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beastofburdenxo · 17 days

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Songbird

Tommy becomes infatuated with an exact opposite of himself. Maybe there is something to this redemption thing after all.

tags: Violence, guns, mention of blood, religious themes, some fluff.

@everandforeveryours @your-nanas-house @novashelby @lau219

Tommy Shelby never was one for religion, or God, any deity for that matter. But, seeing you that uneventful day did make him believe there were good things in the world. He never knew your name. He just knew your heavenly voice. You loved to sing, and any chance you had that is what you did. He was walking by your father’s store the first time he heard you. The window was open that warm day while you were stocking shelves. The beautiful sound hit his ears, immediately drawing his attention. Tommy stood flat against the building so you wouldn’t know he was eavesdropping. He closed his eyes with a smile as the sweet melody washed over him. Tommy knew then that you were his songbird.

He watched you from afar to not scare you. Tommy learned that you were sweet and timid. You worked at your father’s store and was a regular church goer. He never bothered you. His reputation was well known, and he knew that you could do- and should deserve- better. His eye was always on you. Not in a bad way of course. Just watch to make sure you are okay. Burmingham was a rough place to be. Much too rough for the likes of you, but you survived just fine. Born and raised there to his surprise. The closest Tommy ever got to you was when he snuck into the church to hear you sing with the choir. He was hunched over in the back of course, not to draw attention.

His eyes were only on you, his songbird. He ignored everyone else including Jesus. Tommy was there just for you. You were proof that good things happen and exist. A beacon of light in this dirty dreary town. He snuck out before church let out to not draw attention to himself. The feared devil of Small Heath in a church service is bad for business. One night you had choir practice run a little late, and Tommy was outside waiting for you to come out. Tommy always kept his distance but was always there just in case. There were lots of bad men in this town, Tommy would know. He wouldn’t be able to live with himself if some evil man hurt you. The most innocent thing in his life.

Finally, you exited the church and headed home, Tommy silently not far behind. You turned the corner as usual, and Tommy heard you cry out. He pulled out his gun from his coat and headed in your direction. Two men had grabbed you to do God knows what. They were smiling and cackling, happy with what they had caught. You tried to get away, but that just made them laugh more. Tears filled your eyes as two gunshots rang in the air. Immediately their hands were off you. You touched your face after something wet splashed onto it. Blood. Not your blood. Before you passed out, you saw bright blue eyes glowing at you in the moonlight.

Tommy felt horrible. Not about the men. About scaring you so bad you fainted. And the blood that got on you. You were so close to the men when he shot them in the head that it couldn’t be helped. His poor songbird collapsed in fear. Tommy spit on the men before gently scooping you up in his arms. He must get you away from here before you wake up. You can’t see the crime scene he just made. The Garrison was just up the street, so he figured he would take you there and clean you up. You began to stir a few minutes into the trip. “Relax, love, I won’t drop you. Almost there.” You didn’t know what “where” was, but the voice was deep and relaxing, so you didn’t fight. Tommy kicked open The Garrison’s door and brought you inside. He set you gently on the bar and went to turn the lights on. “It’s alright love. It's over. Let me clean you up, yeah?” Tommy softly touched your face with a wet rag to get the blood off. “I’m sorry about the blood. You were standing awfully close to them. They won’t bother you or any other woman again I promise.”

Any other time you would be afraid. You are in a bar for the first time ever alone with a strange man who may or may not have just hurt someone. But oddly enough you weren’t. He carried you to safety and cleaned you up. He certainly didn’t have to. “What did you do to those men earlier?” your voice comes out barely a whisper. “Don’t worry about it yeah? It's done and over with. You are safe now.” Out of the corner of your eye you see a gun sitting on the bar. You are not silly. You know what he did. "Murder is a mortal sin Mr.Shelby." Tommy, very surprised you knew who he was replied with raised eyebrows, "What those men would've done to you would have been worse than murder sweetheart. Where was your god back there huh?"

You gave Tommy a smile that almost stopped his heart. "That's an easy one, Mr. Shelby. He was in the alley with us and He compelled you to save me." Tommy chuckled. "God used the devil of Small Heath, eh? I'm surprised he knows who I am." You sit up on the bar. "He knows everyone. He can work through anyone. I'll be praying for you Mr. Shelby. I see a goodness in you." Tommy helped you to your feet. "Call me Tommy, love. Well, if what you say is true, can we take you home?" You took Tommy's arm and he walked you home. It was a comfortable silence. Tommy wanted to take your hand, but decided that you have been through enough this evening. He strangely liked how full of faith you were. How you could have seen any possible good in him was beyond him. He always thought he was beyond redemption.

You two finally made it to her door. Part of Tommy didn't want to let her go, but the other half knew it was for the best. "Well Tommy, this is me." you timidly state. "Will you tell your father what happened tonight?" Tommy asks, not wanting her father to pay him a visit. Even though he was the good guy for once. "No, probably not. I don't want him to worry more than he already does. But, thank you Tommy. For everything." With a small smile he takes your hand and softly kisses it. "Don't thank me love, thank your god yeah?" His songbird turns a pretty shade of pink at the affection. "I expect to see you this Sunday, Tommy. Regardless if you're hiding in the back or not."

Tommy's eyes got big. "You knew I was there?" HIs songbird lets out a pretty chuckle almost as harmonic as her singing. "I know every face at the church Tommy. You stuck out like a sore thumb to me." Now it was Tommy's turn to get shy as he moves from one foot to the other. "Well i'll try I guess, love. But, no promises. I'll be there for you if I do go. I'm still not on speaking terms with your god." She goes to open the door. "That's alright, Tommy. He'll speak to you when he's ready. You'll be in my prayers tonight." Sunday comes around, and Tommy finds himself outside the church. Something about songbird noticing him last time he was here, made him uneasy. What was he doing? Is this God supposedly talking to him now? Tommy just felt compelled to see her again. With her knowing that is. His watches have still been going on, gun staying in the holster.

With a sigh, Tommy sneaks in the church. In his usual back corner. His songbird in the front of the choir singing her heart out. He felt his eyes water, but didn't let the tears fall. What the hell is this? Tommy felt eyes on him, and before he could run, he noticed it was just his songbird. She smiled at him and continued to sing. Maybe she will be his saving grace after all. Maybe there is something to this redemption thing.

#cillian murphy #tommy shelby #peaky blinders #tommy shelby imagine #tommy shelby fanfiction #tommy shelby x reader

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lerelene · 5 months

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UPD

He's a total asshole

She's a badass softie

He was showing zero redeeming qualities when she fell for him while still pining for her first love - He's getting a perfect redemption arc while retaining his core bitch personality

He had a bit of a soft spot for her from the start (I believe) specifically because she had no problem threatening him with a switchblade - She got a soft spot for him after witnessing firsthand that he can love

She kissed him. Twice

He rejected her. Twice

He kissed her many times after

Oh, he kinda hit her after the first kiss (it was accidental but the asshole still didn't apologize) - She hit him accidentally too (didn't apologize either but came to check on him)

They sang together in an empty nightclub (there were two naked souls on the stage!) - They sang together in a full club (still completely emotionally naked, both of them)

He said that if she was the one to stab him at least he would die with a smile on his face - He said that if they died, they'd die together

She actually stabbed him some time later - She got stabbed in the exact same spot

He said he deserved it and to get away from the scene before someone saw her - She apologized for stabbing him and he said again that he deserved it, unlike her

She was going to but returned and got him to a doctor - He said he was never leaving her and kept his word

He never told anyone who did it but his loving mother found out anyway and knew he did some shit to deserve it

She was so shocked from what she did and hurt from what he did that she spent the whole night out in the cold and fell ill

He snuck from his house and into hers (with a fresh stab wound) to check on her

She was feverish and the only thing she managed to say to him was that she hated him - She was on the verge of dying and the most important thing for her was to tell him that she loved him

He definitely doesn't hate her - Of course he told her that he loves her too

He told her brother figure "she's in love with me" to provoke him into a beating - Her brother figure teases her about their romance now

She tells him off her brother and tells Him to let her go while she's the one who grabbed his collar

He replies that he'll let her go when she does the same (it doesn't feel like he means just her hand on his jacket. especially with the way they're staring at each other. the scene is magical) - He tells her that he cannot let her go in the most romantic circumstance

He's still a total bastard to her loved ones - He's still a sarcastic bastard but now in a much more entertaining way

She sees through him and tells him that he might like getting punished (kinkyyyyyyy) but she doesn't need a dog

He says she's in love with him again - He asks her to repeat her confession or he's not gonna stop trying to snog her

She slams his damn head into a mirror - She jokes she doesn't remember what he's talking about

He's completely feral for this girl - He captures her and kisses her against a wall 😭

There is a group standoff scene where she has her switchblade to his torso and then his throat

They both know she can use it on him (because she already did once) but there's more sexual tension than dangerous tension (even while surrounded by like 40 people including both of their families)

I have a feeling she's gonna be revealed pregnant and it's going to add SO MUCH MORE drama

I'm kinda feasting on this ship it's SO fcked up and delicious!

I don't think there ever was a better written and developed enemies-to-lovers trope than these two

#aslaz #yabani #yabani spoilers

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euthymiya · 25 days

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main masterlist ; please read all appropriate warnings on fics!

𝜗𝜚 — ALHAITHAM

⤷ the delicate line between friends and lovers — fic: 14.0k words + nsfw — in which the akademiya’s scribe and the bimarstan’s head nurse develop some serious feelings for each other in between hook ups. evidently, neither are very good at communicating these feelings, though

𝜗𝜚 — AYATO

⤷ dear wife, dear husband — fic: 3.1k words + nsfw — your husband is doting, regardless of whether your marriage is one of duty or of love. but unbeknownst to you, ayato craves you much more than you might have initially believed him to

𝜗𝜚 — DILUC

⤷ hero’s compensation — drabble + sfw — in which you’re walking home, unaware of the news of a pesky samachurl that’s snuck into the city. luckily, the darknight hero is there to rescue you. except one thing: you didn’t expect him to be such a familiar face

𝜗𝜚 — NEUVILLETTE

⤷ the fontainian weather forecast — drabble + sfw — in which your boyfriend is excited to share his newest hobby with you—but it doesn’t go according to plan. unfortunately, the poor people of fontaine must pay the price through the treacherously rainy weather until you do something about it

⤷ untitled no. 1 — drabble + sfw — five hundred years of wondering why humans kiss, and one instant that answers all his questions. your lips pressed against neuvillette’s is the feeling he never knew he was missing, and now he wonders if he’ll ever survive a day without it

𝜗𝜚 — WRIOTHESLEY

⤷ redemption for the suffering — drabble + sfw — in which a night of cuddling lands you a history lesson about the origin of the scar underneath wriothelsey’s eye. and his past, too

⤷ it always ends with i love you — fic: 20.3k words + nsfw — in which you, a small floral shop owner, meet the duke of meropide by a chance encounter—and then you meet a bunch more too…but not so much by chance anymore

⤷ loving is easy (it didn’t use to be) — drabble + sfw — in which a familiar face brings wriothesley to a dark place, a place from where only you can pull him out. you always find a way to staunch the flow of blood from his broken knuckles, one delicate kiss at a time

⤷ we’ll have a ball — drabble + sfw — in which you and your boyfriend are due to arrive at fontaine’s most prestigious event, but not before you give him a hand with a slight wardrobe malfunction

⤷ help me forget (until my only memories are you) — drabble + sfw — in which wriothesley is plagued with dreams of his past, tucked away in the quietest corner of the fortress until you find him. a thermos of tea, an ocean view, and a heartfelt conversation later, you both decide your memories only matter when they’re of each other

𝜗𝜚 — MULTIPLE

⤷ we’re just friends, but… — drabbles + sfw ft. wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, and kamisato ayato — the moment they realize the word friend may not be enough of a term to describe your relationship

⤷ you should’ve seen the other guy! — drabbles + sfw ft. childe, wriothesley, alhaitham, and cyno — your boyfriend and his tendencies to get into fights. it’s a good thing he has you to patch him up

⤷ i wanna ruin our friendship! — drabbles + sfw ft. wriothesley, neuvillette, alhaitham, and kamisato ayato — the moment they finally confess that being friends is not enough (pt 2 of “we’re just friends but…”)

#maintenance #masterlist

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saibug1022 · 6 months

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My Heart Won't Start Anymore

Word Count: 3.3k

Tyril Starfury x Asterin Nightbloom (M!Elf!MC) x Mal Volari

A/N: For a lil bit of context, in Asterin's canon all three of them are dating, Tyril having kissed Mal right before they went to the Shadow Realm in Book 1. But when Asterin disappeared their relationship grew but under the stress and pressure of everything going on it also began to fracture. But it's not just about Mal and Tyril dw, that's not relevant till the end except for some references sprinkled throughout. Chapter title from You're Losing Me by Taylor Swift.

They were out of the Shadow Realm. They were all alive. They’d found allies in Flotilla and were on a ship on the way to Whitetower, getting closer and closer to being able to stop the Ash Empress and Valax once and for all.

Valax, who went out of her way to teach Asterin the shatter spell when she didn’t have to. Valax, who cared about her people and wanted to help them in any way she could. Valax, who got angry when anyone mistreated her people. Valax, who saved Asterin from the river. Valax, who shivered in Asterin’s arms. Valax, who smiled when he kissed her.

Valax who betrayed them.

For the second time in as many years, Asterin opened up to someone, trying to help them, only to be betrayed for approval and power from some powerful Shadow user. You’d think he’d learn his lesson. Even after Aerin had been redeemed he’d disappeared. And Valax nearly got them killed. But no.

How foolish he was.

He should be happy they were alive and had a plan to stop the Ash Empire. But instead, the others gathered on the deck and Asterin hid himself away somewhere in the ship’s hold. Even he wasn’t sure where he’d ended up. All he knew was that he’d ended up sitting against the hull with his arms holding his legs to his chest and his forehead on his knees. He didn’t remember when he started crying but it must have been awhile as his sobs faded with exhaustion but the tears never seemed to stop.

It was almost over. He just had to keep going a little longer.

But could he keep going? Could he hold so much for even one more moment? He didn’t have anything left. He would give away every piece of him: his love, his kindness, his forgiveness, his strength, his health, his patience, his energy, everything. He didn’t regret it. But no one seemed to give anything back. Now he had nothing left.

There never seemed to be a moment to rest or even take a breath. They were always running or fighting. When they weren’t there was always something else to deal with. Mal’s self-destruction, Tyril’s crisis of faith, Nia’s war with herself, Imtura’s insecurities, Aerin’s atonement and disappearance, Valax’s redemption and betrayal, Cherta’s grandmother, the destruction of the Whimsywood, their fracturing group, Nia’s shadow secret, Tyril and Mal’s strained relationship. It seemed Asterin had spent more time comforting his friends after his disappearance than being comforted about his abduction.

Every time he had those thoughts he’d shut them down. Guilt always followed them. He was helping people. How could he wish he wasn’t? Especially when those people were his friends? He’d put them first, of course he did. Then came the realm, and that involved always pushing forward. He himself was last. He didn’t have time for his feelings.

But he still couldn’t stop crying.

A door opened and Asterin froze, still crouched in the shadows.

“Asterin? Are you in here?” Tyril called.

“If he snuck away and hid from everyone do you really think he’s just gonna answer?” Mal replied and Asterin winced. Of course, they were bickering again.

“I’m perfectly capable of finding him myself.”

“I care about him too, darling.”

“Please do not start with this again-”

“I’m in here, just please stop fighting,” Asterin finally spoke but he didn’t look up. His voice sounded awful, so small and tearful and rough. It made him regret having spoken at all. Mal muttered a curse and footsteps approached, followed by shuffling and the clanking of armor as they sat on either side of him, Mal on his right and Tyril on his left. Asterin quickly wiped the tears off his face before he sat up and offered them each a smile.

“Why were you looking for me?” Asterin asked. He thought he did a pretty good job of hiding his situation until Mal and Tyril exchanged a look and Tyril cast an orb of light. As soon as they could see their faces dropped.

“Asterin, what is it?” Tyril asked with a sense of urgency in his voice.

“Don’t worry about it,” Asterin waved him off and forced a chuckle.

“Were you crying the whole time you were gone?” Mal asked instead of not worrying about it.

“Maybe?” Asterin tried. The guilt was starting to creep back in again. He couldn’t burden them with his own feelings, they were dealing with other things. Besides, would they even care? No, his feelings weren’t important. “But I’ll be fine. We should get some rest.”

“We’re not stupid, kit,” Mal rolled his eyes. He scooted closer so his shoulder was pressed against Asterin’s. “What’s wrong?”

“We have other things to worry about,” Asterin protested weakly but the tears were already starting to clog his throat again. How many times had he wished to hear those exact words? For just one person to check on him, just like how he was always checking on everybody else. Tyril offered his hand and Asterin took it without hesitation, clinging to it gratefully.

“At the moment, our only worries are for you,” Tyril replied gently. “Talk to us, Dinvalir.”

It only took that one word before the tears came once more, unbidden. He’d thought he didn’t have the energy to break any more than he already had but now it was as if his sobs were chasing the unfamiliar lure of being cared for. His head fell onto Mal’s shoulder as his sobs racked his body one after the other. His lungs ached with the force of them but the feeling of finally being able to cry with Mal’s arms around his back and cradling his head, Tyril holding his hand and running his hand through Asterin’s hair, it just made it so he couldn’t stop no matter how much his body begged him to or his mind screamed about his selfishness.

“I, I’m sorry,” Asterin sobbed. “E-Everyone always looks to, to me to handle things. A-and I, I try. I try so hard. Everyone, everyone is hurting and I-I’m trying to help. But I can’t do it anymore. I’m so tired. I-I don’t have anything left. Nia has her, her shadow thing, and then the L-Light thing in Zaradun to, to help Tyril. And Mal, you’ve, you’ve been so upset because I was g-gone and you guys are fighting all the time a-and I don’t know what to do! And Aerin left a-and Valax betrayed us and I’m so scared a-all the time but I’m too tired to even be scared.”

Silence followed Asterin’s confession, but Mal’s grip on him tightened and Tyril hid his face in Asterin’s shoulder.

“We look to you a lot as our leader,” Mal admitted. “Because without you we’d be at each other’s throats pretty much all the time. But it’s not your job to take care of all of us all the time either. You’re the one who told me it wasn’t on me to hold the entire group together. It’s the same for you.”

“You may be the strongest person I’ve ever met, but even you can’t hold this all on your own,” Tyril agreed. “If you take on everyone else’s burdens in addition to your own, you’re only going to crumple under the weight.”

Asterin just nodded against Mal’s shoulder as his sobs finally faded. He was so tired, in his bones and in his soul. He couldn’t find the strength to move or speak. It may not be enough in the long run but in the moment just being reassured and held like this by the men he loved so much was all he needed.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” Mal wondered. He seemed hesitant, like he was afraid of the answer. Asterin was ready with a reply of ‘you all were busy’ or ‘it wasn’t important’, but something stopped them. Maybe it was how Tyril sat up and pleaded with his eyes for the truth, maybe it was how Mal was holding them like they’d disappear any moment. Either way, Asterin sighed.

“Because you never asked,” Asterin admitted. Mal’s head dropped as he tensed up beneath Asterin and Tyril flinched back as if struck.

“I never realized…” Tyril muttered. He squeezed Asterin’s hand. “I’m so sorry, Asterin. You’ve been through so much and we’ve been taking you for granted. You deserve far better.”

“It’s okay, you guys were busy with your own things,” Asterin assured him but Tyril shook his head.

“That is no excuse,” Tyril insisted. “After all, were you not doing exactly that for us and putting your problems aside to help us with ours? You deserved the same in return. No, you deserved better.”

“Elf boy’s right,” Mal sighed. “Gods, I feel like even more of an ass for that stupid comment about you sleeping through the year than I already did. And that’s saying something. I’m sorry, Asterin.”

“But-” Asterin tried to protest again but Tyril cut him off.

“If you wish to not accept our apologies then that is your right,” Tyril said. “But do not argue that you don’t deserve them because you do.”

“...okay,” Asterin gave him a shaky smile. “Then I do accept them. Because I love you both, even when you’re being dumb.”

“We deserved that,” Mal chuckled. “And we love you too.”

“With everything we have,” Tyril added.

“Are you feeling any better?” Mal wondered and Asterin actually paused to think about it.

“A little,” Asterin answered. “Tired though.”

“You need rest,” Tyril decided. Without warning he pulled Asterin from Mal’s embrace and scooped him up.

“You have to start warning me before you do that,” Asterin laughed.

“As you two would say, where’s the fun in that?” Tyril smiled.

“Great, look what we did Mal,” Asterin sighed, even as he wrapped his arms around Tyril’s neck.

“Hey if it gets you into bed to get a proper night’s sleep for once I’m not apologizing,” Mal snickered.

Tyril carried him down to the berth with Mal hurrying along behind them. It was empty for the moment, though Asterin swore he saw Nia peek her head in for a moment so he wasn’t sure if the desertion was due to celebrations or the others trying to give the three of them space but either way, Asterin appreciated the privacy. Tyril sat him on one of the beds and Asterin barely got to open his mouth before Tyril started methodically unbuckling and removing every piece of Asterin’s armor and each of his weapons while Mal undid his own and crawled into the bed. As soon as Asterin was just in his clothes Mal pulled him backward to hold him, with his head on Mal’s chest.

After weeks of Mal and Tyril sleeping near each other but still not together, Asterin expected Tyril to take the bed above them or one of the adjacent ones, but once he’d dressed down Tyril actually crawled in behind them, spooning him from behind and wrapping his arm around Asterin’s waist.

“Is this alright?” Tyril muttered into Asterin’s neck but Asterin didn’t answer, sensing the question wasn’t for him. He watched as Mal reached over and took the hand of the arm around Asterin’s waist. Asterin could feel Tyril smile and it made him smile too as he drifted off to sleep.

When he awoke the bed was empty, and for a moment all he could think about was when he woke up to find Aerin gone. Some traitorous part of his heart started whispering that after admitting his weakness last night Tyril and Mal had disappeared with the rest of the party and left him behind. But then he heard low voices and paused, only opening his eyes.

Daylight was coming from under the door yet still the berth was empty but for the three of them. Mal and Tyril were sitting next to each other on the bed across the walkway, too focused on each other to notice Asterin awake yet. They weren’t sitting pressed together but it was still much closer than they had since Asterin came back.

“We really fucked up, Tyril,” Mal sighed and ran his hands through his hair. Asterin noticed how his hands nearly kept going only to stop mid-air. “We got so roped up in our own bull that we completely missed how much pain Asterin was in.”

“I know,” Tyril muttered. His hands were folded in front of him and his elbows propped on his knees. “I’ve been consumed by my emotions before but to not notice how deeply affected by everything he was…I’m ashamed of myself. How could we let this happen?”

“We did exactly what he’s been getting on us for since he got back,” Mal chuckled. “When was the last time we actually talked without being at each other’s throats?”

“Just today we were-”

“No, not with the rest of the party or anything,” Mal shook his head. “Actually talked.”

“It has been quite a while,” Tyril admitted. “At least not since our fight in Port Parnassus.”

Asterin wasn’t sure what happened in that fight or what it was about but whatever it was it was bad enough to make Mal wince at the memory.

“I don’t blame him either,” Mal said. “We both love him, and he loves us both. But every time the three of us try to spend time together it ends in a fight.”

“What do we do?” Tyril wondered.

His voice was almost pleading, as if he’d give anything to make things right. Asterin doubted Tyril just wanted to make things right with him. Despite the fights and jabs and the obvious distance between them, it was painfully obvious how much Tyril and Mal still loved each other. Tyril’s panic being barely concealed by his anger and the way he’d grabbed Mal by his shoulders when the rogue nearly brought the cavern ceiling down on them. Mal’s eyes lingering on Tyril when he and Asterin found Mal at that manor in Whitetower. They always seemed to be near each other without quite touching and they always looked each other over after a fight when the other wasn’t looking.

“We talk,” Mal shrugged. “About the things we normally yell at each other about.”

“We can start with what you told Asterin last night,” Tyril suggested. “When did he tell you you don’t need to hold our party together on your own?”

“Ironwatch,” Mal answered. “He confronted me about the thing in the caverns-”

“Which we will also be discussing, to be completely clear.”

“I figured,” Mal sighed. “Half of what you kept yelling at me for was being reckless. I told him the reason.”

“You did?” Tyril whispered. “Why not tell me?”

“Because you were yelling at me for being reckless before I ever got the chance,” Mal confessed. “And then I was just pissed at you and didn’t want to tell you.”

“I see,” Tyril sighed. “I understand. Will you tell me now?”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?” Mal snickered and Tyril chuckled a little. Mal took a deep breath before continuing. “The whole group was falling apart, someone had to keep it together in case Rin came back. So, I did, even as everyone seemed to be pulling away from it. Then there was building the orphanage. Then Asterin was back and we were all in danger again from an entire empire…I figured that when it came to who to put our hopes in to save the day I was last on the list. So I’d do whatever it took to keep you all safe. Especially you. If Asterin came back he would need you and no matter what’s happened with you and me I’d never be able to live with myself if I couldn’t protect you. I love you too damn much.”

“Mal,” Tyril breathed. He went to take Mal’s hand but paused, glancing at Mal in a silent ask for permission. Mal hesitated but nodded and when Tyril took his hand he visibly relaxed. “I have said many things to you I regret, and even more that I did not mean. But there will never be a place or time where I see you as weak, or see your skills as not valuable. Regardless, your skills do not matter to me. I love you because of who you are, not how powerful you are or how well you can fight. Why do you think I was so frustrated every time you risked your life carelessly as if it didn’t matter?”

“I thought you thought I couldn’t handle it and would get everyone killed,” Mal admitted.

“You beautiful fool,” Tyril sighed and he reached up to cup the side of Mal’s face, staring at him with so much adoration that Asterin couldn’t believe they'd ever fought. “I know you can handle anything that happens to us. I never doubted that. But watching you come so close to death and brush me off whenever I’d show concern wounded me. It was as if you didn’t care for my fears at all.”

“Asterin is definitely gonna say ‘I told you so’ when he wakes up,” Mal laughed as he leaned into Tyril’s hand. He was right about that. “Imagine how many screaming matches we could’ve avoided if we’d just said that?”

“We were both worried for our Asterin,” Tyril said. “As well as incredibly frustrated we couldn’t find him no matter where and how we searched. It does make sense those emotions would come to the surface at the slightest push. Though perhaps in the future we should avoid the insults?”

“For once I agree with you elf boy,” Mal snickered and Tyril rolled his eyes fondly. It was the lightest Asterin had seen them since his abduction. “So are you gonna just sit there or are you gonna kiss me?”

“Can I?” Tyril’s eyes widened in both hope and surprise.

“I just told you to, didn’t I?”

Tyril didn’t wait another second, surging forward to kiss Mal so hard the rogue’s back hit the bedpost, making him groan. Mal wrapped his arms around Tyril’s shoulders and arched up into him, meeting the kiss with every part of him, body and soul. And Asterin had given up on pretending to be asleep, simply laying on the bed grinning.

“Mal was right,” Asterin chirped. “I told you so.”

The two sprang apart so fast that Tyril banged his head on the bed frame above him and Mal fell off the bed entirely. Asterin fell into a fit of laughter that burst from his chest like the sobs from the night before but instead of hurting they just filled him with warmth and something Asterin didn’t dare to call hope. His thoughts strayed from the spiral they so frequently found themselves in, instead wondering if maybe they really would all be okay. That even with everything going on they would soon be able to rest.

“That was cruel,” Mal pouted, which just renewed Asterin’s laughter.

“I love you both so much,” Asterin cackled.

Mal grinned and tackled Asterin onto the bed and Asterin shrieked, their laughter turning to giggles as Mal pressed kisses to every inch of Asterin’s face he could reach, not stopping until Tyril sat next to them and cupped their faces long enough to stop them so he could lean down to kiss them both.

“I love you both as well,” Tyril told them and they both looked at Mal expectantly. He rolled his eyes and Asterin smacked his shoulder, making him laugh once more.

“Yeah yeah, I love you both too,” Mal promised. “We still have a few hours till we reach Whitetower. I say we stay here until Gerhard starts threatening to break down the door.”

“I think we could all use time together,” Tyril agreed.

“Definitely. Get over here you two,” Asterin grinned.

Asterin opened his arms and both of the men he loved crawled into them. They talked and laughed and wrestled around and for once the world was not ending. For once they weren’t heroes or doomed adventurers or tragic loners, they were just three people who loved each other with everything they had.

For once, they were free.

#playchoices #choices #bolas #blades of light and shadow #bolas 2 #pixelberry #bolas mc #tyril starfury #mal volari #tyril x mc #mal x mc #tyril x mal #mal x tyril #tyril x mc x mal #mal x mc x tyril

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remmicreates-mlb · 1 year

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I would love to see snippets from your au!! 👀

Info for the AU!

-I’ve been calling it “Confidant” / “ConfidantAu” and it’s in Chloe’s POV

-Chloe redemption arc

-Chloe knows Adrien is Chat

-Adrien and Chloe found family is a big thing

-Endgame Luka x Chloe x Kagami, or uh, Luklogami (I think that’s it)

((I may edit this ask and add more info later ;) ))

Here are two snips I’m working on for it.

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First one

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“I don’t think she’s coming back” Chloe says out loud, hands pressed firmly against her cheeks as she stares blankly at her homework.

She’s been trying for months to get back into the habit of doing it on her own, and having someone around helps, but even as she stares at her half finished set of notes, she can’t find it within herself to return back to them.

Adrien looks up from his work, he’s laying down on his stomach, Plagg resting on the space on his back. He looks up at her before propping himself up on his forearms, pushing his papers to the side. “What brought this on?”

She purses her lips. “I don’t know, I think I’m just doom-spiraling. That’s what you call it right?” She leans back against her bed frame and closes her eyes.

“Do you know what triggered it?” Adriens sitting up now. Plagg rolls off his back and zips to his hair.

and Chloe feels guilt building up in her gut, the same way she does everytime she makes a point to humiliate her classmates, he snuck out to be here and now sitting and he’s listening to her vent. Ugh.

“I uh, I tried talking to Marinette again today” she picks at the seam on her leggings. “It im, it didn’t go well, it hasn’t anytime I’ve tried. She always thinks it’s a joke or I’m making fun at her expense. I can never get a minute to talk to her. I think she’s started to avoid me now” she laughs sadly.

“It just feels like mothe- Audrey follows me everywhere, even when I’m trying to fix the mess I made”

Adrien sighs, pushing up to lean against the bed frame next to her. “I mean, that makes sense though right? You haven’t been exactly nice to Marinette.” He presses his shoulder against hers. “It sucks though, I get that, it took me a while to be able to apologize to her too, and she hasn’t known me for years.

“Do you want me to talk to her? Convince her that you’re being genuine”

Chloe shakes her head, “no, I got myself in this mess, it’s about time I take care of it”

Adrien hums, and wraps an arm around her shoulder. She can feel a purr reverberating from his chest.

She leans forward to rest her in her hands again. “I just wish it was easier.”

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Second snippet

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Chloe brushes the nonexistent dust from the lapel of her blazer, leaning to the side to be closer to Kagami. She has somehow managed to convince the fencer to go out on a shopping trip with her.

The girl next to her, like a lot of the others, was still convinced that she was an annoying brat. And she could be, that’s true. But she was trying to expand herself past that, you know?

They pass a thrift store and Chloe feels an old feeling ick crawl up her spine. The place reeks of strong perfume and old fabrics.

She inwardly holds her breath, trying to not seem off put as she gestures Kagami towards the store.

Adrien had said she should try to experience new things, and this was a very new thing. Besides, Kagami’s mother probably didn’t want her to be there either, which made it slightly more appealing to the blonde.

Kagami raises a brow, expression a curious neutral as they enter the building. “I didn’t think you were into this sort of thing, Chloe. Seems like,” Kagami takes a cardigan in between her fingers, rubbing the fabric against her skin, “it’s something you would be against”

Chloe huffs, walking towards a rack of clothes labeled ‘prom’. “It is, but I’m trying to get into trying new things, and for as much as I dislike these places, I’ve never actually been to one.

“I don’t know if you’ve been to one either, so I figured, why not, right?” Chloe finds herself going on, so she bites her tongue.

Out of the corner of her eye, Chloe thinks she sees the other girl smile. And carefully cataloged the moment as a win in her book.

“I have not been to a place like this” Kagami admits. “It’s an interesting place.” Kagami has another piece of fabric in her hands, a bright red blazer with gold trim and teal accents, Chloe thinks it suits her.

She snaps out of her thoughts when Kagami catches her eye, and starts mindlessly looking at the dresses in front of her.

They aren’t as bad as she thought. Mostly just new or rarely used items.

She finds a bluff dress with golden trim around the sleeves and neckline and holds it up against her.

“I think that would look very good on you” Kagami says from behind her and Chloe almost jumps out of her skin.

“You think?” Chloe says with a carefully crafted smile, red burning onto her cheeks, and vaguely she’s glad for the large amount of makeup she had on.

“I do” Kagami says honestly, before looking to her side. Do you think they have a dressing room here? I would like to see you try it on.”

Chloe flushes again, looking around as well, before spotting a small line of stalls against the far wall. “I think so, but if I try it on, you have to try on the blazer, it’s definitely your color.” She smirks, pushing her hair behind her shoulder.

Kagami gives a small smile back, turning to grab the blazer off the hanger. “Sounds like a fair deal.”

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These are both going to be scenes in the full fic but for now they’re just oneshots/one offs

Feel free to ask any questions :)

#mlb au #miraculous au #miraculous fic #mlb fanfic #cliffhanger #remmicreates #chloe bourgeois #chlogami #kagami tsurugi #adrienne agreste

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localamblongus · 5 months

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Can I just say I’m OBSESSED with your new story “You’re Half of Me Now” like I cannot begin to express how much that first chapter drew me in. It’s so SO well written and just, AH so good.

I was wondering! Since Branch’s hair got cut, is it noticeably shorter now, or did it go back to his usual length since it was already extended when cut? Honestly I would love to know more lore behind cutting a trolls hair, and how long it would take to grow back/heal… God I love Branch angst, and your characterization is just to die for.

I’m so excited to see what Chief has planned for Branch… (‘No, I can’t serve you to the kingdom. You’ve got a far better use though.’) Ma’am, MA’AM?!?! WHAT DO YOU MEANNNNN!?! I can only really think of one thing and I’m like, pretty sure that ain’t it???? So what is it???? I’m so so curious.

AND I cannot begin to gush about Creek. Personally I hate when people try to redeem him, not to say it can’t be done, but like, he’s such a bastard of a character, and I like to think he always has been. He 100% gives the vibes of a secret bully when someone (Cough Branch Cough) is alone with him. Mean girl behavior. And you write him so nasty, urgh I love it. Love his characterization.

Branch begging Bridget to help the others (HIS village) in the same breath as telling her to make sure Poppy doesn’t come back for him… this boy. Also love love love Guy Diamond too, him being older (Which makes so much sense in terms of Tiny Diamond), how you can tell he respected Branch during their talk of escape.. Ah I’ve never really thought about him much, but you made me interested in him! I can def see him insisting on getting Branch back as it’s partially (Not really but still) his fault Branch ended up in that situation.

Anyways! Just wanted to gush, because the story is living rent free in my head. Final question, are you cool with fan art of your fanfiction being made as long as ur credited and tagged etc? I was doing some doodles and I just wanted to double check with you :) KEEP UP THE STUNNING WORK!

ahhh first things first I’m so sorry for the late reply I may have maybe possibly forgotten I made a tumblr and I’m awful at replying so I’m sorry!! on branch’s hair I plan to get more in-depth with it later in the story, but I really adore the idea that troll hair is a very sensitive thing (for it to be so strong it’s gotta have some nerves in there) and the idea of it being cut suddenly and without consent being a horrible thing. Branch’s hair is definitely shorter and will stay that way a long while and I’ll get more on that soon!!! also so glad to spread my anti-creek agenda to the masses, he’s such a slimy passive aggressive dick and I despise his ‘redemption’ in the series. Tis bullshit. I had a lot of fun channeling his bastardness, he’s a menace to them all and I hate him.

also very happy to spread my Guy Diamond agenda, he snuck into this fic and took it from my hands and held it hostage and covered it in glitter and wouldn’t let it go. He always seemed older to me idk why, and the whole tiny diamond thing just matched with it well!

ALSO ALSO I would probably actually cry if you made fanart of my fic, as long as it’s credited to me im totally fine with it go wild!

again I’m really sorry for the late reply but I’m glad you’re enjoying my writing and tysm for the ask!!!!

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thelighthousestale · 7 months

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Faithful friends are hard to find

"Dear Sev," she wrote, the dark ink of her quill flowing across the parchment as she paused and took a deep breath

"I wish things were different. I miss our talks, your advice. I can't believe how long it has been since we properly talked."

Lily sat at her new kitchen table, pausing in her letter writing once again. She stared out the window, through the flicker of the candle flame that was projecting soft light in the room and across the yard to the line of trees that marked the end of their property. The table wasn't really new but it was new to her. It had belonged to her soon-to-be in-laws previously but they had recently downsized and generously gave Lily and James furnishings for their new home in Godrics Hollow.

Effie and Monty, James' kind and elderly parents, were wonderful people. But their generous nature left a gnawing feeling in Lily. A feeling she couldn't quite put a name to yet. She was so grateful for their love but the weight of the loss of Lily's own parents lay so heavy inside her heart that sometimes the Potters' affection felt like a tremendous hurricane inside her gut. She felt like she was fighting a battle inside herself between grief and love as well as comfort and loneliness. And perhaps, Lily thought as she tapped her finger against the wooden table top, those feelings weren't as diametrically opposed as she once thought.

"My parents died. Don't know if you would have heard."

While the sudden death of her parents in a tragic car crash left an aching void in her life, Lily had hopes that the tragedy would bring her and her sister back together. The thought that Petunia would put aside her competitive jealousy and they could comfort each other had been a tiny hope for Lily. But Petunia's refusal to attend her upcoming wedding added another layer of sorrow and frustration.

"I want you to be at my wedding, to witness a moment I thought we'd share as friends. Remember when the Twickys got married, the couple who owns the bookstore in Cokeworth? We snuck into the tent at the reception and nicked some cake. We ate it in the park while sitting on the swings. The cake had coconut on it and we were both disgusted. Who has coconut on their wedding cake?"

The quill trembled in her hand as she drafted a letter to her former childhood friend. Best friends they once referred to each other as.

"I wish life stayed that simple for us. "

Memories flooded back, a mixture of warmth and pain. She missed their late-night conversations in the park between their homes, his quick wit, and the way he seemed to have an answer for everything. But their paths had diverged irreparably. She hadn't spoken to him in years.

Her father had fought in a war before she was born. Risking his life to fly planes over the channel into occupied territory. Her dad was brave. Her dad was her hero. Her dad taught her to do the right thing even if it is hard. Even if it risks your life.

He also taught her that forgiveness is a powerful message of love. And sometimes in order for a person to apologize to you and start to make amends you must reach out to them first and offer them a branch of redemption to hang onto.

"I've been having dreams recently that you show up at my house. Sometimes it's in the middle of the night in the rain. Sometimes it's bright and sunny. But you are always there. And you tell me you don't know what you were thinking. That you've seen the errors in your ways and you no longer want to follow Him. And I apologize to you too. For cutting you out. For not listening to you. For hurting you.

But I wake up and -"

And nothing has changed. He still supports a group of blood supremacists. She is still a muggle born. She still knows what's right and what's wrong. She needs to protect herself and her new family. She needs to be brave. To fight.

Tears attempted to fill the edges of her vision as she looked at the unfinished letter, a silent testament to the fracture in their relationship. The parchment felt heavy with the unspoken truths that lay as a barrier between them.

She folded the unfinished letter and held it over the candle on the table, watching the edges of parchment blacken and curl, the words disappearing into the smoke. The pain of letting go mingled with a sense of closure. The letter, like their severed bond, was reduced to ashes.

In the warm light of the flame, Lily found a moment of solace.

Some ties, no matter how cherished, were destined to be extinguished for the sake of safety and principles.

#harry potter #harry potter fanfiction #lily evans #lily potter #jily #severus snape #snape

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snowbellewells · 9 months

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For the fandoms ask D, K, T, V

Oh @booksteaandtoomuchtv!!! Thank you so much for the ask! I really wanted to do some of these, so I'm glad you saw the reblog and sent them my way. :) Have a great Friday!!

D - A pairing you wish you liked but just can't: I hear people talk about FrankenWolf (Ruby x Victor Whale) which does sound like a cool pairing in theory, but I just can't get over not really liking Victor that much, and pretty much finding him to be a jerk and a letch. Ruby is seriously such an awesome character that I want her to be with only the best significant other. ;P

K - What character has your favorite development arc/the best development arc?

I feel like it has to be Killian Jones here. <3 He certainly isn't the only character who goes through a LOT of pain and trauma, but he genuinely learns from where he has stumbled and what he has been through. He starts out so hopeful and innocent, as the young lieutenant hoping he and his older brother can earn glory for their family name, and he gives into the Darkness when he sees how cruel and unfair the world can truly be. He does become a villain, but it is never out of pointless cruelty or just to flaunt his power either. Killian's villain story makes sense, and you're never unable to sympathize or see where he's coming from and how he got there. And THEN! He puts in the work - plain and simple. He decides to be a part of something good, to find that honorable man inside himself, and he becomes a true hero. He accepts blame when he must, he makes amends to those he's wronged, and his courage and bravery are undeniable by the end. Of the show's numerous redemption arcs, Killian Jones is the one with the best, most clear, consistent development . It often seems like he has to redeem himself over and over again, but he does it, where so many of the others fail.

T - Do you have any hard and fast headcanons that you will die defending?

I'm really partial to the idea that Graham might have befriended Belle before the Dark Curse was cast, when she was Regina's prisoner in the castle tower and he was forced to be one of Regina's Black Knights because she had his heart. I like to think he might have snuck food or books to her when Regina wasn't looking, so that she had some sort of entertainment and didn't go crazy locked in there all alone. I would have loved to have seen them interact once the curse broke in Storybrooke and have had that story proven true...

I still believe it though, regardless. In my head, it definitely happened.

V- Which character do you relate to most? Probably Belle. I mean, she's always been my favorite princess, to start with. With her nose in the book and just her whole aspect really. I loved her portrayal on Once and thought Emilie DeRavin did a great job bringing her too life. They just should have given her more ventures and action with the heroes instead of tying her down to almost exclusively revolving herself around Rumple. Anyway, she's still the one I probably feel most like.

#fandom ask game #ask game answers for @booksteaandtoomuch tv #snowbellewells answers asks

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elementalladymallorie · 2 years

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And It's Like the Sky is New

So just found LMK and gotta say I'm loving it so far.

Got inspired by a post by @animemoonprincess who stated that I See the Light is a great Macaque redemption song. And you know what? That was very correct!

So got wrote this up cause the thought wouldn't leave my head, hope I did it justice!

AO3 link

Word Count 3K.

It started with MK just bringing around noodles, wanting to check in and hang out for a bit before continuing orders or heading to training with Wukong. It became something that earned a fond smirk when the shadow monkey heard a rickety engine would start to come through, he’d admit that much but he didn’t expect it to lead to him slowly getting brought along to group hangouts. He couldn’t fully blame it on MK though. Whenever MK invited him, Bai He, who he still couldn’t fully understand why she wanted to be near him, would turn with big eyes hoping he’d say yes.

The two of them together were a powerful pair, bright starry eyes and grins turned towards their target.

Macaque would relent every time, saying someone needed to keep an eye Bai He still and that it wouldn’t hurt to get some air. The kids deserve a break after everything with LBD, so did he if he would be honest with himself, but he’d never say that out loud and look that soft.

The first few outings had been rough, Wukong could hardly believe that Macaque wouldn’t pick a fight with anyone while he hung around at the very edge of the group. Jokes on Wukong though, because Macaque would be on his best behavior in front of everyone.

Wukong’s fuming at the smug looks Macaque shot at him when no one else was looking was honestly the highlight to these little trips that were becoming the norm.

Wukong almost spoiled that one trip, because of course the loud mouth would have to push and prod about Macaque quote “Coming out of his dark hole” to spend time with the ragtag misfits that would come to these gatherings. The golden monkey made one joke about MK luring him out the way one would coax a feral cat to them, and the demon just couldn’t let that stand.

He’d thrown his counterpart into a nearby lake with a creative use of his portal, and perhaps he laughed a little too much when everyone else started freaking out when the sage didn’t immediately resurface.

Stones don’t float and neither ‌does a stone monkey.

It didn’t take long though before Wukong walked to the edge to pull himself out. It was well worth MK’s scolding and pout after the laughter had stopped. It was worth it too to have to stick closer to Bai He to avoid the Monkey King’s retribution.

He had even been able to convince the dragon girl to send him the pictures she snuck of the waterlogged king too, so that was a bonus to the day.

He ignored the feeling settling his core, that in some way this was normal and where he was meant to be. There was still too much history there for that.

He pretended not to see the space being made for him as his world shifted.

Things kept on like that for a while, and Macaque had grown comfortable in the new routine.

Eventually, the visits had extended to being allowed back on Flower Fruit Mountain. MK had made some mention of training with the Monkey King, and Bai He had grown curious and asked if she could come watch. MK was excited for it, and Macaque was pretty sure both were just coming up with more ways to spend time together. They’d taken quite a shine to each other.

It wasn’t something Macaque had really wanted to risk, but secretly he’d admit he was a little soft for these two and he wasn’t about to let Bai He go basically unsupervised with Wukong and his successor. That was just inviting trouble, and Bai He coming back home having learned some kind of mischief Macaque probably didn’t want in his dojo.

The part of him that missed his once upon a time home would never be mentioned because it didn’t matter, didn’t exist anymore.

It was tense when they both showed up at the mountain, but only for the two simians who tried to be cordial as the kids ran off to explore. Originally they sniped at each other, trading barbs until it looked like Wukong was going to throw Macaque off the mountain. It took hearing the kid’s laughter ringing across the mountainside for both to take a step back and offer a silent truce to behave for now.

They sat in silence letting them run off some excess energy before Wukong called MK back for training. Bai He coming to sit by Macaque off to the side in the shade, out of the way of any danger of stray hits. This became a routine too, evolving to the point where he and Wukong could almost have a conversation without having to fake politeness and with minimum insults.

There was one funny moment when MK and Bai He had wandered off a bit too far, and weren’t paying enough attention to the time for MK to start his training.

Macaque had, without thinking about an action that had become the norm in his home recently, chirped for Bai He to come back to their spot. The sharp sound had immediately caught her attention, and she beamed before running back to him apologizing as she got closer. MK’s head had snapped up at the sound as well, looking all for the world like he wanted to respond before shaking it off and going to Wukong.

Wukong had looked surprised at the whole interaction, opening his mouth for some joke most likely before closing it with a small knowing and teasing smirk.

Macaque had glared at him as Bai He settled at his side, keeping the look until the other monkey’s back turned and his focus was on his student. Then the shadow ruffled Bai He’s hair, offering, in his quite insightful opinion, helpful commentary to the training regimen despite Wukong’s statements to the contrary.

The familiarity to the past was bleeding into something newer, something warmer and brighter. That was probably just some old, forgotten, sentimental part of Macaque trying to come to the surface though.

He kept it to himself that he wasn’t stopping it from resurfacing.

Of course things would come crashing down just as soon as Macaque had grown complacent with the new routine of his life.

Here he was hiding in the shadows again for an argument that likely could have been avoided. It’d been an offhand comment from Wukong about his ears after Macaque mentioned hearing something none of the other three could ever hope to on FFM. It had somehow struck a nerve within him, that led to a defensive retort that riled up his old friend.

It had escalated from there, leading to insults and biting words as the fog of old emotions and wounds settled over both. Though Macaque couldn’t exactly pinpoint why he’d gotten worked up over a comment that wasn’t even an insult or tease.

He knew deep down why. He'd heard the same comment from Wukong before, back when they were friends and things were simpler. It had been like pouring ice water over his head, and made him hate how it was so easy for the Sage to act as if it was okay to be that casual again.

He’d ran away when the fight had almost escalated to blows again, hiding away in shadows that had once been his place for respite. They would never stop being a comfort, but he hadn’t realized how it had stopped being his first choice of where to stay.

MK would look after Bai He, he’d practically adopted the girl as a sister already, and he could protect her if needed. It was the only thing Macaque had felt somewhat alright about, the guilt in his chest at leaving her notwithstanding, as he slunk into the deepest parts of the darkness he knew so well.

He stewed in his issues for all of three days before returning. It would have been sooner if not for his pride. His worry and guilt about if Bai He was okay had overshadowed everything else, but the prideful and perhaps selfish part of himself hadn’t wanted to go back so easily.

A whole new argument would’ve started if Wukong tried to scold him about it, or made some biting remark about coming back with tails between legs. Macaque almost could guarantee that whatever retort he would have been equally biting if not more. That would almost guarantee that a mountain range would be demolished if that came to pass.

When he stepped out from behind one of the many trees on the mountain, Bai He’s gasp was audible enough that one didn’t need six ears to hear it. He’d readily accepted the hug she gave him, small arms wrapped around his waist with all the strength they had. He returned the gesture, muttering quiet apologies and promises when he felt her shaking. He accepted the concerned look MK gave him, placing a hand on the kid’s shoulder as he’d hovered just in reach and offering apologies as well.

It had settled both of the kids pretty well, even if neither would really let him out of sight for the time being, but Macaque hadn’t quite been ready for the look on Wukong’s face when he’d glanced over.

The other monkey had looked… relieved to see him return, brow drawn up in concern and eyes looking almost guilty. There was something else there that Macaque couldn’t, or wouldn’t, put a name to, but beyond a quiet ‘Welcome back’ and a look as the golden monkey took in the sight before him nothing more was said or done about the abrupt disappearance.

Neither were quite ready to face that issue head on just yet. It would be something they’d have to tackle later.

Wukong had called off training that day, it’s not like MK would be totally focused anyway, and instead lead them to an old and familiar place hidden away on the mountain.

The surprise Macaque felt at seeing his old stage, looking maybe not as pristine as it once had but still standing and usable, was almost overshadowed by embarrassment as Wukong explained what the area was to the confused kids.

This led immediately to requests for one of his shadow plays.

Bai He had missed the stories he’d taken to telling her on quieter days, and was eager to hear them once again. MK had apparently enjoyed his play and abilities before he’d revealed his whole plot as well, and wanted to know what other stories were in his arsenal.

Wukong had joined the kids in requesting a play, a smug look on his face as he needled Macaque. But Macaque could almost swear that Wukong’s voice held a bit of longing too, though it was possible he was just imagining things.

He’d obliged, mostly because the combination of both the kids pleading and excitement was something anyone would cave to easily, ignoring the snickering of the other simian as he took to his stage and summoning his lantern to set his scene for a grand tale.

When he stepped out from the shadows at the end, it was to a loud applause and cheering from MK and Bai He, both bright and giddy in their faces and postures, which certainly boosted his ego a bit and caused a warm feeling to grow in his chest. He’d given them a long sweeping bow, ready to make some witty remark before looking up and noticing Wukong again.

He was clapping too, but his face was what caused Macaque to still as his heart traitorously skipped a beat. There was nostalgia there, something that could be expected, but it looked like he had in fact heard longing earlier because it reflected here on Wukong’s face. There was mirth dancing in golden eyes, and that earlier unnamed emotion was back too but stronger and far more pronounced.

It was like looking at the sun again, feeling warmth after spending too long in the dark in the night. Macaque’s heart skipped another beat, and the speed at which he threw up a glamor to hide how his face was heating up was impressive.

He offered to perform for them again once his stage was back to its proper glory since Wukong had let it turn into such a mess he’d snarked just to settle his nerves. The kids cheered, offering to help clean up the area and quickly turning to each other to discuss plans on how to make the area shine again.

He’d reign them in later about what improvements could be made to his stage, when he wasn’t too busy trying to appear as if Wukong’s laugh and the smirk he directed back at the shadow monkey wasn’t causing his face to flush further and causing him to falter in his stance.

Macaque thought privately that perhaps, stepping out of the shadows and back into the sunlight again wasn’t so bad. Even if there was still much work to be done to repair cracks as deep as chasms.

The kids had planned a movie marathon for a rest day. Conspiring amongst themselves with their respective mentor and guardian none the wiser until they sprang it upon them.

Normally a rest day really meant low level exercise and meditation, but the two kids had decided to shake things up and had been gathering movies and snacks for a few days before presenting their haul to both monkeys.

Honestly, Macaque should have realized something was up when Bai He was so insistent on bringing the backpack Mei had gifted her on this trip. He had shrugged it off as just kid behavior, but looking back on it there were plenty of other signs that he’d just ignored or accepted answers that were obviously in retrospect given too quickly.

At least he could commiserate in his obliviousness with Wukong, given that the confused look on his face was slowly morphing into one of resignation that he too had missed some pretty obvious signs of his kid sneaking around for this plan.

It wasn’t hard to accept the change of plans, though Macaque needled Wukong about it some on the way to the shack the Monkey King called a home to set up. He was the Great Sage after all, and surely he should have noticed his student’s action. Maybe his age was finally catching up to him.

The elbow to the shadow monkey’s ribs in retaliation was barely more than a nudge, and the following eye roll only got a bark of laughter in response.

It was quickly decided that Wukong’s lousy excuse for a couch was not going to be enough for this venture, and both monkeys set about making a makeshift nest out of the pillows, blankets, and other suitable materials that could be found around the home.

Macaque vaguely wondered if they should be concerned at how quickly MK was to join in on the construction of their nest, and how he worked without being offered much guidance from either of the two actual monkeys while Bai He stayed at the side handing materials as requested.

It was likely a problem for another day though.

Once the nest was constructed, it took little incentive for everyone to get dragged in and snacks passed around as the first movie started.

That had been around the midafternoon, and it was sunset now. The latest movie was playing, soft background noise to the scene Macaque glanced down at.

He was pressed against Wukong’s side, head leaning against the king’s shoulder as the other’s arm rested lightly over his own shoulders. Neither had acknowledged it when they had started drifting closer, not that they really would need to as the kids had done the same as well.

MK was basically sprawled over both Wukong and Macaque’s laps, head pillowed in his mentor’s with his legs thrown over Macaque’s and sleeping quite soundly at that. Wukong’s free hand was carding through MK’s hair, banda shifted and lost a while ago to let the hair hang free, in a manner that was just on the side of unfocused enough to not be considered grooming. Macaque’s tail had at some point wrapped around MK’s ankle, and would squeeze lightly whenever the kid squirmed before settling again.

Bai He was curled with her head resting on MK’s stomach, soft breaths showing she’d also fallen asleep at some point. Macaque’s hand lightly ran through the girl’s hair, a mirror of Wukong’s own in MK’s, working gently at any tangles he found in the locks. The very tips of his claws scratched lightly at her scalp, a move he had found that for some reason had helped with nightmares after one too many sleepless nights. Bai He’s hands were wrapped loosely around Wukong’s tail, not much of a grip on the appendage but it wasn’t being moved anytime soon.

Macaque’s legs were going numb from MK’s weight, and he wasn’t sure how MK wasn’t uncomfortable in his position with how even he was laying. Bai He’s hair was going to be a mess later and there’s no way Wukong’s legs and arm weren’t also going numb. It was overly domestic in Macaque’s humble opinion, and perhaps not too long ago he’d have snarked at Wukong for how soft he’d gotten but…

Well, he’d gotten soft too then, and he’d be one hell of a hypocrite to make a comment now as his own drowsiness was settling in.

The quiet chuckle from Wukong had Macaque looking up, brow quirking up at the soft expression on the other’s face as he looked over the kids as well.

Shifting just enough to get a better look at Wukong while hopefully not disturbing the kids, he quietly asked “What’s up Peaches?”

He felt his breath catch in his throat as Wukong looked back at him, expression softening even further than Macaque would’ve thought possible. Eyes glittering as gold as the setting sun, and filled with that emotion neither would yet dare to name despite knowing well enough what it was.

“Nothing just… never expected this, and I’m just a little surprised by it still. Seems a little unreal.” Was the whispered response, which only had Macaque’s brow to quirk up further and smirk to grow on his face.

“What? You never expected the kids planning a movie marathon? Given MK’s penchant for sleepovers with his friends, and making sure Bai He gets to enjoy all those same things, this feels right up their alley.” There’s a teasing lilt in Macaque’s voice, smirk only growing wider when Wukong rolls his eyes and the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s trying to fight off a smile.

“Not that. I mean…” Wukong makes a sweeping gesture with the hand formerly in MK’s hair at the three of them, making sure it’s the hand on the side Macaque can see from just as they’d all settled on that side for the same reason, before settling it back in it’s former position when MK made a noise of discontent. “This. The kids themselves, having people visit here and doing things like this just because.”

Wukong pauses for a moment before continuing, face open and earnest in a way that makes Macaque’s chest squeeze painfully and soar at the same time. “And you being home again.”

Macaque was going to set a record for how quickly he could throw up glamors at this point. He’d had far too much practice with that move at this point that it was almost instinctive to do so when he felt the beginning of a flush on his face. He stuttered for a moment, before sighing, and sinking back down to have his head more solidly against Wukong’s shoulder.

“Guess I can understand that. Can’t say I would’ve ever expected any of this either, probably would’ve laughed in the face of anyone that suggested it.” He likely would have done more than laugh, but well no need to ruin a good mood with those thoughts.

That got another chuckle from Wukong before both fell into silence, letting the noise of a forgotten film and the world outside fill the room once more.

Macaque spared a glance outside, taking in the evening sky. The setting sun’s rays still shone brightly as the moon was rising, with the faintest light of stars showing where the day had faded to night.

The sun, the moon, and stars all together, a rare sight to see. A quick glance at the others, two sleeping kids and a king who was slipping into sleep as his head dropped to lean against Macaque’s lead to a more genuine smile to appear on the demon’s face.

Maybe not quite that rare a sight to see, actually.

A half asleep Wukong turned his head just enough to barely brush his lips against the other monkey’s temple as he muttered out “Missed you Plum, glad you’re back.” Before slipping into a blissfully unaware sleep alongside MK and Bai He.

Macaque would hold that over the golden monkey’s head for weeks later, but first he needed to make sure he didn’t accidentally wake the others up as he internally screamed and his earlier blush grew to cover more of his face and even the tips of his ear. He’d never admit how long it took for him to settle his thundering heart and settle enough for sleep to claim him as well.

The last thought his dazed mind had before he drifted into dreams was that stepping out of the shadows into this light was one of the best decisions he’s made.

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Cal Kestis x Kyra Yarmot

'Revenge

and

Redemption:

In the Name of Love'

Pt.10

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Wow, I didn't take 10 days for this one!

Anyways, Kyra on her first Inquisitor Mission, Cal on his...who knows how many he's been in his three months alone...

Take a shot for every time I wrote 'Rebel Camp' btw, and no I won't pay the medical bills-

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 2.900 Words

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You had to be very quiet, not a soul can possibly hear you as you snuck through the dense shadows of the night, using your agility and flexibility – the last things you're capable of – to hurry over most obstacles in your path without much worry.

Then you found what you looked for:

The trash of the weekend market of one of the Planet's cities you're currently taking cover in. As quick as you could be while also making as good as no sounds, you look through the already odd smelling produce that the vendors had to throw out because the unrelenting sun shone on them all day, which shortened their shelf life extremely quickly.

But it was the best you could get when you had to save all the stolen and found credits to hitchhike with a stranger on their ship next week again, never staying in one place for too long. You couldn't risk having them find you…not in this poor condition of yours.

In the reflection of a dirty puddle, not evaporated due to its shadowy place in an Alleyway, you see the creature that is you…skin and scales, drying out due to slow but more than certain malnutrition and not enough ways to hyrdate without catching some water-living parasite or an infection. You got just barely enough to not die of thirst, giving most of it, like your found food, to Grogu. Dark circles around the free part of your eyes made your skin almost the same tone as the scales close around it. And you didn't even have the strength left to fly if you ended up being caught during one of your nightly scavenging hunts, yet the fact that Grogu was all alone in that cave while you're out getting food for him and you gave you enough incentive to keep quiet as much as you physically could. Either way, if you felt like fighting this useless emptiness or not, you cannot leave Grogu to fend for himself, he doesn't deserve to lose the last person that can take care of him as well.

Even though you barely even had the strength left to defend the two of you if anyone other than the Empire found you…

You woke from your nap about an hour after Cal's Idea of…entertaining…yourselves, still tasting him on your lips and in your mouth. Was it weird that you liked that and the feeling it gave you?

"I can taste you too still, dragonfly, nothing weird in my eyes…but maybe let's not tell anyone else!" It came from beneath you, your body lying on his, being gently shook along as he laughed lightly at your surprised, almost embarrassed expression. "And by the way, you tasted about as divine as always…" He praised with a proud smirk, licking his lips for more context to add to your already naughty thoughts. And it would surprise you if he didn't like what he had, having eaten you out like a man starved just before this nap.

"Were you any better though, missy, I thought you're going to cho-" He wasn't able to finish his obvious idea to playfully tease you back when a knock at the door drew the attention of both of you towards it. "We're meeting at the Inn's entrance in about five minutes, hurry up you two!" Trilla shouts through it before audibly walking away once more – not waiting along for your answer – in the direction of the Elevators and stairwell. As much as it annoyed both of you, she was right. You're not here for a vacation, you're here on a mission as Inquisitors. With wordless communication, Cal and you were both on the same wavelength: Kark Trilla sometimes, but yes this is important.

Fortunately you had been allowed to at least choose the type and model, if you already had to wait to get a new Lightsaber. So it ended up being a Sniper Blaster Rifle, after you demonstrated your skills in handling one, your keen eyesight making you a dangerous enemy if left at the trigger of one.

So within two minutes, you fixed your Uniforms back up, having taken your nap still wearing them for the most part, only his pants and underwear drawn down a bit and your jumpsuit opened haphazardly below the belt. Thank the makers for the functionality of it, otherwise you would take five minutes alone already to get your Uniform back in place with your out of order wings and your tail having to be stuffed through the holes as well again. Grabbing his lightsaber to clip it back on, he used one hand to throw you your own weapon. Currently, that would be a blaster.

Although you really would've preferred to get your own, old Lightsaber back instead. But that one was most likely still with Cere and the Mantis Crew…traitors, liars…

You're going to get your lightsaber back and get your revenge at the same time. Revenge for attempting to kill you in cold blood, Revenge for keeping this life-changing truth from you even though she knew what you are…Revenge for your people.

"Easy, my little hot head. You're going to set the room ablaze!" Cal calls out, placing a much colder hand on your shoulder, which was heating up with every second you wasted thinking about that woman's betrayal. "I'm fine, Cal." The way you snapped at him though, your tail tip leaving cuts across even the stone tiled floor, it was more than obvious to him that you're not really fine. And as much he would've wanted to just let you have your moment to let off the figurative and literal steam, you two didn't have the time to. After their first week of offical acclimatization for you, they hadn't had the time either.

So you're running around like a steaming time bomb since over a month now…eventually, he just knew, the pressure and rage would get you to pop and as much as he wanted to be there for you, to get you through that moment just like any other you two went through till now…he was afraid if you would perhaps lose track of who is friend and who is foe in that very moment, or even of yourself.

"...You're afraid that...that I might hurt you…" You realize quietly, his thoughts, his evident fear for what you could possibly do if everything became just way too much for even you to handle. That was the point you felt yourself get back to reality, but not slowly. More like a Boulder falling off a cliff.

"No…if you want me to be honest, my biggest concern is that you hurt yourself in your eventual outbreak." He reveals, a thought he didn't let you hear all to clearly, or didn't want you to hear, it seemed, because it definitely didn't sound like a lie either. "Why…?" Outside, the sun was settling across the horizon of Kuat's cities and forests, a golden and orange glow coming through the half-shut window as you waited for Cal's answer to your very simple, short question. "Because I don't want to see you hurt, we went over this so many times in this month alone…I don't want anyone to harm you, especially not you yourself in an accident…" And it was quite obvious in his tone that he wouldn't accept any type of 'but' or similar rebuttal. He was worried for you, that's all and while, on the inside, you knew that most certainly really was everything there is to this, you can't help but secretly continue to worry about the fact that Cal might also be afraid of you hurting him...

You would never let that happen, under no circumstances…you rather kill yourself before it gets to that point!

Cal took your silent nod as the end of this subject of conversation, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, smiling when he felt that you had already cooled off again…you never would let yourself harm him…ever.

Going back down the same way as you were shown by the owner of the Inn, you're greeted with the 7 Storm Troopers from before and Trilla with her hands on her hips, impatient as hell already as her heels duck into the road's fine, gray gravel. "Don't give us this look, Trilla, we still got a good minute till the five minutes are over!" You claim severely annoyed – the previous conversation the cause for that – before she can even say anything, and for everyone's sake, she fortunately dropped it more or less as she began to assign the roles of this mission to everyone. Something you only truly realized now, since she ignored the Troopers entirely and immediately turned to you two, was that they weren't even basic Storm Troopers.

They all already knew what they would be doing today, as it were their specializations.

You had a medic, a Flametrooper, two Heavy Troopers, a Jumptrooper, a Scout Trooper and one Shock Trooper, which was basically an elite Rank Trooper.

"Eleventh Brother," she began, looking at Cal who himself looked unamused as well, his arms crossed as he looked at Trilla with something close to passive aggressive neutrality, "You're going to be our eyes above, of course with the help of the Twelfth Sister."

"Stop daydreaming and listen to me, Yarmot." Trilla reprimanded, snapping her finger in front of your face for your attention, "My apologies." Despite not in the mood for anything anymore right now, after you heard Cal's fears, you had enough brain left to keep your false respect up in front of the Troopers, otherwise they might think their boss has absolutely no reign over the two of you. But to be honest, Cal and You often ignored the supposed Rank of the Inquisitors because by the makers, you would've been dead so many times if you listened to some of the outrageous plans and strategies the other Inquisitors thought about during Simulation Training. Trilla was the only Inquisitor you even believed in anymore to actually lead a Missiok like this successfully, all the regular bullying you did set aside, you had to give her at least that.

Eyes above? Did she forget that your wings aren't healed yet, even if they made significant progress – surprisingly – in Dr. Puloria's eyes, they are apparently not able to be used in combat again already anyways.

But as if she read your mind, perhaps due to your extremely clear confusion written all over your face, she pulls up one of her brows, pointing behind her.

A mountain, with a path leading up to it, that's what it looked like at least.

"That karking above. I know that your stupid wings are still virtually useless…and knowing our luck, it will most likely stay that way." Your confusion changed to just about being absolutely done with her already again for the rest of the day, one of your eyes twitching irritated as you hold back from just telling her your own thoughts right now. Instead, you nod, holding back, staying quiet as Cal praises your control silently. "So the Scout Trooper checks out from below, we give through what we can see from up there?" "Yes, essentially. But stay on guard, from what the Town's People have given us Information-wise for them, they have been seen also patrolling the nearby mountain range, that includes that mountain, so you might have to fight or hide."

With a few questions for the strategy later, the improvised briefing was concluded and everyone took one of the Speeders provided to you all by the Town itself. They clearly appreciated your help as some curious folks came to watch with their kids as the 10 of you depart for the exit of the town and into the wild grasslands. After an uncertain distance, you didn't pay much attention to it, Cal signals you with his hand to cut away from the rest, stopping shortly at the foot of the huge mountain, a sloping grass field and a gravel path running up to the more rocky paths being your new road as the others continued to their discussed spots. Leaving the front to Cal, you take the slow, careful ascend on the now down-throttled, much quieter Speeders to take in the surroundings.

Kuat was a pretty planet, but also way too…busy…with plant and swamp life for your personal taste. Most of what you're able to see was the Jungle next to the open grass fields and partially swamps that forced the Jungle to end almost abruptly. Before you disappeared behind the rock wall of the mountain that now lost most of the lush and tall grass that grew further down, you took the chance to see the Town from high above as well, painted in the colors of the evening sun even more now. It was surprisingly big, but not polluted despite two big factories visible near the other end. Not Shipyards though, these are in Kuat's Orbit as an awestriking ring of factories.

After the last feet upwards, Cal calls for you silently that you should travel the rest of the small distance by foot, to keep the Speeders hidden in case a Rebel Patrol actually came past here. Doing so, you once again walk side by side, making sure to keep on guard just like she had told you and Cal. "If the Camp isn't too difficult to deal with, from the amount of Rebels at least, you think we could finish this mission today already?" You dare to ask once he was sure he had found a good spot for your task, leaning against the big rock he hid behind with you. The ginger hummed in thought, "I don't know, perhaps…also, doesn't this...situation give you a bit of Deja vu, Kyra?"

Deja vu? Of wha- oh wait, yes! This is very similar to how the first day you met ended, with you two hunched down behind some loose rocks on a cliff to spy out some stuff, back then, it was an Informant of the Rebels. Now it's the very people you once believed to be your allies. "Yeah, it does. It was much hotter on that Planet though, Kuat has a more mild and moist climate." He smiled when he got the confirmation that you remembered as well, shortly ignoring the bloated rule of professionalism to place a kiss on your scaly cheeks, "And I would never regret meeting you that day, Dragonfly. Now: let's get it together, we got a job to do."

Right he was, you shouldn't mess up unless you want you two to get punished for it later on. Pulling out your binoculars from the clip at your utility belts, you carefully climb onto the rock, flattening your wings and tail onto it, to be able to look downwards without being spotted yourself while Cal chose to lie down and look around it from the side.

Minutes and minutes of low activity and basically no sign of life, Cal almost falling asleep right where he was, you finally saw something of interest. Zooming in with the Binoculars, you grin, "Tri- Second Sister, registering movement to the galactic north side of the Camp, four lightly armored Rebels equipped with…two Rifle Blasters and two Generic Blasters. One has a vibroblade at his belt." You sent through the wrist comm you wore, trying to make out anyone else on the ground but you're running up empty till now. But you kept being surprised as in how in the Galaxy the Rebels had managed to build up a whole karking campsite just a few miles out of a Town that actively and proudly supported their enemies.

"Cal, why do they make it so complicated anyways, they eradicated such Campsites with a targeted artillery strike before, from what one of the Troopers told me on the trip down to Kuat. Why aren't we doing it again?"

You ask as you keep a keen eye on the north side now, it must be where their entrance is then, if these four suddenly came from there. Rolling your head from side to side to ease some tension in your neck from lying on literal rock, you spy something else at the west side of the Camp, two more. While you send that through as well, including their potential weaponry, Cal patiently waited to be able to reply to you with what you wanted to hear, "These Rebels are suspected to be holding onto important information about other Camps and Rebel Cells. Especially one on Coruscant that's been growing under the Empire's Nose for months now!"

Yeah okay, that sounded very much important, you give him that. So maybe you can't just blast them all to hell and back, but if the information is that important, why are they all waiting around so long? They could've shared them to other Rebels by now, made hundredsbof copies…untraceable ones at that! "Relax, love, they know of the obvious risks but so far, they know what they are doing. Isn't their first time after all…" You really did hope that they knew, otherwise this is going to be a waste of not just time but also of valuable Resources.

Engrossed deeply into the task of being on the lookout for threats down below, neither Cal nor you had much attention left to also look behind yourselves every once in a while, some banter back and forth keeping you from also losing concentration on the more obvious task at hand. But it caused a different problem: forgetting to stay on guard for your OWN safety at all times.

So it was only BD then that would pick up the sounds of the unfamiliar voices closing in, his worried, quiet beeps drowned out by you and Cal talking about whatever played about on the ground, either verbally ripping into one of the Rebel Guards tripping on some roots or their own speeders at the South Side clearly being less than fully functional. Only when BD had more than enough and jumped on Cal's head to pull at his ginger hair with his small feet, you had forced yourselves to look back up.

But the Rebel Patrol had already seen your lying figures, quick to realize who and what you were by your black Uniforms. When you abandoned your binoculars, throwing them wherever to take a reflexive fighting stance, they should've fled by instinct to stay alive. Because they knew what you would do.

They didn't.

Like they knew they wouldn't get out alive either way after they found not just one, but two Inquisitors, spying on their Group's camp, they charged at Cal and you, their surprising fearlessness stunned you both for long enough so one of them reached the Ginger Inquisitor, pulling his tucked away blade to swing at him with a desperate shout.

Wide eyes, stunned to your spots, everything felt like it played in slow motion as you heard the rip of his uniform being shredded by the serrated blade of the Rebel, smelling the metallic scent of your mate's blood near instantly before it even hit the rocky ground of the mountain you're currently stuck on.

You're too slow to react as well when Cal, his eyes wide and mouth open, stumbles backwards from the sheer shock and pain, clutching the wound instead of defending himself, as it wasn't his first instinct to lash out in revenge, this wasn't how Cal worked either way how angry he was.

It was though to shout your name as he fell off the ragged cliff face you two just shortly before lied on to do your stupid job.

All because of theses karking rebels…

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"CALLLLL!!!"

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stvrchaser · 3 years

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forgive me ( regulus arcturus black )

word count : 1,300

warnings : angst because i don’t know how to write anything else, death

summary : she takes it upon herself to destroy slytherin’s locket and mourns the life she’ll never share with regulus

There’s a calmness in the way the earth seemed to tremble beneath her feet. Like the rocking of the chair which used to lull her to sleep.

She wondered if he sat there now, her dear Regulus. Maybe he’d be vexed she hadn’t showed. She promised she would, after all. Well, better angry than worried.

He couldn’t know about what she’d done. Not yet.

He probably waited in her room with a present in hand.

She always insisted, “It’s only my birthday. Really, you shouldn’t fuss over it. There’s no need to get me anything.” And every time, he did just that.

Regulus was a stubborn boy. Clever, but incredibly stubborn. She admired his persistence— his courage and dedication to all that he cared about. She was happy she’d made sure to tell him that. She was pleased that he would know at least one person who was guaranteed to care for him. Always. She knew he didn’t get much of that.

But, again, he was stubborn. His curiosity could fuel his will to venture far, no matter the journey. But he had surpassed the limits. He had taken it too far.

Regulus discovered a secret better left untouched and forgotten. But this was Regulus, and so it was not.

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He snuck in through her bedroom window, as per usual. She had left it open for him. It didn’t matter that his family, too, were purebloods. The knowledge that the two of them spent time together, alone in her bedroom, would be scandalous. And so, it seemed like a normal afternoon, a mere continuation of the routine they had gotten used to.

But she noticed the way he stumbled in. Regulus had never been clumsy. And he walked carelessly, dragging his feet. He looked tranced— disturbed. So she stood from her rocking chair, dropping the book in her hand onto the small side table.

“Reg?” she spoke softly, trying to make out his features in the weak light.

“The thing he’s hiding. I’ve figured out what it is.”

Voldemort.

“Come,” she held her arm out, inviting him closer. She’d intended to get him to sit down, stop his swaying. But she found herself in his embrace. “What can I do?”

In their line of work, explanation was scarce. She had long since stopped asking “what happened” and went straight for assistance. This wasn’t the first time Regulus had sought her comfort while under Voldemort’s orders. She’d healed his wounds, dried his tears, perfected the dreamless drought to keep his terrors at bay.

Yes. She was quite familiar with his work.

“I shouldn’t have sent Kreacher,” he mumbled into her hair.

Regulus had always cared for Kreacher, no matter his age and bitter nature. She supposed that the house-elf was the first friend he’d ever made that wasn’t Sirius or one of the purebloods that his parents had insisted he befriended.

She made note to thank him for that someday.

“You didn’t have a choice.”

“He could have died.” His shoulders tensed. “He was… he nearly was.”

“I’m so sorry, Regulus.” It was a phrase she often uttered with a heavy heart. With so much sorrow and rage. With guilt. Regulus Black deserved the world and her ‘sorry’ wouldn’t suffice. It never would. It couldn’t make up for the sacrifices he’d made. Not for all that he’d lost.

“The world will set itself right someday.” ‘I’ll set it right for you,’ she said to herself.

“Not while He exists,” Regulus insisted with a shake of his head. “There’s no hope for this world when someone— some thing as vile as he can exist.”

“Light can have no purpose without darkness—“

“He’s split his soul.” Her grip on his arms tightened.

“What?”

“He’s taken a life to preserve a piece of his soul. He’s made a horcrux and I’ve just helped him keep it out of everyone’s reach.”

She sobbed at his confession— at the heart wrenching guilt in his tearful eyes.

What had this world done to him?

“It can’t be. The dark magic that it would have required—“

“He’s got it.”

She looked back at him with an open mouth, yet she couldn’t find it in herself to speak.

Horcruxes— they required an act so dark that a person’s soul was supposedly beyond redemption. It took intent— a sickening willingness to take a life in exchange for your own soul so that one could become immortal. Invincible.

“I didn’t— I should have known. I should have guessed what he… but it’s too late.” A cry tore through his throat. “Forgive me,” Regulus begged.

She held him closer, her hands running through the curled obsidian at the nape of his neck. She steadied his trembling body with hers, as if absorbing it. His fear seeped into her skin. But she let it. She always did. She welcomed his misery alongside his love, as well as every other aspect of him within her reach. He was intertwined with her nerves, carved into her bones.

So while she welcomed his pain, she made up her mind. Regulus would not suffer at the hands of the Dark Lord.

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“Forgive me,” she sobbed at the skies. Her mind was distorted, seeing visions of him with every turn of her head. Even at the shut of her eyes.

She writhed in pain, the liquid running down her throat like sand, but Kreacher held a shaking hand to her chin as she had instructed him to do.

She had coaxed every bit of information from Regulus since the night of his visit. She had concocted a plan without his knowledge. Deceived him. Betrayed him.

He had trusted her with a plan. To destroy the damned locket and to risk his life doing it. Of course, she would not— could not— let him.

And she’d sworn to protect him, hadn’t she?

He’ll hate her when he finds out. And she knows he will, her wonderfully clever Regulus.

“Mistress mustn’t stop,” the house elf reminded her, but his voice was barely coherent between her sobs.

“He’s going to hate me, Kreacher. Regulus is going to hate me.”

The internal debate in his eyes were obvious. But Kreacher was loyal to her and, more importantly, Regulus. And he had ordered him to obey her as he would his family. Hence the reason she was so often addressed as his “Mistress.”

It was a shame she’d never know the joy of being his wife.

“This is for his safety,” she told him when he contemplated to tell Regulus about her plan. “It’ll always be for him.”

“Mistress has to drink,” Kreacher pleaded with tearful eyes.

“I can’t have him hating me,” she whispered through gasps of air. “Tell him I’m… I’m sorry.”

“Mistress needn’t apologize for wanting the young Master to live,” Kreacher responded with the last of the basin gathered in his hold. He held more emotion than she had ever seen in him. He tried to comfort her to the best of his abilities. To stay true to his word that he would protect Regulus at all costs.

Still, he looked ashamed. Full of grief like nothing she’d ever seen. She felt horrible for dragging him with her. For causing him the pain of disobeying Regulus’s orders to keep her safe.

“Thank you for everything you’ve done, Kreacher. For Regulus. For me. You’ve done your job well.” With she drank with one last sob as the liquid clawed at her throat. “Get the l- locket and l- leave. Take c- care of him. T- tell Regulus—“

She never did get to finish that sentence, but her pleads for forgiveness rattled in Kreacher’s head.

“Master Regulus could never hate his beloved Mistress,” the house elf cried at the sight of her lifeless eyes. “But Kreacher will do as Mistress says for he serves the most Noble House of Black.”

#regulus arcturus black #regulus black x reader #regulus x y/n #angst #one shot #death trope #regulus black #marauders era #fanfiction #imagine #fanfic #harry potter au #there’s no purpose to this #i was just sad

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2030kamenriders · 2 years

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Alright, a list of some stuff we know (or don't know?) for sure. This might be completely wrong though, and it's probably incomplete, so feel free to add your thoughts!

(SPOILERS FOR W under the read-more line! I tried to keep it minimal, but I don't think it worked. So I put a read-more line instead.)

Another W exists in the Another-W timeline, and can't co-exist with W.

Dopants do exist in the Another-W timeline, meaning so do Gaia Memories.

Judging by how Another W seems to have 2 overlapping voices, they're probably 2 people, just like regular W.

However, we don't know who Another W are.

Futo City has went to chaos in this world.

(not stated by cannon, but gonna be an important part of the world, so I'll put it here anyway): since Futo City is messed up, the city's mascot has turned into a monstrous SIC-figure form to reflect that. However, Futo-kun themself is still good.

If Dopants can exist, but W can't, then there are likely a lot more dopants, and a higher level of Gaia Memory use. Meaning more teens using Gaia Memories, which Kirihiho is against. He probably still dies in the attempt to protest against this.

Yukie Sudo likely has a similar stance to her brother. The main difference is that Kirihiko attempted to persuade Saeko to agree with him, while Yukie will probably just want revenge.

We don't know who Memory Dopant is.

The Fumen Cart master exists.

Fumen Cart master is on good enough terms with Shotaro to hold his ridewatch. Meaning that Shotaro also exists as a good guy, and is probably very-much alive (although busy). We just don't know if he's a proper private detective or not.

We don't know, however, if Mr. Narumi is alive, since we also don't know the events of Begins Night.

This means that we don't quite know what's going on with Phillip. He's probably still got his Planet Bookshelf powers, but where does he stand morally? Does he know about his past? Is he even alive at all?

Adding some of the above points together... there's a terrifyingly high possibility that the Cyclone Half of Another W is Raito. (And there's a reason I say "Raito" specifically.)

I'm not exactly a Shroud expert, so I don't know what her stance is. But I imagine that she wouldn't stand for whatever Terror is doing to Raito. However, if W can't exist, then she's probably going to rely more on the help of other Kamen Riders or dopants.

Akiko... Some might argue that she would stay in Osaka for safety. However, she seems like someone who is very curious and fearless, and will walk into danger if it means helping people out. So she's probably gonna show up to Futo at some point. Especially if something bad happens to Mr. Narumi or the detective agency itself.

And for those saying I'm being too generous to Akiko: she snuck into the Sonozaki mansion, which is protected by the terrifying aura of Terror Dopant. And she doesn't even have superpowers! The word "fear" simply doesn't exist in her vocabulary.

Weather definitely exists in the world, but there's a good chance that he dies of Gaia Memory abuse. The exception is if the Another-W timeline has a way for him to survive despite using so many Gaia Memories. Either way, he's probably having a grand time in this timeline.

On the flip-side, Ryu Terui is having a terrible time. And with the original W ripped in half, he's likely not gonna be the same Terui we all know and love. Chances are, he either dies or worse — probably worse. Like, this guy is probably gonna murder someone in a revenge-fueled rage.

That being said, if Ryu manages to find out about the OG timeline, especially late in the game, he's probably gonna do all he can to reach for it. That being said, his redemption arc is going to be pretty messy, if he even manages to survive to that point.

With that all being said — and it pains me to say this — Haruna Terui probably isn't supposed to exist in this timeline. At least, not unless there's some really crazy storyline stuff going on.

We don't know what all of the Sonozakis think about this whole situation. Or at least, what they would think if they knew about the OG timeline. Sure, initially, they're gonna be making big bucks off all of the Gaia Memories they're selling. And they are likely gonna be allied with Another W if one half of him really is Raito. But eventually, there's probably gonna be some unavoidable conflicts within the family.

These inter-family conflicts are gonna be really complicated once Yukie shows up to town, considering how Kirihiko died.

#another w timeline verse #there's a lot of don't-knows and variables #but hey! that's the fun part #kamen rider w

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dlartistanon · 3 years

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So I've seen your tweet of Shining in Near Light saying that her place is always by Liz's side for as long as she'll have her. With that in mind, what if (and this is a friggin big if because Liz is very nice and loves Shining very much) Liz finds out about the role Shining played in her past and asks Shining to leave her? Will Shining comply? Will she stays even if Liz hates her in order to protect her? Interested to hear your thoughts because the potential angst is too good...

[mild spoilers for Near Light]

Shining: Liz... maybe you will hate me at some point. Shining: But trust me, my place is always at your side.

Nightingale: I... how can I ever hate you?

Shining: ...

Shiningale angst really is too tantalizing...!!!

Here's the thing: Shining places so much value in giving Liz the freedom of choice. She will not do anything that takes Liz's agency away from her. It is very important that Liz is allowed to make her own decisions, because as a former prisoner, she wasn't able to.

Liz was captured, locked inside an empty room, and was only ever permitted to see anyone when they needed her to heal. She was, in all honesty, abused for her powers. So much that her physical and mental wellbeing took a heavy toll, and now she's left with memory loss, motor impairment, repression due to trauma, among a host of other issues.

And in Nightingale's operator record, we see what may have been the main reason for that: Liz can reverse the symptoms of Oripathy. That's like someone having the power to lessen the effects of cancer. Which makes Nightingale someone who should be highly sought-after. But this ability isn't widely known, and it seems like to those that knew, took advantage of her for their own means.

As someone who saved Liz from that predicament, I don't think Shining would object if Liz didn't want to be around her. Like I said, Liz having her own agency is so, so important to Shining. It matters much more than keeping her safe.

Again, in Nightingale's oprec, Liz snuck out with Nearl's help in order to heal that Infected child, which we later learn is weakening herself in exchange. She tries to apologize to Shining, but Shining won't have it, saying "Why are you sorry? You did something that made you happy."

But as much as it hurts Shining that Liz is essentially shortening her lifespan, she can’t fight it. She won’t. Really, the only thing she can do is to hope and pray that Liz has more choices to choose from so that she won’t be forced to trade her life away every time.

The fact that Shining remains silent when Liz asks how she could ever hate her? Lends credence to the theory that, as a former Confessor, Shining was involved with Nightingale in the past. She may have even been one of the people that hurt her.

It seems rather unlikely to me that Liz would reject Shining if she happened to learn/remember her involvement. The way I see it, Liz has already forgiven her. This Shining is not the Shining of the past.

And throughout various Followers scenes, we can see how that is reflected in their relationships; Nearl and Liz seem to be more openly affectionate with each other, whereas Shining tends to hang back. No doubt she cares for them greatly, but the burden of guilt of her past prevents her from being as close to Liz.

Shining is in the middle of her redemption arc, however. Hopefully she will be able to face her sins so that she will stop feeling unworthy of Liz’s affection.

She loves Liz too much to trap her again.

#dltext #anonymous #thank you for this ask anon!#the potential drama is very [kisses fingers]#dl talks ak

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inkandpen22 · 3 years

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The Princess and The Pogue (Pt. 8)

Pairing: JJ x Female!Reader / Topper x Female!Reader

Word Count: 4.1k

Warnings: smut, swearing, underage drinking, drugs

Part Summary: Y/N must attend the dinner her parents planned. After, she and Topper attend Kelce’s party.

A/N: not proof read bc school is life rn but I wanna keep updating. ALSO DANG TOPPER IS SPICY IN THIS!!!!

Masterlist

Your dad hands the keys over to the valet as the other Club worker opens your car door and offers you his hand. You accept, slipping out of the SUV gracefully. Rhett meets you, offering you his arm for which you take and follow him inside.

"I can't breathe," you inhale shapely.

"Hot?" Your brother guesses as he buttons up his blazer.

"No, this satin dress doesn't give at all and Mom made me get a size smaller because she thought it made me look thinner," you grumble, tugging at the unforgiving fabric.

"She's probably just trying to punish you because of the whole diabolical with Crystal," he points out.

"Oh, I know she is, she hates that some of her and Dad's friends saw it. They wouldn't shut up about it when I got home," you whisper between the two of you as you cross the threshold into the Club.

You stop in the lobby with your parents a few feet ahead at the hostess podium with Sarah's parents and Topper's mom. You spot Rafe at the bar with a scotch in hand, Sarah nowhere to be seen. If she managed to get out of this dinner you'll be royally pissed, mainly jealous.

"Where were you last night anyway?" Rhett’s brows scrunch together.

"After Topper dropped me off I went over to Sarah's," you lie without a hint of hesitation.

"What?" He frowns in confusion. "But after lunch Rafe, Kelce, and I went back to his house? Rafe said Sarah was with that John B kid.”

"Yeah, I picked Sarah up before you guys got there and we hung out for a little bit. After, I dropped her off at John B's," you conjure up as you go.

"So then where did you sleep?" Rhett inquires, pressing further.

"On Mars, Rhett!” You snap, much to your brother’s surprise. “Jesus, Mary, and the damn camel," you curse under your breath.

"Why do you swear all of a sudden? It's not polite, especially in this setting," he hisses between his teeth, checking around for any prying eyes.

"Because maybe I've lost my marbles or PMSing, you pick," you bite back quietly.

"Whatever, I'm going to go grab a drink," he huffs, holding his hands up in surrender. "You should do the same," he suggests before disappearing toward the bar and lounge.

You linger in your spot, observing your fellow Kooks go about their business in their fancy dinner attire. You honestly wonder if some of them ever leave the Club or if they keep closets in the locker rooms.

“One gin and tonic,” Topper announces as he appears beside you with two glasses.

“God, I love you," you mumble, taking the drink from him and immediately taking a sip.

He rubs his hand up and down your bare arm. “You seem tense."

“I’m practically in a corset!" You roll your eyes.

“You look amazing,” he compliments with a charming smile.

“Thanks...” You sigh, unsure of where you two stand.

After this afternoon, after... well... everything said, you don't know the dynamic between you and Topper. Despite the uncertainty, you still depend on him to get you through this dinner. You feel as though your only friends at the table are Topper and Sarah, and even those two don't like each other.

“Geez Topper...” You huff in disapproval.

“Sorry! But you gotta admit it’s not exactly the Four Seasons...” He chuckles.

“Hey Y/N!” Sarah greets, appearing from the bathroom. “Where did you get here?”

“Minutes ago and I’m already over it,” you grumble.

“If you need a ride to John B’s, he’s picking me up after,” she offers.

You exhale deeply, glancing between her and Topper, unsure of what to say. Yes, you have plans with JJ, but you also aren’t confident in speaking about it in front of Topper.

“Yeah, I’ll think about it. I might want to run home first or something,” you satisfy her and remain vague.

“Topper! Y/N! Sarah!” Your dad waves you guys over as the hostess prepares to seat you all.

“I’ll see you guys out there, I’m going to grab a drink!” Sarah announces before dismissing herself.

You and Topper begin toward the doors leading out to the patio, a few yards behind your families.

“Kelce is after a party later, would you maybe wanna come with me?” Topper offers with a smirk.

“I’m supposed to..." You catch yourself before you mention JJ. "Maybe for a little bit.”

“You’re supposed to meet him?” Topper predicts correctly, making you awkwardly take a sip of your drink and avoid his gaze. “Maybe if you drink enough you’ll start seeing two and The Cut wouldn’t look like utter shit," Topper insults passive-aggressively.

“I’ll come and have a drink, but that’s all!" You agree to go with Topper to the Kelce's reluctantly. "I don’t want anything that Rafe has up his sleeve.”

“Noted," Topper gives you a reassuring smile.

"Wait," you halt, giving Topper's arm a slight squeeze. You feel the overwhelming need to speak with Topper for a second before you all gather around a table like one big interconnected family. "Do you know?”

“About what?” The boy frowns in confusion. You glance over at your family anxiously, watching everyone disappear onto the patio outside. Topper takes your hand in his and turns to you. “Y/N, what is it?”

“That our parents practically have the wedding favors picked out," you rush out nervously, unable to fully believe that this is your reality.

Topper exhales deeply, his eyes falling to the floor. He does know. “My mom has made some interesting passive comments lately," he nods. "I suspected but I wasn’t positive.”

“My mom spoke to me before we got here," you describe, checking around the room for any eavesdroppers. "She wanted me to gloat, hang on you, and basically show the Camerons that we’re... I don’t even know...” You shake your head frantically.

“Together,” Topper finishes your sentence.

“It sounds so ancient but ‘promised to each other,’" you explain in greater detail. "It’s insane! I mean, we’re only in high school!”

"You don’t have to do anything!” He comes up with a game plan to get you both through the evening. “Let’s just continue as we have been. They’ll be satisfied and we won’t be losing our willpower.”

“Okay,” you swallow hard with a faint nod.

“It’ll be okay," Topper reaches up and cups your cheek comfortingly, peering into your eyes. He leans forward, planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

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Well into the evening, Kelce's house is packed to the brim with teenage Kooks and some tourons that snuck their way in. Music blasts from the speakers in the ceiling and water from the pool are scattered across the tile living room. Everyone's in their bathing suits, traveling in and out of the water. Cups litter the floor and various conversations overwhelm the ears. On the balcony, you find yourself leaning against the railing watching people jump off the roof into the pool below as Topper does lines with Rafe on the coffee table just a few feet away. Your bare stomach exposed by your bikini presses against the cool glass railing, keeping you awake.

"Come on, Princess!" Rafe waves you over, overtly intoxicated. "Got enough for you!"

“I don’t want anything Rafe!” You remind him.

“You will," he chuckles, not believing you for a second. "Once you start drinking you always do. You could just skip the innocent act and let yourself go.”

Topper rises from his seated position and walks over to join you. He wraps his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as he leans against the rail. He sniffs a few times, making sure all of the coke remains inside.

“One more drink and we’re leaving,” you tell Topper quietly between the two of you.

"I know," he nods, planting a kiss on your temple. “We’ll go.”

You turn toward, peering down at the people as they mess around in the pool. Topper stands behind you, his arms gripping the railing on either side of you. His chest presses to your back as he leans down and plants a kiss to your neck. You tilt your head to the side, granting him better access, causing him to smile against your skin. You’re not sure why you get this way with him when you drink. You’ve thought it over a million times over the years. Is it because it’s what you soberly want but are too afraid to admit? Or, is it because it’s a way to let go? Either way, you and Topper become insufferable whenever you two get too deep, which why you refuse to do anything. If you get any deeper... well... Bermuda is a prime example.

1 hour later....

The drinks slip by you and you quickly lose track of the number. Tequila shots, margarita mix, gin, and coke, everything's mixed. The music has become louder, the colored lights have become brighter, your senses are doing their best to remain active, but your mind is fading. You love this feeling, not having a care in the world. The weight that your parents have placed on your shoulders has long disappeared. Half an hour ago, you and Topper were sharing a joint with Kelce on the roof and now you two are caught in a beer pong tournament.You're slowly starting to lose interest in the game, eager to jump off the roof into the pool as you've seen daredevils do all night.

"Come on, Top! Please!" You tug on the boy's arm, pleading with him again to jump off the roof with you.

He does his best to focus on the game at hand, the ball in his hand to take a shot. He squeezes your hand and brings it to his lips for a quick peck. "One second, Baby."

Drunkenly, you rest your forehead against his bicep, waiting for him to take his shot. Topper tosses the ball, making it into the final cup and the rules call for no redemption.

“We win!” Topper cheers, causing you to lift your head. Again! The champions!”

“Woohoo!” You giggle, raising your cup in the air.

Topper wraps his arms around your waist and picking you up. You wrap your legs around his waist as he spins you. He tilts his head back, exposing his sharp jawline as he peers up at you. Staring into his eyes, you two are so immersed in each other that you get carried away and your lips meet. Neither of you is in the right mind to comprehend it, but this is a pattern. You two get intoxicated on a mixture of alcohol and drugs and your natural touchy friendship gets an intensity boost.

Kelce whistles at the sight of you, urging you guys on. “They act like they’re not together, then they do that!” He not so well whispers to Rafe.

"Same shit, different night," Rafe grumbles, clearly jealous. He silently wishes he was Topper. He would give anything to have a chance with you. “I wonder how Rhett would feel learning his sister is a slut for his best friend.”

Kelce shoves him on the shoulder. “Don’t be an ass. Besides, Rhett knows Topper has a thing for her.”

“But does Y/N have a thing for him or is it just sex?” Rhett challenges, watching you two and hating it.

Topper lets you down as your lips part. His hands slip down your waist to rest on your ass, giving it a slight squeeze. You bite down on your lower lip, your attention on Topper's smirk.

“Hey Top!" Rafe pulls Topper's attention and tosses him a metal canister. "For you my friend!"

Topper pops open the old Altoids container to reveal a pile of color tabs. "Aw no," Topper laughs, tossing his head back.

“Woah woah woah!" You place your hand over Topper's before has the chance to even think about taking anything. You glare at Rafe, "what is that?”

“Candy,” Rafe snickers sarcastically. He rises from his seat position and stands before you, taking the tin from Topper. “Here take one," the boy offers with raised brows.

You push the container back to Rafe. “No, I said I didn’t want to do anything tonight!”

Beside you, Topper reaches into the container, selects a square piece carefully with the provided tweezers, and places the rainbow paper on his tongue.

“Try it, Princess,” Rafe pressures with a smirk.

You glance between Rafe and Topper. The blonde gives you a wink. "You'll feel good," he assures you, rubbing his hand up and down your spine slowly.

You think it over for a second to the best of your ability. You said you wouldn't do anything hard tonight, but you also don't want to sober up anytime soon. You feel too good. You wish you felt this way all the time. You love yourself when you're carefree. On a whim, you give in and pick up the tweezers to select a piece. You place the bit on your tongue, earning a mischievous smirk from Rafe and words from approval from Topper. You don't know much about what Rafe does, but you know from watching that it takes a while for stuff like this to kick in, so you wait.

Thirty minutes later...

After taking swim minutes ago, you and Topper seek some privacy away from the party antics to dry off. You two travel up to the third floor of the house in the dark, this part of the house practically untouched by the people below. You shuffle along the floor in the hall in search of the balcony. You nearly trip of the runner, but Topper catches you by the waist.

“Oh shit!” You gasp. Abruptly, Topper squats down and tucks his arm under your legs. You fly up and he begins to carry you bridal style. “Topper!” You giggle.

“Like a proper princess, let me carry you up the tower!” He jokes.

“You’re ridiculous!” You laugh as Topper navigates his way through Kelce's room toward the screen door leading outside.

You tilt your head back, letting your hair flow as Topper carries you out onto the balcony. The night breeze and salty scent of the ocean fill your senses. Whatever Rafe gave you is immaculate. You've never felt so connected to the world before. Suddenly, Topper releases you, letting you fall onto one of those massive round loungers with a squeal. You lay back onto the lounger, pondering the sensation of the soft fabric beneath you.

“You’re exquisite,” Topper admires, towering over you with a gawking look on his face.

You prop yourself up on your elbows with a smirk. "You too."

Topper plops down beside you, sliding to be close to your side. His fingertips glide up and down your arm. “How are you feeling?”

Your eyes fall shut with a grin. “Like I’m on a cloud," you describe in a whisper as you ponder the sensation of his warm fingers on your cool skin. “You feel on fire. So warm...”

“Do you like it?” He asks in a whisper and you can feel the warm breath wave over your cheek.

You hum, focusing on every detail of his touch. You exhale deeply as Topper brushes his lips across your collar bone and planting a kiss on your skin.

“Do you regret us?” He whispers. You don't see it, but Topper watches you intently with a softly broken expression. He hopes you don't. God, does he want to beg you to be his, only his.

You shake your head, breathless. "No."

Glad to say the least, Topper moves his attention to your neck, kissing and sucking hard on the sensitive skin. His hand roams your waist down to your inner thigh, making you inhale sharply. Your back arches off the lounger and toward his hand between your legs. You crave to feel more of him.

“Are you sure?” He checks quietly in your ear.

“Yes,” you exhale, too overwhelmed by the pleasure growing inside you to focus on his questions.

As you kisses Topper, you chase the sensation he’s giving you. You're addicted to the way he makes you feel. Topper's lips travel down from your jawline to your chest. The memories of winter break, Bermuda, every intense moment you and Topper have ever shared are your driving force right now. As Topper leaves a trail of affection down your collarbone to your chest, he begins to untie your bikini. Then, your thoughts fixate on JJ. His face flickers across your mind. Physically, you want Topper, but all you can think about is JJ. You wonder where he is, what he's doing, if he's thinking about you.

You're so far into your own thoughts that your body goes through the motions subconsciously. You're partially distracted by your thoughts of JJ, but the drugs and alcohol also cloud your mind. You're not entirely sure how things escalated, but deep down you're not shocked. It's you and Topper, you've never been fully satisfied when it comes to one another. You can't help but to feel everything, pondering the glorious and overwhelming pleasure as Topper thrusts into you.

You bite down on her lip, restricting yourself from accidentally whispering JJ’s name. “Topper,” you pant, focusing.

“Say it again, Beautiful,” Topper pants, planting a kiss to your chest as he picks up his pace.

“Please Topper,” you whisper breathlessly.

“God, you’re so perfect,” he grunts, finding himself getting closer with each syllable leaving your lips.

Topper is your greatest addiction. He’s everything you're supposed to want. He’s utterly devoted to you and secretly you crave his attention. You roll your hips, making him go deeper inside of you, much to his surprise.

“Fuck Y/N,” he moans in your ear.

“Holy shit,” you mutter uncontrollably.

“You always feel so good," Topper swallows hard. "I’ve missed this. I’ve missed you.”

Your nails graze down his back, knowing how much he loves that. “Keep going, I’m so close,” you plead, needing him closer though you know that's impossible.

“That’s it, Beautiful," Topper guides. "Cum for me,” he demands more than requests.

“Yes, Topper!" You moan, chasing the high. "Yes!”

“You’re gonna make me cum,” Topper whispers against the skin of your neck and planting a kiss on your jawline.

He lifts his head, meeting your gaze. The moment is intimate and draws you two together. You nod, staring into his eyes. “Cum for me."

You feel Topper finish inside you, a sensation you've experienced almost a dozen times, but it's never enough. Knowing that you can make Topper feel so free and satisfied sometimes keeps you awake at night. Topper settles down on the lounger next to you, panting.

You glance at one another, meeting each other's gaze as you catch your breath. You two laugh, in disbelief of what just occurred.

“Wow!” Topper chuckles.

You raise your brows, in awe. “I know."

“And I thought we wouldn’t outdo Bermuda,” he recalls.

“I swear Bermuda was the Twilight Zone or something," you giggle. "I only remember flashes of it.”

Topper's eyes grow wide and he places his hand over yours. “Do you remember when we found Rafe with that Brazilian chick!”

“Oh my God!" You gasp, turning onto your side to face him. "They were on that nasty leather couch that Kelce spilled the grenadine all over!”

“We were off our asses most of the time,” Topper remembers, pulling you into his side. His arm wraps around you like a protective blanket.

“Facts, we didn’t see Rafe or Kelce for most of it," you add with a snicker. "I think my brother slept out by the pool every night."

“I honestly don’t even remember Rhett after the plane landing," Topper confesses, his eyes flicker up to the stary sky. "Plane lands, a week goes by no recollection of Rhett, see Rhett on the plane.”

“You’re kidding!” You gasp.

“Dead serious! I swear we left him at the airport,” Topper elaborates with a wide grin.

“He carried you home from the bar that third night!” You remind him.

His eyes grow wide, utterly surprised. “I thought that was you!”

“How could it have been me?!” You swiftly counter, laughing harder than you have in a while.

“That’s why I was so confused!” He reasons.

“You’re insane!” You struggle to say between fits of laughter.

You two share in your laughter, not having had a moment like this in a while. You guys have had so much going on that the last time you truly felt at peace together and free to let go was Bermuda. Had you known that coming home would've meant the end of your two's peace of mind, you're not sure if you would've left. You rest your cheek against his chest, settling in comfortably.

“I’ve missed this. I’ve missed us this way,” he confesses softly.

“I forgot how good it could be,” you admit with a content smile.

Topper glides his fingertips up and down your spine. “Well, I guess that proves it then.”

You lift your head, resting your chin on his chest to meet his gaze. “Proves what?”

“It’s JJ,” Topper sighs, giving you a knowing look.

Your brows scrunch together in confusion. Swiftly, you shuffle through your memories of minutes before, did you say JJ's name? You're almost certain you didn't. You did everything in your power not to. “What do you mean?”

“I can tell," he shrugs, bringing a hand up to brush your hair away from your face. "It felt great but also different than before. I knew when I had you. I don’t anymore.”

Your eyes fall to your hand resting on his chest, avoiding his gaze. He caresses your cheek lovingly, despite knowing the truth. “I’m sorry, Topper...” you mumble, full of guilt.

“It’s okay," he tries to reassure you. "You can love two people at the same time, just in their own way.”

"I just..." you sit up, frustrated and unable to fully put into words what you're struggling with. Topper sits up beside you, rubbing your back. "When I'm with JJ I'm this one person and when I'm with you I'm completely different! I'm not sure which one is the real me."

"You don't have to have all answers, just take it day by day," he advises reasonably. "Right now, let's just forget everything else and be here. Nothing can bother us here."

You exhale deeply and Topper guides you to lay back down. You two stare up at the sky in each other's arms, the faint sounds of the party below not invading either of your minds. The warm night's air breezes by, coating you in a shield of peace.

“Do you think ten years from now we’ll still be doing this?” Topper wonders.

“Kinda wanna be married by then,” you giggle.

“I know, I’d be your side hoe,” he clarifies.

You swat him on the arm. “Topper!”

“What!” He laughs.

“You can’t plan on cheating on your future wife!” You argue playfully.

“But it’s you, you don’t count!" He reasons. "It’s the Y/N Hall Pass. My wife is wife, obviously my life partner, but you’re... well you’re you," he adds gently, unsure how to describe it.

“Wow, that’s real flattering,” you joke.

“You know what I mean!" He rolls his eyes but struggles to hide his amusement. "You know that movie you made me watch last month uh... My Best Friend’s Wedding!” He remembers. You hum, of course, you do, you love that movie. Topper continues, “well, you’re my Julia Roberts.”

“You want me to try to break up your wedding?” You question, wondering where he's going with this.

“No, no! Well... if you really think she’s not the one but that’s beside the point," he shakes his head. "I’m talking about what Cameron Diaz said in that elevator scene.”

“He’s got you on a pedestal and me in his arms,” you quote, predicting his intention.

Topper tucks his finger under your chin, making you lift your head to meet his gaze. His eyes pour into yours with such intensity, you know he means whatever he's going to say with the utmost certainty. “No one can compete with you, Y/N. Whoever I end up marrying, if I end marrying anyone, they’ll have to be okay that.”

You lean forward, gently pressing a kiss to Topper's lips. You're not sure if it'll be your last one, but either way, it reminds you of a farewell or closing note. Topper deepens the kiss, bringing his hand to the back of your head, pulling you in. It carries more passion and longing than any other kiss you two have shared, and you've kissed a lot over the years.

After a couple of minutes under the stars, you and Topper agree that it's time to return to the party before anyone comes searching for you.

"Wasn't a bad last hoorah if you ask me," Topper concludes as he helps you tie up your top.

You spin on your heels to face him, bringing your arms to rest on his shoulders. "We really went out with a bang, pun intended."

"If he ever breaks your heart, I'm first in line," he winks, bringing his hands to your waist.

You lift your hand to his cheek, caressing his cheekbone with your thumb. "I want you to be happy, even if that's not with me."

He scoffs, holding back his emotions. "Why does it feel like we're breaking up?" He tries to laugh it off.

"In a way, we are..." You admit, causing Topper to look at you with surprise. He hadn't expected you to agree, though deep down, he hoped you would.

He slips his head to the side and presses a kiss to your palm before lowering your hand to rest within his. "I'm slowly coming to terms that it may not be you, though I always imagined it was. I sorta feel like I'm starting from scratch. Whenever I envisioned my future, it was with you. Now, the face is blank. I have no idea what's going to happen," he confesses with a breathless laugh, a hint of worry behind the sound.

"How exciting!" You encourage.

"Always the optimist," Topper chuckles, before draping an arm across your shoulders and guiding you toward the doors. "Us ending up together would've been too easy anyway. I hate being predictable," he frowns in disgust.

"Agreed, far too simple," you nod.

Topper pauses before the door leading out to the hallway. Once you two leave the safety of the third floor, this time you've had alone will be over. Things will never be the same once you close this chapter. Topper peers down at you, longing to tell you. “You know I’ll always be there for you, right?”

You nod slowly, certain of his words. “Me too, Topper.”

He leans down, planting a long kiss on your forehead and you can feel the struggle behind the action. Everything about this is bittersweet. “I love you."

“I love you too," you whisper.

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Magnolia Final Part

Pairing: Sirius Black x Reader

Word Count: 3.3k

Warnings: Mentions of blood and death

Summary: idk dude just read the other chapters first or this is gonna make no sense

A/n: I did this instead of studying for my finals, also it could probably use a neither round of editing but I was anxious to post it. And I really don't give a fuck if this is historically inacurate all research done for this was from Pirate of the Caribbean.

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You considered the stars your friends, their predictability and reserve made them easy to get along with. You had been taught to read their language from your early days of ships and oceans. As a child, you would speak to them, whispering secrets from your bedroom window. Your young nights had been filled with time spent stretching from the top of your magnolia tree to try and grasp their beauty. Even now as you stared up at the heavens you wished to cradle them like priceless jewels, their wonder never faded. But you supposed their mystery is what made them so appealing, everyone wanted something they could never quite reach.

The news of your captured prince had spread like fire in a dry wind, the letters you had sent to Aldir and their neighboring kingdoms throwing many into action. Sirius’s kingdom was large, powerful, and merciless. Some wanted the prince for leverage, many others wanted blood; revenge driving them to empty treasuries and sharpen swords. At first, you had been sitting pretty, letters of bids coming to you at every stop you made. Eventually, prices got too high and kingdoms decided it would be easier to take than to pay.

Ash burned in the back of your throat, you stared at your feet as the second ship that week crumbled into the ocean. Its flames were heavy on your back, reflecting in the greys of the sea. A particularly large crack of the fire made the breath catch in your throat. Your fear of the element had persisted for years filling your nightmares with smoke and screams.

As the distance between you and the defeated ship lengthened your heart began to calm. The air was thick with moisture, purple clouds bruising the dull sky. The ocean was frothy, waves lapping tirelessly at the sides of your ship.

Your mind felt dizzy, the taste of blood still thick in your mouth. Two more men had been lost in the fight which had taken place just minutes ago. One flung into the ocean and the other struck by a bullet. That was six bodies that you had been forced to dump into the sea the past month.

You had to get rid of Sirius before more corpses were to be fed to the sharks. This had never been so strikingly obvious before yet, you hesitated. Nails dug into your palms, the voices in your head fighting a clamoring war. Your feelings were illegible, their messy colors smeared together in an uninterpretable painting. So you threw them away, ignoring the throb in your chest and taking a breath. Sirius was to be sold to the highest bidder and that was that. You felt your past’s grip on your throat loosening. There was only one way to get rid of what used to be, you had to kill it.

Sirius had never been so bewildered before. His life had been a book that was written a thousand times over. The prince falls in love, the queen doesn’t approve, the love runs off, the prince finds the love, and then happily ever after. But life wasn’t as sweet nor simple as a children’s story and this may be the first time that he had ever truly realized that. All it took was the prince to be tied in the love’s basement ready to be sold to his death.

Sirius woke with a start as metal clattered inches from his face. His heart pounded loudly in his ears as his breath slowly returned to his lungs. He stared at the plate which had woken him, it was piled higher than normal with two rolls dropped next to it. He peered up at the giver of this gift.

He recognized the small blonde as the one he had threatened a few weeks before, the fear he had seen in her eyes that moment now replaced with pity, bitter and soft like rotten fruit.

“I wanna talk.” She said plainly, toeing the plate towards him like a bribe, he supposed that’s exactly what it was.

Sirius sat up ignoring the hammer of his head. His hair stuck to his cheek, slick with sweat. The woman whose name he never learned dropped to a squat beside him, a small knife held in her hand. His eyes widened as it glinted in the small gas lamp hanging above his head.

“Relax.” She sighed cutting the rope that tethered his hands behind his back.

Sirius felt his shoulders groan in protest as they fell forward, his wrists aching and rubbed red. Hot pin pricks filled his fingers as he clenched and unclenched his fists.

When he looked back up Adrie was now seated in front of him, her legs crossed. She glanced down at the food and then back up at him, “You can eat if you agree to answer some questions.” Her demands were simple.

He let silence settle for just a moment, “Fine.” After all, what did he have to lose? His dignity? His pride? They had been sleeping with the fishes for ages.

She pushed the plate towards him, watching him quietly as he began to eat, “You don’t look like much of a prince to me.” She hummed after a moment.

Sirius swallowed, licking his lips, “Does anyone after two weeks locked in the bottom of a ship full of scum?"

Adrie cracked a smile, “I suppose not.”

She stared at him still, she was lying a bit. Years held prisoner couldn’t erase the royalty he was raised with, it stuck to him like wet stuck to water. Nothing and everything proved him a prince, you could take his crown but you could never take his title.

“How do you know y/n?”

Sirius was startled by the suddenness of the question but not remotely surprised it was asked, “She hasn’t told you?”

“I wouldn’t be asking if she had,” Adire responded, her tone was blunt.

He bit into a roll thoughtfully taking his time to chew slowly, she was patient, her blank expression, not faltering.

“I thought you were friends.” He mumbled with a full mouth.

Her jaw tightened, “Y/n doesn’t speak of her past.”

“So you’ve come to me for information?” Sirius said mild mockery in his voice.

“Obviously.”

He eyed the woman curiously, she was not what he had expected of your right hand man. Sirius smiled loosely, “You sure you wanna disobey Captain’s orders?”

“Start talking or I take the food and hang you by your ankles.”

Sirius huffed glancing between her and his food, “Fine, you win.”

“Good. Tell me everything.” She demanded.

Sirius felt his throat tighten around the potatoes he had swallowed, his mind ached with hazy memories of summer days and speeding hearts, “There isn’t much to tell.”

“You’re a bad lair.” Adire hummed.

Sirius sighed, eyes falling to the bright white scars which laced his hands. He wasn’t sure where else to start but the beginning. He told of a loud baker girl who snuck over the walls into his garden and brought him pastries and friendship. He continued with vague details, of growing up together with swords and stars, reliving each moment he shared.

He felt his words stiffen as he spoke of falling in love with you. Part of him felt like he was talking of someone completely different. Someone who had burnt up with her parents in a small bakery a million miles away. What was left, muffling cries above him, was a shell of that girl her soul replaced with seaweed and smoke. He pushed the thought away, swallowing it with the lump in his throat as he continued to speak of a proposal he regretted and the consequences of disobeying his mother.

The broken fairytale cut his tongue filling his mouth with a bitter taste. He attempted to wash it down with the rum his listener had brought to him but its flavor was just as bad, it's only redemption was the warmth that filled his stomach.

Adrie looked at him blankly, "I don't blame her for wanting you dead."

Sirius wished she had stayed silent.

"But I pity you, you don't deserve death."

He didn't look up and instead finished his drink, "Your pity means nothing to me."

She sighed standing to her feet, "I never thought it did."

When her boots disappeared up the ladder he let his cup drop to the ground, it rolled knocking into his heel as tears dripped from his chin.

By the time you had dropped anchor just off of Haran, the moisture had dropped from the air. Dry winds and clear skies greeted your crew.

Rowboats were dropped in the water quickly, the sun was setting fast and a night of cheap ale and cheaper women were in the forefront of many a man's heads.

You were tired, the happiness of your crewmates falling short at your feet. Exhaustion had replaced all anger and sadness you had harbored for the past weeks making your eyes grow dull as the bags beneath them. The satchel burned under your arms had a note you had written agreeing to the Yerith King’s price. You had singed your finger on the wax used to seal the envelope, it still throbbed a bit with the unsteady beat of your heart. You tried not to think about much on your way to land instead filling your head with that faint burn and fog of the setting sun.

Adrie watched as you played with the diamond strung around your neck, a new piece she had only seen in recent days. She assumed you had taken it from one of the ships which had recently burnt into the sea. The bright stone was so different from the rest of your jewelry she was surprised you wore it all. Obnoxious gems had never been your type.

She was wrong on this thought, large jewels used to be what you would stare at as you passed shop windows, wishing you had the money to clutch one in your hand. They used to be a dream and a wish, now they were just things you stole and sold to the highest bidder.

Sirius had been briefly told of the plans for the evening. Two men whom he had become somewhat accustomed to during his stay had tied him up. The knots were tighter than usual as they were to be gone for the night. In his usual nature, Sirius complained about the ache of his wrists and the cramps in his legs. His grievances went unheard and his company disappeared from sight. The boat was quiet within the hour, nothing but the creak of old boards and calls of gulls far above his head breaking the silence.

He drifted in and out of sleep for a few hours, time passing in its usual way, slowly. Finally, a clear thought came to Sirius’s head, he had the whole boat to himself. That meant there was no one to stop him from escaping his certain and quickly approaching death.

Sirius tried to twist his hands out of the rope for what must have been an hour and only resulted in drawing blood from his wrists. Switching tactics he began to slowly shuffle and roll around the cabin he was in, searching for anything that could cut rope. As the sun’s light began to fade his task was growing difficult. Just before he gave in to his exhaustion Sirius found a bent nail sticking about a centimeter out of the ladder that led to the upper deck. The next two hours were spent rubbing his binds against the dull metal until they finally snapped.

After a month of being held prisoner, freedom left him stunned. He stumbled up the ladder until he reached the ship’s deck. The warm breeze which washed over him felt like a gift from the gods. A smile stretched his aching cheeks and for the first time in a while Sirius Black let out a genuine laugh.

He quickly found a small boat which he could lower to the water. He could be miles away before the sun rose and you found his binds cut. Judging by the port you had stopped at he was only a few days' row from neutral lands. There he could gather himself and write for help. He was saved.

Sirius’s glee was cut short as he realized that he was missing one vital thing; you. The only reason he was out here in the first place was for you. He had spent years following rumors across the sea, he had given up his place as king, he had spent hundreds of thousands on supplies. But the truth was even if he hadn’t done all that, even if he had stumbled across you within a week and spent no more than ten doubloons he still wouldn’t leave this ship alive unless you were by his side.

Sirius cursed, slamming his fist into the deck. His eyes darted around in what felt like panic. He was trapped between your love and his life and while he had chosen the former weeks ago he had no way of securing it.

In the dark, a glint of light was seen. A crate of liquor stowed next to the captain’s quarters revealed itself to the pale moon. The man's mind buzzed, he realized quickly that he would need to act fast, the hours of the dark he had left must be well used.

The deal had been easy, one glance at the large gem and you had a buyer offering hundreds. You walked away with 400 doubloons knowing it was worth much more. Not that you cared, you had been hours from chucking the necklace into the sea.

It was late at night now, the golden light of pubs and brothels spilling onto the gravel road you walked. Your legs still felt weak, they were accustomed to the sway of boats on sloshing waves not the strange sturdiness of the ground. You hadn’t been able to sleep well on land since you had stepped off it, you had always opted for a swinging hammock over a still cot.

You swung your bag of coins round in circles as you made your way to the beach. The water was smooth save the ripple of waves drawn by the full moon. Sand glistened silver under your boots, the light crash of water on rocks echoing around you.

You had never intended to spend the full night on land, your crew was well aware of this fact and none would be surprised to find you gone in the morning. You shoved one of your beached row boats back into the water, splashing about ankle deep before leaping into it.

When you reached your ship, you sensed something was wrong immediately. The small voice which you tended to ignore was screaming in the back of your head. As you climbed onto the deck the strong scent of liquor overwhelmed you. You heard a soft splash and glanced down to look at the puddle you had stepped into. Swiping two fingers through the fluid and plopping them into your mouth you hummed. There was no mistaking the sharp taste of gin. You looked around to find the leak and instead locked eyes with a figure who stood about 20 meters in front of you.

“Sirius?” You asked though you already knew it was him, you didn’t think you would ever forget his face, even if it was obscured by the shadows of the moon.

He gapped at you, unsure of what to say.

You took a step closer and caught a glance of the bottle he held in his hand. Its thin neck was stuffed with a piece of cloth, the soft glow of a gas lamp flickering behind him. The second you realized what he had planned your gun was pointed at his chest.

“Drop the bottle Black.” you hissed with a steady voice despite the fact that your gun was rattling in your hands. Your thoughts were now fogged with fear, plagued by smoke and flames.

Sirius had suddenly found his voice, “I know you’re not stupid enough to fire that. One spark and we’ll both go up in flames.”

Your breaths quickened, vision blurring as tears welled in your eyes. “Why are you doing this?” You croaked. “Why do you want to ruin everything I’ve built for myself?”

“I’m not leaving without you y/n.” He shouted, “I can’t live without you. Just come with me. Please. Just come with me and it will all be fine.”

You shook your head, “No.”

“Please, please! I need you y/n, I can’t go back without you!” He begged, snatching the lamp from behind him, “I won’t be able to live.”

It was in that moment that you understood he was just as desperate as you, just as lost and hopeless. You dropped your gun to your side, tears sliding slowly down your cheeks. Your throat tightened holding back a sob, “Okay.” You said with a broken voice.

Sirius cracked a small smile, “I knew it.” He sighed, “I knew you still loved me.” Setting down the lamp he opened his arms walking towards you. You met him halfway burying your face into his rough jacket.

“God I missed you y/n,” he whispered as you slipped a knife from under your sleeve.

“I’m so sorry Siri.” You mumbled in response before plunging the blade into his back.

You held him as he collapsed forward, choking back on his own blood. You had begun to sob, hand still clutching the hilt of the blade which was lodged into him. Eventually his weight became too much to bear and you both fell to the ground. Sirius rolled off next to you, his hand still clasped around your own. The two of you started up at the stars listening as his breaths slowed. Just before they stopped completely you felt a small squeeze of your hand and for just a moment you saw the soft pink of a petal floating towards you.

You weren't sure how long you lay there, staring up at the sky but it was long enough for you to finally realize that you were the villain of your story. It was an odd thing to recognize considering in all of the books you had carried as a child you took the place of the protagonist; the one who swung the sword to save the kingdom You had always been the one to end your life with a happily ever after.

Now you had realized that you had never been a hero. You had spent your life as a villain in the making, each step you had taken leading you closer and closer to your undeniable fate of evil. You had your chance to be the princess trapped in the tower, but you had ignored the prince and now took the shape of a witch. A witch who stole and killed and burned all that she hated. Some had to do it after all, we can’t all be heroes. There is no story without a villain, at least not one worth reading.

As much as the small baker girl who rested amongst the magnolia tree would have hated you, the woman you saw when you looked in the mirror was okay with who you had become. And if she was okay with it, then why did it matter what the past would have thought? You had been running from it for years and now you would never have to again. Because now your past ran from you.

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