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silentcrowsilentravens · 1 year

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Sorry if it's dumb, but could I ask for Sheva, Jill, Tundra, and January meeting the reader when the reader accidentally saves them?

Not dumb <3

Sheva Alomar, Jill Valentine, Emily Berkhoff, and January Van Sant meet the reader when the reader (accidentally) saves them.

(Gender ambiguous).

Warnings: violence, injury, blood.

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Sheva Alomar

They've everywhere.

You don't know what to do.

You don't know where to go. The entire population of your home city, Kijuju, seems to have been overtaken by something that's making everybody sick and... and bloodthirsty. Everywhere you turn, you find weapons being swung at you or guns pointed your way.

You aren't sure how you've managed to stay alive for this long, all you know is that you need to keep moving because if you don't, they'll catch up to you.

You force your way into a nearby building and start heading upstairs. Roofs seem to be working out for you...

Well, when scary flying creatures aren't occupying the air, anyway.

Click. Click. Click.

"Chris, I'm out of ammo!" Sheva shouts, continuing to steadily put distance between herself and the chainsaw-wielding majini intent on carving her open.

"Me too. These infected won't stop coming!"

"Damn."

Sheva needs to devise a new strategy. Chris is preoccupied with fending off the rest of the majini while she's trying to get this guy's key, but she can't risk getting close enough to take it off him while he's swinging that thing around. She'll lose fingers. Or a limb. Or worse.

Blowing open those barrels wasn't enough to take him out.

A nasty shock from that falling transformer wasn't enough to take him out.

He can't be indestructible, right? Sheva has never met a B.O.W. that she can't take down. And make stay down as well.

Is there something else around her she can use to knock this guy's lights out?

She takes a quick step backward to avoid another swing from the chainsaw, which manages to graze her necklace and sever the cord.

Think, think, think.

There's a loud cracking noise.

Suddenly, a portion of the overhang they're standing under caves in, burying the chainsaw-wielding majini beneath the rubble.

A figure falls alongside all of the material. Sheva instinctively grips the handle of her knife, thinking it's another enemy, but quickly lets go upon realizing it isn't.

"Are you alright?!" she asks, rushing to your side. Upon closer inspection, the question isn't necessary. Your left calf is clearly not straight. You tell her that it hurts.

"Okay, I've got you." Sheva grabs the key, which she can see hanging from a bit of thigh that's sticking out, and pulls one of your arms across her shoulders so that she can help you stand. "Chris, I have an injured civilian over here!" After a moment, she remembers to tag on, "I finally have the key, too."

"I'm heading over," Chris says.

You start crying, relieved to finally see another friendly face.

"Hey, you're going to be okay," Sheva tries to reassure you. "I'm going to make sure you get somewhere safe where you can be looked at."

"Thank you..." you trail off.

"Sheva. Sheva Alomar. What's your name?"

Jill Valentine

You are decidedly lost. This is your first mission with the FBC, and to say it isn't going well would be an understatement.

You and Rachel were heading to the back of the Queen Zenobia and shortly after acquiring the key to the freight lift, got attacked by some sort of slimy, faceless monster.

In your attempt to flee, you got separated from Rachel and made your way into an entirely unfamiliar area of the ship. She has the map.

You've since entirely depleted your ammunition on those nasty things, which have begun to pop up everywhere.

You're effectively screwed.

"Great, not another one..."

You stare at the shadow peeking from around a nearby corner, indicating that a B.O.W. is shambling its way closer. Maybe you can find a hiding place?

Jill just woke up. Her weapons are gone. Her partner is gone. She doesn't know where exactly she is, only that it's a room somewhere on the ship. She's locked in.

Parker is experiencing the same thing, it sounds like.

"Can you reach HQ?"Jill asks into her earpiece.

"No, comms are out, it seems," Parker replies. "We should regroup."

Jill finds herself a screwdriver and, after putting the head of an ooze hiding in the room through the TV, gets the door open.

The exact moment she steps out of the room, another ooze launches itself at her from the corridor to her right.

Jill easily ducks under its outstretched arms and steps out of its path.

It collides headfirst into the wall before straightening up and giving it a second go.

Jill slides over an ornate storage chest pushed up against the wall, leaving the ooze to run into it. From inside, she catches a muffled "gah!" that gives her pause.

Suddenly, the lid of the chest slams open, smacking the ooze's hanging head. It falls backward and Jill quickly takes the opportunity to stomp its soft skull in.

"Holy crap..." you mumble at the display, still peeking out of the chest.

"Who are you?" Jill questions.

You state your name and shakily hold up your FBC ID card. "I'm with the Federal Bioterrorism Commission. I was sent down here to investigate but I lost my partner."

"You and me both," she says. "Jill Valentine. Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance. Thanks for lending me a hand."

"Yeah, uh, no problem."

"Why don't you come with me? We can search for our partners together."

If this intimidating woman wants you by her side, you certainly aren't going to turn her down. You manage a smile. "Okay. Sure."

Emily Berkhoff

It's only by sheer luck that you've managed to make it this far. For what now feels like an eternity, you've been running around, fearing for your life, and shoving yourself into every dark place you can find in an attempt to avoid the monsters.

It's almost dawn. You thought they may have finally grown tired of decimating the village when things got quiet a few hours ago, but since those black roots began to erupt from the ground, they've started returning in packs.

You decide to change your hiding spot again and find yourself in someone's barn. As you start poking around, you realize you have company. It's quite possibly the largest pig you've ever seen, and it does not take kindly to your presence.

You flee out the side of the building with the animal hot on your heels.

Emily, moving in on Miranda with the rest of the Hound Wolf Squad on Captain Redfield's orders, is not too far away. She's mowing down B.O.W. after B.O.W.

You make a beeline for a tree and quickly scramble up the trunk. The pig gives up, but you don't. You keep climbing.

Emily pauses to reload her gun.

A voice speaks into her earpiece with urgency. "Tundra, watch your six!"

She's still in the process of loading a new clip when she whips around, coming face to face with a hairy B.O.W. lunging right at her.

There's a loud crack.

A rather large branch, with you still clinging onto it, comes crashing down, stopping the beast short. The landing isn't particularly pleasant, and you don't even realize what you've just done. You groan, then jolt when a bit of blood splatters onto you.

With the B.O.W. neutralized, Emily seizes you by your coat and starts dragging you over to cover. "Alpha, I have a survivor over here!"

You've never seen anything like the goggles Emily has on, and while you're still dazed, all those black lenses look like bug eyes. You begin to flail about, thinking that a new monster has found you.

"Hey, I need you to calm down."

You do not. You pry at her hands, but her grip is too strong for you to break. When she tries to check you over, you push against her tactical vest and attempt to keep her away.

"I'm just trying to help you, alright?" Finally, she flips up her goggles and pulls down her face covering. Slowly, you begin to process that you're looking at another human, not some creature. "That fall seemed pretty bad. Did you break anything?"

"...Uh... I-I don't think so."

"Okay. I'm going to need you to stay with me so I can get you out of here. There's a chopper that'll get you to safety."

"A what?"

"There's a vehicle that'll get you to safety," she says, helping you to your feet. "Come on. I'll protect you."

You believe her. "A-alright..."

January Van Sant

January lets out a sigh as the lights switch off yet again. Does the asshole who's putting them through this shit not know any other tactics? She's getting real tired of fumbling around in the dark.

She's just going to get the key she came in here for and get out. The sooner she gets this test over with, the sooner she can return to thinking about a way to escape this hellhole.

"Bingo." Key successfully snagged, January begins navigating her way back to the exit. She doesn't see the wires some fool left strewn across the floor because, y'know, it's pitch black. She catches herself before she can faceplant, but drops her gun and key in the process. "Aw, hell."

Suddenly, there's a series of loud bangs at the door. Seems the mastermind was kind enough to lock her inside. Whatever. Sounds like someone is already in the process of getting it open.

She crouches down and starts searching. It isn't too long before her fingers brush against the key. Now, where's her weapon? She kind of needs that.

A groan comes from somewhere nearby.

Correction: She really needs her weapon.

A zombie rounds the nearby corner, making a beeline for her.

Where is her fucking gun? It couldn't have landed that far away!

The door flies open, sandwiching the approaching zombie between it and the wall.

Light from the hallway spills into the space. January finally locates her pistol.

You land roughly on the floor, and the zombie follows suit a few seconds later.

When your gaze travels up, you find yourself staring down the barrel of a gun. "Whoa, don't shoot!"

A bullet whizzes past your shoulder and strikes the zombie crawling toward you in the forehead. It stills completely.

"Chill. You saved my skin, so I'm just returning the favor."

"Oh... I didn't even realize."

January snorts. "Yeah, I can tell." She tucks her pistol into the back of her pants and after a beat, holds out a hand to help you up. You take it. "This your first test or somethin'?"

"Second."

She looks you up and down. "Well, I usually prefer to work alone when I can, but if you want to stick with me... I guess I wouldn't mind showing you a few of the tips and tricks I've picked up to survive the waves of ass this place'll throw at you."

"Yeah... I'd like that."

"Cool. The more of us that stay alive, the better." When she leaves the room, you follow. "You can call me Jan, by the way. You got a name?"

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zorkaya-moved · 11 months

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also thinking about how in the new genshin verse, making zarina step away from her dark plans is... a bit easier. solely because she still has people to lose and she still has those she needs to protect. if you give you a good argument that comes purely from your selfish wish for her to stay alive and be by your side instead of going somewhere you cannot reach her, then she may be swayed. if you are important to her, she will be shaked. but if not? well. she'll walk away. if you give her alternatives as well, she might reconsider it even faster.

the thing is that zarina will NOT be actively putting people against sumeru unlike how she did in her first genshin verse. when zarina "disappears" from sumeru post story quest ii, then she simply disappears. only nahida, kaveh, alhaitham, traveler, scaramouche (maybe), cyno and tighnari know wtf actually happened alongside the surviving sages + several guards (spoiler: zarina basically got herself killed in the courtroom in front of everyone but then her corpse disappeared and she's actually alive because of the serpent's resurrection ability).

but the rest of sumeru doesn't know of her betrayal or that she's dead because it's too much on the sumeru people to be tested again in their faith in the authority. first, the sages betrayed them. they thought their archon betrayed them. and if someone who they all loved and trusted so much and who's been in high regards for more than a DECADE also betrayed them? there would be no trust left in people's hearts and it just might destroy sumeru from the inside. so her 'death'/'disappearance' was not made public and neither was her betrayal, so people continue to see her as a good figure to trust for the future. they only know that zarina's house got burned down and they are worried about how she'll react upon her comeback.

so when someone DOES meet zarina, they're more concerned about telling her that her house with her research burned down than anything else. and zarina doesn't care about putting bad words and thoughts into people's hearts about the archon and the current heads of the office. no, she hides in the plain sight and gives a fright to those who'd seen her get killed during the trial.

#❄ ― RAMBLINGS & SCREAMS. ╱ discussions of life and the beautiful under the sun.#giving out spoilers left and right but idk when i'll ever be able to finish story quests

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leviiattacks · 3 years

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May I request a Levi x Reader angst fic? Just barely any fluff, mostly angst going on lol. The reader is a traitor, formaly working for Marley, but betraying them in secret and putting their loyalty on Paradis. The reader is also a shifter and married to Levi for a couple of years. That love and care however is gone once readers identity is found. He truly despises them, insults them, maybe a bit violent with them, and outright tells them that they mean nothing to him anymore and hate them to bits. Readers punishment is to hand over her titan to Erwin, and they agree instantly, broken over everything, believing its all their fault. Once Erwin inherits Readers titan, he breaks down and screams, crying, because Reader was innocent the whole time. They never betrayed Paradis. Never killed anyone, never harmed anyone. They finaly know why they betrayed Marley, the abuse being to much for them, enough to just leave them behind for Paradis. Just... loving and caring as they all saw them. But now the damage is done. They wont come back, they're dead, believing that they died, hated and despised, with no one to mourn their death. Everyone regrets everything.

author note :: i was thinking of leaving this in my drafts but i already wrote it and may as well post it. it didn’t end up going the way i hoped but yeah i hope it’s ok anon. anyways ANGST. ANGST, ANGST. as always i love feed back :-) ⟹ all of the headings with the years are just meant to mean it’s a different moment from that year so those moments don’t happen right after each other i hope that makes sense!! word count :: 7.2k warnings :: canon typical violence, death

845, i.

Everything is falling in place when it shouldn't.

Sun never makes itself known in Liberio yet here it is shining down onto the bustling streets. You half expect for it to crash down and burn into the hundreds of civilians going about their daily business yet nothing of the sort happens. It's typical sunlight and you curse yourself silently for your sinister thoughts.

Secretly the voice at the back of your mind still whispers frantically but you don't wish to hear what it has to say. Instead you choose to drown it out with the sound of Zeke's voice. Finally deciding to pay attention to what it is he's been droning on about for the past ten minutes.

"Soon, soon, soon." He sighs dreamily looking a little delirious.

"Soon?"

Your question catches him off guard, he lightly shoves you with his elbow scoffing in annoyance.

"Did you sit here to not even listen to me?" He turns to take a sip of whisky and the hearty gulp he chugs shows his mild irritation. You assume he's been rambling on about Marley's plan to infiltrate Paradis. You have to admit that the idea of destroying those demons from the inside is amazingly well thought out. However it's all he's been able to discuss for the entire week now and frankly you're getting a little exhausted of it.

"I zoned out..." Quietly placing your glass back down onto the wooden counter you sigh closing your eyes. It's too early to be drinking and you don't trust Zeke enough to slip into ignorance and leave yourself vulnerable. Men are to not be trusted, especially Eldian men. The thought of Eldians triggers your flight of fight response, you want to shrivel up into a cocoon and never come out until the world is rid of the monsters. The lowest of the low, the dirt in between the crevices of Marleyan soldier's boots. That is what Eldian's are.

It's ironic coming from you, your entire family labelled as undesirable Eldians yourself but you, you know you're different. An honorary Marleyan is what you will become. What you are. The treacherous imps who are but an ocean away are the true evil.

Eyes flicking to Zeke he's lighting a cigar. Old habits die hard and he's yet to quit this self destructive custom of his. You couldn't care less if he chooses to cut his lifespan short by ten years, it's his own choice to make. A disgusting cowardly choice but it's a choice fit for an untamed man like him.

The Island Devils are said to be the bad apples but you can't help but stare at your fellow citizens from time to time and wonder what it is they could be hiding. If a demon slipped through the cracks you wouldn't be surprised. Sly in nature, persuasive in tone, that is how devils go about their daily lives alone The hymns they drilled into you all the way through elementary school echo and rebound in your mind.

Locking your bitter thoughts away you have to push yourself to not punt Zeke in the mouth when he teasingly blows a puff of hot smoke into your face.

Fingertips grazing with his he freezes at the sudden contact giving you the perfect opportunity to slip his cigar away and take it in between your lips. You allow for it to linger there but you aren't foolish enough to inhale its contents.

"Zeke, my dear friend. We shall soon be met with the fruits of our own labour but I assure you that discussing Marley's plan constantly will be of no benefit for you nor I."

The day you and Zeke had met had been at warrior training camp. Zeke was a miserable, unmotivated oaf. Always tripping and falling behind the rest of the warrior cadets. You felt rather bad for him, if you were born as unskilled as him you don't know what you would have made of yourself. Zeke, the only child of his parents ironically only ever ended up rising through the ranks after handing them over to the Marleyan government. His father and mother had been conspiring an escape plan but were executed immediately alongside their fellow team members once Zeke had outted them. Unexpectedly he was spared, the fact he turned on his own parents showed where his loyalties were. To his surprise, he was even allowed to continue his training with the other warriors - only this time everyone kept an increased distance away from him. The warriors weren't informed of what he had actually done but everyone had a gut feeling. Everyone apart from you stuck with that feeling. You thought strategically, If he were to become an enemy in the future you knew being close would come at your advantage.

The day you and Zeke had met your mother died, his mother passed away the same day. At least that's what he had told you.

The two of you bonded over the little things, told each other stories about your life at home. Reminisced about what it was you missed.

Then it all came crashing down the day Zeke confessed. The day he told you he killed his mother and father by handing them over to Marley. Your knees buckled underneath you, crashing the floor he tried to grab at you but you thrashed around in retaliation kicking and screaming not understanding why he did what he did. Yes, they were traitors but they were his parents and if the monster had the nerve to turn on the people who gave birth to him who's to say he wouldn't do the same to you or to Marley.

Zeke doesn't know it but ever since then you take the opportunity to sneak the occasional glance at him. Every single time you narrow your eyes in malice. If there's a man in Liberio who you don't trust in the slightest it's him, he must think the feud between the two of you from childhood has been put at rest but it hasn't.

Zeke takes another swig of his alcohol. On this occasion he downs it entirely slamming the glass down with vigour.

"ONE MORE GLASS BARTENDER!"

846, i.

Another day of extensive training is about to end, your back is layered in uncomfortable layers of sweat and the same can be said for your forehead. Kneeling down in the under layer of the forest you're hidden waiting to strike. Going up against the elites is nerve-wracking but you're sure you can pull it off so long as you stay calm during this game of hunters against prey.

It's simple enough if you can conceal yourself and stay out of sight. The robust trees that surround you act as decent enough camouflage and your green cape paired with them lets you veil yourself, keeping you further into the foreground, blending into the environment.

No one will be able to catch you if they can't see you.

All of a sudden your previous thoughts are thrown away when you sense something in the atmosphere has changed, the hissing of the wind behind you isn't natural.

Turning to your side you don't bother to cover up the sound of leaves rustling and branches cracking, your priority is slipping away fast enough to hide again, a tug can be felt at your cloak and your reaction time barely covers for you, your gear fastens itself to a low enough tree branch and the descent is mind numbing. Your breakfast churns in your stomach but you ignore the uneasy feeling, leaping and diving wherever you find a small enough gap. You believe you can outrun your huntsman.

That is until you sneak a glance back and your muscles nearly tense up in pure astonishment, you've been kicked in the teeth just by the man's presence. Captain, Levi slinks behind you weaving through the gaps with increasing speed, he's gaining momentum and all the while his face stays relaxed, this isn't even his full effort.

Terrified you dart upwards and then left, a corner comes into view - Levi should assume you've turned into it and so you rashly choose to dart back down. Much to your hard luck you find that his senses are well adapted, the direction of the wind is enough for him to trace your whereabouts.

The pursuit resumes, and he stays disturbingly relentless.

Arm shooting to the right you think perhaps making it look like you're aiming to fly somewhere else again will completely catch him off guard, he can't expect for you to pull the same trick twice.

Setting your plan into motion your finger pulls at the trigger but you startle when the cable doesn't come out, it's jammed. Panic seeps into you and to make matters worse your gas is running out.

Without warning you're thrust into the body of a nearby tree, the bark scrapes against you and scratches begin to form anywhere you've made contact with the jagged surface, you want to admit defeat but the warrior inside of you denies Levi the pleasure of seeing you beg. In its place you deliver a harsh kick to his thigh, you're aware he's injured it and you're certain there are no rules to say you can't play dirty. Your boots hammer against leg hard enough for him to give out and let go of your body, but then you realize you lost this game from the very moment your grapple hooks broke, you have nowhere to hold onto.

Before you can even let out a shriek of horror Levi's shot back to you, he frantically accelerates and by a miracle humanity's strongest is able to grab a hold of you again. This time you don't dig your heels into his leg and you allow for him to clutch you by the torso.

Within a minute the two of you descend towards the forest floor and Levi throws you into the dirt furiously.

"You could have died. Being foolhardy will only lead to an early death." He barks as he directs his blade towards your neck.

"Am I dead yet?" Whispering back your gaze isn't trained on the blade but right up at him.

His nostrils flare up, his hair sticks to his forehead haphazardly and the knuckles that hold his pointed blades are white in tangled dissatisfaction.

Grabbing you by the hips he flings you over his shoulder choosing to not continue with the confrontation.

"I know what you're up to." His voice is still rugged from the pursuit and it takes you a split second to register what he's said.

Your eyes widen and your breath hitches in your throat, no way, there's no way in hell he knows. He's sharp but he's not a mind reader.

Your position means he can't read your face seeing as you're facing his back, instantly steeling your features you let out a breathy laugh.

"And what may that be?" Silently you pray he's worded himself ambiguously to catch a slip up.

"Being gutsy, you think that makes you a good soldier. It doesn't."

Relief floods you. He doesn't know.

"Soldiers need to be brave." Your retort makes him grumble.

"If you die with no meaning by being reckless what's the purpose of being a soldier?" His question has you stopping and thinking on what the correct answer is.

Unable to think of an answer you ask another question.

"Are you saying your previous comrades died without meaning?"

"No. Their deaths fueled me slay more titans."

"So if I died back there who wou-" He swiftly cuts you off showing no inclination of wanting to hear what it is you have to say.

"I'll cut your tongue off if it's stupid." He clearly isn't serious about the threat but he does mean it when he warns you to not overstep.

Despite the consequences you say what's on your mind. "I just wanted to ask who would give my life meaning if I ever died. I don't have siblings and my parents died long ago."

Silence follows and the crunch of his boots against the muddy leaves tells you he probably doesn't wish to answer your question.

"Sorry-"

"I would. I would give meaning to your life." He says it with such ease you almost want to admire the enemy but you know he's said it because he feels he has to.

"You barely know me but I hope one day you can stop thinking everyone has to rely on you." You say it with taunting understanding.

Another bout of silence follows. Only this time the two of you feel warmly comforted, he doesn't understand how you've seen through his facade but it's easy for you to spot another liar.

846, ii.

Brows drawn back you observe your surroundings attempting to mask your scrutiny. The place is running amok with uncontrollable Eldian folk. The stench of unadulterated sin makes itself known but you seem to be the only person able to smell it. Eren bumps against the table you're sat at and your face twitches a little but you say nothing. You're yet to get used to these people's lack of manners.

At least that's how you force yourself to think. To be truthful, you don't quite understand what it is these people have done wrong. Ever since you've arrived you've been nitpicking at every single minor inconvenience or possible issue. A girl stole a potato and broke it into uneven pieces to share and you attempted to twist the story in your head to make her look like an unfair, greedy voracious demon but... you found yourself finding very little to actually be angry at. These people are essentially normal in every way of the word, they aren't demons and you can't help but feel yourself slip away from everything you once knew as reality. You're finding it difficult to believe what years of Marleyan education taught you, the hymns that were once drilled into your brain permanently are but a vague memory.

You feel disgustingly under-dressed and out of place, you don't belong here not when you're meant to hate these people, not when you're meant to despise them. You should be fighting the urge to shove their heads onto pitchforks or to skin them alive and feed them to pigs. Everyone back in Marley told you to control your impulses but now you're here and you've settled down even having the opportunity to converse with these individuals, share their pain, share their loss, share their suffering, you wonder why you have no impulses to control. Have they brainwashed you? Or is it that you're the real demon in this situation?

Fingers mingling with each other on your lap you sit hopelessly alone. Interacting with the so called enemy is much harder than you expect. Worry consistently bubbles in the pit of your stomach and every night is spent tossing and turning evaluating then reevaluating who the bad guy really is. At first the task of daily interaction isn't a big deal, you find it easy enough to approach members of the team and fake interest in their lives until the original plan falls through. You do become invested in your team members lives and stories that it comes to the point where you don't have to force yourself to smile at their jokes or to sympathize with their tales of grief. You become one of them and you swear you're meant to feel like a traitor but eerily you feel like you belong.

Nevertheless you try your best to stick with what you know. You're nothing like Zeke, you're loyal, capable, faithful and trustworthy. Never will you turn your back on Marley.

Rising to excuse yourself from dinner you think you've just about made it and escaped finally able to hide away in the confines of your bedroom but your lips form into a straight uncomfortable line at the feeling of someone's hand latching at your wrist. You're halfway down the hallway just a few more steps away from your bedroom. You hope it's one of the rookies.

"Oi, come here."

Head shooting backwards your eyes land on Levi, his dark curtains fall in front of his eyes - you note that he hasn't trimmed them as he usually does. Despite his size his grip is firm and your wrist squirms around a little trying to manoeuvre out of his bruising grasp. He seems to notice he's underestimated his strength once again and loosens his hold on you. Narrowed eyes analyse your anxious form, they're grey and in this lighting almost glow appearing silver. For a brief second your mouth is left ajar by the delicate but rough manner of his face.

"Everything Okay?" He doesn't typically seem to care very much about anyone, the question activates your senses and you're on full alert but the eye contact you make with him seconds later slows down the gears in your mind, they only whir and hum in anticipation completely coming to a halt.

"Yes, yes everything is okay." You're playing around with the hem of your shirt and you silently question when you were ever this nervous around anyone. You're a Marleyan soldier for heaven's sake not an unrestrained, unsupervised child left to play in a park.

Despite your clear inability to cushion and shield yourself from your Levi's stabbing gaze you attempt to appear as nonchalant as possible.

"I'll be going I just feel a little —" At first you had thought to fake you were ill but at the feeling of a sudden strike of pain you hold onto your stomach, the ache burns into your abdomen and without permission it travels higher up towards your ribs. "A little unwell." You manage to wheeze out. Hand placed onto a nearby cement wall your thought process is hasty speeding up by the second. Have they figured you out and had you poisoned? No, you barely ate anything today.

You hunch over feeling the bile crawl up your throat, on reflex you clamp your eyes shut not wishing to anger a superior by acting insolent and disposing of your dinner in the hallway. Shaky palms reach hesitantly for your lips and you force yourself to keep it in. Levi would commit a murder if you heaved and gagged letting it all out in front of him.

You motion towards the door trying to emphasize that you can handle yourself in the privacy of your room. Tears bite at the sides of your eyes and your vision is so blurred you can only make out the faint outline of the man who was just in front of you.

"Relax. I'll clean it." Your hair is brushed away from your face securely held back and you can't hold it in any longer, the acrid storm surges through your throat, you retch at the harsh sting it leaves behind. Breathing heavy, perturbed and anxious you gasp in all the air you can get.

"I knew you looked ill." His hands hold your jaw gently, the pads of his fingers are calloused but his touch remains soft. A tissue dabs at your mouth wiping away the excess untouched sick.

Just like the sick which surged through you less than a minute ago you feel something else entirely tear into you. You can't put a finger on it but it's dangerous for you to not feel contempt.

847, i.

Your heart accepts what your mind has been ignoring for months on end when Levi looks you square in the eyes after a heart wrenching expedition. The vacant look on his face is enough for the guilt to consume you whole but he doesn't know that. He doesn't know of your sins.

The wagon of corpses reeks of death and desperation. It's rotten and the smell is sickening. Forcibly you stop yourself from feeling any more grief. The despair isn't yours to go through.

Your first ever personal loss outside of the walls and you've learnt Paradis is not home to demons. Cheeks burning in mortification you can't formulate any thoughts on your own accord, instead they continuously emerge in bursts and finally a single thought sticks out from the rest - Are you aiding in the destruction of innocent human life?

The both of you are sat on guard duty with the corpses, half of the team has been wiped out in one sweep. Your trembling hands don't seem to want to steady any time soon and you sit there with your guilty conscience strangling you slowly, your airflow is getting shallower. Shorter, quicker breaths leave you. The imaginary gash in your chest is bottomless, and your lungs push and pull in a power struggle.

Levi's coarse hands abruptly hold onto yours and the floodgates open again, he doesn't know what you've done to him, done to his soldiers, done to his people. If he knew who you really were, would things be different?

"This was out of your control."

Do you tell him?

The question sits in your mind for a while until you shake your head. He takes it the wrong way and think you're responding to him.

"This was not your fault." For the first time in months you've heard his voice crack under pressure.

"Pe- Petra she- I could have taken one for the team and died instead of her." All that remains of your dear friend is her blood soaked cloak. Her body was one of the few that had to be hauled away earlier to decrease the carriage's load.

The fabric still smells of Petra, smells of honey and chamomile and the simple soap offered at the base, but it still smells of her.

Firm hands grab your shoulders and Levi's fingers dig sorely into your flesh.

"Don't."

"But I- I didn't contribute as much as her and she has family who are alive." Hiccuping you try to bare with the fact that you'll wake up tomorrow and not see her preparing breakfast for everyone else. You know you could have propelled her out of the way just in time if you hadn't been so taken aback by the entire situation.

"You were her comrade. She made the choice to die for you."

You want to reach out, sob into his chest and yell that you regret it all, scream and tell him about the secret you've been hiding. A sorry excuse of a comrade you are to let her die on the battlefield not knowing your true identity. The tears roll down your cheeks and Levi feels his heart constrict and squeeze as he comprehends the lack of regard you have for your life. "It should have been me." Is repeated over and over again, your eyes are raw and bloodshot, the vicious wind sinks its teeth into you.

"Then die."

"If you're willing for her life to have no meaning. Die." The words he spits out are as cutting as the bitter wind. He feels cheated and you're finally able to come to your senses.

He's faired much worse but you doubt he's ever acted out the way you have in front of another person. In this never-ending void of darkness locking away the dull ache caused by deafening loss is the best choice for everyone.

Much like the night you had been sick he takes a grip of your jaw and directs your face towards his, this time he's not as gentle as before but you conclude that it's because he's drained, completely exhausted from the battle. The eyes are the windows to the soul but Levi's window panes are shattered, completely crushed by the weight of the constant burden he has to carry.

"I'm sorry." You croak out the apology. He grits his teeth because he doesn't want you to apologize but he doesn't voice out his opinion. As a substitute he presses his arms against you, the terribly raw panic is murdering you. Levi's gruff voice is a mixture of faux irritation but mutual understanding.

"Cry." He allows for your head to loll against his shoulder.

As the dark envelopes both you and him the scent of the dead only becomes more and more pungent, recalling fond memories of Petra and the others you know your heart settles on a decision before your mind does. You're a two timing back stabbing traitor for this. What you hated Zeke for you have become yourself.

Disloyal, unfaithful and fickle.

That day you place your loyalties with Paradis.

847, ii.

Levi's wiping down one of the kitchen tables, you're kneeled on the floor scrubbing vigorously. The others have already given up, panting they've left using the excuse of fetching water from a nearby well. Your back aches but you find cleaning reassuring and somewhat of a decent distraction.

"Why do you like to clean?" You're used to Levi asking you abrupt questions by now, after all the two of you have been acquainted for well over a year now. Through that year he's learnt about you and you about him. When in the midst of what looks to be humanity's final year's, twelve simple months is enough to form a bond worth a decade.

"I'm not good at a lot but I am good at cleaning."

"You know that's not true idiot." The tone of his voice indicates that your answer doesn't please him.

"But I do think I'm good at cleaning? Maybe not as good as you but I am half decent."

"Not that. You're good at much more than half the people I've ever met." He sneers, his footsteps edge towards you. "Purely being a good person is a talent these days."

You suppress a flinch because you aren't a good person at all. Neither are you that middle ground between good and bad. Rough around the edges and uneven, you're shards of glass ready to slash and hack away at him if Marley somehow lures you back.

The confession, if you could even call it that catches you by surprise and anger fills you. You almost want for him to not trust you and call out your bluff. It's a little unnatural how badly you want for him to realize the truth.

Your head turns up to stare at the man who's a few steps away from you. "Or am I just good at acting genuine?"

You don't even mean to snap at him and you don't even realize you have until you see his eyes widen and mouth part in imperceptible surprise. Biting your tongue your attention is diverted back to the wooden floor. Driving your washcloth into the crevices and dips of the floorboards you ignore Levi's leather shoes which now stand right in front of you.

"Are you questioning my judgement of character?"

Be born in Marley, That's what you had done, trained to destroy people you thought to be devilish entities, foolishly chose to grow attached to the so called enemy. Your mind lingers onto a specific thought and you're deathly afraid to be thinking it in the first place but there's no more avoiding it.

Falling deeply in love with Levi is your worst mistake to date.

"What I did. It was out of my control." you reply, voice hard.

"Not disclosing what it was?" He asks.

Your silence is his answer. Kneeling down to where you are he disarms you, the washcloth is taken out of your hands and he places it onto a table.

"You are a good person." His voice is brusque and he states it like it's a fact, something you should know. Hot tears threaten to spill over, he's stupidly naive for not rethinking that opinion of his. Lips thinned and eyes watering you don't know how to feel.

"Levi. I'm sure you'd like to think that but I am not."

"You love the members of the corps unconditionally I can see it in the way you look at them."

"Sometimes you look a little sad when you stare." The last sentence he adds in has your pulse racing. He's right, you often feel miserable thinking about how everyone would react knowing who you really are.

"I'm not interested in bad people." He sounds distant saying such warm words and it takes a moment for them to actually sink in. You don't quite believe you've heard him correctly. The dread sinks to the bottom of your stomach and the feelings you've buried at the back of your mind hit you like a tsunami. The thought of him feeling the same way for you, is agonizing.

"Stop being ridiculous." The uncertainty is killing the both of you.

"Loving you is not ridiculous, if you don't feel the same way you can say that and I'll step away. We'll be back to normal."

"No, no, no. You don't get it. You're just saying that." Your voice quivers and the intensity of this new revelation is too large for you to cope with.

"Why would, you," He begins, voice just above a whisper, "ever think that way?"

"Why would you even look twice at me?" You reply.

"Because I worry for you."

"You worry for everyone."

"I worry for you the most."

Instead of letting you respond to him this time he carries on speaking.

"We both know we feel the same."

You already knew you were in love with Levi, you didn’t need for him to tell you. You knew you were in love when you tried to memorize his facial features, you knew you were in love when his laughter was the cause of your laughter, you knew you were in love when you threw yourself in front of that abnormal for him.

That's when you begin to understand what all his signals meant. You now knew why he'd let you stare so intently, you now knew why he laughed particularly hard when it was you who had made a joke, you now knew why he scolded you and nearly broke down at the sight of your injured arm after that specific expedition.

You know it. He knows it. You both know what this will lead to.

But you still lunge onto his lap, you still press your wobbly lips against his. You still choose to surrender yourself to him and he still reacts by taking a hold of your shaky hands which lay on his chest. He envelopes them in his warm grasp. Slowly but gradually the ice thaws and dissolves. Heartbreak, anguish and suffering when one of you loses the other will be the end of your romance, you're sure of it. Hell, the both of you are in the middle of a war but your heart flames up thinking of all of the possibilities.

Perhaps it'll play out the one way you wish for it not to.

Could your ending be in betrayal?

848, i.

"Do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded hus-"

"Cut the crap and kiss me." Levi's crude interruption isn't appreciated by Erwin but everyone knows Levi doesn't care all that much for formalities and hates being in the spotlight for too long.

Gripping him by the collar of his suit your lips are a centimetre away, he stops you tightening the hold he has on your waist. His lips gently press against your collarbone and his breath meanders towards the shell of your ear.

"Swear you won't die on me."

Gulping you look away apprehensively. You know you can't promise that.

“Oi, I’m expecting an answer.” His voice flickers slightly.

Forefinger holding your chin up you see your soon to be husband close to tears, he valiantly blinks them away. Levi has never been one to make his pain public and your heart twists in your chest as you realize just how much of a hold his feelings for you have over him.

"I can't promise that, you know it'll only hurt more." The strange bitter taste in your mouth won't let you comply with his request and by measuring his reaction you see his eyes cloud in an unidentifiable emotion, you're sure it's nothing positive.

"We may not have a happy ending Levi but we'll always have a happy middle."

Levi scoffs in derision, he has to think your attempt at being meaningful is ridiculous.

You lean into him and it's all so heart-wrenchingly familiar yet foreign. His body sags comprehending that not everything will go the way he wants it to. One of you is guaranteed to leave first.

Hands finding purchase in the cloth of his white dress shirt Levi doesn't cringe at you creasing the fabric as he usually does. He allows for you to call the shots this time, your lips brush faintly against his before you nosedive into him. No resistance is felt and he replies almost immediately. Everyone applauds as his fingertips press into the back of your skull and you find that this is all incredibly hideous. The innate disloyalty you feel, you throwing your entire life away for this man but you find yourself not caring. To hell with that miserable life crammed with sin.

Levi smiles against your mouth, you assume you're meant to magically smile back but you can't make yourself. It's uncomfortable relishing in the undeserved happiness knowing it won't last forever.

The world you live in isn't ideal nor is it forgiving.

Momentary joy is all an antagonist can hope for.

849, i.

Jean can’t take his eyes off the newly weds.

You’re cooing into your Levi’s ear gently, his cheeks flush scarlet at the feeling of your hot breath against his skin and he scolds you for having the gall to rile him up in public.

Jean sniggers finding some sort of odd delight from the interaction - he’s never seen the Captain this content and at ease.

849, ii.

You don't know why you've dragged yourself out of bed just to stare at your husband's face but you have, despite the toll life has had on him he seems sound for once. His breathing peaceful yours is anything but that. When it's dark the weight becomes heavier, your skin tingles and your throat burns aching for release.

Eyes blurring your hands shake reaching out for him but you can't find the courage to make contact. Nothing will ever warrant plaguing him even more with your existence.

The memories become increasingly bitter.

"If we make it out of this alive we'll have children and they'll look just like you."

"I want them to look like you." had been your reply.

Levi winced not seeming to like the idea.

"No, I want them to look like you. You're beautiful."

How wrong he was for thinking that.

You, beautiful? He'd stab himself ten times over if he knew just who exactly he had said those words to.

850, i.

Zeke had betrayed you after finding out who you were to Levi but you half expected that he would tell him the truth at some point regardless of that fact.

Tear stains travel through the mud and grime on your face, Levi's eyes are indifferent as he twists his wedding ring off his finger flinging it into the surrounding rubble.

Without your permission he yanks your arm forwards intending to take your matching ring away but you hold on digging your heels into the dirt beneath you.

"You disgusting bitch. Give me it."

You scream, high and awful, he continues jerking at your arm the muscle throbs crying out for him to stop but he doesn't and no one steps in to put a halt to any of it. Levi having had enough grabs at your neck ruthlessly. In any other circumstance he'd be labelled callous or cruel but everyone on the battle field shares a similar empathy for their Captain. Neither they or Levi had expected your disloyalty.

"I said give me the ring if you know what's good for you." His fingers slide around your neck, his seemingly low words cling onto the little respect he has left for you.

"No." Your defiance has his eyes hardening in and posture tensing. "I'm not handing it over."

Levi says nothing, he only holds onto your throat tighter, if he really keeps at it your windpipe will be crushed in no time. You know he's holding out on purpose, he's still giving you a chance. He expects for you to stand your ground, say you never deceived Paradis, say something, anything to make him let go of you.

"Marrying you... It just happened somehow. I know it was selfish of me." He squeezes harder. "I know it was. I'm sorry Levi." Gasping and breathless you clench and unclench your fists finding it too difficult to explain.

Your mouth opens, you want to tell him you haven't seduced him like he thinks you have, tell him you dropped that plan of yours long ago but then you falter at the last second. It's typically hard to tell when Erwin's infuriated but it's painfully obvious when you make eye contact with him over Levi's trembling shoulders. It's enough to tell you to give up. Enough to tell you that you're beyond redemption, you've ran and hid long enough.

"Hand over your titan." Levi says nothing to Erwin's proposition, the hold he has on your neck loosens but his silence is sickening. It means he agrees.

This is fate's idea of a cruel joke.

But you agree, on the basis of one condition.

"Fine but-"

Levi cuts in, all regard for you devoid from his system.

"You're in no place to be making demands." He snarls, his patience quickly running thin.

However Erwin urges you to continue speaking taking you aback.

"If it's not too much maybe we can accommodate your final wish." Erwin had always been thoughtful in nature and you thank him for even bothering to show you a sliver of benevolence.

Everyone's looking, all eyes are on you. Some are blinking away tears, others are disgusted unable to stare at you for more than a few seconds at a time. Levi falls into the latter.

Brazen with not an ounce of shame you mention the ring again. "Let me keep it." Your left hand covers your right and underneath the flesh is the last symbol left of your union with Levi.

Whispers and murmurs orbit you, none of them are kind and Levi loses it.

His reflexes are paralyzing, he's back at it clawing your neck mercilessly but you don't scream or shriek as you did previously. You take it, you let him unload his frustration.

"Levi. Let it go for the sake of humanity." Erwin says pointedly. Irritation pricks him, he wants this over and done with and your rebelliousness doesn't look as if it'll be tamed any time soon unless you're given what you want.

Levi's face is crimson, the fresh blood from the expedition still steaming. "Y/N, I'll saw your arm off if I have to." But, you know he's already given into Erwin's orders when he throws you to the ground letting you crash and wheeze for breath.

850, ii.

Levi's been appointed to guard you for your final night alive. The room feels wistful as you think back wondering if the life you lived was respectable.

"Why did you stare at me when I slept? Did you think of killing me?" Half commanding and half pleading his voice cracks. He coughs attempting to cover it up.

You jolt not expecting the interaction at all and you're not the slightest bit surprised that he had seen you all those nights staring so deeply. He'd always been a light sleeper. You turn your head up hoping he's looking at you.

He isn't.

"I wanted our children to look like you. I think you're beautiful."

It's now his turn to recoil, only he does so in repulsion remembering the familiarity of those words. They had left his own lips not too long ago.

"I'd never have children with the likes of you." He sounds tense then.

You understand. No one would want to have children with someone as hated and as despicable as you.

"I know." You whisper faintly.

850, iii.

When Erwin's eyes glaze over unable to focus on anything in particular Levi assumes it's him growing used to the titan powers. What he doesn't expect is for his Commander to bang his head against the floor unrelenting screaming your name.

Pairs of hands move to stop him but he thrusts them aside wailing. Levi stresses trying to figure out what it is you could have done in the wake of your death.

But Erwin Smith. Courageous, brave Erwin Smith, who never cracked at loss of life for the sake of humanity, who always eloquently spoke to everyone around him at all times, finds himself slumping down to his knees and weeping for you.

The warm blood from his self inflicted assault still trickles down his nose, a tremor shakes through his entire body when he thinks of breaking the news to Levi.

The edge in Erwin’s voice grows dangerous.

"We made the wrong choice."

Erwin can't word it any better than that.

But Levi understands right away, he wishes he didn’t, he wishes he was ignorant enough not to.

Hange sticks an arm out aiming for his shoulder but he stumbles away nearly falling back into the floor not wanting to be touched by anyone.

He finds that he is not human enough to cry. It’s that or he’s not human at all without your presence.

854, i.

Levi has grown old without you, lived to see months and new seasons without you by his side. Over time his eyelids have become heavier, the corners of his mouth naturally droop and he remains perpetually somber.

Sometimes you visit him in his dreams, each time you make a silly comment about how his grey eye bags make him look like he’s been punched in the face. “Levi Ackerman, I swear if you don’t sleep soon!” You cushion the blow by whispering sweet nothings, reassuring him that you still think he’s beautiful.

Occasionally you add in that you don’t blame him for the past, but those conversations only last for a few seconds at a time.

“I don’t blame you.” It always starts off with the exact same phrase.

“I should have listened to you.” Levi’s tone is stern and uncompromising .

“Lev, I was never going to tell you to spare my life. You tried to listen to me, I could tell you wanted me to deny it.”

Levi refuses to answer you, he still thinks he’s at fault.

Not a day goes by where he doesn’t think of that ring. He regrets throwing it away recklessly into the rubble.

Some day he’ll return to Shiganshina to find it. The idea sounds laughable but he has to find a reason to smile as he fights for his life.

That is what Levi thinks as two set’s of jaws snap shut onto his legs, a flurry of red surrounds him. His throat constricts at the feeling of his thighs being ripped away from the rest of him.

“I tried.” He whimpers to no one in particular, eyes blank and losing meaning.

“I know Levi, I know.” The same voice from his dreams soothes him.

“Do not despair. Find me again in another world.” The biting wind adds in.

Levi’s eyelids flutter shut unable to do much else.

He’s unsure if he has the courage to face you again in another lifetime.

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Let me combine both of your favorite things! I would love a little thing about Caduceus (in his infinite wisdom and questionable intelligence) trying to give either Essek or Caleb relationship advice that may or may not be actually helpful. Those two wizards are probably too much in their own heads to see what's right in front of them and could use a little nudge. Just imagine both of them going to Caduceus for advice on how they're attracted to the other and Caduceus just sitting there trying to fight to urge to facepalm.

Hello! Thank you for combining my two favourite things into this fic that took way too long but I'm quite pleased with! I hope you enjoy!

In which Caduceus has three conversations with two wizards fighting against a force bigger than either of them.

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The first of these conversations Caduceus had was expected. Gardening alongside Essek, teaching him how to sow beauty where destruction had laid waste had been therapeutic for both of them. Caduceus had never given up on the war criminal. It’s difficult to feel no sympathy for someone whose story was written across their face in blank but pleasant stares and a mask of platitudes.

The state he’d been in when they met him at the outpost had filled Caduceus with determination. He’d been as close to a wreck as they’d ever seen him and now kneeling alongside him and looking over to see a small self-satisfied smile as he observed the work they’d done, it feels like they’ve done something right. This second chance had been well earned and he has faith that Essek will continue to earn it for the rest of his days.

This Essek is determined to right wrongs, and he’s started with the garden. He pays careful attention to the plants, always asking if he’s unsure about the compatibility of certain species, and making sure to put them exactly where they tell him. When they work past the point when the sun disappears behind emerald leaves he takes off the gloves Jester had made him and digs his hands into the ground. It seems to bring him peace, it’s good that he’s found any.

Most of the time when they work it’s silent, creases pressed into Essek’s forehead. He sweats through the layers that serve to keep him safe from the heat overhead and always has to be cajoled into taking breaks or drinking water. It reminds him a bit of Yasha.

On the third day, when he’d nearly gone faint Caduceus has to intervene, “You don’t need to hurt yourself to repent you know.”

Essek takes great care to swallow and not choke on the water he’d been sipping, bad timing. The mask comes up again, “I don’t know what you mean.” he states flatly. He knows that Caduceus is smarter than that and it shows.

“Hurting yourself doesn’t change anything. It’s the creation of beauty here that tips your scales, not the destruction of yourself.”

He nods slowly, indigo eyes downcast. “I suppose you’re correct. I have much to atone for Caduceus. There is much work to be done before I will deserve any of the kindness you foist upon me.”

“Hey now, I decide who deserves my kindness. We all do.”

Essek nods again, running a dirt stained hand through his silver hair. It leaves streaks of dirt, Caduceus says nothing.

“It’s difficult to be made aware of your stark moral failings, to learn what it means to truly care for someone again. It’s difficult to care more than you expect and to know what is enough, if anything is.”

His eyes flick behind Caduceus, where he can hear Caleb explaining something to Luc and he understands more than Essek probably wants him to. “You’ll find enough.” Essek looks at him, eyes full of a delicate hope, easily shattered, “He’ll tell you when it’s enough.”

His eyes widen just slightly and a deep blush spreads across his face alongside a smile so small it’s like he doesn’t want to let himself accept the barrage of feelings it holds back. “If.” His voice is small but the weight is heavy in the tone.

Caduceus reaches a hand to cover one of his, “When. Remember, I see things the rest of you don’t.”

Essek smiles wryly at that, voice full of mirth, “Of course Mr. Clay the ever observing.”

They go in for dinner and Essek speaks up a little more, he’s a little more alive. The change is small, but Caduceus notices.

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The second conversation is less expected, completely unexpected if he’s being honest. Caleb arrives at the doorstep of the grove one evening around 8 months after they’d last seen each other. “Hallo friend, I hope I am not intruding.”

His smile is easier now, though still restrained by sadness. “Not at all Mr. Caleb you are always welcome here. There should be left overs from dinner, fix yourself a plate.”

Caleb allows himself to be ushered in and fussed over. He tells a few stories of the trial but Caduceus tries to steer away from that particular vein of conversation. It’s raw and it doesn’t look like he’s fully healed. There’s still one catch somewhere that he needs to loose himself from before the smile will be easy and free, before he can walk away from his past and toward the future.

“I am going to Aeor next.”

Ah.

When Caduceus doesn’t say anything he continues, voice laced with trepidation, “I am going to ask Essek to join me.” he wants Caduceus to convince him of something.

“Well, two wizards is better than one.” He eyes Caleb knowingly and the wizard squirms a bit under his gaze.

“It is just, a little strange isn’t it? The directions we are led in.” He trails off again, maybe he’s hoping for wisdom. Caduceus decides he can probably dispense something.

“You’ve never seemed like someone who wanted much to be herded into decisions to me.”

“It’s been a journey.”

Caduceus clears his dish and sets down a teapot, “It’s a journey you’re still on. One that might not have a definite end. Is it worth it to deny yourself happiness because you’re worried about whether you deserve it?”

That caught him a little off guard, copper hair shook a bit as he’d clearly gone a little further than Caleb was expecting. He likes to talk in metaphors so that he can hide from truths later, or at least pretend everything can have multiple meanings. It’s time for Caduceus to stop letting him twist words around in that expansive brain of his until the original meaning is obscured by hypotheticals.

“I cannot tell you what’s right Caleb, but if you came here for a reasonable perspective listen to the one I’m giving you.” He pours the tea and offers honey, “You will never know if you don’t go and I know you better than you think. You don’t like loose ends, not as long as there’s something to learn.”

He nods, staring into tea, they’re so similar and so stubborn that Caduceus can feel the loving annoyance usually directed at his siblings creeping in. “Caleb, stop punishing yourself for something that wasn’t your fault in the first place.” Caleb nearly interrupts but Caduceus keeps barrelling through, “Self-flagellation won’t get you anywhere, you’ll just end up with regrets and what ifs. Go explore Aeor, forget everything else for a bit. Do that thing the two of you do where you’re finishing each other’s sentences and nobody knows why you’re bothering to speak out loud because it’s obvious you’re thinking the same things.”

Caleb’s smile is smaller now, but lighter. “Ja mein Freunde, I think you will. Thank you for tolerating questions I don’t know how to ask out loud.”

Caduceus smiles back, “I think this will be good. If you need anything while you’re there don’t hesitate to reach out. Stock up on healing, you’ll need it.”

Caleb laughs at that and spends the night, before heading to Zadash the next morning, undoubtedly to clear out Pumat’s stock of healing potions.

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The third time this conversation is had it’s his fault. He doesn’t mean to start it, but honestly the situation is getting ridiculous and the sibling feelings Caduceus has to both the wizards are firmly cemented.

They decide to get everyone together maybe a year after the last conversation. It’s his first time seeing any of them since then and as soon as they’re all in the same room it’s like no time has passed at all. Essek had come to get him while Caleb gathered the rest at Beau and Yasha’s home in Rexxentrum. Jester wraps him in a crushing and loving hug, Beau gives him a punch that’s soft for her but still stings, Yasha offers clippings of flowers immediately, and Fjord’s hug is warm. Veth’s family is here and she looks happier than he’s ever seen her. Caleb greets him with the warmth that’s always burned behind eyes that hold less and less sorrow every time he sees him. He hopes they’ll drop it all together one day.

When they pop back into existence from the way Caleb and Essek look at each other Caduceus expects something to happen. He doesn’t know what exactly but they hold each other’s eyes in a profound way. There’s gravity to them and everyone can feel it, he’s getting tired of watching them fight it.

It seems so simple even though he doesn’t feel that kind of pull, to see where this is going. It’s feels like the days before a big storm, when everyone knows what’s coming and it’s getting a little ridiculous that you’re still waiting for lightning to strike.

Everyone else drinks, they cook and eat and tell stories. Caleb and Essek sit apart but spend the entire time stealing glances across the table when they don’t think the other is looking. Nearly always they catch each other.

Yasha plays on the bone harp, she’s gotten very good and Jester swings Veth around into a dance. Kingsley, three sheets to the wind, grabs Beau and whips her into a reluctant dance and her initial protests eventually bubble into laughter. Caleb sits beside Caduceus and Jester has switched to twirling a flustered Essek across the floor of the livingroom. It often turns to dancing with these people and he loves that they love it so much.

“As I recall you’re an excellent dancer Mr. Caleb, go cut in.”

He shakes his head, “Ah- I couldn’t. Yasha is playing and I don’t think you’re much of a dancer.” He looks over with a quirk of a brow.

“I’m sure Jester won’t mind a break.”

He coughs at that, “I ah-”

Caduceus shakes his head, “No, talking is done, this is getting ridiculous.” He puts a hand square on his back and guides Caleb to stand, “You two will weave circles of metaphor around each other until one of you drops. Go Caleb, follow gravity.”

He seems to understand, seems to accept Cadcueus’ words and as soon as he stands to full height, Essek is watching over Jester’s shoulder. She, thankfully, understands the same way Caduceus does and even sends a wink as she loudly proclaims, “Oh my gosh Essek I’m so tired, I think Caleb needs someone to dance with, go to him.” She extends her arm, releasing him, and his levitation doesn’t allow him to stumble at the abrupt change in momentum.

Essek and Caleb meet and Essek steps to the ground gracefully as Caleb holds his hand out and pulls him in.

Nobody says anything for fear of spooking the delicate peace that settles over both of them as they gently turn, but Yasha slows the music she’s playing a bit and a quiet celebration is shared in the eyes of the rest of the Nein.

Caduceus breathes a sigh of relief and Jester sits herself beside him, bringing an overly sweet juice she’d found on her travels for him to try. She tells him stories into the night, and the wizards never let each other’s hands go.

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𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

pairing: leo valdez x gn reader

summary: five ways he says i love you through his actions

warnings: implied nudity and s*x, discusses food and eating and nothing else, i think. oh, and maybe some typos

category: headcanons

love letters/notes

leo is a busy boy

he's always picking up new projects so he can spend all day in his workshop or the forges with his siblings

when you guys live together, he leaves small notes on the refrigerator for you

they're always short, saying simple things like "i love you" and "i miss you already"

for the love letters, he'll leave them in random places for you to find

if you're a big reader, i can see him hiding it between the pages of your book

one day, you pick up your book to read, and the note falls on your lap

it's a love letter written on a piece of blueprint paper; there’s a little bit of oil smudged on the side of it

he got distracted while he was working on something because you were the only thing he could think about

his love letters never fail to make your heart flutter

sometimes they make you cry

he's quite sentimental

leo always tells you he does better writing down his feelings than he is saying it out loud because he can organize his thoughts better

you know that leo has a hard time with that because of how he grew up

when you guys have an argument, which isn't very often, he writes his feelings down on paper

he's always quick to apologize if he did something wrong, and the notes help him form the apology that you deserve, and you're quick to forgive him

once, you were super angry after an argument, so you locked yourself in your shared bedroom

you needed to calm yourself down

the both of you much too angry and stubborn to make a compromise

as your recollecting yourself, 40 minutes in, a folded piece of paper slips from under the door

the letter has teardrop stains, and the ink is slightly smudged

on the paper, it's all his thoughts written out in the best way he can explain them

after reading what he wrote, you quickly deemed that whatever you were fighting about was silly, and you guys made up

you love his spontaneous notes so much that you do them back

you guys have a game of who can find the most creative hiding spot for your notes

one time you found one tapped to the inside of the toilet cover

you found it hilarious

you throw folded post-its with messages in his tool belt

he finds them during the day while he's working on something

after you joined in on the fun, he scatters notes in random places, and every few days, you find a new message hidden somewhere randomly

they're just so sweet; there’s never a time where they don't make you smile

gifts

this is a given

it's not a leo headcanon if gift-giving isn't included

he would make you things like roses from scrap metal to literal furniture

if you have a lot of jewelry, he will make you a cute jewelry box

if you're a big book reader, he'll make you bookcases to support your book collection

he's always giving you little trinkets that he made with leftover materials from projects

he loves making things for you and gets upset when you decide to buy something from ikea instead of asking him

"babe, why would you buy that? I could have just made it for you!"

when he's on his way from returning on his quest, sometimes he'll find something that reminds him of you in a store, and he'll buy it

when he has the money for it, he'd buy you a star :(

says that he spent even more money to buy an extra bright star

because "you're the sun in my universe"

brb gonna cry

also, he'd gift you a bond bracelet

you know, those bracelets where every time you tap on it, it makes the other person's bracelet vibrate

the both of you get anxious when one of you goes on quests, so the bracelets bring the other person who's at home comfort

because when you tap back, at least he knows you're alive and vice versa

one of the best gifts you've ever received from him was your engagement ring

he made it himself

he took so much care and effort into making it

imagine leo forging your wedding ring himself??? i'm in spain with no s

he was so nervous that you wouldn't like the style, so he had piper casually bring it up to you

piper was so nonchalant about it that you didn't even think twice about the question

the ring has the prettiest gemstone or diamond (whatever you prefer)

you cried so hard when he told you he made it himself that you couldn't even say yes to his proposal clearly

he makes both of your wedding bands too

he carves a saying that's dear to the both of you on the inside

this is nothing to do with anything but imagine when you guys have kids, he makes animals out of pipe cleaners for them i'm gonna cry, brb pt 2

overall, whether he makes the present himself or not, he puts a lot of effort and care into it

every gift has a meaning and a place dear to your heart

cooking for you

leo is canoningly a good cook

he loves cooking for you

and you love eating what he makes

he's usually busy on the weekdays, so he cooks on the weekends

you guys always joke that he'd be the cutest househusband

you got him an apron for Christmas as a joke gift one year, and he wears it all the time

there's something so charming about him wearing an apron with a funny saying like "Mr. Good Lookin is Cookin" or with like a ripped out shirtless guy in front of it

you giggle every time you see him wearing it

oh, no matter how many times you've seen it, it's still so bizarre when he takes out hot trays from the oven with his BARE hands

everything he makes tastes amazing

he makes all kinds of food and is always trying something new

if you tell him what you’re craving, he’ll cook it for you

once he woke you up to ask if you wanted ribs… it was 3 am but like, of course, you wanted some

unless you're vegetarian or vegan, sorry, HAHA

often though, he does make Mexican food

it reminds him of when his mom was alive

he always has some story to share

every time he makes caldo de pollo (chicken soup), he always talks about how his mother would make it in the summer and that when he was little, he would always complain about eating hot soup in hot weather

you know he doesn't notice his constant telling of this story, but you don't mind

it's so bittersweet when he talks about his mom

through the cooking of his traditional food, you feel closer to him and his late mother

the memories he shares with you makes your eyes sting with tears

especially when leo says how much he wishes that esperanza could have met you

sorry, that was a little emo

also, leo usually wakes up earlier than you

he knows you're a sleepyhead, so he'll cook breakfast for you

so that when you're running around in the morning trying to get dressed and your things together

you never leave the house hungry because there's always a tupperware filled with breakfast, and if he has enough time, he'll fix you something to take for lunch too

if you come home late from work or school, he'll make dinner even if he's tired to surprise you

so many times you've come home from a shitty day at work or school, and the small table where you guys eat your meals is all set up with your favorite food

leo greets you by peeking his head into the hallway from the kitchen, tossed curls, cheerful brown eyes, and a bright grin

"I hope you're hungry," he says, despite knowing that you are hungry

and then you guys talk and laugh together over a delicious meal

compliments

leo's really observant

he notices when you’re in a bad mood, even if you try not to show it

he also notices when you change little things about your appearance

if you get a haircut or you get your nails done, he'll comment on it right away

especially outfits

if you buy something new, he'll complement it

imagine standing in front of the mirror, looking at yourself in your new outfit

leo comes behind you, his hands coming around your waist

he'll pepper kisses on your neck, a soft hum leaving his lips as he meets your eyes in the mirror

"is this new, mi amor?" he asks, hands running up your sides

once you affirm that it is a new dress or shirt, he'll smile and tell you how beautiful you look in it

maybe says he'd rather see it off of you wink wink

there's never a day where he doesn't compliment you

he thinks you're the prettiest person in the world

you've caught him staring at you lovingly plenty of times

he's just asking himself how did he manage to get someone as beautiful and amazing as you

you always squirm under his gaze and playfully ask what is he looking at

"you're so pretty, mi amor. I can't help it."

AHHH!!!!

alongside the endearment of mi amor, he'd always call you bonita and hermosa

you're so sweet to him, and he can't help but tell you how much you mean to him every chance he gets

surprises

leo is an acts of service kind of guy

i think he'll spontaneously do things to make you happy

if you've been busy studying for finals or just beat up from a day at work

he'll draw you a bath

or he'll cut up some fruit for you and leave it at your desk

he randomly buys you flowers

he never needs an occasion to buy your flowers

it'll be a regular tuesday, leo just happened to walk past a store with flowers displayed in the front, and he thought about how bright your smile would be if he showed up with a bouquet

I feel like he's pretty introverted, enjoys being at home with you

the both of you are pretty broke for a while, so a lot of dates were at home

leo made the most of it

you guys will have nice dinners at home

he'll set the table nicely, set the mood with candles

he'll redecorate the space so well you feel like you're at an actual restaurant

and of course, his food is amazing

breakfast in bed is another thing he'd do for you unsolicited

especially if you guys had a looong night wink wink

you're woken up by his still groggy voice, fluttering kisses on your cheeks

you open your eyes to see he's set a tray with your favorite breakfast on top of the bed

the two of you will eat breakfast together, which usually leads to you staying in bed for the rest of the day

just enjoying the warm cocoon your sheets create around the both of you

overall, he's super observant and caring, and he goes the extra mile to make sure you're happy because he knows you do the same

anyways, does anyone know where I can get a leo?

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Unexpected Places (Pt. 01 of 11)

Pairing: Ivar the Boneless X Reader/Bjorn X Reader

Word count: 2.8 K

Summary: As a princess, you've lived in a golden cage all your life, always a piece on someone else's game. But everything changed when the Norsemen came crushing down on Wessex, like waves in a violent storm. Their king spared your life and decided to take you with him to his kingdom, in what felt more like a rescue than a kidnapping. There, you were not only confronted with a completely different culture and lifestyle, but also with two of his sons. The oldest one has his eyes set on you, but it's the youngest one, Ivar, who gets who claimed your attention since the first sight. And he seems to have an unnamed interest in you. Of course you hoped whatever that was would pass, but when unexpected feelings start to flow a different way, things begin to change.

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{Vikings Masterlist}

Sailing Into The Unknown

Walking fast, you keep up with the two Norsemen coming right behind you. Unlike the rest of your maids, who were caught hiding or trying to leave the castle, you were found in your chambers. You knew they'd find you, one way or another, and you'll have much more to gain if you keep fear and despair away from your mind.

You knew this day would come. Your father, the King, was sure of it, and so were you. The political implications of King Ecbert and King Aelle in the last years brought you to this moment. An attack was imminent, and when you were told the Vikings were once again clashing on your cost like the waves, you knew this was inevitable. The only thing you can hope now is that they'll either let you live or give you a quick death. You're a threat, that's obvious. Aethelwulf may be the heir, but you're forth in line after his two sons. And that puts you in a dangerous position.

A yelp from one of your maids gets your attention, and you give her a look. You get why they're scared. These men look like monsters to them, speaking a strange language, dressed in dark, hard material, covered in blood. And everything they were told about the Norsemen, is that they're all savages. Worse than animals, soulless. Fortunately for you, one of the few things you actually wanted to do that your father allowed was to learn the Vikings language. Ecbert taught you himself, and you feel relieved to know what they're saying.

When you reach the main hall, you're pushed to the center, near a table. The maids all stick together, trying to pull you with them as they fall to the ground, using their skirts to dry off the tears. But you stand up, looking around. The place is flooded by them, the so-called monsters. Some are chatting, laughing even. Some of them have their eyes on you and on the other ladies. There's no way to know what will happen next, but you know who's in charge here.

The legend, the man they believe to be a descendant from the Pagan god, Odin. Ragnar Lothbrok. If you want to stand a chance to get out of here alive, that's the man you need to talk to. And, as if being called, he comes from the hall, alongside two other men. He looks, at the same time, exactly how your father described, but also very different. A paradox. His eyes scan the room, and, as you make your way over him, they lay on you.

One of the men who were with him come forward, standing on your way. Looking up, you sustain his stare. “I wish to speak with Ragnar.” You say, trying not to smile at the confused expression on the man's face. Nobody here expects you to speak their language.

“Princess (Y/N).” Ragnar sings songs, and the man steps aside. He has an axe in his hand, playing with it as he comes closer to you. “I was just having a small chat with your dear father.”

“Did you kill him?” The answer is obvious, but still, you need to know. The funny expression on his face changes and he pinches his eyebrows together “My father always said that, if he had to die at all, he'd like to be killed by you.”

“Oh.” He exclaims, glancing at someone behind you. “His wish was granted.”

Nodding to yourself, you look down. You have been preparing yourself for this moment ever since the news of Ragnar's return arrived, but still, your heart sinks a little. “Alright then.” It sounds stupid to ask him to simply let you go. This won't happen. Still, you don't want to face death scared, like your maids, crying and yelling. So, standing before Ragnar, you push your hair away from your shoulders, exposing your neck. “Do it already.” With both hands on your hips, you take a deep breath.

But Ragnar doesn't move, his lips break into a smile. Slowly, he leans closer, his mouth on your ear. “What are you doing?”

“I know you'll kill me. But I don't want to go like them.” Tilting your head at your maids, you shrug your shoulders. “I don't want to be taken as a slave either. So I guess that's it, king Ragnar.” Unlike him, you keep your voice as loud as before. You don't mind being heard.

“Do you–”

Ragnar is cut off by someone's shouts. Soon enough, a man comes, being held by two of the Norsemen. When they move a little, you recognize Edward, the man you were supposed to marry in a short amount of time. He's hurt, a black eye and a wounded lip. The men throw him on the floor, and he stands on his knees. Perhaps you should pity him... But no. It may not be kind of you, but you can't pretend you feel something you don't.

“Princess (Y/N), my lady.” He mumbles, trying to get to his feet and failing. “Stay away from them.”

Ignoring him, you turn to face Ragnar again. “As I was saying, there's no other option in this situation, so you might as well get done with it.” Giving the axe a look, you raise your eyes again. “I'm ready.”

“Don't be stupid, (Y/N)! Get away from him!” Edward shouts, and you run a hand through your hair, frustrated. Even now, he still tries to tell you what to do. You're tired of being ordered around. At least in death, you want to make it on your way.

“Shut up, Edward!” You burst out, moving to stand a few feet away from him, talking in his language since, of course, he wouldn't even dream of learning the pagans tongue. “It's over, don't you see it? We're both dying today, and honestly...” Now, you can say it. You can finally say it, and you can't help but smile. You'll be dead in a minute, but you never felt so... Free. “I'm happy my fate is to die by the Vikings... That's far better than marrying you.”

When you're done talking, Edward jerks forward, too fast, managing to grab your arm with one hand and hitting your face with the back of the other. You taste blood on your mouth, falling to the ground, but easily pushing yourself back up as the Norsemen pull him back, away from you. “You little whore!” He tries to set free, but it's useless. A laugh escapes your lips. “I'm so glad you'll die today. I'm so glad you'll join your devil of a father.”

With a hand on your jaw, you stare at him, shaking your head lightly. “You call then savages, but you were the only one in this room to hit me.” Turning away from him, you return to where Ragnar stands, watching the whole commotion. “So, king Ragnar?”

You can tell he's thinking. About what, you have no idea. From what you've heard, they don't need much thought before killing someone. “I could kill you right here, princess, but this speech you just gave got me interested.” Pacing around you, he swings his axe, resting it on his shoulder. “My wife, a former princess herself, might actually like you.”

“Aslaug?” A man says, and Ragnar looks at him. Following his gaze, you see a man with blond, dirty hair, pulled back in some kind of braid. “She hates Christians. I don't see how she'll like this one.”

“Well, I've never seen a Christian act like this. Have you, Bjorn?”

“No.” The man admits, eyes finally meeting yours, just before you look away from him.

“Well, my wife has been pissing me off lately, so anything that might distract her for a bit sounds like a good idea to me.” He speaks slow, and some people laugh. “So, Princess (Y/N). I will let you chose your fate.” He's back at your face, looking down at you. “Would you rather come with me to Kattegat, or would you rather die here, with your crying maids?”

Giving the women a look, you weigh the odds. Death is final, the very end. Life is full of possibilities... But are you willing to risk it? “Would you keep me safe? I mean...” Gesturing at the other men, you sigh. “I'm sure you understand what I mean.”

“Nobody touches the princess,” Ragnar yells, his voice echoing through the walls. “Is that enough?” He asks you in a much lower voice.

“I guess it is.”

That said, he walks away. Following him with your eyes, you see as he stops by Bjorn. Bjorn Ironside, his oldest son. His name is also well known here. Ragnar tells him something before disappearing, and his son gives you a look. It doesn't take long for you to understand Ragnar told Bjorn to keep an eye on you, since, as you walk down the beach to the boats, Bjorn silently walks beside you, like a bodyguard. He helps you climb up on to the boat, a strong hand on your waist, pushing you up.

When you finally start sailing, you get an idea of their army. Too many boats, filled with far too many warriors. You can't help but make your way to the back of the boat, watching as your home grows distant. But calling it home is a compliment. This was just somewhere you lived, surrounded by people who always expected something of you. Where you were forced to act a certain way, just because you were unlucky enough to be born a princess.

What's coming now, is completely unexpected, unforeseen. If anyone ever told you you'd be sailing away from Wessex, in a Viking boat, you wouldn't believe them. But the feeling that really gets to you, leaving you utterly perplexed is that you feel... Good. Free, even. You can't even count how many times you desired you could just disappear, leave everything behind and go somewhere entirely new. Maybe you're crazy, your mind completely lost already, but you somehow find joy in it. In sailing away, into the unknown, with the very people you were taught to hate and fear.

But this is far better than what your future was holding back there. An unhappy marriage with a disgusting man. This is far better.

Days after you left Wessex, a violent storm starts falling at daybreak. The rain comes lightly at first, but by the moment you stand up, it starts pouring. One of Ragnar's friends, named Floki, stays on the edge of the boat, holding on tight with one arm, the other stretched out. He's laughing, saying things you don't quite understand the meaning of. It's about Thor, and Odin, and othter of their gods. He seems unaffected by the crashing waves. Stumbling, you leave the protection of this dark fabric they hanged above the ship, getting on your knees next to Floki. You don't know what's soaking you, the rain, or the waves, high enough to hit the boat.

“Hear this, Princess?” Floki yells, trying to make himself heard above the deafening sounds. “This is–” A huge wave hits both of you, and Floki almost falls back. But he regains his balance, laughing even louder.

“Will the boat sink?” You ask him, yelling at the top of your lungs. “I can't swim! If we sink, I'll drown.”

“So will I,” Floki answers, glancing at you before turning his attention back at the ocean. This makes you burst into laughter too because you never thought someone who can't swim would face the waves like this.

“(Y/N)!” Someone calls, and you turn around, pushing wet hair away from your face. Bjorn comes your way, grabbing both your arms and helping you stand up. “What are you doing here?”

“She's mesmerized by the powerful waves!” Another wave, hitting both you and Bjorn as well. You're knocked down, your back against Bjorn's chest. But despite the sting you fell on your leg, Floki's laughter makes you giggle. These people are crazy. Nobody on Wessex would be this happy, this carefree in such a storm.

“Come.” Bjorn pulls you with him, back to the safety of the handmade roof. He helps you settle down, and as he does, you lock eyes with him. You've never seen blue eyes like this. “Stay out of the rain.”

“Floki is in the rain. Why can't I?” You snap back, not really enjoying the bossy tone.

“Let the girl have her fun, Bjorn.” You recognize Ragnar's voice, and you find him rowing, trying to keep the boat moving despite the violent waves. There's an empty seat beside him, so, pushing yourself up, you make your way there.

“Mind if I help?”

“If you think you can.” He breathes out, and you nod, grabbing the oar. “Keep it steady... Push, then pull.” He tells you, and you mimic his movements. The thing is heavy, and it takes only a few seconds for your arms to start hurting. But you keep up, ignoring the looks you're getting. No woman would be allowed to do such thing in Wessex. So you're enjoying it, even though you're strength is nothing compared to the rest of them.

When the heavy clouds are blown away, and the sky is once again blue and serene, you bend over the edge of the boat a little, just to better see where the ocean meets the sky, on the horizon. The chaos was replaced by a low chattering, laughter, and giggles. You're mostly on our own, not really speaking to anyone but Ragnar. He's a curious man, and he's curious about you. You're not sure why though.

“Here.” A voice makes you turn around, sitting down. Bjorn offers you a cup of water, which you take and drink after muttering a ‘thank you’. When you give him the empty cup, you wait for him to walk away so you can resume your horizon watching, but instead, he settles down beside you, letting out a heavy breath. “We'll reach Kattegat in a few days.”

“Finally.” You burst out, playing with the tips of your hair. “Sick and tired of this boat already.” Chuckling, you glance at him. He's already staring. “So... Bjorn Ironside. What are you doing talking to a Christian? People here don't really seem to be fond of me.”

“The truth is they're trying to figure you out.” Bjorn lowers his voice, and your eyes scan through the men. “Ever since you stood up with your neck exposed to my father's axe.”

It doesn't seem much of a big deal to you. “I just didn't want to die like those other girls. Whining and crying.” Shrugging your shoulders, you sigh. “I mean, I really thought there would be no other way, so I'd face death with some dignity.”

“Don't tell anyone I said this but...” He leans closer until you feel his breath on your ear. “You kinda sounded like a Viking right now.” Then, he stands up and leaves, back to his chores.

You're confused, to say the least, but you guess that was a compliment coming from a Viking himself. Taking a deep breath, you move to where you were, staring at the calming waves.

And Bjorn was right. Eight days after, you're arriving at Kattegat. The many boats stop at the decks, and yours is one of the first. There's a sea of people here, waiting for their loved ones. As you step out of the boat, you don't really know where to go. Everyone is hugging, kissing, telling about the successful raid. You just start walking then, following the flow until you feel someone grabbing your arm. “This way,” Bjorn says, tilting his head at where his father is going. “He wants to introduce you to Aslaug.”

The Queen who hates Christians. Great.

The main hall of Ragnar's house is full. First, he talks to the people, telling them everything they took, everything they found. There's a huge fire in the center, flames reaching high. You're at the corner, half-hidden behind Bjorn's shoulder, eyes flying through the place. You quickly recognize the Queen, seated on a chair beside Ragnar. She's very pretty, dark hair cut off to her shoulders. But she looks... Bored. Very uninterested in this.

By her side, close to the floor, you find a pair of eyes set on you. It takes you by surprise since you weren't expecting anyone to find you among all the people. But he did. Ragnar told you a little about him. His youngest son, Ivar, the Boneless. The cripple. It's not hard to recognize him, but your eyes don't search for his deformity. They're locked on his face, trying to read it, trying to understand why he won't look away.

Suddenly, everybody standing in front of you moves, creating a passage that leads to the very center of the hall. Glancing at Bjorn, you see when he gestures for you to go. And so you do, stopping only when you're standing before Aslaug. She doesn't seem very happy about it.

“And who this might be?” She asks, taking a sip from her cup.

“This is King Ecbert's daughter, princess (Y/N).” Ragnar answers. “She has some spirit, so I thought she'd make a good friend for you since you too were a princess once.”

“A Viking princess.” She snaps, looking you up and down.

You should probably say something, but what? The woman doesn't like you, and why would she? The big question now is what will happen to you next.

“(Y/N) isn't like the other women,” Bjorn speaks up, and you give him a look. He's pacing around, playing with a knife. “While her maids were sobbing and begging for their lives, she stood before Ragnar, accepting her fate. I've never seen one of their women do anything like that.” You don't get why he's doing this. Probably Ragnar's orders, or something like that. “She even helped with the oars when a storm reached us, after staying on the edge with that crazy ass Floki over there.” He gestures at the man, who loudly giggles.

“And what does this all mean?” Aslaug breathes out, clearly annoyed.

“Why don't you give her a chance, wife?” Ragnar sits back on his chair, taking Aslaug's hand. “Talk to her, see if there's anything in common and if you don't like her, well... I can send her to live with Lagertha.”

“Who's Lagertha?” You mutter, to nobody in particular.

But the name makes Aslaug sigh, and she stands up, putting the cup down. “Fine then. Come with me.”

With no other choice, you follow her inside. But on your way, you walk by Ivar, who's holding a clutch. You try hard no to, but your eyes find him nevertheless. He quickly looks away, and you keep walking, deciding not to give it much thought. He probably despises you like most of the people here.

Aslaug has some slaves prepare you a warm bath. And, much to your dislike, she stays in the room as you take off your clothes and step inside the tub. But it doesn't take long for you to relax as one of the girls starts washing and brushing your hair.

“Did you sleep with my husband?” The question comes with an angry voice, and you're not sure what startles you more. The anger or the question itself.

“Of course not.” She gets on your sight, pacing around.

“Do you want to sleep with my husband?”

Then, it clicks. She thinks Ragnar brought you here because he desires you. And that's a very dangerous thought for a Queen to have. “No, I don't.” Resting both your arms on the edges of the tub, you look up at her. “And even if he wants to sleep with me, I won't accept it. That's not the reason why I'm here.”

“And why are you here, so far from home, little princess?” She doesn't sound like she actually wants to know, but you get the feeling that this time you can actually say the truth. Here, there's no reason to keep it hidden, locked in. You can say how you feel about everything, even the things that could've got you imprisoned or even dead in Wessex.

“I'm willing to tell you if you're willing to listen, Queen Aslaug.”

At first, there's silence. But then, Aslaug drags a chair, placing it near the tub before sitting down. “Well, since I have nothing better to do at the moment, let's hear it.”

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february spring | h.rj

genre: hanahaki!au, angst, fluff

trigger warning: character death

summary: You wonder what he'll do when he realizes you no longer cough petals, but flowers in full bloom — that inside you is a full blown spring, within a body that exists in winter.

word count: 2.7k

The thing about flowers is that they suck.

Today again you wake up coughing petals and blood, feeling like wanting to burn the world and then your damned feelings — but no, you think, you'd rather not have life at all if you're not in love with him. You'd choose him again and again if asked.

That's the stupid thing about it. You're so willing to hurt and to be hurt for love that made flowers grow inside you.

Your mom is crying at the foot of your bed, praying for it all to be gone; the petals, the blood, the disease you have to fight because you fell for the wrong person. Your dad turned around to face the wall, tears in his eyes. He wants you to be better. He needs you to be better, and he needs to be strong so you could fight.

It's useless, anyway.

"This could end in three ways," you remember your doctor saying. "Either he loves you back, you take the surgery, or you die."

And you know what that means? That no amount of strength, of happiness, will keep you alive. It's impossible for him to love you back. You're dying. There's flowers growing inside you and you're dying — dying in the most beautiful way; dying of love.

Of stupid love, but you disregard that.

"Mom," you call. "I don't want the surgery."

"You want to die?" She asks with a laugh, "You want to die for a boy who doesn't even know of your love?"

"Y/N," your dad calls, a warning.

"Please don't make me go through it," you close your eyes. "I don't want to forget him. I don't want to forget love."

Because it's all I have, you wanted to say. Love is the one thing worth having, and you can't imagine yourself after the surgery; you'll get your emotions removed alongside the flowers in both your lungs and heart. You can't imagine that.

It's not even about him anymore. It's—

"Mom, please," you beg, "I don't... I don't want to live in a world where I wouldn't be able to live and love. I don't want to live not loving you and dad."

Because what is a human without love, emotions? An empty vessel. A withering rose. Something to stare at emptily as slowly, they begin to die.

Tears well in your mother's eyes, shaking her head, repeating the same words again and again — "I hate him, I hate him, I hate him" — but you made up your mind. You're dying, but before that you're gonna live —

you're gonna live, and this time not for him anymore; for yourself. For yourself too.

Even though life with this disease is limited to this hospital, the window and the rooftop, it is life still — this sickness made you cherish all the little things you'll lose when your body loses warmth. On some days you play with the kids, young hearts running around not really understanding their situations.

You put a smile on your face after everytime you throw up — you hide away somewhere no one would see, you hide yourself. You want to live. If you want to live, there's no need to be pitied.

At night, before you need to go to your room, you go to the rooftop and meet with a friend; Huang Renjun, same case. His heart longs for the stars, the moon, and a boy who is and will always be happier with someone else.

Tonight again, you stargaze.

"Imagine what we'll be if we weren't like this," he wonders out loud, "You'd still be annoying."

You kick his foot lightly, making him laugh, "See? You're sick and annoying. If you weren't sick, you'd be even more annoying!"

You turn to face him, and a fond smile is on his face, "You'd be beautiful still, even more without the tiredness in your eyes."

"And you'd still be handsome, Renjun," you find yourself saying, "You'd still love books and poetry, and stars..."

"But your smile wouldn't be so sad," he continues, pointing to Sirius, tracing the entire constellation as if the stars are right before his fingertips. "Your smile would be open and honest, not just something to comfort me."

You smile wistfully. He rolls around to pin you down, his hands on your wrists, a smile of his own on his face. It's something silly, kind of cheeky — typical Renjun.

"You're my only friend, Y/N," he confesses. "And I hate him. I hate the boy who made you sick."

Tears start to fall from his eyes, leaving him shaking. His arms still pin you to the ground, his tears falling on your face. He sobs. He sobs and sobs and my god, he still looks beautiful — Sirius rests on the space where his neck and shoulders meet. Galaxies are in his eyes.

He looked beautiful, so beautiful that you didn't have the heart to tell him that it's him. There's no other boy but him.

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I wonder when he'll notice...

February cold engulfs you in its hold, making you shiver. Renjun walks beside you. It's a silent trip to the rooftop, snow falling in beautiful flakes. He takes notice in your silence.

I wonder when he'll ask if I love him...

"Are you okay?" Renjun asks, shoulder brushing against yours.

You smile at him, "I'm fine. I'm just a little cold."

Time is running out...

"Renjun," you call out his name, "Do you think you could ever fall in love with me?"

He looks at you as if you said something absurd. He laughed, he laughed until he coughed blood and petals — you stop in panic, rubbing his back.

"I think the cold is doing us no good," you say. "Let's head inside."

Was it really that impossible for you to fall in love with me?

"No, no, I'm fine." He wipes the blood off his lips, "See?"

Scary as it seems, the petals have become usual visitors for patient with Hanahaki. It doesn't even bother Renjun anymore at this point.

He'll have the surgery and get better — just a little more, he said, let me feel this love for a little more, because after the surgery I know I never will love again.

The petals don't shake him anymore. There's a cure, after all. A cure you keep denying yourself.

"Alright, let's go."

You resume walking, looking straight ahead. The sun is setting as a white sunset.

You wonder what he'll do when he realizes you no longer cough petals, but flowers in full bloom — that inside you is a full blown spring, within a body that exists in winter.

###

"Happy Birthday to you~ happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, happy birthday..."

You look at Renjun's room, meeting gazes with Lee Jeno. You smile and look away.

Renjun has told you the story of three best friends.

Jaemin and Jeno are his regular visitors. Whenever they come, there's a spark in Renjun's eyes — the glint of sadness, the look of yearning for love like theirs. You know. You pass by his door everytime.

You know, too, that he's still in love with Na Jaemin.

Whenever they come by, they bring him flowers — you laugh, because Renjun has enough of those blooming inside him. They bring him food to eat, bring him gifts, but there's no love for him in that space. Jaemin and Jeno's love are solely for each other, and Renjun wants that selfishness too; he wants Jaemin's love all to himself. It's what planted those seeds.

Whenever they come, Renjun wallows in envy and self pity and sadness, sadness because it breaks his heart that seeing them both so happy hurts him. Whenever they come, you battle yourself to not yell at them and make them leave and tell them they're not of any help, not helping him feel better — Renjun's life is just as limited as yours. He has counted seconds and all they do is make him realize what a fool he was to fall for someone he'll never have.

Whenever they leave, they leave a hole in his heart — it only grows bigger and bigger with every visit, with every goodbye. Renjun must be a fool.

But he'll have it, the surgery. He wants to live that much, that even though it will be impossible for him to feel love, he'll still search for happiness.

And that's how you know it.

You're dying.

In silence, you break down and whisper your greetings: Happy birthday, Renjun.

###

Renjun sits across you, holding the flowers Na Jaemin has given him. He plucks them once — he loves me. The sun is hidden away by the clouds, and his gaze that once were on you flutters across the room, back to where Jaemin stands. He plucks another petal — he loves me not.

Jaemin looks back to your direction, and waves. You're sure it made Renjun's heart flutter.

"You're the infamous Y/N," Jaemin grins. "I hope we can be good friends."

"Before I die, that is," you joke, earning a smack from Renjun. The stem of the flower hits the back of your head.

He loves me.

"Jaemin, where's Jeno?" Renjun asks, curious. There's no sight of honey haired boy and it's a strange sight, but you know deep inside he is pleased.

He loves me not.

"He's busy today."

"As he is every day?"

"C'mon, Renjun," Jaemin laughs. "It's not like he never gives me time."

Renjun shakes his head anyway. He releases a big sigh, calming himself down — deep inside he knows he can love Jaemin better. A pained look flashes in your eyes.

Renjun taps your thigh in concern.

He loves me.

"I need to go, 'jun," Jaemin says, taking his belongings with him. He runs straight to the door, but before that he turns around and waves.

When Jaemin leaves the room, Renjun looks like he just fell in love. Again.

A bitter smile draws on your face.

He loves me not.

###

The day of Renjun's surgery came quicker than expected. The explanation was simple; he can never feel love again, but he will survive. He will be alive and that's what matters.

It's a sad thought, living without love. But Renjun would rather not love than not live at all.

"It's tomorrow," he said. "You should take care."

You don't meet his gaze.

"I'm tired, Renjun," you whisper, clutching his shirt to pull him impossibly closer.

A smile draws on his face, a beautiful sight to look at.

He asks, "Tired of what?"

And you've been tired of a lot of things. You tried not being so, but you can't help but fail miserably — lately everything's just been too much. Most of them, though; thoughts like this, like the truth that spills from your mouth.

"Of the flowers growing inside me," you say wistfully, "I'm tired of it and I hate it. I hate it so much."

"Y/N..."

"And I'm tired of you too, of you looking at me with those eyes," you turn to face Renjun who sits with his head hung low. You let a chuckle escape your lips, "Those eyes that look at me as if you could love me had you not met Jaemin."

Renjun couldn't say a word.

You feel yourself withering away as more flowers bloom inside you.

###

Renjun left right after he recovered from the surgery, the nurses said. You stay in your bed all those time, not bidding him goodbye at all. You throw up more flowers than usual, more blood.

All the promises you made about living life before you die is gone. All you can think about is how difficult it is to breathe, how hard it is to live.

"Mom," you call, hoping for ease, "I want to give up."

But she smiles with tears in her eyes, she smiles. You see, she had the most beautiful smile in the world. Her eyes are brimming with unshed tears and her lips stretched in a pitiful expression, "No, darling," she begs. "Stay awake. Stay awake for me."

You smile back.

"It hurts to breathe."

"It will be okay," at least she prays. "It's gonna be okay. Go through with the surgery."

You shake your head, declining still. Time is running out. Your father hugs you tight, the first time in years, a kiss pressed on your temple. Your mother holds your hand.

I don't want to, you repeat again and again.

Your father holds your hand — "We'll do what you want."

And there's a protest at the tip of your mother's tongue, but it melts away at the sight of tears falling from your eyes.

"Okay, sweetie," she says. "We'll do what you want."

Your doctor comes in a hurry minutes after. He's panting, a red flush on his face — he seems mad. "How long has it been?"

"Doctor..."

"You didn't tell us you were coughing out whole flowers."

Your mother's cries start to get louder. Full flowers meant the last stage: the closest to death. At this point it's a game between life and death and the dangers in between. You smile.

"I'm sorry," you whisper, "But I'm not going through the surgery, doctor."

They look at you with eyes of pity, saddened that it has come to this. Your doctor nods. Your mother shakes in your father's hold. You laugh, "Why are you all crying?"

"Stupid child," your mother says. "Stupid Y/N."

You laugh harder, tears falling from your eyes. "I love you, mom," you say. "Can you hold my hand tighter? I'm scared."

From outside your door, Renjun clamps his hand over his mouth; he feels like throwing up. He originally planned to say one last goodbye, but instead, he gets this... this. Whatever the hell this mess is.

You're dying, all because you're in love with him.

All because he couldn't love you back.

###

The time comes quicker than expected.

You look at your body, watching from your soul — this must be what it is like to be have your soul wandering. You breathe in sharply, breathe out. You look at all the tubes connected to your body.

You go through the wall, moving to hug your parents. Your mother must've felt you, for her sobs grew louder and she called your name.

Suddenly, someone storms in.

"Doctor, it seems like you have an emergency patient," the nurse intervenes.

"Who's the patient?"

"Huang Renjun."

Your feel your heart drop — who knew you could still feel such things? But Renjun, didn't he...

"Renjun? Didn't he have a successful surgery?"

"Yes," the nurse looks down in shame, "But it seems there's remains of flowers in his lungs. He's now coughing out flowers in full-bloom."

The doctor rushes out of the room, saying excuses to your parents. You watch your own body breathe its last breath.

The nurse looks down, "Y/L/N Y/N, time of death, 10:48 a.m."

You wander around the hospital, going to where your feet take you. You soon find yourself in the emergency room, watching Renjun almost pass out from coughing flowers.

"Renjun," you call — the ghost of you, your soul. The one Renjun sees.

He looks in panic, knowing why he's seeing you; he's ready to die. What he's not ready for is to see you as a soul, dead and eternally young.

He blinks once, twice, hoping you don't disappear. It's not all truthful words, but he says it — "I love you."

Outside the room, Renjun's parents wonder to themselves — who is he talking to? What is he mumbling? His parents can't help but cry, worried at every flutter of his eyes.

"They say... when people are almost dying, their closest family visit them to take them to paradise." Jaemin says with a bitter smile, "I heard... Y/N passed. He might be seeing her."

A slap sounds in the room.

"My son is not dying!" Renjun's mother says. Jaemin nods, tears falling from his eyes.

"Are you scared?" you ask, head tilted, hands brushing strands of his hair away from his face.

"Yes," Renjun confesses.

"I'll hold your hand."

"Until it's over?"

You smile, "You're one of my greatest friend, after all."

Renjun never expected to die. Then, at the same time, he never expected the tiny sliver of love he feels for you — love for a friend, for a dear one. Renjun found a real best friend within you.

So, he holds your hands and comes with you.

"Doctor? Doctor, what's happening— my son!" His mother calls as he watches his eyelids close, "Renjun... My little boy..."

One last smile, one last cough of his favorite flower — Renjun is at peace. He closes his eyes and remains his age forever.

"Huang Renjun, time of death, 10:52 a.m."

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bright-molina · 3 years

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Emergency Contact

synopsis: Sometimes it takes an accident and the revelation that Buck is Luke's emergency contact to really bring the Buckley-Mercer (et al) Family to the same page.

fandoms: Julie and the Phantoms x 911

relationships/characters: Buckley!reader (gender neutral), Alex Mercer, Evan Buckley, Luke Patterson, Athena Grant, Maddie Buckley (all relationships are familial/platonic)

word count: 2503

warnings: mentions of minor injuries (and I mean minor, sprained ankle, minor concussion is all)

a/n: @biqherosix surprise! Catch me pushing the Buckley-Mercer family agenda cause I can. For anyone wondering, we're running with the idea that they're cousins. I honestly have no idea where this came from, I wrote it at like midnight yesterday. And it only figures that the first thing I post in forever is a crossover that is mostly self-indulgent but I promise I'm trying to get the hang of things again.

For those of y'all that haven't seen 911 but still wanna read: one, I appreciate you so much oh my gosh, two, I highly recommend it and three, all you really need to know for this one is that Buck is a firefighter with the 118, Athena Grant is a police officer, and Maddie is Buck's older sister and a 911 dispatcher. If I missed anything and you wanna know feel more than free to ask!

The absolute last thing you expected was your phone ringing well past midnight.

“Don’t answer it.”

Alex’s voice sounded from beside you, muffled by the pile of blankets he was buried under. You rolled your eyes and reached for your phone only to have him snatch it out of your grip and stuff it under the blankets alongside him.

“Give it back!”

“No,” Alex crossed his arms tighter, ignoring the second ring completely. “It’s probably Buck checking to see if we’ve gone to sleep yet, if you answer he’ll know we’re still up.”

“Like Buck would voluntarily be up right now. He’s fifteen hours into a twenty four hour shift,” You leaned back against the couch, knowing there was no tearing the phone away from Alex. “Will you at least check who it is to make sure it’s not Maddie?”

Alex groaned, loud and exaggerated, before sticking his head underneath his blankets to check your phone. You were just barely able to hear his panicked ‘uh oh’ before he put on his best fake tired voice and answered, “Hello?”

“Alexander Mercer, what are you doing awake at this hour?”

“I wasn’t awake.”

“Sure you weren’t. Give the phone to y/n.”

He was handing you the phone in a flash and you could see his wide eyes in the dim blue light coming from the living room tv. “It’s Athena.”

“Thanks, I heard. And I told you so,” You smacked him with your pillow when he stuck his tongue out and he quickly ducked back under the blankets. Whether he was hiding from you or Athena was up for debate. “Hi Athena.”

“Y/N,” Uh oh was right. You recognized the tone in her voice immediately. Exasperated and tired with a little bit of worry laced through. “You wouldn’t be able to get ahold of Buck would you?”

“I could,” You sat up straighter and Alex peeked out from under the blankets again, craning his neck to listen in on the conversation. “Is something wrong? Can’t you call Captain Nash?”

“I could,” Athena echoed your words back to you and you heard muffled shouting in the back. “But Captain Nash isn’t Luke’s emergency contact.”

“His what!”

“It’s not a big deal!” Luke’s voice. It was him who had been shouting. “I’m fine!”

“The cast you’re wearing says different,” There was a click on the other end of the line and Alex tripped over the discarded blankets and pillows as he rushed to look for the car keys. “We couldn’t reach him and Maddie was his second emergency contact but May said she went home early today.”

“Yeah, uh, she -” You put on your shoes as fast as possible and reached for the nearest sweater, one you were sure wasn’t yours. “Jee’s teething so she - she’s probably busy with her. What happened? Luke -”

“Is fine. You just focus on getting to the station and bringing Buck to Med cause he’s gotta fill out some papers. I’ll stay here with him until you do.”

“Okay. Okay we’ll be there soon.”

“Y/N put me on speaker,” Athena must’ve been able to hear the panic in your voice. She knew both you and Alex well enough to know every emotion that was running through you both at that moment. “I want both of you to listen to me. Luke is okay. A little scratched up. Maybe a bruised ego. But he’s just fine, I promise you.”

If there was anybody you trusted it was Athena Grant. So you and Alex shared a look, thanked her, and sprinted out of the apartment wondering what on earth Luke had gotten himself into.

“What do you mean you don’t know!”

“Athena didn’t tell us anything!” You shouted right back at Buck despite knowing it probably wasn’t the best idea given the time or the circumstances. Alex was a few feet away, talking quietly to Chimney to have him relay a message to Maddie. She’d be less angry if the news came from him.

“I thought he went back home,” Buck shook his head before jogging down the stairs and you followed him. He all but charged to the locker room and started shoving all his things in the duffel he always carted with him from the apartment to the station and back. “I thought he was okay.”

It wasn’t until then, until you caught a glimpse of his reflection in the little mirror in his locker surrounded by pictures, that you realized something. Evan Buckley, the firefighter, your brother who always seemed so fearless, was scared.

Buck’s mind was racing at a million miles an hour. He kept going through every piece of information he could from the last two days. Luke had promised him. Sworn he was going back home to his parents. He should’ve known better. They were too much alike and he should’ve known better.

He supposed the worrying came with the territory. The anxiety and panic and not knowing were all things he didn’t like but things he would bear if it meant making sure one of his own was okay.

He had always been protective. You were the youngest Buckley and he took it upon himself to make sure you had a better life than him and Maddie had had. Alex was family and he didn’t hesitate to give him a home when he needed one, metaphorically and literally.

And somewhere along the way the Buckley-Mercer family had grown without him realizing it. Alex had brought his band, his friends, over for dinner once and from that moment on they became a fixture in his life.

Bobby, who was surprised the first time Maddie grinned and hugged him, telling him how proud she was of him. Reggie, who was the first to accept a place in their makeshift home, needing the support and love they offered more than anything. And Luke, who was stubborn and wore his heart on his sleeve and fit right in with them.

And Buck couldn’t believe he had let them down. He couldn’t believe that he tried so hard to let Luke know he was there for him and he had failed. If he had just paid a little more attention then -

“I know what you’re thinking,” Your voice cut off his thoughts and he paused for a moment before continuing.

“No you don’t.”

“You’re blaming yourself. It’s what you always do,” You watched as he pocketed his phone and zipped up the bag. “It’s what you did when I thought I could jump off the swing and ended up with a broken arm even though you couldn’t have stopped me. It’s what you did when Alex had that really bad allergic reaction even though none of us knew he was allergic in the place. It’s what you’re doing now.”

Buck slammed the locker shut without meaning to and silently wondered how you seemed to know everything about him when he seemed to know nothing about any of you, not really. He wasn’t like you or Maddie or Alex and that had never been more clear.

“I’m not blaming myself. I just -” He sighed and walked out of the locker room, past you and Alex, and around to the drivers side of the car. He didn’t get in yet. Instead he glanced between the two of you. “I’m not Maddie. I don’t know how to tell what you guys are thinking. I don’t know how to do the things she does. I can’t help how she does. But - but maybe if I could then -”

“You’re right,” You cut him off, already knowing where he was going. “You’re not Maddie. But we don’t need another Maddie, we need Buck.”

“Y/N’s right,” Alex leaned against the top of the car and gave an easy shrug. “Maddie does family dinners every week and helps us with homework and keeps superhero bandaids around for when Reg and Bobby come back from the skate park with scrapes all over them. But you host game nights and come to every one of our practices when you’re not here and tell really bad jokes when you know we need to hear them.”

“They aren’t bad -”

“Yeah they are,” Both you and Alex answered in sync, successfully pulling the faintest laugh from Buck.

“You’re Buck,” You repeated and finally opened the door of the car. “And when Luke left home he came to you. Athena said you’re his emergency contact because he trusts you more than anyone else. We all do.”

It took less than a couple seconds for Buck to nod and get in the car, the two of you following his lead. Moments later he was speeding away from the 118 and in the direction of the hospital, determined to be where he was needed.

“You’re an idiot, Luke Patterson.”

“Wow thanks,” Luke rolled his eyes from where he sat on the couch, an action that earned him a scolding from you, and kept picking at the fabric of the pillow he was holding to him.

It was nearing mid morning and you had all gotten back to Buck’s apartment only a short while ago. The combined insistence and intimidation coming from both Buck and Athena meant the doctors had no choice but to run as many tests as necessary until they were positive Luke was fine.

Your eyes scanned his face again, a habit you’d picked up from Maddie, in an attempt to assess the damage once more to be sure nothing had gone wrong in the last ten minutes.

A butterfly bandage on his forehead above his left eye. Some scrapes on his arms from the fall. The brace around his right ankle propped up on the coffee table and some pillows. A tear in his favorite flannel that you were already patching up.

“What were you thinking?” You sighed and dropped your hands, turning in your spot beside him to look at him and read all the expressions flashing across his face. “You got hit by a car, Luke.”

“I did not!” He flinched when Alex, fast asleep across the other couch, shifted a little at the noise. Buck did the same thing upstairs in the loft, though he recognized the sound of talking and opted to listen in. “I swerved out of the way. The bike lost control and I hit the pavement but I’m fine.”

“The mild concussion and sprained ankle beg to differ,” You stared again. Luke refused to meet your eyes, refused to look anywhere around the apartment that wasn’t the pillow on his lap. He’d been doing the same thing since Buck had nearly busted down the door of the room he’d been sitting in at the hospital. “What were you thinking?”

“I don’t know,” Luke finally sighed, knowing you wouldn’t let it go any time soon. “I just - I did go home. At first. And i-it was okay until my mom started doing that -that thing she does. The voice, talking down, asking when I was gonna start getting serious, telling me I should do better. I tried but she wouldn’t stop saying all of it so I -” His shoulders sank and his head hung low and you moved closer. “I left.”

“So why didn’t you come back here?” You reached out, hand on his arm in an attempt to get him to hear you. To listen to you. To talk to you. “What made you think you couldn’t?”

It took a few moments but when Luke finally looked up his eyes were watering and he looked unsure. He looked scared and he was never scared. “I didn’t want to disappoint anyone else.”

“I don’t know if you know this,” You gave a sigh and leaned against the back of the couch on one arm. “But we are, historically, a pretty messed up family.”

You successfully pulled a laugh from Luke and a muffled ‘shut up’ from Alex only made the two of you laugh more. But when the laughter faded away you were left with the ghost of those doubts. Present and needing closure. To be acknowledged and reassured.

“There is nothing you could do that would disappoint Maddie and Buck, believe me,” You gave him a faint, sad smile and for a second he wondered what memories were the source of it. “And you never have to be scared. We’re your family and we’re here for you. Me and Alex and Buck and Maddie. Athena who stayed with you until we got there and after. Chimney who’s breaking the news to Maddie to save us all. Albert. May. Bobby. Reggie. You have all of us. I hate to break it to you but you’re a part of our weird little family and we aren’t going anywhere any time soon. So please, please never feel like you have to hide from us. You’re home here, Luke.”

And he believed every word. For a moment he wondered why he ever doubted it in the first place. It was evident in the way he had a designated spot at the dining table at Maddie’s place. In the way his clothes took up a good amount of space in one of the dressers upstairs. In the pair of house keys that hung on a chain around his neck. Reggie and Bobby were also given a pair long ago.

“Does one of you want to explain to me what the hell happened!” The sound of the door being thrown open startled all of you. Alex sat up quickly and Buck came barreling down the stairs to meet Maddie at the door.

Bobby and Reggie came in after her, holding piles of various items she’d insisted on bringing with. They were followed moments later by Albert carrying bags filled with takeout and then Chimney with Jee-Yun in her car seat.

It was dead silent for a moment as Maddie looked between her siblings, her cousin, and the boy she considered one of her own. They were all her family and that was that.

Finally the silence was broken by Luke leaning over in your direction and quietly asking, “Hey, does home have a place I can hide from Maddie until she’s less mad?”

“Oh, Luke,” You offered him a smile he recognized as a slightly sympathetic yet playful one. “There is nowhere you can hide where Maddie’s anger, love, and aggressive post-injury nurturing won’t reach. Good luck.”

She sat in your spot the moment you stood up and was immediately making sure Luke was okay. Her eyes scanned each injury just as yours had and when she finally let him take a breath he looked around.

All of this, the chaos that was unpacking the various takeout boxes. Setting up a little station on the kitchen island with various medical supplies. Chasing Jee-Yun around as she crawled and wobbled all around the place. Music playing softly in the background as everyone smiled and talked and felt relieved that he was okay.

This was home. Luke was sure of it.

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guigz1-coldwar · 3 years

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'Help from some friends': New chapter for "Redemption in a Spirit in a Cold War" is out !

"Help from some friends"

"Park, you know it well that in any circumstances, I've got your back...for always!"

Chapter Summary: After their improvised mission on putting a tracker on Lukas Ritter, Yirina & Park are planning their moves against the Collective, hoping to bring them down in London and for sure, they can't do it alone...

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It was strange for me nonetheless to have played the dumb MI6 agent to Lukas Ritter, an impression that was most surprising...acting like that...yeah, very strange to say & do actually. He didn't know that we know and my acting surely made him believe that the MI6 still believes that he escaped Perseus grasp in the Soviet Union after fainting to flee from our control and came to England for help and as I thought when I gave him the 'MI6 thoughts', he did buy that I was naive enough to believe his story and all along with it, there was something unusual coming from him but I couldn't know what exactly...

Thankfully, the tracker was still emitting and functioning well as we drove away from the pub to join back Century House, me keeping an eye on the tracking device on the way while Park was driving, the green dot still blinking when the car entered the underground parking as a little screen with the map of London was giving us the exact position of the tracker and by looking at it, Lukas was approximately far away from the pub, the dot moving fastly on the screen.

"So, it's working better?" Park asked as she parked the car in the same parking space as before, stopping the car's engine.

"Still moving as I see" I replied, my eyes staying to look at this screen, watching the dot on the map, moving east and not stopping at any second. "Seems that Lukas is going right into his lair," I presumed.

"With yourself showing your presence, I'm sure that he's going to tell what you said to him," Park suggested, getting the keys of the contact before getting comfy in the seat. "Do you think he'll come over here?" She asked as I talked about it on the way back to her.

"Nope," I muttered, keeping my hands alongside the device on my lap. "Why he would do that? He has maybe bought my story of the MI6 believing his false story but he will not come," I added

"Hmm...you're right," She agreed on this despite her face that was hesitant. "I think he knew well that he could be trapped if he comes here," She continued, taking a look at the device to see where's the dot was, now moving up north after walking 2 streets. Her head was almost a few centimeters from my shoulder, possible for her to lean her head on it. "Sorry, can I just..." She started to ask before she decides to put the side of her head on my right shoulder, not finishing her question.

"Wow, that's..." I tried to say, looking surprised at first before I let her be like that, despite that it was just to look at the device...simple but...lovely to see her doing that. "He's sort of entering a building now," I exclaimed, pointing out at the screen where the dot going off the street but it was more strange when it started to continue to walk inside the building to join the street on the other side of the building before going out again, crossing the street like that in the middle of it...then walking on the road...

"That's weird," Park commented, removing her head softly from my shoulder. "You can't walk in the middle of the road without having someone to stop you," She said.

"Yeah but..." I began before I start to think of why Lukas could be in the middle of the street, and then, there was only one way. "What if he's underground?" I suggested, turning my head around at Park who was curious.

"The Tube?" She whispered, turning her head around to look outside, seeing some people getting inside the elevator. "Perseus could be using a part of it as a hideout..." She thought, putting her left hand under her chin to better think. "That can explain why Lukas is walking on the road," She continued, her right hand moving on the door handle on her side.

"I think that we should talk about this to Zasha & Portnova," I proposed, adding to the fact that we had to tell them about the bugging situation in here.

"Of course," Park agreed, opening her door to step out. "Wait for me here, I'll bring them in for a better talk," She demanded and I nodded at her, knowing it was better for me to stay here to keep an eye on that device.

She then walked away from the car, leaving me alone in it on the front passenger seat, having that device on my lap, and now, my thoughts were all mixed between a lot of things: my apologies I did to Park earlier, my dreams, my talk with Lukas...all of this mixed up and I don't know if I was in fact happy about them...it was so hard for tell & give myself an opinion on it, happy or sad?

I tried to stay focus on the device, the little dot on the screen having stopped itself in the middle of the same road that was looking to be in the north-east of the pub but not this far from it, wondering to myself if that place was somewhere Lukas was always going since he arrived in here with his friend Beck...and now, the not-so-dead Harry Stone, adding to them, the brother of Liliya Petrov, Bellamy, has been quiet in his actions since he tried to kill Portnova days ago. All of them were here for something that was going to happen on the 16th of July...but what?

That question was in my head when I saw Park, Zasha & Portnova five minutes after Park left, coming out of the elevator, me deciding to go out of the car with the tracking device as the heat wasn't helping me, the global temperature in the city too, bad choice from me to have put on me one of Park's grey sweater.

"Should have taken something else," I whispered to myself, going next to the car's hood after I put the tracking device on it, my hands on the collar of the sweater, stretching it a bit away from my neck.

"Talking lonely, Yirina?" Zasha's voice surprised me, seeing the trio arriving in front of me, them at Park's left side and Portnova at the other side as Park was in the middle, holding something in her hands.

"Oh, nothing important," I said, gesturing at them that there was nothing to worry about...except that heat in the parking. "So, did you tell them?" I started, looking at Park.

"Yes, she did," Portnova replied first, crossing her arms as she didn't let Park move her lips in a second to speak before her. "Kind of a dick move coming from the CIA to rig this place with bugs," She exclaimed, taking a look around the parking, maybe thinking that it wasn't safe here too.

"My office, yours, that's why they were aware of our situation with Stone," Zasha added, getting too on the same line of thinking, the four of us thinking the same thing now. "I couldn't believe it first but now, it's real," They muttered.

"That's why we need to talk here," Park spoke up, her eyes moving on the device near me on the hood. "What's the location of Lukas now?" She asked me.

"Still at the same place he was before you left," I responded, seeing that dot on the same spot as before, not having moved a simple inch from where it is now before Park showed to me the thing she was holding in her hands, looking like a map.

"So, let's see where it is in London," She exclaimed before she unroll the map on the hood, showing to us the entire map of London and its surrounding, getting myself near Park along with Zasha & Portnova to have a better look at it. "The pub is here and Lukas went north-east," Park pointed out to the exact location of the pub with her left hand, using the map on the screen of the tracking device to spot herself on it.

"He didn't go this far since we drove away from it," I told, my eyes drifting between the paper map & the map on the screen, Park's left index finger getting close to where the dot was on the latter.

"There," Portnova said, stopping Park in her movement as she was just having her finger right on the spot.

"Brannan Street, right next to a construction site," Park recited the name of where her finger was positioned and it was exact, the place her finger was and the dot on the map of the device were exact.

"And just nearby, there is a metro station: Canary Wharf," Zasha mentioned, moving their hand to point out the two places they say.

"Of course but something isn't adding up," Park whispered, her finger moving along a light grey line that was linking the two metro stations, the Underground line. "The dot says that Lukas should be a bit southern than where the line is," She explained, stopping her finger at where the dot is, moving in fact away from the light grey line of the Tube.

"What it could possibly be? An underground tunnel in construction?" Portnova presumed, walking to the right side of the car to have another view on the paper map.

"Could be it," Park said, unsure to say if it was maybe real or it was just a supposition from Portnova. "If I remember right, there were supposed to have another line linking Canary Wharf to the Westferry DLR station but the line was never finished," She gave up her theory but her voice was sounding rather pretty sure of herself.

"That...it's surely something that Perseus can use at its advantage," Zasha remarked, getting opposed to Portnova by moving on the other side of the car hood like her. "An underground metro line that doesn't appear on any map, unknow to the MI6, they can act from it without been caught,"

"Until now," I declared, putting my hands on the end of the car's hood, palms against it. "Now, we know where they're hiding but how long they will stay here?" I demanded, starting to think that our improvised mission from earlier could have changed some things around. "Since Lukas has been found by the MI6, they will surely try to move away but...no, we can't let them flee or react to that," I asserted.

"You're right," Park muttered, taking a look at me with a little grin on her face. "Maybe we know where's Perseus in London but they're not stupid, they will have suspicions now that Lukas got to meet with you," She continued, turning her head around back on the map. "They will react quickly to that, even moving away tonight if they can,"

"And that's where we come in," Portnova stated, crossing her arms again. "We knock at their door and we storm them,"

"Uhm...just like that?" Zasha narrowed their eyes at her, looking a bit curious about hearing Portnova saying that. "You want the four of us taking on a Perseus hideout where we don't know how much they are?" They asked.

"I mean, we could," Portnova defended, her eyes moving to look at Park, her eyes still on the map. "Can we?" Park got her eyes up to see Portnova curious.

"I don't know, it will take time to mount an operation with the MI6 and only the four of us, it's impossible," Park shook her head about that idea, even me knowing that it was suicide to do that. "We have to jump on them fast but how?" She demanded, tapping her fingers over the map to think as everyone even me was thinking of something...or someone that could help us...

"What about the SAS?" My voice went up, thinking about them in my head before my lips moved to ask that directly, Park's head moving around to look at me. "What about Price?" I added.

"Price?" She repeated in a lower voice than I did and I nod to her, thinking about him well. "You want the SAS on it?"

"Yes, we should have them with us against Perseus," I replied to her, sure of myself of it. "They helped us well during our first track against Stone during that mission in Cuba, we should have them with us," I reminded her of it, remembering that the SAS will do anything to help Park & me to avenge her brother.

"Are you sure about it?" She asked me.

"Park, you know well that the SAS will do anything to help you," I asserted, Zasha & Portnova staying silent and rather to listen to us without saying anything or not moving. "Price said it to me 2 months ago: he's behind us and he's willing to help in anything," I continued, taking a step towards her.

"I don't know," She simply said, turning her head around to avoid me, coming at her closely. "And even, I'm not sure..."

"Park, we need Price and his men with us," I insisted to her, cutting her softly in her words to make her change her mind on the SAS. "They're surely aware that Stone isn't dead...and I'm pretty sure that they want to bury that fucker again if they had to," I stated, putting my right hand on her shoulder.

"She's right, Park," Zasha expressed their feelings towards her on the situation. "The SAS are good men, having fought along with them in Cuba showed it to me," They noted, remembering that day where they were here despite been advised to stay with Portnova.

"Yes, she is," Portnova joined in, agreeing with me & Zasha to bring in the SAS. "As she said, this...Price should come here to help us," She added, her face that could have asked in fact who was Price just by looking at it.

"Everyone's telling you that, Park," I affirmed, keeping my hand on her shoulder. "If we want to put an end to Perseus's presence in London for tonight, call Price," I suggested in a good voice before she looks back at me, a little smile on it.

"I'm going to call him, it's the only way," She admitted finally, making me & the others smile at this news from her. "We need the help from some friends...and the SAS is my friends," She confirmed before she moved her hands on the map to roll it again. "I'm going to make a call in our office, I know that the CIA will be listening but I can only contact Hereford from here," She revealed.

"If we had to take some risks, we can't act too much suspicious to them," I understood her choice even if she was explaining that the only way to contact the SAS was by our phones in our offices, the public one not fully securitized...like the ones now in our offices..."But we have to stay cautious now, we don't talk about it until Price & his men are in here," I proposed, everyone, nodding at me.

"Yes, from now on, if we're discussing in our offices, we don't mention anything about where Perseus is," Park added in, followed by Zasha & Portnova nodding as she was putting the map inside her jacket. "We should go now back to our posts, I believe," She told us, making Zasha & Portnova starting to walk away from the car together, not without nodding again before Park turned around to look at the device and then, me...

"Don't forget the device, Yiri, in case Lukas is going for a walk,"

#cod bocw #cod cold war #cod black ops cold war #cod cw #call of duty cold war #cod #call of duty #cod bell #black ops cold war #fem!bell #yirina grigoriev #helen park #bell x park

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slyther-bi · 3 years

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Chapter 6

⚠️Trigger warning, mention of abuse and death⚠️

Chapter Characters: Severus Snape, Lily Evans, Evan Rosier, & Female oc

"This place sucks!!" Evan shouted out in the middle of the mall.

Lily smacked Evan on the head "Language!"

"English"

"Shut up!" Severus shouted out "You guys are causing a scene" He added his breathing becoming a bit uneven and his body slightly shaking. Clair let go of Severus's hand and walked towards Lily and Evan. She took hold of their hands and quickly bit the both of them as hard as she could before making her way back to Severus. Both Lily and Evan let out a scream and quickly pulled their hands away from clair. "What on earth was that for!?" Lily asked in a annoyed tone.

Clair hugged Severus tightly and stuck her tongue out at Lily. "Alright that's enough" Sev said and gently ruffled Clair's hair "Let's just keep shopping" he added softly. "Yeah the quicker the better, I really hate this place" Evan stated as he began to walk off in a random direction. Lily, Severus, and Clair quickly followed suit to insure Evan couldn't be able to ditch them.

"Can we get ice cream?" Clair asked softly while shyly looking up at the three adults. Lily and Severus fawned and almost teared up at the way Clair was. Evan sighed and simply picked up the little girl "Let's go feed you ice cream while they weep" He said and walked off.

Severus shook his head and grabbed hold of Lily's hand before following Evan. Clair wrapped her arms around Evan's neck and hid her face as people made quick glances in her direction. "I wanna go home" Clair said quietly "Great me too" Evan said before making his way to the entrance "Wait a minute we haven't finished shopping" Lily said a bit loudly. "Too late" Evan said before walking into the crowd to hide from Lily and Severus.

"Now hang on!" Severus shouted out and attempted to follow Evan but the attempt failed since he couldn't see Evan or Clair anymore. "Great they're gone" Lily said in annoyed tone. "I'm gonna kill Evan, I'm gonna kill him and people we believe he was a child snatcher" Severus said as his body began to shake slightly.

"Ok now hang on, let's not kill Evan. Chances are he went back to the car" Lily said softly hoping it would calm down her brother. She didn't want him to kill Evan mostly cause Evan buys them things whenever they ask. Plus he helps supplies her with poisons and doesn't ask why even tho he wants to.

"I'll think about it" Severus said through gritted teeth. "If you kill him we won't have someone to buy us food whenever we get drunk" Lily said "Plus he also slashes the tires to cars of the people we don't like when we don't have the time to do it ourselves" She added while smiling

Severus began to chuckle and was soon full on laughing which caused a few heads to turn and face them with questioning looks. "And we're off!!" Severus shouted out as he grabbed hold of Lily's arm and ran off towards the main entrance. Lily giggled as she ran alongside her brother happily.

The pair ran out of the mall and quickly looked around "So uh do you remember where we parked?" Severus asked while clinging to Lily's arm. "Pfft of course I do...." She said "...we parked somewhere" she added while laughing nervously.

Before Severus could say anything a dark blue 67' Chevy Impala pulled up in front of them and the drive window rolled down. "Excuse me ma'am, mister can you point me in the direction of the ice cream shop?" Evan asked in a joking matter. Clair sat in the backseat and began to giggle uncontrollably.

"Give us a ride and we'll show you were to go" Lily said while trying not to giggle herself. Severus on the hand was trying to stifle his laughter. "But of course" Evan said while smiling, both Lily and Severus chuckled and quickly got into the car.

"And we're off!!" Clair shouted out happily as Evan drove off.

~Small Time skip~

Back in the Prince resident the three adults and small child sat in the backyard admiring the garden that Severus spent his time creating. Clair happily ran around in the backyard trying to catch a few butterflies that had taken a liking to the beautiful garden. Lily was following Clair and pointed where the butterflies where whenever Clair lost sight of them. The two girls where giggling as more butterflies began to appear.

Severus was watching his sister and his little girl play in the garden his lips forming into a soft smile. He was so busy at watching both Lily and Clair that he had failed to nothing the concern look that Evan was giving him. Eventually Evan decided to speak what was on his mind, clearly still curious as to where Clair came from.

"How did you get her?" Evan asked with curiosity and kept his voice low to keep Lily or Clair from hearing. Severus turned to face Evan and gave him a confused look but then looked away "It doesn't matter She's here now and she's mine. I won't let you or anyone else take her from me" He spoke in a cold hushed tone that sent a shiver down his own spine.

Evan continued to stare at Severus unsure of what to make of his answer but he wasn't going to let this topic be brushed off so quickly. "She had bruises on her, What happened?" Severus turned to face Evan his eyes showing no type of emotion "If I told you then you'd have to meet the same fate as Clair's parents did" Severus said his voice sounding dark.

Despite the dark aura Evan felt coming off of Severus his curiosity continued to grow "What did you do?" Evan asked as he stared deeply into Severus cold dark eyes. After several seconds Severus's eyes filled up with pure excitement and his next words left Evan shocked and speechless "I made them go away, they hurt Clair so I made them go away" He said happily and grabbed hold of Evan's shoulders "I made sure they won't come looking for her, I made them pay for their sins. I sent them to hell" He added while smiling like a bloody maniac.

It took Evan a moment to realize what Severus was saying to him and he wasn't sure what to say but before he could speak Severus continued "They'll be all over the news soon, people will see what I did to them and maybe then people will learn a lesson from all this. They aren't my first victims and I'm certain they won't be my last~" He spoke that last sentence in a teasing tone right in his ear. Severus moved back and looked into Evan's eyes once more.

"You're my friend and I hate to see you go but I don't need people knowing I'm the one playing god" Severus said his smile fading and the dark aura seemed to only intensify. "I promise I won't tell" Evan said which simply made Severus smile. The dark aura that surrounded Severus seemed to vanish almost completely the minute he had promised to keep quiet.

Evan always wondered what it felt like making a deal with the devil well now he had gotten his answer. He watched his friend stand up from his seat and walk over to the two girl who were still chasing butterflies completely oblivious to the words he and Severus exchanged. Despite hearing the voice in his head telling him to run or call the police, he stayed seated watching both Lily and Severus play with Clair.

He remembered the state Clair was in when he first saw her, she was covered in bruises and her nails where chipped with dried blood on them as well as a few pieces of wood in between them. Lily had managed to bandage Clair up and cover most of the bruises with makeup to avoid people thinking they were the ones to hurt the little girl. 'They hurt Clair, so I made them go away' those words echoed through his mind and he smiled.

Evan's mind pictured Severus killing the girls parents and he couldn't help but laugh. If those people were capable of hurting a little girl who was their own flesh and blood then they didn't deserve to live. Evan wanted to ask Severus about the other people he had confessed to killing but he knew that later on tonight he would get his answers. He slowly stood up and walked over to the trio, he quickly picked up Clair and spun her in circles.

She began to laugh uncontrollably all while Lily and Severus picked a few flowers and tossed them up in air around them. Evan laughed softly still holding Clair in his arms. Just moments ago he had learned that his best friend was a killer but given his friend's life history it wasn't shocking. Now Evan was making plans in his mind to help better protect his friend and his new child. He'd also have to better protect Lily cause if he was right then he was sure that she knew what Severus did.

'I promise I won't tell' echoed in his mind and that was a promise he planned to keep for the sake of his two friends and for the safety of the little girl who was happily putting flowers in his hair that were given to her by Severus.

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captains-price · 3 years

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I’ve been on AO3, reading the same 3-4 bottom Karl fics that are there! (It’s really SO sad how little there is)

Let’s play some more on Ethan dragging Karl off to a shadowed part of the village to pull that cockring off. If he’s willing to do that in a public space then what else is he willing to do?

Anything, of course. He would love the thrill of being tucked away somewhere with Karl that anyone could come across. Behind a house, tucked in the back of a barn, in the confessional of their church. He would be eager to drag Karl away at a moments notice and get his hands and mouth on him; turning it into a game of sorts. How much can he do and get away with before Karl can’t hold his noises back anymore?

Pinning Karl against a wall behind a villagers house and fingering him until his legs give out; having Karl fall to his knees in the church confessional and suck his cock while a sermon is going on; pulling Karl out of the factory and to the center of the village in the middle of the night to spread him out and fuck him at the base of the fountain. Hell, he would even push him to his hands and knees in the graveyard if he was in the mood. Anywhere where they risk someone walking by. Ethan knows no one would call them out on it if they did see them (The leader of the village and one of his Lords? They wouldn't dare) but he loves how red Karl gets every time and how hard he tries at keeping himself quiet.

Chris though? Chris likes to play hunter and prey. He loves the thrill of hunting Karl down wherever he is and getting the drop on him. Sometimes there is a fight, which only gets the blood pumping, but in the end Chris would pin his prize down and get to have his way with him.

His favorite is when Karl isn't even in the village, but checking up on the lycans in the surrounding forest. That is when he gets to have the most fun. Karl knows the instant Chris has set his sights on him, feeling that thrilling tingle run down his back, prey knowing instinctively that a predator is eyeing them from the shadows. That is when he runs. Darting through the trees as quickly as he can, heart hammering like a jackrabbit when he hears Chris' deep baritone laughing as he gives chase.

The only light the two men have is the moon, but it's more than enough for them and Chris never loses sight of Karl even once. Sometimes he draws it out, letting the smaller man think that he's gotten away or that he's tripped Chris up, but it always ends the same way: Karl tackled down to the forest floor with Chris holding his hands down with one hand, the other tugging hard on his hair to yank his head back and bare his neck in submission.

And Chris can wait. He rides out the kicks and the snapping teeth and the punches to his chest and shoulders; he is a boulder, unmoving and resolute as Karl wears himself out before going limp with a defeated whimper and spreading his legs so Chris can claim his prize.

After those nights Karl would go home the next morning covered in bites, bruises and dirt but feeling oh-so satisfied.

And more on Karl switching up who he sleeps with! I can see in the beginning that he doesn't even tell the two men what he's doing. Ethan is tender when he wants to be, but it's not like they're dating or have confessed anything to one another (but god does Karl want to, he just doesn't want to ruin things between them in case Ethan doesn't feel the same.) (He is a fool, of course Ethan feels the same) so he's free to sleep with whoever he wants. He would think that he's keeping it from the both of them, but Ethan and Chris would figure it out real fast. It's not like it's a big village and Karl turning up in their beds with marks they didn't give him would be major hints.

At first they both think that Karl found someone unknown to sleep with and they're jealous. Who else would he go to for what they can give him themselves? It would take one night of drinking for them to realize that they're both talking about Karl. After that it's easy to agree to share and confront Karl about it. That would be the first time that they all sleep together. (Later on Ethan takes Karl back to his home and confesses his feelings for him. Karl almost cries when he's told that he's loved and wanted and happily tells Ethan that he loves him as well)

The first time they manage double penetration is a few weeks after they started sharing Karl in bed. Ethan had been training him for it by having him take bigger and bigger dildos, often keeping them inside of Karl all night long to help his body get used to the stretch and burn. Chris' method was slipping in a finger or two alongside his cock whenever he fucked Karl; something that always sent the smaller man over the edge and had him begging for more.

The night they actually attempted it Ethan had bought two new bottles of lube and started the night off with one of his favorite pastimes by opening Karl up with his tongue and fingers, making sure he was easily taking four before having him lay on Chris back to front and have Chris slide into him and hold Karl close while Ethan gently worked his fingers in alongside Chris' cock. It took time and patience, but in the end Ethan had four fingers in and Karl was struggling not to come all over himself, begging and sobbing for more.

The hardest part was Ethan sliding in alongside Chris. Not because of pain, but because Karl just couldn't stay still. In the end Ethan had to gather his wrists and pin them to Karl's chest while Chris held Karl under his thighs and kept him spread and still while Ethan fucked into him.

This was the best way to wake up lmao thank you and I’m sorry I just now managed to get around to replying!

And I know! It’s literally insane to me how little content there is, at this point I’m about ready to write it myself but this does give me serotonin for now

Dude I love thinking about the different ways Karl would get fucked and how slutty he would become and Ethan dragging him to multiple places out in the open and making him shake in pleasure has got me WEAK

I like to think that because Karl is so inexperienced with sex as a whole before Ethan that it didn’t even occur to him that sex in public would be something so exciting until they were having dinner out in the village one time(do you think there are communal places to eat there? Idk, there are now) and Ethan started groping him under the table, making karl choke and start spitting up his water he happened to be sipping on. He was immediately turning red and looking around to make sure no one saw but Ethan is sitting next to him with not a care in the world and looking so smug, and then he continues to feel him up.

Karl would normally never care about making a scene in public but since the death of Miranda he’s sorta been trying to redeem his reputation as one of the four lords in the village, so he doesn’t want his new villagers to know that Ethan is driving him wild with his a hand rubbing his inner thigh and grazing his dick. And the place is not even that crowded, but Karl still bites his lower lip hard enough to draw blood so the server and possibly even chef won’t know what’s going on.

He can’t help but let out a few sounds here and there, anytime rubs his dick a little longer and harder than usual, which Ethan would eat up. He’s so smug about how well he has Karl under his thumb and it’s radiating off him. At one point, Ethan leans in close to tell Karl what a good boy he’s being and bites his ear, and Karl really can’t help but let out a whimper at that point and nearly comes right there but he manages to stamp it down, still too embarrassed at the thought of coming in public. He does hear Ethan talk to somebody, maybe someone asking if Karl is okay, if they’re done with their food(he hopes so much that they are so the torture will end), or some other kind of lame thing he doesn’t care about, either way, he can’t make out their words, too blissed out to pay any mind to.

After what feels like an eternity, Ethan leans back close to his ear, once again singing his praises(did I mention i feel like Karl has a praise kink, cause I think he would), saying that he’s being so good and keeping his sounds down so no one but Ethan gets to hear his moans. But then Ethan changes it up by trying to let his sounds out, now rubbing harder and faster, because wouldn’t he like to put on a show for the villagers? Let them know how pretty he sounds and exactly who it is that he lets fuck him? Maybe even let one of them join in because Karl is such a cockslut after all

And then Karl comes, letting out the barest hint of a moan, not enough to be suspicious but louder than he would have liked. Ethan turns his head to kiss him deep for a minute or two, and then he pulls away, he licks up the blood on Karl’s lower lip and Karl feels like he could come again just from that, but settles for whimpering again instead. So now, sex in public is a thing they do and Ethan loves it, so does Karl but he has a harder time admitting it lol

I love the thought of Chris playing hunter and prey with him though!

I like to think that that was how they started sleeping together lol Chris just showing up at his factory and Karl actually thought that he came to try and arrest or kill him again but Chris didn’t even know why he ended up at his factory until they broke out in a fight and Chris managed to pin him down with his wrists above his head and in between his legs, he saw how heavily Karl was breathing and how flushed he became(most likely because of their fight but it’s hard to focus either way) and the next thing they knew, Chris was kissing him senseless and grinding his hips against his. They have fast and hard sex and Karl has a hard time hiding his limp and explaining this marks to Ethan when he sees him again.

And then it just continues like that, Ethan getting him on most nights for either slow, long, and maddening rounds of sex or the kinkiest shit imaginable that has Karl feeling it in his lower back for days after. And then the nights scattered throughout the week where he’s in his factory or in town or the woods alone working on one of his many projects and he’ll suddenly get a feeling of being watched and he knows Chris is around.

Karl likes to think he gives as good as he gets and doesn’t make it easy for Chris to catch him, giving a good chase until they’re both breathing heavily with lungs on fire. Karl loves that especially, shows that Chris is not quite the super soldier he makes himself out to be and even though Chris still thrusts into him like he’s trying to fuck him through the earth, karl feels like he’s the one who wins in the end.

Some nights, Chris catches him quicker, almost immediately and he’ll tease Karl about, going a bit slower since he still has all his stamina but just as hard as always. He’ll say things like if Karl really wanted to, he could just use his metal to get Chris off him and then get away. But he never does. Not once in their chases does he use his metal, only his own physical abilities, and that’s how Chris knows he wants to get caught, that he’s secretly hoping to get pushed down, used like a sex doll, and powerless for once. It’s not like he isn’t strong, but he didn’t want the powers in the first place and so for a while he can just pretend Chris really can tie him down and fuck him good. Chris’s words always go straight to his dick and he comes quicker and more often on those nights.

And then the double penetration comes and Karl realizes just what a size queen he is. They don’t do it every night since Karl needs some time to recover the following day, it’s almost becomes a thing they save for special occasions and Karl begs for it every time.

The thing is, Ethan has Chris beaten in length but Chris has such a thick girth that it made them all a bit weary to try double penetration at first. But when Karl started taking bigger and bigger dildos and still begging for more, they knew he could handle it.

It ends up being easiest to have Chris enter him first after Ethan takes his time to open him up, that way, they get the biggest thing out of the way first and can just work in some fingers alongside Chris’s cock. When Ethan enters too, Karl is letting out choked sobs and moans at the feeling of being so full but he’s also pretty sure he’s in heaven.

They used a pretty generous amount of lube in the prep work and added even more when they start moving, which helps pretty well with the pace they set, which just so happens to be, different

While Chris fucks him, he does it as fast and hard as always but makes sure every thrust hits his prostate exactly which drives him insane, but Ethan is more measured with his thrusts, going as deep as he can and then rolling his hips to grind against Karl’s ass. The twin sensations of being fucked at such different paces has Karl’s chest heaving and screaming and begging for release. Which they do grant him but after like, an hour. It’s the hardest Karl comes in recent memory.

Karl pretty much loses his voice afterward so Ethan and Chris shush him and kiss him sweetly when he tries to say something and work out what he needs in a different way. And of course, because I am a sucker for proper aftercare, Chris carries him to the bath(quite a large bath and built into the floor, big enough to fit all three of them comfortably, nothing but the best for one of the lords) and they both take their time to wash the come and sweat off him and then carry him back to bed after, Karl in between them, and they take their much needed rest.

#this is more than I’ve written for anything in like 2 months so I thank you for getting my creative juices flowing again #mine #resident evil #tw nswf

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First Date

* I went overboard and wrote Giyuu a story consisted of 2,101 words. Please enjoy!!! *

Warning(s): manga spoiler alert up ahead

Pairing(s): Tomioka Giyuu x female! reader

"What do you guys think? Do I look okay in this yukata?" Y/n shyly steps out of the room to show her two best friends, Shinobu and Mitsuri.

"Wahhh!!! Y/n, you look so beautiful that I couldn't even recognize you!" Mitsuri cries as she runs up to hug y/n very tightly in her arms.

While Mitsuri fawns and rubs her cheek against y/n's cheek, Shinobu wasn't that happy at all.

"If you ask me, I think that you're just too good for Giyuu. He doesn't even deserve you a bit!" Shinobu turns her head away, looking very unpleased.

"Don't be like that, Shinobu. He deserves to be loved just like anyone else, and I love him very much." Y/n couldn't help but gushes about how much she loves him.

"Okay, I get it! I get it. Don't say it anymore!" Shinobu cuts y/n off before she can start and declares her undying love for Giyuu. Shinobu finally gives y/n a smile.

"Come on, let's hurry, y/n! Giyuu's probably waiting for you right now!" Mitsuri gently tugs her out of the room.

"Hey! Don't forget to bring your sword, y/n!!! Who knows if there will be a demon out there during the festival!" Shinobu reminds her so that she doesn't forget just because she's on a date with Giyuu.

"Okay, I'll make sure to bring it with me!" Y/n quickly puts her sword away in a carrying bag and carries it along with her.

"Sorry for the wait, Giyuu!!!" Mitsuri calls out in a cheerful voice, as she drags y/n to him.

"Y/n. Be sure to tell me how your date with Giyuu went, okay?" Mitsuri softly whispers into y/n's ear before she leaves y/n all alone with Giyuu.

"You better take good care of her, Giyuu!!!" Mitsuri yells at him one last time as she leaves them all alone.

"Should we get going then, Giyuu?" Y/n asked him in a very bashful voice. "Hmm." Giyuu nods his head and they went on their way to the festival.

"The festival looks so beautiful! Look at all of those beautiful lanterns!" Y/n couldn't help it but be mesmerized by it.

"You look much more beautiful than all those lanterns," Giyuu mumbles in a quiet voice while watching her smiles. "Hmmm? Did you said something just now, Giyuu?" Y/n turns her head around to look at him.

"It's nothing. Please be careful, y/n." Giyuu gently pulls y/n to his side before someone can bump into her. "Oh! Sorry, Giyuu." She apologized.

"Let's hold hands before you get lost in the crowds." Giyuu timidly offers his hand to y/n. "Okay!" Y/n happily grabs onto Giyuu's hand as they begin walking.

Y/n smiles very bashfully as she steals a few glances of Giyuu. Giyuu's also trying not to show the enormous blush that is on his face as they continue to walk.

They stop by a few stalls here and there, to see what kind of items the stalls have. They went to the mask stall to tried out a few masks for fun.

Y/n wanted to see Giyuu wear a fox mask because she heard that Urokodaki gave one to Giyuu in the past. But of course, if he doesn't want to then, she won't force him.

After all, Giyuu didn't have many happy memories of his past. The fox mask will just remind him of how he lost his best friend named Sabito.

Giyuu didn't want to see y/n looking so sad, so he puts on the fox mask for her to see. Y/n smiles with glee when Giyuu wears the mask. They both then take turns wearing the masks, smiling and laughing at each other.

After they finally left the mask stall, y/n's stomach happens to growl. Giyuu turns to look at her. "I'm sorry, Giyuu! I was too occupied and worried about what to wear for our first date, that I forgot to eat something!" Y/n felt so embarrassed as she told Giyuu the truth.

"It's okay. Wait here for me, y/n. I'll get us something to eat." Giyuu leaves her by the mask stall and went to go to the food stall.

As y/n patiently wait for Giyuu to come back, her Kasugai crow came by and warns her about a demon nearby their area. The demon happens to escape the other demon slayers and went hiding somewhere in the festival.

The crow didn't give her details about the demon besides its location as it flews away. Giyuu also got the same warnings from his crow too. Even though it's their day off, they both split up and went to go find the demon.

As y/n scan the area looking for the demon, she happens to come across a lost child. "Are you okay, where are your parents?" Y/n walks up and stoop down to the little boy, looking very concerned.

"I was walking around with my parents until I run off to go look at the toy stall. By the time I turn around and look, my parents were gone." The boy cries as he tells her about what happened. Y/n hugs the little boy and pats his head trying to comfort him.

"Okay, how about I help you look for your parents? Sounds good?" Y/n tries to cheer him up. "Okay." The boy wipes away his tears and nods his head to her.

"My name is y/n, what's your name?" Y/n ask the boy. "My name is Hiroaki." The boy replies. "Okay, let's go look for your parents together, Hiroaki! I bet they're very worried about you right now!" Y/n hold Hiroaki's hand as they walk.

They went to every stall looking for the boy's parents, but they still haven't found them yet. The boy was looking around, until when he saw someone who looks like his father walking by.

"Father!!! Father, wait for me!!!" The boy let go of y/n's hand and runs off after that person into the crowds.

"Wait, Hiroaki!!! Don't just run off like that! It's not safe!" Y/n also runs after Hiroaki, making her way through the crowds. Hiroaki continues to follow that man, who looks like his father and is now heading towards the woods.

Y/n's panicking because what if the demon comes and attack the boy.

"Father, wait for me!" Hiroaki still chasing after the man. The man finally stops and turns around to face Hiroaki. "I finally found you, father! Where's mother?" Hiroaki finally stops and huffs as he catches his breaths.

"Father? Who are you calling father? Oh, wait. You're probably that man's son then?" The man laughs very sinisterly with fangs popping out as he makes his way towards Hiroaki.

Hiroaki is now very scared of the man, shaking with fear as the man slowly approaches him. "You're not my father, then who are you? Why do you look like him? Stay away from me, you monster!!!" Hiroaki backs away quickly, trying to create a gap between him and that man.

"Me, a monster? HAHAHA!!! That's right, I'm a monster! Or should I say a DEMON!!!" The demon transforms back into his original form and makes a dive at Hiroaki, trying to slash him with his sharp claws.

Y/n came right in time to unsheath her sword and deflect the demon's attack.

"Tsk!!! Another pesky demon slayer again?!" The demon jumps back away from y/n and clicks his tongue with irritations.

"Are you okay, Hiroaki?" Y/n stands in front of him, protecting him from the demon. "Y/n!!!" Hiroaki cries out in relief when he sees y/n.

Y/n quickly turns her head around to give Hiroaki a big smile, for a split second then she turns her attention back onto the demon.

"No wonder why you're able to escape from the other demon slayers. You're a shapeshifter demon." Y/n points her sword at the demon, getting into her fighting stance.

"Hiroaki, I want you to go hide behind that tree for me." Y/n quickly ushers Hiroaki to take cover, so that she can fight without worrying about him.

"Okay, y/n." Hiroaki nods his head and scrams away from the battleground so that he doesn't get in her way.

"Now, that's out of the way. Let's begin!" Y/n dash towards the demon, closing the distances between them.

"If you think that I can only shapeshift, then think again!!!" The demon changes his attack and uses a different blood technique to strike her down. He solidifies his blood before throwing them like needles at her.

Y/n quickly dodges and deflects them. She launches her attacks at the demon, but he blocks them by solidifying his blood and using it as a shield.

Y/n continues her barrage of attacks at all different angles, hoping to land an attack on the demon.

"For a non-breath user, you're pretty fast and quick. You have my applauses and my praise! But, playtime is over!!!" The demon then solidifies the blood on his arms and swings it at her.

Y/n manages to block the attacks, but she's no match for him in terms of physical strength. Y/n blocks another attack but got knocked off her feet.

"Let's end this!!!" The demon is about to deliver the final blow when someone comes right in between and deflects his attack, yet again. The person standing in front of her is no other than Giyuu.

"Giyuu!" Y/n calls out as he stands in front of her. "Sorry that I'm late. Are you okay, y/n?" Giyuu apologizes to her. "I'm okay. You came just in time to save me." Y/n stands back on her feet again, this time preparing to fight alongside with Giyuu.

"Be careful, Giyuu. This demon can shapeshift and solidify his blood. He can throw his blood like needles and uses them as a shield too." Y/n tells Giyuu about what she observed during her fight with the demon.

"Got it." Giyuu nods his head.

"ANOTHER DEMON SLAYER AGAIN?! WHY DO YOU GUYS KEEP ON SHOWING UP, ONE AFTER ANOTHER?!" The demon got even more enraged than before and charges at them.

Both Giyuu and y/n prepare for the next demon's attack. They both quickly dodge the attacks and perform a side slash to the demon's neck before he can do anything.

After the demon disintegrated, y/n signed in relief. "Hah, thank god we defeated the demon." Y/n wipes her forehead as Giyuu cleans his sword before putting it back in its sheath.

"You're not hurt, are you?" Giyuu walks up to her and checks for any injuries.

"I'm fine, just a few scratches only." Y/n shows him all of her scratches on her arms and legs.

"Thank goodness that I came just right in time, or else I don't know what am I going to do without you." Giyuu looks at her with a frightened expression.

"I'm fine because of you, Giyuu! Plus, I will never leave you behind, ever." Y/n gently held Giyuu within her arms. After reaffirming each other with their presence, they finally let go of one another.

"Hiroaki, you can come out now. The demon is gone." Y/n calls out to the boy to let him know that it's safe for him to come out.

The boy nervously comes out behind his hiding spot and approaches them.

"Are you okay, y/n? You're not hurt, are you?" The boy looks at y/n with full concerns. "I'm okay! I just got a few scratches here and there, but overall I'm okay!" Y/n shows her scratches to Hiroaki while smiling at him.

"Let's head back to the festival and find your parents again, shall we?" Y/n wipes her sword and puts it back in its sheath. Y/n then offers to hold Hiroaki's hand. They all make their way back to the entrance.

As soon as Hiroaki's parents saw them, they ran up to them. "Hiroaki!!!" His parents run up to hug him.

"Mother!!! Father!!!" Hiroaki cries in their arms. "Don't you ever dare wander off like that ever again!!!" They have finally reunited again.

"Thank you so much for taking care and looking after my son, y/n. We can't thank you enough." Hiroaki's parents were extremely thankful to her as they left.

Giyuu and y/n reported their success to their crows and sent them back to Oyakata-sama.

"All ends well! Shall we get back to the festival, Giyuu?" Y/n looks at Giyuu with a big smile. "Let's head back. I want to make it up to you for all the times that we lost during our date." Giyuu offers his hand to y/n and they continue their date once again, smiling together with hand in hand.

#kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #kny x reader #kny imagines #tomioka giyuu #giyuu tomioka x reader #tomioka giyuu x reader #giyuu x reader

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rovvboat · 5 years

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Painted Flaws - Colossus/Piotr Rasputin x villian!Reader

Part 2

A/N: i’m dead AGAIN(in a good way) from writing this. Hope you enjoy from the bottom of my heart. A lot more to come!

Let me know how you feel about this series!

Word count: 4.1k

Warnings: nothing too outlandish

Summary: You’re a villian with a moral grey area. You meet Piotr at an art exhibit, but both of you are there for completely different reasons. Though the attraction was inevitable, will it be enough? A growing passionate love wrought with secrecy, both of you try to move through this maze. But when the ball drops, what will you choose?

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Piotr types furiously at his phone, only putting it down on the table to get ready for the day. He walks into the kitchen, dressed in denim jeans and a nicely ironed navy-blue Polo shirt – brought together nicely by a brown leather belt. The sudden change in fashion prompts the occupants of the room to look up from their towering plate of pancakes and syrup.

‘’Looks like someone’s going out. Wow… You never leave the mansion, much less in your human form. Where are you off to?’’ NTW asks, mouthful of cereal. ‘’Could it be… that you have a date?’’

‘’You look nice Colossus!’’ Yukio complements from next to NTW.

He gives her a smile – before the unmistakable notification tone sounds from his phone, and the screen is on his face within seconds.

[Try not to look too handsome. Don’t want anyone else’s eyes on you but mine 😉] 11:24AM ̬̬

He grins at the screen and huffs, his thumbs at work again, typing out a response.

NTW and Yukio watch, completely entertained by this new side of Colossus – previously never seen. Their mentor was now looking like teenager about to go on his first date.

‘’Wow, Colossus. Using your phone at the breakfast table. Whose bad influence got you doing such despicable things?’’ NTW feigns a teacher’s concern. Piotr looks up from the screen, suddenly aware of where he was, and immediately put his phone away.

‘’Sorry about that, that was rude of me.’’

‘’Woah, it’s fine, Colossus. I was just teasing. Who’s gotten you in such a good mood this morning? Wait, don’t tell me. Is it that Hot Art Studio Attendant from a week ago?’’

Colossus looks away, flustering a weak response and trying to derail the conversation.

‘’Holy shit–‘’

‘’Language please, NTW.’’ Piotr chides half-heartedly.

‘’No wait, it is them? That’s great, Colossus! Where are you taking them? Well, by the looks of your dressing, I’m guessing somewhere casual.’’

‘’Is it a picnic?’’ Yukio asks in her sweet voice.

Piotr chuckles. ‘’You girls really are quite the detectives. I was thinking of bringing them to the carnival downtown, but… I am not one for… thrilling rides or rollercoasters… and the foods there can be very unhealthy.’’ He confesses.

‘’Hmmm well if that is what you planned, maybe you could try it out first. See if they’re enjoying it. If not you both could discuss something else to do.’’

‘’That does sound like a good way to go about it.’’ He contemplates to himself. ‘’Alright. Please take good care of the mansion. I am off for my… date.’’ Piotr gives a shy smile, as he walks out the door.

He books a cab to your place, and arrives an hour early. As the cab rumbles off onto the main road, his eyes look ahead and onto the street, and he scans his surroundings. It’s a charming little neighbourhood, with trees swaying leaves that looked like flowers. (How were they pink? But somehow not be flowers?) Piotr mentally scratches his head.

His gaze happen upon a quaint little flower shop at the corner of the street.

Perfect

The doorbell hung at the top of the door gives a cheery ring through the store as Piotr enters.

‘’Hello and welcome to Bert’s Flower House! How may I – Wow.’’ The shopkeeper stops in his tracks, his face awestruck by the man before him.

‘’Hello.’’ Piotr greets the keep – who seems to be in his 20s – whilst unaware of the effect he’s had on him.

‘’I am here to buy some flowers. I was thinking about getting a few that are beautiful, yet easy to handle. I also have a list of colours I would like to get–‘’ Piotr unfolds a piece of paper; scribbled on it were all the names of the prettiest combination of flowers and carnations that he thought would look beautiful – ‘’3 stalks of blue roses…’’ He continues, before the shopkeep interrupts him.

‘’Woah woah, slow down, good-lookin’. Now tell me. Which date is this one? Is it the first date? The second date? Or the ’I’m asking you out with a flower’ date? The ’oh shit it’s their birthday and I forgot something’ date? Or…’’

Piotr listens, amused and wide-eyed, at the surprising number of dates the shopkeeper was very clearly adept at handling. Piotr brings both hands up in a polite gesture to signal that it wasn’t any of those.

‘’It is only the first date.’’ He says sheepishly.

‘’Ah! Then maybe a simple, single rose would do the trick…

Is what you would think is the right answer. But it’s not!’’ The shopkeep smacks the counter in dramatic fashion at the last word. Piotr jumps back slightly, before responding earnestly.

‘’I was thinking the same. My date… they are… most beautiful. My words fail me, but I would like the flowers to be as beautiful as they are.’’

The shopkeep eyes Piotr with renewed interest. ‘’Well then, follow me.’’

Piotr strolls along the long rows of flowers and plants, taking in the myriad of colours he would – normally – have on the surface of his artist palette – drying out – as he hastily works on his art projects; hunched in the closet-sized room that he had, painstakingly, converted into a musky makeshift studio.

The shopkeep strides ahead, his quirky sing-song kind of voice filling the air.

‘’Different flowers have different meanings. Roses, of course, mean intense love. Daffodils symbolize new beginnings. Morning glories are beautiful, and they also signify affection. Here are some right now–‘’ he points to a row of fresh beautiful low-lying shelf filled with baby blue morning glories – ‘’They’re me and my sister’s favourite flower. ‘Morning. Glory.’ How majestic and optimistic does it sound, right?’’ He says, basking in the untamed charm of the flowers.

‘’They look splendid. And I think that they would go wonderfully with 2 stalks of roses.’’ Piotr ponders. ‘’Yes, that is what I would like to purchase. 2 stalks of the most strikingly red roses you have, surrounded by a good number of the blue Morning Glories.’’

The shopkeep raises his eyebrows tentatively. ‘’That… actually looks like it’s going to look pretty good. I’m impressed.’’ He regards Piotr with approval, before heading to the back of the stores and gathering the order in a nice arrangement of cerulean glories and two red roses.

He brings them to the front counter and places the flowers gently onto a translucent crafting paper, skillfully wrapping around the exposed stems – and bringing to life the exact display of flowers that Piotr had envisioned.

His eyes light up as the shopkeep secures the bouquet with a scarlet red ribbon, fastening the middle in a perfect bow.

‘’That’ll be–‘’ the shopkeep pauses as he taps lightning fast onto the register– ‘’$26.99 – but since you were so open to listening to my recommendations, I’ll bring it down to $16.99.’’ He winks.

Piotr grins as he pays for his purchase. ‘’Thank you for telling me. You were of much help to me today! I’ve forgotten to ask. What is your name?’’ Piotr holds out his hand.

The shopkeep smiles, and accepts the handshake. ‘’I’m D.K. It was definitely a pleasure to meet you Mr…?’’

‘’You may call me Piotr.’’ He smiles back.

Piotr walks towards your apartment building, excitement building alongside his nerves. Each step he takes makes his stomach lurch. He inhales in a sharp breath and slowly puffs out the air – in an attempt to calm his nerves, before jogging up the stairs to the second floor – veering towards the door at the far left, and stopping right before his hand raises in a fist, ready to knock.

I really hope she enjoys today.

He gives three solid knocks on the door, and he hears the telltale clunks of the door opening. You open the door and stand in the doorway, wearing a bright yellow sundress, patterned with white flower patterns snaking around your front, with matching chic navy blue heels. You had your hair falling loosely, framing your face beautifully.

Piotr looks at you, awestruck, mouth-agape; which causes you to giggle and swat playfully at him.

“Gosh Piotr, don't just stare at me like that.” You go to push away a stray strand of hair from your face.

“Sorry I… you look wonderful, dorog– Y/N.” He stutters at the end, which puzzles you – but you wave it away.

“You look splendid as well, Piotr. We even match! See?” You loop an arm around his, and gently thumb at his shirt.

He brings out the hand he was hiding behind his back, revealing the bouquet he had gotten.

Your smile widens at the sight of the beautifully arranged flowers.

“Oh my Gosh, Piotr they're… so beautiful! You even got me morning glories? They're my favourite!” You take it from his hands and put your nose close to them, getting a whiff of their fragrant petals.

“I am very glad that you like it, Y/N. But they are not even close to your beauty.”

You purse your lips together, before demanding light-heartedly, ‘’stop it! Now, let’s get going! The carnival waits for no one!’’ You tug at his arm, and he follows behind you, chuckling at your blushing red face and insistence at him to not compliment you.

The sun blasts down your backs by the time you arrive. You stand in line with Piotr; your ears pick up on the rumbling of rollercoasters and the squealing laughter of children, exciting you to no end.

When you finally entered the carnival, the smell of popcorn, caramel and all things sweet, fried and unhealthy assaults both your noses, but in the best way possible. You make a beeline for the giant cotton candy machine, and Piotr watches you - a fully grown human - standing in line with a bunch of screeching children half your height, and he laughs to himself. The sight was beyond endearing.

You walk next to Piotr, arm in arm, eating your cotton candy - periodically pinching a few clouds off the mass of cotton candy and feeding him, even though he protested at first. He was surprised to find the feeling of it dissolving in his mouth to be satisfying.

You did it with such routine that, somehow – as he was looking around the carnival games – he had his mouth open for you expectantly. You watch him, waiting for him to realise that the sweet wasn’t coming, and as if on cue, he looks at you – registering what just happened – as you crack up at the scene before you.

His face feigns betrayal, before gifting you a deep, rumbling laugh that fills you with warmth – and you find yourself wanting to spend more time around him, laughing, smiling – whatever it may be.

You go a few rounds at the various booths, effectively failing at every one – cue a montage of poorly aimed rings at the ring toss, and awfully close calls at the basketball throws; followed by groans of disappointment, and Piotr watching patiently, amused at your eagerness to play – before you finally reach the softball throw. The objective was to smash the ball through a small, circular layer of paper. Piotr takes up the task, and focuses at the ready.

He throws the first baseball right through the paper, and it crinkles open loudly in victory. He does it 2 more times, with exceptional ease, winning you one of the bigger prizes – a pink tiger as wide as your arms would be if they were outstretched. You squeal, clapping delightedly, as the gamemaster hands you your prize.

‘’Wow, I didn’t know working on a farm would get you so good at aim and throwing. And damn, your muscles must weigh more than any of mine.’’ You inspect his biceps, poking and prodding at them, and look up at him with admiration, clutching at your pink tiger. He lets out a bashful laugh, and you could do nothing but let yourself be completely enamoured by him.

You hear shrieks of exhilaration in the far distance, as the rumbling of the rollercoaster gets closer and closer. You stare at it, and Piotr watches the excitement and adrenaline visibly growing around you. You turn back to him, face bright and eager, before the dreaded words roll off your tongue.

‘’Let’s go on that one.’’ You state, smirking. You had no idea he was squeamish about these things, or that he gets motion sickness easier than most people do. His lip contorts, and you see the uncertainty sit on his face. You nudge at him to get his attention.

‘’You scared of heights?’’

‘’No, it is not… the heights… I don’t think I could handle being thrown around the air like that...’’ He nervously rubs the back of his neck.

‘’Have you ever tried?’’

‘’No… I have not.’’

‘’Well then, that’s more than enough reason for you to do it, right? First time for everything. But hey, I’m not going to force you into it.’’ You get closer, and whisper low into his ear. ‘’But maybe I can sway your decision in my favour.’’ You give him an impish smile. Piotr’s eyes widen at the proposition, but before he could say anything, you’re pulling him into the Performer’s Only section of the circus tent.

You miraculously find what you’re looking for. It’s a makeshift changing area, separated by a long temporary partition.

‘’Y/N, Are you sure–‘’

You turn your body towards him – arms rushing to snake around his neck – before planting a kiss right as he was about to retaliate. His face, surprised at first, mellows into one of focus – his eyes slowly shut, lowering his neck for you to reach him – and he’s completely under your spell within seconds.

It’s hot, and it’s stuffy, under the small tent – but it only adds to the risky nature of it all.

Your lips brush against his, your head tilting, as you savour more and more of him – your soft moans humming against his lips. You tease him with your tongue, and he takes the bait – hastily cupping your face between his hands – as you both get a taste of each other.

Cotton candy.

Your hand slowly trails runs down his neck. His taut chest simply irresistible - as was the rest of him. The light touch of your fingers through his shirt sends shivers down his spine, and you find it such a waste that he didn’t have it off.

His hands now find themselves on your waist; pulling you, closer, deeper into the kiss. The heat rises from both your bodies, and you feel sweat trickling down your back.

Before you could pull away, his hand gently floats across your butt, down to your thigh, as he hitches one leg around his waist. He holds you close, hand steady at your lower back, as he stands, the rough denim of his jeans so utterly close to your core – and you feel a rush of arousal.

‘’Piotr…’’ You hum, your breathing low and laboured, into his ear; as he trails, inch by inch, down your neck, his lips never gone for too long from your skin – nibbling and sucking gently, causing you to giggle under your breath.

You brace for what’s to come next, when

‘’Who’s there?’’ A deep voice sounds out. Your body tenses, and Piotr looks at you, eyebrows raised in alarm.

Busted.

You promptly bring down your leg, smoothing down your dress, as Piotr’s head swivels in the direction of the voice.

‘’You’re supposed to be at the show already! Hurry up and get your asses to the performance’’ The voice grumbles.

You impersonate a surprised and hasty voice, ‘’Yes sir! I’ll be there right away.’’

You finally breathe a breath of relief when you hear a few grunts, and the eventual sound of footsteps leaving the tent. The both of you book it out of there, and when you were finally a good distance away, burst into laughter.

‘’I… cannot BELIEVE he fell for that!’’ You force out the words between a snickers and hearty laughter.

‘’I saw that coming, but I did not think we would get away with it.’’ Piotr admits, as you both finally calm down from the event.

‘’Okay, now for the main event. You ready?’’ The excitement in your voice was hard to mask, and Piotr didn’t want to refuse any of your wishes.

‘’Of course, Y/N. But I am only doing this for you.’’

Your face shows a hint of red. And he smiles at you. You tiptoe up closer to him, giving him a light peck on the cheek. ‘’You’re the absolute best.’’ Before dragging him long behind you towards the thriller of a ride.

You return home, gripping a nauseated Piotr by the waist with one arm – guiding his hulking body back towards your apartment. He has one arm over you, while the other covers his mouth – his face twisting in a way that showed that he was resisting the compulsion to puke.

The floorboards creak as you stop at your door. You swiftly dig into your bag and grab your keys, quickly unlocking the door, and usher him into the living room.

You walk slowly, one arm still held steadily onto him, towards your bed. His body tenses, and he stops walking. He moves his hand from his mouth to your dresser to steady himself.

"No, please… I will only be needing your restroom. I do not want to intrude." He grimaces, his voice strained.

"No, you need to rest, Piotr. And you're not intruding. I'm happy to have you here. Please, lay down on the b–"

He bolts towards your bathroom before you could finish, and you hear the unmistakable sound of retching and vomit hitting the water. You grab a cold glass of water and a towel, and walk briskly into the bathroom.

His massive form is hunched over the toilet, waiting for the next uprising of hydrochloric acid, bile and partially digested carnival food. You can’t help but feel bad for convincing him onto the coaster.

You settle down on your knees next to him, pressing one hand down on his back, stroking up and down his back reassuringly, encouraging him to let it all out.

He heaves, and the last of it comes out and into the toilet.

"That's it, big guy. Here, wash your mouth with this." You hand him the glass of cold water. He looks at you, his forehead sweating from the sudden heat, and he takes a big swig of the water, gargles, and spits out the residue back into the sink.

You give him some time in the bathroom, while you prepare some hot water and bland foods for him.

The bathroom door unclicks, and he steps out into the laundry room adjacent to the kitchen. You peek over the wall and beckon at him to come over.

He walks over to where you are, and leans against the counter, as he observes, with a rather dazed look, your back and forth from the kettle to the cabinets.

The way you tiptoe as you reach for a small light blue sachet on the second shelf. Your fingers slowly peeling it open, before dumping the contents into a tall empty glass, then moving back to the kettle to fill it up with the warm water.

And how you're now holding out the glass, waiting expectantly for him to take it. A sense of comfort rushes over him.

"Drink it up real slow so that you don't upset your stomach..." you advise. He takes the glass from you and takes a small mouthful.

"Thank you so much for the hospitality, Y/N. But I feel that I am intruding into your space, maybe I will get going." He says, fatigue still etched in his voice. He was still sweating even though you had the A/C on - he clearly wasn't feeling all that well. You frown at him.

"Nonsense, Piotr," you chide, as you move closer towards him - pressing the back of your hand onto his forehead, "look, you're even burning up. You're always welcome to stay, and especially now. C'mon, you'll feel better once you're rested."

It took a little more convincing to get Piotr to lie down on your bed and rest, much less get him to take a nap.

You sit next to him, once again checking his temperature with the back of your hand. His tousled hair was sticking to his forehead, and you fondly move them out of the way. You fetch him a towel soaked in cold water and use it to wipe down his face and neck.

‘’I’m so sorry for making you go on the ride, Piotr…’’

He brings a hand to your wrist.

"It is alright, Y/N. It was a carnival… Of course you wanted to go on the ride. But I just… do not want you to remember our first date as something like this..." He says coyly.

You look at him, and your face softens. You bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek, and letting a thumb gently stroke his skin. "Piotr... Let me take care of you today alright? You're unwell. I know you'd do the same for me, and you'd go above and beyond. So, let me do this small thing for you alright? I would love to just be at home with you like this too." You give him a sincere smile.

His foggy eyes stare back at you, and his body relaxes as he nods, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier.

"Good boy." You tease lovingly.

He goes in and out of sleep, and when he’s awake for longer than a few minutes you encourage him to eat a banana or two. You stretch out your legs on the bed, letting your back rest on the headboard.

You look up when Piotr shifts next to you, peeling back the fruit, and before you could say a word, half of the banana disappears in a second. You laugh heartily, as he looks at you – wide-eyed and cheeks puffed – moving in circles as he chews on the big bite of the fruit.

‘’Da?’’

You keep your adoring eyes on him, beaming at him like a the sun in the mid-morning sky.

What are you doing to me, Pete?

He lays back down - with only the sound of you tapping on your keyboard filling the silence. He watches the ceiling, before his voice rumbles through the stillness. He sounds sleepy, but continues, his speech slightly hazy.

"I'm sorry if today wasn't as... eventful as you expected it to be."

Your head perks up at his apologetic tone. "Are you kidding? It was so fun at first, but the heat was killing me. I'm glad to be back home. At least now we're both comfy. It's still a pretty good date in my books.” You give a reassuring smile, putting a comforting hand onto his. Piotr’s lips curl into a faint, drowsy smile as he is pulled, once again, back into slumber.

You can't help but let the scene set before you bring warmth into your chest. Just being next to him, there was solace to be found.

A full hour goes by, and it's 5pm. You quietly work on scheduling your shipments, sipping on your coffee as you sat – legs outstretched, completely relaxed – next to Piotr. There was absolutely no where else you would rather be.

It had been a long time since you've brought anyone home, and Piotr seemed harmless and – though you'd never admit it – you actually cared for him.

Your phone rings, and you hastily slide the answer button so as to not wake Piotr up. You walk out of your bedroom and into the living room. The person on the other end had already ended the call, and when you look at your screen, you’re greeted by a text instead.

Unknown Number: [Sleeper-1. Strbs. 10 Bs. D-O. 30m. V-E-Ru] 5:24PM ̬̬

You curse under your breath, but work was work. And it took precedence to anything else in your life.

You walk back into your room, and gently rouse Piotr from his deep sleep; he moans as his eyes slowly flutter open. You could tell his head was still all fuzzy from waking up, but you talk to him anyway.

“Hey, baby, I've got to go run an errand for a bit. You sleep as long as you need to. I'll be back in an hour okay?”

Piotr mumurs a deep note of acknowledgement, before hugging his pillow and promptly falling back asleep.

Well, that's good enough of a response.

You bring your palm to his head, and gladly note at the receding fever. You place a soft kiss on his forehead, and watch as his eyes scrunch a little and his lips curl into the faintest smile.

You change into a dark grey turtleneck and jeans, before grabbing your essentials – burner phone, lighter, pocket knife hidden under your top, and a trusty… protein bar?

You’re pretty sure you weren’t the one who put it there, but it was definitely a welcomed addition.

And you were off. To possibly do more harm than good.

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Judy's 1st Viewing **Note: This story was inspired from one of Brentwoodsociety's posts** ==================== Kevin Williams punched the button and spoke into the phone. “This is Kevin” “Mr. Williams, This is Jason Sanders in maintainence” the voice on the phone replied. “I saw your notice on the bulletin board in the break room about viewing your daughter, and wanted to say I am interested.” Kevin smiled. “Glad to hear it!” Kevin replied. “I'll be able to show her Monday evening, Let's say around 6:30. You can have dinner with my family first.” Kevin could tell Jason would accept almost before he answered. And he was proven right. “That will be great, Sir. I'll need to let my supervisor know I need some time off for it” Not to worry, thought Kevin. He'll have his daughter married in no time. “l'll swing by and pick you up. Be there a few minutes before 6” Kevin said then hung up and called home. Robert, Kevin's youngest son answered the phone. “Hello. Hi Dad.” was his pleasant reply. Robert was always a happy go lucky kind of guy. “Mom can't come to the phone right now. Sure, I'll let her know asap.” and hung up. “who was that” his sister, Judy asked, looking up from the laundry she was folding. “Dad.” Rob answered, then strolled to their parent's room to give his mother the message. Monday morning at breakfast, Judy almost choked on her juice when she heard the word she so dreaded. VIEWING!! “I don't want to be VIEWED” the words came out before she could stop them. “Now, ja ja,” her Father scolded in his usual firm & soothing tone. Using the pet name he gave her back when her maintainence spanking first began. “You know girls aren't to speak unless spoken to. This will have to go in your discipline journal.” Kevin remembered her trying to plead her way out of a punishment, when the riding crop first smacked her bare & budding breasts, and the cry that came out. Since then, ja ja had been his pet name for her. Maureen sighed inwardly. 'Honestly', she thought to herself. 'that man is always too soft on her. She's going to be a handful for any man that'll have her' After 20+ years of marriage, and having been born & raised in the brentwood society, this was one woman who, unlike their daughter, knew to keep her mouth shut. “This is Kevin” Kevin spoke into the phone that afternoon. “It's me, Quinn” his older son answered. “Mom is concerned about judy. She said that girl should've been home ½ an hr. ago.” Silently, Kevin's face fell into his free hand. “Knowing that brat, she probably ran off somewhere.” Quinn continued. “She couldn't have gone too far. Go around the school and see if you can spot her. If you do, call me. I'm heading out now to check with some of her friend's parents.” “Got it” Quinn said & hung up. 20 minutes later, Kevin's cell rang. Its caller ID showed Robert was calling. “Found her” He said as soon as his Dad answered. “She's at The Hungry Fox.” The only Chinese restraunt in the Brentwoodsociety. 10 minutes after that, the waitress brought a tray to the 3 girls seated there. “More tea for you two,” the waitress stated nervously in her broken English. “Shackles and gag for bad girl.” she finished, setting the items in front of judy. The bad girl almost choked on her tea. Looking past the retreating waitress, her fears were confirmed. Without a word, she put the shackles on, per the orders written all over the men's faces. Judy could feel all eyes on her as Quinn secured the black ball gag in her mouth. Black meaning she was in BIG trouble. The 12 minute trip home seemed more like 12 hours to her. “Flog her tits?” Robert asked his brother. “No, Dad doesn't want marks on her before her viewing” Quinn responded, a bit annoyed at Robert's constant suggestions for their sister's punishment. “Tawse her palms?” “No” “Cane her feet?” judy's eyes widened as Quinn thought about that one. More creative than the other suggestions his brother came up with. “We'll cross that bridge after her viewing” came the stern voice of her disappointed Father. When they got home, Quinn said, “I need to get back to work. Let me know how it goes” and gave his sister a light swat. “I gotta admit, I like the idea of the nipple clamps. They don't leave any marks.” Tearing his gaze away from his sister's firm breasts, Quinn turned & got into his car. Leading her by the wrist into the house, Kevin considered some of the suggestions he heard on the way home. Maureen met them at the door. “I'll be back in time for dinner,” Kevin told her. Handing the keys to her shackles, he turned to go. “Make sure she stays home” He ordered. “Yes sir” Maureen responded with a curtsy. She was already prepared for that order. Kevin got back in his car and pulled out of the driveway. * Skip past posting and resume just before supper. * “You can call me Kevin tonight. Just remember to address me at work as Mr. Williams.” In Kevin's car, Kevin was fighting off a headache now, thanks to his little ja ja. After Jason had left, Kevin was going to have to address that situation. On his way to pick Jason up, he'd been on his cell, making the plans to deal with it. The conversation with Jason had been pleasant, which helped a little bit. “Hi Dad” Robert said as they came in. “Mom, They're here” he called into the kitchen. Maureen came out right on cue. “Hi Dear,” She curtsied to her Husband. “This is Jason” Maureen curtsied to him. “Hello Sir.” Then she told her Husband dinner will be ready in 5 minutes and everything else is all set. Kevin smiled lovingly to her. In her room, well secured to her bed, judy could hear them all talking pleasantly and enjoying themselves. Reality was starting to set in. She was going to be displayed to a potential husband. And there was nothing she could do about it. Having been raised in the Brentwoodsociety, she knew this day would come. Now she was starting to see the futility in trying to hide from it. Her mother came in and knelt in front of her. “I hope you thought about what I said earlier” “Yes, Mother. I'm sorry” came the meek reply. “What's my punishment gonna be?” “You'll have to talk to your Father about that later. Right now, put on your best smile and come with me.” Maureen undid her daughter's bindings, none too gently. Then led her by her wrist into the Dining room. The men were having a pleasant conversation when the women came in. Kevin saw them first. “And here's the life of the party; my little ja ja” he announced proudly. “Hello Sirs” Maureen curtsied to the men. Then judy did the same. “Well, if you wish, she can serve dinner now.” “Why do you call her ja ja?” Jason asked. “That came from one of her first disciplining.” Kevin answered casually. “Dad whipped her tits!” Robert interjected, earning a disapproving look from his Dad. Jasons eyes went to the front of judy's dress, causing her to turn a bright red. “Sorry” Robert said humbly as the men took their seats at the dining room table. “And I cropped them.” he corrected. “She just got her training bra and it went to her head.” Jason nodded knowingly. “I bet she really raised the roof there.” He said. “Would you like a glass of milk, Sir” judy asked Jason sweetly,despite her embarrassment. He held out his glass to be filled. The other men did the same. A minute later, she served the men their dinner. Then knelt by the coffee table alongside her mother, waiting for the next instructions. The next hour was filled with questions and answers about judy's food preparation skills, her normal routine, past training and punishments. Then Robert excused himself, left and returned a minute later with a camera. “Time for the main event” Kevin said when his youngest son returned with it, taking pictures almost every step of the way. “Maureen, the table needs clearing” Kevin commanded his wife. Without a word, Maureen got up and started clearing the table. “I can see where judy gets her looks from” Jason complemented. “Judy, it's time.” Without a word, the prospective wife turned and began removing her shoes & socks, Robert's camera snapping pictures of his older sister's progress. He was really enjoying this. He'd gotten pictures of each shoe and sock as they came off. Then the buttons of her plaid blouse and candy apple red face with tear filled eyes. When it was the matching skirt's turn, Robert stopped her. “I want to get a picture from behind you” He commented. Judy held her pose until she was told to continue. Jason was enjoying the show as well, but couldn't hide his disappointment when she stopped and stood in her bra & panties. 30 minutes later; after posing in several different positions, the 2 men went into the library for a quick discussion. Kevin opened the discussion. “Feel free to speak your mind” “Well” Began Jason, a bit reluctant to speak his mind. He liked what he saw but there was something that bothered him. “She does have a great body. Nice smile, firm little butt, and perky tits.” He paused, not sure which direction to go. Then spat it out. “I was hoping to see her nipples and pussy. Couldn't with the bra & panties on.” After a moment's thought he concluded; “I need to think about it for a while. I'll let you know in a couple weeks.” Kevin was almost expecting this. In his gut, he knew that allowing his ja ja to keep her panties & bra was a mistake. Especially since it wasn't that time of the month for her. “I understand. Let me know what you decide within, oh… shall we say a couple weeks.” They agreed and left the library. While the men were discussing the girl, Maureen knelt behind her daughter. “It's time to let you know,” she spoke softly into her ear. “If he decides to want you, your punishment won't be as bad than if he rejects you.” Judy stiffened at these words. “We'll find out in a few minutes. But for right now, just turn yourself over that foot stool.” With that she went into the kitchen while Robert took another picture of his 3 yr. Older sister. As the men passed by the kitchen, Kevin told her it was a “maybe” decision. Maureen knew what that meant. 15 minutes later, Maureen sat at the dining room table and called to her daughter. “It's a maybe decision. Which is going to be handled as a rejection.” Fear filled judy's stomach and tears filled her eyes. Kevin came back to the dining room to find judy trussed up on the table, minus her bra as instructed. He sat down in a chair close to her head. “ja ja, I'm sure you know what this prospect's decision was.” He stroked her cheek and brushed some hair away from her eyes. He accepted the riding crop Robert got from the coat closet. “I was thinking of reducing the amount for your breasts, but if I do that, I'm afraid you won't learn your lesson.” Now the trussed up girl was wide eyed and open mouthed in fear. Kevin gently pushed her mouth closed and stood up. If he accepted you, then you'd only have gotten 25 on each foot, instead of 25 on each boob as well. We'll begin with your feet.” Robert held his camera up, showing he wanted to capture this as well as his sister's viewing. Robert nodded his permission. In the kitchen, Maureen flinched at the first sound of the riding crop striking flesh and the scream that followed. Almost dropping the dish she was drying. She nodded to nobody in particular. 'About time you were firm with that girl' she muttered to herself and continued her chore of cleaning the kitchen. When the noise his sister was making from her punishment finally stopped, Robert went to upload his pictures onto his computer. The next morning, Kevin's daughter limped into the kitchen. “Good morning, ja ja” He greeted her warmly. “Good morning, sir.” came the weak answer from the girl, still hurting from last night's punishment. “Before you grab some breakfast, be a sweet heart and return Mr. Childress his riding crop.” People weren't leaving for work yet, judy noticed as she limped next door. Riding crop in hand. 'Daddy is only doing this to humiliate me' she thought while trying to stretch her T shirt down past the top of her thighs and ring the doorbell with her other hand. The door opened and a tall muscular man stood inside, looking the little waif of a woman up & down. “Here is your riding crop back, Sir,” judy curtsied. “Thank you, for helping my Daddy” she told him, per Kevin's instructions. When she got back home, Quinn met her as she closed the door. Without a word, he led her to her room, got a fresh pair of panties out of her drawer and gave them to her. She knew through experience, she was to change into them. Her cute little mouth fell open when she saw the shackles her older brother picked up off her dresser. “Dad wants you wearing these for 2 weeks.” He told her. Then knelt to fasten them to her ankles. Awkwardly limping back to the kitchen, she wondered what else awaited her for her errant ways.

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