Sweeney

   "Ugh, too much damn paperwork..." I state as I go through the seemingly endless slog of articles that are balanced precariously on my cramped desk. I press the heel of my hands into my washed out eyes, The lack of feeling makes my shoulders sag. as i should be angry with the co-worker who dumped all of their paperwork for their case down on me. It was an 'easy case' and a cheerful, 'you'll have it done in no time!' That drained all of the energy I once had when I walked through the steel, double doors. I stand up with effort and sigh in relief as my knees and ankles crack into place. My eyes widen as I look down at the small alarm clock on my desk, I had worked through two of my breaks and my lunch. 

  Great. I walk over to the door of my office and out to the break room where a few stragglers remain after their breaks. The intense smell of cigarettes and something else foul smacks me in the face as i open the doors. All of the people look over and give a forced smile. None of my co-workers liked me, not even the supposed 'yes' man, Rodney. The looks they give me feel like knifes were driven in my back, I know why they hate me. I've heard the whispers, 'Lawyers slave', 'Firms pet' and many more. I walk over to the only fridge in the entire building and pull out an empty container with my name written on the lid. I was looking forward to my lunch today. I had a self-made alfredo that I had the night before, not the kind one can buy in a jar, a homemade Alfredo sauce put over home made noodles with chicken. I stand there looking at the container in a blank stare, I was always taught not to say anything if I had nothing good to say. But the flood of anger and contempt for my peers was growing faster than my own thoughts. My grip tightens on the container, as I look back at the people I share the same room with. 

   

  "Oh, sorry. I thought that was what my wife packed me, she has very similar hand writing." It was Samul that spoke up, his Boston accent lilting as he spoke in mock sympathy. His mouth is quirked up in a prideful smirk as he walks closer with a swagger in his step, as if he fell a deer. 

  My breathing picks up as my thoughts swirl in my head, my overactive imagination, imagining what I could do to him. Strangle him with his tie, tackle him and stomp his face in, gouge his eyes out with my spoon. Something primal falls over my mind as I take a step closer towards him. My eyes must have gave something away as he takes a step back with a strange look on his face, all of that arrogance gone and is replaced by a outward look of fear. 

  I take another step forward. 'I could stab my fork into his throat, it would shut him up.' 

  "Hey, are you okay?" 

  The sound of my employers voice stops the thoughts and pulls that primal blanket of feeling off of my head and I look over towards the older man. He is the nicest man in the business, the man who saw potential in me while everyone else only saw a woman with nothing. "Uh, Sir?"

  "I asked if you were okay?" The worry in his voice evident, as he knows how my peers treat me like a personal rug. His wispy hair and old blue eyes ooze comfort and remind me of my grandpa. 

  "Um, No Sir. I feel Ill, do I have the permission to head home?" I needed to head home before i do something I regret. 

  "Yes, you can head home, just don't forget to double check you logged in everything."

His voice helps to ground me to reality and I nod my head. I walk out of the break room with a rush to my gate as the need to move push me forward. I walk back to my cramped office and back what was supposed to be my lunch into my bag. I sit back down and check all of the information one last time before logging off. The chair groans as I stand up from it. I take a breath as my head falls onto the desk. I feel so tired, yet so pumped. My body itches to move, to run.

Yet my head feels like a pound of lead. Maybe I am getting sick…

I huff as I stand up, with my bag. I ignore all the looks I’m given as I walk right out the door to my car. The sound of the ignition turning lites my heart on fire as the old engine roars to life. A thrill I lost long ago fills my head, I grin maniacally. The music turns on and the song ‘Iron’ by Woodkids fills the car. The percussion takes my heart as I put on my seat belt and shift the gear and rip out of my parking spot. I floor the pedal as I rush to the exit onto the highway. I look around my breathing picks up as I watch the other cars whizz by. I catch a clear spot and gun my old baby down the highway. I gasp as the speed picks up fast. I can feel my heart thrumming throughout my body as a feeling of euphoria fills my head. A loud smile crosses my face as I revel in my new feelings.

The drive back to my house is much faster than normal and felt better. I turn into the courts of my apartment complex and drive slowly down the streets and turn into my driveway. I park my car, grab my things and head inside, in a tired daze from my drive and the emotional rollercoaster that I was on. I open my door and lock it behind me.

The sound of a meow pulls me out of my daze, I smile as I see my black cat strut his way over and rub against my legs. His green eyes stare up at me, and blink slowly.

“Hello, my Lugh.” I reach down and pet him with a smile. “You’ve kept the house safe?”

He meows back as he walks back to his sunny spot.

I hang my purse and coat on the hooks and strip my heels off. I groan in relief as my feet hit the floor. “God, I hate those things.”

I walk over to my small bedroom and pull my fluffy pajamas out of the drawers and walk over to my bathroom, I strip down and take a nice, long, hot shower. I quickly dry off and change into my pajamas I walk out while brushing my hair and walk into the kitchen and grab a bag of pumpkin seeds. I reach into one the higher cupboards and pull down a bottle of aged Redbreast whiskey and a rather large glass. With my prizes I settle down into a plush arm chair. I set my liquor to the side and reach for my favorite book, its cover is worn with age and the pages are yellowed and bent from the continuous dog earring. The cover is a worn green and the gold lettering has faded but can still be read. ‘Irish Folklore And Fairytales’.

I reach over and pour myself a glass and open up the book to my previous place. The book starts off with a new chapter labeled ‘Leprechauns’.

   The night flies by as I lose myself in the emerald groves and the wistful magic. The feeling of peace overtakes my whole body as I linger between the two planes of dreams and reality. I jump when I hear my cat purring beside me. I look over and close the book in my lap. The glass in my hand now dry, as I set the book down. I smile as I reach down and pet Lugh. “I love you my boy.”

   “…I love you too, my human.”

   “Alright it’s time for bed.” *I stand up a little wobbly on my legs as I trudge up to my room I walk into the bathroom brush my teeth as my mind replays the myth on leprechauns. They loved cream and bread, humans used to leave a plate of freshly baked bread and a bottle of cream at their window sill. If a leprechaun saw it, and liked the bread its said they would leave a lucky coin on the window sill. An image of my grandmother leaving a loaf of bread and a bottle of cream on the sill flashes by.

   In my tipsy haze I tell myself why not? I could use a little luck.. I finish with my nightly routine and walk back down to the kitchen and grab a loaf of rosemary and cheese bread I had made the day before and one of the bottles of half and half I have in my fridge and walk up to my room. I open up my window and set the loaf of warm, untouched bread wrapped in aluminum foil. I also set the bottle of half and half next to the bread and close the window but for a small crack. I walk over and turn off the light and tuck myself into bed, hoping that what my grandmother did works for me as well. 

Fairy Tail x reader

    A woman of rather small stature, and honey hair. Walks along the bustling streets of magnolia, with a sway in her step. She happily hums a tune, that was played in her childhood. A look of pure happiness crawls onto her face, as her mind drifts off onto her rather rowdy family. She speeds up her pace, with unbound less energy. She quickly makes it to the front of her families home. She walks up and places her ear on the door, she hears the beginning of a brawl. As some harsh words were being tossed around, between a low, grumpy voice. And a loud, obnoxious voice. She moves to the side of the door, and looks through one of the windows, to see a boy with pale pink hair shouting at a man in nothing but boxers. Tears spring to her eyes at the scene. 

"I'm finally home. Its been so long." 

    She falls on to the ground in front of the building. She grabs her face to try and stop the tears. Her tears fall onto a mark on her bare midriff, The same symbol on the front of the building. That she cries in front of: 

                                                                  "FAIRY TAIL" 

After an hour, her tears have dried. Her face has lost its blush, she stands on wobbly feet. She secures herself against the wide double doors. She bends down to gather her things. 

  "They probably won't remember me, I hope Master Makarov will." 

She hesitantly knocks on the door. A sweet voice shouts above the noise of the brawl. 

  "Coming!"  

The sound of heels clicking against the wooden floor, sound off closer. When the sound stops, the door abruptly swings open to reveal. A woman with a magenta colored dress, edged with a pale pink bows. With white hair, pulled into a high ponytail. With a kind closed eyed smile. 

  "Welcome, to Fairy Tail. How may we help you?" 

  "I would like to speak to Master Makarov." She lets out a long sigh. The woman opens the doors and walks back into the building. The honeyed hair woman walks forward. A few of the members of said guild. Stopped and stared, at the small statured woman. As she walks in her eyes drift over to the wooden bar, with an odd number of stools. 

'Still the same, I see.' 

 She walks over to the bar and takes a seat. She nervously taps on the wooden surface, as she waits to see an old friend. The door opens and in walks a very short old man no taller than four foot in height. He jumps up on the table, and sits cross-legged, facing said woman.  

  "You said you wanted to see me?" 

The woman turns around to face, one of her oldest friends. The old man looks at her in confusion.

  "Have I really changed that much over the years?" 

The old man looks puzzled. 

  "No I'm sorry to say, I don't believe I've ever met you." 

She looks back at the smaller man, Her face, and eyes furrowed in concentration. Her eyes widen, as her face lights up a fond memory. That would surely bring something back to his mind. 

  "I remember when I got my guild mark, you were constantly saying that there was no way to make a guild mark that was big enough to cover my stomach. Yet, Mavis found a way to expand the size of the guild mark with her power. I remember how bad you were blushing when I first showed off the guild mark." 

I look back to see the old man, with a look of shock on his face. Tears roll down his face. 

  "E..Evy?.. Is it really you?" 

As soon as he began to say her name, she smiles with such joy. 

  "Yep, Its me Spikey!" 

She opens up her arms wide for a hug, The old man walks over and gives Evy a hug, his head falling into her well-developed breasts. 

  "I thought you had died!! What happened to you?!?!" 

  "Its a very long story. That I will get into later, so why don't you introduce me to your 'children' as you call them?" 

He quickly stands up and shouts to the guild members 

  "Let's have a Party! An old family member is back!" 

The whole guild shouts in approval, as the pink haired man from before runs over to Evy, like a child that has had too much candy. A wide grin sits on his face, showing off pointed teeth. 

  "SO, what's your name?"

  "Evy Ere. What is yours?" 

  "I'm Natsu Dragneel, I'm a Fire dragon slayer. What's your magic?"

  "I'm a Spirit slayer." 

The man cocks his head to the side. As a woman with blonde hair walks up behind him, along with a woman wearing a silver breast plate. 

  "Well, I can make my spirit tangible, and use it to fight. Like a sword, hale bard, or a shield. I can also turn the spirit into a living thing such as a dragon, bull, scorpion, and so on." 

  "WOW, that sounds awesome!!!" 

  "When were you in the guild? For someone your age I must have met you at some point. Yet, I don't ever remember seeing your face." 

I look over to the woman in armor with stunning red hair.  

  "I presume you must be Erza Scarlet, correct?" 

She nods her head. She walks over to me. And starts to point out the group that has now surrounded me. 

  "That is Grey Fulbuster" 

She points at the man wearing nothing but boxers. He waves his hand, in reply. 

"That is Gajeel Redfox." 

She points to a man wearing mostly black, with piercings littering his face. He smirks at me. She then points to the woman behind Natsu 

"That is Lucy." 

She looks around for a moment, and points to a flying blue cat above Natsu eating a fish. 

  "And, that is Happy. If you do not wish to speak of your past it is perfectly fine, we all have somethings we wish to forget."  

I look back at her with a kind smile. 

  "Thank you for understanding."

Grey, stares intently at me. Natsu moves closer and starts to look around at my body. I smile nervously. 

  "Looking for something, Natsu?" 

  "Where is your guild mark?" 

  "Oh, Its on my stomach. Want to see it?" 

I lift up the bottom part of my shirt, to reveal a large red fairy tail mark stretching across the middle of my stomach. 

  "Why did you put it there?" 

  "Well, when I am fighting I have a battle clothing that reveal my stomach. When I first joined the guild I didn't wear a shirt, I found it a hassle, So I only wore a bra. But, now. I'm thinking of moving it."

  "Why?" 

  "I have a lot of scars on my stomach, that I feel a little self-conscious about. But, I'll make that choice later. For now, all I want to do is party!" 

                                                                         * * *

    After a full day of partying, the guild settles down. A happy silence falls over the guild. Ivy, still sitting at the bar, stands up with a loud sigh. She looks over to the left of the building to find a staircase. 

  "Hey Makarov? Who are the new set of s-class wizards?" 

The old man looks up from his drink, with tears in his eyes, still. These tears were different though, These tears were a mixture of sadness and happiness.  

  "What's wrong? Did I do something to upset you?"

  "Not at all, Evy."

He wipes the tears off in his sleeve. 

  "There are three S-class wizards. Laxus, My grandson, Erza Scarlet, and Mirajane, here."

Evy looks at the older man in shock. 

  "You have a GRANDSON NOW?!?! I didn't think I was gone for that long! I've got to meet him, where is he?" 

The old man looks down into his mug. 

  "I don't think that is a good Idea right now, especially with how he acts." 

  "Oh, come on. He can't be any worse than you were."

  "You would think, right?"

  "Well, I'm going up." 

The old man Stares her down she looks back with equal ferocity, seeing as he can't win this battle. He waves his hand in approval. A bright smile appears on the woman's face. She quickly dashes over to the stairs and makes it up in record time. She looks around the area, until a man with striking yellow hair enters her vision. He sits quietly snoring away, upon closer inspection of the man's face. She sees a skin tone that she knows all too well. A pale pink scar in the shape of a lightning bolt is placed onto his right eye. She steps back to get a full look of the burly man before her. Two muscled arms cross his built chest, leading up to a thick neck.

 'Very muscular.' 

She tip-toes back over to the stairs, when she hears a low grumble. The floor creaks, as she turns around to look a the tall man. His eyes land on the small framed girl. His once sleepy eyes turning cold, He begins to walk over to her.

  "Your, not supposed to be up here, twerp. This floor is only meant for the strong."

  "And whose to say I'm not strong?"

The small woman crosses her arms In a sassy stance. 

  "Says me." 

He walks closer, he stops a few inches away from the woman. The size difference clearly evident. He quickly shoves the woman down the stairs. Only for the woman to quickly catch herself on the rails. She uses the momentum, from swinging herself forwards and hurls her fist at his face. The impact of the hit, sends the man flying backwards. Leaving a decent size crash in his wake. She looks him dead in the eye, with a face that reads, I'm pissed.

  "I am a A-class wizard higher than you, you would have known that if you would've asked before you let you temper speak for you."

pirate Temptress x BNHA

    The sound of a ship creaking, and waves rocking a ship is the first thing she can recognize. The next sense to adjust is her sight, the shapes of a few boxes and faint candlelight draw her eye's attention. It was still too dark to see much of anything else, she was most definitely on a ship, but how? How did she get here? but before she can ask another question the sound of shouting echo's throughout the ship, along with the sound of singing. The song sounded so familiar..... It was all too familiar for her comfort, as soon as her eyes partially adjust to the dim light. She looks down at herself to see a white puffy shirt, with black form-fitting pants and a turquoise shash that was wrapped snugly around her thick hips. It would've trailed behind her when she walked, she smiles at the outfit loving the way it made her look. She looked older Like she was a young adult, but most definitely bigger, and taller. Deciding that sitting around wasn't going to help her, she tries to stand up only to fall onto her side. She tries to break her fall with her hands, only to find that they were tied behind her back by very thick ropes. She was stumped until an Idea popped into her head. She went back to trying to stand up and once she got to her feet, a loud bang stopped her thought process. She looked up at the sound to see a man with spikey ash blonde hair and red eyes, standing in the stairwell, the doorway behind him shining brightly on him signaling that it was either early morning or midday. He walks down the stairs towards her, as he gets closer she can see more distinguishing details. A strong nose and a pointed chin, he was wearing a set of rags, so he was either a deck boy or he helped with the cooking. When he got close enough he looked down at her and slammed a plate of chicken and yams down in front of her. She looked at the now scattered food and looked back up to him with an unimpressed look. 

    "If you wanted help to get off of the ship you could've just said so." The level of sass that you had said that it makes the man looks down at you in confusion, then his eyes narrow in anger. He starts to speak, but the words that come out of his mouth are jumbled and fuzzy. She tries to concentrate on his words but her vision starts to blur and before she knows it her vision turns back, and the sound of his voice echoes throughout the void. His voice is deep and raspy and loud as if he yells all the time. The voice soon fades away and is replaced by the sound of her father's gruff voice. 

    "-Come on, Tempt it's time to get up." She opens her eyes groggily to see her father, who is rightfully known as the American hero 'Quatrième'. She rolls over in her hammock and faceplants into her pillow. "Just a few more minutes...." 

    "No, tempt it's time to get up..... How about we go out for a swim?" Her head shoots up from her pillow, she looks over at her father with wide eyes and a smile. 

    "There's my girl. Now come on or we're going to miss the sunrise!" He smiles as he leaves the room, for her to get dressed. Once the door closes she slips out of the hammock and dresses in a light sundress with a pair of red swim shorts and an ocean blue top. She loosely ties her amber hair into a ponytail. She quickly dashes out of her bedroom and into the kitchen where her father was making two omelets she walks over and sits down at the table in front of one of the only two plates. She looks down at the table to find only two plates there are usually three or four. “Where are mom and Guerisseur?” 

“Oh, I haven’t woken up your mom yet. She hasn’t had the best time sleeping of late so I figured I’d let her sleep in and your brother is already working.” 

“They called him in this early? That’s a first.” 

  

“Well, they said something about a set of gauntlets that needed to be fixed ‘au plus vite’.” 

She nods her head and looks out the bay kitchen doors to the sea. She looks back down to her plate and quickly finishes her omelet. She stands up from the chair and jogs over to the back door. 

“See you out there Tempt. I’ll be out after I take care of dishes.” Her father states as he grabs the dishes and stands up, His signature smirk on his face. 

She looks back at her father and nods with a bright smile and takes off for the beach. When she reaches the sandy shore she takes off the sundress and bolts toward the ocean as she gets close enough, she dives headfirst into the cold blue water. when she can open her eyes, she gasps at the myriad of colors from the ruby red coral to the iridescent blue of the little fish that swim around her. The water around her seemed alive, it was brushing against her skin as if a cat wanted attention. The fish went about their normal activities as if she wasn't even there. She closed her eyes and took a deep gulp of the salty seawater in, at first it burned so much that she wanted to go back up and take a gulp of air but the pain soon fades and she can take another gulp of water. She looks up at the surface of the water and sees her father, she laughs at his reaction to her already being in the water. She opens her mouth to speak but closes her mouth, realizing the only way he would hear her is if she either breeches the water or uses the new method of communication that she created with her father. A voice bubble, Her father had come up with the idea first. Since he didn't swim nearly as often as Tempt did. So she took a deep gulp of water in and with the rate the water she was sucking in it created a vacuum, this gathered water along with some oxygen, as soon as she gathered enough oxygen she speaks while exhaling the oxygen this creates a vocal bubble that when it reaches the surface and pops her voice should be heard as if she was speaking on the surface. The medium-sized bubble floats up to the top and she can see it pop, she looks over to her father hoping the bubble worked.    

        Her father nods his head and jumps in headfirst as soon as his body makes contact with the water, she can feel a warmth spread through her, a cozy warmth, something that felt good. She laughs out loud and motions for her father to follow her. She takes him further down into a reef, she turns to her father and creates another vocal bubble this time it was a challenge. 

   

 "The one with the least amount of food has to cook all of it." 

    He smirks and nods his head accepting the challenge, he takes off quickly heading down to the seafloor, and starts to look for holes in the bed of sand. 

    She laughs at his reaction to the challenge and swims over to the reef to look for her brother's favorite type of fish, an Atlantic cod. 

    They both spend the whole morning and part of the afternoon searching for food to place in their industrial-sized freezer. The first one to get out of the water with an armful of fishy delights is Tempt, in her arms are two Atlantic cod, three halibut, and one mammoth grouper. Her father pops his head out of the water a few seconds later than her. On his arms are a set of ties made from seaweed, each one of the plants holds two to three of one species ranging from halibut to some white spotted eagle ray. He most definitely had more fish, even he knew he won with a wide smile on his deeply tan face. Her father was once called 'America's Triton' With a Triton being the male counterpart of a series of sirens, you used to cringe at the name but since you've grown older to have come to recognize the other meaning of that name. 'Fierce Warriors of the Sea'. And your father fit that name to the T. With white hair that is now plastered to his scalp, a stony face that looked like it was etched out of topaz, and a pink scar that starts at his muscular neck and runs diagonally down his muscular chest and stops just above the line of his shorts. The rest of his body is submerged in the tropical blue-tinted water. 

    "Looks like I brought more in!" His boisterous laugh brings out a smile of her own. 

    "It's not like you could cook anyway." She sasses back 

        

    "Hey! I can cook!"

    "Yeah? tell that to the pots and pans you burned when you tried to cook lobster."   

    "That.. yeah... You wouldn't believe the lecture I got from your mother afterward!" His normal confidence seemed to have disappeared for a second but was quick to return, with a broad smile. 

    "I know. I remember cheering you up with your favorite meal afterward." She smiles at the fond memory and sits down on the sandbank. Her father walks over to her and sits down beside her, he wraps his arm around her in a side hug. She places her head on his shoulder. She wants to embed this memory in her head because she knows that this might be the last time that they both get to swim together for a while. 

    "What day is your flight to japan scheduled for?"  

    "It's in two days... at 7' in the morning." She didn't want to leave her home, her family. But if she wanted to become a hero she has to. The best hero school being in Japan The one and only U.A High, where her father went, where his father before him went. So to achieve the dreams of her forefathers she must go to the school for heroes. So wanting to enjoy the rest of the day she reaches up and tickles her giant of a father. He laughs and lifts his arm from her shoulders. She darts up and holds out her hand out for him to grab. 

    He takes her hand and stands up. He laughs again as she runs over and tries to pull the large pile of fish. He stands up and grabs the seaweed tied to the fish and drags them back to the house with Tempt leading. 

Chapter 2

    

Blog challenge "Wings"

   He looked down at the battlefield, his wings taking him high in the air. He looked ahead ans saw the rival captain 

 looking him in the eyes. His amber eyes looked back with rage as his black wings beat powerfully behind him. 

   "Well, Captain Kidd, to what do I owe the pleasure?" The rival captain questions. 

   "You know very well what, Maxi. I told you to never come back, and now you bring an army with you. I really should've expected this, especially from you." 

   "How about we stop talking, old man. I have a kingdom to run after all." The white winged rebel replies. 

   "In your dreams, boy." 

The rebel charges at the captain. His sword makes contact with the captains shield, pushing him back to the ground. Maxi looks up in time to see, The great Captain Kidd, charging head first at him. He's pushed to the ground, with a sword at his throat. 

   "I hope the next time you come to challenge the throne, your at least a bit stronger. So it will at least, be a challenge. Call off your makeshift army, and run while I'm still giving you a chance." The rebel stands and limps away, one of his wings dragging behind him. The captain turns to his men, 

   "The battle has been won!! Now, let us go home and celebrate!!" The troop cheers, as they begin to walk home. 

    Once arriving In the town of Hullcoorte. He breathes in a sigh of relief. 

   "Its good to be home" He looks around to see his men, rejoining some of their families, and children running up to them. He walks away grumbling at the sight. He enters into the kings room and kneels, in front of a very old king and queen. 

   "The threat is taken care of, your Majesty."

   "Well, done Captain Kidd, I knew it wasn't a mistake to give you your wings, and now they cover the city, in their protective embrace. Rest now my captain, you've earned it." 

He stands and walks into the hallway, and looks at a picture of the last captain, in his prime. A tall, well-built man with a permanent smile on his face. He never knew the man personally, but one could already see from the painting, that the smile was fake. He hated it when people put on 'fake' faces. He looked further down the hall, and saw his picture. He was proud, His face said it all. The rigorous training he had been through to become what he is. After all, he had to be confident. In order to be where he was, The symbol of the city, the Raven of Hullcoorte. He 

walked on to the door of his room, and opened it to find a set of maids, he hated the idea of somebody take care of him. 

But, with the massive wings on his back, he needed somebody to take care of them. He groaned in annoyance, and moved to sit on his bed. He took off his shirt, bringing to light the many massive scars that littered his back. And extended his wings. 

At full length his wings measured, 16 ft. from wing tip to wing tip. The maids get to work by cleaning his wings with a special 

 type of soap, which smells suspiciously like eucalyptus. After a full fifteen minutes of uncomfortable cleaning and scrubbing 

it was now time for him to take a bath. He was quickly rushed to the bathroom by three ornery maids, and there waiting for him was a another set of ten maids this time. Utterly done by the lack of privacy in his own home, he yells at them to 

   "GET THE HELL OUT OF MY HOUSE!!" They all scramble out of the house, like chickens being chased by a fox. He smirks at their terrified faces, and goes about his business taking his well deserved bath in peace. After getting dried and dressed He walks to the dining room across the hall and eats with the royal family, with the son being a 'an annoying brat' the whole time. He finishes his plate of food and stands, 

   "May, I be excused. Your Majesty?" 

   "Yes, you may. You've had a long day after all." 

   "Thank you, And I bid you all a good night." He turns around and walks out the door and to his bedroom, once he closes the door, only then can he truly voice his thoughts in the darkness of his room. 

   "The only reason I stay, is because of the current king. As soon as he passes on I will quit my job, and sail the seas like I've always dreamed. I will never serve that kid of his in my life." He quickly climbs into bed and slowly drifts off into a eventful sleep, 

full of dreams of the sea.     

Prompt Fun

  prompt: Addict

   He walks across the floor over to her, scars mar his once pristine face. As he walks closer, a look of confusion etches on her face. He smiles, knowing how his face has changed.
  "Is that anyway to greet a lover?" He moves to sit down in front of her. He takes out a cigar to smoke, after he lights up the cigar. She begins to put two and two together.
   "S-smoker?" He smiles.
   'She still remembers.'
   "Oh, my god! Smokey!!" She launches at the burly man. A loud laugh erupts from said man, as he hugs her back. The people around them look at them. Some strangely. some angrily, But neither of them really cared at the moment. She steps back from the hug, with tears in her eyes.
   "You could've written me a letter once in a while. I mean, its not like you were imprisoned, a letter once in a while would've been nice." He walks back over to the cafe seats, and sits down.
   "I know, I know. Being in the Navy, doesn't really offer a lot time wise. I was still thinking about you though." She leans over and gives him a kiss on the lips. A short, but sweet kiss. They both sit and stare into each others eyes, filled with complete adoration.
   "Did you catch any pirates on the high seas, Admiral." The question caught him off guard for a second. He looks at her and laughs.
   "What it's a valid question?" She giggles at his loud, at his hearty laugh. She moves over to the waiter to get both of their favorite drinks. After 3 minutes of waiting, a waitress finally appears. by the name of Evy.
   "I'm sorry for the long wait. Now what may I get you?" The girl asks with a small smile.
   "Oh, we didn't wait long at all. I would like a fresh mint iced coffee. What would you like dear?"
   "I think I'll take a cup of black coffee, Thank you." The girl looks up from the pad of paper, and smiles.
   "Alright, coming up in a minuet." Once the girl leaves, she asks the question, the one she as been fearing the answer to.
   "Are you going back, or staying here?" He lets out a long sigh. while taking a hit of the cigar, still in his hand. He looks at her, hope in her eyes. Her body starts to shake, out of fear for the answer. He looks down at the uniform he is wearing. White. The simple of purity, but stained by millions of Innocent, and condemned blood.
   "I have to go back, they still need me." Tears fall down from her eyes. She walks over to him for a hug. Crying into his shoulder.
   "How long?" She asks her voice cracking.
   "I-I don't know." He rumbles. He grabs her face, making her looks up at him. She looks at him with pleading eyes. A softness she had long forgotten, is seen in his eyes.
   "Can you stay the night?" She begins to fiddle with her wedding ring. A smile appears on his face.
   "Yes, I can."   

introduction To Kidd

The noise coming from the club, leaks out into the streets. Worsening his oncoming migraine. 
   "Why am I here, again?" He looks over to his friend, 'Killer' he has been so dubbed, for his luck with women. And sneers at the sound of some of the women's voices. The man looks back down at what used to a glass of Sunset Rum, now left with a few drops in it. 
   'This is a waste of my time.' He drinks what's left of his drink and moves to stand up.
   "Wait, sir here is the bill." he looks back and grabs the bill to look at how much he was going to give away 
   '$50.00!!! There is NO way I'm paying for that.' His face is one of pure shock, until an idea pops into his head.  His face quickly morphs into one of his signature smirks.
   'But I know who will.'  He looks back at the owner and hands him the bill. 
   "My friend in the blue with golden hair, will pay for it." He points over to his friend. He waits until the bartender knew of who he was talking about. Once the small man nodded his head, the man walked out of the bar to his trusty old pick up truck. He stops for a second to think, 'Is this what I'm meant to do?' The coldness of the air made his breath misty. Disregarding his thoughts, He starts up his truck and drives his way home.   
         Once he got home, he unlocks his door and locks it behind him. He walks over to his very cluttered work bench. Sits down and continues to work on his latest truck design. 

    He finally finishes the drawing, and is about to scan it and move it over onto the computer, when his phone rings. He looks down at the device, to find Killer calling him. He sits and debates whether he should answer. He finally gives in to the incessant ringtone of 'circus for a psycho' and answers. 
   "WHAT THE HELL KIDD!!" Kidd winces from the sound. looking back at the phone. His anger starts to grow from suddenly being shouted at. 
   "What?" He growls out. the other end of the line went silent, for a second. 
   "YOU left ME in the dust to pay for YOUR expensive drink." He could practically see the steam coming off of him. The image made him calm down and laugh.  
   "Well, it was your fault you were the one who dragged me away from my work. And besides aren't you like made of money? I mean, you already own the bar." 
   "True, but that doesn't mean you just ditch the party before the fun starts."
   "Oh, that party was meant to be fun. What you and I consider fun then, are two different things." 
   "I thought you liked strippers?" 
   "I do but I wasn't in the mood a the time, same for now. Now, could you stop eating up the minuets, not everybody is made of money you know?" 
   "Alright, see ya." After he hangs up the phone. He gets up and decides to go for a late night walk. To try to get out some pent up anger so he can get some sleep. He grabs his keys and a knife, already knowing what's going to happen. He opens the door, to find nobody. Which was relatively strange. He brushes it off, thinking he just got lucky. He starts off on his normal path through the streets of Boston, already encountering some shady people. He's just about to pass around corner of a street. when he's met with a large group of men. Already knowing the drill. He pulls out his 9-inch combat knife, a sadistic smirk crawls onto his face.  
   "You guys are late. Let's get this over with, I don't have all night."    

Prompt Fun

Prompt: Spider threads caught at her face, a sign that no-one had been there yet.

   Spider threads caught at her face, a sign that no one had been there yet. She swipes at the cobwebs on her face, while walking forward. She bumps into something and falls on her butt. She opens her eyes and is met with the face of a gargoyle. 
   "Oh, cool." She stands up and brushes her self off. She pulls out a wooden staff , and whispers something to it. Fireflies fly out of the top of the staff, and light up the hall with a warm glow. She moves closer, to inspect the statue. Its teeth Held a unrealistic sharpness, Its eyes held a endless malice. Its wings look powerful enough to cause a wind storm. one thing is for sure If this thing was ever real she would be dead, quicker than a millisecond. She looks to the left, seeing a winding staircase, leading down into seemingly nothing. She pushes onward down the steps into the darkness. As she gets closer, she can hear people speaking. 
   "She has to leave. Those things are following her!" a rather squeaky voice shouts.
   'What? something is following me? Where even am I? The last thing i remember was walking through the forest. Thinking about what to have for dinner.' Her thoughts were interrupted by a gruff voice. 
   "We can't just throw her back out there. She'll die!" 
   "And, why should we care!? She's a nobody!" I walk out of the darkness and into the lighted room where the two men are talking. Knowing i would be taking a risk, I pop a question.
   "Who are you guys, I thought this place was abandoned?" 
   "We should be asking you the same thing, witch." another voice is heard come form one of the dark corners on the wall. She looks around to find the voice, as more people start filtering into the room.
   "W-what. I'm NOT a witch, I'm an archaeologist. I study old castles like this, for a living." 
   "WITCH!!" She grabs her face and sighs. 
   "I'M NOT A FRICKEN WITCH!!!!!" The men look at me, her face turns from the unwanted attention. 
   "I'm getting out of here. I'm too wound up to deal with this." A man in old-fashion preacher garb, walks over to me. 
   "If you go out there you will die." She looks back at him, with a look reading are-you-stupid?
   "At this point I'd welcome that." A crazed old woman runs up to me. 
   "No please don't leave we need new blood!"
   'New blood? What?' she look down at the woman clinging to her pant leg.She's crying. She looks up to the people who filed into the room. All of them a deathly pale, along with arms bent at an impossible angle. Things start to fall into place, 'You'll die if you go outside', the people are a deathly pale, '
'These people never went out side, religious seclusion.' Something stuck out her still, how are they still alive? She looks around and sees all similar faces. 
   "Incest." 
   'OH GOD.' She quickly runs for the door. and makes a made dash down the castles stairs. After running for a good fifteen minuets. She stops for a breather. 
   "Never again."