. Werner Werman, the scrap metal progeny, marched toward them proudly. He was followed closely by a large metallic cat. He looked at the dog and laughed.

“Ha! You zink your zecond rate hunk of mismatched vires und lasy zoltering is not effen vorth to look ubon mein ovn masderbiece. Arh ! PattleCat 0.2!” He announced, gesturing to the large, very deadly robotic cat.

Beppi continued to whistle and hide behind Hilda.

“Ha! You und your zilly opzezion vith giant cats!” Dr Kahl laughed. “Is not zee zise dat matders is vat you can do vith it dat’s imbortant!”

“Weeell… they all say that….” Hilda chuckled remembering Cagney last sleep over.

Dr Kahl didn’t pay attention to the woman or the clown, and pressed a big red button in his remote. “Ropotog 0.1! Schow dis apominazion of a cat vat you can do! Inidiate brodocol 'Get out of mein broperty’!”

The mini dog started to vibrate violently and the gun on its back returned to its place. The sound of an engine came from the little robot’s rear, and with a huge flame, it rocketed towards the cat.

Werner lit his cigar and pressed his button. “Pattle Cat! Initiate brodocol 'Broof of mein Zuberior Intellect, you hack!’” The rat saluted the cat as the tail turned into a rocket and the robot launched itself toward the dog.

The two mechanical monsters collided with each other, both openly firing weapons as the scientists shouted commands with their very thick German accents. Ammunition ricocheted off the various objects in the scrap yard. Sprockets and springs flew in all directions.

Beppi very slowly shoveled popcorn into his mouth while he watched the battle, offering some to Hilda who just seemed equally stunned or annoyed. It was hard to tell with Hilda sometimes.

The woman smiled and took some of the popcorn the clown was offering her without looking away.

It didn’t take long for the fight to escalate causing a fire to start from an exposed wire. A few more punches and with a colorful explosion, the robots where completely destroyed.

“Nein! Robodog 0.1! You killed it! You filthy, yunk schtealing rat!” The scientist threw the remote aiming for Werner’s head.

The remote clunked the rat on the helmet and Werner turned on the scientist, equally indignant. “Pattlecat vas ein marffel of science und your clunky mechanical mongrel ruined it!” He chucked the remote at Dr. Kahl. It hit the ground and shattering into a bunch of pieces at his feet, leading the rat to yell angrily and charge the scientist with a flurry of swears.

The doctor did the same as his rival and charged waving his fist hoping to hit the rat. Hilda couldn’t help but chuckle at some of the German insults she understood.

“Five more minutes and then we should probably do something before they actually hurt eachother.” The woman said to Beppi, eating more popcorn.

“I really wish I was selling tickets,” Beppi sighed.

The scientists had resorted to flimsily slapping at each other, their limited physical prowess not allowing them to actually land any effective blows on each other.

It was a few more minutes before Beppi showed Hilda an empty bag. “Ran out of popcorn. Think we should stop them?”

“Yeah… I guess….” She sighed getting close to the men. “Alright! Alright! You’re both beautiful ladies, now break it off!” She got between them and easily pushed them from each other, making them stumble and almost fell down. “Oops! Sorry.” She apologized.

“Ouch! Miss Berg! No need to get fiolent!” Dr Kahl rubbed his chest where she pushed him. Hilda rolled rolled her eyes.

“Ja! Ve are chust haffing ein intelligent discuzion!” Werner whined.

Beppi grinned. “I know, right? She can be quite a handful these days!”

“Oh! You bunch of sissies… .” She crossed her arms. “And YOU….” She said looking at Beppi. “If I’m such a handful, you’re more than welcome to go back to your circus!”

Beppi shook his head. “Nah, this is way more fun! Hanging out with a woman like you can really make a clown’s balloon pop, if you know what I mean.”

“Vat does he mean?” Werner asked, cocking his head.

Hilda’s eye twitched in disgust for the clown’s comment, and decided not to ask what he actually meant.

“Don’t mind him! I’m here cause I need to get rid of some debris at my observatory. Are… any of you free this week to come pick it up?”

Dr Kahl rubbed his hands anxiously. “Uh! Vhat kind of debree are ve tahlkin about? Old delescopes? Avstral measurements ardifacs?”

“Yeah…” she replied a bit sad. “All that and some big rocks.”

“Uuuh!!!” Kahl tried hard to contain his happiness.

Werner shoved Dr. Kahl aside and cleared his throat. “Hilda, pleaze bermit me zee honor of helbing you manage und clean up your opzerffadory! Dr. Kahl here vouldn’t know zee first zing apout astronomical deffices!” The rat boasted.

Beppi slowly pulled out another bag of popcorn.

Hilda rubbed her chin feeling an idea forming inside her head. At that second, her cap lit up like a light bulb.

“What the~?” She gasped turning around. Beppi had pulled an imaginary cord, as if he was turning on a lamp. Hilda rolled her eyes and pushed him away, her cap turning back off. “Well, I guess I’ll have to pick one of you, huh? If only there was a way to see who’s the best for the job….”

Kahl’s eyes shined, he adjusted his googles. “If you chooze me I’ll giffe you ein 50% discount!”

“His zerffices aren’t effen vorth zat much. Arh ! Chooze me und I vill help you repuild zee opzerffadory valls!” Werner protested.

Beppi nudged Hilda. “Are we bidding or are they bidding?”

Hilda smiled at the clown and gave him a knowing look before returning to the scientist. “Wow! Werner, that’’s an offer really hard to deny….” She look at Dr Kahl waiting for his offer.

The doctor looked nervous. “oh! Uh… I’ll… I… Uh… I von’t only help you repuild it, I’ll get you ein new telescobe! Ein more boverful one!”

Hilda open her eyes wide. “Wow! Really? Those things are expensive….”

“Ja, ja! Don’t worry! I can build one.” Kahl said confident, glancing at his rival over the shoulder.

Werner glared at the scientist. “Ja, ja zat’s all vell und kood put how do you blan to atdach zee combonent to sdudy zee cosmic lights?! You vould need at least tvo beople of intelligence to effen azemple zee biece much less atdach it!”

Kahl cleaned his glasses, mumbling something to himself. He hated it to admit it, but his rival was right, it did required intelligent people to build such a precision instrument.

Hilda noticed the doctor hesitate and decided to give it a little push. “Well, Dr. Kahl, do you know any 'intelligent berson’ that might be able to help you?” She mocked a bit, mimicking Werman’s accent.

The professor put his glasses back on and crossed his arms. “Hm… zee only mind dat bearly gets cloze to mine… is zis rat here. Arh ! Put I refuze to vork vith him !” He immediately added.

“Aw… that’s too bad… so I guess the best offer is Mr Wermer’s, then.” Hilda extended her hand to shake Werner and close the deal, but Dr. Kahl jumped between them.

“NEIN! Nein! Vait! I… eh… we… argh!” He turned to the rat. “I bropose a truse, rat… vork togeder and split the brofits.. and den back to distroy each odher.”

Hilda smirked discreetly.

Werner huffed. “I zuboze, put only to vork tovard ein common interest. Arh ! Put afdervards, svorn enemies! Understand?” The rat held out a hand only to withdraw it quickly and remove the shocking trap that was attached to the underside of his paw. “Zorry, zorry, force of hapit,” he grumbled. He held out his hand again. “Deal?”

The doctor frowned and looked at his hand untrusting for a second, but finally , he shook it. “Deal.”

“Great! So, you will get rid of the debris, knock of 50% of the price, and get me a brand new telescope for free.” She recapitulated with a big smile. “You guys are hired! When can you start?”

"I can pe zere tomorrow. 10am,” Werner bragged.

“Oh, great! I’ll b~.”

“I’ll be dhere at 9!” Dr Kahl said looking at Werner as if he wasn’t done fighting yet, interrupting Hilda

Beppi clapped his hands. “That sounds-!”

“Nein!” Werner paused. “Eh, wait, I’ll be dhere at 8:30!”

“Uh….” Hilda look at them, starting to get a bit worried.

“I’ll ve dhere at 8!” Dr Kahl yelled facing the mechanic.

“Ok! You guys… just… be there at 9:15! There. Nobody wins.” She said, hoping to settle the matter with a stomp of her foot. At that moment, moved by a strong wind, a small cog started roll down one of the junk mountains around them, creating a domino effect ending into a huge ball of mechanical junk about to crash Hilda.

An exclamation mark appeared over the clown’s head at the sound of something crunching. He spotted the pile of junk precariously falling toward an exasperated but unaware Hilda. Before the pile could crush her, he tackled the irate woman out of the way.

Everything hit the ground with a loud smash, sending parts and pieces flying everywhere. Werner and Kahl stopped arguing and stared in complete surprise.

“Scheisse! Fraulein! Idiot! Are you okay?” Werner yelled, scurrying over.

It took a minute for Hilda to realize what just happened as she shook her head on the floor. But when she did, her reaction was quick. “Oh my God! BEPPI!?” She immediately ran towards the pile of junk, turning into Sagittarius and lifting the heavy scraps.

With a gasp, Dr Kahl quickly reached for another remote from his lab coat and seconds later a few human size robots got close to them and begun to help Hilda remove the junk.

“Beppi! Zay somedhing!” The doctor started calling while helping everyone.

More of the debris was lifted and lying on the ground relatively unharmed looking was a halfway covered Beppi. He shook his head a bit disoriented and blinked as he looked up at the other bosses. “Oh hey guys! Did you like my smashing rescue?”

As of the last of the debris was lifted, the group’s faces went from relieved to shocked. Beppi raised an eyebrow. “What? You don’t like my junky jokes?”

Werner pointed. “Your legs, Beppi, they’re gone!”

The clown turned his head around to see his legs completely deflated. “Huh.” He nudged the astounded rat. “See? Whaddya I tell ya? Women like Hilda really make my balloon pop!”

Hilda returned to her normal form and gasped. “Oh my God, Beppi! I-I’m so sorry! Your legs! Can you move them?” Even though Beppi wasn’t always the best company, she cared about him enough to worry. Plus, he just saved her!

Beppi made an attempt to move and shook his head. “Nope! Better tie a string to me before I accidenally float away!” He lamented, sitting up and holding a deflated foot sadly.

Dr Kahl looked thoughtfully at the collapsed mountain. “Dhis is very odd… I allvays make sure to keep my mountains sturdy prezicely to prevent dhis.” He turned angry at Werner and poked his chest. “Is dhis your doing?”

Werner narrowed his eyes. “Mein fault?! Your schoddy sdacking apilities are to plame for zis! You could haffe crusched us all, you girnverweigerer!” The rat argued, slapping away the finger and shaking a fist at the scientist.

Hilda raised an eyebrow and looked at her amulet ring. Could it be that she was actually cursed and the ring prevented her from getting harmed? Nah, she was just reading into things. This was a junk yard with skyscrapers of debris. Of course it was only a matter of time before something like this could have happened.

The woman rolled her eyes hearing the inventors starting to argue again. She cast a cloud and helped the clown to get on it. “I’ll take you to the hospit-wait! You don’t have bones….” She looked at his deflated legs, feeling very guilty. “How are you supposed to recover? Like, should I get an air pump? I have one at home.”

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“Clowns are very special creatures!” Beppi explained as he finished wiggling up on her couch. “They thrive on happy, positive emotions like laughter and love! That’s why you always see them at circuses! All that togetherness keeps them healthy as a horse!”

“I’d normally just go to the circus and get better but I can’t go looking like this! I’d SCARE everyone. That type of negative energy could kill me!” Beppi explained, hanging his head sadly. “I’m afraid I’m stuck like this unless someone starts treating with me lots of love and kindness…”

'He’s gonna die for sure’ Taurus voice echoed in Hilda’s head, making her smile.

“I see…well…I’ll do my best then.” She accommodated some more pillows around him. “You wan’t a nice cup of tea? hot coco?” She tried to sound nicer that usual.

Beppi brightened up. “You know what would really brighten my buttons? If you sat next to me for a bit!” He exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Maybe being close to someone as nice as you would make me feel better in no time!”

The woman skeptical look at the clown and crossed her arms. “Argh… fine.” She finally accepted and sat carefully next to him. “But I warn you! No funny business.”

“Not even a knock-knock joke?” He asked hopefully. The look she gave him made him sigh.

“Oh alright. How about some serious business?” The clown faced her and batted long eyelashes at her. “Have you ever been in love before?” He dreaming asked.

“What!? N-no… never… no-one is good enough for me.” She crossed her arms and avoided the clown’s eyes. She could hear Gemini giggling.

The woman blushed.

Beppi gasped loudly. “No one?! Never?! That’s terrible! Ohhh, I feel myself getting weaker just thinking about it!” He moaned, starting to sink into the couch.

“Wha-!? Nononono!” She tried to sit him up normally again. “Fine! I’m in love! Just don’t die on my couch!” She opened her eyes widely, realizing what she just said. “I mean I’ve BEEN in love, I’m not in love right now!” She kept turning into a deeper shade of red. Gemini was having a lot of fun. “I was in love, and now I’m not.” She felt like she had to clarify further.

Beppi wiped his brow, “Whew! That was a close one! Thought I saw my life flashing before my eyes there!” He wrapped his arms around Hilda in a gentle hug and pressed his face against her shoulder. “Tell me how you two met! Was it magical? Were there birds singing and flowers blooming?”

Hilda didn’t appreciate the hug, but she felt compelled to indulge him after he saved her from getting smashed. She sighed. “Yes to all that. It was sunny, and flowers were blooming too. Happiest moment in my life.” She truly hoped her answer would satisfy the clown.

She did, however, started thinking about her feelings for Cagney. What was going on between them? Was it simple sexual tension build up or was it something more?

Beppi nestled in closer. “Oh that makes me feel much better. But why aren’t you two together still?”

Hilda got lost in her thoughts and actually answered the clown sincerely. “Because it’s weird! We’ve been together since we were kids and, well, we know everything about each other, the good and the bad! We know how to get on each others’ nerves.” She chuckled. “We always have a good time together, even when we fight.“ She made a pause there. It felt good to say all this out loud, but she quickly realized she wasn’t alone with her twelve constellations. "But like a said! I’m not in love, I used to be, and the feeling is gone and…” She stood up nervously. “I’m gonna make some tea, you want some tea? I’m gonna make tea.”

Beppi was a bit surprised by the honest answer and let her get up without realizing he had done so until she was standing and offering him tea. Oh well. Time to make the best out of losing his cautionary cuddle companion. “That sounds nice! Can I have a lot sugar in mine, pretty please? And anything else sweet you have!” Beppi asked.

“Sure!” Hilda quickly walked to the kitchen and prepared the pot to heat the water. She reached to the closet to pick up the sugar and honey, but she couldn’t reach for the second item. She remembered the last one to use it was Cagney, and she rolled her eyes with a smile, reaching for a chair.

Cagney always took opportunities to make fun her, even when he wasn’t there. One of his favorite ways was to put her stuff in high places to make fun of her height, making her realize that, without her powers or furniture to climb on, she was just a tiny person. He found that adorably hilarious to imagine a great sky witch asking for help anytime she needed to reach for something.

“I bet he even closed the lid tighter, that dumb dandelion,” she chuckled, reaching for the jar. She stopped a second to see Rumor’s picture on the honey jar. Some memories started to pop in her mind.

One in particular made her cringe: the prom. They weren’t the best gal pals, but they got along, until prom night. Rumor somehow convinced Cagney to go with her, but when he found out that Hilda was stood up by her date, he competently forgot about Rumor and spent the rest of the evening focusing on Hilda. The evening ended with Rumor going home early and them continuing the party under the stars.

Rumor was obviously furious, but not with Cagney. No, she was very bitter toward Hilda. The bee had mentioned that Hilda was the one brainwashing the flower by teasing him and pulling his heart strings. This made her think. Was she really manipulating him?

She shook her head to clear her head and prepared the tea. Minutes later, she went back to Beppi and served him a cup of raspberry tea. “This is all I got.” She said, showing him the sweet products.

Beppi squealed happily at the selection of sweet things. “Oh this is perfect! You have the sugar and the milk and …milk.” He stopped himself from saying the last item she brought. He saw Rumor’s picture on the honey jar and remembered Cagney’s words about it. He had to be subtle.

So he picked up the bottle and chucked it out the window with a squeal.

“What the hell!?” Hilda yelled. “What are you doing!?” She frowned.

“Reducing the negativity in the room?” He suggested.

“Wha-?” She looked at him confused. She started to wonder if he could read minds or something. “What are you talking about?” She asked, leaving her trembling cup on the table. She was getting nervous.

Beppi waved his hands. “I can’t talk about it. Tooooo much stress and bad juu juu if I even think about you and Rumor!”

Hilda shrugged. “That was a long time ago. We’re grown ups now. She probably forgot all about it with her responsibilities and all.” She crossed her arms to better hold her shaky hands, but her foot kept tapping on the floor.

Beppi pretended not to care but he was grateful Hilda was uncomfortable even discussing it. Keeping Hilda away from the third isle was easier than he thought. He held her one more time. “Are you cold? Hugs are the best for keeping warm and healing clowns!” He declared.

She grunted and hugged the clown back. “You better get well soon.” She kept thinking about Rumor. She knew Cagney was still in touch with her because of the pollen business, so maybe he could arrange some sort of reunion and she could have the chance to clear the air with the bee. Also, it was a great excuse to talk to Cagney.

Beppi started to play with her shirt from behind. “So, who’s taking first watch for the dragon?”

Feeling the clown playing with her shirt made the woman think he wasn’t as injured as she thought. “I’ll take first shift.” She pushed him away roughly. “And you better keep your hands to yourself if you don’t want to loose your hands too.” She looked at him threateningly.

Beppi actually looked saddened by that only to break into a sly smile. “Oh. I’m sorry! It’s just the material of your outfit reminds me of the circus tent!” He yawned. “Wellllll, if you insist on first shift, I guess I should just get some shut eye! I’ve had a crazy last few days after all!” He tucked himself, flopping his deflated legs over himself. “Crystal dragons, crazy carnations, angry genies and magic churros take a lot out of clown.”

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CHAPTER 01, CHAPTER 02, CHAPTER 03, CHAPTER 04, CHAPTER 05, CHAPTER 06, CHAPTER 07, CHAPTER 08, CHAPTER 09, CHAPTER 10; CHAPTER 11; CHAPTER 12 ; CHAPTER 13 ; CHAPTER 14 ; CHAPTER 15; CHAPTER 16 ; (nsfw) CHAPTER 17 ; CHAPTER 18 ; CHAPTER 19 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 20 ; CHAPTER 21 ; CHAPTER 22 ; CHAPTER 23 ; CHAPTER 24 ; CHAPTER 25 (nsfw) ; CHAPTER 26 (you are here now!)

#cuphead #fan fiction #smallpersiankitten #necrida #cagney carnation #hilda berg #Beppi the clown #dr kahl #werner werman #rumor honeybottoms #amber alleycat #submission

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Gotta Catch Your Heart! (Spider-man/Peter Parker x Reader) Part 4

Who knew that your love for video games and a seemingly boring summer away from home could lead to a chance encounter with a cute nerdy hero?

Spider-Man/Peter Parker x reader

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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A/N: Thanks for all the support thus far!! The next part will be the final part to this series so if anyone wants to send in requests please feel free too! Again, Doesn’t have to be Peter Parker/Spiderman either, I’d be cool with anything! Anywhoo hope you enjoy!

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The entire convention had turned into a chaotic meltdown, literally and figuratively. The fire began to consume every stall and poster in sight and climbed up the tall staircases that lead up to various places in the building.

You grabbed Ned by the shoulders now, panic setting into your chest and anxiety coming out of your every breath. "Ned!" You shouted. He could see the fear that quivered in your intense stare. "Where the fuck is Peter?!" He looked around the hall trying to give off the idea that he had no idea what his best friend was probably up to.

"I-I don't know Y/N!! He was here a minute ago!!" You threw your hands off of him. "That doesn't help!!" Someone rushed past you slamming into your body and another person blatantly pushed you out of their way throwing you to the floor.

"RUN AWAY!!!" They shouted. A crowd of people were shoving past you now and pushing Ned away from you in the process separating you two.

"Y/N!! Wait!!!" Ned reached for you helplessly as you stood up looking for Peter. You couldn't see him anywhere.

"Ned!!" You called for him despite the distance between you growing quickly. You were almost a hundred percent positive that he couldn't hear you with the intense screaming in the background but you didn't care. You knew what you had to do.

"Check for Peter outside!! I'm going to look in the hall!! I'll be back in five minutes!!" You turned on your heels and ran in the other direction praying that you would be able to keep your promise.

People didn't pay you any mind as you ran straight back into the literal hellfire that was consuming the convention. You were sweating terribly and your breathing was heavy as you charged back into the opposing stampede that rushed to get past you.

Spiderman had already suited up and was swinging near the entrance of the convention rescuing a teenage girl in a Princess Leia costume.

"Thank you Spiderman!" she cried as he lowered her to the ground safely outside the convention. "No problem princess," He shot another web into the building before seeing Ned in the crowd.

"S-Spiderman!!" Ned shouted almost letting Peter's name slip from his tongue. He couldn't help it, things were absolutely nuts right about now. Peter looked down at Ned before pushing his way past the crowd to meet him. "I-Its my friend Spiderman,, Y/N!" He said pointing back into the building.

Peter's heart felt like it plummeted six feet below the earth. "What happened?!" He demanded already getting ready to swing back into the blazing heat.

"She won't leave the building Spidey, she went looking for our friend Peter!" Peter almost doubled back in horror as he looked back at the building. By now, it was completely engulfed in flames. Windows were shattering everywhere and people were still rushing out of the hall in a frenzy. "I'll save her," Peter said his voice shaking but determined. He nodded at Ned before swinging back into the building to look for you in the burning rubble.

You ran up the flaming stairs holding your hands to yourself careful not to touch the scalding railings. You tried to hold back a cough that swelled deep in your chest, your eyes stinging at the intense black smoke that clouded the building. When you reached the top of the stairs you looked around at the discord that was all about the convention. People were still running everywhere like madmen towards the exit, but there was a significant decrease of people in comparison to when the fire had first erupted. You cupped your hands together over your mouth searching for Peter in the running crowd. "PETER??" You screamed as loud as you could. You sucked in a breath to scream again, but smoke entered in your lungs instead making you cough terribly while holding your chest in agony. "P-PETER!!!" You cried again feeling tears threaten to come from your eyes.

"Daddy?!" Was all you heard in response to you. Your eyes widened and your heart quickened as you turned around to see a small boy in a Dragon costume quivering in fear. You rushed to him and scooped him up in your arms as he coughed wildly, his spit covering your face in the process. "We're going to get you to your Daddy okay kiddo??" You asked hoarsely holding him close. "Can you tell me your name?"

He was sobbing into your spiderman shirt now. "J-Joseph!!" He cried trying to hide in your body.

"Okay, Joseph..." You whispered. You were crying now too the tears being oddly refreshing against your terribly hot skin. "We're going to get out of here, you and me okay? So don't worry!" You hugged him close and started running back down the long staircase again. You wanted to shield your eyes from Joseph so he wouldn't see your tears. You knew it was stupid to try to continue to look for Peter in this mess now. You had a child with you and you couldn't risk keeping them in imminent danger.

You were rushing down the stairs when you heard a loud hiss that sounded almost like a firework soaring through the air. You turned your head slightly to see a fireball flying right towards you and Joseph. "N-no no no!!!" You cried before feeling yourself become weightless for only a moment. You couldn't keep your eyes closed. You were tumbling towards the ground fast and the fire was everywhere. You felt your body squeeze Joseph tight. Your body seemed to be telling you that if you cradled him just close enough he would be invincible to the damage, but your mind had told you that you were practically strangling him.

Either way, you couldn't sort out your internal conflict before you felt your body skid across the burning stairs and onto the floor. You looked down into your arms to make sure that Joseph was alright. He looked just as battered and bruised as you, but he was still conscious and seemed to be alert. "Joseph...? Y-you're okay right..?" you whispered before hearing another explosion and seeing a fireball crashing down into the floor at least ten feet away from you. You looked up to see the man who started everything.

He wore a red spandex outfit with and had a flaming cape that flickered wildly like the fire he so obviously manifested himself. He was far away from you and Joseph but he took slow steps to advance towards the two of you another fire starting in the palm of his hand.

"Why are you doing this?!" You shouted scrambling to your feet. His laugh sent chills down your spine and made your legs quiver.

"Why should avengers get away with destroying whole cities and have no repercussions delt to them huh?!" He shouted at you. "I'm only proving a point of something all you mindless fanatics are too damn afraid to admit!" He said. You turned your back on him making a run for it. You weren't going to indulge in this villain's sub-par monologue.

"They're vigilantes!" The ground rumbled behind you. He probably threw another fireball, you wouldn't try to turn around to try and find out.

Peter saw you in the distance running away from the crazed hotshot. His eyes widened and he skidded to the floor letting go of his web to run towards you his arms opening wide to take you into his embrace.

Your eyes teared at the sight of your hero running towards you, arms open. "Spidey!!" You cried stopping quickly. "That man-" You pointed back at the villain who stopped in his tracks at the sight of your red and blue friend. "He's crazy!! You have to take this boy," You handed Joseph to him wheezing.

"I'm not going to leave you here on your own!" He demanded taking you by the hand.

"I can make it myself!" You ripped your hand away from him. "You have to find Peter!!"

"P-peter?" he was stammering now.

"He's the sweetest boy I've met in my entire life," You whispered. "He brought me to this con but when the fire broke he disappeared I couldn't find him anywhere I-I-" You coughed furiously again your knees threatening to buckle from underneath you.

"But you- I mean!"

"S-Spiderman...." Joseph whispered in his arms before coughing wildly too. You bit your lip and started running taking his hand.

"GO!" You shouted suddenly pushing him forward. "You can't leave him in here he's going to die!! Get out of here!!" Peter looked at you, helplessly, despite having more power than ten men put together. He knew he was an idiot for listening to you but you seemed to be too stubborn to accept his help.

"I'll come back for you Y/N," He whispered. "I promise."

You wiped at your eyes trying to clear the ash from your cheeks. "You remember me?"

"I always remember the little guys." He zipped out on his web quickly and you started running again feverishly trying to keep away from the villain that seemed bent on destroying any avenger he could get his hands on. You started running again forward looking towards the exit that emitted a bright light from the beautiful summer sky.

You felt your body suddenly tumble to the floor, you screamed in agony the heat from the marble floor nearly burning your skin.

"See what happens when you become blinded by your devotion to these miscreants?" You forced yourself to get up from the searing floor. "They only let you down."

"Oh yeah?!" You heard Spiderman call before feeling your body suddenly become weightless again. Spiderman held you close in his arms and was looking down at you intently to make sure he wasn't about to lose you.

"I told you I'd come back." You felt his arms give you a slight squeeze. It hurt like hell due to the burns that you had on your arms but you didn't care. The relief you felt knowing that you were saved overtook it.

Soon you were on the floor again. Spiderman placed you in the arms of a nearby EMT. You reached for him slowly touching the fabric of his costume. "Spidey... did you find him?" You muttered before coughing again. You were exhausted, and the fact that you knew you were out of immediate danger only made you more tired. "Peter....did you find him...? Please..."

He nodded slowly. "Yeah, he's uh, on his way to get checked out by the hospital, I think he'll be alright although.." He looked over at the burning building. "I have to end this now but..." he looked back at you and pat you on your head. "You were really brave." He slung another web and zoomed into the burning building again.

He clenched his fist silently staring at it as he looked for the villain. He wished he could have hugged you, kissed you, done anything to show you how amazingly stupid and kind you were. You had risked everything for him and the only way he could repay you right now was a stupid pat on the head. His feet finally met the ground and he squatted in a defensive stance as the fiery villain approached.

He would show the world how much he appreciated your bravery by kicking this guy's ass.

Part 5

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Red Jamie and the White Lady - Part 3

First of all, I have to shout out a MAJOR thank you to @diversemediums and @outlandishchridhe for helping me puzzle this one out. This story is a fun challenge for me as I don’t have any idea where it’s going. I’m figuring out the bits and pieces as I go, but it’s as much a mystery to me as it is for you. Anywhoo. Here’s the next part. Hope y’all like it!

Catch up on part two HERE

Three days. It had been three days since he’d had that vision of Claire, since he’d seen and felt every part of her. Over and over he’d tried to study the vision, write down as many details as he could. It wasn’t an effort to be perverted, but to try and understand what the hell the vision had meant.

He hadn’t given Miss Beauchamp his number, or asked for hers, because he had a feeling she’d come around by the end of the week. She was far too curious about him and his powers to stay away.

Staring down at the journal, he traced the curve of her lower lip as she bit down on it. The words scribbled beneath it, he barely remembered writing.

Have I found her? Has the White Lady finally come to me? What am I to do now? If she is truly the White Lady, born of True Love, what does it mean? God, she is more beautiful than I could have imagined...

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Five days after he’d met Miss Beauchamp, he prepared tea and biscuits. If his inkling was right, she’d be by right around tea time. Right on time, she knocked on his door. He opened it and tried to give her a polite, friendly smile.

“Miss Beauchamp. Pleasure to see you again.”

When her eyes met his, his smile faltered. That odd, golden color brought back sharp images of his vision. Glowing, glittering, wide with passion. Watching as the corners of those eyes scrunched as they squeezed shut. How they could hold his gaze like he was locked in a trance.

“I… I meant to be by sooner, but… you know. Life and such.”

Her eyes could only meet his for a moment. Before they darted away, pink coloring her cheeks.

“You came when I expected you.”

I want you to come with me, beloved.

He shook his head, that echo sending fire through his veins. She hadn't said that in the vision, so where had it come from?

“Right. Look, about what happened last time… I still don't really believe all this. I don't know why I'm here, to be honest.”

Holding the door open, he waved her inside. They went back to the same room as before, the tea and biscuits waiting.

“You're going to read my leaves again?”

“No, I don't think so. Your leaves were… complicated. I think today we’ll go with something simpler. This is just tea.”

Narrowing her eyes, she accepted the cup from him and took a sip. First, she stared down at the cup in shock, before taking another eager drink.

“This is-”

“Your favorite, yes?”

“How did you-”

With a smirk, he tapped the side of his head.

“Psychic, remember?”

They fell quiet as they had their tea. He noticed she'd pushed herself to the edge of her chair opposite him, her body language closed off. Something was different today.

“You don't need to be afraid of me, Miss Beauchamp. I mean you no harm.”

Her brows lifted as she put the cup down on the table.

“And how would I know that? Because you said so?”

“Fair point.”

While they'd been drinking, he'd been studying her, learning about her. His gift came in the form of seeing the past or the future. He couldn't read minds, though he was very good at reading faces, so people often assumed he could.

He only caught bits and pieces of her younger life. There was a car accident, which had a heavy impact on her. A nomadic young existence which left her in want of a permanent home. Something inside her was afraid, hiding away in a dark corner hoping never to be discovered.

“So?”

“What?” He asked, leaning back in his chair.

“Prove to me you're a psychic and not some fraud Geillis hired to torment me.”

A deep breath, calming his thoughts, pushing all else to the back of his mind, he focused on her. Navigating his way carefully through memories, he followed a strong feeling until he saw what he needed.

She was there, sitting on her bed. Geillis giggled in the front room, still occupied with her latest catch. Claire took an envelope out of the drawer in her nightstand, pulling out the photos. For a long time, she just stared at them.

His eyes opened slowly, rising to meet hers. One of her eyebrows was lifted in question, clearly waiting for him to blurt out a vague idea she could confirm or deny.

“When Geillis is busy,” he said before he paused to clear his throat. “You sneak into your bedroom to be alone for a moment. There’s an envelope in your nightstand drawer with photos of your parents. The only ones you have left, I believe. You look at them every night, but you’ve never told your best friend.”

The echo of her memory sang through his thoughts still, fading as he let his concentration lapse.

“You used to hold a mirror beside your mother’s portrait, just to see how much like her you look. You haven’t done that in years, not since you started to really look like her.”

Claire’s mouth was hanging wide open, eyes bright with shock. She began to shake her head slowly back and forth, trying to deny what he’d just told her.

“You can’t possibly… No one even… That can’t be true… You can’t… How…”

“Am I wrong?”

“Well… No, but you must be. You can’t have known about…”

“Geillis doesn’t know about the pictures, so she couldn’t have told me. You’ve never seen me before the other day, so I haven’t been spying on you. How else would I know about them, and that you look at them every night, if I wasn’t a psychic?”

She suddenly crossed her arms over her chest and pulled her legs up onto the chair. Tears welled in her eyes, opened wide in fear. His heart turned over at the sight.

“You said you wanted me to prove it. I’m sorry if I took it too far, but it had to be something Geillis didn’t know about already.”

“Those… Those are the only photos I have…”

“It was a car crash, that took them from you?”

“Stop doing that!” she snapped, hastily wiping the tears from her face.

Jamie held his hands up, palms out in surrender.

“I’m sorry, Miss Beauchamp. Sometimes… This gift of mine gets away from me sometimes and I forget what it feels like to others. I apologize.”

Claire’s eyes were on the floor, glazed and unfocused. Had he just gone too far?

***

There was no way this man she’d only met once before could possibly know that. Not even if he’d been outside her window. But he knew. He knew that she had two photographs. He knew that she looked at them almost every night. That she’d held a mirror up when she was little. That she’d lost them in a car crash. How had he said it? A car crash that had taken them from her.

That loss, at such a young age, had started something in her. The first loves she’d ever had, her doting parents, had been snatched away from her. The man that had raised her had also been stolen away.

“Why?” she blurted, still not looking at him. “Why did you ask me to come back? Just so you could pry open my secrets?”

“No,” he said quickly, voice very gentle. “Not at all. I’m deeply sorry for causing you such distress.”

After hearing that deep, Scottish burr in her dream, she thought she could hear a hint of it in his English accent. She'd noticed it the first time they'd met and had wondered why he hid it. Now, taking in everything he'd just told her, Claire thought she now knew all too well. Movement caught her eye and she looked up to see him start to reach out for her, only to stop himself and sit back in his chair.

“So why? It’s obviously not because of Geillis.”

“I truly don’t know. There’s something that…,” he paused, as if rethinking what he was going to say. “What I said before is true. I’ve never read leaves like yours. Or seen such unique lines on a palm. And then the vision-”

He stopped suddenly and her eyes flashed up to his. Vision? She’d had an intensely erotic dream about him a few nights before, but she’d pretended it had been exhaustion and the wine at dinner with Frank. Her chest felt tight as her tears of sadness changed to tears of anger.

“What. Vision.”

“Miss Beauchamp, you have to understand-”

“Did you see my death!?”

“What? No! No, I rarely see someone’s death. No, I see snippets of the past, or vague notions of the future. That’s all.”

Now it was his turn to look away from her. The tips of his slightly pointed ears turned pink and then deep red. Her heart began racing as she watched the red deepen.

“What the hell did you see?”

“I’m not sure I should say. I don’t want you to get the wrong idea of me. I have no control over these visions.”

“If you don’t tell me what’s going on, I’m going to walk out of here and you’ll never ever see me again.”

Jamie’s eyes fastened on hers again, their earnestness making her swallow. His brow furrowed in thought as he chose his words.

“It… It came in glimpses. Two people, waiting for each other. He watched her wander through a field, enjoying her freedom. Then… It skipped, not flowing clearly. Then they were together, him above and her below. They were desperate, lusting, like they hadn’t been together in some time. Married. They wanted a child. He wore a kilt. He… They…” he paused, taking in a shallow breath and letting it out again. “I could taste her, feel her quivering beneath me.”

Jamie opened his eyes slowly and looked at her. Claire found herself on the edge of her seat, her nails digging into the underside of the chair she sat on.

“And that's it?”

“I woke before they… Concluded their meeting.”

Claire swallowed, her belly tightening at the memory of that very moment she thought her body was on fire, lost in sensation, before she'd awoken next to Frank.

“He had blue eyes,” she whispered. “Like yours.”

“I don’t know that. But her eyes were… Very much like yours.”

“No, I mean… I saw him. His eyes. I… I felt something. Like I was there. Like it was real.”

Claire heard Jamie's breath hitch slightly; watched him gaze at her, his lips slightly apart. She knew without truly knowing that his mouth was soft and warm. His eyes dilated, and his breath came shorter. Claire barely had enough time to realize something was happening when he spoke.

*** He recognized the feeling, but was confused. It never happened during his waking hours.

Tears ran down her cheeks, flushed from anger or passion he didn’t know.

Claire was looking at him with wide eyes, concerned.

“Please,” she pleaded with him. “It must be tonight.”

The electric lights around him came into sudden, sharp focus.

“I’m sorry,” he said, barely suppressing his Scottish accent. “I’m not sure what’s happening.”

Then everything around him tilted sideways and slipped away from him.

“Hush, mo nighean donn. I’ll no’ deny ye. Haven’t ye learned that by now?”

“Please! It has to be tonight!”

“Why?”

She hiccuped with a sob and met his eyes.

“It just does. Please.”

He smiled at her and checked around the corner. The rest of the castle was asleep, giving them a few precious moments to sneak out undetected.

“Come wi’ me. I’ve just the place.”

Jamie came back to himself with a sudden snap. Prying his eyes open, he looked at the tear-streaked face before him, golden eyes glinting.

“Mo nighean…” he croaked, reaching out as if to wipe the tears from her cheeks. But a mind-numbing pain seared through his head and he cried out, clutching his hair. “Ifrinn!”

Claire nearly launched off her chair.

“Jesus H. Roosevelt Christ! Jamie, what’s wrong!?”

“Aaahhh!”

“Do you have aspirin somewhere?”

He pointed in the direction he hoped the bureau was. The drawer squeaked as she pulled it open. Rattling of pills against the plastic bottle sounded like a drumline in his head.

“Here,” she said, a cool hand beneath his chin. “Open up and drink. Careful… That’s it.”

Finally, the pain began to ebb away, slowly receding like the ocean’s tide.

“Thank you,” he said after clearing his throat. “I apologize for that, Miss Beauchamp.”

Opening his eyes slowly, he saw that she’d moved back to her chair.

“That looked like a nasty migraine… lad.”

His jaw clenched and his heart began to race.

“What do you mean?”

“It seems that you know my secrets and I know yours.”

“And what secret of mine have you learned?”

“You’re not English. You’re a Scot. And I suspect you’re hiding it for a good reason, probably to keep yourself under the radar of whoever.”

Staring up at her, he felt the blood drain from his face.

“Please… You mustn’t tell anyone.”

“I won’t. Like I said, we know each other’s secrets now. But… About that migraine of yours. If that gets any worse, I’d go and see someone about it. That can be a sign of something serious.”

“I will. Thank you. I’m afraid I’ve kept you longer than I intended.”

She stood and he carefully got to his own feet. He walked her to the door where they both hesitated.

“Will I… Ah… If that was a vision of yours, why did I have the same exact dream?”

“I’m not really sure about that. It was a rather strong one, for me, and it felt as if it had a connection to you, somehow. Perhaps that was why. I’m truly sorry it bothered you. I don’t think it’ll happen again.”

“Good. I suppose… Good day, Mr. Fraser.”

“Good day, Miss Beauchamp.”

Jamie closed the door behind her and thought about what had happened. He’d never had a waking vision before. That was new - and very strong. Perhaps he’d speak with Jenny or Murtagh about it, see what they thought. Jenny knew more about it than he did, she’d known Willie longer.

His heart clenched, thinking of his lost elder brother. No. No I must not think of that. For a moment, he allowed himself to contemplate Claire, to see when she might be back. But just as he was beginning to get a glimpse of her coming in the front door, his head began throbbing. Best wait a while before doing that.

Nearly two weeks later, Jamie finished preparing his afternoon tea when a knock came at the door. Smiling, he thought it might be Claire, come to see him again.

“Who’s that, lad?”

Murtagh came out from the kitchen, frowning at the door.

“It’s probably Claire. She’s due back soon.”

“And why’s that? She’s got a man already.”

“Curiosity, Murtagh. She’s a smart lass and I’m a mystery.”

Jamie pulled the door open and his smile dropped from his face.

“Iffrin! Murtagh!”

Continue to Part 4

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sarahjane0886 · 7 years

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The Road to Us 11

Book 2 - Come Home With Me - Chapter 5 - Forever ❤️

Peta woke up slowly the next morning as she slowly stretched her body checking to see how she felt after her lovely stomach issues the night before. She determined that her stomach wasn’t completely as bad as it had seemed the night before. There was still a little bit of a twinge but nothing like the night before. She smiled as she caught sight of a sleeping Maks curled up on his pillow across from her. Then she caught sight of the ring on her finger and a smile broke out across her face. She couldn’t believe they had finally gotten engaged. She was so excited and couldn’t wait to start planning and telling everyone. She decided her fiance needed to be awake but paused for a moment as the word registered, her fiance. He was her fiance. She scooted closer so that her face was resting on the pillow next to his and pressed her lips against his.

“Mmhmm.” He mumbled smiling just a little bit. She pressed another kiss to his lips with a little more force this time. He slipped his arm around her pulling her body to his as he slipped his tongue in her mouth and deepened the kiss. The both continued to explore the other as the kissing turned much much hotter. Peta then remembered where they were.

“Parents parents parents!” She exclaimed as she pulled away from him and settled on the other side of the bed.

“Sorry.” Maks said as he collected himself.

“It’s okay. I started it.” He laughed and opened his arm up to her. She looked at him with a look and he laughed harder.

“I’ll behave, come here, I wanna hold my fiance.” He said wiggling his eyebrows. Her grin grew as she slide over to him. She pressed a simple soft kiss to his lips before burying her body into his.

“I love that we can say that now.” She said holding out her hand to admire. He laced his fingers through hers as he pulled them up to his lips.

“Me too pretty girl. How are you feeling today?” He said as he ran his hand up and down her bare arm.

“It’s still there a little and I’m still tired but nothing is going to keep me from celebrating this today.” She said as she nuzzled into him.

“I’m glad to hear that. You let me know if it gets bad again. We’ll take a break okay?”

“I will handsome.”

“Good. So now, how do you want to tell everyone?”

“I think we should do it after brunch. Sam and Lana will be here and I think they are spending the day here. So we can tell them and then enjoy the rest of the day with everyone. That sound okay to you?”

“I think that sounds perfect.” He said pressing a kiss to her head.

“We should probably get ready.” She said softly as she wrapped her arm around him.

“5 minutes. I just want to enjoy this for us for just a little bit longer.” She looked up at him and smiled before pressing another kiss to her lips. He slid down the bed a little and tucked her into them as he intertwined their legs together while they laid there. Eventually they did have to get up though. They both scurried to get ready, taking turns in the shower and doing what they needed.

FInally it was brunch time and everyone settled into Suzanne and Barry’s dining room to enjoy the meal together. They all had a great time talking about different things. Barry and Suzanne decided to start telling stories of Peta and Sam when they were little and they had a blast with it. Once brunch was over they all cleared the table and moved out to the patio to relax. Maks looked at Peta and she nodded her head.

“Maks and I have an announcement.” Peta said as she laced her fingers through Maks’s. He leaned over and pressed a kiss to her temple before beginning.

“So last night, Peta and I went to dinner with Suzanna and Barry. During the day I asked Barry to help me execute a plan of mine that I had building in my head and he agreed to help.”

“You didn’t tell me that part.” Peta said looking at Maks in shock.

“It wasn’t important.” He said with a sly grin.

“It is. But I’ll let it slide. Anyway so I managed to ruin Maks’s plans by getting sick last night.”

“You didn’t ruin them, they just hit a bit a of a snag.”

“Whatever. Anywhoo, then I proceeded to ruin the surprise even more by finding a vital piece of the surprise when Maks went to get ready for bed.”

“I came back to find her holding the surprise but she asked me to ask her anyway.”

“And he did.”

“So we would like you all to be the first to know.” Peta watched Maks out of the corner of her eye so she could see when she needed to come in.

“That we’re engaged.” They said together. The patio erupted in cheers as everyone came over to congratulate the two.

“I didn’t know you had a part in this daddy.” Peta said as her father held her tight.

“Well Maks asked so I was more than eager to help him. I’ve seen just how happy he makes you and so I knew that giving this to him would be the perfect way to let my daughter’s heart be taken over by someone else.” He said getting slightly choked up.

“You’ll always be my first love daddy.” She said as the two pulled apart. He pressed a kiss to her cheek before letting her go and her brother take ahold of her. After awhile they group was settled down again.

“I think this calls for a celebration. We don’t have much but I do have a strawberry cake that I was saving for after dinner but I think we should bring that out now. And we have a bottle of champagne saved as well.” Suzanne said as she bounced up and disappeared in the house. Lana laughed and followed her in to help. After a few minutes they reappeared with the cake and began passing it out. Lana poured everyone a glass and Barry began to begin to make a toast when Peta got a whiff of the cake. It instantly made her stomach flip and she knew she was going to be sick. She handed her glass to Maks and bolted into the house. Everyone looked in concern at the entrance way.

“I’ll go check on her if that’s okay with you Maks.” Lana said as a realization clicked in her head.

“Err…..umm.” He responded knowing how Peta was when she was sick.

“Just give me a little bit with her and if we don’t come back then you can come in. Please?” She said.

“Okay.” He said relenting. “Ten minutes.”

“You got it.” And with that she scurried into the house to find Peta. She found Peta curled up on the floor catching her breath. She grabbed a washcloth from the shelf and wet it with cool water before sitting next to her.

“Thanks. How’d you get Maks to let you come instead of him?” Peta said weakly as she accepted the cloth and wiped her mouth off before resting the cloth on her knees and resting her head on it.

“I didn’t really give him much choice……and I promised he could come get us if we weren’t back in 10 minutes.” She said chuckling.

“Sounds like Maks.” Peta said smiling slightly.

“He loves you. That’s for sure.” Lana said as she stood to grab Peta some water.

“Sam loves you too.”

“I can only hope that we end up as happy and in love looking as you and Maks are. What you two have is something special. But me envying your love with Maks is not why we’re in here, how are you?”

“It seems to have passed. I don’t know what this is Lana, but it can go away.” Peta said closing her eyes.

“That’s actually why I came in. I wanted to ask you something and I hope I’m not overstepping.” She said softly looking at the woman that she just met.

“Umm..” Peta said looking at her confused.

“There’s no easy way to say this but do you think you could be pregnant?” Lana blurted out.

“What, excuse me?” Peta said look at her shocked.

“I….err….well, my sister was pregnant with my niece a few years ago and a lot of her initial symptoms were similar to yours. The tiredness, the random stomach issues and vomiting. And I know its none of my business but I just felt that you needed to know what I was seeing. And I understand if you’d like me to leave.” Lana said as she rambled watching Peta’s face and seeing no reaction before standing to go away.

“Wait, no, Lana sit.” Peta said reaching for the younger woman.

“Are you sure?” Lana said softly wringing her hands.

“Yes, please. I just need a moment.” Peta said grabbing one of her hands and pulling her down.

“Okay. I’ll just sit here.” Lana answered sitting down next to Peta and letting her keep her hand. Peta’s mind began to spin with options and thoughts and things. She kept trying to process what Lana was saying as well as see if she was right. She had skipped her period but with the flying and traveling she hadn’t thought anything of it. She was just a week or two late at this point but still could she.

“I…..you could be….I don’t know.” Peta sputtered. That’s when there was a knock on the door and Maks’s head appeared.

“You okay pretty girl?” He said softly. Lana gave Peta a look and waited for Peta to nod her head before giving her hand one last squeeze. She stood up and let Maks take her place next to Peta. He slipped his arm around her and felt her sink into his body.

“I’m alright.” She said softly.

“You look pretty pale sweetheart.” He said as he rested his lips on her head.

“Yeah, I think I may need to lay down for awhile.” She said as her head was still spinning. She was going to have to tell him but she just needed a minute.

“Okay, let’s get you up there then. I’ll get you settled and then tell everyone before I come back with you.” He said getting ready to stand.

“You don’t have to lay with me handsome.” She said softly.

“Babe.”

“No Maks, everyone was so excited, I don’t want to ruin it all. If I just lay down for a little bit then I should be okay.”

“Peta, everyone out there will understand. And i don’t want to celebrate our engagement without you. What’s the fun in that? And they can all hang out and we’ll be back with them in a little bit.”

“Alright. I’ll go ahead up though and you tell them. I can handle that okay? Will you grab me ginger ale out of the fridge before you come up please?” She said as they both stood.

“Yup.” He said as they split up. He headed out to let them know and they all sent their hopes for Peta to feel better as well as that they’d all celebrate later on if she was up to it. He promised he’d pass everything on to Peta as he headed back in the house. He grabbed her ginger ale and headed up to their room. He found her curled up on his pillow as tears streamed down her face.

“Hey, hey. What’s wrong?” He said laying down next to her and pulling her into him.

“I don’t know.” She got out as the tears came harder and she just clung to him. To be honest she wasn’t sure why she was crying. She just knew she was confused and nervous and scared but excited all at the same time.

“Okay, we’ll just lay here til we figure it out alright?” He said holding her as close as he could as her hands griped into his shirt. Eventually her tears slowed and her body began to relax but the grip on his body remained the same. He decided to shift them and let her lay on him since that always seemed to help. When he began to shift her grip tightened if that was even possible but then she relaxed when she realized what he was doing. She settled into his body pressing against his chest as his heart beat soothed her racing mind. Finally she relaxed enough to speak to him.

“You’re in this for forever, right? No matter what?” She asked shyly and softly.

“Pretty girl, that’s what this is for.” He said tapping the engagement ring resting on her finger.

“I know but what if things were different.” She said quietly.

“Different like how?” He said trying to pull this from her without upsetting her.

“What if it wasn’t just me?”

“P, who else is there going to be?’

"What if there was a baby?” She said as her grip tightened again and her body tensed up.

“Wait, what? You think?” Maks said moving to sit them up but keeping his arms around her.

“I don’t know. That’s why Lana wanted to check on me. She was worried because her sister had a lot of the same symptoms to begin with. And then I got to thinking and I am late, Maks. I just thought that it was because we were traveling and that flight always screws me up but what if I’m wrong?”

“There’s only one way to find out.” He said pressing a kiss to her head.

“I….I don’t know what I want it to say.” She admitted.

“Well let’s think about it this way, we both want a family right? We want kids and all that right?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, so then if it’s positive we go from there and if it’s not we just know that it will happen eventually.”

“But I think I want it now but I don’t want to mess up our paths.”

“You’re allowed to want it babe. I think I want it too but either way it’s not going to mess up our paths because which ever one it is will be the one we’re supposed to be on.”

“I guess so.” She said as she fiddled with his shirt sleeve.

“You know so. So now what do we do about finding out?” He asked as he rubbed her back slowly.

“I need a pregnancy test. We can’t get that today though. What are we going to do just up and leave?”

“Well no I guess you’re right. Everyone is at work tomorrow right?”

“Right.”

“So we’ll go once they leave and get the test and then come back and do them and see what they say and we’ll go from there. No pressure either way and it’s just you and me pretty girl just you and me. ”

“Okay.”

“Should we go back downstairs soon?” He asked softly not really wanting to leave their quietness but knowing they couldn’t blow off her family especially with it being family day.

“In a little while. I just need to lay with you right now for awhile. Just so I can know it’ll all be alright.” She said as she pressed into him.

“It will pretty girl, it will.” He tipped her head up so he could kiss her softly. He laid them back down and let her settle into him.

“I love you.” She whispered.

“Forever.” He replied tapping her ring gently.

“Forever.” She said as she snuggled into him just a little closer as they both took the rest of the time together to let the idea of what could be process. They knew the next few days would be eventful but in the meantime they had each other and that was what mattered most.

*And that is it for this update. I hope you all enjoyed it. Don’t forget to like it up and let me know what you thought either in the comments or shoot me a message if you’d rather. Thank you all for being amazing readers and such a great support system especially through these weeks with my new job.

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[HR] The Best Part of You

“You can kick and scream all you want baby, but this ship is going dooown!” The demon howled joyfully as old-man-Ed scrambled on the floor of the empty McDonalds kitchen, like a fat rat having a stroke. By now, all his employees have escaped onto the streets. Not one wasting a second to help their obese abusive manager, who has been trapped in the inside of his fast food restaurant - at a very inconvenient time.

“What the fuck is happening!?” Ed belched out between his fat lips. His round cheeks shined red below his forehead, dripping profusely of sweat. The panic and confusion towards the chaos erupting around him made him break out in pools of secretion. That, and the gigantic crack in the kitchen floor that seemed to have split open the earth beneath the shopping mall, omitting waves of heat that licked the surface.

“My sweet baby Ed, it’s the final day - yeaaah! End of timesss, tribulation period over. D-Day is finally happening. Rapture ya- know?” The demon danced around the man and hopped onto the yellow counter to make himself comfortable with a fat cigarette and a pink milkshake. “Apocalypse now and all that fun stuff, you know?”

Ed’s striped beige shirt was ripped open on the top, exposing a gold chain wrapped in curly chest hair. Some casualty buttons laid scattered across the dirty white tiles, while he fanatically clutched at his torso, breathing fast and heavy.

“Who the fuck are you!?” he spat out, frightened at the site of this unnatural looking human creature, who had the face of an angel but topped with two small horns protruding from his soft locks of brown hair. His athletic body was dressed in the snazziest midnight blue suede suit. He also flaunted a pair of golden boots with black tips to finish off his ‘end-of-the-world-outfit’.

“Moi?” The demon whirled his wrist in the air with a big smile. “I’m no one you should be concerned with right now. But, by the looks of it sweet-cheeks, we’ll be spending a lot of time with each other very sssoon. For all the getting-to-know-you-you-getting-to-know-me chitchats in the world” He happily replied. “Rather, you should be focused on more important things like the choices you’ve made throughout your life.” He blew a puff of smoke into the air.

“What the fuck are you talking about!” Ed shouted in pain, “why is my leg disappearing?”

“It’s not.”

“Yes. Yes, it is I can feel it!” Ed tried to reach for the bottom of his left pant to lift up to see what’s going on, but his big belly pushed him back down on his back while the demon just slurped his shake and smiled.

“And my eye! It’s. It’s going grey! I can’t see through it” he clasped his hand tightly over his left eye, hoping the pressure would stop the feeling that it was slowly being pulled out.

The demon gave a satisfying burb and mumbled about how he missed the sweet taste of strawberries.

“You see babes, today is all about the sssoul.” The demon dragged his long finger down his chest in a sensational manner while he licked his lips enthusiastically. “Today we’re all about finding out where our souls belong.” He winked.

Ed let go of his eye and started to hit his head with the palm of his hand and commanded himself to wake up. “Wake up!” He yelled hysterically, “This is all a bad dream! Wake up!”

“Oh, don’t be so dramatic” The demon tipped his cigarette ash on his chest. “This is just it. It’s every bad, selfish, fuckt-up thing you’ve ever done, comes down to this day.” He slurped some more, “But what makes you so special – why I had to really fight and beg to be the one to escort you back, is that near-death experience you had 10 years ago.” Ed’s eyebrows furrowed as he gulped like a goldfish out of water.

“Don’t you remember sweet angel?” The demon’s ferret-like eyes closely observed his victim’s reaction and took another long drag. Ed remained quiet and pushed himself back up against the opposite counter, eyeing any options to escape.

“You don’t remember, do you?”

“Of course I do!” Ed snapped back, which made the demon grin.

“It was that beautiful quiet night in September 2010 when you lied to your wife about a work function in Joburg,” air quoting the work function part, “But as I recall magoshas don’t do very well in giving strategic feedback on annual reports. Ha! More like anal reports. Am I right?” He winked and laughed.

Ed snarled at him while he noticed sharp pains shooting through his back.

“Sho, tough crowd” the demon smirked. “Anywhoo. Despite your colleagues telling you over and over again to not drive home, you ssstill insisted. Heck! You could barely hold your own balls up to shit straight. But noooo, you are big man Ed.” The demon mocked in gorilla-like voice.

“And so, you got into your SUV, piss drunk, and sped down the M1 just to fall asleep at the wheel.” He licked his lips again, waiting for a reaction. “You woke up in the ICU the next day with half your body obliterated, remember?” He lingered again on the last part.

“What do you want!?” Ed screamed hysterically.

“Nothing really. I’m here for you baby.”

Ed tried to get up, but gravity pulled his bowels back down and forced him to sit where he was and listen.

“So!” The demon continued cheerfully.

“What you chose to forget about that night is that you brutally killed a whole family, right? A sweet mother and a caring father to a baby boy and a 3-year-old girl. So pure, so innocent.”

With those words he hopped off the counter and hunched down to meet Ed at eye level, his golden boots kicked open his legs to sit as close as he could – face to face. Ed could smell the sulfur breath and noticed a different gleam in the demon’s eyes as he stared into his soul.

“But did it matter?” The demon asked softly.

Ed gulped hard and tried to avoid making eye-contact.

“Yes, actually!” The demon answered himself and bounced back up on the counter as if he was performing a hilarious skit at a children’s show.

“Because ssince you were in need of a new eye socket, kidney and left bottom leg, the miracle of modern medicine and a convenient pile of dead family members - thanks to you of course - were able to transfer the parts to you. Did you know that? Ha! What a miracle that they had what you needed?” He smiled wide like a panting dog. “And you didn’t even get in trouble for that oopsie on the highway, did you? Just paid the man and made it all go away - you sssneaky snake you. I may learn a thing or two.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ed replied.

“Oh. Well focus now honey, because this is important. You’re quite special since this was not the only transplant you’ve had, is it?”

Ed grappled at his chest again.

“Noo, you also have a new heart in you?” He giggled, “Because Mr.Tubby-wubby couldn’t control his brandy and coke intake, could he?”

Ed moaned when he tried to move again but the tiles cracked underneath him as if an invisible force was pulling something inside him down.

“Oh wait!” The demon exclaimed with a finger in the air. “That’s right, I just remembered what you told your brother the other day.” He cleared his throat and started to speak. But the voice that came out sounded exactly like Ed’s.

“The only time a kaffer was useful is when this one died and gave me a new heart.” He even tapped his chest the same way Ed did when he joked about his new transplant from the African donor. The fat man screamed for help, but the demon just smiled and waited.

In the demon’s own calm voice, he continued: “Fun fact, that donor was a doctor. Did you know that? One of those Doctors-Across-Borders type of guys, who sacrificed their lives for the sake of others. . . No matter what race or gender. I know, too fancy for my taste as well.” He smirked.

“Oh, go fuck yourself!” Ed exclaimed.

“Sweet baby, that’s the spirit!” The demon whooped like a drunk girl in a limousine.

“It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there like you always say!”

Ed finally slumped down completely on the floor, and felt his body being ripped apart in the different places where he had surgeries. Even though he couldn’t see anything happening he could feel the pain shredding through him as the invisible force tore into his insides.

“Oh snap! Sorry sugar-tits! I forgot to tell you, silly me.” The demon got up onto the counter and paced it proudly like an actor in the spotlight.

“I’m here is to tell you that our souls are sowed into every fiber of our bodies. Neat hey? So, it’s the rapture as you should have figured out by now, and that means it’s time for souls to travel to their final destination. Choo-choo!”

The demon laughed hard. “You being you, of course - the oh so important Ed-magoo - means parts of you obviously don’t belong to you or here. And definitely don’t belong where you’re going. These parts, these foreign pieces of other people’s sweet souls, are returning to their rightful and righteous owners. While the rest of you my dear…” his eyes shined brightly, “well you have a date with me baby cakes, whooo!”

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Hello my Tumblr Lovely’s,

Normal service has resumed on my blog and I am back to post the next part of this Robyn and Taron story.

Random side tangent though.... I bought this today!

And I am ridiculously excited to get it and we won’t talk about how the shipping was nearly the same price as the product but I cannot wait to get my hands on it! It’s Care Bears! And original 80′s bears! Just living my childhood now!

Anywhoo, moving on. No major disclaimer needed for this part. Tiny bit emotional and a little angst but nothing else. Also I don’t know Taron.

Suze xx

“Relief is a wonderful emotion, highly underrated. In fact, I prefer it to elation or joy. Relief lets the air out of the Tire of Pain.”

Once Robyn had tidied away the picnic blanket and she put the cups in the dishwasher in the kitchen, she took Taron’s hand and they walked back upstairs, the last to arrive, everyone sitting and chatting as Aiden got the next part of the course ready to go. They took the two seats at the end as before and Robyn’s nerves had settled until Aiden came to the part about bleeding and the different types of wounds associated with bleeding and when the trainer mentioned gun shots, he quickly stopped and immediately looked to her.

“It’s fine.” She assured him. “Go on.” Her hand squeezing Taron’s hard completely disagreed with what she actually thought and when his hand returned the tight grip, she knew he was feeling just as uncomfortable as she was.

Thankfully, Aiden didn’t linger on the subject of more severe wounds, concentrating on what they would most likely find in a creche. Ten minutes before four, he was handing out the pages with the quick quiz for the attendees to fill in, Robyn grinning when Taron asked for one too.

“I may as well. I have sat through it.”

Robyn finished the multichoice questionnaire quickly and looked to Taron as he hoovered over a and b on question seven.

“It’s c.” She whispered to him, seeing Taron grin and circle c.

“What is this one?” He asked pointing the question number two.

“A.”

“Thank you.”

Robyn looked to the left when she was elbowed by Emma sitting beside her. “Cheater.”

“He wasn’t here for the first part of the day.”

“Sure.” Emma smiled. “That’s your reason.”

With all the quizzes collected and corrected, everyone passed the refresher course and were then handed their certs, Aiden quickly hand drawing out one for Taron too, giving it to him with a grin and handshake.

“Thank you all for coming today and giving me your full attention. I know it is not an easy course to take but everyone gave their all and I very much appreciate that. Now enjoy the rest of your weekend.”

A babble of chatter filled the room as a happy mood of being free from weekend training circled the air. Robyn turned to Taron and gave him a tiny smile, suddenly feeling a whole new level of exhaustion fill her. Keeping it together during the training, she could finally fully breathe again but that shame that had been pushed to the side that morning when Taron appeared was quickly creeping back in.

“Stop it.” Taron could see her overthinking once again, now that she wasn’t distracted by the course and he leaned a little closer to her, knowing the increased volume of the conversation in the room would cover his words. “You are not to let yourself fall back into the guilt I know you are feeling. I am happy to be here with you. Too much has happened for us today to go backwards.”

She nodded in agreement and then acknowledged the staff who walked past them saying goodbye as they had some hurry in their step to leave the playroom and make the most of what was left of their weekend. Soon it was just her, Taron and Emma left in the room along with Aiden as he tidied up after the course. Once the room was somewhat empty, Robyn rolled her neck and letting go of Taron’s hand covered her mouth as she yawned.

“Why don’t you and Taron head back to yours.” Emma had noticed how neither Robyn or her male friend had even tried to make a move once the course finished and they still sat on the little chairs. “Been a long day for you both.”

“I will help you put the room back together.” Robyn stood up and went to pick up the chair she was sitting on but was stopped by Emma.

“The girls can do it on Monday. They will have lots of time before the children come in. Take Taron and go home.” Emma tilted her head a little, her eyebrows motioning towards Taron.

Robyn easily read the body language from Emma and knew she had to face the fate of Taron’s clear disappointment as he spoke to her outside earlier. “Yeah alright.” She turned to Taron. “Ready to go?”

“Absolutely.” He nodded. Desperate for some privacy and his chat with Robyn, he also really wanted a shower and some sleep. Getting to his feet, he looked to Emma. “Thank you.”

Emma smiled a little. “No need for you to thank me. It was nice to see you again.” She hoped Taron got the hidden meaning behind her words and as he stepped forward to give her a hug, she knew he did.

Once they said one last thank you and goodbye to Aiden, they headed downstairs and while Robyn collected her belongings from her locker, Taron waited in the office. He heard a clash and clang as she dropped something and when the curse came from her lips as she dropped her keys again, he stepped into the hallway, watching as she juggled her belongings, reaching forward to take her purse before she dropped it too.

“Robyn?” He caught her keys just as the slipped from her hands too and he was left holding all of her things except her coat.

“Shit sorry Taron.” Robyn walked past him into the office and dropped her coat on her chair. “Don’t know what is going on with me.” She took her things from him, putting everything into her handbag, except her keys, leaving them on the desk.

“I have an idea.” He said kindly and he stepped in to give her a hug. “Adrenaline is gone and that tiredness is really settling in. Thoughts of things to come.”

“I hate that I did this to you.” She spoke into his chest.

“You have done nothing to me except protect me but you just went around it the wrong way and here in your office is not the place for this conversation. Let’s go back to yours.” Taron placed a soft kiss on her head. “And I am driving.”

Robyn lifted her head from him. “You are driving?”

“Yes.” He picked up her keys from the desk. “I am not letting you drive home like this. I know I am tired but your tired is so different to mine. I will get us back to yours and don’t even try to argue with me over it.”

“Whatever you want rocketman.”

He smiled as she used his nickname. “Great. Let’s go.” He picked up his sunglasses and hat, putting both on before swinging his bag over his right shoulder.

With everything in her hands except her keys, Robyn pushed the door release button and let them out of the creche, making their way to her car. She smiled as Taron crossed her path, getting to the car first at the driver’s side, unlocking the car and throwing his bag on the back seat, Robyn slipping into the passenger side. Strange having someone else drive her car, it was something she never thought Taron would ever have to do but inside she was happy for him to take over the short drive to hers, trusting him completely to get them there safely. At the moment, he was definitely the perfect person to have behind the wheel. She watched him adjust the seat a little, before he pulled his seatbelt on and then started the car, Robyn turning the radio down. The drive was quick and quiet and as the car rolled down the cul de sac of where Robyn lived, they both gave Lizzie, her mam a wave as they passed by her childhood home, Lizzie outside talking to the neighbours. Robyn cringed at the thought of her mam seeing Taron in her car and driving it too only imagining the questioning she was going to get when she saw her mam next.

As Taron parked the car outside her house, making sure the hand break was pulled up properly, normally what was a happy feeling inside at having Taron in her home, knowing it was some decent rest for him, was replaced by an overanxious and troubled sickening feeling for Robyn. She waited for Taron to grab his bag and then once he had locked the car, let him unlock her front door and turn off the alarm.

Once inside, Taron pulled off his glasses and hat and left his bag on the island and stood in the kitchen waiting for Robyn to hang up her coat. She slowly made her way to stand beside him, knowing full well what was coming, her eyes on the floor, avoiding looking at Taron.

“So, I want you to go into the bathroom and run yourself a nice hot bubble bath.”

Robyn’s head shot up. “What?”

“You heard me.” Taron moved a little closer to her. “It has been a hard morning and you just need to re-energise but also heat up.”

“Taron…”

“What I want to say will take me about a minute and it needs to be said when we both have clearer heads and taken some time for pumped up emotions to calm down a bit and preferably in a cuddle in my corner of the couch. We need to make sure words are not exchanged when we are still stumbling through what happened today. I know right now, my mind set isn’t perfect and seeing you perform the CPR has made me understand why you didn’t want to tell me about the training but I still needed to know about it so what I want you to do, is go and run a nice bath, put some music on and then after I take a shower we can sit and work some niggly things out. Then we put one some crappy TV in your room and sleep.” Taron placed his hands on her cheeks. “If you don’t run it, I will and you know I don’t know how to make the bath salts melt properly.”

Robyn smiled at him under his hands. “I would love a bath.”

“Go. I will find something to amuse myself with around here.”

“I have no doubt about that. Thanks Taron.”

“Take as long as you need. Is cwtch on your couch?”

“Of course.” Robyn answered him.

“Think I might go and catch up with him.”

“Feel free to raid the fridge Taron.”

“Baked goods?” He asked his eyes opening wide.

“Maybe.” Robyn side stepped around him to her countertop beside the fridge and pulled a plate towards her with a round cake cover on top. Taron came to stand beside her and as she lifted the lid, heard the gasp of excitedness from him.

“You made the chocolate cupcakes with honeycomb!” He reached forward to swipe at the pale chocolate frosting on top of the cake, eating the light frosting from his finger. “And you made them without me.” His voice held a tinge of sadness.

“When I don’t sleep, I bake.” Robyn answered with a shrug. “I also didn’t know you were coming and I wanted to practise them before I made them with you. Just to be sure.”

“Tastes good.” Taron picked a piece of honeycomb and ate it. “Delicious. I know what I am going to do now when you are in the bathroom.”

“Cwtch can’t have chocolate.” Robyn looked to him. “Don’t feed him cupcakes.” His smile was beautiful and the first one all day where his dimples appeared. “I don’t want to wash him.”

“I promise, I will be the one eating the cupcakes.”

“Good. Make sure you explain to cwtch that he will get his corner back too.”

“My corner.” Taron corrected quickly. “Cwtch was kept in a drawer under your bed before I came along.”

His answer made Robyn smile and she loved being able to have the little jokes and silliness with him. It was upsetting that it had been missing for them all day. “I am going to go now though I have a feeling I am going to come out to you covered in chocolate, in a chocolate coma on the couch.”

Taron shook his head. “You won’t. Go and take some time to relax.”

With a nod, Robyn walked away from him in the kitchen and headed for the bathroom through the laundry room, closing both doors behind her. It hadn’t been an idea that crossed her mind herself but after Taron made the suggestion of taking a hot bath, it was all she could think of and at the bath, got the plug in and hot water flowing quickly, adding an over generous amount of coconut bubble bath into the water, white foamy bubbles swirling in the water straight away. The tropical scent floated through the bathroom and as the water continued to flow, steam rose from the deep bath. Robyn walked into her bedroom, frowning at the mess she had left it in, the bed unmade, clothes thrown across the place. Even though she hadn’t really spent much time in her bedroom over the last few nights, it was still a state. She picked up a few random items of clothing and rolling them into a ball, threw them into an empty cubby hole in her wardrobe, then routing out one of her matching pyjama sets, laid it over the silver radiator bars in the bathroom and turned it on.

The bath was filling nicely and she unzipped her work fleece, throwing it into the open laundry hamper, turning to the mirror and sighing. She looked wretched and it was going to take more than a cosy sleep with Taron to rid of her the dark circles under her eyes and a lot of hydrating masks to sooth dry skin. She bent down and opened the cabinet drawer under her sink and flicking through her face masks, pulled out a pink sheet mask, perfect for rehydrating tired skin. She turned her attention back to the bath, getting to the taps just in time before the water reached the point where it would slop over the side once she got in. Going to her bath bomb wicker basket on the window, she picked up one she knew would match the coconut scent of the bubble bath and taking it from the paper packaging, threw it into the water, hearing it fizz. Once stripped and her clothes in the hamper, she eased herself into the water, wincing a little at the heat but as her body got used to the temperature of the scalding water it was glorious. Lifting her hand from the water, she pressed the button to start the bubble jets and left them on an easy sprinkle setting and then opened the face mask, placing the moisture filled sheet on her face and then lay her head back.

“Alexa, play Robyn’s piano favourites.” She called out into the bathroom, immediately the electronic device granting her wish. “Alex set an alarm for twenty minutes.” Alarm set and music on, Robyn closed her eyes and tried to clear her mind, to stop herself from thinking about everything she could. To forget how she had betrayed Taron’s trust and how she had a lot of grovelling to do for him which also involved as many head massages as he would like.

Taron had already eaten two cupcakes and was on his third as he stood in front of the piano, admiring all of Robyn’s framed pictures, particularly the ones of him and her at all of his red carpet appearances that she had accompanied him to. By far his favourite was the one Stella had taken of them in the hotel room and it was clearly Robyn’s favourite too as it took pride of place among all the photos of her family and friends. He was happy to have a little walk around, saying hello to her fish, looking out into her garden, smiling at the memory of sitting outside last year eating breakfast. The couch was calling to him but he was waiting to sit down because he knew once he sank into the comfiness of her corner couch, it wouldn’t be long before he had a nap and he wanted to stay awake until he just got his point across to Robyn that from today, things would have to change between them.

Eating the honeycomb from the cupcake, Taron had spent a good ten minutes wandering around her living area before he had to give in to some of the weariness he was feeling and sat down on the couch, nowhere near the corner but closer to the glass doors. He had just got settled when there was a knock on the front door.

“Robyn?”

Taron’s head turned to see Lizzie walking in, her face in slight surprise at seeing him sitting on the couch.

“Well, hey Taron. I thought it was you I saw in Robyn’s car. Driving it too I believe.” She closed the door and walked in towards the couch. “I didn’t know you were coming for a visit this weekend.”

“Well, it was a last-minute trip.” Taron stood up. “Just quick one.” He walked around the couch to greet Robyn’s mam with a light hug. “A real quick one.”

“Robyn normally tells me when you are coming over. It has been a while.”

“Just had a last-minute free day.” Taron shrugged. “Easier to get to Kilcreen now that I am in Belfast filming.”

“Now that she did mention.” Lizzie said with a small smile.

“It’s been busy but great being closer. No planes.” Taron tried to sound as upbeat as he could. “Always a plus.”

Lizzie saw Taron fold his arms over himself, the clear dark circles under his eyes and how he was faltering on his feet. “So, let me guess. My wonderfully stubborn daughter decided it would be in hers and yours best interest not to tell you about the first aid training she had this morning and but someone rang you to tell you and my first guess would be Claire but I am sure it was Emma and you came to Kilcreen to stand by Robyn as once again she insisted on taking on everything herself and it has been a horrible morning for both of you where neither of you got any sleep last night and Robyn is struggling once more with the frightening things that happened to you and her last year and you poor thing are here to help her but suffering through it just as much as she is.”

Taron’s mouth dropped open a small bit but his eyes closed as he nodded his head.

“I swear that daughter of mine. At times like these she is her father’s daughter. Not related to me at all. Come and sit with me.” Lizzie placed a gentle hand on Taron’s shoulder and they walked to the seats at the breakfast bar. “Sometimes I wonder if a sibling would have been good for her. She always had her cousins around, they only live next door but she is so stubbornly independent that maybe having a brother or a sister would have just opened her up more to the idea of sharing feelings and then since Keith…” Lizzie stopped to look at Taron who was avoiding her eyes. “Well, that fucker changed her into this broken scared girl and unfortunately since then she has always been out to close into herself. It wasn’t until she met you that I noticed a change in her but it seems she has been back to her old ways.” Lizzie reached for Taron’s hands. “I am so sorry she is making your life a little troublesome. Her heart is definitely in the right place just her mindset still needs to be shifted.”

Taron gave her another small smile. “She is not troublesome at all. In fact, she is wonderful.” The words came from his lips before he could stop them and knew his tired face blushed. “What I mean is…”

“I knew I liked you the first time I met you in her garden.” Lizzie smiled at him. “But the way she has treated you this weekend is not right.”

“She was under a lot of stress this morning.”

“Still no excuse for what she did Taron. Considering how close you two have gotten and how much she loves you, it really was very unfair on you though. She didn’t stop to think how her pig-headedness would affect you and not even a second thought to giving you a simple phone call. You came such a way for her and I am sure it has put you out some.”

“Not at all. I figured something out with work.” Taron insisted.

“I am sorry Taron.”

“You don’t have to apologise for Robyn. I actually admire her stubbornness; how independent and strong she is. Granted at times, she really pushes herself too far and honestly, I was hurt by what she did today.” Taron looked to Lizzie, afraid he was going to offend her. “I know why she did it and I am not mad at her.” He quickly said. “But I just need her to see that I am here for her, especially when it comes to things that involve me, like the CPR. I want to be there for her. She has done so much for me.”

“You sure you a man?” Lizzie asked with a chuckle.

Taron returned the chuckle. “Last time I checked, yes.”

“You have a good heart Taron.”

“Blame my mother.”

“Now Taron, I have spoken to your mother and she is a lovely woman.”

Taron nodded. “The best. Lizzie, I don’t want you to be mad at Robyn either. She is already feeling shit about not telling me and I am going to talk to her about what she did but honestly, I think something may have changed for her today. I saw a different Robyn earlier, one that finally seemed to understand just how much she was actually hurting herself more than anything.”

“But she is hurting you too and she can’t do that Taron. I can’t imagine today was any way easy on you too. Had to be hard watching the training.”

“It wasn’t nice.” He answered. “I saw the CCTV footage, I know what she did but it was so close to me in the creche and so very real and even though I am tired and need to sleep, I am sure I will have a few unpleasant images in my head for a while, might find it hard to drift off.”

“And get back to work.”

“Actually, they might help with my character.”

“It was still something you could have been forewarned about, something you could have talked through together rather than just being thrown into it.”

“Robyn threw herself on me to save me all those months ago, it was the least I could have done for her and to be honest, I do think doing the CPR for Robyn and for me, was good for us. Hopefully the start of the emotional healing we both need.”

“I hope so Taron because I have seen Robyn broken before and I can’t bear to watch her go through it again.”

“You already told me how strong she is and she is a serious survivor Lizzie and like I said, there was a little bit of a change and realisation after the CPR. I think a little light bulb might have gone off for her.”

Lizzie was so thankful for the patient man sitting beside her. “I really hope so but a lot of that is down to you Taron. You are the one perfect thing going for her at the moment and I really don’t want that to change but if she keeps blocking you out, I am worried that it…”

“It won’t.” Taron interrupted her quickly. “I am not going anywhere. Believe me, I am too involved now to go anywhere plus if she keeps baking me chocolate cupcakes, I can’t see a way out.” He joked.

Lizzie placed her hands on Taron’s face, finally making him look at her properly. “You have given her so much, already helped her more than I can explain but I don’t want her treating you like this because you deserve the same love you give her in abundance and believe me Taron, she does love you but as you also know, has a lot of demons to conquer.” She leaned into gently kiss his forehead, Taron smiling as it was the same delicate gesture Robyn always gave to him. “Thank you for being so kind to her, for treating her right.”

Taron placed his hands on Lizzies. “Your daughter did something for me that I will never be able to repay her for.”

“You have no idea how much you have done for her already Taron.” Lizzie took her hands from his face. “She still hasn’t stopped talking about that tent you made for her and that bracelet hasn’t left her wrist.” She was so glad to see a smile fill his face. “And I cannot even begin to explain to you how much her confidence has grown, how those little weekend trips to see you just excite her. It’s new and it’s wonderful and I just need to thank you for giving her back her spark, for helping her get it back.” She moved to give him a hug. “And don’t be afraid to give her a little bit of hell for what she did.”

“Lizzie…” Taron tried to break the hug but Robyn’s mam hugged him tighter.

“She listens to you Taron and I honestly think, if it comes from you, it means so much more than coming from me or her dad. I know how much she loves you and of everyone in her life at the moment, you are the one person she will not want to disappoint.”

“Just a little word.” He agreed. “A small one. She already knows.”

“I am sure she does Taron but make sure she knows. I don’t want her to lose you.”

This time it was Taron who hugged Lizzie tighter. “She won’t. I am sorry to say but she is kind of stuck with me and hopefully for a very long time.”

“I think her dad and I might just be ok with that.”

Taron laughed. “My mam is pretty chuffed too.”

“Someday we are going to have meet your family.”

“I very much look forward to that day.”

Their heads turned as they heard the music in the bathroom stop.

“Guess that is my cue to go. I don’t want her to know I was here.”

“I won’t say a word.” Taron agreed. “Thanks Lizzie. I needed a little pick me up.”

“I can only imagine but I think Robyn might be able to help with the rest.” Lizzie stood up and walked around the breakfast bar, stopping to look to Taron. “Ask her for a head massage. I have heard you like those.” Lizzie left him with a little wink and wide smile, another deep red blush filling Taron’s face as she left.

Lizzie had only left when the bedroom door opened and Robyn walked out, looking more refreshed and slightly happier in herself, wearing the matching white ski pyjamas he had found in her old bedroom when he had snooped through her shelves.

Robyn was so glad she had set the alarm because she had found herself dozing and the jingle woke her up, with a little splash, the water now luke warm, a lot of the frothy bubbles gone. Carefully getting out of the bath, she hopped into the shower to wash the glitter residue off from the bath bomb but also to wash her hair. Slipping into her warmed pyjama’s she was thrilled to have washed the day off, glad it was mostly done with and as she sat drying her hair, felt very apprehensive about what Taron had to say. Disappointing him was a suffering she didn’t want to have to go through again but knew he needed to have his say and was going to let him, hoping she could keep herself together to listen because seeing Taron in pain was her worst fear.

When she walked out to her living area, he was swinging around on one her breakfast bar stools. She walked over to the bar, smiling as he continued to twirl around.

“Having fun?”

“Lots.” He answered spinning once more. “Have a nice bath?”

“It was perfect.”

“Feeling warmer?”

“Much.”

“Wearing your Eddie pj’s?”

“Not my Eddie pj’s but yes.”

“No shorts?”

“Not for the moment.” Robyn walked around the breakfast bar to stand beside him. “The bathroom is all yours.” She looked over his shoulder to the plates with the cupcakes, noticing some missing. “Your tummy happy too?”

“Very.” He agreed with a grin. “They were yummy.” He got down off the stool. “I am going to go and shower.”

“Take as long as you want. I know you love that rainfall shower or I could run you a bath if you would like.”

“Thank you but no. I will stick to a shower.” He walked to the island and picked up his bag. “I may have to borrow a few things in your bathroom. I am not too sure what I packed in here this morning.”

“You know you can use whatever you want.”

Taron nodded and started to walk away from her but turned back. “I like your pictures. On your piano.”

“Me too.” She answered him. “Go and shower.”

He nodded at her and walked into her bedroom, dropping his bag on the bed. He pulled his jumper off and dropped it beside his bag, his shirt landing on the duvet next. He zipped open his bag, rummaging inside and sighed as he realised what he had packed. One clean pair of boxers and some sweat pants. Thrown at the bottom of his bag was a can of deodorant and a toothbrush. It seemed that packing in a rush and haze of disorientated worry and annoyance had not worked in his favour and he realised he was going to need to borrow more than a few things. Walking into the bathroom, he opened his belt as he went, inhaling the gorgeous feminine scent left in the neatly organised wash room from Robyn and her bath. He turned on the shower and stripped down, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor. He was going to have to ask Robyn would she mind if he put a wash on if he was going to have any clean clothes for tomorrow.

The shower was definitely needed and more beneficial than a bath and that powerful rainfall shower just pounded on tired muscles. He quickly washed his hair, used Robyn’s lime shower gel and as he stepped out of the shower, saw the towel waiting on the heated radiator for him, Robyn still looking out for him in the smallest of ways. It was so warm on his chilly skin and once dried he put on the one pair of boxers he brought with him and the grey sweat pants. He picked up the black jumper and his shirt from the bed and headed back into the bathroom to pick up the clothes he had left on the floor and walked into the laundry room and put them in the empty laundry hamper. He grabbed a fresh towel from the shelf and was towel drying his hair as he walked back into the living room, Robyn standing in the kitchen at the hob at the counter.

“Could I borrow a t-shirt?” He asked walking over to her. “I seemed to have left everything behind in Belfast.”

While Taron showered, Robyn whisked up some eggs, cooking them slowly in a saucepan and had some bread in the toaster waiting to be pushed down. She felt a little hungry and knowing how many cupcakes Taron already had, figured he would like some food. She turned when she heard his voice, her heart fluttering as he walked towards her in just his comfy sweatpants.

“My t-shirt?” She asked him.

“Technically one of mine but yes one of yours but as I gave it to you it will fit me and perhaps, I could borrow it for tonight? Or the hoodie?”

“Sure of course. You stir the eggs and I will get it.”

“Eggs?” He asked coming to stand beside her, taking the blue spatula from her hands.

“I thought you might have been hungry.”

“A little.”

“Eggs ok? I can make you a sandwich.” Robyn quickly said, worried her simply choice of food wasn’t the right choice for him.

“Eggs are perfect.” Taron nodded as he kept stirring. “No need for sandwich. I will happily eat some eggs and toast, maybe a cup of tea.”

Robyn gave him a little smile. “Let me go and get the t-shirt for you. You watch the eggs.” She held her hand out for the towel he was using to dry his hair and he handed it to her. She then walked away from him and through the laundry room, dropping the towel into the laundry basket, seeing his clothes already in there, making a mental note to pop a wash on for him when they were finished talking. She made her way in through the steamy bathroom and to her wardrobe. Reaching into the cubby hole that held her pyjama tops, she found Taron’s blue t-shirt he had given her mixed in with her other band t-shirts. She carried it back out to the kitchen. “Here ya go.”

“Thank you.” Taron passed the spatula back to her and fluffed the folded blue material out, slipping into it, inhaling the wonderful fresh scent of fabric softener as he pulled his head through. “I literally brought four things with me.”

“Bit of rush to pack this morning then.” She asked him as he smoothed down his t-shirt over his chest.

“Yeah and in a very sleepy haze.” Taron leaned his left hip against the counter.

Robyn pressed the toast down and handed Taron the spatula so he could continue to stir their eggs. “I promise you will sleep well tonight.” She moved to the kettle and lifting it from its perch, filled it at the sink, then clicking it back in place and switching it on.

“As I always do in your bed. Any chance I could put on a wash too?”

“Of course Taron. I saw your stuff in the hamper. You know you don’t have to ask.”

“Great. Thank you.” He let her take over the stirring of the eggs.

“Want me to help you?”

“No thanks. I got it. Want me to put your stuff on too?”

“Please.” She called back to him and he walked to the hamper in the bathroom and gathered up her clothes. Once at the machine, he pushed all of her bits in, his clothes after. He then added the powder and fabric softener, getting the machine going. Robyn had shown him how to use her washing machine before and he was a whizz at it now and once he was sure it was whirling round, made his way back out to Robyn in her kitchen.

“Want some help?” He asked coming to stand beside her again.

“Can you do the toast?”

“Of course.”

It took them five minutes to dish up two plates of hot scrambled eggs and triangles of buttered toast, with a pot of tea for Taron and they sat together at the breakfast bar, both eating in silence, both finishing off all the food in front of them. Robyn wasn’t surprised to see that Taron had cleaned his plate and finished most of the tea in the teapot but more so that she had eaten everything as well. It was the most food she had eaten in two days but now that the food was gone and they moved to wash up, she could feel the guilt and shame filter back into her as she dried the last fork, putting it in its place in the cutlery drawer. She knew Taron needed to have his say, that he definitely deserved to defend himself, but she hated that he had to do it and really wasn’t looking forward to see that horrible sadness in his beautiful eyes again.

As Taron dried his hands, he could see a change in Robyn and that light heartedness that filled the room earlier was gone and they hadn’t spoken a word to each other in the last twenty minutes which wasn’t unusual for them. They had sat in silence together on many occasions but it was so obvious Robyn was once again back in her head and torturing herself.

“Come and sit with me.” He said gently, taking her hand with his left, dropping the tea towel on the sink. He led her to the couch but avoided sitting in the corner, instead sitting near the edge guiding her past him so she sat his right. “Robyn…”

“Taron you don’t…”

“Just let me say one thing.”

“No Taron.” Robyn placed her hand over his mouth, stopping him from talking. “Just no.” She took her hand away from him and waited a few seconds to see if he was going to interrupt her again. When he didn’t, she continued speaking, turning around to face him. “You don’t have to explain it to me and honestly I don’t think I can listen to you tell me again that my selfish actions have hurt you because that is the one thing I never ever want to hear you say again or for me to ever do to you again.” Robyn took a quick breath, trying to keep ready to fall tears at bay. Knowing that she had hurt him, that he admitted to her that she had done so, was something she was never going to forget so easily. “I know you know I am sorry but there shouldn’t have been something for me to be sorry for. It was so easy for me to slip back into my old ways, when I promised you two weeks ago that I wouldn’t do that anymore but old habits are hard to let go of but let me tell you something, I never ever want to see the hurt in your eyes or in your voice again.” Robyn reached for his hands and cupped his two warm hands between hers. “It is not an excuse for what happened but I am still getting used to having someone like you who isn’t my family or friends and you probably figured I don’t tell them everything either.”

“Robyn…” Taron started but stopped when Robyn shook her head at him.

“I just need to you to understand how disappointed I am with myself for hurting you so. I was so caught up in my own misery that I never thought how you needed to know about the training, about how it would affect you too and that is wrong Taron. It is wrong for me to just cut you out, to be so unaware of your feelings and own emotions from the CPR and of all the people around me, you are one I don’t ever want to treat like that.” Robyn rubbed his hands with her two thumbs. “You have been nothing but kind to me and you only deserve to be treated with the same respect you give me and I know my words are probably shit at the moment but I give you my word, when I say I will tell you everything and share with you all these important things you need to know and let me start with assuring you that I have not had one nightmare since London and that’s why you haven’t had a late-night phone call from me. I wasn’t lying when I said it was daily visions but I think now they just might be gone. Before the CPR it was all I could see but once we finished, they vanished. I think it was the anxiety attached to the CPR and when that was done, a serious weight was lifted from my shoulders.” Robyn gave his hands a light squeeze. “But if they come back, I will tell you.” She let go of his hands and sat back on the couch, running her hands through her hair, looking to him, trying to put as much sincerity into her words that she could manage without crumbling on the couch in pity. “I swear Taron, I value and regard you in the highest esteem and I will never forgive myself for how I have behaved and treated you, being silent and not sharing with you and if you want to rant at me some more, I know I deserve it but Jesus Taron I will never ever let you down again or have you leaving work to come and talk to me because I know how important your work is to you and how much this movie means to you and you shouldn’t have to leave to come and chastise me for acting like a child and…”

Robyn found her words cut off as she was pulled into a tight hug, Taron’s two strong arms wrapped around her back tight as he closed the gap between them, turning to face her so he could hug her hard. She melted into him and slid her face in his neck, breathing in that wonderful fresh scent from his clean skin and hair, locking her arms around his back too.

Taron had watched Robyn go into one of her endless speeches and instead of her usual words of encouragement, she was straight into another apology to him and he could see her doing her very best to hold her tears in and keep her voice steady, feeling how hard she was squeezing is hands, not even noticing she was doing so. He knew she was sorry and as he had said to her mam earlier, could see the change in her and had a feeling that finally something had clicked with Robyn and her mindset had finally shifted to where she knew she could and must trust him and he wouldn’t hurt her in return so it was very easy for him to hug her, ending her apology and he hoped the firmness of the hug was enough for her to realise that all was definitely forgiven.

“No more tears, no more apologies.” He said into her shoulder. “I know.”

“Taron, if you…” Robyn began but he stopped her by tightening the hug.

“You have just said everything I wanted to say to you so I am not going to repeat it. It’s been a hard day for both of us and now we put it behind us and move forward and if we really want to go into people leaving work to chastise the other, don’t forgot you skipped a day’s work to come to New York to me. We are even and you and me have been through way too much to let today change us. You know I forgive you and you know you don’t have to apologise any more to me.”

“But Taron we can’t just leave it like this. I hurt you so much.”

“You did and you know this. I am not made of steel and I can feel just as much as you can and I know you didn’t mean too. It was the pressure of the course and taking it all on yourself and not leaning on others for support, leaning on me but I trust that from now on, you will talk to me. I am only a phone call away and a two-hour drive now too and Robyn I really think we are quits on the who has ever made the other person feel worse. Let’s not forget Paris either. Both of us have made mistakes but we are going to move on. I know you are sorry chicken. I am always here for you. That is never going to change. Please just don’t shut me out again.”

Robyn moved her left in circles around his back, while her right trailed up into his hair. “I won’t. I am…”

“Shh…” Taron soothed gently. “I know and it’s done. I don’t want to hear any more talk about it. Been a shit day for both of us and now we are definitely putting it behind us and moving on.” He moved his head to give her cheek a little kiss.

Robyn felt her whole body finally relax and she smiled at his little kiss. “Thank you.”

“Just make me more chocolate cupcakes.”

They both laughed, that light mood returning.

“I will make you whatever you want and hand deliver it every evening to your set if it is what you want.”

Taron moved away from her and back into his place on the couch. “Is that a promise?” He asked with a wide grin.

“Whatever you want rocketman.”

“Cookies.” Taron answered before she even finished speaking. “White chocolate chip cookies.”

Robyn laughed again. “Done.” She sat back into the couch, feeling Taron move closer to her so their shoulders were touching. “I will make some for you to bring back with you.” She turned her head as she saw him nodded happily in agreement to the cookies. The tough conversation wasn’t as tough as she thought it was going to be and all she knew was that she had never met a man like Taron before who was so willing to accept her flaws and give her the best hugs she had ever had.

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