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Promises to Keep

Seventeen - To See and To Choose

recom!miles quaritch x fem!na'vi oc

A trip down memory lane always has its consequences.

cross-posted on ao3 here content warning: brief mention of suicide, mild smut, angst, fluff, biting, teasing, light choking word count: 11.2k

“Is this all necessary?” Jiniraa asked, running her fingers along the heavy duty guard secured around Miles’ ikran. It was made of a similar material to the Recom’s vest, so there was no way it was comfortable.

“It’s gear. He likes it.”

Cupcake let out a weak screech in disagreement, obviously not liking it. Ikran were meant to have light and form fitting saddles, not pounds of kevlar and gear. Jiniraa rolled her eyes, but smiled when Cupcake nudged at her side, wanting attention and sympathy. It was the first time she’d seen the ikran since she awoke from her coma.

“Seems he likes you too.” Miles spared Jinraa a glance as he continued to load the side bags with ammo, food, two spare respirators for Spider, and everything else they’d need. Since they now had regular transportation, the Recoms were going to start longer recon missions in the field as they no longer needed to check back into Bridgehead as often.

“Ikran usually are not affectionate with anyone other than their bonded hunters.”

“Well, I do like when you’re all lovey dovey with me. Rubbin’ off on him.” It seemed Jiniraa didn’t catch Miles’ obvious attempt at a flirtation as she continued tracing the pattern of Cupcakes face.

“Have you made a call with him?” Jiniraa asked, switching her gaze from the ikran to Miles. His back was turned to her, but looked back with a confused expression.

“A what?”

“A call. So you can bring him to you.” Jiniraa responded, annoyed that she even had to explain herself.

“I don’t follow…” Miles trailed off as Jiniraa began making the call she used for her own ikran. It had been over a year since she last made the sounds, but it was second nature and came with ease. Cupcake’s jaw dropped slightly as if the animal was excited to hear the noise; the other ikrans around did the same as their heads perked to attention. Miles dismissively laughed, “yeah, I ain’t doing that.”

Jiniraa just shrugged, laughing as Cupcake's snout pressed further into her torso as he begged for pets. Miles narrowed his eyes, mildly jealous of how the animal was able to so easily show his affection for the woman. A sharp whistle made the pair freeze. Jiniraa’s eyes were wide and ears standing straight up as she found Miles with a cocky expression and two fingers in his mouth. She tried to focus on anything other than the thin string of saliva that trailed after the digits as he lowered them down. Even if Jiniraa disapproved of the whistle, Miles decided that would be the one.

Jiniraa began to yawn, “why are we up so early? It is still dark out.”

“Early bird gets the worm.” Miles tossed back with a shrug.

“What?” Jiniraa retorted as Miles shook his head, uninterested in explaining Earth sayings this early in the morning. She was right though, they were up earlier than ever before. The dew on the grass hadn’t receded and no sign of sunlight could be seen. Most of the Recoms actually had sweatshirts on - one of the first times they needed to use them on the planet - but Lyle was only in his usual cut off, unwilling to admit there was a chill in the air after. Lopez and Zdinarsk had a bet going to see how long he would persevere - Lopez thought the Corporal was too prideful to admit he was wrong while Zdinarsk argued ‘he’s a little bitch.’

“Say,” Miles offered, “where’s your banshee and all?”

“Ikran.” Jiniraa corrected. Her annoyance shut up tenfold each time she had to correct anyone to use her proper terminology. Miles knew this. He just liked seeing her get wound up a little bit.

“Where’s your ikran?” He tried to seem disinterested as he continued to check the straps on Cupcakes new gear. Each time he pulled a strap, the ikran would release a small chitter and snap its jaw at the rider. There was no malice behind the bite, so Miles would just push its massive face away with a ‘knock it off’.

“Dead.” Jiniraa responded, voice no longer full of any spark of life. Miles’ movements faltered momentarily before collecting himself. “She died shortly after the Sky People returned. Their machines poisoned a water supply that she regularly used. By the next morning, she was gone. I tried to comfort my friend and make tsaheylu to ease her pain, but it did not work. I felt her take her last breath.”

“Did she have a name?” Miles didn’t know what to say. I’m sorry didn’t feel like it would be enough.

“Situ. Her name was Situ.” She didn’t wish to remember her weak and dying on the forest floor, so she wouldn’t allow her emotions to wallow in grief any longer. Jiniraa’s eyes remained dry as she told her story, continuing to caress Cupcake to self-soothe.

Luckily, Miles was saved from the painfully awkward silence by Lyle’s call for assistance. Miles didn’t really care what he needed, as long as he didn’t have to stand there any longer. He was never good at emotionally vulnerable situations, and just because he cared about Jiniraa didn’t make him magically empathetic.

Spider wandered over shortly after Miles left, “you okay?”

“I am just fine, sweet boy,” Jiniraa smiled, “so, who is taking you?”

Spider contemplating for a moment, rubbing at his chin in an over exaggerated manner, “I’m not sure yet. I was thinking about Lopez, he seems like he would be fun.”

Spider didn’t mention how Lopez also mentioned if Spider ever wished to learn more foul language or ways to get on the Colonel’s nerves, he was the person to ask.

“You don’t want to ride with Miles?” Jiniraa’s head fell to the side annoyed by the repulsed look on Spiders face as he suppressed a fake gag.

“Nope. The pleasure is all yours.” Spider smirked as he raised his hands in mock surrender. Jiniraa’s eyes narrowed as she began chasing Spider around the ikran.

The two laughed as they circled around, weaving through a field of Recoms and their ikran as everyone continued to pack. Dawn was just beginning to peek through and Spider had a little more ease with maneuvering, but Jiniraa was built to thrive in the dim light of the night.

Miles grumbled as Spider almost and Jiniraa actually bumped into him in her relentless pursuit, “hey, knock it off. You’re gonna hurt yourself.”

Spider spun on his heel, quickly changing directions and darting behind Zdinarsk. She was more than happy to step out of the way and expose Spider’s horrible hiding place. Jiniraa took the opportunity and dove for Spider to tackle him to the ground. As she had done dozens of times before, Jiniraa rubbed her knuckles into Spider’s scalp - never too hard that she actually risked hurting him, but just rough enough where Spider understood Jiniraa wasn’t going to treat him like a piece of glass.

“Mercy! Mercy! Old Man! Please!” Spider writhed on the ground.

Miles approached as if he actually planned on helping the kid, but stood there with one hand latched onto his belt. “You’re gonna call me old man and then ask for help? Fuck that, kid.”

Jiniraa met Miles gaze, eyes wide and enthralled as she continued to tickle at Spider. It was a side he’d only seen when she woke up in the hospital - carefree and playful, actually acting like a young adult rather than a woman who was forced to grow up way too young. Feeling Spider had finally endured enough, Jiniraa released him as her boisterous laughs subsided to small chuckles as he moved to fix his hair. With a pout, Spider turned away.

“Oh, come on,” Jiniraa teased, “you aren’t mad are you?”

“No.” Spider retorted, continuing to pout. Jiniraa rolled her eyes at his childish antics before lifting him above her head to place him up on her shoulders.

“Better?”

“Oh yeah,” Spider laughed, “I can see the old man’s bald spot from up here.”

Miles' ears pinned. Jiniraa tried to suppress the small smile that rose, but ultimately failed as Spider continued to claim Miles was going bald at twenty. “I do not have a bald spot.”

“Maybe not yet you don’t,” Spider mocked.

Miles narrowed his eyes. This time, it was his turn to chase the Jiniraa-Spider combo as she ran around with the teen on her shoulders. It was early enough in the morning that the only humans awake were in the mess halls, so he didn’t have to worry about their watchful eyes as he played into their little game.

Miles easily could’ve caught Jiniraa in three strides, but he let the chase drag on. He would reach out and tug at her tail when he got close enough, always making her squeak before she increased her speed. He was too excited by the way her hair moved as she ran and the matching grins Spider and Jiniraa held as they glanced back.

He didn’t want this moment to end, but alas, everything must come to an end, even their little game of cat and mouse. Miles reached up and wrapped an arm around Spider’s torso before quickly pulling him off her shoulders before she even noticed. He held the kid against his chest as he tried to slip away, but Spider was secured as Miles triumphantly hollered. Jinraa slapped at his arm, scolding him for his loudness.

From afar, the rest of the Recoms watched with their own little smiles. They’d never seen the Colonel act like this before - he was playing. Colonel Miles Quaritch, one of the most vicious killers on Pandora, was playing.

“They look like a little family,” Ja observed. He was right - Jiniraa was tucked into Miles’ side as she wiggled her fingers at Spider. Lyle smirked before taking a quick picture of the trio. The Colonel would be upset when he found out the sniper had sniped a picture again, but Lyle knew he would want to keep the momentum of this memory.

Prager shattered the peaceful serenity, “yeah, I’d definitely hit that.”

Lopez punched at Prager’s shoulder, “agreed, but you better not say that too loud. Colonel will put a cap right up your ass.”

Zdinarsk rubbed a hand down her face. Men. “You are fucking dogs, you know that?”

●●●

The last time Jiniraa went flying on an ikran, she ended up half dead in a hospital for a week. Maybe even more than half dead. Miles was still convinced she stopped breathing at some point during their flight back to Bridgehead. Today was going much better - no bleeding out on the agenda, but that didn’t stop Miles’ worried gaze from flicking down every minute to make sure she was actually alive.

They’d been flying for hours and only taking breaks every two or three hours to give the ikran a chance to replenish themselves. The Recoms needed breaks too - the bond with their animals was relatively new and exhausting at first. They weren’t used to flying for hours uninterrupted. Lyle began complaining about his ass going numb within the first hour, causing Jiniraa to pull the comm out of her ear. Miles wished he had the same luxury of ignoring Wainfleet’s complaints, but he was forced to endure it. Glamorous life of Colonel Miles Quaritch.

“Are we touching down any time soon?” Jiniraa asked, leaning back against Miles. Their height difference was perfect - her temple pressed right into the juncture of his shoulder. If he turned even slightly, his lips were at her hair line. Not that he’d done it once or twice. Maybe half a dozen times, but that’s besides the point.

“What is your ass numb like Wainfleet over there?”

“No, we have been flying for a long time. Where are we going?”

“You’ll see,” he assured. You aren’t gonna like it.

Jiniraa leant forward, trying to peer between Cupcakes neck and wing to survey the terrain a little closer. Miles cursed and tightened his hold on her hip, pulling her farther back along the ikran’s neck, as he imagined her slipping off and plummeting into the trees below. He tried not to look down at Jiniraa’s bent over form - her ass was almost on full display and pressed into his crotch. Mental images of her bent over for him in other circumstances flooded his mind.

It was an antagonizing half an hour before Miles finally ordered everyone to land. His blood was pooled at one spot of his body and it certainly wasn't his head. He felt pathetic - he had to keep making excuses why he shifted back as Jiniraa leant against him.

The moment they touched down, Miles didn’t have to worry about the warmth emitting from Jiniraa’s body as she quickly slid off the ikran, not even bothering to wait for him to disconnect the bond. She knew exactly where they were - the barren land and destroyed oversized yellow bulldozers said it all.

“Utral Aymokriyä,” she whispered to herself. She approached the heavy machinery and laid a soft hand on it before retracting it quickly. It was almost like the metal burned - a physical reminder of the scar human’s left on her world.

The area was just beginning to recover from the scorched earth tactics, but there was still a distinct contrast between the lush treeline and stubby plants of the clearing. It was a minefield of shrapnel and debris under the new growth.

Miles moved forward to keep her close to the group. The clearing was dangerous for anyone as hostiles could easily blend into the tree line. It was a risk to be here, but the General was getting desperate for any sign of Sully. She was using the Jiniraa and Spider as bait, hoping to provoke any nearby Omaticaya people to show themselves in attempts to take back their people.

Spider’s voice stopped Miles in his tracks, “don’t. Let her have this.” Miles lips’ pursed, not liking how the distance between them grew greater as she continued to walk through the symbolic graveyard. Each step was calculated and attempted to preserve as much of the young flora as she could. The last thing she wanted to do was injure an already crippled ecosystem.

On the other side of the group, Lyle circled the charred bulldozer. He’d been here before in response to the Na’vi attack after the Tree of Voices was destroyed. Well, the other Wainfleet was here. Fifteen years ago, not three months ago. His large fingers brushed along the abandoned amp suit.

Zdinarsk was the first to notice Lyle wasn’t with anyone, laying a tentative hand on his shoulder, “you good, Ly?”

Lyle nodded as he continued to look over everything. He remembered the anger the other Wainfleet experienced upon arrival. The smell of charred bodies and blood would never leave him. The old Wainfleet was disgusted by his perceived insanity of the Na’vi as they ruthlessly slaughtered the humans. This new Wainfleet was beginning to see things just a little bit differently. He saw why they would protect their home, but that didn’t change anything for him. Orders were orders.

Jiniraa felt a tear fall from her eye before it softly bounced off a juvenile plant. It looked vaguely familiar as she carefully cradled the short vines between her fingers to inspect it - a sapling of the Sacred Tree.. In this field of death, there was regrowth. The forest would always persevere.

Jiniraa reached behind, tentatively wrapping her fingers around the braid as she held it out in front of her. Her hand was shaking, unable to control the emotions swarming inside. There were two possible outcomes. She could connect to the tree and see nothing. Those memories - those people are lost forever. On the flipside, she could connect and see everything - all the life and death, the love and hate. To be honest, she didn’t know which would be harder to digest.

The Recoms watched from afar, respecting her grief. Spider could see how her hand shook and he wanted nothing more than to comfort his friend in her time of need, but there was nothing the little human could do. There were no words he could offer to console her. Lopez and Prager were tense, shifting their weight as they surveyed the treeline. They didn’t like being this exposed; Miles didn’t either, but he realized Spider was right - she was mourning. He would give her as much time as she needed. It could be the last time she ever makes it back here.

In a moment of adrenaline, Jiniraa pushed forward and connected with the young sapling. Silence. She went to pull away as the reality settled in, but then a single whisper could be heard. It was indistinguishable, but definitely there. Maybe not all was lost. Jiniraa waited for more, but nothing else came.

It had been a long time since Jiniraa made any sort of tsaheylu, let alone a direct connection to Eywa. She could feel the soft embrace of the Great Mother as she remained connected. There was peace within the silence as everything else washed away, leaving her bare before the heavenly presence. Her worries about Miles, Spider, her people, and everything else just slipped away for a moment of solace.

When she finally disconnected from the small saplings the Rooms were more on edge than ever before. They didn’t enjoy being here as memories of their human selves clashed with their newfound keenness towards Pandora. They were struggling between their two halves - the past and the future. The present was full of struggle and anguish, but they hoped for a brighter tomorrow. Some of the ikrans had taken to the sky, circling around and waiting for their riders. Others waited on the ground.

Miles kept his word and waited for Jiniraa as long as she needed. After the destruction of the Tree of Voices and then Hometree, she never returned to the sacred place. She would visit Hometree once a season, but those memorials stopped when the Sky People returned.

She looked emotionless as she rejoined the group. Miles held her at arms length, bending down to try and look into her eyes but they were too unfocused and hazy to even comprehend his question. “You okay?”

Jiniraa numbly nodded as Miles' expression grew increasingly worried. She approached Spider and pressed his head into her torso for comfort. As a human, he was never permitted to be anywhere near Hometree, let alone here. It was something Neytiri reminded him at every chance she got. Spider wasn’t overly upset at the desecrated site, but if the thought of comforting him made Jiniraa feel a little less pain, he’d allow her to do whatever.

Very little was said after leaving the clearing, only one or two words when absolutely necessary. There wasn’t the usual banter between Lopez and Prager or Jiniraa reprimanding Lyle when he pulled out his machete. It was silent. Miles and Spider were rightfully concerned about the woman they cared for - she seemed like a shell of herself as her tail was limp, nearly dragging along the ground, and ears downturned in grief. She barely even smiled when Spider offered her another rock he found before slipping it into her waist pack.

Miles began to doubt the rest of the plans for the day: the General wanted the Recoms to do recon around Hometree next. He didn’t know if she could handle it. He didn’t know if he could handle seeing her act this way much longer. An undeniable guilt built in his stomach as he realized how devastated Jiniraa would be once they visited the site. Miles didn’t need to tell her where they were heading - she knew exactly where they were going, even as they took the long route.

Once the massive mangrove roots were in sight, Jiniraa pushed ahead and left Spider with Mansk. She stepped in front of Miles, trying to halt his movements. Her voice was angry, borderline cracking. “Miles, why are we here?”

He couldn’t look into her eyes. If he did he would break and turn the entire party around. He stared blankly forward and responded the an infuriatingly monotone voice, “doin’ recon.”

“Why here?”

He didn’t answer as he moved to step around her, but she grabbed at his wrist. He easily could’ve pulled out of her grasp, but he allowed her to hold on. After a beat he offered an explanation, “General’s orders.”

Jiniraa and Miles had discussed the General and the power she held over the Recoms over the past week. If Miles didn’t follow her every direction, he would jeopardize Jiniraa and Spider’s safeties. He wanted to be at the site of Hometree even less than Jiniraa did, but there was no alternative. With a sigh, Jiniraa accepted the severity of the situation, “I will go first. Stay.”

Miles reluctantly agreed as he stepped back to leave Jiniraa alone in the treeline. The site had deteriorated even further since her last visit - new growth and vines wrapped around the fallen village. Compared to the Tree of Voices, the flora here was quicker to recover. Plants and grass that brushed along her ankles last year were up to her thighs.

The Recoms held position as Jiniraa inspected her desecrated home, slow and somber. As she paid respect to those who lost their lives in the attack, Jiniraa realized there was no better time than the present to sway the Recoms from their ways. Try and get them to see and abandon their old selves for this new life. Damn whatever the General held over them, they had this world now, this new life, and they could do whatever they wished.

Spider awkwardly diverted his gaze from the site as Jiniraa rejoined everyone. The others were in awe, especially those directly involved with its destruction. Seeing the defiled monument of the community on the ground gave them a new perspective and questioned their old selves.

“Come.” Jiniraa called, motioning them to follow, “watch your step, these are sacred grounds.”

As they drew closer to the downed tree, the Recoms were forced to crane their heads to try and get the full picture.

“Damn,” Lyle cursed in astonishment, “this thing is fuckin’ huge from the ground.”

Mansk slapped the Corporal on the arm as he pushed past, “language.”

Jiniraa pointed out different places around the area to Spider, telling stories about her youth. “Over there, I learned to ride a pa’li for the first time. I learned archery over there. I wasn’t very good…”

Miles strained his ears to listen in on Jiniraa’s little anecdotes, trying to imagine her as a young child. He recalled finding those two pictures tucked away in her bag, both at different levels of decay. The one with the Sully children was relatively undamaged, only beginning to curl at the edges. The other was clearly folded and unfolded countless times and there were signs of water damage, but it didn’t distort the image of a much younger Jiniraa with two teenagers on either side. Her smile was so wide that her eyes were pressed shut. The man to her right had a stone face while the woman to her left had a soft smile.

Spider tried to take it all in. He tried to imagine what it was like when people occupied the land: the laughter of young children, the people sharing stories as they worked on their baskets, the clomping of hooves as young hunters showed off their pa’li skills. It was silent now, just as quiet as it had been for the past fifteen years. There was no more laughter, no more story telling, no more peaceful life.

“I’m sorry,” Spider apologized.

Jiniraa’s eyes softened, “sweet boy, you have nothing to be sorry for.”

Spider wasn’t apologizing for himself, no, he was apologizing for the sins of his father. His father was responsible for all of this. All this death and destruction. Miles’ ears lowered, not in anger but in regret. He wasn’t Quaritch, but he carried the sins of Quaritch. The blood was still on his blue hands. He wasn’t that man, but the memories weren’t something he could outrun. The past always finds a way to haunt you.

Lopez cleared his throat, awkwardly adjusting the strap of his rifle, “uh…how old were you?”

Jiniraa turned around to meet his curious gaze. “Eight.”

Lopez shook his head and cursed under his breath. Miles’ guilt shot up tenfold as he learned how young Jiniraa was when this occurred. Based on his timeline, he knew she was about that age, but hearing it made everything worse. An image of that smiling little Jiniraa flashed into his mind, but this time she was covered in soot and the blood of her fallen community as Hometree burned to the ground. To the Recoms, the destruction of Hometree was just over three months ago. To Jiniraa, it was fifteen years ago.

“It was hard, but we persevered.” Jiniraa spoke to no one in particular, raising her voice enough so everyone could hear her. “You live and you adapt. We honor the fallen once a year as we gather to tell stories and imagine what would have been. For days after the Sky People attacked us, both here and Vitraya Ramunong, what your people call the Tree of Souls, we buried the dead.

“Each person was given a proper funeral as their energy was given back to Eywa. There were many who died as Kelutral fell. There were no bodies to recover. The Great Mother had already taken them back into her embrace.

“I assisted in the burials of children years younger than me. I will never forget the screeching of parents as they wept for their children. In their grief, some parents chose to join Eywa following their children’s funerals.”

The Recoms all looked around, trying to make sure they all heard the same thing. Lyle was the first to speak up, voice soft as if not to upset Jiniraa further, “they killed themselves?”

“Yes,” Jiniraa nodded truthfully, “Some did. Some were left without their mate or children. They wanted to join them within Eywa rather than continue on alone.”

“What about you?” Prager asked, the first time he’d spoken up since they reached the site.

Jiniraa chuckled slightly, “I was a child so I had no mate. I never had parents, only Tsu’tey and Sylwanin.” Her voice trailed off for a moment, “but they’re both gone now too.”

By the standards of the General, their expedition to Hometree was pointless as they found no sign of the Omaticaya. They were too elusive, too infuriating, too careful. Jiniraa could have told them they wouldn’t have found any sign of her people as they did not return here on a regular basis. To some of the Recoms, the visit made them begin to question the RDA and the greater mission at hand. Hearing Jiniraa’s story of a child forced to witness a grief-driven suicide made them sick to their stomachs, especially know their predecessors were the cause of it. Miles felt the worst out of everyone - Quaritch was the one who ordered the attack. The blood was on his hands. The blood that stained Jiniraa’s childhood was his fault.

As they moved to leave, Miles pulled Jiniraa back for a second. He couldn’t seem to find the words, “I…I am sorry, for all this.”

Jiniraa stared at him for a long moment, trying to decide how to respond. He couldn’t meet her gaze and his tail flicked nervously behind him. She pressed a hand into his chest, feeling his heart beating under her touch. “...thank you.”

“For what?” Miles was shocked at her acceptance. He was expecting her to spit in his face and never speak to him again, not readily accepting the apology the first time.

“For seeing, Miles.”

●●●

As the day grew into night, the Recoms had settled around camp. Spider went and hunted for the group. Since it had been so long since anyone hunted in this area of the woods, the teenager had no problem finding something. It was the first time Miles allowed the teen to go off on his own. Spider wanted to show off even further to the Recoms, demonstrating his cooking skills to everyone over the fire Mansk had built. The dish lacked a few key elements, but it was much better than any type of MRE the RDA had to offer and they couldn’t survive on fruit forever.

“Whatcha workin’ on?” Lyle asked with a mouthful of meat, little pieces flying out.

“Hunt festival is soon. I am finishing my costume,” Jiniraa responded, flicking away anything that landed on her.

“Hunt festival?” Ja questioned from a few feet away. He was eating as well, but not as savagely as Lyle.

“It is meant to celebrate the migration of the sturmbeest as they return. During the day, the hunters go out and at night we celebrate.” Jiniraa answered. Memories of the hunt festival were always the fondest, especially seeing how usually stoic men could crumble within a few drinks. Surprisingly, Jiniraa was able to hold her kava much better than anyone would have ever expected.

“And this little get up is for that?” Lyle asked, brushing a finger along the beaded strands.

“Yes - don’t touch with your dirty hands,” Jiniraa scolded, “the festival involved music, dance, food, and drink.”

A little delirious on the meat, Lyle punched a hand into the air, “Sign me up! That sounds like my kinda party - killin’, cookin’, and drinkin’!”

“You learn nothing.” Jiniraa huffed at his insensitive boisterousness, “Spider and I will not be able to attend the hunt festival with our people, so I hope to hold one just for us.”

She looked over at Miles through the fire with hope in her eyes. He didn’t have a reason to shoot it down, so he just shrugged.

“Can I see your costume?” Zdinarsk asked, leaning forward on her knees.

Jiniraa was instantly on her feet as she hastily wrapped the thin bands to her wrist and secured a thicker one around her neck. A single line connected all three contact points and longer strands of beats and preserved leaves hung from that base, giving the illusion of wings. The hanging strands fluidly moved with her body, a colorful curtain of red, orange, blue, green, and purple. They merged together as she danced around the fire, showing off her art to everyone. She was weightless and moved like a feather in the wind, raising one arm up before dropping it in exchange for the other.

“It is a spectacle for everyone,” Jiniraa was out of breath as she stopped, “for mated pairs, children are often conceived that night.” Spider made a face, actively trying to dissociate from the conversation as Jiniraa continued on, “I’m just saying, why do you think there is such a big age gap between Lo’ak and Tuk-”

“I am begging you to stop.” Spider exasperated.

Crossing her hands across her chest, Jiniraa smirked down at the teen, “oh, so you can discuss sex with your friends, but not with me?” The lab guys had overheard numerous conversations between him and Lo’ak and shared that information with Jiniraa

Spider’s face burned even brighter, “yes.”

Jiniraa shook her head, muttering skxawng under her breath as she moved to remove the nearly completed costume.

Lyle could see the burn on Spider’s face and tried to save him from further embarrassment, “kid, wanna see something?” Spider hastily got up and jumped over the log Lyle was leaning against before peering down over Lyle’s shoulder at the tablet. “So this is me when I was a human.”

It was a picture of a much younger Wainfleet freshly graduated from boot camp. There was a vague familiarity between the Recom and the scrawny teenager in the photo. Spider laughed, “so you’re bald by choice? Bold move.”

Lyle was mildly insulted but tried to play it off, “the ladies like my bald head.”

In unison, Ja and Zdinarsk objected to any thought that statement was true. “I think that is a complete lie.”

Lyle’s tail flicked against the ground in annoyance as he angrily switched the photo. There was human Wainfleet again, this time a little more filled out and recognizable, with a dozen other people. Some shared a vague similarity, but others did not. The woman in the center was in a tight lacy white dress.

“This was my big sister’s wedding,” Lyle explained, “I was her husband’s best man - obviously.”

Zdinarsk glanced over Lyle’s shoulder once more, “she got all the pretty genes.”

“Now you’re just being a bitch, Z.”

“It’s not being a bitch if it’s the truth.”

Jiniraa ignored the ongoing banter between the unit as Ja and Prager also chimed in. She grabbed the tablet from Lyle’s laxed grip to get a better view of the photograph, “Lyle, your sister is very beautiful.”

Lyle took the tablet back into his possession. “Yeah, she was.” His voice had grown distant and Jinraa realized what he was saying: his sister was dead.

That’s not a shock, after all war had overtaken the entire Earth and she wasn’t able to get out in time before everything completely went to shit. It had been decades since Lyle had been on Earth - six years spent in cryo and fifteen spent in a flash drive really helped push time along.

It hurt because no matter how hard he tried, Lyle couldn’t remember his sister’s name. He could remember them fighting over their parents’ attention or how she would pawn off walking the dog on him. He remembered his dog - they got him after his father left on deployment when he was five and they named him Chesty after the Marine Corps mascot. He could remember how happy he was to see his sister at boot camp graduation and the sound of her laugh as she rubbed at his bald head and pretended to buff it. He just couldn’t remember the most basic thing. The most important thing - her name.

“You know, it’s kinda weird being in these bodies.” Lyle wasn’t speaking to anyone in particular, just out into the open space. “I look at these pictures and like I know that I was there. I mean obviously - I’m in these pictures, but it’s not really me. It’s the was me not the now me.”

Zdinarsk hummed in agreement, as did all the other Recoms. The RDA had gone through and selectively erased chunks of their predecessors' memories, cherry picking those of combat and skill over love and family. Each member of the unit had their own frustration trying to remember crucial elements of their lives as humans. For Lyle it was his sister. For Zdinarsk it was her first love. For Mansk it was his best friend. It went on and on.

“That means you have been given a second chance,” Jiniraa stressed, “Another life to do better.”

Lyle didn’t enjoy the melancholy tone that fell over the crowd and chose to crack a joke and lighten the mood. He nudged Jinraa’s shoulders with a snicker, “so, you gettin’ down and dirty with anyone after the hunt festival? You gotta husband out there?”

Miles already knew the answer to the question, but he didn’t like the way her cheeks tinted purple as blood rushed to her cheeks. She was embarrassed, but there was part of his gut that assumed it was from how close Lyle was to her

“Um…” Jiniraa’s embarrassment took over instantly, “no. I don’t.”

“And why not?” Lyke prodded.

“Well, we do not have partners like the Sky People do.” Jiniraa critically divulged. “We have mates and once the bond is complete, it is a bond for life. It is a connection unlike any other. Once you share the deepest, most intimate part of yourself there is no going back. No action or amount of distance could manage to break the bond, only death.”

Everyone was listening intently at this point. After all, their job was to learn, absorb, and apply knowledge regarding the Na’vi to fulfill their mission. At this exact moment, the only Recom thinking about the mission was Miles. The Recoms were silent, processing the information. Rather than seeing how these mating bonds are the ultimate form of weakness within the Na’vi community, most of them became envious of the utter devotion mates have for eachother. Mansk’s mind flashed to Renia back at Bridgehead.

“And you don’t have a…mate?” Zdinarsk asked. The word felt foreign on her tongue as she stuttered through the sentence.

Jiniraa’s eyes lowered in shame, ears doing the same. “No. I don’t.”

“Did they die?” Ja asked as he fiddled with a knife between his outstretched hand. The blade gleamed as the fire hit it just right.

“Um, well, no.” She paused, looking up to the stars. “I never had one. As I got older, the Sky People returned and I do not want to raise a family where I could end up dead the next day. Or lose my children or mate to the Sky People. Besides, males either want a mighty hunter or exceptional woman in other ways. I’m not either of those. I mean - you guys have seen me try to fight. It’s pitiful.” Most of the Recoms laughed a little bit at her self depreciation. Miles and Lyle did not. She then raised her hand up. “I’m also burdened with the mark of these four fingers. Outcast. Strange.”

She stretched her arm forward, flexing her fingers. Her eyes shifted their focus from her hands in front of her to the Recom through her fingers. She couldn’t read the expression on his face. She didn’t like how intensely he was staring her down, trying to peer into her soul, so she pulled her gaze away while he remained. Miles wasn’t going to look away.

She continued without prompting, “I wouldn’t be a good mate. I have no family. I was found in the woods as a child by Tsu’tey. I was unconscious and covered in blood. There was no one around me. While the Tsahik was healing me, Tsu’tey rode to the neighboring clans, trying to find my home. No one claimed me. I had no memories and four fingers, but the Olo’eyktan permitted me to stay with the Omaticaya until my family was found. Obviously, that never happened. Tsu’tey didn’t like me at first, but I stuck by him and Sylwanin. Eventually they got used to my presence and I looked up to them like my caretakers.”

Jiniraa’s eyes were glassy as she tentatively laid her hand against Lyle’s, “Sylwanin would’ve been beautiful too, just like your sister.”

Once again, not liking the serious nature of the conversation, Lyle tried to break the ice as he spared Miles a glance, “so what I’m hearing is you’re a virgin.”

Jiniraa fake punched Lyle’s arm. In an attempt to cheer her up, he fell over on the ground, completely over exaggerating the amount of pain he was in. Miles’ eyes followed her form as she moved to stand and grabbed a canteen. She was already walking away as she called out, “I’m going to fetch more water.”

“Hey, wait a second,” Miles quickly stood with an outstretched arm.

Jiniraa paused half in the darkness, “there’s a tracker in the comm. I’ll be right back.”

Miles grumbled, “just take this. For my own sanity.” He reached behind to detach the sheath from his belt before softly laying it in her hands.

Five, ten, fifteen minutes passed and no sign of Jiniraa. Miles’ leg bounced as he waited for her to return, getting up a couple of times as he contemplated following after her but decided against it. She needed space. Today had been incredibly emotionally taxing between remembering her dead ikran, reliving the most terrifying three days of her life, and then exposing her vulnerabilities to the Recoms. She would come back. She always would. Still that didn’t stop Miles from incessantly checking her location and heart monitor embedded into the comm.

Five minutes later and Miles was at his wits end. His head snapped at every little sound that the forest had to offer up. Not a single one was Jiniraa. He had enough. With two fingers, he pressed into the comm buttons, “Jiniraa to Colonel.” No response. “Jiniraa, come in.” No response. “I’m going to get her.”

Spider had been watching the echo of his father pace around as the worry mounted up. Based on the stories he’d heard about his father, he never expected to see him care about anyone but himself, much less a Na’vi woman. “I’m coming with you.”

“No. Stay here with everyone,” Miles declared, slinging his rifle over his shoulder, “I won’t be long.”

Spider begrudgingly sat down. Lyle tried to distract him with more pictures on the tablet, both ones from his human days and more recently. Spider enjoyed seeing all the candid shots the Corporal had managed to snag without people noticing. There was one of Spider and Miles on a transport where they perfectly mirrored each other's body language as their arms crossed over their chests and heads lulled to the right. Another showed Prager dangling from a tree as his foot got snagged on a vine after failing to jump off a tree like Spider instructed.

Miles huffed as he pushed through the brush at breakneck speed. The sounds of fire and conversation slowly faded away as he increased the distance between himself and the camp. His eyes were trained on the pinging location of Jiniraa’s comm on the topographical map. He instinctively reached behind to grab his knife, but cursed when it was nowhere to be found, completely forgetting he gave it to Jiniraa.

“Jiniraa to Colonel,” he attempted again. He was beginning to panic. She could be unconscious - that’s why her heart rate was still coming through. Based on their locations, she should be within earshot, but he wasn’t going to risk exposing their presence to anything lurking in the lush forest.

Miles pushed through a wall of glowing vines to finally find Jiniraa sitting on the bank of a small reflection pool. Her back was to him, but she didn’t need to turn around to know who it was. The cadence of his steps said enough.

“I was wondering how much longer it would be,” Jiniraa tossed over her shoulder. He saw her ear piece dangling along her neck. She didn’t hear the panic in his voice just a minute ago. She intended to draw him out this entire time.

“If you wanted alone time with me, all you had to do was ask,” Miles flirted, but she didn’t move. Her gaze returned to the photographs in her hands. “What’s goin’ on in that head of yours?”

“I miss them.” Miles hummed, not knowing how else to react in this situation. She pushed the more tattered picture into his hands, “this is Sylwanin and Tsu’tey. Both are dead because of Quaritch.”

“Sweetheart-” he begged. He couldn’t do this right now, but she didn’t give him the chance.

“No. Stop talking. They are dead because of Quaritch and you are not him. You may bear his name and memories, but you are not him. I meant what I said earlier - this body is a second life you never asked for. Another chance to make things right. You are Miles and I believe Miles can be a good man.”

“It’s not that simple.”

“No, it is that simple. How many more bones will you crush? How many more lives will you destroy in the pursuit of your missions? You do not need to do this.”

Miles exploded, pulling away and throwing his hands round in the air, “it’s not like I asked to be brought back like this!”

Jiniraa matched his level of intensity, “that is exactly what I am saying!” She paused to take a deep breath. Miles' shoulders were pulled tight as he glared at the woman, “you are haunted by the memories of a dead man. You did not ask for this, but what are you going to do about it?”

“Stop talking,” Miles seethed through clenched teeth.

“What?

“You - stop talking.” He grabbed Jiniraa by the jaw, holding her head right in one hand. Her face morphed from surprise to angry pants to lidded eyes and an open mouth. Her heart rate pounded against his pinky resting on her neck. His lips pulled back into a snarl. She wouldn’t show fear as that was exactly what he wanted. He wanted her to be afraid of him, it would be easier that way.

“No. I won’t stop.” Jiniraa hissed.

Jiniraa expected him to squeeze tighter or growl at her, not for him to lean forward and lay his lips on her. If she wasn’t going to shut up, he would have to do it himself. The kiss wasn’t a tender embrace like their previous kisses. It was heavy, sloppy, and heated. Above all it was desperate and needy.

Their teeth clashed against each other as Jiniraa whined into his mouth. Miles took the opportunity to press his tongue into her mouth, exploring her taste and groaning at her willingness to accept the intrusion. His hand slipped from her jaw to her neck to squeeze ever so slightly. Her gasp had him pulling back to lean their foreheads together.

Miles taunted and applied the faintest amount of pressure, “oh, you like that, baby? Yeah?”

Their mouths remained close enough that his lips brushed against her own as each syllable left his mouth. Jiniraa’s eyes remained closed as she pressed forward, desperate to have his touch back. She needed it. A fire was lit from within and he was both the lighter and the extinguisher. She brought her hands to roughly grab the sides of his face to pull him back to her. He laughed against her at the shameless desperation, but fulfilled her wish and returned with more fervor than expected.

The force almost knocked her off her feet, but Miles had already secured an arm around her waist to pull her flush against him. One of her hands made its way to his short cropped hair, dragging her nails from temple to the back of his head.

He shuddered as she grew closer to the base of his braid and her fingers brushed along the base of the sensitive organ, “do that again.” She complied, putting more effort into the mindless movement.

His mouth left her lips to explore the rest of her face. He began by leaving open mouth kisses along the sides of her face before nipping at the base of her ears. The sensation had her movements momentarily pause as her own pleasure took precedence. “Miles…”

“I don’t recall tellin’ you to stop.” His voice was going to be the death of her. She could feel the lust pooling in her stomach and quickly migrating downward. Jiniraa may not have been mated, but she knew what it felt like to touch herself. The touch of another was foreign, but that familiar feeling was mounting even without direct stimulation.

Miles bit at her neck before licking over the reddened area. He didn’t break skin, but if he used any more power he would’ve easily drawn blood. The sensation of his teeth dragging over her neck satisfied something primal within both. Jiniraa’s head lulled to the side to give him more access - a clear display of trust and want.

After allowing Miles to continue for a minute, Jiniraa pulled back as his mouth chased after her skin. Her eyes were blown wide with lust, glimmering as the night light of the forest danced along her skin, deepening the shadows of her features. A glistening trail of saliva covered the entire right side of her neck, running from her collar one to her ear as light bruising was intermittently laid out. The sight had Miles’ pants reach a level of uncomfortable tightness. She continued running her fingers through his short hair, following his command from earlier. Her free hand pulled at his vest, despising the gear from keeping his chest out of reach.

With daring eyes, Jiniraa slowly wrapped her hand around the base of Miles’ queue, lightly tugging it down so he would be closer to eye level. Once he was within reach, she returned his favor from earlier, tentatively pressing a soft kiss to the base of his jaw before growing bolder and left sloppy, wet kisses up and down the base of his neck. Miles groaned - how could someone so sweet do this? His hand released her neck and found purchase on her waist, kneading and squeezing at the soft flesh. He didn’t trust his own strength in this state of lust - the last thing he wanted to do was squeeze her neck and actually hurt. With the newfound range of motion, Jiniraa was able to reach up and bite at the base of his cropped ears as well. Miles' knees nearly buckled at the sensation - the way his fingers tightened around her waist was going to leave fingerprints for a day or two.

“Christ, woman.”

Jiniraa giggled innocently against the shell of his ear as if she didn’t know the consequences of her actions. He began pushing her backwards, leading her towards the large boulder she’d been leaning against earlier. She complied without reservation, trusting that he wouldn’t allow her to fall. Once close enough, Miles pressed her down to make her lay against the cool stone.

His lips began at her stomach, leaving a trail of saliva as he licked up the sweat that collected earlier in the day. Jiniraa shivered as the moisture cooled instantly in the cool of the night. Miles paused at the base of her naval before hovering there to glance up at the writhing woman who begged for him to return. Her hands found their way to the back of his head, trying to push it against her but he resisted the temptation to continue teasing her.

“Aren’t you just the prettiest thing?”

Jiniraa glanced down at Miles, holding his eye contact as he made his way back up. He was much slower on the return, nipping and biting at certain patches of skin. When he was blocked by her top, he sighed mockingly, almost as if he was discouraged by the flimsy beaded top.

Breathlessly, Jiniraa called out for Miles in incoherent mumbles.

“Yeah, sweetheart? C’mon, use your words.”

Miles’ right hand left her hip and came to hold her jaw, pulling her gaze to follow as he bent over her body. One of Jiniraa’s hands reluctantly left the back of Miles' face to lay it over his hand before pushing to hold the side of her face. Once the hand was where she wanted, Jiniraa mirrored the hold on him. Miles remained completely still, not knowing where she was going with this. Slowly, she sat up, closing the distance between them as she maintained eye contact, not breaking it once.

“Miles,” she began slowly, “I choose-”

“Colonel?” Lyle’s voice sounded through Miles’ comm and he had to refrain from crushing it beneath his boot. Jiniraa’s earpiece was dangling along her collarbone, so she hadn’t heard the radio message. Miles’ expression tightened in annoyance and Jiniraa receded, almost dropping her hand before Miles plastered it to his face and he kept it there. She immediately began apologizing, regretting her actions.

Miles tried to reassure her, “no, wait. It’s Lyle.” Jiniraa put her own earpiece back in, ready to dart back in case something had gone wrong. Miles’ chest warmed, seeing the protective side of Jiniraa, even if their moment was put on pause. “Wainfleet, what is it?”

“You’ve been gone for fifteen. Everything ‘ight?” Lyle wasn’t even trying to hide his snicker through the comm, something he would pay for at a later time.

Miles’ forehead dropped to rest against Jiniraa’s shoulder in exasperation, “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

“That is a little extreme.” She rubbed at his shoulder. A big baby.

“Boss? You there?” Lyle’s voice sounded through the comms once more. Based on his expression, Jiniraa could tell Miles was going to go berserk on the Corporal if he was the one to respond, so she took it upon herself.

“Yes, Lyle, we’re still here. We’re heading back now.”

Miles reached up and pulled the earpiece out as he continued to mumble about the different ways he was going to kill their bald headed sniper. The moment had evaporated completely, leaving Jiniraa nervous and fiddling with her fingers. Miles sighed, tilting her face up with a soft touch, “you were sayin’?”

“It can wait,” Jiniraa dismissed him. With her last remaining drops of confidence she reached up and pulled Miles’ down to her and connected their lips together. This wasn’t the feverious kiss from earlier, it was much softer. Full of yearning and want, for physical touch and more.

“I will get you out of this. All this shit, even if it’s the last thing I do. If it’s what you want, once the mission is done, we can go far away from all this. I can’t just leave now, you’ll end up dead that way. Yeah?”

Jiniraa nodded against his forehead, “I like that plan.”

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“Can I show you around today?” Jiniraa asked as they packed up camp from the night prior.

“You have a place in mind?” Miles asked, tightening the straps on Cupcakes gear, ignoring the creature's protests.

“I want to show you my favorite place to go. It’s not far, maybe half a day’s walk from here.”

“By air?” He asked. He was willing to take time out of their recon mission to give Jiniraa a little leeway, but he couldn’t sacrifice an entire day to it.

“Maybe an hour or so.” Jiniraa answered. Miles contemplated for a moment. He was intrigued by whatever had her eyes gleaming that way, but it also wasn’t the best idea to separate from the group. They hadn’t seen a single sign of Na’vi throughout the entire recon mission. Two nights since they visited Hometree and nothing. They continued pressing further into the forest, performing aerial surveys during the day and camping out at night.

That also meant they hadn’t had a moment to themselves in two days and everyone was starting to get on each other's nerves. Pressing deeper into the forest meant thicker humidity and higher temperatures. Their speed was greatly affected by how quickly both the ikran and Recoms tired.

“Show me the way.”

They had to move as a group, but Jiniraa only planned to show Miles the location so everyone else had to stay back and make up the new camp. It’s not like they were complaining - they go to spend the day around a lake rather than continue to trek through the forest. Spider was apprehensive about being separated from Jiniraa for an extended period of time, but she assured him everything would be alright and they would return by nightfall. If anything were to happen, they all had their comms anyway.

Miles trailed behind Jiniraa as they made their way down the mountain side. She was incredibly cryptic about where they were going and Miles wondered if this was all an elaborate plan to kill him. Grab him by the balls and slice his throat.

“Are we there? Just a little hint and I’ll shut up,” Miles complained.

“We’re close. Stop whining like a child.”

“I’m not whining.”

Jiniraa laughed over his shoulder and challenged him, “oh, I think you are.”

“I’ll show you,” Miles mumbled. Jiniraa wasn’t able to bite out a comeback before Miles already had her turned around and pushed up against a tree. Jiniraa expected something like this to happen. It was only a matter of time before he became too impatient and tried to take matters into his own hands.

Miles put his entire weight against Jiniraa, trapping her against the tree. With one hand, he grabbed both wrists between his fingers and held it just above her head, a secondary display of his physical strength and dominance over her.

Playing along, Jiniraa half heartedly struggled against Miles' hold which only made his teeth bare more as he nipped at her clavicle, tongue tracing over the fresh and older bruises, “they’re already fading away. Guess I have to make new ones.”

Jiniraa wanted to give in, but they were so close. The end was in sight. “Miles - Miles, as much as I’d like to continue - hey ease up, we’re almost there.”

With an annoyed sigh, Miles released his hold on Jiniraa. His fingers twitched at his sides, suddenly tingling at the loss of physical contact. She was able to read the signs like an open book. Once you’ve learned the basic ques of Miles Quaritch, there isn’t an emotion this man is able to hide. He wanted to touch her, but he was going to be respectful of the plans she’d made - even if he wanted nothing more than to push her down into the soft bed of grass below them and take her right there. Finally end this little dance of devil and doe.

Jiniraa grabbed his wrist, tugging as he dragged his feet through the forest, “come on, Miles.”

“You say my name a lot,” Miles observed. She did - almost any sentence began or ended with his name.

“It is your name, is it not?” She asked innocently. He just shrugged. She knew what he meant by that - he liked hearing her say his name. It was special coming from her.

Miles' ears twitched as the sound of running water could be heard in the nearby vicinity. He looked around, but saw no other sign of a river or stream. They were at the base of the mountain, so any water should congregate around them, yet there was nothing here.

“Cover your eyes. I’ll lead you in. Just follow me,” Jiniraa instructed.

“I feel ridiculous,” Miles complained.

Jiniraa laughed as he continued to take hesitant steps, tentatively tapping at the ground before placing his full weight down. He almost jumped back the first time the fine gravel shifted under his feet, but he managed to keep his composure just enough. At this rate, they weren’t ever going to make it inside.

Jiniraa huffed in frustration, “do you trust me?”

“Yes,” his answer was immediate. No hesitation in the slightest.

“Then just follow. Watch your head.”

“How can I watch my head if my eyes are closed?” His joke was ignored, but steps became more confident, one hand plastered over his eyes while the other was tightly intertwined with Jiniraa’s smaller hand. They had clearly gone somewhere inside or underground - it was much cooler and the sounds of the forest faded away. A distant dripping could be heard off in the distance and the running water had grown stronger.

When they paused Jiniraa gave him no warning, causing Miles to bump into her back. It didn’t seem to phase her as she turned around, reaching up to lower Miles hand from his face. It took his eyes a few seconds to adjust before he could see her clearly. There was a purplish glow to her face. She looked beautiful in this light, utterly angelic and peaceful. She took a step back, drawing Miles' attention to the cave around him.

They were in a massive cavern illuminated by algae and fungi growing along the expansive walls. Columns of crystals acted as randomly dispersed pillars, some completely vertical while others were at odd angles. The light from the bioluminescent plants refracted through the purplish crystals, casting a hue over the entire space. Miles felt like a tiny little ant in this massive hole. He knew if Spider or Lyle were here, the first thing they would do is scream and see how long their echo would carry.

Jiniraa fiddled with her necklace as she focused on the ground around her, “do you like it?”

“This - this is beautiful.” Now, Miles wasn’t someone to get all choked up over anything. Not ever. But this was doing something to him. The magnitude and allure of Pandora was beyond impressive. It was utterly indescribable. “Is this where that stone is from?”

Jiniraa lit up at his recollection of the detail she only shared once. While agreeing, she grabbed at his wrist, pulling him deeper into the cave system. They crossed over a crystal that grew horizontally and Miles made the mistake of looking down and saw the ravine below. Unlike the massive tree limbs they used as highways in the forest, these crystals didn’t have any oversized vines or leaves to break your fall. Jiniraa wasn’t phased as she took in the similar sights, smells, and sounds. Miles took a whiff of it as well - the cavern smelled exactly like Jiniraa did: a recent rain and fresh fruit. Her natural scent emulated her favorite place in the world.

“It is a long trip to come here and I have not come often, so every time is like seeing it for the first time.”

Miles continued to look around and take everything in, “how the hell did you find this?”

“I fell down a hole?”

He slowly turned around with an eyebrow cocked, “is that a question or a statement?”

Jiniraa’s guilty look and flushed face answered his own question. She was embarrassed of how she found this place - out on an extended solo hunting trip, she went to take a break from flying and as she scaled down the side of the mountain, a rock slipped out of place and she went tumbling down. After the fall had finally stopped, she found herself inside the expansive cave.

At first, she thought this was going to be her tomb, but eventually she found her way out. Once she made it back to the village, no one believed her discovery. The next year, she went on another hunting trip and made a stop specifically at her old discovery and grabbed a raw stone to use as proof. No one believed her still, but it made for a beautiful piece of jewelry. So it became her little secret. Her escape from everything. She hadn’t even brough Spider here before. Yet she had chosen to share it with Miles.

“Miles, how do you feel about me?” Jiniraa asked with a new found confidence.

Miles stopped his observations of the cave wall and kept his back to her. He tried to play it off, but the bite in the back of his throat wasn’t helping, “why you askin’?”

“Because…because…”

Say it. Say it. Say it.

“I want you.” Jiniraa finished.

“I think we’ve established this.”

“No,” she paused, “I want you.”

Miles glanced over his shoulder, not willing to completely turn just yet, “how?”

“I believe all people are both twice. The first is your physical birth. The second is when you earn your place among the people. You have gone through your second birth, even though it’s not the traditional way. At that point, a person may choose a partner,” she paused as Miles turned around. The few feet between them suddenly felt too great.

“I have chosen you, but you must choose me as well.” Miles waited in silence as she continued, slowly pulling her braid around her shoulder and allowed the tendrils to expose themselves. “Once the bond is made, there is no going back. It is for life.”

“You’ve said this before.” Miles rolled his eyes.

“I need you to know the weight of your decision,” Jiniraa reassured.

“And if I say yes?”

“Then we will be equals on all levels. We will be one. I will be yours and you will be mine.”

“I already am yours, you know that,” Miles' voice dropped an octave and bounced off the cave walls, “are you mine, baby?”

It felt like he was everywhere, but still not close enough to satisfy her. His fingers twitched again in want, but this time he didn’t resist the desire as he reached out and pulled her closer by the waist. Their eye contact remained unbroken as Miles reached over his own shoulder, pulling at his braid as well. He tentatively held it out in front of her, asking for her approval and acceptance.

Both of their pupils were blown wide - a side effect of the dim lighting and the lust building in each of their systems. Before Miles made a move to further their little dance, he hastily unlatched his vest as the material suddenly became constricting.

“I need to hear you say it, Jiniraa,” Miles’ voice was soft with affection. Her knees almost buckled under her weight as her name rolled off his tongue. She despised every other instance where he used her name, but there was a certain level of intimacy about his use in this moment. Jiniraa pressed her hand against his chest, feeling the strong heart pounding below once more. Miles did the same.

“I am yours and you are mine.” There was no reservation in her voice. No doubt or fear. She was committed and the conviction shone brightly through.

Miles smirked, “I like the sound of that.”

Jiniraa didn’t play into his cheekiness as she slowly lowered them to the ground motioning Miles to follow. She rested on her knees while Miles was fully on the ground sitting straight up. Hating the distance between them, Miles pulled her closer into him.

Miles reached back and pulled his braid from around his shoulder, lightly grasping it as he presented it to her. He was seeking her approval, not really knowing how to proceed with something like this.

“Last chance to be a runaway bride, sweetheart,” Miles snickered, lifting his braid too.

Miles watched Jiniraa as their queues became intertwined. Jiniraa fell forward into Miles, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of emotions she felt all at once. While there was a swarm within, love and admiration was the paramount. Miles reacted by squeezing her against him, long arms wrapping around her torso as he rubbed his nose into her neck to inhale her sweet scent.

When they pulled back to make eye contact for the first time as a mated pair, it felt like the world had shifted. They felt the blood rushing around their partner. Their breathing. Their feelings. Everything.

“Miles, I need you,” Jiniraa whined against Miles' ear as she pawed at his chest. He had imagined this scenario countless times before and Jiniraa had done exactly the same.

Out of the corner of his eye, Jiniraa saw a single atokirina float down before leaving just as quickly. Eywa was shining down on her. She approved of the match. Jiniraa smiled before Miles pushed her into the ground, ready to ravage her for all she was worth. He wasn’t going to stop till she was shaking on the ground from too much. He needed her as much as she needed him.

Next: Chapter Eighteen - Three Little Words

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Engaging with the One Piece fandom has led me to realize that people don't generally like Thriller Bark even though it's one of my favorite arcs.

The aesthetics

The concept of the Strawhats getting lost in their world's version of the Bermuda Triangle and winding up on the doorstep of one of the Shichibukai who is now targeting them. It's a setup that's basically the perfect self-contained adventure.

Gecko Moria himself is a great villain who sets up Kaidou as this devastating, demoralizing threat looming in the background until that finally comes to fruition in Wano.

Moria's zombie army contains more call-forwards such as the legendary samurai Shimotsuki Ryuma, which also becomes relevant in Wano. Zoro defeating Ryuma is how he obtains Shusui, arguably his most iconic sword. I'm also pretty sure Oars is going to be relevant very soon when the Strawhats inevitably to go Elbaf. And there was Captain John, a member of the Rocks Pirates whose treasure map is what convinces Buggy to help Luffy's jailbreak from Impel Down.

A lot of minor zombies are memorable too, like Tararan the giant spider monkey. It's also been implied Hippo Gentleman is a subtle reference to Wapol becoming a toymaking mogul after his defeat, as all of the Wild Zombies are based on toys Perona owns.

The Kage Kage no Mi is cracked. The sheer creativity it took for Moria to use a shadow-manipulating power to raise an army of not even just zombies but Frankensteinian supersoldiers. Because it turns out shadows function as auxiliary souls and can be placed into new hosts to breathe life into them and it doesn't matter if those hosts are alive, dead, or biologically impossible abominations that are literally stitched together. That's not even all Moria does with it either, since his own shadow is basically a second him that functions like a logia user. He can switch places with his shadow at any point, allowing him to functionally teleport. He can put his shadow into your shadow and control you. He can absorb his entire stockpile of stolen souls and turn into a kaijuu. He can just plain stab you with a shadow. Plus, as a kicker, the mere act of Moria taking your shadow means you will die in the sun like a vampire.

Dr. Hogback is another great villain. The sheer depravity it takes to steal the corpse of a woman who rejected you and reanimate her as a servant who you physically abuse. Chopper used to idolize this man.

Perona is best girl

Sanji laying into Absalom for eating the fruit he wanted to eat is yet another call-forward to Wano; Sanji's Raid Suit, Stealth Black.

Luffy asks no less than three undead creatures to join his crew. One of them actually says yes, and Brook remains an invaluable member of the Strawhat Pirates.

You know what? Just Brook himself.

Robin's outfit

Usopp's outfit

Nightmare Luffy, which is a powerup Luffy liked so much that he modeled Gear Fourth after it.

Another of Usopp's lies turned into an accidental truth, as there was a cerberus.

"NOTHING HAPPENED."

"I'M ALREADY NEGATIVE!"

"AN OLD MAN WITH A WOUND!?"

Lola turned out to be one of Big Mom's children and is actually the first Charlotte to appear in the series. She is also the first person to actually tell us what a vivre card is.

This is the first time we actually get to know Bartholomew Kuma after his introduction which was a glorified cameo. He shows up out of nowhere (literally) and what news does he bring? Blackbeard has become a Shichibukai, having bribed the World Government for the position by capturing Ace.

Between the above point and Sabaody Archipelago introducing us to the Celestial Dragons and ending with the Strawhats getting absolutely destroyed, you could argue that Thriller Bark was the last relatively low-stakes and "fun" arc.

Zombie dance party

#one piece

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Into the Anthill pt 11 - Back To Basics

Looks like it’s time for Hank to switch names yet again now that he’s off the Avengers so he’s returned to just being Ant-Man for these next few adventures. He’s contacted by other heroes for several missions but he never joins their combat during this period, always opting for an alternative path that keeps him off of the battlefield. The one time he volunteers for super-heroics here is Marvel Feature Presents: The Astonishing Ant-Man.

Naturally, that went very poorly for him.

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Avengers vol 1 #93

Hank donned his classic Ant-Man gear when Iron Man called a meeting of the original Avengers to determine if they thought the new Avengers were to blame for the recent Ronan incident. Rather than helping with their decision, he instead went on a solo adventure inside Vision’s body to determine the cause of a recent short in his brain.

Iron Man vol 1 #44

A flashback story set not long after Hank’s first battle with the Scarlet Beetle. Apparently, it had regained its super-intelligence sometime after Hank turned it back to normal and swore vengeance on humanity again. Before it could begin its new plan it was crushed by a canister of kerosene and seemingly killed.

Avengers vol 1 #99-100

The Avengers called Hank and T’Challa hoping either could cure Hercules of his recent amnesia, but neither could. Black Knight then summoned all of the Avengers to plan for an attack against Olympus, even the members who had quit (Hulk, Ant-Man, Wasp, and Swordsman). Hank and Jan stayed behind to monitor for portals between the realms while the rest of the team handled the fighting.

Incredible Hulk vol 1 #154-155

When a woman from a micro-cosmic world became stranded on Earth, Bruce Banner turned to Hank to help him return her to her world. Hank had not gone microscopic since his first adventure with the Fantastic Four, but still kept that particular serum in his personal laboratory vault.

Marvel Feature vol 1 #4-10

Hank was working on some new drugs for Doctor Curt Connors with Peter Parker as his lab assistant when Connors’ son was kidnapped. A local cartel was holding him hostage in exchange for the experimental drugs, so Hank suited up as Ant-Man and saved him with Spider-Man’s help. The boy was saved but Hank was infected by a microbe that prevented him from growing back to his normal size.

On the way back to his lab Hank fought Egghead again, preventing him from siphoning the intelligence out of his niece, Trixie Starr. In exchange for his help she sewed him a new uniform and brought him back to his lab. There, he found Jan bickering with her chauffeur (still Whirlwind in disguise), who took off after she refused to add him to her will. He returned in costume and attacked, but Hank made his presence known and fought him off. Jan wound up drinking the experimental serum that he hoped would negate the microbe and turn him back to normal. Of course, it got her stuck at small size as well. Whirlwind burned the lab down and told the press that Hank and Jan had died in the fire so that he could conspire with her attorney to get her fortune.

After Jan began to mutate into a half-wasp monster, Dr. Nemesis caught them and negated enough of the microbe’s influence to allow him to return to his normal size. In return he demanded classified Avengers intelligence. Hank knocked him out for asking.

Minor/Cameo appearances from this period:

Avengers vol 1 #135

Captain Marvel vol 1 #35, 37

#hank pym #ant-man #into the anthill #marvel comics

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Spider’s Thread [Reverse AU]

Possessive Red Xiao x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Commissioned for: @profoundwitchsalad

Art Credit: @ruoyeahs

Warning: Unhealthy relationships.

Prompt:

“You’ve ruined my life because I have a warped idea of what love is and I can’t live without you. But now you’re trying to leave me and I won’t allow that. You left me alive. You have a duty to live for me and by me. I’m not letting you go.”

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Xiao Semi Series

[ Friendship ] [ Falling in Love ] [ Cuddles ] [ Protective ] [ Affection ] [ Jealously ] [ Opposites Attract ] [ String Of Fate (Soulmate) ] [ Fainting ]

Link to original posts: [Red! Xiao.] [Reverse AU]

[Masterlist]

Alatus was once told a story by his Master. A sinner who falls into hell is rewarded for his only good deed, choosing not to kill a spider. As his reward, a thread is lowered down for him to climb out of Hell. In the end, the sinner remains in Hell because he kicks aside others and the thread breaks. Alatus doesn't remember why his Master told him this story but he still empathizes with the sinner. He would have done the same or asked for this 'saviour' to extend their hand down instead. That way he could pull them down.

"Xiao? Are you okay?"

He slowly opens his jade eyes to see you hunch over, peering down above him, eyebrows furrowed together in concern as you reach down and softly tap his temple. He allows you to take a moment to do whatever you want with his face before he reaches up to grasp at your wrist gently, holding back on his want to rub circles into your skin. His reminiscing can wait for now.

"What is it?" he asks curtly, sitting up and resting his elbow on his raised knee. You pout at his curt tone but shrug it off as you take a seat next to him and lean your shoulder against his. You dig into your bag and pull out slips of commission papers and hand it over to him to read through what needed to be done today. A few Hilichurl camps needed to be taken care of, sabotaging a slime balloon, all tasks that seem mundane to someone who fought in a war. As he's preoccupied, you take a moment to look at Xiao's face. He's just the slightest bit unnerved whenever you do this because you always seem to know what's bothering someone.

"Were you dreaming of her again?" you ask quietly. The silence is a good enough answer but you nod understandingly. You never knew his Master personally but you did fight a long strenuous battle against her. From one look you could tell she was a manipulative and cruel woman. While it may not be very kind to say, you were glad that with her passing, Xiao would be free from her physically. But mentally...there were still some things to work out. But Xiao was a very reclusive person, especially with his emotions, so pushing him any further would only make him irritated and closed off.

"Venti and Zhongli are joining our party for a bit if that’s alright. They'll help out a lot with our commissions and travelling. I like Liyue a lot but climbing mountains stresses my shoulders out," you laugh as you change the subject to something less depressing. Standing up as you dust your clothes off before turning to Xiao and holding your hand out for him to take. He stares at it hard for a few moments before huffing and reaching over to clasp your hands together.

It has been so frustratingly peaceful since the war ended. He's not used to it and he can still feel the lick of cutting winds and the heavy pressure of rocks against his body when he sees the bard and funeral parlor consultant just on the horizon. If it were up to him, he wouldn't play nice with these two Archons but they're important to you so he bites his tongue until he tastes blood. He knows the Archons do the same. As soon as the two of them spot you both, Venti is already rushing and tackling you to the ground in his excitement.

"Traveler! I haven't seen you in ages. You need to come and visit Mondstadt more," Venti cried into your shoulder as you awkwardly patted him on his back. Always with the dramatics but you cared about Venti all the same. Xiao scoffed before flicking his jade eyes to meet gold as Zhongli stared down at him cautiously. Since the war ended, everyone seemed to have this warped idea that Alatus had some vendetta against the Gods and Celestia but he was fighting because he was told to.

"Xiao. It's good to see you again," Zhongli said to him. Xiao just nodded in acknowledgement. Even with this new mortal form, Morax never bothered to change his eyes. His gaze alone held the weight of the mountains he had thrown. If Xiao hadn’t been under one of them before, he might have crumbled under the pressure.

"Alright alright, Venti. I promise I'll drop by sometime this month but we still have commissions to do!" you laugh as you haul the bard onto his feet and swat his cape down from the speckles of dirt. He grins cheekily at you, linking pinkies with you to seal your promise, before suddenly lighting up as if he just remembered something.

"Actually! Before we start anything, I need to speak to Mr. Zhongli and Xiao. Super important archon things, you know?" Venti nodded to himself as the two mentioned people stared at him with varying levels of confusion. But Venti just waved their worries off and linked his arms with both men as he dragged them off to a more secluded corner with a surprising amount of strength, “We’ll be right back!”

"Do what you need to do but don't take too long," you called after the trio as you trailed off to the side, messing with your bag of commission papers and gear. Xiao hated that. He knows that these two Archons are your...friends.. but shouldn't you be a bit more cautious? Just because they have mortal forms doesn’t make them human, it doesn’t make him human either.

"Hey, there's no need to look so scary. There really is something important I wanted to talk to the two of you about," Venti speaks up as soon as you're out of earshot. It still gives Xiao whiplash whenever he drops the persona and switches back to Barbatos. "Since Morax is the only Archon I trust with this information and, while I don't trust you one bit, you're the one that's with her all the time you should also know. She's ascending to Celestia."

Barbatos gauges both of their reactions. Morax seems visibly surprised, his eyes slightly widened a fraction, while Xiao has no idea what that means. His Master didn’t exactly give him a history lesson on Celestia or Archons, just pointed to who was his enemy and dealt punishments when he failed.

"And what the hell does that mean?" Xiao asks as he crosses his arms. Venti appears for a second as the bard pouts before continuing.

"It's like I said. A mortal who performs great, heroic feats can ascend to Celestia and achieve godhood. Where they will watch over their people from above. I've only seen this once before so it took me a while to recognize the signs. But 1000 years ago, I helped a woman named Vennessa with her ascension and with the traveler's recent actions with winning the war. Well, you don't need me to explain the rest," Barbatos finishes. Zhongli simply hums as he cups his chin and absorbs what's just been heard. He doesn’t seem troubled by the news at all.

"Have you told her about this?" Zhongli questions as he looks towards the direction that you left. Venti shakes his head. “That would mean that she would vanish from this world."

“I know she loves this world. Whether she wishes to ascend or not isn’t my choice but I want her to continue her travels with that beloved smile on her face. But if she does choose to ascend, she will need our help," Venti stares at the two of them in a mix of pride, sadness, and determination. "Can I count on you two for your help?"

It's a complete white noise in Xiao's ears as his surroundings fade out. He thinks he can see Zhongli nod to Venti wishes, the ever calm smile on his face to match the cheery grin on Venti’s. What, now you want to become a God? Leave this world behind? That’s not funny. You made him give up everything. While in your eyes, your blinded hero syndrome, you think you've liberated him from a soulless conquest but he still has nothing. You still took everything away from him and your only compensation was to have him by your side until he left himself. But now you want to leave without a warning? That’s not fair. You don’t get to take back what you owe. He won't allow you to leave him behind.

“Did something happen? Did Venti say something unnecessary again?” you ask out of the blue. Zhongli and Venti had returned to their respective regions once your commissions were all finished. Since the three of them disappeared to talk Archon business, Xiao had seemed even more tense and aloof than usual. As if he was out of it? You knew that everyone was still suspicious of Xiao and they were angsty to leave you alone with him, but you knew Xiao would never do anything to hurt you. When he doesn't answer, you slowly reach over and you subtly nudge his head up onto your lap and look at him curiously. Before reaching down and cupping his cheek. He leans into your touch before turning his face into your palm and leaving a soft kiss. It makes you giggle at the ticklish feeling as you look at him so softly. It annoys him.

"You were never connected to the war and yet you fought against us anyways. Even when I killed so many people, why did you choose to spare me?" he asked as you blinked at him before giving it some serious thought. He went on a rampage and almost destroyed the world. It was fun. He doesn't have any regrets at all because he hated humanity. His own Master was human after all. But then you appeared and stopped him. A random outsider that wanted to play the hero. He thought it was cute. Perhaps he had underestimated the lengths someone would go to to save the world they loved but when he fell defeated at your feet. He said that this wouldn't change a single thing. He would still scorn humanity and what they did to him. He was so sure he would die there but you chose to extend your hand down to him instead despite what your companions felt. Even when the war ended and he had nowhere else to go, you offered him to travel with you. Nothing changed about his mentality, every person that chose to talk to him was quickly scared away with piercing eyes. Every conversation started would end in silence. Every touch would be met by the tip of his spear. But you would link your hands together with his and smile brightly, and he would always end up forgetting his trauma for a moment. You’ve... become precious to him.

"I love this world and everyone in it. You are a part of that world even if you tried to destroy it. It...didn't seem fair to leave you behind when you've suffered just as much," you finish but it only seemed to spark a wave of deep anger inside of Xiao. He quickly lurched up, almost knocking your forehead with his, before grabbing the scruff of your shirt collar and yanking you forward.

"Cut it out with that "love of everything" crap. It's revolting. So you're saying the people I killed weren't worth avenging? Do you think I'm so weak that I need protection? It's one thing to try and please everyone but at least have some awareness would you?" he snarled as he pushed you to the ground. He knew he was being harsh on you and you had every right to walk out and abandon him but you didn't. Of course, you wouldn't. You needed him as much as he needed you. You just reached over and tenderly reached your hand and placed it next to his. Damn it, why is he always the one stuck worrying about you.

"Then you want to protect me, right? Then don't break your promise. You left me alive which means you have a duty to live for me," he takes your hand in his and squeezes hard. Digging his nails into your own until crescents appear and tiny specks of blood appear so you know he's serious. He doesn't care how you interpret his words, just so long as you never leave him.

"Don't die on me, Hero."

It's been a few hours since the conversation so it's pitch black outside but Xiao was never one to sleep. Even if he could, his mind is too loud to fall asleep too. He's startled when you melt against him fully asleep. Honey smooth as you curl up to his warmth and cling to him like moss to a rock. He can feel his cheeks start to flush as his heart begins to pound against his chest. He can't breathe as his world is filtered through each beat that drums against his ears. He's not sure if there's actually something wrong with him or if it's just been a while since someone got so close and his instincts haven't left.

He's just realized it. He's feeling pain. The feeling in his chest is black but he can't claw it away. It's strange in a way that he can't explain it, that he's never felt before, that he's never felt the need to experience. His life had been warped by battle and a constant push to submit to his Master. They are all things he knows but the gentle words that come from your mouth, the bright eyes that hold the world, the horrible ice-hot feeling inside of him is so foreign yet too easy. He doesn't like it.

It makes him feel...clean in a way. Enlightened perhaps? His Master is long gone and it's like you said. He's free now. Free to make his own decisions and live his life how he wants to. He carefully turns over so as to not startle you away as he really looks at you. You look so peaceful in his arms, eyelids shut without worry, face slack without nightmares, breathing so softly against him. If you weren't so close to him that he couldn't feel the rise of your chest, he wonders if he would think you were dead. He stares at the lock of hair swaying back and forth with each breath like a starved man. The strange feeling doesn't stop. He hates it. It's everything that goes against him and what he knows and everything he should want. He's supposed to be the villain in your story, he should kill you right now-

"Xiao..." he hears you mumble beside him as you lean further into his arm. Damn it. How low is he going to go?

“What are you thinking about now? You just need to think about me. Don’t think about anything else...but me” Xiao sighs before he wraps his arms around you and pulls you into him until you're snug against his chest. Close to him, where he can touch you, where you belong. Not with Morax or Barbatos. Not with humans but beside him. He closes his eyes and nuzzles his head into your hair and he stares off into the distance. The feeling never leaves him for the remainder of the night.

"Ah! There you are. I was running around crazy looking for you," he turns his hair to see your flushed form pulling yourself up onto the mountain cliff, "When I woke up I couldn’t find you anywhere! You gave me a scare there."

He hates you. He hates you.

Words of his previous master ring in his ears, almost as if her very soul is wrapping around him as she whispers in his ear how weak he is. Ones with power that refuse to take what they want because they rather live in the comfort of nothing. Be greedier, take what belongs to you.

"Xiao?" you say as his piercing eyes stare directly through you. His Master always told him that she loved him. Even if he hated her he still clung to that false love. Of being wanted. Isn't love for a single person vile? Would feeling such emotions for one person instead of "everyone" bring you down to reality? It's not fair that you've crawled your way into his heart while you walk along in bliss. Now that he thinks about it. It was so simple. He just needs to monopolize your thoughts and love. This time it won't be as friends.

"I love you."

He'll pull you down to where he is. You extended your hand down to hell so it's your fault. He'll drag you down kicking and screaming if he has to. You left him alive. You have to live for him and by him. He's not letting go.

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Bad Romance Chapter 21: Engagements, Planes and Confessions

Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance

Pairings for series: Multiple

Paring this chapter: Riley x Maxwell

Rating: NSFW 🍋🍋🍋🍋🍋

Word Count: 4,631

Song Inspiration: Follow You by Imagine Dragons

A/N: The Beaumont's are not broke is this series. Because it's so cringey otherwise and smacks of pimping her out.

A/N 2: This is another flashback chapter. The more I write this, the more backstory presents itself to me, so I pass it on to you.

A/N 3: I've noticed that when Liam is dominate most readers find it hot, but when Riley is, some readers feel bad for the guy. I just would like to point out that submission isn't about gender, it's about personality. Men can enjoy submission, woman can enjoy being dominant. In this fic, Riley is clearly a switch (meaning she can be either depending on the situation and/or partner she's with.) Liam is mostly dominate but a little bit of a switch, as we've seen. Max is completely submissive, he is not a switch. What's depicted here portrays a bit of that. These are BDSM terms, but this does not really portray BDSM. The sex itself is still pretty vanilla, with just a vague sprinkling of the D/s dynamic. (That's an abbreviated for a Dom/sub type relationship). Feel free to DM me with questions or comments. I know I push the envelope of what a lot of you are familiar with sometimes.

Warnings for this chapter: Lemons

General blanket warning for series: Smutty, Lemony, Awful, Toxic Relationships with lots of cheating. This is a hot mess express; no one is happy, everyone is in love with the wrong person, every relationship depicted herein is generally and massively fucked up. You’ve been warned.

My other stuff: Master List.

Five weeks ago……

The knock startled him. It was late, he had been almost asleep. He rubbed his eyes as he made his way to the door, pulling it open with a yawn. His eyes widened in surprise, “Riley. What are you doing here?”

“Come on, Max, get dressed.” She said stepping into the room. She was holding two bottles of champagne in her hand, “We’re going to celebrate!”

His eyes narrowed, “Ok…” She sounded anything but celebratory.

“Let’s go to the place and do the thing!” She sang out.

“Really?” He asked, trying to clear the fog from his brain.

“Really!” She was bouncing up and down on the balls of her feet.

He glanced at the clock. It was well after midnight, but hell if he cared. “Give me a sec.” He told her as he quickly pulled off his pajama bottoms and got dressed.

They snuck out of the palace through the secret passageways and into the garages. She climbed giggling into the trunk until the car was through the checkpoint. They just waved Max through, but Riley would have been stopped and a guard would have been assigned to follow her.

Max pulled over around the curve in the road, out of sight of the palace. He popped open the trunk and helped her out. “That never gets old.”

“It’s like I’m a spy or something.” She told him as she climbed into the passenger seat of his Ferrari 488 Spider.

“I mean…you are pretty good at sneaking out of the palace. Are you sure you haven’t been getting pointers from Leo?”

She laughed, “No. But if you think I’m on Leo’s level, then I’ll take that as the high compliment it is.”

“So….do you want to talk about it?”

“Not yet, that’s what the place is for.” She responded, then turned the radio up, “Could we put the top down?”

“Sure.” He lowered the top of the metallic red sports car and turned the music all the way up.

Riley threw her head back and whooped out loud. She kicked her shoes off then pulled a corkscrew out, opening the first bottle of champagne. She took a long drink then offered it to Max. He shook his head as he shifted gears, giving her a quick glance before returning his eyes to the road.

Riley turned sidewise in her seat, leaning her head on his shoulder and sticking her feet out the window, the wind tickling her toes as they moved in time to the music. She sang at the top of her lungs and drank champagne straight from the bottle.

The car took a turn off the main road and fishtailed a little. Riley was used to Max not slowing down for corners, so she was prepared and only spilled a little. His driving didn’t scare her, he hadn’t wiped out yet, she reasoned. Besides, she’d ridden with Drake and if she could survive his driving, she could survive anyone’s. He drifted into a tiny, graveled parking area and came to a stop. Shutting the car off, he turned to Riley, “Ok, blanket is in the trunk, let’s go.”

Riley handed Max the two bottles of champagne then tossed him the corkscrew, “Sorry to disappoint you, but no sabers tonight.” She grabbed the blanket in one hand and entwined the fingers of her other hand with his. They walked through the moonlight to the top of a small hill. Looking down from the hill, they could see the fence at the end of the airport and the planes on the tarmac getting ready for takeoff.

Max sat the bottles down so he could help Riley spread the blanket out on the ground, then they sat down on it.

“No picnic this time.” Riley said.

“Nope.” Max agreed, “I didn’t have any notice this time.”

“You always come up with the best adventures.” She told him as she took another drink.

“Yeah, that’s what you always tell me.” He pulled the bottle from her hands and took a swig himself, “Want to tell me what we’re doing here?”

“Remember the first time you brought me out here?” She asked as she took the bottle back.

He wrapped his arms around his knees as he answered her, “Of course I do. It was the night before the derby, and you were nervous about having to talk to the press.”

She handed him the bottle and flopped down on her stomach, grinning up at him, “Who knew watching planes take off over us would be so relaxing?”

“Me. I knew.” He sighed as he looked down into her face. She had been so entranced with the planes that night. It had become one of their favorite places to go when she wanted to get away from court for a little while. They’d stopped coming when she’d broken up with him to be with Liam. This was the first time they’d been back since.

Here comes one! Lay down!” She demanded as she turned over onto her back.

Max laid down beside her, crossing his arms behind his head. He turned his head to watch her face as the plane roared over them.

Her eyes were glued on the sky above them. The sound was almost deafening, and the plane was so close, she’d never been that close to a plane she wasn’t boarding. Especially while it was in the air and she was on the ground. She was sure that if she stood up and jumped really high, she could touch it. There was something magical about being so close to it as it lurched itself into the heavens.

The roar faded away as the plane climbed into the sky. Even though she knew it was an optical illusion, she loved the way it seemed to be standing still, suspended in the air above them for a while. She drew in a deep breath then turned her head to find Max watching her. “What?”

His eyes bored into her, cobalt blue like celestial fire glass, the weight of his gaze damn near physical. She shivered at the intensity she found there.

He rolled onto his side and reached a hand out to stroke her cheek, his touch feather light as his fingertips grazed her skin. “I love you, Riley.”

“What?” Surprise thrilled through her.

“I said I love you. That can’t be news to you.” His hand stopped moving but his thumb ran along her lower lip.

“You’ve never said it before.” Her eyes held his as every feeling she’d never spoken ran through them.

Max snorted, dropping his hand and rolling away from her. He sat up and his fingers pulled at loose threads in the blanket as he focused his gaze there while asking, “When should I have said it? When I first met you and you were sleeping with me, but still in the competition for Liam? I assumed it was just fun and games for you. I mean, it was for me too, at first. Then you dumped me for him, remember?” He glanced at her then away again, “Was I supposed to say it then? That felt wrong, manipulative.”

“What about after the coronation and all the shit that happened then?” She sat up, crossed her legs and focused her attention on his face.

He brought his knees to his chest and wrapped his arms around them again. He looked up at the stars with a sigh, “That also felt wrong. You were going through hell, Ri. I wasn’t going to add my shit to it. I was trying to just be there for you, as a friend.”

“So why now?”

“I mean…maybe my excuses were all just that…excuses. It never seemed like a good time to say it. But at this point, not saying it is starting to feel dishonest.”

“You know I’m engaged to Liam.” She said carefully.

“I do.” He sighed again, shifting his gaze to her, “I was there when he made the announcement tonight. I’m not telling you how I feel because I expect anything to change between us, or to try and sway you away from whatever it is you’re doing with Liam. Or Drake, even, for that matter. I just…wanted you to know. You don’t have to feel the same way. You don’t owe me anything in return. I just feel better having said it than not, that’s all.”

“Max….”

“Don’t make it weird, Ri. I told you, you don’t have to say it back.”

“But I do love you, Max.” She said softly.

“What?”

“I do. And it’s so fucking weird, because I swear, I had never been in love in my life until I came here. Then I fell in love with Liam, and he stomped all over my fucking heart. Which, you’d think would make me revert back to my old ways, no commitments, always leave first, never get your heart involved, never let ‘em see you sweat, blah blah blah…. And that’s exactly what I intended, what I told myself, but then you…and Drake….”

She paused and lifted the bottle to her lips, tipping her head back as she took a long drink. Lowering the bottle, she whispered, more to herself than to Max, “What the fuck is wrong with me?”

“Ok, I get that you’re having an existential crisis or something right now, but let’s not gloss over the important part. You know, the part where you love me.”

She couldn’t help the laugh that burst out of her at the expression on his face. It was equal parts happiness, teasing and disbelief. She shook her head as she tossed the empty bottle to the side. “You’re such a dork.”

“Did you just say that I’m adorable? Is that what I heard?”

She giggled as she became aware of the roar in the background, gradually getting louder. “Oh! Here comes a landing!” She shoved him back and threw herself down on the blanket to watch the plane as it dropped toward them, seemingly slowly at first then faster and faster until it hurtled over them with a rush of wind and sound, temporarily deafening.

“Wow! That never disappoints.” She breathed.

“No, you do not.” He scooted closer to her and leaned in, capturing her lips with his own. She snuggled into him as the kiss deepened, the familiar sparks of electricity that she always ignited in his body trickled through him.

All he wanted to do was get lost in that kiss, but there were answers he needed first. He pulled away from her reluctantly. “So, are we going to talk about this engagement?”

She drew the cool night air into her lungs and began to talk. Shock crawled across his face as she told him what had happened.

She’d been completely blindsided when Liam had announced their engagement. An engagement that she’d known nothing about until moments before the press conference. She’d told him no in New York. But he’d come back home and filed the contract anyway. The contract she’d signed when she thought he loved her. He’d slid the ring on her finger just before he’d stepped up to the podium, and she’d plastered on a fake smile and climbed up onto the stage beside him.

Max had been in the audience, so had Drake, and she hadn’t been able to get to either one of them to explain things, to give them any kind of warning. Drake hadn’t even tried to speak to her, he’d turned and walked away while she was still on stage, and he wasn’t returning her calls or texts.

It had taken her hours to get free from the press and the well-wishers, not to mention the meeting she’d had to endure with the royal council after everything else was over.

But she’d know that, despite everything, Max would open his door for her. And he had.

“So I am, in fact, engaged to Liam, whether I want to be or not.” She finished, with a note of despair in her voice.

“Fuck, Riley. I’m so sorry,” Max shook his head in stunned disbelief, “That’s beyond messed up. I can’t believe he did that!”

“I can.” Liam had not stopped trying to get her back since the night at Madeleine’s estate when the engagement tour had kicked off. Being engaged to Madeleine hadn’t slowed him down one bit. Once he’d broken the engagement to her, he’d only ramped up his pursuit.

“Riley! Riley!”

The insistent pounding urged her out of bed. She pulled the door open, bleary eyed, to find Liam in the hallway outside her hotel room. “What the fuck, Liam?”

He didn’t bother to wait to be invited in, he just pushed the door open and walked into the room. She glanced over her shoulder at the bed. It was empty. Her eyes went to the bathroom door. It was closed.

“I have something to tell you. I broke the engagement with Madeleine tonight.”

“Ok….”

“Don’t you see? This means we can be together, I’m free to-“

“What about the scandal, Liam? Engaged to the ice princess or not, the council will never allow you to marry me with the scandal hanging over my head.”

“That’s the best part.” He crowed. He was practically jumping up and down, his body vibrating with happiness as he thrust his phone at her, an article from the Cordonian Star on the screen.

“Lady Riley Brooks/Lord Maxwell Beaumont pictures photoshopped!” The headline screamed.

She grabbed the phone from his hand, and quickly scanned the article, “What? Someone admitted to photoshopping the pictures? Who? Why? They weren’t photoshopped, they were real!”

“I paid someone to confess.”

“What?!”

“I paid him, a lot.” He said taking the phone back, “It’s not illegal to photoshop pictures, he won’t serve any jail time and the amount of money I paid him guarantees he’ll never take back his confession. Even if he does, it’ll be too late, we’ll already be married, and no one will believe him. Even if they do, I don’t care!”

Her eyes flicked up to him, “Ok, but-“

“Riley, love, don’t you see? The scandal is neutralized, my father has been neutralized, he won’t, can’t hurt us again and I’m now free to do what I want. I’m already king, they can’t take that back. We can be together now.” He reached for her, his hand grazing her shoulder as she jerked away.

“Oh, great, now that you don’t have to worry about being embarrassed by the fact that I wasn’t some fucking vestibule virgin-“

“I never cared about that!”

“Well, you sure could have fooled me! Once those pictures were published, you couldn’t put distance between us fast enough!”

“Because I didn’t know who was behind it and I had to protect you from my enemies! They had to believe I didn’t care about you so that you wouldn’t be a target, I’ve told you this!”

Riley sighed and rubbed her temples. It was the same old argument and he never seemed to even try and understand her side of it. She glanced at the closed bathroom door again and decided on a different tact, “It’s late, Liam, can we talk about this later?”

“Sure, ok, tomorrow? I can pick you up-“

“We’re going to Coney Island tomorrow.”

“We?”

“Yes, we! Me and Max, Hana and Drake-“

“Ok, I’ll join you! What time should I be here?”

She pressed her lips together in annoyance but in the interest of getting him out of the room, she gave him a quick rundown of the day’s itinerary.

“Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow, and then, the night after that, will you let me take you out? We have things to talk about.”

“Fine.” She agreed, mostly to get him to leave.

Once he was out of the room, she knocked on the bathroom door, “You can come out now, Drake, he’s gone.”

“So, what do you want to do about it?”

“What can I do?” She asked as she plunged the corkscrew into the second bottle, jerking the cork out and tossing it, and the corkscrew, to the side to land next to the empty bottle. She tipped the new bottle back and took several long draughts.

Max reached for the bottle, “Maybe you’ve had enough of that.”

“What? No! We’re celebrating, remember? I’m engaged! I’m going to be queen, I’m marrying the love of my life, right?” She took the bottle back.

“Riley…”

“What, Max? I should feel like the luckiest woman in the world right now, shouldn’t I? This is everything I wanted six weeks ago. Have you seen the size of this ring? This thing is worth more money that I’ve made in my entire life.” She held her left out to him as she tipped the bottle back with her right.

Max barely glanced at it. “You could break the contract….”

She drew in a shuddering breath as she fought back tears, “No, Max, I can’t. There are penalties for that. I don’t have money for the fees-“

“I do, you know you don’t ever have to worry about that. My family has more money than God.”

“I know and I appreciate that, but it’s not just that. I could be deported; your family could be stripped of their lands and titles-“

Max shook his head, “Liam wouldn’t do that.”

“I don’t know, Max, he might.”

“No. I’ve known him my whole life. There’s no way, he just not that-“

“You didn’t see the look in his eyes. I’ve never seen him like that. He was frantic, desperate. He’s going to do whatever it takes to get me back.” The hell of it was, if he’d been truly apologetic, she might have found a way to forgive him. But he was still steadfastly dug in that he had done the right thing. She sighed as she tipped the bottle back again.

“Hey.” He said as he brushed her hair away from her face, “We’ll figure it out. There has to be a way. You don’t have to have all the answers tonight.”

“You’re right!” She wiped her cheeks, thunked the bottle down on the ground next to the blanket then turned back to him with a smile. “I can think of better things to do.”

Max’s eyes widened at the expression on her face. “What? Now? Here?”

“Why not?” She asked as she crawled across the blanket to him. It was pitch dark and somewhere near four in the morning, there would be no more planes for hours. No one would see them. She wasn’t sure she’d care if they did.

Max froze as she climbed onto his lap and straddled him. “I can’t think of a single reason why not. In fact, I suddenly can’t seem to think at all.” His hands landed on her hips then moved under her shirt and traced up her back.

Her hand sank into his hair and tugged him forward into a kiss. He leaned up into it, biting into her bottom lip, sliding his tongue between her lips, savoring the taste of champagne mingling with her natural sweetness.

He had some vague notion that he should object, that maybe she wasn’t in the right headspace for sex, but she stripped away all his hesitance, all his reticence along with his clothes. His shirt unbuttoned, the sides fluttering in the gentle breeze, his pants unfastened, she placed a palm on his chest and pushed him back onto the blanket.

“Good.” She giggled, reaching for the bottle of champagne.

“Riley, what are you-aaahhhh!” His back arched up off the ground as the cold champagne splashed across his bare skin. “That’s going to be sticky.”

“Don’t worry, I can fix that. Hold still.” She lowered her head and lapped the sweet, tangy liquid off his body, her tongue running from just below his navel to the hollow of his neck; her lips sucking and tasting every inch of him.

His head pushed back against the ground, low, soft moans spilling out of him. He pulled short, sharp gasps of air in and out of his lungs as his body began to tremble. Heat surged through him, belying the coolness of the night. “Can I touch you now?”

She stared down into his eyes as if considering the request then shook her head, “Not yet.” The longer she made him wait, the longer she denied him, the higher the anticipation climbed, the bigger the payoff would be.

She moved off him to slide her panties down her legs. She leaned back, propping herself up on her elbows and spread her legs apart with a seductive grin.

Crooking a finger at him she told him, “Come here.”

Max flipped himself over and positioned himself between her legs.

Riley picked up the champagne bottle again, “Want a drink?” She titled the bottle over herself and let it dribble down the crevice between her legs, the cold liquid a sharp shock against the warmth pulsating there.

Max caught it on his tongue as it dripped from her, lapping and licking up her folds, swallowing it, the taste of champagne mixed with her juices sending him into a frenzy of activity as he followed the trickle up to her swollen, rock hard nub.

Pleasure jolted through her as his tongue made contact with her clit. She tossed the bottle to the side. It made a soft thud as it hit the ground, contents sloshing as it rolled down the hill, forgotten. Both hands sank into his hair as she bucked her body up into his mouth with soft groans and gasps that built in intensity. “Fuck yes, Max! Make me scream.”

He sucked her into his mouth as his tongue flicked and pushed at her, until the universe burst open and she screamed out his name. Her legs wrapped around his neck and she held him to her while the orgasm finished pulsing through her.

He licked her one last time then pulled away, grinning, “I’m never going to look at a bottle of champagne the same way again.”

“Best use I’ve ever found for it.” She laughed as she sat up and leaned into him for a kiss. Lips still locked on his, she pushed him back onto the ground with the weight of her body.

“Pull your pants down.” She told him.

He quickly lifted his hips and shoved his pants down to tangle around his ankles, then lowered his body back onto the blanket and looked to her for further instructions. He craved her attention, her commands, he only desired to please her, his goddess. Obeying her was the most erotic thing he could imagine.

She rewarded him with a smile, “Good boy.” His compliance, his immediate response to her demands, his complete submission ramped up her desire to the point that she was already teetering on the edge again.

The deep velvety darkness enveloped them as she slid herself onto him. The music of frog song impossibly loud in the stillness of the night, the dark penetrated by the stars, bright pinpricks of light above them.

“I’m yours, Riley.” He whispered as she moved on top of him.

She ground herself against him then pitched forward to sink her teeth into his chest in an attempt to muffle her screams, to keep them from floating down to airport security below them. The strength of the second orgasm slammed through her and she whimpered into his chest.

She squirted, the hot liquid coating his dick as he felt her clench around him. He thrust himself up into her, fingers digging into her ass, as he exploded inside her. He couldn’t suppress the cry of ecstasy that escaped him.

Riley pulled back to look into his face, flushed, breathing heavy, eyes closed, lips parted and she didn’t care if it was a word usually reserved for women, she thought he was beautiful. She loved the way his face looked right after he came. It was pure bliss. She sighed contentedly as she rolled off him and collapsed on the ground next to him.

He turned his head to her, “I wonder if anyone heard us.”

She giggled, “What are they going to do about it, if they did?”

“I don’t know, but we probably aren’t supposed to be out here so late.”

“They literally can’t do anything to me, I’m the queen in waiting now, remember? Don’t worry, Max, I’ll protect you!” She laughed at her own joke.

His laughter joined her own, she felt it vibrating against her cheek as she rested her head on his chest and his arms went around her. Her fingers traced soft lines up and down his body.

They lay there, watching the stars for a while, then he kissed the top of her head with a sigh and said, “We should probably get back before we fall asleep out here.”

“Let’s just sleep out here.”

“I mean, I would, but you’re shivering, Ri.”

He was right, she was. Mid-September in Cordonia brought warm days and chilly nights. Besides that, the sun would come up soon and someone was bound to come along and find them. There was a playground just downhill from them and park maintenance made their rounds early.

“Fine. But I’m staying in your room.”

“You know I don’t have a problem with that. But aren’t you worried Liam will come looking for you?”

“I think he knows better right now. He said he’d give me a few days to, and I quote, calm the fuck down.”

Max shook his head, “I still can’t believe he did that, Ri, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s not your fault, Max.” She sat up with a sigh, “Just, thank you, for always being here for me, ok?”

He sat up and rubbed her shoulders, “You don’t have to thank me for that, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be than by your side.”

“I should have just married you, Max. Or Drake, even. I should have gotten married to someone else so that he couldn’t have filed that damn contract!”

“But you aren’t ready to get married, Riley. You barely believe in marriage.” He didn’t care if she married him, or someone else, or no one at all. He just wanted her to be happy.

“That’s true. I was doing it for him, because he needed to be married to ascend the throne and I loved him. I didn’t want him to marry anyone else, so I signed that stupid ass contract and now look. It’s true, what they say. No good deed goes unpunished.”

Max stood, stretched, then turned and took her hands, pulling her to her feet. “We’ll figure it out, and I’ll be here for you, no matter what.”

“Even if I’m married to one of your best friends? Even if I’m your fucking queen?” She asked as they gathered up the empty bottles and the blanket.

“No matter what means no matter what. I’d think you’d understand that by now. Besides, most royal marriages aren’t based on love. Affairs, taking lovers on the side is so commonplace among royalty that it’s pretty much considered a given. Hell, we even have an amendment to the marriage contract to formalize the agreement, that’s how accepted it is.” He answered her as they walked back down the hill, bodies bumping gently into each other as they went.

“What?” She laughed as the car came into view.

“Yeah, it’s called a Cordonian Arrangment.” He told her as he popped open the trunk and they deposited everything into it.

“Really?” She asked as she climbed into the passenger seat, “Tell me all about it.”

He did. He talked as he drove and an idea began to form in her head.

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scuttle-buttle · 3 years

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Chapter 4

Previous chapters & additional tags can be found in my masterlist.

WC: 1457

Rated: E for eventual smut

Chapter tags: flirting, checking a person out/body parts, Ich bin speed

Your boss didn’t question you when you asked for the day off. “Take Friday too, si? You work too much!” he’d scold. That being said, the week dragged on. It had been slow to begin with, as your little team was waiting on a shipment of new pieces that got delayed.

Thursday finally arrived. You chugged down a cup of tea before hightailing it out the door. Your 1974 Alfa Romeo Spider purred to life; a gift from your parents when you finished college. Cranking the radio as high as you dared, you began the drive to the Ferrari garage.

Half an hour later you were pulling into the main lot. The blast of your radio announced your arrival. Finding a parking spot, you sang along “and she walked in looking like dyna-mite, she said ‘now come along boogaloo through the night!’” loudly.

The garage housing Niki’s F1 car was situated next to the lot on the other side of a fence. “Who the hell is playing that music?” he whipped his head up at the obnoxiously loud sound. The crew just shrugged. Looking up at the wall clock, he saw it was almost 10. Oh.

You had just parked the car and got ready to cut the engine when you noticed a figure approaching the fence. Seeing the mop of brown curls, you waved. Getting out of the car you took a breath. He just wants to talk shop, that’s all, you remind yourself.

“You’re very loud,” Niki stated as you reached the opposite side of the fencing.

“Says the man that has to wear earplugs to drive his car,” you snark.

“Fair. Come around, I’ll give you the tour.”

The facility was bigger than you anticipated. It housed a large office building in the front, with several garages and an entire test track off to the side. Niki led you into the garage he had come out of earlier.

“This is Andre, Luca, and Arturo. They are the chief mechanic crew for my car. You may have seen them in the pit.”

“How do you do?” you offered politely. They nodded their heads in your direction before leaving the two of you with the car. You walked around the vehicle, admiring the curved letters spelling Niki Lauda printed on the side. “What are the specs?” you ask Niki.

“Twelve cylinders, 500 horsepower, 12,500 RPM, 575kg.”

“Chassis frame?”

“Steel tubing with aluminium panels.”

“Sounds heavy...are you using magnesium parts?” you questioned.

Niki’s lips twitched into a barely-there smile as he watched you examine the car. “Yes.”

You nod, hands on your hips. “Well.” Shrugging, you admit “that’s about the extent of my knowledge, sorry to disappoint.” He let out a short chuckle.

“You know more than most. I’ve met mechanics that never even think to use magnesium parts.”

“Well I’m glad that I’ve impressed you, I suppose.” You continue to examine the car, leaning forward into the cockpit to check out the panel and gauges. Your shirt gapes down, exposing the top of your breasts.

Niki catches his breath at the sight before averting his eyes, not wanting to be rude. A first for him, to be considering the feelings of others. Thankfully you did not notice his gaze, nor the way his face reddened. He gave you another minute to inspect the car.

“Get in.”

You whipped up to face him in question. “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” he looked at you expectantly.

Carefully you step into the cockpit, lowering your body into the seat. You didn’t think you were allowed to be doing this, but if Niki says it’s okay… Legs stretched to the pedals, you settled in. “I didn’t realize you sat so laid back” you adjusted your bum in the seat, feet flat on the pedals and eyes just able to see above the dash.

Niki came up to the side of the car and leaned forward, his arms caged you, hands braced against the metal headrest and side panel. He pointed to the various gauges and explained their purposes. You felt his warm breath against your ear as his gruff voice spoke low. The smell of motor oil and something woodsy overwhelmed your senses.

He wouldn’t pretend that his actions were totally innocent. He was not big on public displays of affection, the handful of women he had dated over the years complained as much. But he could not deny the pull he felt towards you. Even in the short amount of time that he knew you he had already decided that he wanted to get to know you better. Besides, it’s not everyday that you meet a woman who was not only pretty, but knew about cars and took no shit from Hunt. Niki revelled in the soft floral scent of your hair - so different than the smell of burnt rubber he was accustomed to.

Swallowing, you tilted your head in the direction of his voice. You caught his brown eyes with your own. You didn’t think you would ever get used to the intensity of his stare. Breaking away you fidgeted with your hands before placing one on the gearshift, thumb caressing the knob.

“Have you taken it out yet? To test the adjustments?”

“Not yet. You may stay to watch if you would like,” he offered.

“Right on, yeah, let me just…” you pulled yourself out of the vehicle. Niki placed his fingers on your elbow as you stepped out to ensure you didn’t fall. His fingers were softer than you would have guessed for a driver.

Niki hopped in the car gracefully, as though he was made to sit there. “Do you mind?” he pointed to the desk along the wall. You retrieved the white protective mask and helmet and brought it to him. Holding the helmet as he pulled the covering over his face, your fingers traced along the edge of the Niki Lauda sticker. He reached to take it from you. After securing the helmet he warned you to cover your ears before starting the car. You were glad for his warning.

Switching into first gear, he released the clutch and let the car roll out of the garage and onto the track. He drove slow enough that you were able to keep up with him for the most part. Stopping at the edge of the track to watch, Niki got into position and called for one of the technicians to ready the stopwatch.

With a blast he shot off. He continued around the track for several laps testing the feel of the car. The rush of wind hit you each time he passed only meters from where you stood.. Finally coming to a stop he removed his headgear and nodded at you. “So?” you asked. “How does it feel?”

“Good. Arturo - I was correct, it was the rear springs that needed replacing.” Arturo wrote something in his notebook.

“How can you tell it was that? Something so small?” you wondered.

“My ass.”

“I’m sorry?” you blinked, not sure you heard him correctly.

“God gave me an okay mind, but a really good ass which can feel things in a car.”

Laughing, you weren’t sure what to make of his explanation. Perhaps I’ll just have to check it out myself, shocking yourself as your thoughts drift to his backside. You didn’t have to dwell on it too much because Niki got out of the car and bent over the cockpit to place his headgear inside. The loose material of his red coveralls tightened as he bent, giving you a taste of what he was working with. The uniform doesn't do him justice.

“What’s next on the list?” The two of you walked back to the garage.

“I have meetings with Enzo and some of the sponsor representatives at 12. Administrative dealings, really.” Sensing this was his way of telling you that your date was coming to an end - no, not a date - you gathered your bag on your shoulder.

“I’ll leave you to it then. Thank you for letting me come by, this was cool.”

“Of course.”

Turning to leave, Niki called out to you. “Will you come to the next race?”

“I’m not sure, really.”

“You should.”

“I’ll think about it,” you replied. You continued to stand there looking at him, and he you. Suddenly you decide to bite the proverbial bullet. Fetching a napkin from your bag and a pen - you always had a pen - you wrote down a set of digits. Thrusting it to Niki you say “maybe let me know when the next race is and I just might come.”

Niki took the slip from you, glancing at the numbers on it. You both knew that he could just tell you when and where the next race was now. But where was the fun in that?

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lockefanfic · 3 years

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Business Trip: Pt 42 - Plan

From the moment she stepped into the car you knew what Minatozaki Sana wanted.

You couldn’t say you were surprised - not given her open and declared desire for you. Nor could you really blame her, given the circumstances - you were both young and just so happened to be well-dressed and in a fancy car; not to mention being on the verge of yet another important operation. The adrenaline was high. So was the sexual tension.

She was wearing a short, black velvet dress that looked more like an elongated blazer than anything else. It left her long, creamy legs bare, making it difficult for you to keep your eyes on the road - especially when she began to touch herself.

Again - you weren’t surprised. You had assumed she would make her move at some point later in the evening, perhaps afterward, perhaps even at the cocktail party itself. She wasn’t one to hold back. She wasn’t one to give a damn about slipping a finger beneath the tiny black shorts she wore under her dress, even as she sat in the passenger seat of a car driving through the busier streets of downtown Tokyo.

When you pull up to a stop light you knew that was when she would try to take the next step. You knew she would try and steal your attention away from the ridiculously expensive high performance car you were driving through one of the world’s most beautiful cities. You knew she didn’t care about the cocktail party, or looking for leads on Seulgi and Yeri. You knew Minatozaki Sana well enough to know that she wasn’t going to stop until she got what she wanted, and what she wanted right now was you.

You knew what she was doing, could see her legs squirm and writhe softly in your peripheral vision. But it wasn’t until she let the first soft gasp of pleasure escape her lips that you took your first glance over at her.

Those long, perfectly sculpted legs of hers quivered slightly under your gaze, sending delicious looking shocks of movement through those full, round thighs of hers. She was wearing black lace gloves when she stepped into the car, but one of them was on the floor now, her naked right hand busy between her legs.

Your gaze travels up her body, past the gleaming gold buckle of the wide belt at her waist and the black blazer wrapped tightly around the curves of her chest, past the thick black choker over her long, graceful throat - until you reach her face.

Sana always had full command over her expressions. She could look like she stepped out of an anime one moment and then suddenly become a sultry seductress the next - a switch to be flipped at her whim. You found her adorable and cute most of the time, although admittedly, so were most of the girls in your life, to one degree or another.

It was in her sultrier moments that Sana’s facial expressions were unmatched. When she was seducing you, during foreplay, and especially during sex itself - sex turned Minatozaki Sana’s face into one of the beautiful sights on Earth. Mouth slightly open to gasp or moan or shriek; eyes half-lidded, sometimes shutting in the deepest throes of pleasure; full cheeks flushed and rosy, like a visual representation or indicator of the pleasure coursing through her veins. No one else came close. No one else could even try.

She catches your eyes and holds your gaze. You couldn’t have looked away even if you wanted to.

The gasps leaving her full lips quickly turn into soft moans as her fingers slip even deeper into the flesh between her thighs. After fucking herself with her own fingers for a few long seconds, she lets them slip out of her, shiny and glistening in the dark interior of the car. She slowly begins to circle her clit with her slick middle finger. Her other hand, still gloved in thin black lace, reaches over the centre console and to the belt at your waist.

The stoplight turns green. You press down the gas pedal. So does Sana.

Her right hand works with remarkable, impressive dexterity at your belt, quickly undoing the buckle. She pulls down the zipper - almost scarily quick - and she quickly slips her slim, still gloved hand into your boxers.

You gasp. Sana moans. Her fingers slip once more inside herself.

You sigh as she touches your rapidly hardening shaft, the sensation of the thin black lace against your cock a new and novel sensation. Her slim fingers give your cock a few rubs over its top before sliding her fingers under it and pumping it slowly. She wastes no time. Your cock, quickly stiffened to full attention, seems to share in her eagerness.

Sana pauses her handjob for only a moment to pull your boxers down, roughly, as though she were angered that the cloth had the gall to keep her from what she wanted. Your cock springs free. An airy gasp of need leaves Sana’s throat at the sight of it, as though she were seeing it for the first time.

Her gloved hand returns to it, her grip warm and tight.

“Please,” she says, her first word to you that evening. It is light and desperate and needy. “Pull over. I need you now.”

Lesser men might have found as secluded a spot as was possible in the bustling downtown core of Tokyo so that they could give Sana what she so desperately desired. An especially reckless man would have pulled over right at that moment and let the mewling young woman have her way with them, right there in a flashy car next to a busy sidewalk.

But you were not such a man. You weren’t some stranger to Minatozaki Sana, new and unwise to her wiles and her plans. You had history with this woman. Her history with you and your work was deep and tumultuous, but it was the way she projected one image to her colleagues and the general public whilst wearing another one behind the scenes that frustrated you the most.

There was no better example of these masks than the way she treated Momo; ostensibly appearing utterly devoted to their friendship but in reality only insofar as it did not relate to you - when it did, the fangs came out, even if the older Japanese woman had no idea she was being bitten. It angered you, the way she treated Momo. It infuriated you.

But she was also a top tier member of your team - smart, reliable, and dependable. She was friendly, bubbly, always enthusiastic and eager for a good time shared with friends. And that was saying nothing about her beauty - cute and adorable one moment, sultry and sexy the next. Sublime from head to toe. Minatozaki Sana was as close to perfect as was seemingly possible.

She was a beautiful spider in a perfect web. It was easy to get caught up in the complex, sticky strands she was continually weaving. Everyone else saw only the brilliant, shiny strands of diamond-laced silk and thought it a beautiful work of art even as they found themselves caught up in its strings. Only you knew of the venom she was hiding beneath it all.

She was simultaneously someone you wanted and someone you wanted to keep away. She was attractive and repulsive, soothing and vexing, good and evil all at the same time. She loved you and she hated you and she wanted you for herself and no one else; a part of you wanted the same.

And it made you want to see her work for what she wanted.

“No,” you say, softly - and Sana’s grip tightens around your cock.

“What?” she gasps, “please… I need it, I need you, please-”

“No, Sana.”

“Why not!?” she cries, the words sounding more like a plea than a demand. “I need you… oh! I need you inside me, right now oh god please, oh god, oh god-”

“No,” you repeat, even as the pumping of the mewling Japanese girl’s hand on your cock and the quick movements of her own hand between her legs intensifies.

“Why, please, fuck, oh fuck, I need your cock in me, I’ve been such a good girl, fuck I need you to fuck me right now, make me take your cock oh god-”

“Not until you make yourself cum first,” you state, plainly, as though you were giving her a new assignment at work.

It doesn’t take her long to follow your order. She must have been right on the edge. Your demand must have thrown her over it.

“I, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck I need you so bad, I need your cock in me I need it fucking my wet little pussy oh god I’m so wet for you, so wet and tight oh god oh god oh god fuck!---”

When she orgasms the sound she releases fills the small cabin of the Ferrari with a wordless, beautiful sound that comes close to music - light and airy, high and low notes, a song sung by a siren who had achieved, at least temporarily, a respite from the need that had been building in her body.

But as her song ends its last notes turn into notes of longing. The respite was temporary. The need remained, and she needed to fill it.

“Are you done?” you ask, as nonchalantly as you could. You shift gears. You change lanes. You do your best to ignore the woman a foot away from you, still trying to find her way out of her post-orgasm haze, her hand still wrapped around your hard, leaking cock.

“No,” she answers.

She unbuckles her belt, and with the grace of a black widow gliding along the intricate diamond strands of its web, she leans over the centre console, grasps your cock with her right hand, and takes you into her mouth.

The feel of her hot, wet mouth and that skilled, quick tongue on your shaft causes a spasm of pleasure to shoot up your spine - and it causes your foot to involuntarily straighten on the pedal, sending the car speeding down the thankfully mostly empty street.

You cruise for a few blocks, uncaring now of ensuring you were on the correct path to your destination - caring only about making sure the car wasn’t swerving into other lanes or crashing headlong into a wall or tree. To say it was difficult, given the bobbing of the young woman’s head on your cock as she took you in and out of her mouth, was an understatement. It was dangerous and reckless - and ridiculously arousing.

When you mercifully reach the next stop light you let a long sigh escape your mouth. To the driver in the car next to you you must have looked like some tired young executive eager to get home after a long day’s work. Your sighs of pleasure could have been mistaken for sighs of weariness, your expressions of bliss for those of exhaustion.

You let your eyes drift closed for just a second as Sana’s tongue works its magic in your lap, swirling around and under your head, just the way she knew you liked.

Pedestrians cross the street, mere feet from you, each of them seemingly unaware of the lewd act taking place in the seat of the expensive red car they were passing. Were they to look closer they would have only seen a young man at the driver’s seat, sighing at the prospect of waiting another few minutes for the light to turn green again.

Inside the car, your sign turns into a groan. Her head keeps bobbing. Her tongue keeps working.

“Fuck, Sana,” you hiss, not quite able to finish the sentence.

If she heard you, she must have ignored it. Or maybe she did, because her only response to your expletive is to redouble her efforts. Her hand, still slick with her own juices, joins the party. She fondles your balls with wet fingertips, teasing and cradling them.

The light turns green. The car gathers speed. So does Sana.

You last only another block before you begin looking for an alleyway or parking spot. You were well and truly trapped in her web, now. The black widow claims another victim, and was now merely waiting for the right moment to finish it off.

You find a dark alley, as hidden as could be from the main, bustling street you were currently on. You throw the car into park.

Sana lets your cock slip out of her mouth. In a frenzied rush she strips the black shorts off her hips and kicks off the black heels she is wearing. She quickly undoes the belt at her waist before sliding over the center console and straddling you in the small, cramped driver’s seat.

She unbuttons her blazer. No bra, no panties. Only her.

Eyes glazed over with need and lust, she reaches between you to point the tip of your slick cock at her dripping folds. She dips her hips, takes you inside her, and you both feel the air rush from your lungs.

Ferraris, it appeared, prioritized performance and speed on the road over a comfortable sexual experience. Who would have thought? But not that you gave a damn, not that you cared as Sana ground herself against your hips, taking your cock in and out of her wet, hot, slick pussy as fast and as quick as she could given the cramped space of the sports car’s cabin.

No build up, no slow ramping of speed or intensity in her movements. From the second you are inside her she is riding you as though her life depended on it, fucking herself on your cock with smooth, fast movements, as though reaching a mutual orgasm was the only goal she had ever wanted in her life.

She crushes your lips with hers in a frenzied kiss, caring little for subtlety or affection. She wanted her tongue in your mouth and yours in hers. Nothing else mattered, not your comfort nor any last shreds of resistance in your mind about the propriety of what you were doing.

The fangs were in. The venom was spreading.

You slip your hands into her open blazer, eager to partake in the wonders of her beautiful, perfect body. Your questing fingers quickly find her round, soft breasts, squeezing them none too gently, extracting some measure of revenge for the liberties she was taking with you. She responds with a deep, needy moan straight into your mouth, her tongue following closely behind as it continues its duel with yours.

You find and pinch both of her taut, tight nipples. You continue to squeeze her breasts roughly, enjoying the feel of the warm mounds of flesh filling your palm and the little gasps of pleasure and pain that escape her lips because of it. Her nails dig painfully into the back of your scalp and the nape of your neck. Her pussy tightens and pulsates. She moans. You sigh. The response of your bodies is to seek more and more - always more.

Sana finally releases your mouth as your cock reaches a new depth inside her. She lets out a long, loud moan directly into your ear. You couldn’t have cared less if people walked in from the street and watched you two fucking. She could have opened the car’s quickly steaming windows to scream out her pleasures directly into the alleyway for all of Tokyo to hear, and you wouldn’t have given a damn about it.

She straightens her torso as best she could - she wanted to give you a show, wanted to put her body on display for you, as if you weren’t already completely and utterly enraptured by it, weren’t already rendered completely helpless by the silken strands of her web and the poison in her bite.

Your hands push the blazer from her shoulders, exposing more of her body to your hungry eyes. Perfect, creamy vanilla skin; round, bouncing breasts; full, thick thighs flexing with effort as she rides you faster and harder with each bounce of that perfect body. She was beauty and perfection and lust incarnate.

You knew she wasn’t good for you. You knew you had to struggle and fight your way out of the sticky, entangling strands of her web before it was too late and escape was no longer a possibility. You knew the pleasure she had injected into your veins was in reality a form of venom - a venom that bent you to her will and made you powerless to fight her charms. You knew you had to fight it.

But it was so easy to let go, so easy to lose yourself in the pleasure and the beautiful silken strands of her web, so easy to give in to her charms and indulge in her body - so easy to let the black widow have her way, just one last time. You could stop her the next time she tried, surely. One more time couldn’t hurt. How could you resist, how could you stop, when you were already as far as you were? Just one more time, one last time, then you would stop her, set her straight and tell her to stop playing her games. One last time...

She nears her peak first - mercifully, because you weren’t sure how much longer you could hold on.

“Oh fuck I’m gonna cum all over your fucking cock oh god oh god-” she hisses, the filthy words escaping her mouth in a breathy hiss. Her pace, bouncing up and down and grinding forward and backward - doesn’t stop or slow down. It increases. It speeds up. She rides you harder and harder, her softly bouncing breasts and warm thighs and tight, slick pussy beckoning you to join her in bliss.

“Oh fuck, god I’m so close, you’re so big in me, you’re stretching out my pussy so much oh fuck, oh fuck, I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum oh god cum with me cum inside me please oh god fill me up, fill my pussy with your cum, oh god, oh!!-”

The filth coming out of her mouth is interrupted by your hand at her throat. You start with a soft grip, your fingers wrapping around the black lace choker she wore - but when the startled look in her eyes is quickly replaced by perverse pleasure, you find your grip slowly tightening around her windpipe. Not nearly enough to keep her from breathing - but enough to cause her pussy to tighten even more around your thrusting cock as its owner is aroused even further by the imagined threat of losing consciousness.

It said a lot about Sana, you thought, that she was so much into choking - particularly when she was nearing orgasm. It was probably the same reason she loved having sex in public, if your previous liaisons at her apartment, the resort in Hawaii and in a public washroom in Seoul were any indicator. She loved playing dangerously. And a dark part of her loved and craved the possibility of being caught doing it.

That was what turned her on the most - the possibility that others might see how wanton and lustful she really was under the friendly and adorable facade she usually wore. It was why she was always ramping up the intensity of your sessions, choosing ever more public and ever more dangerous times to seduce you. The threat of that side of her being revealed to others, others who only knew the cute, bubbly side of her - it aroused her like nothing else ever could.

She orgasms with a strangled cry that barely leaves her constrained throat - and you follow her willingly. The feel of her body tightening and pulsating around you suddenly becomes too much for you to handle, and your cock spasms as it sends thick streams of hot warm cum deep into the slick walls of her pussy.

The feel of you cumming at the same time as her - the feel of your pulsating cock spurting hot semen inside her body to splash wetly against the walls of her pussy - intensifies and multiplies the pleasure overtaking Sana’s body. For a moment she blacks out. Your grip around her throat tightens involuntarily as you cum, and her moans are cut short in a frightening gasp. Her mouth is held open in a wordless, soundless ‘o’, her eyes shut unwillingly. For a moment you thought you’d hurt her, caused her to pass out. Her body trembles at the pleasure. You feel your body do the same.

For long glorious seconds only the feeling of Sana’s body wrapped around you is all that exists in the world. When it is over Sana slumps onto your chest, sapped, at least temporarily, of the energy she usually possessed in limitless supply.

For a single, dark moment you consider walking away from it all - quitting on the operation and your job and all your other responsibilities. You consider taking her back to your hotel room and spending the rest of your life happily entangled in her web, doing nothing more than fucking and indulging in every single one of her whims. Perhaps those two things were one and the same.

But something deep inside you convinces you to fight her venom. The realities and responsibilities of the world return, unwelcomed, to your mind. Even as she is no more than a sweaty, breathless body atop yours, you realize that every time you gave in to her whims you risked becoming ever more entangled in her web. You had to fight back, had to resist the spider’s bite while you still could.

But each time she bit her fangs dug just a bit deeper, and her venom became just a little harder to fight.

It took Sana a while to find the black lace glove she had torn off her hand before she started to touch herself. It was a dark alleyway and the Ferrari didn’t have any cabin lights that could help, so you ended up having to use your phone’s flash to help her locate it.

“Yatta!” she exclaims upon finding the elusive glove. She slips it back on her hand with a wide smile at you, her eyes large and bright, like some character in an anime or manga.

She did so with her blazer still open, revealing plenty of the creamy curves of her breasts - in addition to the fact that the sinful evidence of your recently sated lust was still warm and wet between her thighs.

But such was the dichotomy that was at the core of Minatozaki Sana. She was at once both an angel and a devil, and sometimes she wore the clothes of one while in the world of the other.

“Sana,” you begin, wanting to finally begin a conversation.

“Yes?” she asks, her tone innocent, even if she replied whilst tucking her breasts back into her black blazer and buttoning it up.

“We need to talk. About-”

“Let me guess,” she interrupts, letting out a sigh and turning her head quickly to get rid of a lock of messy hair that had fallen into her eyes. “This is about why I’m here, and not Momo or Mina?”

“Well, yes,” you reply, caught somewhat off guard by her forthrightness.

“You’re wondering what underhanded scheme I’m pulling, and what I had to do behind the scenes to make sure Momo is at the airport and Mina is busy with an unexpected phone call, leaving me the only option to come with you?”

“Yes,” you admit. Momo had left for the airport an hour or two ago for some business related reason, and Mina was busy with a legal matter that had arisen with JYP’s legal department in Europe.

Sana finally finishes buttoning up her blazer. She brushes stray locks of hair aside and smooths down her clothing, trying to make it look like she didn’t just have rushed, dirty sex in the driver’s seat of a car mere minutes before.

“I’ll let her explain to you herself,” she says with a soft sigh. She reaches for her purse and retrieves her phone, dials a number, and passes it to you. The screen indicates that it is Momo she is dialling.

“Go ahead,” she says, a sad look in her eyes, “talk to her.”

You take the phone, not quite sure what this was leading up to.

“Hello?” comes Momo’s voice on the other end.

“Momo? It’s me.”

“Oh, hey. They just touched down. We should be there on time. Has Sana filled you in on the plan?”

You look over at Sana, but she is looking out the window, seemingly avoiding your eyes. You cannot see much of her face, but from what you could tell from her body language she seemed a little upset - and perhaps a little hurt.

“She was just about to. Do you wanna start?”

“Sure...” Momo says, a little confused by what was going on on your end. “Anyway, I’ll meet you guys at the venue for the fundraiser. I’ll be bringing guests. We have intel that a very important potential target for us will be there…”

Momo goes over the outline of the plan with you in deep detail - it takes almost half an hour for you and her to hash out the specifics. When you end the call, you hand the phone back to Sana, who takes it and shoves it back in her bag. There is still a look of hurt disappointment on her features.

“Someday I hope you’ll start to trust me,” she says, a hint of sadness in her voice.

---

It wasn’t difficult to differentiate the legitimate attendees from the gangsters.

Everyone was dressed to the nines, but the gangsters each stood out, in their own way. Some were covered in intricate, detailed tattoos; others wore expensive silks and furs; some seemed to carry an entire small country’s gross domestic product in jewelry on their fingers, ears, and necks. They had a swagger, a confidence to them that the other law-abiding attendees did not have.

It also helped that they all seemed to congregate on the second floor of the swanky restaurant that had served as the fundraiser’s venue. A particularly scary looking bouncer stood at the only visible set of stairs to and from the balcony, arms crossed over his large barrel chest, looking a bit like a miniboss that had to be fought before one gained entrance into the final dungeon.

“At least it’s easy to see where we need to go,” Sana remarks, taking a couple of champagne flutes from the tray of a nearby server and passing one to you.

You had arrived at the party a half hour or so earlier and you had both made attempts to make small talk with fellow attendees, hoping to find a lead on Seulgi and Yeri - it was clear, however, that there wasn’t anyone on the ground floor who might have known anything about the two fugitives.

“Yeah. That dude at the stairs might be a problem, though,” you reply, taking a sip.

“It shouldn’t be too hard to distract him. Follow my lead.”

“Wait, Sana. There must be another way up there. Maybe we can go around back and-”

Minatozaki Sana was having none of it, though, and before you knew it she had already looped her arm in yours and had begun dragging you towards the stairs.

“Wait here,” she says to you under her breath as you both near the guard, who was momentarily distracted by something else in the crowd.

You watch, curious, as Sana begins to walk towards the guard. Almost immediately her entire demeanor changes - gone was the thoughtful, determined colleague of a moment ago. Now she was all sexiness and allure, taking care to accentuate every single step of her long, perfect legs with a generous swing of her hips. She casually brushes her hair over her shoulder. On her face is the look of slight annoyance that fashion models wore on runways. It was a determined look. A look of a woman who knew precisely what she was doing.

Until she tripped over her feet a few metres from the guard.

“Eeek!” she shrieks as she falls to the floor, looking a bit like she’d just been shot by an unseen cartoon supervillain. The flute of champagne in her hands crashes to the floor, the loud crack of the glass breaking attracting the attention of every pair of eyes in the vicinity.

The guard at the stairs immediately moves to help her, seeming genuinely concerned and perhaps feeling a little lucky at the prospect of helping a gorgeous young woman in distress. You smile, slyly, as you slip past him and up the stairs.

You make eye contact with Sana before you head up the stairs. She shoots you a wink before immediately making as big of a scene as she could.

---

Finding the target was simple. It wasn’t hard. In a group of loud, raucous type-A personalities, she was at the centre of it all. The queen bee atop her hive of drones. Despite the dangerous and intimidating auras of those around her, it was obvious at first glance who was in charge.

Roseanne Park - better known simply as Rose to those in her line of work - looked for the most part like any other high-class, well-dressed attendee at the cocktail party. She was young and beautiful, with a lithe build and cute, innocent-looking features. In her sparkly, short pink dress she looked much like any other girl in her twenties, out at a club looking for a good time.

But as you stood there and watched her interactions with those around her, you saw past that. There were glimpses here and there, in the glares she gave others when they weren’t looking, or in the obviously forced and faked reactions she gave to the underlings that buzzed around her, trying to gain her approval. Glimpses of who she really was. Glimpses of the danger that lurked just beneath the surface, less of a bee and more of a shark that was quickly growing tired of the small fish that circled her, oblivious to the danger she posed to them.

Momo had told you they had intel Rose would be here. As one of the members of Blackpink, you knew she would have the best chance of knowing anything about Seulgi and Yeri.

Your approach to her corner booth, where she sat with a half dozen of her underlings, is blocked by a man that you took to probably be her bodyguard. If they had ever decided to make a live action movie out of Overwatch, you’d found their Hanzo right here.

He raises his right hand to your chest to physically block you from moving any further.

“I’d like to speak with Miss Park,” you state, as strongly and firmly as you could. This was the type of guy who could smell weakness. You knew if you wanted to have a shot with speaking to Rose that you had to get past him first, and he was unlikely to let you pass if he was even slightly suspicious of your intentions.

“Is she expecting you?”

“No. But she’ll want to hear what I have to say. I’m from JYP.”

Hanzo narrows his eyes as he searches for a sign of weakness in yours. You feel your inner self wither under his gaze, but you somehow keep up the front long enough for him to feel satisfied that you weren’t a threat to his boss.

“Wait,” he states. An order, and not at all a request.

Hanzo walks over to Rose’s booth and steps past the loud, raucous drones to whisper into her ear. Her gaze finds and settles on you as Hanzo informs her of your presence and intentions.

The girl takes a sip of the glass at the table. For a brief moment, there is a wicked flash in her eyes, like that of a shark that had finally found worthy prey. She says something softly to Hanzo, who returns to you a moment later.

“Your phone,” he states. Again, not a request - a demand that implied there was no choice in the matter.

You slip your phone from the inner pocket of your blazer.

As you do, you make note of the text message from Momo that informed you that she had arrived with the guests.

Clearing it from your lock screen, you hand the phone to Hanzo and he inspects it briefly before he motions with his head for you to follow him towards the booth.

“All of you, out,” Rose states as you approach, words firm and direct, eyes locked on you and not even bothering to care about the inconvenience of her underlings. Another order. In this world, it seemed, nothing was ever merely a request.

The drones get up and leave, brooking no questions. Each of them gives you a dirty look on the way out, unhappy with being so rudely interrupted. Rose’s eyes remain locked on you.

“Come, sit,” she says, her charming tone and Australian accent lending her words a soft, inviting tone, even if there was an underlying venom to it all.

You take a seat next to her. Hanzo leaves your phone on the table, face down, before giving Rose a short bow of respect and returning to his post.

“I’m told you’re from JYP,” Rose begins, taking another sip from the glass at the table. She crosses her long, thin legs in front of you, slowly, turning her body to ensure you could see her every action. She holds the glass in her lap, ensuring she is pushing her small, cute breasts together with her upper arms. There is a sly smile on her lips that reminds you, strangely, of Sana’s.

“I am. And I’ve heard things about you.”

“Is that so?” she answers, pretending to be at least a little surprised. “And what exactly have you heard about little old me?”

“I’ve heard of your work with Blackpink. And your involvement with Red Velvet.”

At the mention of Red Velvet a slight, barely noticeable change appears in her face. It is small and fleeting - but unmistakable.

“I’m not quite sure I follow,” she lies, “I don’t have any involvement in that world.”

“That’s too bad, because if you were at all interested in that world I would have something to offer you.”

“And what might that be?”

“I’m relatively high up at JYP,” you state, looking off into the distance where the cocktail party was still in full swing, trying your best to appear nonchalant. “I could, much to my dismay, become the victim of a hack into my phone that could then give you access to all of our servers and the company secrets within them.”

Rose sets the glass back on the table. Her smile widens slightly. You’d gained her attention, it seemed.

“And in return, what would you want from me?”

“We’re tracking two fugitives from Korea - former members of Red Velvet. Boss says I have a promotion waiting if I bring them in. I’m sure either you or people you know have either found them or know where they are.”

“It’s your lucky day, I think,” she answers with a small chuckle. “I happen to know exactly where they are - or rather, my girls in Blackpink do.”

“Then I think we can arrange something,” you answer. “You give me Seulgi and Yeri, I give you access to the JYP servers.”

“We could,” she says, her gaze finally leaving you and returning to the half-empty glass of amber liquid at her table. “Or we could take you and your date and force that information out of you both.”

She motions with her head towards her bodyguard - who is holding Sana in front of him with a firm grip on her upper arms. Sana struggles against his grip, but it was obvious there was no way she was going to escape his clutches.

Rose chuckles. It is a laugh with little mirth, and plenty of implied threat.

“This is quite hilarious, I must say - did you really think you two could waltz in here, two complete strangers, and start sniffing around hoping to find Seulgi and Yeri? Did you really think we didn’t know who you were the second you stepped through that door?”

The conversation had taken a turn for the worse - but you were still confident in the evening’s plan.

“Alright, there’s no need for this. Let her go, she’s just a date. She’s not involved in any of this.”

Rose smiles to herself, and then at Hanzo.

“You and the boys go have fun with her,” she hisses, all trace of humor leaving her face in an instant to be replaced with a dark and sinister smile. “Just make sure no one can find what’s left of her afterward.”

Hanzo begins to drag Sana away, but the loud jingle that leaves your phone stops him from going any further.

“Ah, right on time,” you say, picking up your phone from the table where Hanzo had placed it. You bring the phone to your ear.

“Ah, yes, Officer Miyawaki. We’re upstairs, on the second floor. Corner booth. Yes, she’s here. Pink dress. See you soon. Okay. Bye.”

Rose and Hanzo are struck in momentary confusion.

“Officer?” Rose repeats, “What the hell is-”

The sound of a loud commotion erupting from the stairs to the second floor interrupts her mid-sentence. You smile as you watch three women approach the booth. Hanzo releases Sana to confront them - and as she catches your eyes Sana lets a smile appear on her lips as well.

At the head of the group of three is Sakura Miyawaki - following her are Nayeon and one other woman you didn’t know. As Hanzo raises his hand to stop her, just as he did with you, Sakura bats it away sharply with the back of her hand. The bodyguard looks stunned, as though suddenly not knowing quite what to do, his tough front having no effect on the tiny but determined woman confronting him. Hands on her hips, Sakura speaks sternly with a raised voice in Japanese, and while you couldn’t understand what she was saying, the fact that the man quickly backs away sheepishly implies that whatever she said had certainly put him in his place.

Sakura approaches the booth with a look of serious determination on her cute features - a look you had not known she was even capable of.

“My name is Officer Miyawaki Sakura, Tokyo PD. Are you Roseanne Park?” she questions, firmly.

“Y-yes,” Rose answers. The haughty, confident demeanor of the young woman had begun to crack in the face of this unexpected turn of events. “But you can’t do anything to me here. I haven’t committed any crimes in this country.”

Satisfied that you’d led her to the right person, Sakura turns to let a second woman approach the table - a tall, beautiful young woman who looked to be of mixed descent. While dressed in casual clothes, the holstered pistol at her waist and the credentials she flashes from a folded leather wallet soon make it clear who she was, even before she introduced herself.

“Roseanne Park, I’m Staff Sergeant Somi Douma of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. I’m here on behalf of the governments of Canada and the Kingdom of the Netherlands to place you under arrest for the crimes of invasion of privacy, illegal surveillance with intent to blackmail, and willful, malicious, and repeated harassment of individuals.”

“The Netherlands? Canada? What are you talking about-”

“We have evidence of you committing crimes in both countries. Please stand.”

Rose hesitantly stands on shaky legs, but the look of shock on her face remains, even as Officer Douma approaches her, gathers her hands behind her back, and places handcuffs on them. She begins to read the confused young woman her rights as she leads her out of the restaurant, Officer Miyawaki leading them both and clearing a path through the look of confused attendees.

A wide smile on your face, you rise and give Sana and Nayeon high fives as you leave the booth.

You briefly think about giving the confused and shamed Hanzo a cheeky one-liner on your way out, but you settle instead for raising your palm to his chest, just as he did to you - before turning it into a patronizing pat on the shoulder before you walk away.

---

You had to admit that you felt more than a little proud of your role in capturing the first of the four members of Blackpink. You smile widely as you watch the still-protesting Rose being forced into the back of a waiting police cruiser by Officer Douma, before she herself gets into the passenger seat. Sakura takes the wheel, and the car heads off, presumably to the Tokyo PD central precinct.

You meet with the rest of the team in the parking lot of the restaurant - along with a former colleague.

“Boss!” Park Choa says, her face gleaming and bright in the dark Tokyo evening. She rushes towards you and envelops you in a hug, wrapping her arms around you and squeezing tightly. You reciprocate, happy to be near her once more.

“This wouldn’t have happened without you,” you say when you finally part.

“Oh, I didn’t do much. It was getting pretty lonely in Europe... but I heard about how you got involved with Blackpink, and after I heard that one of them was wanted in the Netherlands, I thought JYP might want to know. After we found out Rose was here in Japan, JYP put this plan together. Mina was happy to take care of the legal issues and ensure the right authorities were informed,” she says with a nod towards Mina, who had met her at the airport. “JYP was the real brains behind this operation.”

“But how was Canada involved? That officer was a Canadian,” Jihyo asks.

“Rose was the one who harassed and threatened Wendy’s family in Canada in order to blackmail Irene into doing their bidding,” Momo explains, “and she’s wanted there too. I guess Rose was in charge of all the overseas intimidation and threatening that Blackpink was behind. She just hid behind the fact that she didn’t actually commit any crimes in Korea or Japan.”

“Officer Miyawaki has assured us that we’ll have time to question Rose about Seulgi and Yeri,” Nayeon notes. “It will be a matter of time before we crack her and she squeals about where we can find the rest of Blackpink, too.”

“Well, tonight sounds like a win,” you state, finding agreement in the smiling faces of the girls around you. “I think we deserve to celebrate.”

The girls cheer loudly before starting to find cabs that would take them downtown to party the night away. As they leave the parking lot, Momo grabs you by the arm and leads you quietly towards the black sedan that she had used to pick up Choa from the airport. Nayeon waits nearby, an unreadable expression on her face, as though she were anxious to see your reaction to what Momo had to show you.

“We have one more guest tonight,” Momo says. “You’re probably wondering how we knew that Rose would be at this party.”

“Now that I think of it, yeah,” you admit.

Momo gives you a slim smile before opening the rear door to the sedan.

In the backseat is Irene, her face bandaged, hands handcuffed in front of her. There is a determined look on her battered features.

“She’s volunteered to help us find the rest of them, too,” Momo states.

Author’s Note: Happy New Year!

The plot thickens! I had to think long and hard about how I wanted this chapter to go. I was tired of the OC being constantly screwed over and backstabbed so I wanted him to have an active role in actually getting a win lol.

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second-chance-stray · 3 years

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RP Log: Cravs and Rising talk after Dirtpatch.

Rising Lotus Pushed the door to the company hall open, bucket full of who knows what in her off hand. After pulling it shut behind her she saw the familiar face in new clothes. “Oh, Hey Cravs!” her face brightened up, eyeing the woman up and down afterwards. “New gear eh? Been plannin’ to change things up or jus’ sort of somethin’ you ended up doin’?” she set her bucket down, the contents looking to be squirming around each other.

Cravendy Hound had bought the new gear yesterday but had just gotten around to wearing it for the first time. It felt odd at first. Part of her didn’t want to leave the house - to switch back to what she was used to and carry on with the day. But what did she have to fear?

Cravendy Hound: “Oh, uh, yeah! I don’t know. The usual’s more suited for gunnin’, but since I kept endin’ up in close combat, I figured I should get somethin’ for that. Somethin’ I can really move around in if I wanna sock someone.” She eyes the strange bucket curiously. “Fishin’ supplies?”

Rising Lotus Stepped forward, nodded at the explanation as she studied Cravendy’s new armor a bit close. “Aye makes sense, looks a bit thicker than your old stuff, good for takin’ a hit for sure.” she gave it a final nod of approval. “Looks good on ya, an’ it’ll be nice to know you’re well protected if we end up brawlin’ together.” she flashed a cocky grin before looking over her shoulder at the bucket.

Rising Lotus: “Oh sorta, more jus’ fish food. Worms an’ slugs an’ other things they eat. I ought to learn to make ‘em into dry food, can build up a stock of it.”

Cravendy Hound stretches an arm, her hand placed above her shoulder as she makes tight circles with her elbow. The thought of actually fighting with her fists again was a bit daunting, but there’d be plenty of time before then. Time to practice with Rising or on a punching bag, perhaps. “Don’t go easy on me if we train together.”

Cravendy Hound: “Eurghh...Did ye go diggin’ for this stuff?” She taps the side of the bucket with her foot, jostling it to take a look at what’s underneath the first layer.

Rising Lotus: “Of course not! I expect the same from you too! Don’t get strong from holdin’ back.” she cracked her knuckles with a snicker “Maybe we could start up a company trainin’ day, keep everyone on their toes. Not the same as fightin’ giant weird spiders but good enough I ‘spose.”

Rising Lotus She gave the bucket a tap herself. “Aye, dug up or caught. Some of it I paid some kids to get for me, gives them a bit of gil and a fuller bucket for me. They know the area a bit better too.” she let out a content sigh, licking her lower lip as it seemed she was working up to say something. “So, umm...Dirt Patch looks pretty nice now huh?”

Cravendy Hound: “That was the only time I fought a giant robot spider, and I’m ‘opin’ it’ll be my last. Still one time too many.” Cravs rolls her wrist around, imagining how painful it’d be to punch solid metal. On second thought, melee training didn’t sound so appealing anymore, but still. It felt like something to keep up.

Cravendy Hound smiles at the thought of Rising putting kids to work, the gross treasures that they’d bring back. It was smart thinking too. On the subject of Dirtpatch, Cravs simply nods. “Yeah, it’s a pretty lil’ place now. The villagers are a tough bunch and can take care of themselves, but I can’t ‘elp but worry for ‘em...Maybe I’m just gonna miss them askin’ for ‘elp all the time.”

Rising Lotus Returns the nod. “Aye, from what they started with an’ all, it’s crazy how fast we could help them get back on their feet. That’d bein’ said...I’m sure they wouldn’t pass up free help if you paid them a visit.” she let out a light chuckle, smiling softly. “Mostly wanna see how that bird is gonna grow up myself..” she cleared her throat after she spoke, silent for a few moments before finally mustering herself up to speak.

Rising Lotus: “How about uh.. You… I mean..” she broke her gaze with Cravs, running her hand over the top of her head to her neck. “Are you doin’ alright...an’ stuff?” she huffed lightly, perhaps a bit frustrated at her delivery of the question.

Cravendy Hound nibbles on her bottom lip in thought. From typhoons to bandit attacks, Dirtpatch felt like it was just one disaster away from going back to being nothing. But the paranoia stemmed from protectiveness, and Cravs cared about the village...which was a first. There were pros and cons to the feeling. “Yeah, I think I’ll keep an eye on the place. I don’t know, it’s just that the brighter ye shine, the darker the shadow. Somethin’ could ‘appen, but I guess worryin’ ain’t doing anyone no good.”

Cravendy Hound: “Oh.” Crav’s face goes blank. She hadn’t been expecting anyone, let alone Rising as well, to follow up. “Er. Yeah I’m fine...I mean. What stuff are ye referrin’ to?” Her voice dims and wavers towards the end. She has a moment in her mind and naught else could fit what Rising was asking about, and yet she still finds herself doubting herself.

Rising Lotus Goes to speak but instead weakly shrugs, taking a short breath before trying again. “Jus’, whatever I guess.” she clenched her fists, eyes shutting tightly in frustration at her vague questions. “No… jus’ after your walk an’ everything, an’ the night. I jus’ wanted to make sure that you’re alright after that.” She finally returned her gaze to Cravs, looking concerned. For her friend of course, but also that her blabbering would scare the woman off.

Cravendy Hound finds Rising’s uncertainty comforting in a weird way. Both of them being so careful and unlike how they usually were, like a pair of awkward teens. Cravs lets out a breath, smiling. “Haha, ah...yer sweet. Riylli was waitin’ for me after, to make sure I was okay too. I’m still ‘ere. Not sick, not dead. Still ‘ere.”

Cravendy Hound: “The short answer is both. Fine in some ways, messed up in others, but that’s nothin’ new. I, uh, wanna take this talk somewhere else? Somewhere others won’t judge me for ‘avin’ a soft ‘eart,” Cravs notes, looking around the hallway.

Rising Lotus Let out a soft sigh as she answered, relieved to hear any answer at all. She did however break her gaze again at the sweet comment, cheeks flaring up a bit “She did eh? Hm, that was nice of her..” her eyes darted back in Crav’s direction as she continued to speak, nodded quickly at the offer to change locales for their chat. “Y-Yeah, sorry, shouldn’t of jus’ dropped that..out here.” she glanced down to her bucket, snatching it back up.

Rising Lotus: “You want to come to my room? I don’t want to leave these things out here, an’ I’m sure you don’t want ‘em anywhere near yours. It’s jus’, a bit messy though.”

Cravendy Hound agrees to the suggestion with a nod of her head, and starts towards the company rooms. As she walks over, she wonders just how messy Rising's room could be. Cravs steels herself for the worst case scenario - a room full of slug buckets and worms. Definitely worth seeing though.

Rising Lotus After stepping into her room Rising set her bucket of crawlies on a crate near the door, placing a board over the opening followed by a rock or old brick, the bug storage system of champions. “That ought to keep them in place…” as she lead Cravs to the couch, Hopp could been seen floating in the little pool in the corned, wiggling its feet in the air while it slowly bounced from side to side. She chose the chair to sit in, glad she had kicked most of her smallclothes toward her bed just earlier that day

Rising Lotus: Was quick to break the silence as they settled in. “Sorry, uh.. About bein’ so..clumsy with…” she merely twirled her hand between the two. “Have a hard time with it these days.”

Cravendy Hound is pleasantly surprised by Rising’s room! The generous amount of fish tanks were to be expected, but the channels that connected the smaller to the larger...it was impressive to behold and likely required a good deal of effort to maintain. She lets out a whistle and takes a seat. “The freshest and finest food for yer fishies.”

Cravendy Hound: “Clumsy? What, ye mean with yer words?” Cravs scoffs. “Oh, don’t worry. We both ‘ave that problem, and I know ‘ow ‘ard it can be to just talk sometimes.”

Cravendy Hound: “I mean, just listen to me! Barely got a ‘andle on speakin’ as is,” she laughs. “Even ‘ad people think I was speakin’ another language. And to that, I say...Bugger off.”

Rising Lotus Snickered a bit “I’ve definitely been given’ a hard time for not know some of those hoity toity words them well learned folks use..” she grinned “course once you rough ‘em up a bit they tend not to care.” she sighed, looking much more calm in a familiar environment. “But jus’..stuff like that...last person I could talk easily with it ‘bout…” she trailed off, merely shrugging weakly.

Rising Lotus: “Anyway, hard as it is I still wanted to check up on ya, cause, ya know.” she huffed a bit, she wasn’t about to get that shmaltzy yet.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, music to my ears. Yer speakin’ my language,” Cravs says, a smug smile tugging up the corner of her mouth. When Rising continues on about the ‘last person’ she could speak easily with, Cravs fills in the blanks on her own, and doesn’t push it. Wasn’t right to open old wounds.

Cravendy Hound leans back in the chair and rests her head against the wooden surface behind it, staring forward. God, it felt so foreign to her to be open /at all/ and yet here she was. Doing that strange and odd thing again. But it felt right, and Rising wasn’t the type to judge anyway. Cravs had promised to herself to change, and this was simply a part of that.

Cravendy Hound: “And I appreciate ye checkin’ up on me. So..uh.” She makes a sputtering sound, unable to get ‘thank you’ out. Some things would have to come later. “...uh, yeah. Truth be told, all that stuff with Wyda disappearin’. It never felt right to me. I’m not over it, and maybe I never will.”

Rising Lotus Smiled softly at the thank you, despite the lack of actual words. She gave herself a few moments to think next, wanting to choose her words carefully given that situation. “I don’t understand what happened at all, an’ I don’t know much ‘bout your past, but I don’t think that’s somethin’ you can really jus’ get over. Jus’ gotta bear it with ya, but you folks who’ll help ya with it.” she really hoped she wasn’t just talking out of her arse and it made sense.

Rising Lotus: “..though I know it’s hard to do. To uh, trust people, I mean. ‘Specially when you try an’ put about a strongness to yourself.”

Cravendy Hound: “Yeah, it just sort of becomes a part of ye. Somethin’ that ‘urts from time to time, but denyin’ it’ll make things worse,” Cravs sighs wistfully. “I don’t know. A big part of me thinks I don’t deserve anythin’ good, especially yer trust, after what I did. But seein’ Dirtpatch get restored with all yer guys ‘elp...I’ve been tryin’ to tell myself it ain’t hypocritical to do good after ye’ve done bad.”

Cravendy Hound tilts her head slightly to her left, one eye covered by a long twist of hair and the other, unmasked. “Compared to ‘ow I was doin’ at the start of everythin’, it’s like day and night. Knowin’ that there are others goin’ through somethin’ similar, or just knowin’ someone cares. Took awhile for it to start sinkin’ in, but once I did...it ‘elped. Just ‘avin’ friends like ye.”

Rising Lotus Rising cocked her head as Cravs mentioned what she did, not quite sure what it might have been. As she said, she didn’t know much about her past, but smiled nonetheless at her revelation about their work at Dirtpatch. “Aye, most of the time you can turn things around, ‘less you’re like some sort of murderer or somethin’ I ‘spose. But we all make mistakes, you jus’ gotta try to keep movin’. She paused for a moment, chewing her lower lip as she mulled her words over.

Rising Lotus: “I understand.. I mean what I was goin’ through the last year before joinin’ up with Heartwood wasn’t too crazy, but it wasn’t very good. An’ jus’...bein’ here an’ meetin’ new folks has helped a lot. An’ meetin’ you, I mean you’re the only one I can understand what you’re talkin’ ‘bout most of the time!” she chuckled lightly “So many of them are jus’, aether this an’ some mechanical thing that! With you though…” she shrugged. “It’s easy I guess.

Cravendy Hound bites on her bottom lip at the mention of murdering. But hey - was it really murdering if the other person deserved it? Cravs lets out a controlled breath, sure that Rising is instead referring to ‘axe-crazy’ people as opposed to what she had engaged in. Which kind of fit that category too. Being a pirate led to those sorts of situations, just part of the job! She forces a fake smile to cover up her reaction.

Cravendy Hound: “Pff, I’m sick of all the aether talk too. Seems like it can do everythin’ and then some. I, for one, am just interested in ‘ow to avoid bein’ blown up by it,” Cravs wryly notes. “But yeah...I’m thankful for all of ye. Yer a good friend, and a good person.��

Rising Lotus “You’re a good friend as well, an’ I think you’re a good person, even if you think otherwise sometimes.” smiling contently for a moment, she started chuckling nervously. “..Speakin’ of thin’s blowin’ up.. Had Mayumi look at my spear an’, aside from it bein’ shite, which I knew, guess it’d gettin’ less stable. The aether part could explode one of these days.”

Rising Lotus: “O-Only when it’s on though,” she was quick to correct herself “An’ she said it’d be pretty obvious, it’ll start cracklin’ an’ shakin’.” letting out a long sigh she lean back into her chair, through her head back over the top. “It’s been a pain in the ass most the time, but a good spear over all. Gonna be a shame to lose it.”

Cravendy Hound straightens her back at Rising’s claim. She thought she was a good person? Really? A blush rises up into her cheeks as she stammers a response back without thinking. “N-no, I’m not, and the sooner ye find out the better. So ye don’t feel disappointed.” But despite what she was saying, her heart fluttered with a tiny bit of pride. She must be doing something right to give Rising the impression.

Cravendy Hound: “Uhh, what? It’s gonna explode?! And that’s somethin’ ye can’t fix?!”

Rising Lotus Shook her head. “Nah, it’s too broken. Materials aren’t holdin’ up or somethin’.. Can’t remember the specifics Mayumi said.” she let out another drawn out sigh. “Jus’ that it’ll probably happen, an’ I don’t got a back up right now. Bit too late now, but maybe I ought to check out where my old one was left.” She sat forward once more, lifting herself form the slumped position she was just in.

Rising Lotus: “It was what I spent the money I had saved up on when I first got to Idyllshire. It’s been a pain, but it’s had more than its fair share of good battles.”

(Cravendy Hound) like a reliable old car, this spear is )) (Rising Lotus) And like a reliable old car, it also is probably a deathtrap in some way xD)) (Cravendy Hound) old car that was bought used already )) (Rising Lotus) gotta put money in to fix it every other week))

Cravendy Hound grimaces, worried about the spear shaking and exploding at any moment. “Swivin’ sacks of salt, guess it was a good thing ye got May to look at it then. I didn’t even know that was a thing that could ‘appen with spears. Always assumed they like fancy knives on a stick, but err...Better than that of course.”

Cravendy Hound: “Call me sentimental, but I ‘ave a ‘ard time lettin’ old possessions go. Though I guess it’s different when yer stuffs been nothin’ but trouble.” Cravs reaches back and pulls out her flintlock pistol. She feels its familiar weight in her hand, considering the curves of the weapon with care. “For instance, I can’t imagine lettin’ this explode. Would rather let it retire.”

Rising Lotus “Well it’s a bit different when it has aether parts makin’ a fancy energy blade, normal spears don’t explode, they’re jus’ metal an’ wood. But aye, would’ve been bad for all of us if we didn’t know it was comin’.” she grimaced at the thought. Rising examined the firearm as Cravs brought it out, nodding at it’s craftsmanship.

Rising Lotus: “I’m with ya, but since we can’t really take it apart it’s probably best to jus’ let it blow up. Wouldn’t want it to accidentally go off in my room."

Cravendy Hound twirls the pistol over her hand, a motion clearly practiced far too often. Without noticing at first, she does the same motion with her other empty hand. Cravs blinks, suddenly and acutely aware of the twin gun’s absence. She sighs and makes a mental note to go searching for it one day...but the odds of finding it were slim. There were more useful, and less nostalgic, ways to spend her time. Cravs tucks the gun away.

Cravendy Hound: “Hm. Is yer spear in this room right now? Maybe it’d be best to...iono. Put it outside just in case. Are we talkin’ a big explosion?”

Rising Lotus “Don’t worry it’s outside, and lemme think…” she rubbed her chin “Mayumi said ten somethin’, I don’t think it was malms cause that’d be crazy, so yalms probably? Enough where no one should be near it when it’s gonna blow. ‘Less you’re tryin’ to blow ‘em up then ya know, the more the merrier.” she shrugged, might as well make the best of a bad situation!

Rising Lotus: “Well I’ve kept ya for long enough, I’m glad you’re doin’ alright Cravs.” she cleared her throat, scratched the back of her head as she watched the fish right past her friend. “An’ ya know.. You can always ask if you wanna.. Talk an’ all. I’m here for ya.” her cheeks turned red at the sudden show of sentimentality.

Cravendy Hound gets the sense that Rising doesn’t share her concern over the explosive spear, and slumps. “Seven ‘ells, if I find a crater in yer room one day, then ye can bet yer sorry arse I’m gonna lecture ye until yer ear falls off!” She shakes her head.

Cravendy Hound: “Heh, of course. Thanks for listenin’. And I could say the same back to ye.” Cravs gets up and stretches, ready to return to...whatever she did during the day. Not even realizing that she said thanks for one. As she makes her way out of the seating area, she taps her foot against Rising’s bucket of bugs with a smirk. “Don’t let me keep ye from feedin’ yer pets.”

#ff14 rp logs #Cravendy Hound #Rising Lotus

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thedoctornumber11 · 4 years

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Munday post

I figured maybe this week I’d do a different type of Munday. Most of my long time roleplay partners already know me quite a bit and I also try to introduce myself to newer partners as well, however I figured this could be a good chance for everyone to really get to know me. I’m including everything under a read more not because long post and also because I know not everyone likes seeing this type of thing. It’s just a bunch of random facts about me and my favorite things along with a munday pic under the cut. I didn’t want to just throw out a munday picture like most would do. I’ve done that plenty of times before and there’s nothing wrong with it, I just felt like doing something a bit more unique and different this time that might really give people a chance to get to know me :D

So long post under the cut.

So, first off, my name is Derek. I’m the mun. I just recently turned 30 and I’m from Indiana. I work in a preschool, essentially as a glorified baby sitter. I help the teachers get their breaks.

I’ve been interacting on here since November of 2013 and I’ve had this exact blog with this exact URL the entire time. I wanted something really generic and not just a quote or something like that. I first tried TheEleventhDoctor, but obviously that was taken so this ended up being what I went with. As for the theme, it too was made a VERY long time ago. The TARDIS theme with the opening doors on the TARDIS actually used to be quite popular when I first started interacting on here, particularly with the Doctor Who RP fandom. Although I’m the only one I see with it these days, if you go looking for older Doctor Who blogs that have gone inactive you are actually likely to find a few other blogs with it. As for the background picture, I found that one myself except for the part with Matt Smith/The Eleventh Doctor edited on. That part was done by someone I used to interact with who just surprised me with it one day and unfortunately isn’t on Tumblr anymore :( Having been on this platform for so long I’ve obviously seen a lot of blogs come and go and I miss every single last one of them :( However I also enjoy everyone I currently interact with and would recommend almost any of them. Seriously, if anyone is looking for new people to interact with, let me know you are looking for people and what fandoms you enjoy and I can probably recommend a few blogs!

Outside of Tumblr RP, I enjoy video games, yugioh, reading comics, general super hero related stuff, watching movies, playing Pokemon Go (I help run the local PoGo community) general board games, watching my shows, figure collecting, and cosplay, most of which I’m sure is stuff many of you also enjoy. My fandoms include Doctor Who (obviously), DC, Star Wars, The Legend of Korra/ATLA (I’m one of the few that likes LoK more than ATLA), Marvel, Star Trek, Firefly, Power Rangers, The Walking Dead, Yugioh, Pokemon, Sherlock, general Nintendo fandom, Digimon and Harry Potter.

Here’s a few things about me in list form.

My favorite musician is Weird Al Yankovic.

My favorite book is Look Me in the Eye by John Elder Robbison. As someone who’s been diagnosed with aspergers syndrome myself, this book really spoke to me in my original read through and since then I’ve purchased it multiple times. I own at least three or four different copies of this book, partially because I kept loaning it out to people.

My favorite book series is the Harry Potter series. Don’t ask me for a favorite book in the series, I love them all about equally.

As for comics, right now my favorite thing I’m reading is the Power Rangers series that Boom is putting out. Some of my favorites of all time include Power Ranger Soul of the Dragon, the Star Trek TNG/Doctor Who crossover, the Power Rangers/Justice League Crossover, the original Spider-Gwen series, Poison Ivy Cycle of Life and Death, The Dark Knight Returns (I know anything Frank Miller related is a bit controversial but I enjoy it for what it is) and Batman: Hush.

Favorite movies include UHF, Scott Pilgrim VS the World, Captain America The Winter Soldier, Captain America the First Avenger, Avengers End Game, the Justice League movie, anything and everything DC animated, anything and everything Spider-Man related (yes, I even like Spider-Man 3 although it wasn’t as good as the others), anything Star Wars related although I’d say Force Awakens is my favorite one, the 2017 Power Rangers movie, Serenity, The Lego movie and it’s sequel, Yugioh Bonds Beyond Time, Mystery Men, Galaxy Quest, all the Star Trek movies, the corny 90′s Mario movie, the Doctor Who movie, and Detective Pikachu. Really, any of the Marvel and DC movies could probably make this list as well, I’m not super picky when it comes to movies.

Favorite TV shows is something I am a bit pickier about. Doctor Who is obviously on the list, and I’ve watched and enjoyed most of the Marvel and DC live action stuff although I have a huge preference for the arrowverse and 70′s Wonder Woman. Animated stuff tends to vary but a lot of the older stuff from the early and mid 90′s seems to be best for that. Power Rangers is obviously on the list as well, along with The Walking Dead, Digimon, Avatar the Last Airbender, The Legend of Korra, Sherlock, Yugioh, Firefly, and off the top of my head that’s about it. Everyone always assumes I’m huge into anime as well, but I’m not actually that into it. Just not my thing.

Now video games has potential to be my longest list as it’s easily my favorite medium of story telling due to the interactivity. First off, Nintendo and Playstation are my general consoles of choice. Nothing against Xbox, I have a lot of respect for the brand but I can’t really afford to have three consoles (even though I wish I could) and Nintendo and Sony have more offerings for me personally. I also do dabble on PC a bit, but I don’t really have a high end PC and it’s mostly just for Sims. That being said, my favorite games and game series include Watch_Dogs, The Sims, Mario (mostly the “main series,” 3D games and 2D platformers but I do enjoy some of the off series stuff like Mario Kart and Mario Party as well) , Pokemon, Super Smash Brothers, The Force Unleashed series, Injustice, most of the Spider-Man games, The Last of Us, Tomb Raider, most of the Batman games, Wario Ware, The Last of Us (still haven’t played the sequel yet. Waiting to get it for cheap after seeing reviews), Days Gone, Control, Horizon Zero Dawn, No Man’s Sky, 51 Worldwide Classics for Switch, No Man’s Sky, the Tony Hawk Games (still haven’t played the new one yet), Time Splitters, The Movies, Hulk Ultimate Destruction, Zombies Ate My Neighbhors, Kirby, The Legend of Korra game (the 3d one, not the really bad one for 3DS), Donkey Kong, Street Fighter 2, Punch Out, Metal Gear Solid 5 the Phantom Pain, Sonic Heroes, and the list could go on and on.

My favorite drink is root beer or chocolate milkshakes if that counts

My favorite alcoholic drink is probably just a basic screwdriver tbh

My favorite food is Cheeseburgers, although Chicken Pot Pie is also a top contender tbh

My favorite color is green

My favorite Doctor is Eleventh obviously, but Thirteen, Two and Twelve are tied for second

Favorite companions are Amy, River (if she counts), and Donna

Favorite New Who episode is The Eleventh Hour

Favorite Classic Who story is Genesis of the Daleks

Since I’ve mentioned super heroes a lot, my favorites are Batman, Wonder Woman and Spider-Man, although Supergirl, Batgirl, Captain America, Scarlet Witch and Black Widow are also pretty high on the list.

Favorite game in the Pokemon series is X and Y

Dragonite is my favorite Pokemon

Favorite 3D Mario game is Odyssey although Sunshine would be next up on the list.

This is my only Tumblr RP blog. I also have an ask meme blog and I used to have a personal but I haven’t logged onto it in years.

I’m on discord and I do add people from Tumblr on there, but I mostly only use it for Pokemon Go tbh

I spend every Wednesday and Sunday at the local comic book shop playing Yugioh

For anyone wondering in relation to that last fact, my current competitive deck Barrier Stun. Some of my favorite casual decks that I play or have played in the past are Lightsworn, Blue-Eyes, E-Heroes, Greed, Sacred Beasts, Penguins and Six Samurai.

In the last decade I’ve moved about 3 times

I own pets! I have one dog and one cat currently, but a few years back when we lived in a more country like setting, we owned 7 cats and 2 dogs at maximum. Most of them died of old age over the last few years.

Before my current job I used to work at Walmart. Long time followers of the blog may remember that I hated it there.

I don’t have a whole lot of writing experience outside of Tumblr tbh. While I do enjoy writing on here, it’s the interactions itself that makes it fun for me and while I’ve tried to write a few things myself, it’s just not the same as roleplay.

Anyway, I just sort of wanted to do something different for munday besides just posting pictures of myself so I hope anyone who read this enjoyed it. Here’s a pic of the mun to go with it.

#munday #ooc #long post #Honestly I just felt like writing this all out for some reason

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kchuarts · 4 years

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Hungry

A/N: .... Listen... I’m lonely and this thought has been stuck in my mind all day. Plus, who wouldn’t want Loki doing this to them? ;) I mean, if that’s not your thing then that’s ok too.

!!!! IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 18 PLEASE DO NOT READ THIS AS IT IS VERY GRAPHIC. PLEASE CONTINUE SCROLLING... HAVE A NICE DAY !!!

Summary: Being at the Avengers Tower while under heavy supervision and practically unable to entertain yourself without a “babysitter” is irritating. It is especially bothersome when you are Loki and you are hornier than all Valhalla... Luckily, it seems that an opportunity has shined down upon the god when it is Astrid’s turn to watch him. Oh what fun we shall have. Avengers AU where Loki and Thor escape Thanos and yeah he doesn’t fuckin die.

CW: ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) PWP... This is basically just p*rn but written.

A very loud and frustrated sigh came from the living room of the Avengers Tower. In the room, sat the God of Mischief with his hands dragging down his handsome face. “Look Rock of Ages, it’s either you put up with having free reign of this floor or be locked up in a cold cell and restrained until we get back.” Tony raised his brows at Loki who was giving him an equally irritated look. “Is this some kind of smoldering stare off? Hate to say it, Prince of Darkness but I think Mr. Stark’s got this on you.�� Peter hung from the ceiling, anticipating the mission, on his web. Not too long ago, after their miraculous escape from the Mad Titan, Thor brought Loki to the tower and insistently pestered Tony to let Loki redeem himself and make up for what he did back in 2012, when he unwillingly attacked NY.

Reluctantly, Tony agreed due to the fact there was one other person aside from Thor who begged him: Astrid. The Billionaire always had a hard time telling his god-daughter no, especially since he saw so much of her mother in her. “Smoldering stare off? I do not suppose you would like me to join. I would win!” Thor flashed his blinding grin towards the rest of the team. “Can we just get on with it? That super group of evil scientists will have their weapon ready at any moment. We told Steve and Bucky we would be there 10 minutes ago.” Natasha stepped forth and motioned her head toward the exit. Tony looked at Peter and smirked, nudging the boy “Prince of Darkness? I like that one. How about Gloom and Doom?” He snickered alongside Peter. Loki still remained annoyed and felt Thor give him a sympathetic pat on his back “You know I can hear you Tinman. You too Spider-child.” He spat, folding his arms over his chest. Just as Peter was about to correct Loki, he flipped back to his feet and was suddenly hauled off by a rather worried looking Black Widow. “Capisicle will be fine, Nat!” Tony shouted to her as she rushed out the door.

“Now, back to what I was saying. Once you have proven that you’re not likely to kill someone at any given moment, yes even myself, then we will see about you helping out on missions.” Tony began walking with Thor out of the room and then nodded towards him, “See ya Reindeer Games.” He stepped off the balcony, his suit following up and encasing him in mid fall. “I don’t suppose you have something snarky to say to me as well, do you brother?” Loki rolled his eyes at how bold Tony could be. The blonde god only smiled at Loki and winked, “Lady Astrid will be coming to keep an eye on you if that makes you feel any better.” He threw his head back and laughed as he saw Loki’s cheeks turn slightly pink, knowing how his younger brother felt about the young woman. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t!” Thor waved him off, finally leaving the tower and Loki alone.

The dark haired prince muttered under his breath, shifting on the couch and then suddenly noticing that when Thor mentioned Astrid, he became a bit excited. Loki eyed the door then looked back down at his lap and sighed through his nose as memories of bedding the mortal woman began to plague his brain. A naughty smirk cracked across his face as he heard footsteps approaching the living area. If he couldn’t cause mischief to the Avengers, then he would most certainly enjoy causing some to Astrid and it would be to her benefit as well.

“Hey Loki!” Astrid walked in, shutting the door behind her and smiling at him. In her hands she held some plastic bags that gave off the smell of Chinese cuisine. This gave Loki a wonderful idea... Sure he was hungry, but for something other than that. “I bought us some lunch in case you’re hungry. Oh! And I bought some sweets too.” She continued babbling all the while Loki stared at her ass in that tight pencil skirt, the gears in his head turning. “Oh I am very hungry, my dear.” His eyes darkened with lust. Astrid turned around, her cheeks turning pink at the way Loki was looking at her. She bit her bottom lip and nodded, “I figured!” She gave him another smile only to have that wiped from her face as Loki was up in a flash, pinning her to the wall and caressing her face. “You said you also bought sweets?” Loki grinned down at her, licking his lips and chuckling at her shy expression “How thoughtful that you remembered I simply adore sweets.. But... There’s just one sweet I’d like at the moment.” His hand played with the hem of her cardigan.

“Yeah?” Astrid looked up into his eyes, her legs rubbing together as she knew where this was going. Loki leaned closer, his lips just barely touching hers “Skirt off, now.” He continued to look her in the eyes, smirking at her frustration of him not kissing her. Hastily, Astrid unzipped the side of her skirt, pushing it down and kicking it aside. The god angled his head and leaned into her as if to kiss her but only whispered to her “I am unaware of how long they will be, but I’d like dessert first...” He chuckled in her ear, nipping it softly. The brunette shuddered at how his voice alone made her just absolutely turned on. “Sh-Should we move this to the bedroom?” She suggested, raising a brow as Loki knelt before her. Darkened blue-green eyes flicked up at the woman above, “No. I want your legs to be shaking as I eat your pretty,” he hooks his fingers on the sides of her panties, “little” he yanks them down, “pink” and helping her step out of them “drenched” he secretly pockets her panties “pussy”.

In an instant, Astrid’s fingers grab his long dark locks, crying out softly as she feels the flat of Loki’s tongue drag across her folds. A deep growl rumbled in Loki’s chest as he saw how wet she was already. “You are not to come until I tell you, is that understood?” He grabbed the soft flesh of her thighs, placing kisses near the place she wanted his mouth most but only ghosting his lips over it. “Yes, my prince.” She squirmed a little, parting her legs a little more for him to have easier access. “That’s my good girl..” He places a kiss on her inner thigh, smirking as he only continues to tease her. One of his hands moves off her thigh, his middle and ring finger gently caressing her entrance. “You’re so fucking wet.” He turns his gaze to her pussy, beginning to take more long and languid licks. “Mmm!” Astrid’s fingers tugged slightly at his hair, soft mewls escaping her lips as Loki’s tongue continued to drag across her vagina. She cries out as she feels Loki give her sensitive clit a sharp suck “L-Loki!” she shrugs her shoulders out of her cardigan as she grew warm.

Oh how he loved the way his name sounded coming from her, it pleased him to no end. Loki once again grabbed her thighs, burying his face into her mound and sliding his tongue inside of her; the brunette squirming at the sudden sensation of being tongue fucked. The god looked up at her, breathing a little heavy as he moved his tongue around inside of her walls, savoring her taste. He wiggled his tongue, pushing the tip of it against a sweet spot of hers. “Fuck!! Loki!! Oh Fuck!!” She pulled his hair and let her head fall back a little, her chest taking on a very light shade of pink. Loki moaned against her as she pulled his hair, causing him to take his mouth off of her for a brief moment. “That’s it, sing for me my naughty little song bird..” He slipped two slender fingers slowly into her and his mouth returning to her clit to suck on it. In and out, his fingers moved at a steady pace; coated in her essence. While inside of her, he curls his fingers in a come hither motion and hitting a rough patch. Astrid begins to pant a little harder, her legs starting to shake slightly “I-I wanna come-” She whines as Loki stops sucking and grins at her. “You will come only when I grant you permission...” The pace of his fingers starts to pick up. Once more, a cry of frustration leaves Astrid as she feels that fire inside of her wanting to rupture from her. “Ah! Loki! A-Ahh!” She feels his fingers slip out of her and his mouth replaces them. Astrid moves her hips as she rides his face, the feeling of his hot tongue being too much. “P-Please! I’m gonna come! Please let me come!” She begs him, her legs trembling with the need of release.

The prince does not listen, but looks up at her to give her some sort of warning. He only continues to thrust his tongue inside of her tight, hot walls; moaning at how she tastes. Astrid does her best to keep from coming but it is becoming too much with how Loki is quite literally feasting on her pussy. Her teal orbs gaze down, pleas of desperation on her lips. Finally, Loki switches back, his fingers inside her and moving at a fast pace. “Come. Let me see you fall apart.” His thumb applying moderate pressure and rubbing her clit. Astrid whimpers his name, her hands clenching at his head and her legs giving out a little as her orgasm washes over her. Loki watches her, helping her stand up so she doesn’t fall but immediately places his mouth back on her pussy, sucking her clit. “N-No! I’m sensitive st-till!” Astrid squeaks out, her breathing now at a faster tempo. The god does not listen and continues to lick and suck at her pearl. “FUCK!! LOKI!!” she screams, her legs now giving out. Quickly, Loki helps her down and moves up, his lips now on hers. The two kissed feverishly, Loki quickly pulling his rock hard cock out and slipping it inside of her. He swallowed a cry from Astrid, beginning to move his hips as he felt her nails dig into his clothed back.

Astrid locked her legs around his waist, pulling him in more and his cock burying deeper into her. Loki pulls away to catch his breath, staring down at Astrid as he plowed into her. “So perfect for my cock. So fucking tight your pussy is sucking me in but oh it feels so good” He growls, moving his hips harder; the tip of his cock hitting Astrid’s cervix in an almost bruising way. The young woman yelped as she felt his fingers on her clit again, rubbing fast. “I-Inside me. Come inside me.” She whimpered against his lips, her third orgasm approaching fast. “Please! Ahh! LOKI!!” Her walls clamped down on his cock, earning a loud gasp from the god. “Astrid!” He groaned, pressing his forehead against hers and burying himself to the hilt as he came hard. The pair stayed like that for a moment, catching their breath and Astrid still trembling. “Are you alright?” Loki cleared his throat, looking at the woman beneath him and giving her a smile. Astrid smiles back, leaning up and giving him a soft kiss “Yes, my-”

“WHAT THE FUCK!?” Tony dropped his doughnut that he was enjoying up until he arrived back. The mission was apparently not as complicated as it seemed...“Guys go the long way around, apparently Reindeer Games decided it was a good time to be twitterpated with Clarice.” The Billionaire spoke into the comm. Loki grinned, unashamed of what he had just done and kept his eye contact with Tony as he pulled out of Astrid. “You sick son of a bitch! That’s my god-daughter!! We are gone for an hour and I have to fucking see this!? Prince of Darkness fucking my god-daughter!?” Tony now looked livid. Astrid quickly grabbed her skirt and pulled it on, standing up with some difficulty and looking around for her panties. “Well she seemed to enjoy it.” Loki wrapped his arm around Astrid’s waist and smirked as she saw her panties in his pocket. Her jaw fell a little and she pouted, looking away from him. “T-Tony just don’t worry about him. I am a grown woman... I can do as I please.” She stated. “Uhhh, hey Miss Astrid, you’ve got some stuff dripping from your legs...” Peter was sitting on the kitchen counter, munching on the food Astrid had bought. “Brother! It seems that you and Lady Astrid had a lot of fun!” Thor’s boisterous laugh filled the room. Steve and Natasha gave Astrid the look of sympathy as they had been in a somewhat similar situation and Bucky wolf whistled. The brunette’s cheeks lit up, mortified at the fact everyone could see Loki’s seed dripping down her legs. “OH GOD DAMN IT!! I’M GONNA MAKE YOU PAY FOR THE NEW FLOORING, ROCK OF AGES!!”

The end! I was being horny on main so idk how good this came out. ehehhehehhehehe

#smut #loki x astrid #lokistrid #my writing #loki fanfic #loki smut #loki x ofc #Loki Laufeyson #loki x oc #the avengers #steve x natasha #n/sfw #literally i cannot with this tho #like the image in my head is just.. can loki please actually do that to me?

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too 10 zelda games and why?

an ask? sick!! ok top 10 zelda games with reason coming up! (why cant i tag asks??)

1: skyward sword (duh)- Everything about this game is amazing, the soundtrack, the Npcs that feel like people, the puzzles, the controls, just everything! The storyline was linear, but really worth it! This might seem unpopular, but i also loved fi, from her aesthetic to her theme, hell i didnt mind her tips, no matter how many times i play through the game! People say they dont like having to fight the imprisoned/ghirahim 3 times. I loved the ghirahim fights and didnt mind doing it 3 times. And while the imprisoned was annoying, it was there because of plot consistency. The old woman says that too much power will draw it out, and if that didnt happen every time yall would be complaining about plot consistency. Skyward sword also had some of my favorite characters: Ghirahim and this version of Zelda!

2: Spirit tracks (wii u virtual console): this was my first Zelda game, I used to play it at family events with my cousin on his ds because social anxiety. You might think that i have it so high for nostalgia, and while that was the case for a while, i recently got the virtual console version, and played though it twice (you know when you do something recently it loses its nostalgia?) the soundtrack was great, i loved anjean, and zelda in that game was incredible. Taking the form of a phantom to help you, literally all of zeldas and links interactions were adorable. People said hey didnt like the touch controls and while they did take some getting used to, i adjusted kinda quickly, and when i played phantom hourglass afterwards, i kept dying cause the rolls were different.

3: Ocarina of time (3D): yes i didnt have an N64, fight me. Oot is a fan favorite, and for good reasons. It basically invented the zelda formula (if i have my release dates straight?) not counting alltp. Shiek is one of my favorite characters in anything ever, and admittedly, i did get a little sad when navi left. The soundtrack is good, but short when compared to other zelda games (that and it keeps getting taken off of youtube gdi!) again, ive never had an n64, so idk what the water temple was like back then, (i know about the iron boots gear screen) but from some of my cousins reactions, it seems to be a LOT better in the 3ds version

4: A link Between worlds: This is a really solid entry in the zelda series. Its got just enough difficulty that i dont remember literally everything, but easy enough that i can listen to something like TAZ while playing and understand whats happening in both. Ravio is a good character, though i wish you could steal for him. The items system was really cool, but i like that feeling of “whatre ya gonna get in this temple” that most zelda games have.

5. Minish cap (virtual console wii u): the minish cap is an all around pretty game. The graphics are just beautiful, the soundtrack is amazing, specially minish woods! And its got another of my fave characters, Vaati! Ezlo was also a great character, and sure the kinstones are annoying if youre tyring to 100% the game as are the figures, so this is why we dont 100% things! /s

6. Majoras Mask (3D): Disclaimer: i havent finished this, i was in ikana when my sister lost our copy of the game. But i know the story. MM is a game with only 4 dungeons, so it would seem short right? No, because of the 3 day system it takes longer than expected and wants you to plan out what youre doing. It had a lot of memorable sidequests and the masks were really fun as well. The soundtrack takes those OOT sounds and creates a whole new feel and its a heckin good time!

7. Twilight princess (wii): another game i havent finished! This time because spider scary, and im worried about encountering another one. Midna is super awesome, as is the wolf form and twilight sections, but on the wii, the controls are… awful. Anyone who complains about skyward swords motion controls has obviously never played this version of the game. Zant was cool, but then he was immediately overshadowed by ganondorf with little explanation. At least in Skyward sword ghirahim makes it clear that all he wants is demises resurrection.

8. Wind waker (HD): for a lot of people this is their favorite, but idk it just never really clicked with me. Maybe its because i saved in the wind temple and Makar vanished so i had to reset my game? The soundtrack was good, but not really my fave, and i didnt like the king of red lions all that much. But other than that, it was a pretty solid game, just not one of my faves.

9. Phantom hourglass (wii u virtual console): after i beat spirit tracks i just HAD to play phantom hourglass, and i gotta say, i was pretty disappointed… the temple of the ocean king was like the tower of spirits, but the time limit. Oh the time limit. Also they fucking nerfed tetra in this game cmon! Ceilia made navi nosies, which i found funny for some reason. Honestly, the only saving grace is linebeck. his theme is amazing, he did grow on me, and the final boss fight against him was *chefs kiss*

10: Botw (both wii u and switch): yeah i just dont really like botw all that much. Half of the soundtrack is pretty decent, but the other half is * 5 piano notes* “what you want MORE???” I didn’t like botw Zelda. At all. At best she was quirky and kinda annoying, and at worst she made me wanna slam my head into the wall. I also didnt care about the champions, no matter how much the game wanted me to. The divine beasts were pretty bad, and the shrines were just kinda tiresome. The graphics were pretty cool (THANK GOD THERE WERE NO SPIDERS) i mean its a cool game, just not a cool zelda game, ya know? Also this is the only game thats made my wii u crash. And it wasnt just one time. Do with that what you will

#loz #i figured out how to tag #lee speaks #an ask!#long post #skyward sword #spirit tracks #tp #oot #mm

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waltzofthewifi · 4 years

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Kota Chapter 23: Similarities

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Whispers broke out around the classroom after the substitute teacher, Ms Blackwood, introduced herself.

"Is Miss Bustier alright?" Rose whispered.

"All the akumas must be getting to her," Alix said.

"We should all write her an email to wish her better health," Marinette suggested.

"I'm sure she'd like that," Blackwood said.

Lila raised her hand. "Miss, can I sit in the front? I have hearing problems."

"Oh, alright," Blackwood said. "You, in the cap, can you switch with her?"

"Miss, Adrien's expressed concerns about sitting next to Lila," Alya spoke up.

"Okay, then Adrien can switch her instead."

Lila fumed, dragging her stuff up to the front row and plopping down next to Nino. She must have wanted to sit next to Adrien - and, thankfully, Alya had put a stop to that.

Adrien gave Nathaniel a warm smile before sitting next to him.

"Any other seat change requests?" When no one else spoke up, Blackwood continued on to attendance.

"Agreste, Adrien."

Lacy fidgeted in her seat, watching Blackwood as she taught. She seemed nice, and Bustier badly needed a break, but new teachers were always nerve-wracking.

"Haprele, Mylene."

"Here."

"Hatzi, Lacy."

"Here."

Blackwood's eyes briefly looked over her before continuing on.

Lacy relaxed a little in her seat.

"Rossi, Lila."

"Here."

"Alright, that's everyone." Blackwood dropped the attendance sheet back on the desk. "Now, Miss Bustier asked me to put you in groups of three for your next project, which you will spend the rest of this class time starting on." She pointed at Nino, Lila, and Sabrina. "You three together. Miss Bourgeois, you with those two." She pointed at Alix and Lacy.

Lacy grimaced. Alix had good grades, and Chloe had been trying harder to do her own work, but that didn't change the fact that they both were easily distracted. Just like Lacy.

There's a reason you want a diverse group, Lacy thought grimly.

Alya, Marinette, and Ivan were paired together, and then Mylene, Kim, and Max, and Blackwood grouped the final four together.

"Alright, so here's your topic-"

"So we're headed to your place?" Alix asked as she, Lacy, and Chloe packed up the minimal amount of work they had been doing.

"Yep, I'll tell my dad to have extra food," Lacy replied.

"Wait, I'm not going to your home," Chloe scoffed. "If we have to meet up, we're doing it at my place."

"Uh, no, I'm going to Lacy's," Alix replied. "The two of you can meet me there if you'd like."

"Whatever."

Chloe huffed and walked away.

"Are you sure?" Lacy asked. "Her place is really nice."

"Ugh, yeah, I know," Alix replied. "Places like that make me antsy."

The two girls headed for the door, and Nathaniel joined them a second later.

"How's working with Chloe?" He asked.

"Tolerable," Alix replied. "I'd much rather have your partners."

"No you don't," Nathaniel replied. "Adrien's schedule is so busy it's impossible to figure out when we can work together."

"His old man needs to lay off him," Alix said.

"Being that busy can't be good for him," Lacy agreed. "Hey, do you think Mendeleev will let me off easy on last night's homework if I say the akuma made me too nervous to work?"

"No," Alix answered. "Don't tell me you forgot again?"

"I didn't!" Lacy argued. "I remembered... just very late at night, when I was too tired to focus. I think my answers are mostly gibberish."

"So are mine," Nathaniel said. "But that's just because I didn't understand the material."

"Chemistry sucks," Lacy stated.

"Hey!"

Alya waved them over to where she and Marinette were talking near the stairs.

"We're setting up a petition to get locks put on the lockers," Marinette explained. "And we need signatures."

"Good for you," Alix said. "I need my privacy."

Lacy nodded. "Yeah, I'd feel much better keeping my camera in there if I knew it was locked." Plus, my demigod gear like nectar and ambrosia.

Nathaniel also signed the petition.

"How many signatures are you at?" Alix asked.

"Signature's for what?"

Marinette groaned as Chloe made her way over the group.

"I thought you left already?" Alix questioned.

"We're signing a petition for putting locks on lockers," Lacy answered.

Chloe huffed. "You don't need to do that. Just let me talk to my daddy, he'll make sure the school is more responsible going forward."

Marinette frowned. "There is something to be said about winning things the fair way."

Alix rolled her eyes. "That just slows us down. People are being akumatized over this, and if we can prevent that, we should!"

"Besides, we're only having a student - Chloe - make a proposition to a donor - the mayor," Alya reasoned. "That sounds fair to me."

"And I'm student with high stakes in the outcome, too," Chloe argued. "After all, I'm richer than most of the b- the students here, and I had my locker snooped in by a student before." She sent a pointed look to Alya.

"It was an investigation!" Alya argued.

"Alya," Marinette said. "For the last time, saying 'it was for an investigation' doesn't mean you can break the rules!"

"Besides, you made it up by blackmailing the principle into giving me a worse punishment," Alya argued.

"Yeah, okay, maybe that was wrong," Chloe admitted. "I'm sorry."

Alya stuttered, surprised. "Y-yeah, okay, I'm sorry too. For thinking you were Ladybug." She spoke that last part into her shoulder, but everyone could hear her still.

Lacy had to stifle a laugh. Chloe? Ladybug?

"You what?" Alix asked.

Chloe huffed indignantly.

"And for taking pictures of an already open locker," Alya finally added. "But mostly the first one."

Marinette rolled her eyes. "Come on, let's go. Ivan's waiting for us."

"Actually, Marinette, can I speak with you?" Nathaniel asked.

"Sure," Marinette replied. She turned to Alya. "Tell Ivan I'll be there in a second."

Marinette and Nathaniel walked to an empty part of the hallway, near the railing.

"What did you want to talk to me about?" Marinette asked.

"Um, well," Nathaniel stumbled. "I, uh, wanted to apologize."

"For what?"

"For the whole thing with Lila," Nathaniel said. "I, uh, I know I didn't have much reason to doubt her, but I saw how the class was beginning to, you know, exclude you and - and I should have said something about it. And I would have, except, I'm just not really good when it comes to speaking - or talking, or really anything, in front of people, but, uh, that's no excuse and I'm not trying to make an excuse I just hope you know it wasn't apathy or-or anything like that, I was just scared. I guess I'm a coward."

"You're not a coward," Marinette argued, almost instinctively. She put her hand on his shoulder. "Apologizing takes a lot of guts. And I know how much you struggle with groups and everything, and compared to how it was at the beginning of this year, you're doing great!"

Nathaniel blushed. "Thanks."

"Overcoming fear takes a lot of work," Marinette continued. "But I'm glad you talked to me. Letting people know you care about them is always a good thing."

"You're a good friend, Marinette," Nathaniel said.

"So are you," Marinette replied.

Chloe arrived at right about dinner time. She claimed she had already eaten, but still joined Lacy, her family, and Alix at the dinner table.

Chloe and Elizabeth instantly hit it off, talking about fashion. Alix and Lacy's father constantly had to ask Lacy what they were talking about.

Eventually, Alix had enough.

"Okay, everyone," she announced. "We're done with that topic. Let's talk about something else - like sports!"

After dinner, the three of them worked on their project for about an hour before Lacy stood up and announced she was done.

"Let's watch a movie or something," she said. "Like Tangled."

"No," Alix vetoed. "We watched Tangled last time. I get to choose!"

"I'm the guest, I should get to choose," Chloe argued. "And I choose... Wonder Woman."

"Finally, someone with taste," Alix replied. "Wait, did I just agree with Chloe?"

Lacy rolled her eyes, but had to admit she was outvoted.

"Alright, want to watch it down here or up in my room?" Lacy asked.

Alix shrugged. "Either way works for me."

"Your room," Chloe replied. "Assuming your bed is soft. These chairs are entirely too hard."

"My room it is."

Lacy grabbed her laptop and headed up to her room, Alix and Chloe behind her.

"You know, I'm surprised you're staying," Alix admitted.

Chloe paused. "Yeah. Me too."

Lacy looked over her shoulder. "Well, don't scare her off now."

About three minutes into the movie, everything lost power.

"What?" Lacy asked. "Why would the apartment losing power affect the laptop unless - akuma."

She flopped back against her pillow with a groan.

Next to her, Alix grinned. "Regretting moving to Paris yet?"

"And not get the chance to meet you?" Lacy replied. "Never."

Lacy could feel Chloe on her other side moving, and hear her nails click against the phone as she checked for power.

Eventually she gave up and threw the phone down on the ground.

"Now what?"

"Well, we could take this opportunity to tell dark secrets," Alix suggested. "What dark secrets do you have, Chloe?"

"You're being ridiculous," Chloe said. "Utterly ridiculous!"

Lacy laughed. "Maybe she is. But I have a secret."

"Ooh what is it?" Alix asked.

"I actually like movies without romance," Lacy replied.

Alix gasped dramatically. "For real? After all this time insisting that a movie needed romance to be good?"

Lacy chuckled. "Yeah. But don't tell anyone."

"Promise," Alix replied. "Let's see... I have lots of secrets, but are there any about me? Oh yeah, I'm terrified of spiders."

"Really?" Chloé asked. "I was starting to think you were fearless."

"Uh uh," Alix disagree. "I hate spiders. But I think they hate me back, so it's even. Alright, you're turn, Chloe."

"Ugh, fine," Chloe said. "Let's see - well, it's not a secret anymore, but what Lila said about my dad not actually being my biological father is true."

"I thought so," Alix said. "You probably figured that out too, right Lacy?"

"Yeah," Lacy agreed. "I could tell in the face you made when she said that."

"So it doesn't count."

Lacy elbowed Alix. "It still should. It takes trust to say something like that."

"Less trust, more boredom," Chloe replied. "But if you want to know a secret I've never told anyone - not even Adrien or Sabrina - the truth is, I have two biological mothers."

"Now that's interesting," Alix said.

"I've never met the other one, though," Chloe continued.

Wait... wait wait wait wait wait.

"Lacy?" Chloe prompted nervously.

"Huh? Yeah, sorry, just thinking," Lacy said. "You both know I've never met my mother either. And I know someone with two biological fathers."

"Okay, that is weird," Alix replied. "Who would even...?"

"I don't know." The world or Greek mythology was just Like That sometimes.

"Let's change the topic," Chloe said. "If you had any super power, what would you have?"

"I think Ladybug's or Spider-Man's would be cool," Alix replied. "The Spider-Man who's webs occur naturally, of course."

"You want to swing around Paris?" Lacy asked.

"Uh huh," Alix replied. "It looks so fun!"

"It is," Chloe said. "I did it, a little, as Queen Bee. What about you, Lacy?"

"Huh," Lacy replied. "I never thought about it." Charmspeak was the first thought, but as cool as it was, Lacy didn't know what to do with it.

"Water manipulation," Lacy settled on. "No - flight. Or fire powers. No, I'd stick with flight."

"Flight would be cool," Chloe agreed. "I should have been able to fly. I'm the bee hero, after all."

"Yeah, why doesn't Ladybug have wings?" Alix questioned. "I mean, she's Ladybug."

"Honestly, her whole suit is a little plain," Lacy admitted.

"Hey! That's Ladybug you're talking about," Chloe said.

"Yeah," Alix agreed. "She should have, like, Marinette or Nathaniel redesign it."

"Definitely," Lacy agreed.

"Whatever," Chloe said. "Ugh, Lacy can you help me with my hair? It's starting to get messy."

"How? It's so dark I have no idea where my hairbrush is."

"Finger comb it or something."

Chloe shifted so that she was sitting up, and Lacy pushed herself up and behind her.

"You don't actually have to do it, you know," Alix commented.

"I don't mind."

Lacy stumbled to find Chloe's hair, and slowly she began to finger comb through it.

"If I sing, will it light up for me?" Lacy teased.

"Of course," Chloe replied. "Don't you know my hair is magical?"

Lacy chuckled.

The bed creaked as Alix adjusted her position. "How long do you think this akuma will last?"

"Ladybug can handle it easily," Chloe said. "I give it five minutes, tops."

"I wonder what kind of akuma it is," Lacy said. "Does it just drain electricity?"

In the distance, something went bang. Lacy jumped.

Chloe snickered. "You-"

"- startle easy? Yeah, so you've said."

No one knew exactly how long it took for Ladybug to defeat the akuma, but they agreed it was somewhere between five minutes and an hour.

When the power was restored, Chloe texted her chauffeur to pick her up, and Alix reported that her dad would be picking her up.

"We'll have to finish the movie another time," Chloe decided, when her limo rolled up. "See you later."

Alix's dad showed up a few seconds later, and was invited in for a minute before they headed off.

"You're family settling in okay?" He asked Mr. Hatzi while Alix and Lacy finished cleaning up upstairs.

"Yes," Mr. Hatzi replied. "Lacy's made a ton of new friends at school, and Elizabeth loves her job."

"And the akumas?"

"A little harder to adjust to," Mr. Hatzi replied. "I admit, I worry about Lacy. Especially with as many akumas as there have been at her school lately."

"Yes," Mr Kubdel agreed. "Alix acts like she's not bothered, but I know better. Especially when it's one of her classmates. When Nathaniel was akumatized... well, that wasn't a pleasant experience for her, even if she never actually saw it. And then there was Jalil - her brother. I - that's not something any of us are forgetting."

"I just hope this doesn't last long," Mr Hatzi admitted.

"It will," Mr. Kubdel said. "I mean, think about it. There's almost no known way to track Hawkmoth except on the rare occasions he himself shows up. And if the only way to stop the akumas is to stop him - well, who knows how long this will last?"

"That's a very pessimistic view," Mr Hatzi. "Though I don't know enough to say if it's wrong."

"Alright, I'm ready." Alix bounded down the steps, followed by Lacy. "Let's go."

#kota #my writing #pjo fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraculous ladybug #I really should try to tag each chapter the same shouldn't i

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The Female Spider-Man; Part Seven (Peter Parker x Reader)

Summary; the second fight came around and after the talk between Peter and Y/N, they see a better future, so they really push throw to get answers. As well as they get a lot closer with each other...

Warning; some FFH spoilers, swearing, fluff, some sus stuff

Word Count; 2.9k

A/N; I’M SERIOUSLY SO SORRY FOR NOT PUTTING THIS OUT SOON! I just needed a few days (or at least a day) to write this chapter and to make it really good (I HOPE YOU GUYS AGREE) I’ll most likely take a few days to write and post new chapters for FSM, but I’ll also be working on other things too ;)

It was the next day. Y/N didn’t say anything to George about their conversation, only talking about the fight and what was going to come next. The story was all over the news and reasonably people were in fear. Peter was still figuring out how he feels towards Y/N. They both believed that they couldn’t be together because of their two different lives, but Peter had hope that he could be with her.

Happy took out everyone for breakfast so they can talk of their findings. They went downstairs and sat down. The table was round so Y/N was sat between Peter and George, George sitting next to Shawn and Shawn sitting next to Happy. George was writing something in his notebook, Y/N trying to look at it.

“George… what have you been writing?” Y/N asked as everyone was talking among themselves.

“This morning… I found something unusual… I was looking at the grid where Yeva would be hiding in Chinatown and notices something off… then I saw this,” George grabbed his phone and opened Instagram to pull up Henry’s page. It was posted less than 6 hours ago and the location tagged was Chinatown. “But look,” George said as he zoomed in the photo, seeing a blonde woman in the background with a black box. Y/N raised her eyebrows. “That is Yeva and that box is used for mind control. Henry’s pupils are dilated and his eye color is much darker… Yeva is using your boyfriend- I mean ex-boyfriend for god knows what,” George whispered.

“What do we do?” Y/N asked.

“While you and Peter fight, I’ll locate Henry and see what his deal is and see if Henry could help us…” George said Y/N looked down at her plate and sighed.

“Why are we helping him?” Y/N asked

“So no more people can be brainwashed and so another person won’t try and attack… I get it, you still love Henry and it hurts, but he could know something that Happy or Peter might not know. I’ll be doing all the talking, don’t worry,” George smiled as he wrote something else.

“For the record, you know that’s not the case,” Y/N laughed.

“Ah… Peter,” George whispered, trying to be quiet.

The rest of the breakfast was nice and quiet. Everyone went back to their hotel rooms to get ready for the second fight. This time it would possibly be more dangerous than the last one. Y/N put her electric suit on, knowing that she needs the extra damage.

George told Happy about the Henry situation and they figured out out the best place to sneak in the area to find him and to serve as a distraction for Yeva if she was in Chinatown. George geared up and made his way as Peter and Y/N swang to Chinatown. Due to Y/N suit, she couldn’t swing efficiently swing herself, so Peter grabbed her and swang them both to the location. Y/N seeing the city view from Peter’s perspective. She wishes she wasn’t heading to a fight with Peter but a romantic dinner instead.

As the dropped a block from Chinatown to scop out the area and to see if any suspicious activity is around, Peter grabbed Y/N’s hand. “What are you doing?” Y/N asked with a chuckle in her voice, not wanting to let go.

“I need you close to me, I don’t want anything bad to happen before we get there,” Peter said, clearly lying throw his teeth.

“You’re great at lying,” Y/N laughed.

“No, I’m telling the truth!” He said. Y/N squeezed Peter’s hand.

“I’ve seen it all Spider-Man,” She whispered as she began to walk, dragging Peter behind her. Y/N let go as she senses something with her tingle, stopping in her path. She stood still as Peter could feel something was off ass well. “I have a feeling something is close…” Y/N spoke almost in a whisper. Y/N squat down and felt the ground. It was extremely cold. “I think something is in this building, Peter,” Y/N said turning to a shot a few feet away from them.

“I think you’re right,” Peter agreed as Y/N walked to the door and gently opened it, careful to not make a noise. No one was in the shop, not a soul in sight.

“What’s with these Urkianan spys and making things be dead silent?” Y/N asked looking around the sushi restaurant. Peter shrugged his shoulders as he took a step ahead of Y/N who went another direction. “Look that way and see if you see anyone or anything,” Y/N suggested. “I’ll go into the kitchen,” Y/N in one swift move went to the kitchen doors and went inside as Peter looked to throw the dining halls. Y/N peaked her head in to see no one, so she went a little further in.

A mess was left behind of fish and rice and other ingredients. It looked as if the end of the world was happening in one of those blockbuster movies. Y/N took off her mask, clenching it in her fist as she looked at every inch of the back and kitchen. Pots and pans littered the counters.

Y/N tiptoed her way past the pans, trying her very hardest to not make a noise, just in case someone was in here. She saw order tickets and went to see if anything was off with them, or to see when the last time this ghost town of a restaurant was serving people.

It was odd, they were surviving guests just 2 hours ago. What made it so dead? The door was unlocked and the sigh said opened. Y/N saw one slip that caught her eye. Y/N picked it up. The words in red ink that bleed throw the page read; dyvitʹsya vnyz i pravoruch. Y/N looked at it with slim eyes, confused. She picked it up and went back to the dining area to find Peter. Y/N tried to get Happy on the other end to see if he could get translate what it said.

“Peter,” Y/N called the slip in one hand and her mask in the other. Peter turned. “Do you know Ukrainian?” Y/N asked giving him the slip, trying to get Happy to answer her.

“No…” Peter answered.

“Can you get Happy on the line? Maybe he can give us a lead,” Y/N directed.

“Yes, of course,” Peter said as he pulled out his phone. “Happy… can you hear me?” Peter asked.

“Yes, something happened to my line I can’t see where you are at. Shawn and I are trying to fix it, but I think something or someone knows you’re in there… Get out and head to the Lemon Ballroom,” Happy was in a panic, Peter’s face went pale. Y/N listened and took his phone.

“Happy… before we leave we found a slip and it reads dyvitʹsya vnyz i pravoruch… please tell us what that means,” Y/N asked.

“That means ‘look down under and to your right’... The Lemon Ballroom has a basement… that’s probably what it means. Goodbye… I’ll see if I can connect back to your suits,” Happy said as ending the call.

“What do we do know?” Y/N asked. “I feel like something is up here,”

“Go to the Lemon Ballroom, I guess,” Peter looked at the paper once more and gave it to Y/N who shoved it in a pocket. Peter looked at Y/N and grabbed her hand, basically pulling her out of the building as they both ran down the street. Y/N tried to pull her mask over her face, but doing it with one hand was a bit difficult so it just was barely over her eyes.

Down the street, they saw the building, but like the park, not a soul was around. Peter and Y/N stopped in their tracks to see a man dressed similarly to the other man in the park, but much paler.

“You got my note?” The man with a thick Ukrainian accent asked.

“Yes. What does it mean?” Y/N asked with a stern voice, taking off her mask.

“You’ll find out soon enough,” He said as another swarm of men with guns surrounded them.

Y/N turned to Peter as he took off his mask too. “Peter, stay sticky,” Y/N smiled without hesitation she grabbed Peter’s face and kissed him. Tasting the strawberries from his lips from breakfast. Peter was in shock but he let it happen as he kissed her back. Time slowed down as they melted into the kiss. Y/N pulled away as she began to run from Peter, putting her mask on and shotting her electric webs at them. Peter snapped out the moment, still unsure as he joined the fight

George went to the restaurant were Peter and Y/N left. He believed that ether Henry or Yeva was somewhere in the building. It was still dead, but he knew Peter and Y/N just left. George had his gun on hip, ready to pull it out at any given chance.

George saw a door that didn’t lead to the kitchen. He assumed something was down there. He opened the door as he raised his weapon, going down the stairs. “Hello?” George yelled, hoping for a response. He went down a long hall, the lights flickering on and off. George heard knocking on a door, George raised his eyebrows and moved to the door that he heard the knocking from. He moved his body to the right and put his hand on the door nob. Opening the door the room was completely dark beside a blue glowing light. George raised his gun higher, looking for a light switch. He found it and turned it on. In the middle of the room where Henry sat in a chair, tied up and passed out.

“Oh my god,” George said in shock seeing his once friend in that state. George rushed over to Henry and shaking him to wake up. “Wake up!” He shouted. His eyes sprung open as George pulled out the rag from his mouth. Henry seemed to in panic, unsure of where it was.

“Where am I? G-George is that you?” Henry asked as George tried to untie Henry from the chair.

“Do you remember anything from the past 10 hours?” George asked.

“I… It’s not safe… Get out of here. Where is Y/N?” Henry asked.

“Saving herself and Peter… here hurry before we fuck ourselves over with this one. Stay behind me,” George helped Henry up as he tried his best to stay awake. But Henry passed out one more before getting to the stairs. George sighed as he put Henry over his shoulder. Dragging him up the stairs, he saw the women in the picture. No one else just her. It was Yeva

“Ha!” She laughed, hands on her hips. “You found my secret weapon… Y/N little hook up. I know it’s not him you want… but this,” Yeva pulled out a black box. “Want this?” She asked as George slammed Henry on a table to try to get the box from her.

“You fucking bitch!” He screamed using his force to throw himself at Yeva, dodging him and his fist.

“If you want it so badly, Y/N and Peter can get it from me at Lemon Ballroom on Friday night. Make sure you wear your best costume,” Yeva laughed as she vanished. George was confused as Henry woke up again. Ah, a costume party fight?

Luckily no one got blown up or scratched up too badly, just s bloody nose from Y/N. George brought back Henry to the hotel room to see if he could give them any information, but he couldn’t think about anything. Y/N was a bit pissed to see her ex-boyfriend waltzing in, especially after she kissed Peter thinking she was going to die. George explained what Yeva said to everyone and Y/N was tired of all of it.

After everyone fell asleep, Y/N went to the bathroom and changed into a swimsuit, she needed to relax for a moment even at 2 AM. She took a towel and quietly shut the door making her way to the elevator. Y/N felt like a 16-year-old sneaking off away from her parents, but she knew she needed some time to swing and think.

As she made her way to the empty pool area, she dipped her toes in the hot tub that was next to it. She loved it. She looked out of the glass ceiling, looking at the stars and the moon the shined. She wished she could be with Peter and not have to stress about her double life. She wished she could talk to Back again about her problems and about her crushes but she knew she could never have those days again. She wondered if she screwed things up with Peter by kissing him before fighting. They barely talked after taking down Ihor, the other man that was by Yeva.

Y/N sunk down, her head centimeters to her chin as she began to lightly sob to herself. She felt pitiful but she knew she had to come undone for a second. She whipped her tears away as she pulled herself back up, watching the steam rise from her chest. She closed her eyes and started to think about everything.

Hearing footsteps, Y/N opened her eyes in panic but say her curly-haired friend from the fight come near. “What brings you here?” Y/N asked as Peter stopped at the steps of the hot tub and sat down, only putting his legs in.

Peter titled his head, smiling. “I saw you were missing… heard the door from your room close and saw you in a swimsuit. I hope you don’t mind I join you,” Peter smiled as he bit his lip, nervous. Y/N smiled with her eyes as she made her way to Peter, putting her arms on his lap.

“You know I don’t care,” She whispered. “Why don’t you dive right in and join me. The water is much nicer from her,” Y/N winked as made her way back to her original spot. Peter lowered himself into the water, across from Y/N.

“Why go alone?” Peter asked.

“I just needed a moment to catch my breath and not worry about ether of my lives and now my dumbass ex is here… I feel like vomiting. I just… Nevermind it’s stupid,” Y/N back peddled, looking at the bubbles the hot tub was making.

“Nothing you say is stupid, you know that? In fact, I think everything you say is beautiful and I could hear you speak for hours,” Peter filtered making Y/N’s cheeks burn.

“You really think that Parker?” Y/N asked with a twinkle in her eye.

“Yea I do… now, what were you saying?” He asked.

“I just need a moment to feel normal and to feel alive! I honestly thought I was going to die and honestly a little part of me wished he’d shot me for good. I always lived this double life as a shape-shifting pop star that everyone wants to get to me just so they can get something. All those parties and concerts are nice, but there are people who know one side of me, not all angles and I’m just… tried. That’s why I’m so happy I have George… and you, Peter. You don’t treat me as Y/N fucking Y/L/N, the pop star. You don’t ask me for a shout out or ask me if you could meet someone else. You just wanted to meet me. I guess… I guess that’s why I like you,” Y/N ranted, avoiding eye connect with Peter. Peter made his way to Y/N and put a finger on her chin, making her look at him.

“You’re amazing… I wouldn’t imagine living that life. I’m glad we’re in each other’s life. I… can I should crazy for a moment?” Peter asked as Y/N nodded. “I really want to be with you. Not for any other reason other then you’re a talented, beautiful and smart girl that knows me in a different way than any MJ. If it wasn’t for you this past attacks, I’d probably have died. Our spidey tingle really connects us,” Peter laughed as Y/N let out a chuckle. “I know a hot tub might be a bad time to ask, or before spies costume party, but would you like to go out on a date with me?” peter asked with his boyish wounder. Y/N’s face formed a big dorky smile.

“Yes… I would love that,” Y/N smiled. “Also I wanted to state you’re a really good kisser,” Y/N laughed.

“You are too…” Peter looked into Y/N’s eyes as he leaned in, kissing Y/N once again. Y/N got on top of Peter as they connected lips. Both of them feeling happy and feeling as fireworks were exploding in the background. For one in Y/N’s life, she felt like she didn’t have to hide with Peter, that she can be whoever she wants to be.

“Hey! The pool is closed! Go get a room!” An old man yelled as Y/N got off of Peter, laughing as they got out of the hot tub, wrapping themselves up with the towel. Peter grabbed her hand as they rushed out of the pool house and going into the elevator pushing all the buttons.

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker au #peter parker angst #peter parker imagine #peter parker smut #tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tom holland au #tom holland smut #spiderman #spiderman x reader #spiderverse

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