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Buzz Kill | Loki x Female Reader

Loki (Marvel) x Doctor Who

When the Doctor decides to crash a party at a mansion in the 1920s, the last thing you expect it to involve is a murder, a mystery and Agatha Christie.

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Words: 6.1k

Warnings: death: minor characters

A/N: This is part one of what was meant to be one whole chapter but due to the length I decided to split it into two separate parts, so I apologise for the abrupt ending. Also Loki is dressed as Thomas Sharpe in this chapter, hence the gif.

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You were currently in the TARDIS wardrobe getting dressed for a 1920s party which Donna and the Doctor had decided to crash. You had picked out an elegant lilac flapper dress, which had layered skirts on the bottom that fell just below your knee, embroidered flowers decorated the left side near your hips, where a velvet plum coloured ribbon was tied loosely. You paired it with some silk champagne coloured gloves which reached your elbow and a band of gemstones wrapped around your head like a crown.

You pushed back the dressing room curtain to find Loki waiting for you with his shoulder lent against the wall and his arms crossed over his chest. His gaze lifted as soon as he heard the hooks of the curtain scrape against the metal bar and he immediately stood to attention as he took in your appearance, while you took in his.

He was dressed lavishly, in a long black velvet coat, over a silk black waistcoat, with a pocket watch and a matching silk ribbon tied into a bow around his neck, which the collar of his white dress shirt barely peaked out of.

“You look ravishing, my dear.” His voice dropped and caused your stomach to flip as he stalked towards you, your feet glued to the spot where his eyes pinned you until his large hands were grasping your by your hips and tugged you close, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders to balance yourself.

“And you look absolutely stunning, I fear I won’t be able to take my eyes off of you during the whole party.” You confessed, while you played with the hair at the back of his neck.

“You’ll hear no objections from me.” The God smiled proudly.

“We’ll be late for cocktails!” The Doctor impatiently shouted as he knocked on the other side of the door to the spacious wardrobe.

Loki rolled his eyes with a sigh as he took a step back to offer you his arm in a gentlemanly manner.

“Shall we?”

***

“Okay, ground rules.” The Doctor stated as soon as you were all stood outside of the TARDIS, in a green shady area behind a large mansion, whoever was having this party was very well-to-do.

“Rules? We never had rules before.” You frowned, still by Loki’s side with your arm tucked into the crook of his elbow.

“We weren’t all on the run before either.” Touché, you thought as the time lord continued, addressing Loki directly this time. “Try to keep your use of magic to a minimum, we know they can use it to track you.”

“And you know the rest,” he addressed all of you, “no changing history, don’t tell anyone where we’re from, don’t abuse your ability to time travel for gambling etc... etc... you get the gist. Now, I think we have a party to crash.” The Doctor offered Donna his arm, much like Loki had to you, before they lead the way to the back of the mansion with you and Loki following in toe.

It was a gorgeous summers day, the air was warm but not too humid as a fresh breeze occasionally cooled your skin.

You heard the sound of piano music playing from a gramophone as you approached a group of waiters who were smartly dressed in tuxedos, they gathered around a set of straw chairs and tables in the back garden of the mansion.

Strung between trees over head, hung decorative red lanterns and a long table covered with a pristine white cloth was filled with an assortment of various fruits.

“Good afternoon!” The Doctor raised his hand as one of the waiters approached your group.

“Drinks, ladies and gentlemen?” The waiter courteously offered.

“Sidecar, please.” Your auntie answered, making her tone sound slightly more sophisticated than usual.

“Uh, a lime and soda, thank you.” The Doctor requested, before the waiters eyes fell on you.

“Oh... erm, a singapore sling, please.” You decided and followed the waiters eyes as he looked to Loki for his order. You noticed that Loki was now wearing a pair of dark round, silver framed sunglasses to protect his eyes from the bright sun.

“I shall have the same.” Loki copied your order and the waiter swiftly left to prepare your drinks.

“I like these,” you complimented Loki’s sunglasses as you squinted up at him, the sun getting in your own eyes.

With a discreet wave of his hand, an almost identical pair were resting on your own nose, relieving your eyes from the harsh sun. As soon as you parted your lips to remind him not to use his magic, he lifted his finger to his own lips which were lifted into a subtle smirk and your words immediately died on your tongue.

“May I announce Lady Clemency Eddison!” A butler hollered, as he escorted a middle aged, blonde woman wearing a midnight blue cocktail dress into the garden where you were all gathered.

“Lady Eddison!” The Doctor held out his arms, as if greeting an old friend.

“Forgive me, but who exactly might you be and what are you doing here?” She politely asked him, her speech indicated her class and wealth as she took the Doctors hand in her own as a form of greeting.

“I’m the Doctor, and this is Miss Donna Noble of the Chiswick Nobles, her niece and Sir Loki of Asgard.” The Doctor introduced you all one by one. “We were thrilled to receive your invitation, my lady. We met at the Ambassador’s reception.” He smoothly lied as he held up his wallet containing the psychic paper.

Easily convinced by the fake invite and too polite to acknowledge that she clearly had no recollection of meeting the Doctor, Lady Eddison smiled.

“Doctor, how could I forget you?” She feigned realisation. “But one must be sure with the Unicorn on the loose.”

She made her way over to a waiter who was holding a silver platter of champagne saucers and helped herself to one, as you all followed behind her.

“A unicorn? Brilliant! Where?” The Doctors interest spiked, as did yours.

“The Unicorn. The jewel thief.” She clarified and your shoulders slumped, for a second you had thought she was talking about an actual unicorn, obviously you knew they weren’t real but anything was possible when traveling with the Doctor.

“Are unicorns real on Asgard?” You looked at Loki, hoping that you didn’t sound crazy but if he could conjure up sunglasses out of thin air surely anything was possible.

“Unicorns? No.” Loki softly chuckled. “We do, however, have winged horses. The Valkyrie, an army of female Asgardian warriors, used to ride them into battle.” Loki explained.

“Oh wow.” You gasped with amazement at what Loki told you and his lips stretched into a proud smile, delighted that he could impress you with stories of the world he grew up in.

A waiter approached you all and served you the cocktails you ordered on a silver platter, the ice rocks clinked against the glasses as you each lifted your drink from the tray.

“He’s just struck again.” Lady Eddison continued to explain about the jewel thief. “Snatched Lady Babbington’s pearls right from under her nose.”

“Funny place to wear her pearls.” Donna commented, causing you to splutter on your drink as you stifled your giggles.

As you enjoyed your drinks the butler announced more guests as they made their way into the garden. Lady Eddison’s husband and son, Hugh and Roger, the son pushed his father in his wheelchair, a beautiful young socialite called Miss Robina Redmond and a Reverend known as Arnold Golightly.

You turned to put your glass down on one of the tables, as the condensation of the cold glass was beginning to make your silk gloves wet, when a sudden eruption of applause caught your attention.

A blonde lady in a blue and golden embroidered frock humbly approached the group.

“Agatha Christie.” She said as she held out her hand to Donna, greeting her first.

“What about her?” Donna replied as she accepted the woman’s hand.

“That’s me.” Agatha clarified and Donna’s jaw fell slack.

“No! You’re kidding.” Donna gasped in disbelief.

“Agatha Christie!” The Doctor smiled as he enthusiastically shook her hand, “I was just talking about you the other day! I said, I bet she’s brilliant! I’m the Doctor, this is Donna. Oh! I love your stuff! What a mind! You fool me every time, well, almost every time, well, once or twice, well, once. But it was a good once!”

“You make a rather unusual couple.” Agatha observed.

“No, we’re not married!”

“Yeah we’re not a couple!”

The Doctor and Donna spoke in unison.

“I’d stay that way, if I were you. The thrill is in the chase, never in the capture.” Agatha advised.

You felt Loki’s arms slide around your waist as he pulled your back into his chest.

“I beg to differ.” Loki whispered lowly and his lips brushed the shell of your ear, igniting a pleasurable flutter within you.

You turned around in his arms and put your hands on his chest to push him away as you stepped back, above his sunglasses you saw his brows draw together and he opened his mouth to speak but you beat him to it.

“How can you say for sure if you haven’t chased me yet?” You questioned him, as you continued to back away with a playful grin.

Loki simply raised one eyebrow as he tilted his head and brought his sunglasses down his nose, to look at you from over their rim. “Is that a challenge, darling?”

“It might be.” You shrugged.

“My dear, you have no idea what you’re getting yourself into.” Loki warned you, with a smirk that only enticed you further, so you didn’t listen.

You immediately took off as laughter bubbled in your chest and there was an ever so slight rush of adrenaline coursing through your veins. You headed directly towards the open doors of the mansion and Loki was hot on your heel.

Donna and the Doctor turned their heads and watched the pair of you run off after they heard you let out a squeal around uncontrollable laughter, they looked back at the party when they realised all the guests had fallen speechless over your unbecoming behaviour.

“Young love.” Donna tilted her head and scrunched her nose in an ‘aw’ expression and it was enough to get the guests to return to their previous conversations.

The sound of your feet heavily hitting against the tiled floor of the mansions entrance, bounced off the walls of the narrow hallway. You snatched your sunglasses off your face as your eyes adjusted to the dullness inside the mansion, in contrast to how bright it was outside.

Your eyes caught a grand staircase at the end of the hallway and immediately ran towards it, when your foot reached the bottom step you glanced over your shoulder to find Loki was already halfway to the stairs, his sunglasses also removed from his face and you felt a spark of adrenaline through your abdomen, spurring you on to move quicker.

You had to pause at the top of the stairs to momentarily catch your breath, but quickly moved on once you heard Loki’s footsteps getting closer. It was when you turned down the left corridor that you realised you made a mistake, a dead end.

You startled with a shriek when Loki’s arms finally caught you around the waist and he manoeuvred you so that your back was against one of the doors, you were laughing the whole time until your eyes connected with his once he caged you in and you saw the carnal desire hidden in his dilated pupils and your breath hitched.

“So... what’s your verdict?” You questioned him, your voice breathy as you were still panting.

“I’ll admit, the chase is certainly thrilling, however,” his tone lowered, “now that I have captured you, you’re mine to do with as I please and that is far more thrilling.”

You swallowed as your stomach did summersaults while tingles shot up from the base of your spine and you weren’t panting from exertion anymore.

Instantly his mouth was moving against yours, as he fumbled with the doorknob beside your hip, to push the door behind you open. He was already supporting your weight with his arm steadily wrapped around your waist, so you wouldn’t lose your balance as he walked you into the unknown room as his lips slowly trailed from your mouth, down your jaw and to your neck.

While Loki was distractedly kissing you, you let your eyes flutter open to examine your surroundings, from the bookshelves that lined the walls you gathered that it was a library, as your eyes continued to roam they fell onto a large mahogany desk and then– you screeched with terror.

“Oh my god!”

Loki immediately lifted his head from the crook of your neck as he checked over you with wide worried eyes, seeing your stare was focused behind him, he looked over his shoulder, prepared to protect you from whatever had struck terror through you, only to find the lifeless body of an elderly man on the floor in front of the desk.

He immediately switched your positions, so your back was turned to the body, he wrapped you in his arms and he soothed you with gentle strokes down your back.

“We have to tell the Doctor.” You told him, once you composed yourself, you felt Loki nod in agreement as he pulled you under his arm and swiftly guided you out of the room.

***

“Did you touch the body?” The Doctor urgently asked as he rushed through the door to the library. You followed in toe along with Loki, Donna, the butler and Agatha Christie.

“No, we came to you as soon as we saw it.” You answered the Doctor, as you stood off near the corner of the room with Loki beside you, feeling a lot more calmer now that the initial shock had worn off.

The Doctor put on a pair of glasses as he knelt over the body and examined it.

“Bashed on the head. A blunt instrument. Watch broke as he fell, time of death was a quarter past four.” He concluded, before he rose to his feet and started searching through papers on the desk with the hope of finding more evidence.

“Nothing worth killing for in that lot. Dry as dust.” He mumbled to himself.

“Hold on. The body in the library? I mean, Professor Peach, in the library, with the lead piping?” Donna said to the Doctor, as he continued to search through the desk and you realised you had been wrong to compare the deaths in the Dark Ages to Clue, this was literally Clue.

“Let me see. Gerald?!”

“Saints preserve us!”

“Oh, how awful.”

Lady Eddison, Roger, the Reverend and Miss Redmond came spilling into the room, upon hearing about the body.

“Someone should call the police.” Agatha Christie spoke above them all.

“You don’t have to. I’m Chief Inspector Smith, from Scotland Yard, known as the Doctor.” The Time Lord said as he held up his psychic paper for all the guests to see. “Miss Noble’s the plucky young girl who helps me out. Go into the sitting room, I will question each of you in turn.”

“Come along. Do as the Doctor says, leave the room undisturbed.” Agatha ushered everyone out, leaving only you and Loki behind with Donna and the Doctor.

“The plucky young girl who helps me out?” Donna repeated the Doctors words with mockery as soon as the door shut behind all the guests.

“No policewomen in 1926.” The Doctor easily explained from where he was lying flat on his stomach on the floor, searching it for clues.

“Doctor, why aren’t we getting the real police?” You asked as you moved towards him and Donna.

“Well, the last thing we want is PC Plod sticking his nose in. Especially now I found this.” The Doctor shot to his feet, holding up a stick in his hand to show the three of you the residue which stuck to the end of it. “Morphic residue. It gets left behind when certain species genetically re-encode.”

Donna looked at you. “The murderers an alien?”

“Which means one of that lot is an alien in human form.” The Doctor explained as he nodded his head towards the door to signal that he meant one of the party guests.

The Doctor began making his way out of the library and you all started following behind.

“Think about it. There’s a murder, a mystery and Agatha Christie. Isn’t it a bit weird? Agatha Christie didn’t walk around surrounded by murders. Not really. I mean, that’s like meeting Charles Dickens and he’s surrounded by Ghosts at Christmas. Next thing you know, you’ll be telling me it’s like the Murder on the Orient Express, and they all did it.” Donna spoke, as you all moved around the mansion.

“Murder on the Orient Express?” Agatha suddenly appeared from under one of the doorways.

“Oh, yeah, one of your best!” Donna complimented the authors work.

“Not quite yet.” The Doctor subtly corrected Donna.

“Marvellous idea.” Agatha considered.

“Yeah, tell you what, copyright Donna Noble, okay.” Donna winked at Agatha, who in return gave her a strange look.

“Anyway! Agatha and I will question the suspects. You, Loki and Donna, search the bedrooms. Look for clues.” The Doctor instructed, before he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Anymore residue. You’ll all need one of these.”

The Doctor proceeded to reach into the inside pocket of his jacket and handed each of you a magnifying glass.

“It’s like Scooby Doo, and we’re Mystery Inc.” You said enthusiastically.

Loki looked at the magnifying glass like had personally offended him meanwhile you were looking at him through yours, making certain parts of his face bigger and chuckling at the results.

“Is this for real?” Donna asked, looking at her magnifying glass.

“Right then! Solving a mystery with Agatha Christie, brilliant!” The Doctor smiled with excitement.

“How like a man to have fun while there’s disaster all around him.” Agatha scoffed.

“Sorry, yeah.” The Doctor mumbled as his smile awkwardly fell.

***

You and Loki had paired up to search for clues, while Donna searched by herself.

“We should return of the library and see if we can find a trail of the residue to follow.” You decided. “It might lead us to some more clues.”

“Lead the way, Detective.” Loki stepped aside and allowed you to walk ahead of him back to the library.

As you entered the library, your eyes momentarily lingered on the professors body in front of the desk. Sensing your hesitation, Loki put his hand on your shoulder.

“We can search for clues in another room, if you would prefer.” He gently offered, but you shook your head.

“No, I’m fine,” you turned to Loki so that he could see you weren’t lying. “I was just thinking, shouldn’t he be covered with a sheet or something?”

“Why?” Loki didn’t follow.

“It’s... dignified, I guess?” You answered without complete confidence, as you weren’t sure if that was the exact reason you saw people cover bodies with sheets in films and TV shows, but you were certain that it felt like the right thing to do and it was enough to convince Loki as he nodded.

“I’ll get a sheet from one of the rooms, I’ll be right back.” He planted a kiss on your forehead before leaving and you turned back around to face the room to start searching.

You searched near the fireplace and your eye caught the remains of a burnt piece of paper, it was only about the size of a bottle top but you picked it up and examined it suspecting that it might be worth interest if someone had thrown it into the fire to be destroyed.

Using your magnifying glass to help you, you read the single word on the piece of paper and discovered it said ‘maiden.’ You kept it in your palm and rose back to your feet when you heard Loki return to the room, in his arms he carried a white sheet, which he likely stole from one of the bedrooms.

“Find anything?” He asked, as he shook the sheet out over the professors body before he guided it down slowly until it was covering him completely.

“A piece of paper in the fire.” You held out your glove covered palm as you approached Loki’s side and his eyes fell on it. “I figured, if someone had thrown it into the fire with the intention of destroying it, it must be of interest.”

Loki looked at you with a proud smirk, which caused you to beam and cast your eyes downward.

“Would you look after it though? I don’t have any pockets.” You asked him.

“Of course, my dear.” He took the paper from your palm between his forefinger and thumb and snuck it into the tiny pocket in his waistcoat behind his pocket watch.

Suddenly you heard your auntie screaming and yelling for the Doctor and you immediately began running towards the sound of her voice, Loki chased behind you.

On your way, you caught up with the Doctor and Agatha Christie and all four of you continued running to Donna’s rescue.

You caught her running out of one of the bedroom doors screaming, before she abruptly pulled it shut behind her, her attention turned to the four of you as she heard the sound of your feet galloping towards her.

“A giant wasp!” Donna cried.

“Oh my god, is that it? I thought someone was trying to kill you.” You sighed with a mix of annoyance and relief.

“It was!” Donna claimed dramatically.

“Don’t be silly, it’s only a little insect.” Agatha shook her head at your auntie, who looked about ready to slap all of you.

“When I say giant, I don’t mean big! I mean flippin’ enormous!” She raised her voice for emphasis, before she gestured to the bottom of the door. “Look at it’s sting!”

“Oh...” Your eyes widened with realisation as they landed on the abnormally large sting that was lodged halfway through the bottom of the door.

There was no doubt that it would’ve killed your auntie instantly if she had been stung by it.

“Let me see.” The Doctor pushed past to open the door and everyone followed in behind him. “It’s gone.”

When you entered the room, the stale smell of dust immediately surrounded you, the room appeared as though it had been untouched for decades, dust and cobwebs covered almost every surface.

The Doctor rushed to the only window in the room, which was completely smashed through, indicating that was how the giant wasp made it’s escape. You realised it was also how it made its entrance when you heard the sound of broken glass crunching beneath the Doctors shoes as he returned to the door to examine the large sting.

“Don’t touch it!” The Doctor warned all of you and you felt Loki’s fingers wrap around your wrist to pull you closer to his side to ensure you didn’t go anywhere near the sting.

“Giant wasp... well, tons of amorphous insectivorous life forms, but none in this galactic vector.” The Doctor thought out loud as he pulled out a test tube and used a stick to scrape some syrup like substance that was dripping from the sting into it.

“It’s lost its sting though, that makes it defenceless.” Donna said, she was crouched beside the Doctor.

“Creature this size, got to be able to grow a new one.” The Doctor told her.

Another scream carried through the mansion which had you all immediately rushing to find its source, you and Loki held hands as you ran behind the Doctor who made it down the stairs and outside to find Lady Eddison’s personal maid on her back, one of the stone carvings of the mansion had fallen on top of her and she was barely alive. The gravel stone of the drive slid beneath the Doctor’s feet as he rushed to her side.

You all circled around her as she struggled to say her final words.

“The poor... little... child.” She rasped before her head lulled to the side and her eyes fell vacant as the life drained from behind them.

You all lifted your heads to look up when you heard the sound of loud buzzing above you and although you had seen the size of it’s sting in the door. You weren’t prepared to be greeted by the sight of a six foot long wasp hovering over you.

Wasps had always triggered your fight or flight and of course you could never fight a wasp so flight was always your go to, whenever you saw a wasp you would immediately put as much distance between you and it as you possibly could, often that meant running away completely and this time was no different.

While the Doctor, Donna and Agatha had all began running after it, you ran in the opposite direction, splitting your group into two halves and Loki didn’t hesitate in deciding you were the one he was going to follow.

You ran back into the safety of the mansion, sheltering yourself in a corner where you weren’t close to any doors or windows as you shook the heebie jeebies out of your body by jumping up and down on the spot and shaking out all your limbs.

Loki caught up with you and saw your jittery dance and couldn’t control the laughter that bubbled from his throat and when you heard it, you glared at him and he brought his hand to his mouth to stifle his sniggers and tried to offer you an apologetic look.

“I’m sorry,” he tilted his head as he slowly closed the distance between you, now that you had finally settled, “but your dance was rather amusing.”

Another unpleasant shiver shot down your spine, causing you to shake it out as you let out a cringe.

“They freak me out,” you told Loki, as he placed his hand on your upper arm and stroked it to gently sooth you. “Even the normal sized ones, I can’t help it.”

“It’s alright,” Loki assured you and you nodded.

“I’m okay now,” you told him honestly with a smile, before you remembered your auntie and the Doctor chased after the wasp.

“Doctor and Donna,” you gasped. “They went after the wasp.”

“Don’t worry, we will find them.” Loki told you before he took your hand in his, “I’m sure the Doctor has everything under control.”

***

The Doctor didn’t have everything under control.

You and Loki had spent a good while searching around the large mansion, mostly just getting lost and ending up in the same place more than once, when you heard a commotion coming from the staff kitchen as you were walking past it. The distinct sound of Donna and the Doctors voices carried through the kitchen and into the corridor, as they shouted hysterically at each other.

You and Loki paused to share a questioning glance before you quickened your paces towards the kitchen.

“What do you want, a Harvey Wallbanger?” Your auntie shouted.

“Harvey Wallbanger?!” The Doctor screeched, as you and Loki silently snuck into the room unnoticed.

“Well, I don’t know!” Donna raised the pitch of her voice.

“How is Harvey Wallbanger one word?!” The Doctor roared, causing the veins in his neck to stand prominent. He was almost doubled over and was struggling to hold himself up as he leaned against the island in the centre of the kitchen for support.

“Salt! I was miming salt! Salt! I need something salty!” The Doctor violently shook his hand up and down as if he was shaking a salt shaker.

“What about this?” Donna offered him a brown paper bag filled with something.

“What is it?!”

“Salt!”

“That’s too salty!”

“Oh, that’s too salty!” She repeated mockingly as she rolled her eyes.

“What about this?” Agatha Christie ran over, offering the Doctor a jar of anchovies, which he immediately snatched from her and shoved its contents into his mouth.

“What is it? What else do you need?” Donna asked the Doctor out of breath, as he began miming something else, waving both his hands wildly in the air.

“Um, it’s a song? Mammy?” Donna cried in an operatic voice. “I don’t know. Camptown Races?”

“Camptown Races?!” The Doctor cried.

“All right then. Towering Inferno?!”

“It’s a shock! Look!” He raised his hands up and waved them again. “Shock! I need a shock!”

“Right then. Big shock coming up!” Donna sighed as she put each of her hands on either side of the Doctors face and pulled him down for a kiss, or rather more a snog.

Your jaw fell slack with a gasp and your eyes widened like saucers as they staggered around like that for a while until she let him go and his head flew backwards as a large grey cloud evaporated from his lungs.

“Detox!” The Doctor rasped, once the cloud had all gone and he wiped the back of his hand over his mouth and chin. “I must do that more often! I mean the... detox.”

“What’s going on?” You asked, finally making your presence known as you walked further into the room.

“Someone poisoned the Doctor. We were giving him an antidote.” Donna explained.

“Who would to that?” You asked.

“The wasp. They know I’m onto them.” The Doctor said, reminding you that the wasp had a human form and was likely one of the guests. It also reminded you that you had found a clue.

“Oh, Doctor! I forgot to tell you, I found something in the library that I think might be of interest.” You told him and Loki was already fishing the charred piece of paper from out of his waistcoat pocket.

“Brilliant! What is it?” The Doctors eyes widened as Loki handed it to him.

“It was in the fireplace of the library, it seems someone wanted to destroy it.” You explained, as the Doctor put on his glasses and squinted at the word on the paper.

“Maiden!” He shouted as if he had a realisation, causing everyone in the room to startle, except for Loki, who you realised wasn’t easily surprised. “What does that mean?”

Everyone sighed with disappointment, having thought the Doctor might have been onto something, only to realise he was as clueless as the rest of you.

“We’re still no further forward. Our nemesis remains at large.” Agatha remarked.

***

A thunder clap made you jump and you put your palm over your chest to calm your spiked heartbeat. Night had fallen and with it it had brought a terrible storm. Lady Eddison had promised to host all her guests for the night and now you were all sat in her dining room around a large table, eating the starter of the meal which she had her cooks prepare.

Naturally you were sat next to Loki, Donna and the Doctor were sat beside each other on the opposite side of the table and Lady Eddison at the head, while her husband, Hugh, was sat at the bottom. All the other guests occupied the rest of the dining chairs.

“I don’t believe we have been introduced.” Miss Redmond, the young socialite, said to Loki from where she was sat next to him, on his opposite side to you.

“We weren’t.” Loki stated, as he focused on his spoon full of soup as he brought it to his lips.

“I’m Robina,” Miss Redmond smiled at Loki, and you watched closely from his other side, beginning to feel a heaviness creep on your chest, but you willed yourself to ignore it as you deemed it irrational, she was just being friendly.

“I’m Loki,” He replied, before he leaned back in his chair so he was no longer blocking her view of you and placed his hand over yours which was resting on top of the dining table. “And this is my beloved.” He introduced you.

As soon as Miss Redmonds eyes fell on you, her smile dropped and she returned to her soup.

“A terrible day for all of us. The Professor struck down. Lady Eddison’s maid Miss Chandrakala, cruelly taken from us. And yet, we still take dinner.” The Doctor commented.

“We are British, Doctor. What else must we do?” Lady Eddison answered him, holding a crystal glass filled with red wine.

“Then someone tried to poison me.” The Doctor continued, “anyone of you had the chance to put cyanide in my drink.” Everyone at the table remained silent, as they became increasingly interested their meal in front of them. “But it rather gave me an idea.”

“And what would that be?” The Reverend, Arnold Golightly, boldly asked the Doctor.

“Well. Poison. Drink up!” The Doctor casually stated, and everyone at the table immediately choked on their mouthfuls or dropped their spoons, yourself included as your eyes widened and stared at the Doctor, wondering if he had lost his mind.

“I’ve laced the soup with pepper.” The Doctor clarified and your shoulders slumped with relief. “But the active ingredient of pepper is piperine. Traditionally used as an insecticide.”

Your lips parted with realisation of the Doctors clever plan and you let your eyes roam around the dining table, trying to spot which one looked the most alarmed.

“Anyone got the shivers?” The time lord taunted, before a thunderous clap blew the windows open which sent a chilling draft through the room and blew out all the candles, plunging the room into darkness.

You immediately tightened your hand around Loki’s, as they were still intertwined on the top of the dining table, when you heard a buzzing fill the pitch black room.

“Listen! Listen!” The Doctor instructed, drawing all the other guests attentions to the sound of the wasps buzz.

“No. It can’t be...” Lady Eddison whispered as a clash of lightning briefly lit up the room, your eyes frantically bounced around taking advantage of the fleeting moment of visibility but you could not see any six foot long wasp.

“Nobody move!” The Doctor ordered, when he heard the legs of a chair push back against the hard wood floor beneath them, but they elected to ignore the Doctor as the sound of footsteps filled the room. “No, don’t! Stay where you are!”

Another clap of lightning allowed you the ability to see just long enough, to this time catch a glimpse of the giant wasp, hovering above the dining table and you screeched.

You felt Loki tugging on your hand and realised he was now standing and you quickly pushed yourself out of your chair too, once you were by his side, Loki began guiding you out of the dining room as urgently and as safely as he was able.

“Out! Out! Out!” You heard the Doctor shout at everyone else from behind you, as multiple chairs screeched against the floor and the sound of more frantic footsteps filled the unlit room.

Loki soon found the door and opened it to reveal the lit hallway, allowing light to faintly leak into the shadowy dining room and soon the other guests were following yours and Loki’s lead.

Donna, the butler, and then Agatha and the Doctor, who snatched one of the decorative swords off of the wall for protection.

“Well, we know the butler didn’t do it.” Donna gasped, out of breath.

“Then who did?” The Doctor asked no one in particular, as he returned to the dining room with his sword raised and you all followed behind him.

One of the waiters had found the switch to the lights and the room was once again illuminated, the first thing you realised upon entering was that the buzzing had stopped and the giant wasp was nowhere to be seen. The Reverend and Hugh were both on the floor, Hugh’s wheelchair was tipped over, he must’ve fallen out of it during the chaos.

“My jewellery.” Your eyes fell on Lady Eddison who was clasping at her now bare neck. “The firestone, it’s gone. Stolen!”

Your attention was quickly diverted to Miss Redmond as she let out a scream, muffled from behind her own hand and it didn’t take you long to find the cause, as your eyes fell to Lady Eddison’s son, Roger, slumped face down into his bowl of soup with a dagger lodged between his shoulder blades.

“My son. My child.” Lady Eddison cried, as she approached his lifeless body. Once she reached him, she leaned over him as she sobbed uncontrollably into his shoulder.

#loki #loki (marvel)#loki x reader #loki x female reader #loki x you #loki imagine #thomas sharpe #doctor who #tenth doctor #10th doctor #donna noble #tom hiddleston

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The Tower: The Queen of Asgard - 14

The Tower: The Queen of Asgard An Avengers Fanfic

Series Masterlist PREVIOUS //

Pairing: Avengers x OFC, Bruce Banner x Bucky Barnes x Clint Barton x Wanda Maximoff x Steve Rogers x Natasha Romanoff x Tony Stark x Thor x Sam Wilson x OFC (Elly Cooper)

Word Count: 1539

Warnings: None

Synopsis: The twins are now three and while the Avengers know that Clint and Thor are the biological father’s none of them know or care which blond, blue-eyed baby is related to which man. When Riley gets the power to control wind and it becomes evident that she is the heir to the Asgardian throne, Elly, Steve, Thor, and Tony take the twins to Asgard to train her.

Not every Asgardian is happy with their king’s choice of consort, nor the impurity of the heir’s blood. While others expect Thor to make things more official. What’s clear is, the role of Queen of Asgard is not easily filled.

Author’s Note: Don’t forget, don’t forget don’t forget. @avengerscompound

Chapter 14: Ponies and Powers

I sat through the meeting trying to pay close attention even though I didn’t really understand most of it, and most of all trying not to look bored or uninterested. I did notice they all seemed to arrive late, though Thor didn’t say anything. Also, they would speak to him as if he were a child that didn’t understand what was going on.

Afterward, we returned to our chambers to find Loki looking frustrated as Riley climbed him and Steve and Tony bickering about something. Only Pietro seemed calm as he sat on the floor with a large book he definitely couldn’t read.

“Good,” Loki said, lifting Riley off of him. “I’m leaving. Your children are insane.” He pointed at Steve and Tony. “And those two are worse.”

“Oh my goodness,” I said. “You just called the babies insane.”

He got up and ruffled Pietro’s hair. “Well, perhaps not my precious. But those three. And that one.” He added pointing at Fandral who was standing at the door next to Hogun.

“Oh, Loki. Always playing so coy.” Fandral teased.

“Eat rocks.” Loki snarked, earning laughter and a wink from Fandral.

Loki went to sweep out of the room as I moved to the couch, but Thor caught him by the arm. “My council was late this morning and then showed up all at once. Perhaps I am being paranoid, but it felt suspicious. I want you to dig into it.”

Loki summoned a small dagger from the air and picked his nails with it. “I’ll take care of it.”

“Loki,” I called. He turned to look at me and I mouthed the words ‘thank you’ to him. He gave a very subtle nod and stalked out of the room.

Riley moved into my lap and Steve and Tony started up bickering about Steve’s ability to make bots again. There seemed to be a general air of tension in the room. Steve seemed to be slightly distracted as Tony ranted at him about not following instructions and his need to get the bots done as quickly as possible.

“Tony, do you think you can give it a rest?” I asked.

“But, Elise…”

“No buts. Enough.” I said. “Are you okay, Steve?”

“Yeah. I’m sorry. I feel helpless and it’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that.” He said. “I want to punch something. Or throw knives.”

Riley toddled over and looked up at Steve. “You gonna frow knifes?”

Steve chuckled and shook his head, picking her up. “It doesn’t look like it today.”

“I frow dem?” She asked.

“Not until you’re 25.” He said.

“But daddy,” She whined.

“But Riley.” He whined back. She scrunched up her nose and started to giggle. “Okay, little monster?”

“Otay.” She said.

“Captain, it would be an honor to spar with you if you wish to work out some of that frustration,” Hogun said with a small bow.

Steve sighed. “I think I would really like that. After lunch?”

Hogun nodded and as if they were summoned by the mention of lunch the chef arrived with his trolleys of food. Once again Riley used all her charms on him. They definitely had become a little fan club for each other. It was quite sweet really.

Riley and Pietro ended up both sitting in Tony’s lap at the table as they fed each other and occasionally Tony too.

“It’s cute how much Riley likes the chef, isn’t it?” I said as I sat watching them.

“He and his family have served my family for generations,” Thor said.

“He caws me pwincess,” Riley said.

“Because you are one, honey,” Tony said.

“No…” Riley said, shaking her head. “I’m a wawwia.”

“You can be both,” Tony said and she shook her head again. “Yes, you can, sweetheart.”

“Pwincesses wear pink.” She said, firmly. “I is a venger.”

“When Loki is your aunt, she is a princess,” Thor said. “She doesn’t wear pink, does she?”

“No. Don’t wear pink. Is bwack pants.” Riley said. She furrowed her brow and turned to Pietro and they both started babbling animatedly to each other.

We all watched on amused before Riley turned back to us. “Otay, I be a pwincess.”

Steve started laughing. “Well, then. That’s good.”

“Twins, huh?” I giggled.

“Couple of little weirdos,” Tony said and kissed their heads.

****

After lunch, I went with Thor, Fandral and the children to an arena outside so Thor could start teaching Riley how to control her powers. Fandral had gotten a pony and was currently letting Pietro pat it and introduce himself. While Thor spoke to Riley about his powers, she kept looking over at the pony wistfully.

“You need to get in touch with your emotions, little bug. So that your powers stay in your control.” Thor said. “See if you can make a breeze for me.”

“Daddy, I dunno how,” Riley said.

“It has to be natural,” Thor said. “Guide the power as it flows through you.”

Riley scrunched up her face and made a little growl sound, though nothing happened. Thor let out a breath and sat down on the ground, crossing his legs and putting Mjolnir on the ground beside him. He patted his lap and Riley climbed into it, still looking over at the pony, which Pietro was now sitting on while Fandral showed him how to hold the reins.

“You can go to the pony when we’re done here, bug,” Thor said holding his hand out. He flicked his fingers and lightning danced over them.

Riley’s attention immediately snapped back to Thor. “Can I touch it, daddy?” She asked, holding her chubby little hand out.

“Yes, darling,” He said. “It feels warm, like the sun on your face.”

She ran her hand over his fingers and giggled. “Tickles.”

“When I do this, I feel very calm and at peace.” He said. “Try and think about when you feel like that. When you are warm and safe and Daj is singing you a song while daddy Bruce is cuddling you and rocking you. Maybe you can smell Daddy Bucky cooking your favorite food.”

Riley closed her eyes as she kept her hand on Thor’s and as he spoke a soft breeze picked up and ruffled her hair.

“There you go. Well done, little bug.” Thor praised.

She smiled and opened her eyes. “I did it!” She said excitedly and turned to me. “You see, mommy? I did it!”

“I saw. You’re so clever, bug!” I praised.

“Shall we try another?” Thor asked.

Riley looked over at Pietro riding the pony and nodded her head.

“When I make a loud thunderstorm, and the rain is heavy and hurts when it hits your skin, I think of all the bad things and people I’ve lost. I am sad and very, very angry.” He explained. “Do you remember when those people scared your mommy yesterday? How angry you got and how you were a little scared too?”

“Wasn’t scared.” She said.

He laughed, his deep booming laugh and kissed the top of her head. “Of course you weren’t,” he said. “Try and picture it anyway.”

She scrunched up her face and balled her hands into fists.

It took a little more coaxing from Thor but after a little while, a large gust of wind tore through the arena. It shoved us and spooked the pony.

“Do you think you could keep that at a minimum?” Fandral called as he grabbed Pietro and soothed the pony.

“Sorry, friend!” Thor called back as he hugged Riley and patted her back. “Well done, daughter.” He said. “You are learning very quickly. I had great difficulty learning this as a child. My father had to have Mjolnir forged to help me.”

“I get a Mew Mew?” She asked.

“If you need something to channel your abilities, I will have something forged. It won’t be like Mjolnir though. It will be your own device.” He said. “We do need you to be able to control it so that you don’t blow things down when you're mad at Pietro.” He looked over at me and smiled. “Now I just have to work out how to do that.”

I chuckled and leaned over and kissed him.

“Gwoss. Don’ do that.” Riley said pushing us apart.

Thor laughed deeply and ruffled her hair. “Alright, your majesty. Let us see if we can access some more emotions that your powers are attached to.”

Thor had her go through a few emotions, pride brought up a mini whirlwind around us, envy’s wind came in bursts like it was trying to push you over. After he’d identified a few different ones he had her try and call them up by describing which one he wanted. It didn’t always work but when it did she got very excited.

“I’m doin’ it, daddy. I’m doin’ it!” She said, clapping her hands.

“Yes, you are, little bug,” Thor said, proudly.

She pointed at Pietro riding the pony and Thor laughed heartily. “Alright, I think you’ve earned it.”

They both took turns riding the pony until they were completely worn out. By the time Thor and I had carried them back to our chambers and put them into bed, they were already asleep.

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D-E-A-...

An incredibly silly Queen fic, inspired by how there is a lovely bit of confusion and wonder over how to spell John’s nickname. I personally don’t ascribe to any one way being the Golden Way, because as far as I know he’s never said, and I imagine the little shit might just like it that way, and I both respect and enjoy that.

Bless John Deacon, the adorable little shit.

“You don’t remember?”

“John,” Brian sighed. “I’m writing up a sort of roster-”

“We know who all will be with us-”

“I like to be organized, and normally you do as well-”

“But we know who is on tour with us! There aren’t that many of us,” John continued to protest, even as Brian impatiently tapped the pencil in his hand against the paper in his other.

“Just. Tell. Me. How. To. Spell. Your. Nickname. Or I swear to God, I’ll write out your whole name on everything, middle name included.”

“Christ, calm down,” John spat, and then. It hit him. This could be fun, if he did this carefully.

“D-E-A-C-Y.”

“Thank you!” Brian muttered, stalking off to bother the next person nearby so they could be notated on the upcoming tour roster. “Was that so fucking hard?”

“Not at all,” John smirked.

His next opportunity didn’t come until the next day, in the form of Roger.

“I’m helping label the cases. Apparently there’s a fear we’ll lose all our shit if we don’t start labeling it more; I don’t know about that, but I certainly don’t want to pay for it all if it should go missing, so-” Roger waggled the wheel of yellow packing tape in the air. “I was just gonna put Bass Stuff on yours, but Freddie said that was rather impersonal.”

“What did you put on yours?”

“Nothing special.”

“God’s drumming gift to the world? Roger!” Freddie’s voice echoed down the hall. “Your name would be just fine on these!”

“I wanted to be accurate!” Roger shouted back. “So, anyway. Full name, nickname, something nice about your musical abilities, what?”

“Nickname should be fine.”

Roger stuttered, his marker against the blank tape. “Erm.”

“Seriously?”

“Don’t be that way; I don’t mean anything bad by it. Just don’t want to spell it wrong is all.”

John rolled his eyes till they felt they might roll straight out of his skull. “Fine. D-E-A-K-Y.”

“Thanks! I’ll draw something pretty by it.”

“Oh? What have you drawn on everyone else’s?”

“Just cocks on Freddie and Brian’s crates so far,” Roger said nonchalantly.

“...so it’ll be cocks on mine then as well?”

“You figured out my theme!” Roger crowed as he walked back down the hall to the equipment crates.

His next opportunity was even longer away, a week later as they boarded the train to their first destination.

“Oh, John,” Miami carefully caught his shoulder before he stepped on. “The train staff are being rather...picky. They want name cards up on the trays near your seats, in case any of you wander while they bring out the food.”

John didn’t blink. “It’s a train.”

Miami looked at the train he was standing on, as if he’d just noticed it. “So it appears to be.”

“Where on earth would we wander on a train?”

Miami shrugged. “Another car? With you lot, can I really say for sure?”

As if on cue, Roger popped out of one of the car windows, so far out it looked he might just fall. “Hurry the fuck up! Get on before they leave you here!”

“Get back in the train! Are you a dog hanging out the car window?” Miami scolded.

“Maybe I want to see what they like about it! Maybe we’re all missing out!” Roger called.

“Get in the bloody train!”

“Ooh ‘get in the bloody train, bleugh. No fun,” Roger mocked, but slipped back inside the train with only a wince as his stomach hit the edge of the window.

“Anyway,” Miami sighed. “So, what do you want on yours? First name, just the last name, can be whatever you want so long as you don’t change it fifty times in a minute.”

“Dig at me!” Freddie leaned out of the doorway. “This is supposed to be fun, Miami. Loosen up.”

“I have written over ten different, increasingly silly, name cards for you. We have been on tour for only an hour, and yet only five minutes worth of my patience remains,” Miami said.

“That’s a lie,” Freddie said to John with a flick of his wrist. “He’ll be fine.”

Miami sighed yet again, a deeper sigh, from the bottom of his very soul, as Freddie went back into the car. “John...”

“Make it easy for you; just put my nickname. D-I-Q-I.”

Miami frowned, but wrote it. “Have you always spelled it that way? Different from how your actual last name is?”

John nodded. “A bit of fun, yeah?”

“Of course,” Miami replied as he led John into the car. “My apologies for not remembering.”

“No harm done.”

It was at the venue that he faced his toughest challenge: Freddie. Who made incredible effort to recall each little detail about his band mates and friends, at the very minimum the correct spellings of names and nicknames. But he was ready; he could do this. He’d fooled Miami; he was ready for this now.

“John, darling; we’ve got a card here for Miami’s birthday. I’ve been trying to get everyone to sign, or at least just admit they forgot it was his birthday in a few days, but-” Freddie shrugged as he paused in the application of his eyeliner. “Now, if you’ve not got time to sign that’s fine, just tell me if you want me to put John or your nickname, or whatever else.”

There it was. His moment. He wouldn’t get another. “Oh. Just the nickname is fine. D-E-A-C-K-Y.”

He was sweating bullets, watching Freddie’s face in the mirror. Looking directly at him would destroy the ruse.

Freddie frowned, clearly puzzled. “Is that it? I could have sworn-”

“Yes. How I’ve always spelled it.”

“Really?” There were a good hundred more questions in Freddie’s eyes, but time was short, and he said nothing else as they finished dressing and readying themselves for the concert.

In the aftermath, on yet another train, he let himself rest. They’d done well, put in a fantastic effort, and he was exhausted. Both from the concert, and from keeping an eye on Freddie after it as they’d packed.

But he hadn’t brought up the spelling thing even once. His ruse had been successful, and it was a very warm sort of satisfaction that helped lull him to sleep as the train got on its way.

“Odd question,” Freddie said, breaking the silence as he watched John sleep. “How do we spell John’s nickname? He just told me today again, but it didn’t seem right. And I don’t want to say he doesn’t know how to spell his own name, but...”

“D-E-A-C-Y,” Brian replied. “Like his last name is, D-E-A-C-O-N.”

“No, that’s not it,” Miami said. “He told me he specifically does it differently from his last name, for a bit of fun. D-I-Q-I.”

“Q?” Freddie asked. “No, that’s almost certainly not right.”

“That’s what he told me!” Miami protested. “Just when we got on the train, in fact.”

“You’re both wrong,” Roger said. “It’s D-E-A-K-Y. S’what he had me put on all his gear, so that must be right.”

Freddie’s gentle gaze upon the utterly passed out and now snoring John turned to a hard stare. “He told me D-E-A-C-K-Y, to put on Miami’s birthday card.”

“You got me a card?” Miami asked softly.

“Of course we did, your present will be along shortly as well,” Freddie said, waving away the distraction, sweet though it was. “Now, this isn’t funny though. How on earth is it properly spelled? Does anyone remember?”

Silence filled the car, aside from John’s snoring.

“I’ve got it written down somewhere at home I’m sure,” Brian murmured. “But that does us no good now.”

“No shit,” Roger muttered. “But I’m in the same boat. I can’t think of a thing I might have on me now that might prove which one is right.”

“We’ll ask him,” Miami said. “Soon as he wakes up.”

“And then what? Have him try and convince us it’s actually D-E-A-C-K-Q-I-Y?” Freddie laughed.

“Well no one would believe that,” Brian scoffed. “That’s ridiculous.”

“Is it? Because that’s essentially what he got all of us to believe, just in separate bits and pieces,” Freddie replied. “He played us like fiddles, and he did it, I’d gather, while barely even trying.”

“...so when his birthday comes round in the next few months, we all agree to spell it as oddly and differently as possible on all his gifts and cards?” Roger asked.

“Oh, of course,” Freddie agreed, as nods went all round the train car. “Though you know that won’t bother him a whit, right?”

“Yeah,” Roger admitted. “But how else can we get back at him?”

“We can’t,” Brian said. “Could you imagine if he kept this up, with everyone, no one knowing one hundred percent for sure which version was right? And you know him, he won’t tell which is the right one if he’s having enough fun keeping everyone confused. Us, fans, everyone on tour, literally anyone he meets and gives his nickname to, even.”

And so it was that it did continue, long after that day, that no one person alive or dead or in a coma or any other sort of state of being should be one-hundred-thousand-no-doubts-whatsoever-certain how to spell John’s nickname. And so it shall continue, time immemorial, until the heat death of the universe and all that reside within her. A mystery for the ages.

Christ, it couldn’t ever really be Diqi though, could it?

#text post #queen band fic #this is incredibly silly but was incredibly fun

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katymacsupernatural · 5 years

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Speaker Phone

Dean Winchester x Reader

1200 Words

Written For @spngenrebingo, @spndarkbingo, @heavenandhellbingo

Squares Filled: “I love you”(Genre), kidnapped(Dark), Meg(Heaven and Hell)

Warnings: Dark fic, kidnapped, meg, torture

“Where’s your precious little unicorn?” Meg asked as she stalked around me. She had this victorious smile on her face that I wanted nothing more than to wipe off, but I couldn’t. She had me tied down to an old surgery table, the rusted metal digging uncomfortably into my back. We were in some sort of old industrial type room, far away from the hotel room I had gone to sleep in.

“Shut up bitch,” I growled, tugging at the leather tight on my wrists. Gone were my weapons, along with my flannel shirt and boots. I could see them folded nicely on the floor by the door, my phone laying on top. “Y/N is no concern of yours.”

Meg chuckled, twirling the old talisman that she called a necklace. “Everything is of concern to me. Even that annoying little hunter you’ve shacked up with.”

The words dug deep, my jaw clenching. I wanted to tear her limb from limb, and it was killing me that I could do no more than sit here and listen to her hateful words. “You leave her out of this!”

She paused, slipping a knife out of her back pocket, twirling it in her hands. “Oh, that’s right!” She exclaimed. “The two of you were stupid enough to try and tie the knot. Imagine...hunter’s thinking they could actually get away with something normal.”

I stayed silent, knowing she was itching for a fight. She wanted to goad me into anger, maybe even fear before she put her plan into motion. Narrowing her eyes, she stepped closer, my stomach clenched as she placed her hand on me. “Oh Dean…,” she sighed. “You’ll never be normal. Neither you, Y/N, or that brother of yours. You’re hunters, and you’ll die hunters. Probably alone and scared. For you? That will probably happen sooner rather than later.”

“You won’t get away with it,” I threatened, just as my phone started ringing. Meg cocked her head before taking it off the pile, glancing at the name. “Ahh, it’s your sweetheart. Shall we talk to her?”

I frantically shook my head, but she still clicked the green button, before standing back by me. “Don’t you dare tip her off,” she threatened, holding the knife close to my throat before pressing the speaker button.

“Dean!” Y/N exclaimed, her voice bubbly and excited, and for a moment I forgot I was tied down, kidnapped by a Demon. “You’ll never believe what I found today!”

Meg nodded. Clearing my throat, I spoke, careful not to give anything away. Not yet. “What sweetheart?”

Meg rolled her eyes, but Y/N quickly continued. “My dress. I finally found my dress, and it was at the thrift store in town. The one by the ice cream shop. Remember it? Only cost me 34 dollars!”

“That’s great,” I choked out, tearing up at the thought that I might never get to see her in it. “I bet you look beautiful in it.”

“You’re too sweet,” she giggled. “I also found this baker who will make a specialty cake for us. Do you remember a couple months ago when I found the pie in the cake recipe?”

“Pie in a cake?” Meg gagged, alerting Y/N to her presence. “That sounds absolutely disgusting, but definitely something that Dean might like.”

“Meg? What the hell is going on?” Y/N asked, all the happiness out of her voice, on full alert. No doubt getting ready to get a hold of Sam and Cas. But by then it would probably be too late. Meg just had that feeling about her.

“Oh your fiancee and I are spending some quality time together,” she purred. “I found out we’re in the same town, so I thought we could have a little get together.”

“You hurt one hair on his head and I’ll…,” Y/N started to threaten, but Meg cut her off.

“Ooh, you mean like this?” Meg asked, reaching up, grabbing hold of my hair and tugging sharply until I grunted in pain.

“No!” Y/N called out. “Fine. What do you want?”

Meg laughed. “What do I want? I want Lucifer to rise. For him to take over and you pathetic humans to become our slaves. That’s what I want.”

“And kidnapping Dean? What’s that have to do with your plan?” Y/N asked as Meg started running the blade along my skin, not deep enough to leave a mark.

“Fun,” Meg rebutted. “Dean, his brother, you. Even that Angel who drives me crazy has been nothing but thorns in my side. So getting Dean out of the way? That’s one step in the right direction.”

Before Meg could hang up, I called out, wanting to give Y/N a message in case I never saw her again. “Y/N, don’t do anything stupid trying to rescue me. Just remember that I love you!”

“Damn it, Dean,” she muttered, her voice thick with tears. “Don’t you dare give up on me! I’ll find you.”

“Y/N, I don’t think he’s going to be around long enough for you to find him. Now, why don’t you be a good girl and keep you and that moose away from me? The Angel….I can handle him.”

“Dean, I love you,” Y/N whispered. “And I won’t stop until we get this stupid demon bitch.”

“How touching, but ouchie with the words,” Meg muttered. “How brave are you going to be when I dump his dead body on your doorstep? Because that, my dear, is the only way you’re getting your hunter back. He’s as good as gone to you. Better go return that wedding dress while you can.”

Y/N let out a string of curse words, and I could barely hear Sam in the background. I hoped that I could hold on until they figured out where I was. But Meg had other ideas. Setting your phone down, Meg ran the knife across my belly, cutting the fabric as she went. “I hope you have a strong stomach,” she warned Y/N before she sank the knife deep in my side.

I could hear Y/N screaming, Meg laughing gleefully, but it was all distant to the pain radiating through my body. Meg left the phone call open as she dug into my skin, but I lost track of Y/N’s voice, trying to keep my cries of pain to a minimum. If she was still on the line, I didn’t want her knowing exactly how bad it was.

“Y/N, as much as I’ve enjoyed our time together,” Meg purred. “I’ve got to let you go now. I think Dean’s had enough, and I might be nice enough to put him out of his misery.

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ertrunkenerwassergeist · 4 years

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Heart of Thunder - Chapter 3

A new chapter is here! Link to AO3 like always.

Cor felt strangely adrift as the door closed behind him with a silent click that echoed in his head like a drum beat. He walked through the barracks, his long legs eating the distance with the grace of a stalking carnivore. He had not come far when he heard passionate voices locked in a lively discussion. On silent feet he doubled back down the way he came from, not certain he could stomach more strange cultural practices at the moment, and made a beeline for the exit.

The air outside was dry and warm, if slightly cool with the first hint of autumn. Shielding his eyes from the bright sunlight, Cor put a tight lid on the tiny voice screaming in his mind in panic and continued on his way towards the private meeting rooms situated on the lower levels of the citadel.

People kept well out of his way when they saw the dark frown clouding his face. One poor secretary even flattened herself against the wall, clutching the folder within her hands like a lifeline. Normally Cor tried to keep such reactions down to a minimum, but today he just couldn't bring himself to care.

The doors of the lift opened with barely the whisper of a sound and let Cor step out into the corridor. A thick, black carpet lay in the middle of the dark stone floor, dampening is steps. Tasteful flower arrangements in delicate vases situated upon gilded tables barely big enough to hold them, were the only splashes of colour to be seen. His destination wasn't far now. A dark wooden door like every other one in the vicinity. He stepped inside without knocking, surprising the occupants into silence.

There were Lord Sagitta, Minister of Outside Affairs – which he took to mean outside Insomnia and not outside Lucis – and Lords Caulis and Hypocris, Minister of Energy and Environment and President of the Hunters and Wildlife Protection Association, respectively. He could guess what this 'important meeting' was about.

“My Lords,” he said in way of a greeting, accompanied with a shallow bow, and closed the door behind him.

“Marshall Leonis, greetings,” said Lord Sagitta, his watery eyes blinking nervously. “I have to apologize for the lack of refreshments. We didn't expect you quite this soon. Please, take a seat.”

The table dominating the room was indeed empty of the usual carafes of water and traditional watered down wine. None of the three Lords bothered to stand up as propriety would have demanded of them.

Cor may not be flaunting it like some idiots, but 'Marshall' wasn't the only official title he carried. His second one, Paladin of the Crystal, granted him the title of a minor Lord by default, and as such propriety had to be observed. The three Lords in front of him knew that and chose to ignore it. A power move that bounced off of him without effect.

“I prefer to stand, my Lords,” replied Cor in a flat voice and settled into parade rest at the end of the table.

The three Lords shared what they probably thought were inconspicuous glances beneath his flat stare as he waited for them to start this farce of a meeting. Regis probably didn't know about it, either.

“We know you are a busy man, Marshall, so we will try to make this quick,” said Lord Hypocris with a fake, placid smile.

The rake thin man was of lower rank than the other two, but quite clearly the one behind this meeting, if Cor was reading the atmosphere right. And he was seldom wrong on these things these days. With a slow and carefully calculated deliberateness the Lord leafed through a crisp stack of papers in front of him, the other two, sitting next to him, tried to look dignified and important. To Cor they all just looked like greedy toads, which was an insult to every toad in existence.

“Early this morning you returned from you patrol outside Insomnia with a group of poachers you apprehended and their... loot, shall we say. What can you tell us about them?”

Lord Hypocris looked at him with an expression so earnest and serious it couldn't be anything other than fake. Cor had known the noble for long enough to note that he tended to over-emote, when he either wanted something he thought valuable, or feared to lose a lot of money. Seeing who was in his company, it was probably a bit of both this time.

“A group of five, two female, three male; the youngest barely of legal age. I saved them from a pack of wild animals before I knew what they were. They were on their way to Lestallum to sell pelts and other parts of endangered animals. Four were injured during the attack, one life threatening, the other three only had a few scrapes and bruises. I screened their... wares and brought them back to Insomnia for medical attention and their punishment. If you read my preliminary report, you already know this.”

“Do I understand this correctly: You screened their stowage before you got the injured party medical attention?” asked Lord Hypocris, folding his thin fingers over the papers.

“Yes,” Cor answered plainly.

Lord Caulis wrinkled his nose in indignation. “We expected better, Marshall. How will this poor man be able to face his trail, if he is half dead?”

“As far as I'm aware, the poaching of animals is still fined with the loss of a hand, no exceptions.”

“That sentence hasn't been carried out in a century!” bristled Lord Sagitta. “We are no barbarians, like other elements within this city. And even then, this sentence only comes into effect when the animals in question are protected by the crown.”

“Ah, but three of the pelts were that of silver spotted coeurls,” Cor said and watched in satisfaction as all three Lords paled.

“That cannot be true,” stuttered Lord Hypocris.

His hands frantically leafed through his papers until he found a list. Brown eyes devoured it rapidly until they stilled. He grew, if possible, even paler and without a word slid the list over to his companions who were anxiously staring at him. Cor's lips twitched in satisfaction when he heard Lord Caulis' strangled gasp.

Clearly trying to gather his bearings, Lord Hypocris cleared his throat. “Then we need to decide what to do with the pelts.”

There was a greedy glint in all three men's eyes, Cor didn't like at all. A silent suspicion started to needle his mind, and it didn't paint a pretty picture.

“I have claimed all pelts and other parts belonging to coeurls as my battle-spoils. The paperwork for that has already been filed and approved of,” he said, silently daring them to object with his gaze.

The claiming of battle-spoils was an ancient practice that had survived until modern day, despite it now being highly regulated. It could only be done during active war, the claim must be uncontended by other participants of the battle and only members of nobility could claim battle-spoils in the first place. This was one of the very few times he was actually glad for the title Regis had practically shoved at him the moment her had been sitting on the throne. Not that he would ever tell him that.

Lord Sagitta's face grew a splotchy red in anger. He opened his mouth to say something undoubtedly malapropos, but stopped himself at the warning glare of Lord Hypocris.

“If there is nothing else, my Lords, I need to return to my duties,” said Cor blandly.

“Of course, of course,” nodded Lord Caulis, obviously eager to see the Marshall gone. “Do not let us keep you. Thank you for answering our questions, Marshall.”

“I am always happy to do so,” Cor said as he bowed.

Everybody in the room knew that that was an obvious lie. No one said anything as the Marshall straightened again and left the room.

On the outside Cor was perfectly expressionless. On the inside however, he was seething. Who did those three bloated heads of impudence and self-importance think they were? He forced himself to take a calming breath and gritted his teeth as he entered the lift. He could think about the implications of those three being interested in exotic and rare furs later. Training was a very enticing thought right about now. The steady flow of the kata always helped him to clear his mind. And that was exactly what he needed.

His steps echoed in the mostly deserted hallways and he couldn't help the quiet sigh escaping him as the heavy door of the private training salle closed behind him. Right about now a red light would start glowing over the door to warn others away.

He moved through his warm ups diligently, but with purpose. Time. He needed time to process what had happened today.

A crystalline tinkle sounded as his blade appeared in his outstretched hands in a shower of blue sparks of magic. The action as comforting as it was helping him to ground himself in the moment. Cor took a centring breath and the next moment he was moving.

He had never intended to marry. Not necessarily because he had no desire to, but because he knew he was a difficult person to live with. No matter what Regis and Clarus said, he was self-aware enough to know that. But now...

Ulric's – Nyx' – gaze when he had taken the pelt, and later when they had talked, had stirred something in him. Something Cor couldn't name and didn't know what to do with. Infatuation perhaps? No that wasn't it.

His sword cut the air with the lethal whispers of a song as he performed a horizontal cut and transitioned seamlessly into a block.

Either way, no matter his feelings, he was engaged now to a man he could respect for his unquestioning loyalty and skill in a fight. He would pull the other man's files to learn more, but he knew that he had never left a comrade behind on the battlefield, alive or dead, if he could help it. An admirable trait, if foolish at times.

Cor had still no real idea what he had done to catch Nyx' eyes – it couldn't just be the pelt, right? A tiny part of himself couldn't help but be excited about it. For a long time he had tried to bridge the gap between the Galahdians – Galahkari, he needed to remember that – and the Lucians without much to show for it. But now he had an in to learn what they had been seemingly doing wrong for years on end. An anticipatory grin stretched over his face.

He would do this.

He would do this right and maybe get to hunt down some corrupt nobles in the meantime.

#ffxv #a coeurl's courtship au #heart of thunder #cor leonis #he's gonna enjoy getting rid of those nobles so much #corrupt nobles are corrupt #cor is a minor lord #and he hates it #lucian culture #I've wanted to write a story where that's more heavily featured for ages #my fics #the spirit writes

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hitchell-mope · 5 years

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First film: remedial goodness

Evie: what was that second one again?

Mal (bored out of her gourd): Oh come ON

Verna: no no. It’s ok Mal. Questions are encouraged. The second one is. Curse it. Poison it. Or. Give it a bottle

Evie: poi...poise an.

(Verna nods encouragingly)

Evie: puh puh puh zan.

Mal (throwing her hand up): can I answer it?

Verna: if you’d like

Evie: NOOOO!!!!

Mal (cleaning out her ear): ow

Evie: I can do it. It’s on the tip of my tongue. (Small voice) curse, it?

Verna: oooh. Sorry.

Mal: give it. (Looks pointedly at Evie). A bottle.

Verna: very good Mal

(She smiles warmly at Mal which angers Evie)

Evie: ok that’s it.

(She lunges at Mal who disappears in a puff of smoke and reappears next to jay)

Verna: girls. What were the rules I laid out.

Mal and Evie: no fighting. Magic to a minimum

Verna: Mal. I’m sorry. But you won’t get a pass for this question.

Evie: yes!

Verna: neither will you dear

Evie: damn

Mal: ha ha

Evie: shuddit

(Mal goes back to her seat smirking a little)

(Outside the library Doug’s losing an argument to someone)

Doug (incensed whisper): fine! But you have to talk to them sooner or later!

(He marches huffily down the aisle of tables)

Doug: here are the release forms for the coronation fairy godmother.

Verna: thank you Doug. Um. Why isn’t Jane bringing these? I gave them to her

Doug: she was going to. But...

Mal Jay and Carlos: 🎶hi Doug🎶

Doug: hi guys. Settling in ok?

Carlos: all that missing is a dinner to go with the show we just got

Doug: huh?

Carlos: catfi...Evie had a fight with Mal

Doug: oh my god. Evie are you ok?

Evie: nothing wounded but my pride

Mal: what pride? You’re chasing after a Neanderthal that doesn’t woah

Verna (leading Jane through the room): it’s ok no need to be scared honey.

Carlos: hi.

(Jane squeaks in fright)

Jay: he doesn’t bite.

Mal (wistfully): none of us do.

Evie: that’s not true and you know it. Last month

Mal: shuddit!

(Jane starts to hyperventilate)

Mal: I’m sorry I’m sorry

(She gets out out of her chair and starts comforting Jane)

Mal: it’s ok. You’re ok. You’ve got nothing to worry a oh. Ok. Um

(Jane’s passed out)

Mal: I I’m sorry. Was it something I did

Verna: no dear don’t worry. It’s just my daughters little way of coping with what worries

Carlos: well that’s a little unhealthy

Mal (at the same time. Worried now because she was eyeing up the headmistresses daughter): you’re daughter?

Verna: I quite agree. And yes

Mal: ah. Well. Here you go (nervous laugh)

(She hands Jane’s unconscious form to Verna and walks out embarrassed)

Jay: excuse me

(He catches up to Mal)

Jay: where you going

Mal: I’m gonna give myself a swirlie

Jay: or (he lowers his voice) you could get in her good side and use her to get the W-A-N-D

Mal: no.

Jay: why

Mal: if we do this. We do it properly. How we were taught.

Jay: murder everyone and dig the thing out of the wreckage?

Mal: that’s plan C. Plan A is. Well. I’ll cross that bridge when I come to it.

Jay: so...?

Mal: so...? ... OH! I don’t have a plan yet

Jay: tell me when you do?

Mal: or you could take the lead?

(Jay gives her the “never gonna happen” look)

Mal: yeah. Didn’t think so.

Jay: and you know you gotta be nicer to Evie

Mal: yeah yeah I know. But every time she opens her mouth I wanna pop her stupid porcelain head off her stupid neck

Jay: she isn’t stupid. She and Carlos are smarter then either of us could ever possibly be. She just doesn’t think she is because

Mal and Jay: Grimhilde put looks over intellect. And it screwed her over

Mal: I know I know. She needs glasses

Jay: but she won’t though

Mal: yeah I know. (Heavy sigh). You wanna go back in

Jay: yeah. Come on

(They go back to their seats)

Verna: ...you will be excused from classes for the rest of the day and- hello dears. As I was saying tomorrow you will have your first therapy sessions. Mal and jay yours are in the morning before lunch. And Evie and Carlos’s are after lunch.

Evie (testily): Jay. Did you know about this?

Jay: uhhhh

Doug (coming to the rescue): I suggested to Ben that it might help you guys get acclimated to Auradon if you had a therapist on hand

Evie: Jay is this true?

(She looks at Jay so she doesn’t see Doug mouthing “yes”)

Jay: yes. Yes it is. I believe it could really help you.

(As he’s saying this he’s backing out of the room as the girls stalk towards him)

Mal: 3...2...1...

Jay: heh heh. Bye

(He runs out of the library and disappears in a puff of smoke)

Mal: shall we

Evie: we shall

(The rum after him)

Verna and Doug: will he be ok?

Carlos: a witch and a dark fairy trying to catch a genie? I think he’ll be fine

Verna (aside to Doug): that was sarcasm wasn’t it?

Doug: yes fairy godmother

Carlos: in all seriousness though. He will be fine (admiringly) nothing can break that skin.

Doug: would you like some water?

Carlos: no thanks I’m good.

(Outside in the hallway)

Evie: so where the hell could he have got to?

Mal: I dunno. You should go to the bo

Ben (walking by, smiling): hi guys

Mal (trying and failing to fight the urge to smile back): heh heh. Hi

Audrey: BEN!

Ben (smile diminishing somewhat): yes?

Audrey: I thought you were walking me to geography?

Ben: ...right! Yeah. Sorry. Right. Mal. Evie. See you around?

Mal: sure

Evie (enjoying the show immensely): if either of you two live that long

Ben: huh?

Evie: nothing. Can’t keep landmasses waiting. Off you pop

(Ben and Audrey walk off)

Evie (handing Mal a glass she conjured out of thin air): water

Mal (unamused): I’m good thanks

Evie: hey I was just trying to help

#disney descendants #mal bertha #jay son of jafar #evie grimhilde #fairy godmother descendants #carlos de vil #ben florian #audrey daughter of sleeping beauty #doug son of dopey #jane daughter of fairy godmother #zendaya!mal

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pussnboots21 · 5 years

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Jockstraps to Bra-straps 3-4

Chapter 3

Soon the group was at the front of UA waiting for the shuttles that would take us to the mall where we would meet up with my mom. I was excited to see her, since starting school and moving to the dorms our time together has been quite minimum, I felt bad but I also knew she understood. She really was the best, I really need to find a way to make all of this up to her. Kacchan sat towards the back, keeping his distance from the group. I looked back at him, his eyes met mine, another unreadable look crossed his face as his brow furrowed as a light blush seemed to fill his cheeks before turning away to look out the window with a huff. I couldn’t help but tilt my head as I thought over what his reactions could be but was interrupted by our shuttle reaching its destination.

The mall was busy and bustling with life, the girls grouped off after agreeing on a meetup time for lunch. Uraraka and Kacchan stayed with me as we looked for my mother. I felt my phone vibrate in my pocket, It was a text from my mom saying she was running late due to traffic.

“Well, my mom said we should start without her and she will call when she gets here.” I looked over at my companions “Where should we start first?”

Kacchan spoke first “Work out clothes first nerd, I’m paying. Let's go.”

I exchanged a look with Uraraka as we followed him to one of the high-end sports shops that made clothing to handle strength quirks. He lead us into the women's section and took a seat by the dressing room.

“Well get going, help her pick out what she needs Ochaco,” he said crossing his arms and leaning back. “Well, you heard angry boom boy lets get shopping!” Uraraka said excitedly grabbing my hand and leading me around the store. She piled my arms full of clothes, bras, and a few different compression sleeves to replace my old one since it didn’t quite fit before the accident. I was then dragged to the changing room.

“Why do I need so many different types of bras?” I asked holding up one that looked like it was meant to time someone up rather than hold boobs.

Uraraka laughed “Some have different forms of support than others, also you could like how one fits and hate how another fits, same with the clothes, some fit different than others, which means you may not like one but love another.”

“Wow, that a lot, it was simpler shopping before all of this,” I said taking off bra I just tried on and putting in a keep pile, soon the pile was down to a quarter of what it was when we started. I left the changing room and walked over to Kacchan with the pile. He looked up from his phone as I approached.

“You finally done nerd?” he asked standing up, eyeing the pile of clothes and compression sleeves in my arm. I smiled and nodded. “Good, let's go pay and get out of here. Auntie must be close by now.”

“Ok, are you sure you want to pay for all of this Kacchan? I don’t want to cause a problem, you really don’t owe me anything….” I started

“Shut up Deku, I don’t like owing people, and I feel like I owe you; So shut up and let me do this alright. It’s half my fault you are in this situation.” He growled at me grabbing the clothes out of my arms and stalking angerly off to the counter. Uraraka stared at me mouth wide open, I could tell she wanted to say something but I shook my head.

“No, don’t say a word, I’m just confused as you are.” I said as she started giggling, grabbing my arm and walking towards the counter to join Kacchan and help with the bags. He had just finished paying as we got to the counter, he took the backs and headed for the exit waiting for us to catch up to him near a bench just outside the store.

“Thanks, Kacchan this was really nice of you.” I said sitting down on the bench stretching my legs, who knew trying clothes on could be so exhausting. Kacchan “Tsk” as I felt my phone vibrated, opening it I saw a message from my mom asking where we are so she could find us. I sent her a reply saying what store we were out front of and that we would wait for her here.

“My mom will be here in just a few minutes,” I said placing my phone back into my pocket and looking at Uraraka and Kacchan.

“I’m heading back to the dorms after, I say hi. I wouldn’t hear the end of it from my old hag if I didn’t.” Kacchan said, “ I will take these bags back with me so you don’t forget them or some shit.” He continued sitting down next to me.

“I can’t wait to meet your mom Deku! She sounds like such an amazing person, from how you talk about her.” Uraraka stated smiling as she excitedly looked around trying to see if she could spot my mom.

“Well aren’t you just so sweet dear, I’m glad to hear my baby still talks about his dear old mother.” Uraraka jumped and turned around clutching at her heart before pulling it together and bowing. “Its a pleasure to meet you Mrs. Midoriya.”

“Oh now there is no need for that sweetie, it’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” she said turning to then face Kacchan. “ and it's wonderful to see you again Katsuki, your mom is always going on about how proud she is of you. You have turned into quite the young man, definitely not the little boy who would come by begging for me to make a snack after school.” My mom said giving Kacchan a hug after he had stood to greet her, a blush covering his face as she talked about his childhood.

“It’s good to see you too auntie. I’m gonna take these bags back to the dorm for Izuku, have a nice rest of your day.” he said turning to walk away hand raised in a lazy wave.

“Oh, what did you buy Izuku?” Mom asked

“Kacchan bought me new workout clothes, as an apology for his part in all this, I tried to tell him it wasn’t needed but he insisted,” I explained.

“How adult of him, now let's go shopping and meet the girls for lunch shall we?” she said hugging me and Uraraka, before leading the way to the next shop. It was an interesting shopping as a girl. It made me respect the girls more and more with each shop visited. I was hot sweaty and exhausted by the time we had bought a wardrobe for me. Then there was the bra and undergarment shopping, I don’t think I had ever been so embarrassed in my life. There were so many types of bras and underwear. Why did girls need a whole store for just undergarments? My mom and Uraraka helped me to pick out practical things for day to day wear and would work with the clothes we had bought; on the way out of the store, I saw a bra that was a beautiful dark green lace with a tan making up the main part of the bra and matching underwear. I could see how a guy would like something like that on a woman, simple but elegant. I had no reason to wear it though, it's not any of the guys I like would be interested, especially with all the stress of my situation.

“Deku are you coming?” Uraraka called, I jumped being lost in though I stopped paying attention.

“Yes, sorry I’m coming.” I called, blushing as I turned and walked over to my mom, as Uraraka turned to go back in, I gave her a questioning look.

“I forgot I needed something, I will catch up with you guys in a sec.” she said turning a waving as she disappeared into the store.

I shrugged I turned to my mom and left the store, heading in the direction of the restaurant we had decided on with the others before splitting up. It was nice to talk with my mom on our way there, it really had been too long since we got to catch up, and spend any real-time together. It wasn’t long before Uraraka caught back up and we reached the restaurant. Most of the group was there already and it wasn’t long before the last few showed up. Everyone loved my mom, and she had an excuse to tell embarrassing stories from my childhood, ( she must have planned this because she brought pictures.) After that mom walked us to the shuttle stop giving us all hugs as we boarded. I gave her a nice long one thanking her for helping me out and being so great with a promise to keep her updated and schedule a time to do this again soon. I took my bags and climbed on the shuttle doors shutting behind me as I took a seat.

The ride back was quieter than the ride there, we were all tired and worn out. Once back at the dorms the girls helped me take my bags to my room before heading to their own, some of them had even got me gifts of things they think I would need or want to try, it was really sweet. I ended up crying more and thanking them for all their kindness and support. Once alone I started sorting and putting away the clothing I got, I also boxed up my old clothes to put into the spare room next to mine as the school as it was allocated as a storage space. I was just putting the las of my hair products on a shelf when there was a knock at my door. Walking over I opened the door to see Kirishima standing there with some bags and a plate of pizza.

“Oh, Hi Kirishima, what's up?” I said stepping to the side and gesturing for him to come in.

“Just bring up some dinner for you, we ordered a Pizza and the girls figured you lost track of time. They also had some stuff for you that got mixed in theirs so I volunteered to bring it all up.” He said placing the bags on the bed and pizza on my desk. He then sat on my bed leaning back, a slightly more serious look on his face. “I was also hoping to check on ya; see how you're doing with all this.”

“Thanks, I’m starting to feel better about this, everyone has been so supportive and helpful. It's still strange though. I don’t feel like me but at the same time, I do. It's hard to explain.” I said grabbing the pizza and sitting down on the floor, leaning against the bed.

“I understand what you're saying, dude. I have to say your amazing if it was me I would be freaking out like nothing else; definitely wouldn’t be as calm or collected as you.” he said sliding off the bed to sit beside me. I smiled at him putting my now empty plate next to me.

“That means a lot, I don’t know how I'm doing this, to be honest. I guess maybe I don’t see the point in stressing over something I can’t change or control. I mean sure it strange having things on my chest verse between my legs, but I could be so much worse.” I said looking over at Kirishima. He smiled and nodded.

“Makes sense to me. But I have to ask now that your brought it up….. What's it like to have boobs?” a small blush fell across his cheeks as he asked.

“Well for one, they are killing my back. Like I had no idea how the girls have managed like this and never complain, and for two the are strange, they are soft but firm you can feel the pectoral muscles like you do as a guy.” I said looking down at the now offending thing on my chest. “Not to mention strangers stare at them, it's so creepy. Or people like Mineta who try to grab them.”

“Yeah, that definitely isn't cool, or manly.” he said a scowl falling over his face.

I placed a hand on his shoulder and smiled. “You're one of the good guys, and I told the girls so it's bound to get out soon, but I would like to tell you that I’m gay, well straight now I guess since I’m female and like guys.” I scratched the back of my head.

“Ha, I knew it! Denki owes me 2000 yen now.” He said smiling.

I laughed standing up to throw my plate in the trash. “You wanna stay for a bit and get some help and the homework?” I asked moving over the bags he brought up.

“Totally, you rock Midoriya!” He jumped up excitedly.

“Let me just put these ways and then we can get started.” I said as I started pulling out things and putting them away, it was pretty quick as it was only some different types of lipsticks and few pieces of clothing, I grabbed the last bag and reached in pulling out Bra from the intimates shop I visited today, I squeaked in shock dropping it onto the bed dropping the bra onto the bed in surprise.

“What's wrong?” I heard Kirishima ask coming up beside me “ Woah, who got you this it’s cute.”

Kirishima said laughing as he picked it up.

“Uraraka, she caught me looking at in the store.” I said blushing reaching into the back to find that she also got me the matching underwear.

“You gonna try it on.” he asked laughing as I took the bra back from him.

“Not right now.” I said sticking my tongue out as I turned to go put it way.

“Aw, Dang.” Kirishima laughed sitting back on the bed, I laughed as I joined him grabbing the homework from my bag so we could talk over it. We went over the homework for a while and slowly started getting more and more off-topic talking about whatever came to mind until the book was put aside and forgot.

“So since you told me about being gay, I feel like I should tell you I, I'm Bi.” Kirishima confessed.

“I’m so happy you considered me good enough friend to tell me.” I said taking his hand and giving it a squeeze. I hadn’t realized how close our bodies had become while talking and the next thing I knew his lips met mine in a sweet but shy first kiss. His face was as red as mine; he pulled away quickly mumbling apologies, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I pulled him back this time being the one start the kiss. His arms wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him deepening our kiss. I felt his tongue slide along my bottom lip asking for permission to enter; I opened my mouth in response, bringing my tongue to meet his, getting to taste him for the first time. I moaned at the sensation tangling my fingers in his hair. Too soon we had to part both panting heavily, trying to reclaim the air we lost while lost in our kiss.

Kirishima looked at me smiling “So, wanna go on a date tomorrow?”

Chapter 4

The next day came really fast, I couldn’t help but smile as I thought of last night with Eijiro. He left not long after our kiss and giving me more then enough reassurance that he would still want to date me even if I turned back to a guy. I came downstairs smiling, as I entered the kitchen. I wanted to get a simple meal before going back to my workout routine. The last few days threw it off and I needed to see how my new body would handle it so I could adjust accordingly. I was halfway done when Uraraka came into the kitchen, yawning as she sat down beside me, taking my fork and snagging a few bites of the food on my plate.

“Morning. Want to hit the gym with me; after you have finished stealing my food of course.” I laughed getting up to make her a plate with the extra I had made, placing it in front of her and rescuing my plate.

“Thanks, Deku and sure that sound good to me.” she smiled taking about of the food, “ also, how did you like my gift, Kirishima brought it up to you last night right?” A deep blush fell over my face at the mention of Eijiro.

“Y.y.yes he brought it up, with the pizza last night, I can't believe you got me that, you have already done so much.” I said trying to hide my blush as I placed my plate in the sink, but I must not have been fast enough.

“Why are you blushing? What happened?” she jumped over to me taking my hand's eyes large with excitement.

“He kissed me last night while studying. We have a date later tonight.” I shyly, face getting redder with each word.

“OMG! You have to let me help you get ready for it. Please Deku!” she yelled pulling me into an excited hug jumping up and down.

I laughed and nodded “Of course, I need all the help I can get, but first let's go work out.”

She nodded letting go of me so she could take care of her plate as I cleaned up my mess from cooking. We then parted ways to change. We then meet in the gym room; I was happy to see that this body kept the strength I had built, with only very minor differences that I could easily work with. It felt good to be back on my routine, it gave me a sense of normalcy and a welcome distraction from the date tonight. Otherwise, I would be overthinking and stressing about it. I have never been on a date before. I had no clue what to do or expect let alone how to dress.

Soon we finished our routines and headed to the elevator. Sweaty and tired, we talked about random things.

“Hey, why don’t you bring your stuff up to my space that way you can help me get me to get ready for tonight,” I said looking over at her as we reached the elevators.

“Sure that sounds fun, let me go by my room to grab what we need and I will meet you at your room.” she said excitedly. She got off at her floor and I continued up to my mine. I entered my room and started gathering my shower supplies which had grown quite a bit since the shopping trip. I sat on down at my desk, picking up my phone up off its charger so I could check my messages before the shower. Nothing new from the lab beside an email saying I should learn what to expect from a female body including links to female sexual education sites, the girls had gotten me some supplies in case I got a period; the Drs gave me a 50/50 chance of having one or not. There was knock at the door as Uraraka opened it; arms full of stuff that wasn't only just for her shower. She placed the items on my bed and sorted out her shower supplies form whatever else she had lugged up here.

“What is all this?” I asked gesturing to all the things strewn across my bed.

“Stuff to help you get ready for your date later silly, I know it's your first one so I'm going to make sure you look extra cute!” She stated as she grabbed my arm and started leading me to the door. Soon we were in the bathroom enjoying the warm water on our sore muscles. We had talked a little about everything, Uraraka dropping more hints that she wanted me to spill more about last night but I wasn’t budging. We wrapped up in towels once we finished washing up heading back to my room to dress and get ready. Uraraka pulled out the bra and panties she bought for me placing them on the bed before going to my closet and going through all my new clothes. She settled on a short skirt and cute top, saying something about it being simple and cute. Once were where both dressed she started work on my hair.

“Ok, did you have any thoughts on what you wanted to be done with your hair?” she asked running the brush through it.

“Not really, I have never had to think about.” I said handing her the tangle spray Hagakure bought me

“Hm, that's true I wanna try giving you to braids. It would look super cute.” she said using the spraying and working my hair. It wasn’t long before she had control of my wild locks and two small braids coming off the nape of my neck. It was super cute just like she thought it would be.

She let out a small happy squeak. As she turned my chair to face her.

“AAAHH, you are so adorable, now to do your make up. Pay attention so you can do it your self next time.” she said grabbing the makeup bag that I was gifted by the girls.

“Ok you don’t need foundation, it would be a crime to hide your freckles, so I'm just going to do eye shadow.” She pulled out the supplies she would be using explaining each one and going through each step so I could learn as we went. It wasn’t long before she was done, I looked in the mirror. She had done a simple forest green eye shadow that matched my bra and hair; it complemented the outfit perfectly as it brought out the green tints.

“OMG, Deku you look so cute, Kirishima is going love it, and if he doesn't I'm gonna float him to the moon.” she stated I could see the fire in her eyes.

“Please don’t do that, he is still our classmate after all; I don’t think Aizawa would appreciate it too much.” I laughed as Uraraka started looking at my now large collections of shoes before giving up and going over to the bags she had my bed and pulling out a shoebox.

“Here I got these for you the other day and was going to save them for your birthday but this seems like a better time.” she handed me the box, which I opened inside were a pair of red flats that had a ballet style look.

“I know they don’t replace your sneakers, but I thought you would like them anyways. “ she said smiling at me as I took them out and put them on.

“I would be crying right now but I don’t want to ruin my make up,” I said hugging her, she hugged me back.

“Ok well your date should be here any time so I’m going grab my stuff and go, but I better get a full report tomorrow!” She winked gathering her stuff and walking to the doo. I waved goodbye as she got on the elevator.

Once alone I looked at my phone; I had a missed text from Eijiro.

Kirishima: Hey, you ready!

Me: Yup, just finished.

Then there was a knock at my door, I stood up and answered my door to be greeted by a smiling Eijiro, there was a flash of awe that fell over his face as he looked me. He then pulled me in for a gentle kiss.

“You look stunning!” he said pulling way “You wanna head out?” he asked taking my hand as I closed the door behind me.

“Yup, I’ve never been on a date before so I’m excited to see what you have planned.” I said taking his hand as we walked down the hall.

“Wha no one has ever taken you out on a date before?” He said shocked as we waited for the elevator. I shook my head no as the door opened and we stepped on the elevator.

“Well then close your eye and prepare for the best first date ever!” he stated.

I giggled as closed my eyes like instructed, it wasn’t long before I heard the ding of the elevator opening, and the gentle guiding hand of Eijiro leading me off and to our destination.

“OK, open your eyes.” He said

I opened my eye, we were on the roof of the dorm. He had set up a picnic blanket with a full spread of snacks and covered bowls of ramen set off to the side. He had pillows and lights set up, with flowers and rose petals spread around the area. The sun was just starting to set giving off a golden glow that finished the mood of the perfectly.

“Oh, Eijiro this is amazing! This must-have taken hours to do.”I said sitting down as he guided me over to the seating area,

“Hey it's all worth it to see that smile on your face, plus it gave me an excuse to use my mom's ramen recipe.” He said moving the bowls to sit between us.

“You made this?” I said taking a bite. “Oh wow this tastes amazing, its the best ramen I’ve ever had.”

He smiled as he took a bite of his food. From then on we talked about this and that. We talked about what middle school was like, and our families. We talked for what seemed like for hours. We laid down looking at the stars as we talked about our favorite heroes, and goals. It was wonderful. Soon we fell into a comfortable silence, laying there in each other's arms.

I moved my head so I could look at his face, he turned to meet me looking into my eyes he closed the distance between our lips. It started out slow and sweet as we found our rhythm. He turned over pulling me closer to him, I could feel the heat radiating off him, I felt his fingers ghost over my skin, leaving hot trails behind only to be instantly met with the cold air sending a shiver down my spine. I deepened the kiss out tounges meeting and tangling together. I once again found my fingers in his hair, moaning as he pulled me closer, hand sliding lower and lower till he cupped my butt giving it a gentle squeeze. I groaned as he rolled on top of me, placing a hand on my hip, as he slid his hand up and under my shirt squeezing my breast lightly. I arched up into his hand wanting more of the sensation. I nipped his bottom lip, pulling him closer to me; he groaned pulling away from me.

“Are you ok with this? Cuz I don’t how much longer I can hold back if we keep this up.” He panted a deep red blush falling over his face.

“Don’t you dare stop now.” I responded pulling him back down; our lips crashing together as the passion built. His hands explored my body more, and I let fingers free of his hair so I could explore him. I undid the buttons of his shirt so I could run my fingers over his chest. I whined as he moved his mouth away from mine, as he lifted up shirt.

“Oh please tell me you are wearing the matching panties.” he moaned giving me a squeeze.

“Keep this up and you might just find out.” I said scraping my nails down his back.

He slid his hand behind my back undoing my bra and pulling it off me. He then took my breast into his mouth sucking and grazing his teeth over the nipple. I gasped and moan bucking into his hip; I could feel his hardening member. I pushed him up moving so I could undo his pants, taking out his cock, giving it a few strokes before moving my head down to take it into my mouth. I bobbed my head sucking as I did. Eijiro placed his hand on my head moaning, his hips bucking as I continued to suck him. He pushed me back till I was laying down, before pulling down my skirt reveling the matching underwear. He gave me a look before kissing me again pulling the now offending piece of fabric off my hips and giving me a look asking for permission to continue. I nodded leaning up to kiss him as he positioned himself at my entrance, sliding himself in. I moan at the sensation of him filling me. Once he was fully in he groaned giving me a chance to adjust. I rolled my hips giving him the ok to move, he started off slow going in and out both of us moan and holding on to each other as he picked up speed. He changed his position in just the right way that so that he hit just the right spot to make me let out a quiet scream as he hit again and again. I wrapped my legs around his waist so I could move my hips to meet his thrusts wanting to feel him deeper in me. I could feel myself getting closer, we were both panting and moaning.

“I’m close Eijiro!” I gasped dragging my nails down his back.

“Me too Izuku.” He moaned moving his hips faster and we both got closer to our climax. He pushed in one last time as I felt my wall clamp-down on his member; he groaned out my name as I felt his cock pulse inside me with his release. Gasping he laid down next to me pulling me into his arms kissing my shoulder.

“You are amazing Izuku.” he whispered.

“So are you, stay in my room tonight and I will help you clean up in the morning.” I said leaning into his arms as he chuckled.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” Eijiro said pulling me close as we watched the stars once again.

#kirideku #first fanfic #genderbender #mature #sunshine boys #my hero academia

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Jimmy & Janis

Jimmy: What it is, right, your twin left her coat at CG earlier & it's my neck if it's not back in her hands by me next shift Jimmy: pass it on Janis: Hmm Janis: Are you sure you've got the right person here? Jimmy: Grace Cavante is your sister isn't she? One of Janis: Unfortunately Janis: No doubt she'd rather you gave it to her yourself and that feeling is mutual, like Janis: Get a clue, lad Janis: couldn't be less obvious 'less she left her knickers Jimmy: Stop your chatting, a sec Jimmy: nowt's mutual that's why I'm asking you to get it, not her Jimmy: The resale's nowt either, I had a look Janis: You're in my inbox? Janis: Knew you were lost Janis: Poor Gracie, first you pie her then you call her cheap, gutted Jimmy: I've been round your family tree about 4 times Jimmy: Can't call myself lost Jimmy: You gonna grab this or nah? Janis: Unlucky, but I ain't gonna cry for you Janis: Wrong twin, again like Janis: What's in it for me? Already told me I can't flog it Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: well I'd shout you a muffin but if you're anything like her, I'll be the one eating it when you don't & I'm watching my figure meself Jimmy: guess the pleasure of my company works if you are? Janis: Tell you ain't from 'round here Janis: No 🍀 Janis: Nothing like her Jimmy: sounds more like my luck's finally in Jimmy: got enough stalkers Jimmy: more than I've done shifts Jimmy: what you want then, other twin? Janis: Not that I doubt how special you are Janis: I completely do, by the way Janis: You get to thinking how you can make me having to fucking regale every detail of this frankly riveting convo to my sister worthwhile and I'll get to walking, yeah? Jimmy: You wound me, girl 💔💔💔💔 Jimmy: I sought you out, whereas she's been in my inbox unread since my moving in date, that'd do for starters Janis: If the situation's a dire as you reckon, you'll have plenty consolation, boy Janis: Welcome Janis: State, honestly Jimmy: You're my consolation if you do me this delivery Jimmy: feeding me to the wolves in lipstick if you don't, basically Jimmy: 'ave it on your conscience if you want, mate Janis: Fucking Hell, if I start atoning for all her cringe or offering myself up as 'consolation' to every lad she makes a tit out of herself in front of I'll never get anything done Janis: Ugh, alright, brains, do your job for you as well, shall I? Just put your mate's number on her to-go 'stead of yours, yeah? Jimmy: alright but how many of 'em are coming to you direct for help, I'm making myself look as much of a tit here, aren't I? Jimmy: brutal you Jimmy: newbies don't have mates to throw under buses Janis: Well, don't be fooled by how available I seem Janis: phone never stops, like Jimmy: I'll find another way then Jimmy: if you stop by for coffee I'll misspell your name like we never chatted, don't worry Janis: Barista bants, how cute Janis: Whatever, it's on my route, I can get it tomorrow AM Jimmy: what you prefer, Janet or Janice? Let me know Janis: 😑 Janis: If you want my sister to ride you, keep on taking the piss, she'll love that, like Jimmy: if you want me to be nice to you, keep using your sister for that A+ excuse Jimmy: 'cause nah, there's nowt more appealing than her getting on her bike Janis: Ha, fuck off, you're the one with a tips jar and manager to keep happy, dickhead Janis: I'm not saying she's not fussy, I'm just saying it might take me several cups of coffee to give you enough 3rd degree burns for her to be #overit Jimmy: funny Jimmy: & im just saying I'd rather give me ex a bell & have her do her worst ruining my life long distance Janis: Worth a shot then, isn't it? Janis: Just try and be less Janis: this Janis: she might reckon you're a changed man Jimmy: is it gonna change your sister's mind about me if I do? Jimmy: 'cause her mates have homewrecker written all over 'em Janis: It was a poor choice of friendship tat, yeah but they ain't the brightest, bless Janis: idk, probably help if the girl was real, mate Jimmy: she is real but shes also real far away Jimmy: & really hates me Jimmy: that's mutual unlike the attraction your little twin is harboring 💔 Janis: 💔 Janis: fuck someone here then, ain't gotta be all 💕 just look enough like it that they write you off their hit lists, yeah Jimmy: proper romantic you Jimmy: I'll go back to the drawing board if its all the same Jimmy: don't need another lass falling for me, do I? Janis: 🙄 Janis: If I had such an easy out, I'd use it Janis: fucking blood ties, such bullshit, along with romance but there we go Jimmy: Easy? yeah alright, Juliet Janis: Not saying you've gotta off yourself with the poor bitch, steady on, though peak 💘 so it is Janis: You're either a 😻 magnet or you ain't, can't have it both ways Jimmy: I just wanna be left alone Jimmy: shouldn't be a lot to ask but until I master leprechaun for fuck off, it apparently is Janis: Preaching to the choir...nah, fuck that, preaching to the big man himself Janis: You work it out, you've got my details now you fucking stalker so hmu then and not before k Jimmy: you know the saying, get stalked enough, become fucked off enough by it to become the stalker Jimmy: or summat Janis: Tragic Janis: No doubt you coulda been something, kid Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: still could Jimmy: if you help me Janis: I don't know how to make a latte, soz Jimmy: not a requirement of dating me, and yeah, my boss is gutted Janis: you what? Jimmy: go out with me Jimmy: you said yourself it don't have to be a love story Janis: um yeah but you should both at least be somewhat into it, ideal world Janis: know you already called me out as the romantic here but Jimmy: nah, you're what I need Jimmy: I won't get tempted Jimmy: keep it easy, like you also said Janis: 🖕 Janis: Like I said, show me how it's worth my time and I will Jimmy: your sister would hate it Jimmy: not like I'm asking you to marry me, you look enough like her that'd be like asking myself to honeymoon in Vietnam Janis: You're a cunt, also, obviously not well-traveled Janis: say what you like Janis: it would be amusing to piss her off and I'm always up for finding new ways Jimmy: so you in? Jimmy: 3 date minimum Janis: You mean I actually have to spend time with you? Jimmy: as long as people think you are, do what you want Janis: Fill your boots Janis: but don't just be saying I let you finger me on your lunch break, like, that isn't working on anyone, least of all my sister and her stupid mates Jimmy: come get your sister's coat and we'll make the magic happen Jimmy: coupley pics and #s will work Jimmy: all they do is sip & scroll Janis: How magical can you really be, then? 😏 Janis: Fuck it, worth it just to piss her grafting you down the drain Jimmy: I'll fake rock your world, Jasmine Janis: Sure 👌 Make me forget my name half as many times as you have and you'll have fucked enough brain cells out to make me a thick Northern twat, clearly Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: hope you're a better actress than you are sweet talker, love Janis: That ain't the one, fucking hell Janis: pick a better petname if we ain't taking time to remember Jimmy: let me know what you want me to call you Jimmy: Baby, right? I bet you're one of them girls Janis: 😒 Hilarious Janis: My daddy issues are pretty non-existent, soz to report Jimmy: what then? Jimmy: Can't call you Juliet if you aren't ride or die for me, darling Janis: I'm remember your unfortunate accent now Janis: it's probably best you don't speak Jimmy: strong, silent type Jimmy: Alright Jimmy: 👍 Janis: It's your fantasy, kid Janis: Big yourself up however you gotta Jimmy: fantasy? nah Jimmy: necessity Janis: You've not gotta warn me Janis: Not swooning over this chat Jimmy: 💔 Janis: We're all gutted Janis: push that down and smile for the 'gram Jimmy: 😁 Janis: That's the spirit Jimmy: I know yours is more 😏 Jimmy: control yourself if you can, Jenna Janis: Make no promises to control myself so Janis: 👊 behave or deal Jimmy: make one or its off Jimmy: your sister & his mates break enough of my boundaries Janis: If the problem is they're swinging for you, I'm gonna go right ahead and victim blame Jimmy: probably keep that off the 'gram, girl Janis: We laying down ground rules here and now, yeah? Jimmy: you got something else on? Janis: It's the Easter hols Janis: so no Janis: fuck all Jimmy: then may as well Janis: Alright Janis: No posting without getting the other's go ahead first Jimmy: done Jimmy: same goes for agreeing to go somewhere/do something as the power couple we're pretending to be Janis: 'Course Jimmy: & if you tell your sister summat let me know too 'cause she loves questioning me over her coffee Janis: Ha Janis: I do my level best to avoid her but easy Jimmy: you're not gonna brag about what a good boyfriend I am 💔 Janis: We'll have to work out how good you are first, like Jimmy: good enough that I'm off limits your sister & her mates Jimmy: no more no less Janis: Can do that Jimmy: don't fall in love with me for real, can you do that? Janis: 😏 Are you for real? Janis: Ego to go with the accent, is it Jimmy: just checking you're not like your sister for real Jimmy: could be protesting too much for all I know Janis: And this could just be a really bad come on for all I know Janis: we'll have to trust on this one thing, deal? Jimmy: Yeah Janis: Sorted Janis: Make me sound good, as I will be for you Jimmy: how good? Jimmy: nobody knows my dating history, what's yours? Janis: Likewise Janis: all you gotta do is make it realistic enough that people stop asking if I'm a dyke Jimmy: Easy Jimmy: Are you a take it slow girl or hook up on date 1 type? Janis: Won't be getting that graphic on the 'gram, leave it out Jimmy: But it won't stay on the 'gram, will it? Jimmy: People chat Jimmy: what reputation do you want? Janis: Probably better to not be a slag init Jimmy: but don't be keeping me waiting too long if you don't wanna sound gay Janis: alright, irresistable Janis: 2nd date, like Jimmy: 👍 Janis: I ain't, by the way Jimmy: Don't matter Janis: Does Janis: Who needs the pressure of being a beard? This ain't what this is, got it Jimmy: It'd be less pressure, probably Jimmy: you'd be better at faking it Janis: Sorry to disappoint you and all the girls 😒 Jimmy: if its the only time you're gonna, I'll cope Janis: Naturally Janis: Aim to please Jimmy: save it for the 'gram, Judith Janis: Reckon I'm being nice rn? Janis: Poor boy 💔 Jimmy: nice matters less than gay Jimmy: Don't wanna be your mate Janis: Good thing too, aiming to please here, keep up Janis: just saying, starting to doubt how 😍 they are now Jimmy: come see for yourself Jimmy: I'm working as we speak Janis: 😏 Wow so hot Jimmy: it could be if you're ready to kick this off Janis: Why not? Janis: Sooner we get it done sooner we'll see results Jimmy: in a bit then Janis: Laters, babes Jimmy: Cute Janis: That's why you're with me Jimmy: I'm not yet Janis: You're gonna be salty 'cos I won't ride you in your hipster hangout today? 😂 Jimmy: I'm getting paid to be here, you're the one hanging out Janis: I'm picking up the bitch's coat, piss off Jimmy: You could do that when we close Jimmy: You're coming to see me Janis: You do this much? Janis: Suspiciously good at it Jimmy: Which bit? Janis: The bit where you fake a relationship Janis: Good tactic to get bare girls, like or what Jimmy: You're my first 💕 Jimmy: don't let it go to your head, Josephine Janis: as much as that'd get 'em throwing out the #goals Janis: secret's safe with me, boy Jimmy: 👍 Jimmy: don't have to go to these lengths up north Jimmy: girls just get if you're interested or nah Janis: 💔 it's a shithole, mate Janis: didn't you get told before leaving t'mines Jimmy: must've had too much coal in my ears or summat Janis: Don't know what you got 'til it's gone Janis: interested and interesting bitches included, obvs Jimmy: not only a pretty face you Jimmy: got it going on in your head too Jimmy: lucky me Jimmy: 😍😍😍😍 Janis: Yeah yeah Janis: Better take back what you said 'bout the leprechauns now you're coming up 🍀&🌹 Jimmy: if you save the humble for the #s I'll think about it Janis: Never been accused of being humble Janis: I guess the gay or nay is more pressing Jimmy: never checked a mirror or nowt, neither? Janis: 'Course, gotta spot myself at the gym, ain't I Jimmy: you can agree you're pretty then Jimmy: not an ugly duckling story either Janis: What's it matter, like Jimmy: im not fake dating one of them girls Jimmy: hates herself but still takes selfies Janis: that's another rule? i'll be thinking on my next then Jimmy: Can't prop up your self esteem Janis: Don't worry 'bout me, fake worry or otherwise ain't necessary Jimmy: I won't Jimmy: all worried out Jimmy: fake & real Janis: 🎻 Jimmy: customer service deserves a pity orchestra Jimmy: alright for you, rich girl Janis: I'll hire one out for date three if you earn it Janis: so 💸 Jimmy: just gimme the money Jimmy: if this was a naff teen rom com, I'd charge per date Janis: If I was richer, older and lonelier, you mean Janis: and you were desperate enough to be a rent boy Janis: you'd actually have to put out though so let's not Jimmy: only if I wanted top money Jimmy: the in it for the chit chat option would be more than I make at CG Janis: Then I hope to fuck you're a better fuck than you are bringing it with the chat, darling, no one is paying for this Jimmy: I'm not trying to impress you Jimmy: pay me and I'll be charming Janis: I'm not trying to pay Janis: Not that hard up, but tah Jimmy: don't complain about what you get then Janis: You ain't telling me what I can and can't do, babe Jimmy: I'm telling you I'm not here to listen to you whinge, babe Jimmy: Get a real boyfriend for that Janis: Have you tried talking to any of my sister's mates Janis: I really think it'll solve this whole thing Jimmy: I talk to 'em every shift Janis: That's not real Janis: that's wage slave robotics Jimmy: neither is this Janis: Whatever, do this at them then Janis: However fit you are, it ain't worth all this Janis: though, probably had worse, hm Jimmy: 💔 Jimmy: bad boy baristas are this year's...whatever last year's fad was Jimmy: whatever I say that's brutal I'm playing hard to get Jimmy: 🎻 Janis: 🤢 Ick Janis: last year's fad was the clap so like, careful Jimmy: I repeat, you're what I need Jimmy: nothing else has worked Janis: 😍 Janis: I said yes, didn't I Janis: it'll be sorted Jimmy: are you on your way? Jimmy: 'cause it won't be 'til then Janis: Keen Janis: Yeah, though, gimme 10 Jimmy: try and look like someone capable of getting my attention Janis: I'm not giving myself a shit fringe for you Janis: get some taste Jimmy: you don't know my tastes, Joanne Janis: I can guess Janis: and be right Jimmy: go for it Jimmy: try Janis: any bitch described in any indie song ever Janis: not like other girls 'cept like all the other girls at the shitty pub/gig drinking pints 'cos you'll think it's dead cool, like her tongue piercing and real leather jacket Jimmy: thats racist Jimmy: just 'cause I know all the lyrics to Wonderwall Janis: 😂 Janis: like glass, boy Jimmy: I hope you're better at pretending to know what I like Janis: I know I ain't wrong but you can have the automatic upgrade for free Jimmy: Funny Janis: What, now I'm TOO confident? Jimmy: Nah, too obvious Janis: Err, me or your lack of taste? Jimmy: you Janis: How Janis: Fucking cheek Jimmy: You've pulled the first cliche you could out of your arse Jimmy: is how Janis: I'm sooooo sorry Janis: sure she seemed really special and unique at the time Jimmy: I'm sorry that you're just like your sister Janis: Now who's chatting out their arse Jimmy: still you Jimmy: she don't know me either but she reckons she knows my tastes too Janis: and you don't know me, you barely know the bits of her she wants you to, like Jimmy: I'm not trying to even fake know you Janis: Mutual, hence idc what you fuck Janis: and it was a joke, fucking hell boy Jimmy: funny you Jimmy: like I said Janis: So you keep saying Janis: go do some work, i'm just killing time on the bus Jimmy: I'm working harder than you Jimmy: this chat is a slog without all the coffee I'm slinging between the lines Janis: Do one then? Save it for the 'gram, rule no.1 Jimmy: 👋 Janis: 🖕 Jimmy: 💕 Janis: what do you do that isn't shit coffee there Jimmy: drinks or food? Janis: Drinks Jimmy: shitter tea, tasteless milkshakes & minging smoothies Janis: 🙄 Joy Janis: if you can make the smoothie at least healthy as well as minging, do that Jimmy: I can make it taste alright if you keep that off the 'gram Janis: That's big talk, babe Jimmy: secret menus aren't just for starbucks Jimmy: I'm here all day I have to make some shit edible for myself Janis: Fair Janis: I'm willing to be impressed by the smoothie skillz at least Jimmy: Challenge accepted Janis: I'll be brutally honest, idc if you are bae Jimmy: calling me bae is more brutal Jimmy: hate that Janis: 😂 awh bae Jimmy: leave off, Jill Janis: hot and cold, you Jimmy: 💔 Janis: tell me 'bout it Janis: planning our fake breakup already Jimmy: Are you? Janis: that's the fun bit, right? Jimmy: make me look better than my ex did and it'll be a start Janis: i'll break your heart Janis: that's the reputation i'll take Jimmy: 😂 Jimmy: steady Janis: 🤷 Janis: i want what i want boy Jimmy: you think you're having my heart? how many dates we going on? Janis: work fast Janis: faster than i'm letting you Jimmy: up yourself you Janis: rich 😏 Jimmy: yeah you are, don't rub it in, girl Janis: I ain't though Janis: like you said, her coat's shit Jimmy: means she's got shit taste not a lack of funds Janis: You can't be rich with 10 kids Janis: trust Jimmy: you could Jimmy: could be a princess for all I know Janis: 😂 what kind of deep cover is this Janis: living in this hole Janis: going to that school, sure Jimmy: #humble Janis: funny Janis: you wish Jimmy: Why? Jimmy: I don't care what you are, do I Janis: 💸 and clout would be an undeniable bonus, regardless Jimmy: I told you, I wanna be left alone, clout is the opposite of that Jimmy: & I don't need your money, girl Janis: Okay so you can't be bought, get you Jimmy: that's not what we're doing here Janis: I know Janis: Serious Janis: you're just easy to take the piss outta Jimmy: piss off Janis: I'll turn around now, like Jimmy: go on then Jimmy: I'm not having the threat of you walking hanging over me head Janis: So serious Janis: Not a princess with a driver, there's no changing the bus route on the rest of this lot now Janis: no matter how moody you get Jimmy: I've got a kid sister I ain't babysitting you too Jimmy: Be serious Janis: Yeah yeah Jimmy: Or call it off Janis: Nah Jimmy: It's not a yeah or nah question Jimmy: it's me saying don't half arse fake dating me Janis: I ain't going to Janis: like you said, this ain't real, and ain't how it's gonna be but can't prove that 'til I get there Jimmy: 👌 Janis: That ain't a response either Janis: I ain't the only one with something to prove Jimmy: Show your face & I will Janis: Try not to look too disappointed Janis: don't doubt some of your fangirls will be watching Jimmy: How many times do you want me to tell you you're pretty when nobody's listening? Janis: Shut up Janis: That ain't what I meant Jimmy: 🙄 Janis: See? Don't start Janis: 😍 only dickhead Jimmy: calm down, dickhead Jimmy: I've got this Janis: First time, you admitted as much Jimmy: Faking it, yeah Jimmy: I've done it for real, that's harder Janis: You reckon Jimmy: I don't care what you think so yeah Jimmy: As long as it looks good it don't matter if it is Janis: That's same as the real thing let's not lie Jimmy: Nah Janis: Agree to disagree, darling Jimmy: Disagree and tell you to shut your face, Jodie Janis: Save it for your ex, Romeo Janis: 💘 such a romantic Jimmy: If I was, she wouldn't be an ex, would she? Janis: Giving you benefit of doubt Janis: LDR never works, you're a 15 year old boy Janis: got like what, 13 more before you find the one, isn't it? Jimmy: what makes you think long distance is what ex-ed her? 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Two’s Company, Three’s Allowed A TRR Fanfic

5 Home is Where the Heart is, or the Lucy Effect

NSFW, mention of pregnancy and miscarriage, mention of sex

‘We’re here Valois, wake up my sweet.’ Drake’s voice cut into Lucy’s dream, and she opened her eyes. The car was drawing up into the drive of Valtoria Manor. Much less imposing than the Royal Palace and rather modest, but some where she had begun to call home. The drive back from the hospital seemed to take an age, and she had fallen asleep.

The doctors had been happy to let her go as they knew she had a conscientious and loving partner to go back to, to say nothing of attentive servants and luxurious surroundings. She smiled, wondering what they would think when they found out she actually had two partners, thanks to Brad invoking the Cordonian dual marriage. He was due to make a press statement from the Palace later that day, so Drake had been the one to fetch her and take her home. She knew that Brad would also be announcing Drake’s elevation to the nobility – he would be Duke Walker of Lucytania. He was a little grumpy about that, but it was the price he had to pay for being a third party to Brad and Lucy’s marriage.

The memory of laying injured and undiscovered for hours on a ledge beside the mountain track was still fresh in her mind. Her mistaken idea that she had been pregnant had shaken her to the core, as she and Brad had decided to wait a while to start a family as they had actually only met a few months ago. Cordonia would have to wait for an heir – even more so now as she had been advised to take reliable contraception for a few months, to be on the safe side in case it had been an early miscarriage rather than a late period.

Her relief at hearing Drake’s voice when he found her had been profound. On his part, if he had any doubts about accepting their offer to be a third party to their marriage, they had been swept away by the shock of almost losing her permanently.

Drake leaned across her to open the door of the limo, jumping out to avoid troubling the housekeeper who had come out to greet them.

‘It’s fine Gladys, I can open a car door’ he grumbled, and she stood back respectfully. Lucy made a mental note to ask the staff to stand off when Drake was about. He took her arm to support her as she got out ‘Careful now, you’ve not been up and about much, you’re bound to be a little weak, and you’ve a fair few bumps and bruises’

‘Don’t fuss, Walker.’ she scolded, but was secretly glad as her legs were a little wobbly. As they set off to the front door she felt her knees buckle and Drake took her full weight.

‘Right that’s it, I’m carrying you.’ he said, and scooped her up in his arms.

‘Why Drake, you’re carrying me across the threshold.’ she whispered, and he grinned back at her.

‘Well so I am, your Majesty – or should it be Mrs Walker? We’ll have to give your name some thought; maybe a double barrelled ‘Mrs Rys-Walker?’ Gladys was supervising the removal of their bags and was out of earshot, but he still spoke in a low tone.

‘It’s not official yet. I’ll be developing a complex with all these titles. Just Lucy is fine – or Valois to you.’ she smiled, and Drake grimaced.

‘I can’t believe that name stuck.’ he said ‘I was trying to keep my distance when I called you by your surname – and look where it got me!’

‘I rather like it. Don’t forget you’ll soon be Duke Walker – or will it be Duke Rys-Walker?’ Lucy teased. ‘By the way, where are you taking me?’

‘I hadn’t thought that through, but you could direct me to your bedroom.’ he grinned, waggling his eyebrows.

‘Sure, but no hanky panky - remember what the doctor said, no sex for a few days. Besides, I still have bumps and bruises’ scolded Lucy, and Drake’s face fell. He put her down in the hall and she found her feet but held on to Drake’s arm for support.

‘Just my luck, cock blocked by a doc.’ he grumbled, and Lucy chuckled at the pun. Gladys had followed the couple inside and cleared her throat.

‘Your Majesty, welcome home. We were all very concerned at your injuries and are very glad to see you back in reasonable health. Please let us know if there’s anything we can do to make you comfortable.’

‘Thankyou Gladys, I’ve been told to get a good balance of rest and exercise, and I’m sure Cook will know the sort of wholesome food that will help me build my strength up.’

‘Of course your Grace. Is his Majesty joining you soon?’ Gladys glanced pointedly at Drake. Lucy followed suit, then looked back at Gladys.

‘Gladys, the King will be making a press statement from the Palace in a couple of hours. I’d like you and all the staff to listen to it. I’d tell you myself what it concerns but I’m not feeling strong enough yet. I’d like to rest now, but if any of you need to talk to me before dinner, I’ll come down to the drawing room to answer any questions you might have.’ Gladys dropped a little curtsy.

‘Very well your Grace. Cook prepared a light meal that we can send up shortly. I can show you to your suite…’

‘That’s fine Gladys, I’ll accompany Val – Duchess Lucy.’ asserted Drake, and Gladys blushed.

‘It’s fine Gladys, Drake is my close friend and the King’s adviser, and I’m sure he’ll do a good job of chaperoning me to my room. Don’t worry, you won’t get into trouble with the King for being improper.’ Gladys pursed her lips disaprovingly, then bobbed again and hurried off toward the kitchen. Drake waited until she was out of earshot before bursting into stifled laughter.

‘Oh My God, she was trying to protect your virtue. Now I wish even more that I could whisk you off and ravish you within an inch of your life.’

‘Careful, it might not take much.’ Lucy giggled. ‘Poor Gladys, I wonder if she’ll feel more or less embarrassed when she hears what Brad’s got to say.’ Drake shook his head in disbelief.

‘Okay Valois, you’ll have to direct me to your suite. Do you feel strong enough to walk?’

‘I think so. I’ll lean on you if not – or you can always pick me up again.’ The couple carried on to the Master suite, Lucy walking slowly and gingerly but managing the whole distance without Drake’s support. He threw the door open with a flourish and a mock bow. They entered the bedroom and Drake stood taking it all in, the centre piece the enormous canopied four poster bed festooned with pillows, and beyond it the door to the balcony overlooking the rear of the estate and the hills and mountains.

‘Wow, I’d forgotten what this room was like. The only time I saw it was when we all came here for the first time.’ Lucy was looking pensive, and he put his arm around her and kissed the top of her head.

‘We were on the balcony when I told Brad how I felt about you.’ she said quietly. ‘I’ve only ever shared this room with him.’ She hugged him back and snuggled her head into his chest.

‘If it makes you uncomfortable, I’ll leave you here – or you can come to my room, wherever that is.’ murmured Drake, squeezing her tighter.

‘We’ll be sharing everything soon enough, though it feels odd that Brad’s not here. They’ll be bringing the food up soon, so let’s stay for now.’

‘I’ll stay out of sight when they come, so nobody’s embarrassed.’ said Drake, ruffling her hair. ‘It will only be the once, they’ll know about our new arrangement soon enough. Had Brad considered telling the staff before the press statement?’

‘Yes, but it would only have put pressure on them to keep it secret from their families. It’s best for all of Cordonia to find out at the same time. Hopefully it only means a little inconvenience for us for a short while. I just hope everyone thinks it’s a good idea.’ There was a soft knock at the door, and Drake took himself away to the bathroom as Lucy went to answer it. One of the staff entered with a trolley.

‘Your Grace, I have refreshments for Mr Walker too, shall he be eating in his room?’

‘Thankyou Lily, Mr Walker will be my guest and keep me company while I eat, so you can leave it all with me. Did Grace tell you about the press statement?’

‘Yes your grace, we’ll all be listening.’

‘In that case, make sure you don’t miss it. I’d like all the staff to watch it. I’ll be taking a rest after we eat, so please make sure I’m not disturbed. I can cope with serving the food, thank you.’ The door closed, and Drake came out of the bathroom.

‘They really are good at keeping tabs on you, aren’t they? All this nonsense with servants and scraping and bowing never felt right to me, even though I grew up with it.’

‘Me too, but it’s their job.’ said Lucy simply ‘I try to keep it to a minimum, but they all have families to support. I make sure I know all their names and their family circumstances. I do treat them like human beings, you know. Besides, I expect you’d be firing up the barbeque if it was just the two of us. I’m sure Cook will have prepared something suitable for an invalid.’ Drake wrapped his arms around her again and held her gently.

‘I’d expect nothing less from you, Valois.’ He sighed and rocked her softly from side to side. ‘I never dreamed I’d be able to hold you like this again. I’m not sure I ever did. It was all stolen moments, feeling guilty about cheating Brad.’

‘I know what you mean. I felt guilty too, but I never could resist you.’

‘Resist me?’ he laughed. ‘As I remember it, you were the one to make the first move. When did you first feel you had to hold back?’

‘That night at Olivia’s place when we watched the meteors together.’

‘You held my hand on the way back.’ he smiled fondly.

‘You remembered! Was that the first time for you?’

‘Way earlier. I knew you were trouble when Brad set eyes on you, but it wasn’t until you nearly got trampled by the horse in the stables at the Royal Races that I felt the full force of the Lucy Effect. I got a sudden vision of you looking all helpless and me being shirtless. Then you got up and asked if I was stalking you.’ Lucy giggled.

‘The Lucy Effect?’ she looked up at him.

‘Yup. You have a way of affecting everyone around you. You even rattled Olivia, and that was no mean feat.’

‘I wonder how it would have been if Brad hadn’t been with you that night. You’d already caught my eye you know, but as soon as he walked in, I was hooked. He had that regal vibe going on, though I didn’t know what it was back then.’ Drake sighed.

‘He can be very imposing. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve watched women swoon over him with his pretty boy looks, to say nothing of the money and power. It’s lucky he’s such a good guy and doesn’t let it go to his head’

‘It’s lucky for you I like the rugged look too, but luck is only a small part of him being grounded – a lot of that is down to you. Now let’s stop talking and start eating. I’m starving and ready to eat anything that wasn’t prepared in a canteen.’

The couple tucked into a meal of soup, fresh bread, cheese and fruit, Lucy eating sparingly despite her insistence of being hungry and Drake devouring the bread greedily. Lucy sat back and ginned at Drake conspiratorially.

‘I have a fun way of making the staff think we’re not together. It will only be necessary this once, before they know everything, but it will feel like we’re being a bit naughty.’ she winked.

‘I’m game. What do you have in mind?’ asked Drake. She sat forward in her seat and lowered her voice.

‘You make your way back to your room and wait. I shan’t tell you what I’m going to do, just keep your ears and eyes open – oh, and make plenty of noise going over there.’ Drake frowned a little but nodded.

‘Okay, You’re on. Shall we do it now?’

‘No time like the present. Put the trolley back outside too, and we’ll see how long before they take it away. Look out for staff in the corridors and tell me what you see.’ Drake rolled the trolley to the door and opened it. He made a show of banging it loudly against the door frame as he left it outside. A member of staff was waiting at the far end of the corridor and jumped at the noise.

‘Oops, clumsy me.’ Drake proclaimed loudly. ‘I’ll be off to my room, your Grace. I’ll see you later in the drawing room.’ He closed the door firmly and smiled at the servant as he made his way off to his room. He passed two more members of staff, one carrying linen, and one at the end of the corridor that led to his room who was nonchalantly dusting a windowsill despite not having any other cleaning supplies. He gave each one a casual greeting and entered his quarters, noting that his overnight bag had been deposited at the end of the bed.

He sat and waited, gazing out of the window but listening intently for any unusual sounds. After a while he heard a faint knocking, but it wasn’t coming from the door. He circled the room looking to see where it was coming from, but he didn’t have long to wait before a section of the wall next to the bed swung open and Lucy appeared, grinning from ear to ear.

‘Ta daaa!’ she said triumphantly. ‘This place has a ton of secret passages. Did you see anyone outside?’ Drake nodded.

‘Yup, there was someone at the end of the corridor.’

‘Just as I thought, but they’ll be off to listen to the press statement soon, then we can relax – not that I’m planning to do anything noisy, I need a nap.’ Drake waved his hand graciously at the bed.

‘I extend the hospitality of my room, your Grace.’ he said playfully. ‘Though technically it is your room anyway.’

‘Why thankyou kind sir.’ Lucy said, dipping into a curtsy ‘Didn’t I see you out at the stables before? Are you perhaps the Stable Master, or are you a lowly stable hand?’

‘I don’t think a lowly stable hand would be able to offer you such luxury, but I can be whatever My Lady wishes.’ Lucy smiled, and stepped close to him.

‘It would be fun to play.’ she said, turning her face up to him. ‘But I think we should just be Drake and Lucy right now.’ He leant down and gave her a chaste kiss.

‘We’d better keep our clothes on then. I don’t want to be responsible for a relapse.’ he took a lock of her hair and ran it through his fingers ‘Do you think Brad would have me thrown in the dungeons for wearing you out?’ Lucy’s eyes opened wide.

‘Are there dungeons in the Palace? I would have thought that was more Olivia’s style.’ she shivered at the memory of the Nevrakis cell she and Olivia had been thrown into at Justin’s mercy. Drake realised his mistake and held her tight.

‘No, not that I know of, but security has some secure rooms with no secret passages. In the absence of a Doctor I prescribe rest, Valois. Do you want me to stay with you?’ She scooted back onto the bed, holding her hand out for him to follow.

‘Of course I do, why do you think I used the passages to get here. Just lie down with me and try to control yourself.’ she winked. He meekly followed her and lay down on his back. She lay down facing him and snuggled into his side. Her breathing slowed until she was fast asleep.

Drake just lay there drinking in her presence – the warmth of her body, the scent of her hair, the sound of her breath. He couldn’t remember ever being so quietly, blissfully happy.

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#drake x mc #fanfiction #lucy and brad #drake x lucy x brad #drake x lucy #Two's Company

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mllemaenad · 6 years

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'Imagine your children growing up in such a world. If a mage asked it of you, you would have to give him your daughter, not knowing what his plans for her might be. You could not resist him, and neither could she.' - Sorry, this line particularly came to my attention because take away magic and this? Is exactly what happens in the Tabris origin. And to that one Orlesian merchant in Denerim in DA:O. And probably to any number of peasant/elven girls at the hands of nobles every day across Thedas.

No need to be sorry. :)

You’re right. Absolutely.

The thing is – take this in context. This is an answer written by a grand cleric to a nobleman who seems (we don’t have his side of the conversation, obviously, so we can only infer from the substance of the reply) to have been challenging the Chantry’s treatment of mages. If you look at it like that, then what the grand cleric is describing is what happens to almost every mage child in southern Thedas.

Armed men come to your door and take your child away. You have no right to say no. And you have no idea what they’re going to do with them. They may take your child to a Circle across the sea. They may murder them. They may make them Tranquil. They may rape them, beat them, torture them. Maybe you’ll be lucky: maybe your kid is Vivienne or one of the Warden mages. Maybe they’ll do okay.

But you don’t know. And you can’t tell the Templars to go away; that they can’t have your child. They live in a world where this happens to parents every day.

It’s almost too much to imagine. The Circle, the Templars, they’ve shaped my life. I was no more than twelve when they came for me. My mother wept when they fixed the chains to my wrists, but my father was glad to see me gone. He had been afraid, ever since the fire in the barn. Not just afraid of what I could do, but afraid of me, afraid my magic was punishment for whatever petty sins he imagined the Maker sat in judgement upon.

– Anders (short story)

Anders’s mum couldn’t say no. Maybe she wanted to. At bare minimum, it sounds as though she didn’t want to lose her son forever. But that’s what happened. Little Ella is desperate to get back to her parents, because the Templars didn’t even tell them where they were taking her – and when we encounter her, a Templar is threatening her with Tranquillity and strongly implied sexual assault.

Wynne gave birth to a healthy baby boy, whom she was allowed one day with before he was taken into Chantry custody. The child, who was names Rhys, was taken to Lydes and from there transferred to the White Spire in Orlais when it was discovered that he, too, was a mage.

– World of Thedas I

They kidnapped a newborn baby and took him to a different damn country. It took decades, and fighting an archdemon, for Wynne to even get the chance to find him again.

Dulci de Launcet was lucky: she’s a noble, so she at least had letters and some general idea of where her kid was, but she hadn’t laid eyes on her son since he was six.

Yeah. Good fucking job, Chantry. You really solved the problem of powerful people coming to your door to abduct your children.

But while, yes, given the context of the letter I think the irony is best understood in relation to mages, I definitely think it can be expanded upon:

The demon had impersonated the human man who had bought her from the slavers that took her in after her father died. She’d had no idea back then who those kind men really were, only that they offered her food and a warm bed to sleep in. Then an even kinder man came to take her from them, and she found herself in his luxurious home and thought herself the luckiest girl in the entire alienage.

How very naive she had been. Count Dorian, as she learned her new master’s name to be, had been in search of an elven whore he could keep as a pet, something he could put in a pretty dress and bring with him on one of his many trips to the capital, like baggage.

– Dragon Age: The Calling

Ah, look. The exact scenario Grand Cleric Francesca was fear-mongering about. A little girl abducted, enslaved and sold to a nobleman who abused and tortured her. Yes, a mage-child as it happens, but that wasn’t apparent at the time. Fiona was vulnerable because she was an elf – an orphaned elf considered expendable by society.

“What they wish is irrelevant.” Celene turned and stalked away from the window. “I am already fighting a war on two fronts. I cannot be seen to fight a war on three.”

“Then don’t.” Briala rose, putting herself in Celene’s path. “Give them justice.”

“A lord for the death of an elf? I … damn this thing.”

With a quick jerk, Celene tore her mask from her face. Her face was flushed beneath, her eyes red from another night of little sleep. “Shall I declare the elves equal citizens before the Maker and the throne as well, while I’m at it?”

“Why not?” Briala took her own mask off, stealing a quick moment to steady herself. “Unless you don’t believe that, and I’m just a jumped-up kitchen slut you haven’t tired of yet.

– Dragon Age: The Masked Empire

Or here: a revolt that ends in genocide, and that begins because it is unthinkable that they arrest a nobleman for murdering an elf. The victim’s name was Lemet. He was killed shielding an eight-year-old boy who threw a rock at a carriage. And the boy said he did it because his mother had been murdered by Orlesian nobility:

“They killed my mother,” the boy said, pulling against Lemet’s grip.

“Be quiet.” Lemet looked back at the coach and heard its joints creak as the guards jumped down to the street. The driver would want to have that oiled, some part of Lemet’s mind noted.

“They can’t come down this street after what they did to her,” the boy insisted. “They can’t!”

– Dragon Age: The Masked Empire

Or this, where soldiers rob, rape and murder their own citizens in the midst of a civil war:

“Two days ago, Lady Seryl’s men rode in and cur down every man and woman working the fields. Killed our guards, killed everyone in the village square. When they finished killing the other soldiers, they fired arrows out onto the water, killed most of our boys in the boats. They took all the food they could find. They spent the night.” A collective flinch splashed across the crowd. “Said we had been assisting enemies of the throne, that this was a lesson to anyone who’d help Gaspard’s men.” At the last, his voice broke. “My lord, I don’t even know who Gaspard is.”

– Dragon Age: The Masked Empire

Or the serial killer who is repeatedly allowed to walk free because he’s a magistrate’s son, and he targets elven children. Or the elven boys who fled to the Qun because a guard raped their sister – no one would arrest him, so they took matters into their own hands.

And yes, of course, you see the exact same thing in Ferelden in the alienage.

I’m sure everyone feels so much safer now they’ve locked up all the mages.

Orlais’s crimes don’t excuse Tevinter’s. That’s where they went wrong with Dorian’s … painful dialogue on slavery. You can’t point to the horrors of Orlesian society and therefore suggest that the Tevinter slave trade is not that awful. It doesn’t work like that. What you can do, though, is say that Tevinter’s crimes don’t excuse Orlais’s – particularly when they tend to do exactly the same shit:

Slavery still thrives in Thedas, even if the trade has been outlawed. Who hasn’t heard the tales of poverty-stricken elves lured into ships by the prospect of well-paying jobs in Antiva, only to find themselves clapped in leg-irons once at sea? And humans fall prey to this, too.

If they’re lucky, they end up in Orlais, which has only “servants.” Most nobles treat them decently because they are afraid of admitting the truth. Orlesians go to great lengths to maintain the fiction that slavery is illegal.

Of course, the greatest consumer of slave labor is the Tevinter Imperium, which would surely crumble if not for the endless supply of slaves from all over the continent. There, they are meat, chattel. They are beaten, used as fodder in the endless war against the Qunari, and even serve as components in dark magic rituals.

—From Black City, Black Divine: A Study of the Tevinter Imperium, by Sister Petrine, Chantry scholar

– Slavery in the Tevinter Imperium

Fiona is not an anomaly: Orlais kidnaps and sells people into slavery, too.

And this makes sense. Fantasy always draws on the real world, even if they mix and match the cultures and historical periods a bit. So, just like in the real world, you generally have to take anything the wealthy and powerful say with a grain of salt.

The Chantry has a very specific, empire building, agenda. It makes much of problems that aren’t really problems (demons and abominations are not widespread threats, and both are poorly understood); it pins the blame for actual crises on oppressed groups (the Blight is in no way the fault of this random peasant mage from Antiva); it uses racism and religious intolerance to create in- and out-groups (elves [and dwarves, but we haven’t conquered them yet] are degenerate heathens who are preventing the Maker from returning).

As much as I love Dragon Age, what Bioware does sometimes that is … uncomfortable … to use a mild word, is that it lets the powerful rule the narrative. Inquisition is worst at this, because it presents strong voices for people like Cassandra and Cullen, who stick fairly close to the party line. And then it takes characters like Varric and Sera, and distances them from their own cultures … which is fine for individuals but awkward when we’re not letting Briala or Fiona say much either – and where the fuck is Sigrun? No one’s spoken for Orzammar’s casteless since Awakening. But it’s there, to some extent, in all the games.

So the point, always, is that mages and Circles are misdirection. Mages are scapegoats in the Chantry faith who are held responsible for all the bad things, and represent a pretend evil nobility that the Orlesian Chantry is keeping under control.

But the actual problems of this fantasy world are more or less the same as the problems of the real world: powerful nations dominate the continent and force others to bow to their whims and adopt their culture, because empires are just shit; the rich and powerful hoard all the rights to themselves, and can do damn near anything to the poor – particularly where the poor are part of a marginalised group.

What Orlais doesn’t want people to realise is that they are Tevinter. It was never the mages that were the problem, it was the absolute power the Tevinter magisters held over their slaves – a power now held mostly by the Orlesian nobility, who use it in pretty much the same way. Not exclusively, no: of course the nobility of other nations can be, and bloody are, evil fucks. But even there, the Chantry view helps to obscure the truth: you should be scared of empires and those who rule them. Much more scared than you are of a possessed mage.

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drakorn · 6 years

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Dracula vs Krolock: Who’s the better Vampire Lord?

Sources used: The Dracula Novel and the Tanz der Vampire Musical

PS: Don’t take it too serious XD

The Lair

Dracula: A ruined castle in the middle of nowhere that has only a few tidy rooms left. There are dust and ruin everywhere and no mirrors at all. Basically, the castle looks like it has been the prime battleground during a World War. And Dracula doesn’t even bother to clean up the dust. BUT...that’s okay...because apparently, the kitchen is still excellent. And the library and bedrooms are still in great shape.

Krolock: Imposing castle in the middle of nowhere. However, the big difference is that it’s still mostly intact. It has beautiful architecture, functioning hot-water bathrooms and mirrors everywhere. It also has a ballroom, a personal graveyard, a massive art gallery and a library. However, the library does need some cleaning, as do the bedrooms.

Verdict: Overall, while both showing some fixed left to improve, Krolock takes much greater care of his lair and actually undertakes the effort to make it at least feel and look like a functioning home.

Preventing Victims from Escaping

Dracula: Locks 90% of the castle’s rooms and keeps the keys to himself. If a victim somehow manages to get away, there is an entire wolf pack waiting outside. The only two people who made it out of this castle alive suffered severe mental health problems, with one of said two people ending up in a mental asylum for a lifetime.

Krolock: Trusts the labyrinthian structure of his castle. However, apart from that...he doesn’t actually DO anything to prevent his victims from escaping. He is so full of himself that he even allows them to move EVERYWHERE in the castle, including his crypt. If it weren’t for Alfred’s pacifism, Krolock perhaps wouldn’t have even made it to the ball. If the victim escapes...they pretty much get away safely actually. The only active force working on Krolock’s behalf in this is Koukol, and he turns out not to be much of a hindrance.

Verdict: Dracula clearly took more careful measures to prevent his victims from escaping and even if they did, they suffered for it.

Seducing Victims

Dracula: Stalks his prey in all shapes and sizes and pretty much forces them to drink his blood so that he can oversee them mentally. If the victim resists, he uses vampire hypnosis to make them do their bidding. However, as soon as he is away, the victim actively tries to fight back, which eventually lead to Dracula’s downfall.

Krolock: Spends years preparing the chosen victim to be his bride at the midnight ball. He constantly flat out tells Sarah what he’s going to do to her, even though he chooses his words very carefully. The big difference is that Krolock’s victims actually WANT to go to him willingly. The entire risk of them fighting back and foiling his plans is eliminated here. What he does is much more dangerous and successful. Rather than forcing people to join him, he gives them the illusion of choice and makes his side look so much better than anything mortality can give them.

Verdict: While both have effective ways to obtain their meal, Krolock essentially has much more patience and efficiency on his side.

Treatment of Servants

Dracula: Well, he’s got his gipsies, Renfield, the nocturnal animals and, of course, the brides. Later, Lucy joins these ranks. Overall, this is a force to be reckoned with. However, Dracula couldn’t care less about the state of his servants. He leaves his brides in a constant state of hunger and provides them with the absolute minimum of nourishment. He constantly threatens Renfield and was the sole reason for his madness in the first place (or so it is implied). As soon as he is done with Lucy, he tosses her aside and pretty much forgets about her. His gipsies are the only people who actually appear 100% loyal to him. However, it is also implied that they don’t even know Dracula’s vampire identity. So we’re talking deception here. However, Dracula is a VAMPIRE lord. How many vampires does he have in total? THREE (four, if we count Lucy’s short-term vampire existence).

Krolock: Commands an entire legion of vampires. All of them are 100% loyal to him. He also has his own son living with him as a vampire, and from what the musical shows to us, they are in a pretty healthy father-son relationship. He also has a loyal mortal servant at his side. What’s the difference here? While Dracula might have the bigger amount of servants in total, Krolock’s servants are all loyal to him. He also treats them much better. They get their own graveyard to rest in, Krolock throws yearly balls at the castle at which he himself provides his subjects with nourishment. It might not be much, but at least he tries XD

Verdict: While Dracula has more of a “rule on fear” logic, Krolock actually undertakes the extra step of making his subjects loyal to him. He surely rules them with an iron fist, but despite everything, he really seems to care for his people.

Plan to expand the Species and dominate Mankind

Dracula: “Right, I shall get those 50 boxes filled up with dirt, then I shall buy estates all over London, travel there and turns England into my new vampire kingdom! I will do this all by myself, for I have no trust in my current servants whatsoever. Sure, they can assist me here and there, but I am still the conqueror! I conquered humans once, I can do it again. There is absolutely no way they could brace themselves.”

Krolock: “Okay everybody, so here’s the plan, and I will require all of you to be on board with this. We have our yearly balls and each one of them shall serve us as an evening of expanding our breed! And look at those vampire hunters coming from a civilised world to save the peasant girl. They clearly know a lot about us AND the current state of the human world. What we shall do is the following: We will turn them and they shall be our first steps to widen our conquest. So nobody undertake any solo missions here, we actually have a plan to survive! Just imagine! Each one of you will be able to feast as you crave! We will need to work together to achieve this! Team spirit, everyone!”

Verdict: Well...Dracula is dead and Krolock enjoys his new position as vampire ruler in the modern world. We can clearly see who’s plan worked out in the end.

#Dracula #Tanz der Vampire #Count Dracula #Graf von Krolock #Who's the better vampire lord?

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dalishious · 7 years

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@briannamorley Well I wasn’t going to respond to all your replies, but then I figured hell, if you felt the need to go through all my anti Celene shit to leave messages saying you disagreed, you must really value my opinion of your opinion, so who would I be not to?

briannamorley replied to your post “What ending should I take in WEWH? Last time I played I hadn't read...”

Love the page; disagree about Celine and Briala's relationship being toxic--save for her killing Bria's parents. I personally always reconcile them even if you weigh her over Gaspard, she's the lesser of two evils. Gaspard would do way more killing then a 1k elves plus, as far as the abuse we don't know the extent all Bria says is on days she was cruel, she imagined them being amongst the Dalish with Celine having to serve her.

So like... if having her parents murdered doesn’t cross a line for you into toxic territory, what does, then?

And re: “We don’t know the extent” of Celene’s treatment of Briala...

The black curls lightened to grey with the pre-dawn light, then slid to the light brown of cinnamon as the sun brought colour to the room. Dirt-brown, Celene had called it, when Briala had waited upon her as a girl. Horse-dung brown, an ugly shadow of Celene’s spun-gold locks. -pg 27

Briala, a WOC, grew up serving Celene, a white woman, comparing her hair to horse-dung. And had to just grin and bare it because that was her job, and her mother instructed her to be Celene’s friend.

“Maker, I envy you sometimes.” She knew immediately that she had said something wrong. She felt Briala stiffen, though her arms didn’t move, and Briala’s voice was light as she said, “The empress of Orlais envies an elven handmaid?” “You know what I mean, Bria.” Still holding her, Celene patted Briala’s back. “You could leave here, become someone else.” “As long as that someone is an elf,” Briala said with a dimpled smile, but Celene knew she was still hurt. “Yes, I know. But I... I was born to sit on that throne. I can’t do anything else. Since my parents and Lady Mantillon...” She trailed off. This time, Briala pulled away. “You would make a wonderful scholar,” she said as she stood and pulled her robe on, “at least until Emperor Gaspard made a decision you found objectionable. Then, I believe trouble would ensue.” She smiled over her shoulder. “You are probably right, my love.” Celene rose as well and pulled her own robe on, as if nothing were wrong. “And... I will consider Remache.” Briala nodded and slipped her mask into place, then left through the passage behind the mirror, and Celene sighed and fetched her little magical pot. She would be making her own tea this morning, it seemed. -pg 59

Celene hurts Briala, and her thought is how she’ll have to make her own tea.

Briala sat. “...The elves in Halamshiral are angry. Lord Mainserai killed a tradesman without justification, and the elves are calling for mien’harel.” At Celene’s silence, Briala added, “It is an elven word. When the humans go too far, the elves remind them that even a short blade must be respected. They—” “They will rebel,” Celene said, the words cutting through the chilly autumn air. “Against me. Now.” “It is not rebellion, Your Majesty.” Briala bowed her head and took a shaky breath, clutching at the griffon-head arm of her chair. This was exactly what she had feared. “The elves of Halamshiral have never seen you. Their grievance is with neither you nor Orlais. They only wish justice for a man of your empire who died without cause.” “What they wish is irrelevant.” Celene turned and stalked away from the window. “I am already fighting a war on two fronts. I cannot be seen to fight a war on three.” “Then don’t.” Briala rose, putting herself in Celene’s path. “Give them justice.” “A lord for the death of an elf? I... damn this thing.” With a quick jerk, Celene tore the mask from her face. Her face was flushed beneath, her eyes red from another night of little sleep. “Shall I declare the elves equal citizens before the Maker and the throne as well, while I’m at it?” “Why not?” Briala took her own mask off, stealing a quick moment to steady herself. “Unless you don’t believe that, and I’m just a jumped-up kitchen slut you haven’t tired of yet.” Celene turned away, tossing her mask onto an overstuffed couch and stalking to the great amber wall. “You know I cannot do that, Bria. I might as well engrave Gaspard’s initials on the throne.” Against the wall of gold and red, Briala’s empress and lover looked pale and wan. Celene had always seen sleep as an enemy, or at most a necessary evil, from what Briala could tell, and since the events in Kirkwall the stress of rising tensions had her awake before dawn almost every morning. If it were early enough, Briala could sometimes coax her into lovemaking, and the warm and drowsy bliss afterward would let Celene steal a few more hours of rest. Lately, even that had not been enough. Briala sighed. “I do know.” Instead of going to Celene, she went to the small table where Celene’s teapot sat, forever just shy of boiling. She poured Celene a cup of tea, brought it over, and gently touched Celene’s shoulder. It was not quite an apology. -pg 62

Briala fears having to ask Celene to enact justice. Celene says what the elves want is of no care to her. She then mocks the idea of elven freedoms. And “It was not quite an apology” my ass - Briala has nothing to apologize for.

What had happened at Halamshiral was a still-painful ache, but the elves had rebelled. Celene had done what she had to do. Had Briala been there, she might have been able to turn Celene to a different course, but Briala herself was the one who had left. It was not Celene’s fault that she had been manoeuvred into doing what she had done, any more than it was Briala’s fault for leaving Celene without the guidance she had wanted. -pg 167

Celene even has Briala convinced that she’s to blame for Halamshiral, because she wasn’t there to tell Celene otherwise. If one person in a relationship relies solely on another to guide their morals, yes, I would indeed call that toxic.

But anyway, these are just a few samples of Celene’s dismissive behaviour towards Briala. She only does the bare minimum to keep Briala at her side; she does not truly care about the elves.

briannamorley replied to your post “What ending should I take in WEWH? Last time I played I hadn't read...”

Also Bria has accepted that neither the city or Dalish elves see her as part of them; letting her rule with him as her mask--much like forcing them to work together--while interesting in theory, wouldn't last I don't think anyway. Ppl would get suspicious; Gaspard is a military strategist not an adept ruler

Briala goes from this:

Briala could not afford to spare tears for inevitable deaths. In that respect, she supposed that she was more like the nobles she served than the elves in the marketplace. The thought sometimes sickened her, but again, not as much as the thought of deaths she could have prevented. -pg 61

to this:

She had been in Celene’s court for too long. Too many years being called “rabbit,” too many years ducking her head and working from the shadows. Too many years of being proud of who she was, a feeling she could cling to like a floating log in a rushing river. It had kept her head above water, but it had never let her steer her own course. She would fight for her people, because nobody else would, and Fen’Harel take whoever got in her way. -pg 144

Briala’s whole character arc is about discovering who she is as her own person, and reconnecting with her people. Unless “has” was a typo for “had.”

Also, why is it unrealistic for Dalish and city elves to work together? Dalish elves go to the city, and city elves go to the Dalish all the time. In some cases you have clans that have very strong relationships with nearby alienages, such as Clan Boranehn and the Edgehall alienage in Knight Errant, for example.

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: I don’t hate Celene because she’s a woman. I...”

Disagree not about the genocide or lying to Bria but everything else

...K?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: That’s it. Until proven otherwise the Masked...”

Nope to each their own though

...K?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: Celene is a straight guy’s idea of a lesbian....”

Stop... I can see if you were equating this to RR Martin but really???

Yes really lol

briannamorley replied to your post “I just read The Masked Empire and even though I knew how bad Celene...”

Theres disliking something and then there's bashing it to the point it becomes infuriating

Sorry guess we never received the guidelines one has to follow in terms of disliking something. Tell me, does it include going through a blog’s tags and leaving reply after reply that says basically the same thing?

briannamorley replied to your post “mllemaenad: jocelyntorrent: mllemaenad: … Okay, I don’t get it. ...”

Disagree but crazy tired so to each their own

Good thing you left another just plain ‘disagree,’ otherwise I might have gotten confused.

briannamorley replied to your post “So this by no means excuses Celene's actions whatsoever, but I noticed...”

Love orlais but again, to each their own

Cool cool I hate Orlais but to each their own. Perhaps I should find some random Orlais fan and spam their email notifications with replies saying as such, to make sure they know!

briannamorley replied to your post “lmao no, about 300 elves were brutally slaughtered, sweet summer...”

More than 300 but it does border on bashing

WTF does this one even mean?

briannamorley replied to your post “grandenchanterfiona: Celene has absolute power; she does not have a...”

If so say that from jump don't go on and on going from legitimate gripe to bashing... like damn I like both of y'alls pages but FUCK me this is exhausting

Then why are you reading through all this? And seriously, what is with this “bashing?” Is there some kind of internet slang I’m unfamiliar with? Because if you just mean bashing as in criticism that hell fucking yes I am critical of Celene. She has a lot of reasons for me to be.

briannamorley replied to your post “Remember that time when Michel de Chevin partook in the Academie des...”

Sigh... y es it was an oversight by them that shouldn't have happened but goddamn

“But goddamn...” what? Why is there a but? Why is there a but goddamn? Just... why, period?

Anyway, TL;DR:

#briannamorley #anti celene #anti brialene

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verbumincarcerem · 6 years

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The Fanged God

So I started writing this because I wanted to write something dark, something without any good people, something that was solely for me and me alone. The only person in the world who’s ever read this is @editoress, and she? Really loved it? Even said it’s some of my best work, which I do actually agree with?

I was inspired by a few things when I wrote this. Uprooted by Naomi Novick, for one. The Hades/Persephone dynamic, only where Hades is evil and Persephone isn’t too upstanding herself. And then there’s the whole Chaos vs Cosmos thing in Dissidia: Final Fantasy. All of this pushed me to craft this story about a young Sith getting herself entangled with the literal embodiment of the dark side of the Force, the Son. It’s about exploring power and the things we’re willing to do or sacrifice for it--and the things we’re not willing to do or sacrifice. It’s about the things that get taken from us anyway and how we get them back.

Here is the beginning.

They didn't want her to be chosen.

If this was to be the one time every Sith in their company agreed on something, Melody was glad it was about this. She didn't want to be chosen either. Perhaps Ventress or Savage did, but that was to be expected. They were prone to rash decisions in their mad rushes for power.

She liked to do things a little differently. When it came to attaining power, Melody preferred to take her time, the same way she’d taken her time to assume her Sith title, Darth Inferna.

Melody loved the name, but she loved the one she’d always had with her since birth, too. A weakness of sentiment, as Darth Sidious would only be too pleased to remind her. Maul walked by her side, a fiercely comforting presence, as he drilled her once more. "Don't pull ahead or fall behind. Stay with the pack. Don't do anything to stand out or draw attention. Nothing special, no surprises." It was rare for Maul to say so much in one sitting and so quickly, a sure sign he was worried. "Yes, master," she said. "No funny business or showing off, I get it. I’ll keep the fireworks to a minimum." But her smile was as feeble as her attempt to lighten the mood. It didn't assure either of them. A tense silence passed and she finally voiced her fear aloud. "But what if I do get chosen?" "You won't," Maul said with utter certainty. "Not if you do as I've ordered." "But what if, despite that, I do?" Maul halted in his tracks and she slowed to her own stop. Blazing, sulfuric eyes bored into her icy blue ones pretending at calm. Maul was the first to break the connection, continuing to stalk forward. He didn't say another word. He didn't have to. The promise of vengeance, of war and destruction in his gaze was all too clear as to what his answer was.

At least, Melody thought with dry consideration, this event wasn't to be holovised. She'd almost expected it, given the Fanged God's rumored vanity, but in truth the Choosing was rather clandestine. In the end, it made sense. Somewhere else in the galaxy, the Winged Goddess was choosing her own champion, a Champion of Light to pit against the Fanged God's Champion of Darkness. Neither wanted to share information as to who those champions would be. Not for the first time, Melody wondered why all this was necessary. Light and Dark were fighting each other just fine without the gods' interference during the Clone Wars—which had been abruptly halted, the fighting forced to a stop and the lines divided as if the war had never happened to begin with. Melody got the sense that it wasn't so much about the conflict of Light and Dark but about neither immortal wanting to directly and personally fight the other. That was all well and good, but her sympathy was limited, coming to a clear stopping point against anyone who threatened herself and her people.

With one last look, Maul left her to join the other masters, who for reasons unknown were as barred from being a contender as the apprentices were all forced to compete. Dooku didn’t seem to care, but Sidious was furious. Even now she could feel it. It was the only thing about this matter that made her smile. But her smile faded when she thought about Plagueis, at his noticeable lack of reaction, how he’d only wished her luck. It was moments like this one which reminded her that, despite their camaraderie, he was a true enigma, his seeming omniscient wisdom something beyond her reckoning.

Despite the hundreds of people, human and alien alike, gathered in the space—a cross between a training ground and a courtyard—finding Ventress and Savage was remarkably easy. She only had to look for the nearest brawl, which had been swiftly brought to a heel by the sadistic pair.

Ventress had her foot planted on some poor human’s throat, a cruel smile on her serpentine face, while Savage spread the crowd into a wider and wider circle, warding off any would-be rescuers.

Melody slipped right into the circle, and the crowd noted how Savage let her approach. To Ventress, she lifted a dark eyebrow. “"Busy winning friends and influencing people, I see."

Ventress’ throaty laugh was enough to send shivers down any hardened warrior’s spine. She matched Melody’s tight smile with a dark smirk. “I was provoked. Don’t make the same mistake as the General by thinking you hold my leash, Inferna.”

With a pang, Melody was reminded that Grievous hadn’t been allowed into the Choosing, either. Though deadly efficient with a lightsaber or four, he wasn’t a Force user. A real shame. She could have used his gruff humor and sparking anger right about now.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” she said, throwing a pointed look at the human, who was currently having trouble breathing. “But perhaps now isn’t the best time. Save your energy. He’ll be here soon.”

It was the reminder of their would-be host that caused Ventress to draw back than any regard she had towards Melody or mercy in general. She pushed off the human with her foot, leaving him sputtering and coughing as he rose to his elbows. The crowd parted easily for them as she, Melody, and Savage walked on.

“There’s a lot more people here than expected,” Savage noted, his towering mass able to look around them with ease. “Who would have thought that there were so many dark Force users in the galaxy?”

“Maybe they’re not all a part of our galaxy,” Melody noted.

“Does it matter?” Ventress replied. “All of them will fall under my saber regardless. The same is true for either of you if you get in my way.”

Savage scowled, his hand drifting to his own lightsaber. Melody raised her hands in a placating gesture. “He’s all yours, Ven. Honestly, I’d rather take a nap against the wall.”

“But you’ll be competing the same as the rest of us,” Ventress coolly observed.

“Not like I have a choice. Orders are orders.”

“Such a perfect soldier you’ve become,” scoffed Ventress. “At least it’s clear who holds your leash, little dog.”

“Woof,” Melody scoffed right back, not riled by her taunts in the least.

Savage laughed. “I’m sure, Ventress, that Master Dooku will be devastated to hear how badly you want to toss him aside for a new master. I’ll be happy to take your place.”

“My dear, sweet Savage, never fear. I penned him a strongly-worded letter.” Ventress’ saccharine tone was offset by her baleful smile. “But feel free to tell him for me, if you’re still alive.”

Their banter could have continued, would have, if not for the sheer presence that descended on the training ground with all the swiftness and stifling air of a lowering ceiling. Its weight increased, determined to break and crush, and the silence it brought was one of both anticipation and fear.

And even though no one had been in the center of the grounds, suddenly he was, standing in the midst of them.

The Fanged God was even taller than Savage’s seven-foot frame by a few inches, but far lankier, all sharp angles and pointed joints, his black and red garb clinging to him like a second skin. His build wasn’t malnourished or ill fitting, however, as lean muscles broadened his shoulders and defined his long arms, legs, and torso. Red tattoos adorned his bald head as well as under his glowing red eyes—which were stark against solid black sclerae—forming a thin line down both of his high cheekbones. His thin, colorless lips were pulled back in a pleased smile, and when he spoke, his voice was deep but with a deceptively soft edge. It carried effortlessly in the space around all of them, commanding their attention and bringing with it an unseen dread.

“Ah, so many. So many.” He brought a finger to his lips, a pensive gesture, but his quick smile was a joke he wasn’t sharing. “I wonder how many will be left.”

An alien of a species she'd never seen before stepped forward, clicking and spitting in an unknown language, but their inflection was unmistakable. They were issuing a challenge. The Fanged God smiled lazily, hardly bothered by it at all. "Oh, yes, we shall certainly get to it, since you're all so eager." His gaze found hers in the crowd easily, jolting her to attention. But he passed on, sweeping it over the others, and she realized how catching Maul's paranoia over this whole thing was. The god hadn't noticed her, no more than anyone else. He hadn't even been looking at her but at someone behind her. She was fine. "You know what's at stake here,” the Fanged God continued. “The Light has issued us a challenge. It's only sporting that we meet it. Use any weapons or skills you have, crude though they are. Survive until I'm—more or less satisfied." He waved a hand as if he severely doubted that any satisfaction would be met. "I will select my Champion from however many of you are left.

“We will return to Mortis, where you will serve me, and only me, as your true master. There, your training will really begin, until that fateful day where champion is pitted against champion, and then—” Pitiless eyes surveyed each of them, and his razor sharp smile attracted as much as it repelled. “You will win. You will destroy the Light, and the Dark will reign supreme until the next Choosing. And if you do not…”

It was only when he trailed off that Melody noticed the silence. Tense, fearful, rapt. And angry, so destructively angry, barely kept in check by desperation and quiet hysteria. (She wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to be here, whose ambitions lied on other shores.) And it was all feeding him, she knew. He was preening with the pure power of it.

“If you do not, you will die, along with everything you care about.” And with that, he snapped his fingers and the whole terrain underneath them began to shake. Savage and Melody threw alarmed glances at each other as they fought to keep their balance. Next to them, Ventress was steady, her mouth widening in a smug, victorious smirk. "Do enjoy yourselves." The Fanged God was no longer among them, but his voice sounded clearly and effortlessly over the noise, as if he were bypassing all vibrations of sound to speak right into her head. "I know I will." And then the chaos started.

Melody slowed her sprint to a light jog, keeping an eye on the tree line as she approached the forest.

Three days. She had been out here on this backwater Outer Rim planet, competing in this insane mess, for three days, and she was still alive.

She stopped, panting and leaning a hand against a tree for support. Her blue eyes flicked to her surroundings. No enemies here. She was safe to rest for a moment. Bracing her back against the tree, she uncorked her flask, spilling a few precious drops of water on her parched tongue.

Who else is still alive?

She hadn’t seen Ventress since that first day. With only a final word of warning, she’d leapt into the fray, full of bloodlust and laughter, her lightsabers shattering the chaos as only their distinctive hums could. She and Savage had quickly lost sight of her, leaving the strange courtyard far behind.

The morning of the second day, Melody lost Savage, being separated from him during an ambush. She still had the blood and gore from that encounter coating the front of her tunic and her gloves. She didn’t regret the lives she’d had to take, not when they were so heavily invested in taking hers. But still, she worried about Savage, who didn’t have as much training as either herself or Ventress. It had been three days, and dusk was coming.

Melody glared at nothing in particular and gripped tight the hilt of her lone lightsaber, the last one she had left after its twin had become damaged in a recent skirmish.

What the hell was the Fanged God waiting for?

A sudden disturbance in the Force was the only warning she had. The sound of a singing blade suddenly cut through the air, and Melody dove to the ground just in time.

Igniting her lightsaber, Melody pushed herself to her feet and turned, searching for her assailant.

It was another species of alien she’d never seen, this one with two legs and four arms, built like an ox but with the fur of a bear crossed with a wildcat. His pointed snout was turned up in a snarl, and the axe in his hands was so large it could cut through at least three men at once. The tree, at least, hadn’t made it. The towering pine crashed to the ground, bark flying in all directions, leaving behind a decapitated stump that was almost as tall as she was.

“I’m sorry. Was that supposed to be my head?” She mocked, spinning her lightsaber with an unnecessary flourish. Inferna the Sith had come out to play.

The alien roared at her and charged, handling his axe with obvious finesse and skill. Inferna held her ground, widened her stance, and brought her lightsaber up to block.

The pure energy in her saber sliced clean through whatever metal his axe was made of. She dodged the ricocheting steel, expecting it, and with a final slice, she relieved him of one of his hands.

The alien’s roar this time was full of pain and shock. The remaining half of his axe clattered to the ground between them, his missing hand still wrapped around the handle, and he staggered back, eyeing her red blade with fear. She pursued, stepping forward with light, casual steps, and he swung wildly at her with his remaining hands. Dodging them was child’s play. She wondered if he was so surprised and in pain that he’d forgotten how to access the Force.

It didn’t matter. It was clear that even she didn’t need it for this fight.

“Never seen a lightsaber before, have you?” She smiled. Then, with a quick lunge, she gutted him, the tip of her saber protruding from his back. “That’s too bad. They’re kind of great.”

She cut clean through several organs, scorching his insides, and when she jerked her saber out of him, he was dead before he hit the ground.

On impact, dust and dirt kicked up around his fallen form. She stared down at him for a moment, saw how the red glow of the sun glinted off his metal breastplate and the remaining axe fragments. How archaic, she thought. Then she looked up and took in a truly breathtaking sight. Her lightsaber bled and blended against the harsh sunset like an oil painting. In the far distance beyond the plains, night chased the fleeing sun, the faint light of distant stars dim on the edges.

After so much struggle, so much raging need to survive, peace had descended, just like that, almost as if she’d never even killed another living being. Time marched on. All was forgiven.

She’d taken four steps from the body when her lungs seized and stopped working.

You’re kidding me was her last coherent thought, before her hand came up to claw at her throat, which was working furiously to draw breath and failing. Distantly, she felt her feet leave the ground and kicked out in reflex, but stopped when the movement only expelled her remaining oxygen faster. There wasn’t a single physical block around her throat. Someone was Force choking her to death.

At last, she sensed him, but it was too late to do her any good. Her attacker stepped out from one of the trees, and around her dimming eyesight, she saw that he was a Rodian, a blaster in his hand instead of a lightsaber. His other hand was extended out to her, mimicking a choking gesture.

“I thought that beast would destroy you,” he said in Huttese, closing his grip ever so slowly. “But it seems that pleasure will now belong to me.”

I am not dying at the hands of a Rodian, she snarled to herself, irrationally.

Despite what Maul told her—for surely he didn’t want her to die at the expense of remaining inconspicuous—she kicked out with her right foot, intending to send a burst of fire blazing towards the Rodian to scorch him alive.

But her lack of oxygen made her fire weak. As quickly as it formed, it died, burning a sputtering flicker of light as opposed to the inferno she planned. Darth Inferna, the Firemaker, indeed. The Rodian only laughed at her efforts, and his hand closed. Melody’s vision went black and her heart beat a scattered, terrified rhythm in her chest. Any second now, she was going to die! She was going to—she was going to—

Another roar broke through their surroundings, much more familiar, and Savage was there, barreling straight for them. The Rodian raised his blaster, but it was too late. Savage deflected the first shot with his lightsaber, and the next thing Melody knew, she was on the ground, and she could breathe.

Gasping, she gradually sat up, inhaling large gulps of air into her burning throat, frantic and disoriented. A presence approached her on her left, and she jerked, intending to protect herself, to kill if necessary.

Her lightsaber was blocked by another, and the matching red glow threw her next attacker’s face into a severe light. Deliriously, Melody thought she had attacked her master, that Maul had somehow made his way here, but when he opened his mouth to speak, it wasn’t Maul but Savage that spoke.

“I save your life, and you try to kill me?”

She backed off instantly, internally shaking herself. “Savage. You found me.” She gave herself another shake, another blessed breath, and then she looked at him with utter sincerity. “Thank you.” "Don't mention it," Savage demanded, a gruffness to his usually authoritarian voice. "Do you have any idea what Maul would do to me if I let you die?" "You’re his brother. Whatever you're imagining, I'm sure it wouldn't be that bad.” She smirked, jerking up her chin at movement over Savage’s shoulder. “But here, let me return the favor."

A female Bith rushed them, or tried to. Harnessing all her pent up rage, every shred of fear from her near-death experience, Melody unleashed it all in a wall of fire from her left hand and targeted it at the Bith. The flame consumed her instantly, eating through her flesh like a living thing, and the scream it wrenched from her was the crackling, snapping sharpness of burning wood. A smoking husk fell to the ground, the fire still greedily consuming it, but neither remaining Sith had time to celebrate their victory. That scream had attracted others as had her display of power. Soon, Inferna and Savage were surrounded again, but instead of separating, this time they stuck together.

Two more days passed. There was still no sign of Ventress.

After a week, it appeared that the Fanged God had finally grown satisfied. Or bored.

One moment, Melody was with Savage, picking their way through a series of crystal caves, and the next, they were back in the courtyard, along with the other survivors, whisked there as effortlessly as they had all been initially to this single point in the galaxy.

There weren’t many. Where hundreds of Sith apprentices and dark Force users once stood, only around twenty were left alive and mostly whole. A human female lay on the ground, clutching what remained of her leg, and a Twi’lek sat against a wall, dazed and unseeing as if his body had made it through but his mind had not.

Melody spun and searched the crowd frantically, looking for the familiar lithe frame; the dark, faded markings; the twin, curve-handled lightsabers.

“There!” Savage pointed, and Melody breathed a sigh of relief.

Ventress, for her part, scowled when she saw them. She sauntered their way, barely any the worse for wear aside from her own gory tales marring her smooth face, and the disgust perched there was unmistakable.

“Are you two still living?”

“You’d miss us if we weren’t,” said Melody. She would have embraced the Dathomirian if it weren’t an almost certainty that Ventress would kill her. Quite frankly, Melody didn’t want to have come all this way just to die like that. She would have been better off with the Rodian.

But her good mood ended when the air shifted, becoming cold and stifling all at once.

The Fanged God’s voice commanded the very air they breathed. “Well, now. There are certainly less of you than I hoped.” He emerged from pure darkness, free of both light and shadow, and stepped forward, gazing at them all with mild interest. He steepled his long, gloved fingers, tip to tip, and said with a mocking smile, “But definitely more than I expected.”

Melody knew about toying with her opponents; she did it often, especially if she felt they deserved it. But this was different. This was all a sick game to him. Their lives meant nothing in the end. Only his Champion mattered, and even that was debatable. She glared at him with hatred and fury, the feelings coming innately in his presence or perhaps because of it, and she hoped he felt them.

Instinctively, they all seemed to know what he wanted. One by one, the survivors—the ones who could stand—lined up single file, knuckles white around their weapons, prepared to defend themselves if necessary. Just how they intended to go about doing that against a god—against the living embodiment of the dark side—was a mystery that no one wanted to think too hard about.

Melody brushed shoulders against a fellow human who flinched away from her. She barely sparred him a glance. He had enough demons to fight without her adding one more to the list. Savage stood strong and vigilant beside her with Ventress on his opposite side, one hand perched on her hip, utterly assured. She was just waiting to be named the victor.

Melody almost hoped that Ventress was the one chosen. As much as she didn’t want her to go, Melody believed that Ventress was by far the most prepared, the most skilled out of all of them. For as long as Melody had known her, her proficiency and relationship with the dark side had never wavered.

Like they were cattle and he the wealthiest, pickiest buyer, the Fanged God strolled lazily down their line, sizing them up one by one. To some, he stopped to speak, adopting that strange tone that was painfully earnest and teasing all at once. Melody allowed herself to relax, to zone out. She wouldn’t be chosen. She knew it. She’d narrowly avoided being killed, and even though she’d survived, she never once did anything substantial or noteworthy, aside from perhaps saving Savage’s life. But that was hardly something that appealed to the dark side. That was weakness, that was—

“Ah, yes. You.” The Fanged God’s voice rumbled from right over her head, shocking her back to the present. The cool material of his glove brushed her face, tilting her chin up so that she met his unnerving gaze. Her neck craned back painfully to take in his height, but she kept her features blank and uninteresting. He only moved closer to her, studying every facet he could. “Tell me. Is it the rage that hides the sentiment, or the sentiment that hides the rage?”

She clenched her jaw and remained stubbornly silent. He didn’t seem to mind.

“And pyrokinesis. Not exactly a common power in mortals, but nothing special.” He tilted his head, eyes tracing her brow, the straight line of her nose, her lips, before flicking back to her eyes, searing and determined. “But what you did wasn’t mere generation, was it? There weren’t enough molecules to manipulate to create a fire that powerful. They were just the flint; your emotions were the fuel. And in the end, there was nothing left of the body. What you did was pure creation and destruction both.”

He released her and stepped back, assessing her for one final time. Melody kept waiting for him to move on, but he didn’t. In fact, he never once looked away from her, and his smile was turning towards both dark and gleeful.

“Yes,” he breathed, the hunger evident in his eyes and his voice, “you’re the one I want.”

“What?” Ventress hissed and stepped forward, but Savage held her back, eyes steady and wary on them. Melody barely perceived anything beyond the Fanged God’s sly smile and the hand he reached out to her, expectant and pleased.

But Melody knew the truth that very few of her kind wanted to admit. The dark side was a relentless temptation, looking for the most opportune moment to appear, waiting until you were at your most vulnerable, the most desperate, and then it would appear like a reassuring friend, like a panacea for all your despair. It dressed itself in the most attractive splendor, choosing the form of the poison you wanted most. But in the end, the dark side could only tempt you. It couldn’t force you.

The decision to choose it, to use it, was yours alone.

So in the end, it was obvious what she had to do.

“Not interested,” she said softly, steel wrapped in silk. She stared him down, and that by itself was one of the most terrifying things she’d ever done, including the fortnight Maul had once spent hunting her down, all in the name of training. “Choose someone else.”

His smile faltered at first, but when it returned, it was tinged with regret, with something akin to pity. But those same emotions weren’t in his eyes; there was only a depthless, remorseless cruelty inside those glowing red orbs and the dark that surrounded them. It dawned on Melody then that her truth was a lie, that she was wrong about the dark side, so very, very wrong.

And with a mere eight words, the Fanged God proved it. “Then I guess I’ll have to force you.”

That’s when the screams started to erupt all around her.

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