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songsbygumi · 2 months

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If the sun refuse to shine

| Gojo Satoru x reader

Summary- The first and last time Gojo Satoru called you 'wifey,' and the few moments in between.

Warnings - Angst, canon events, use of the pet name "wifey" so if that makes you cringe pls keep scrolling, first fic ever xd and ofc poor used of the english language, no mention of readers name.

A/N- this is my first fic ever in english so I really tried my best, heavily inspired by intro (end of the world) by Ariana Grande. Thanks to my beta Fatima (biggest Megumi fan), finally this can be read as gender neutral if you don't mind the pet name mention in the warnings, enjoy

It was a hot summer day, the first time Gojo Satoru called you "wifey," though you didn’t even notice, head too deep in your book.

“Lame,” Suguru murmured, loud enough for Gojo to hear, followed by Shoko’s laughter. Yet, Gojo stood tall, brushing off his friends' mockery.

“Wifey!” he repeated, this time louder for you to hear. Your face lifted from the pages to meet his intense blue gaze. “W—What?” you stammered, your words stumbling out as your cheeks flushed.

Gojo's smile widened, his eyes fixed on you, appreciating your embarrassment. “What are you reading?” he inquired, laying his head in your lap, and guiding your hand to his hair, inviting your touch.

“I thought they weren’t dating” Haibara interjected a couple of meters away from the couple, a confused expression on his face. “They aren't” Nanami clarified.

Since that summer, the pet name stuck around like second nature. Every time it escaped Gojo’s lips, you couldn't help but turn to see his grin and his eyes already locked on you.

So, as Nanami had declared years ago, you weren’t dating. Of course not, but there was an undeniable magnetic pull between you two. It was sweet and comfortable, the feeling that makes you blush whenever Gojo glanced at you during important meetings (don’t bother asking him what they were about, as he only remembers the way your hair touched your face), elicited butterflies in your stomach with his smile, the unspoken gratitude when you hug him after a long mission, clinging to him for the entire night, accompanied by the feeling in his chest the next morning when you are making breakfast in one of his t-shirts, and of course, you can't forget to mention the goodbye kisses before having to leave for too long that taste sweeter than the usual ones.

Satoru and you have been in love for too long now. You had orbited each other for years, supporting one another through thick and thin. Whether it was the loss of Haibara or Suguru's descent into madness, even that time where he came home with two clueless children. You were there, you were each other's constants.

You have been through a lot, the scary lonely nights when he was sealed away from you keeping you awake every night, with endless thoughts of what could have been different and wondering if you could ever get to see him again, the ghost of his touch haunting you every day until you saw him again.

“Don’t do that to me again” you demanded, crushing him in a tight hug. “Never again, love.” He kissed your head and hug you back.

The first night he was back in your house, the words “Nanami is dead” slipped from your mouth, and for the first time since your best friend's passing, tears flowed freely, comforted only by Satoru's presence as you mourned.

The days that followed were slow and filled with sweet moments. You cherished every opportunity to hold each other, every kiss on your skin, and every gaze filled with love, silently acknowledging the inevitable, but neither of you dare to mentioned it.

On the 24th of December…

Your mouth was dry, your chest tight, your hands cold and sweaty. "He is the strongest" you repeated in your head, seeking reassurance. “Are you okay?” Satoru asked, holding your hands together. “Yeah, fine” you tried to smile, but it felt wrong, knowing he could see through it.

“Gojo Sensei!” Itadori's energetic voice made you tremble slightly. Satoru released your hand with a final squeeze. “Your cursed technique is in the way,” Itadori continued saying while you started to lost touch with reality, your feet rooted to the spot, eyes welling with tears., “he’s the strongest” you whispered, clenching your fists so tightly it hurt.

“Wait!” your voice was drowned out by the chants cheering Satoru on. “Toru, wait!” you tried again. “TORU” this time his head turned around searching for you. “Wifey?” he asked, trying to spot you. “Toru, over here” you raised your hand. “This way, Sensei” Yuta guided Satoru's attention towards you, and you offered him a reassuring smile.

“What’s wrong, wifey?” He brushed a piece of hair from your face “You wouldn’t be doubting me now, would you?” he chuckled. “Shut up, Satoru” you playfully swatted his chest, but a sob escaped your throat. Satoru sighed, cupping your cheeks. “I will bring Megumi back to you, I will bring back our son, wifey, I swear everything will be fine, we will…”

"Ask me," you interrupted. "Ask me, Toru." His face showed confusion for just a second, and your heart thundered, just to relax when understanding flooded his eyes. "If you ask me now, the answer will be yes; it has always been yes." He smiled sadly, kissing the top of your head, your nose, and finally your lips.

He pulled away smiling and you tried to chase him back. “Not yet, wifey” hand on your cheek, stroking it. “So, I really hope the answer will still be yes when I come back” he smiled cheekily at you and removed his touch from you. “I come back.”

You caught Satoru one last time, kissing him with fervor. There were so many words left unsaid, so many experiences left unlived. “Please God, let him come back to me” you prayed silently, releasing him. “I love you, Toru” you whispered for his ears only. “I love you more” That was the last thing he said to you.

The world stopped right in front of your eyes. There would never be a white dress or Satoru's blue eyes locked on you with a smile as you walked down the aisle, Megumi beside him as his best man. There would never be happy family dinners with Megumi trying to hide his grin at Satoru’s antics, no more lazy mornings in his embrace, or Satoru pouting whenever you denied him something. And there would never be another "wifey" leaving his lips. You watch it burn.

the sun stopped its shine.

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mxnsterbabe · 5 months

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Male Werewolf/Female Reader

NSFW

Wordcount: 3,302

Commissions | Ko-fi | Masterlist

Tags & Warnings: mentions of chronic pain

You've loved Logan since you were a kid, and never thought he felt the same. Until he proves you wrong.

You sat in the window seat of Velvet Latte, surrounded by the bright stream of your friends' laughter. Your gaze, almost involuntarily, drifted towards Levi. He was laughing heartily at something Amais, the quiet one in your group, had just said. His golden curls caught the sunlight streaming through the window, creating a halo around him, and for a moment, he seemed almost otherworldly.

It’s almost impossible to tell what he really is, except for the slightly sharpened canines and the way his eyes almost glow under the natural light.

Levi, with his boyish charm and a smile that could outshine the sun, had been your constant through the years. He had been the keeper of your secrets, your partner in crime since childhood. There was one secret you had held back from him: the way your heart skipped a beat every time he smiled your way.

Lost in your thoughts, you were oblivious to May's observant eyes on you. It was only when she leaned in, a mischievous glint in her eye, and teased, "Looks like someone's more interested in the view than the conversation," that reality crashed back in. You felt the heat rise in your cheeks, turning them a deep shade of crimson. Words stumbled over each other in your attempt to respond, but nothing coherent came out.

Levi, who had been reaching to grab something from the backpack tossed over his wheelchair handles, now turned to look at you with furrowed brows.

May leaned in and said, "Honestly, when are you two going to get together already? Watching you pine over each other is painful!"

The table erupted into laughter, but you couldn't help but notice Levi's reaction. His smile faltered for a moment, and a blush crept up his neck, coloring his freckled cheeks, and he shifted awkwardly in his wheelchair.

Your heart sank a little. The familiar weight of unrequited love settled in your chest.

Needing a moment to compose yourself, you excused yourself to the restroom. No sooner had you left the table than Fatima, quiet until now, followed you. In the sanctuary of the bathroom, away from the curious eyes of your friends, you leaned against the cool tiled wall, trying to hide your disappointment.

Fatima stood beside you, her expression soft and understanding. "Hey," she began gently, "you know he likes you, right? Levi's always been terrible at hiding his feelings, especially where you're concerned."

You shook your head, unconvinced. "Did you see his reaction? It's like he was embarrassed by the idea of us being together."

Fatima sighed, her hand reaching out to squeeze yours. "You're reading it all wrong. We've all seen the way he looks at you when you're not watching. It's the same way you look at him."

"What if I'm just seeing what I want to see?" you murmured, the uncertainty clear in your voice.

"We've all known each other since we were kids. It's always been you and Levi, Levi and you. Even Amais, who’s probably the least observant man in the world, can see it. You both care about each other so much, it's almost tangible."

Her words offered a glimmer of hope, but the fear of ruining what you already had with Levi loomed large in your mind. "What if I'm risking too much?" you asked.

"Sometimes," Fatima said softly, "it's the risks we don't take that we regret the most. Levi's your best friend. Even if things don't turn out the way you hope, you'll figure it out. You always do."

You let out a deep breath, her words sinking in. There was truth in what she said, a truth you had been too afraid to confront. Even so, the thought of not knowing, of always wondering what if, seemed even more daunting.

As you and Fatima headed back to the table, you resolved to pay more attention, to look for those small signs of affection from Levi. Maybe, just maybe, your feelings weren't as one-sided as you'd feared. Or maybe they were. Honestly, you couldn’t tell; despite what Fatima had said.

“Come on,” Fatima said kindly, “let’s go back to the table.”

May looked at you apologetically as you returned a minute later, hands cupped around your coffee cup. "Hey, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable earlier," she said with a sincere tone. "Just couldn't resist a little teasing."

You offered her a small smile. "It's okay, May. I know you didn't mean anything by it."

Amais added, "Yeah, we all know May's sense of humor by now. Comes with no filter and good intentions."

Laughter rippled through the group, easing the earlier tension. You sipped your coffee, the rich aroma calming your frayed nerves. Soon enough though, Fatima downed the last of her drink and announced, “Sorry folks, but I have to go. If I miss another class, my lecturer might actually kill me.”

Fatima and May headed off to college, chatting about an upcoming project, awkwardness already forgotten.

Amais took this chance to say goodbye too. “Gotta go too,” he said, “I promised my girlfriend I’d stop by before I go home.”

Soon, it was just Levi and you, left in the quiet aftermath of the bustling café. You stood there, awkwardly shuffling your feet, about to apologize for the awkwardness earlier.

Before you could say anything, Levi interrupted, his voice tinged with a seriousness you rarely heard from him. "May might be onto something, you know," he said, his gaze fixed on you. "There's something I've been meaning to talk to you about for a while."

Your heart skipped a beat, and you found yourself holding your breath, waiting for his next words.

"I've been trying to hide it, but I can't anymore," Levi continued, his voice steady but his eyes betraying a hint of vulnerability. "I care about you, you know. More than just as a friend. I have for a long time now."

The world seemed to pause around you, his confession hanging in the air. You searched his eyes, looking for any sign of hesitation, but all you saw was the raw honesty of his feelings.

"Levi, I..." you started, but words failed you. How could you express years of hidden affection, of dreams and hopes cautiously guarded in your heart?

He leaned closer across the table, his presence both familiar and exhilarating. "I understand if you don't feel the same way," he said softly. "I don't want to ruin what we have, but I had to tell you because not knowing is worse than any rejection."

His confession echoed your own fears. You reached out, taking his hand in yours. "Levi, I've felt the same way for so long, but I was too scared to say anything. I was afraid of losing you, of changing everything."

"Between us," Levi's voice lowered, carrying a seriousness that anchored the moment. "You need to know, I'm not easy to be with. You know I’m a werewolf but… can you handle the reality of it?"

His words hung in the air, heavy. You glanced around the café, acutely aware of the people nearby, the risk of eavesdroppers.

"Levi, this isn't the place to discuss it," you said, your voice low. "For what it's worth, I've never cared about that. I've always accepted you for who you are, even if you keep that side hidden."

He hesitated, then continued, "It's more than just being a werewolf, Clara. There's the chronic pain, the nightmares-"

You cut him off, not with words, but with a kiss. It was a bold move, one that surprised both of you, but in that moment, it felt like the only right response. Your lips met his, conveying everything words couldn't - acceptance, courage, and the depth of your feelings for him.

The kiss was brief but spoke volumes. As you pulled away, you saw a mix of astonishment and relief in Levi's eyes.

"I've seen you at your best and your worst, Levi. I've been by your side through everything since we were kids. Do you really think I'm going to run away now because of challenges I already know about?" you asked, your voice firm yet gentle.

Levi looked at you, and there was a new kind of awe in his gaze. "I guess I've underestimated you, haven't I?" he said, a soft chuckle escaping him.

"Just a bit," you replied, smiling.

You both stood there for a moment, in the midst of the café's gentle hum, understanding the magnitude of what had just unfolded. You had crossed a threshold, stepping into a new chapter of your relationship, one that had been waiting to be written for years.

"Let's go somewhere we can talk," Levi suggested, his hand reaching for yours.

You nodded in agreement, squeezing his hand. The world outside felt different now, like you were seeing it through a new lens. There was excitement, a hint of apprehension, but above all, there was a sense of rightness, of pieces falling into place.

Leaving the café, you both ambled to the parking lot, the late afternoon sun casting long shadows on the ground. There, Levi's car awaited; you assisted him in storing his wheelchair in the back of the car. Despite needing it for longer distances, he didn’t always need it.

The drive to your house was filled with a comfortable silence, the kind only shared by those who know each other inside out. As Levi parked the car and you both entered your home, a sense of privacy and freedom enveloped you. Finally, you were in a space where you could speak freely, without the prying eyes and ears of the world outside.

Inside, you turned to Levi, your heart racing with a mix of nervousness and excitement. "Levi, before you say whatever you want to say, there’s something I need you to know," you began, your voice barely above a whisper.

He looked at you, a gentle encouragement in his eyes; and maybe a touch of wariness too.

Taking a deep breath, you let the words flow, words that had been pent up inside you for far too long. "I love you, Levi. I've loved you for more years than I can remember. It's always been you, in every daydream, in every quiet moment when my mind drifts."

Levi's expression softened, a tender look crossing his face as he listened.

"So what if you’re a werewolf?," you continued, "it doesn't scare me. I've known for a long time, and it's never changed how I feel about you. I see you, Levi, not the werewolf or the chronic pain or the anything else. I see the man who's been my best friend, my rock. I see the person I love."

You paused, searching his face for a reaction. Levi reached out, gently cupping your face in his hands, his eyes shining silver.

"You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to hear those words," he said, his voice thick with emotion. "I've been so afraid that my being a werewolf would drive you away, that it would be too much for you to handle."

You shook your head emphatically. "Nothing about you could ever drive me away, Levi. You’re stuck with me.”

He smiled, before gently pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I can’t think of anything better.”

You leaned in, closing the small gap between you, and your lips met in a kiss that felt like the culmination of years of unspoken feelings. The kiss was gentle at first, an exploration, his lips soft and pliant against your own. Levi's lips moved against yours with a tenderness that made your heart flutter.

As the kiss deepened, the intensity grew. Levi, letting out a faint growl, gently pushed you against the wall, his hands framing your face. You could feel his heartbeat, fast and strong, echoing your own racing pulse.

Except, Levi's movements were slightly unsteady on his feet, knees trying not to buckle. You noticed the slight wobble, the brief flicker of concentration on his face as he tried to maintain balance.

"Levi, let's sit down," you suggested softly, breaking the kiss for a moment. You didn't want the moment to end, but you cared more about his comfort and safety.

He nodded, an apology in his eyes, and you led him to the sofa. As you both sat down, you offered a smirk and dove in for another kiss. You straddled him, feeling the warmth of his body beneath you. Levi looked up at you, his dark grey eyes filled with an intensity that took your breath away.

You resumed the kiss, this time with the comfort of the sofa supporting you both. The kiss was different now, a desperation in your movements that hadn’t been there before. You nibbled at his lower lip, smiling when you felt him gasp.

You could feel Levi's hands exploring your back, gentle yet confident. His touch sent shivers down your spine, igniting a fire within you that you hadn't fully realised was there. You were acutely aware of every point of contact, of the heat radiating from his body, of his heartbeat syncing with yours.

In this moment, straddling him on the sofa, you felt a surge of desire course through you. You ground against him, delighted when you felt something prod against your inner thigh.

You pulled back to see Levi flush. “Sorry.”

Your grin was wicked. “Don’t be. Want to do something about it?”

“You mean..?”

God, his shyness was so sweet! “Yes, I mean it,” you murmured, and ducked back down to capture Levi’s mouth in your own. The warmth radiating from him made you squirm, and his cock jumped to attention at the contact.

Levi's nervousness was palpable as he raised a shaking hand to your chest. You wanted to show him how much he meant to you, to reassure him of your desire. Taking the lead, you began to unbutton your shirt slowly, your eyes locked with his, a smile playing at your lips as he drank you up.

As each button came undone, revealing more of your skin, Levi's eyes followed your movements, a mix of awe and uncertainty in his gaze. His breath hitched slightly, the tension in the air almost tangible. You felt his cock twitch against your thighs.

With your shirt now open, you reached for his. He tensed as your fingers worked on his buttons, his self-consciousness evident. You could feel his apprehension, but you were determined to show him how much you loved every part of him.

As his shirt fell open, your eyes took in the sight of his lean chest. The muscles were well-defined, his skin silky smooth and dusted with golden hair. Your gaze was drawn to an old tattoo on his shoulder, slightly faded but still distinct; an old pinup from his younger days.

"You're beautiful," you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

Levi looked at you, a mix of surprise and something deeper in his eyes. He hesitantly brought his hands to your waist, his touch light as if he was still unsure. You took his hands in yours, guiding them along your back, encouraging him to explore.

His touch grew more confident, spurred by your guidance and the trust in your eyes. You leaned into his touch, your skin tingling at the contact. It was then that you realised how much you wanted him. Needed him.

You leaned in for another kiss, this one charged with a new intensity. Levi responded with a passion that matched your own, his earlier hesitation melting away under the heat of your embrace.

“I want more,” you mumbled against his neck, as you slipped down to pepper kisses along his bare skin. “Can we..?”

“Fuck yes.”

It was all the invitation you needed. Reaching between your hot thighs, you unbuttoned his jeans. He sprang free, lying heavily in your palms; he was bigger than you expected, and it sent a thrill through you.

Levi’s cheeks flushed. “Sorry, I’m having a hard time controlling myself.”

You stroked him, gently, but it was enough to have him growling as you continued to nip as his neck. “Good,” you replied, “I like that.”

He squirmed beneath you as you touched him, your fingers gentle - and then more insistent. He was warm and hard against your palm, and you found yourself grinding into him, desperate for friction.

“Wait, sl-slow down,” Levi gasped, his cheeks stained a beautiful pink. “I won’t last if you keep that up.”

His hands grasped your hair, and you felt the tug of nails scraping against your skull. Long, sharp nails that sent a delicious sting through your scalp.

You moaned, back arching as Levi scraped his nails - claws - down the base of your neck, all the way down your back. You caught a glimpse of glowing eyes and narrowed pupils when you arched back and oh, he was stunning.

Deft hands continued to pump with renewed fervour, your whole body alight with hot, needy desire. You watched as Levi’s eyes turned from warm grey to shocking, bright silver before his head tilted back and he let out a delicious growl.

You knew he wasn’t going to last long; but when he came in your palm and left a hot, sticky trail of come, you still felt yourself flush. The sight of him so blissed out, hair spread across the pillow and glowing eyes looking nervously up at you, was enough to make your mind reel.

His hand gripped the back of your neck as he came, claws digging into the sensitive flesh. You felt yourself reach your peak from that alone, head thrown back as you stuttered out Levi’s name. The fire inside of you was overwhelming as you squeezed your eyes closed.

Afterwards, breathless and flushed, you sank into the sofa beside Levi. When you glanced over, Levi’s eyes had returned to their usual dark, inviting grey.

He flushed, head tilted away as he tried to shove himself back into his jeans. His hands were shaking, and so with a chuckle, you reached out to put a hand over his.

Levi’s expression shifted to one of slight embarrassment. He pulled back slightly, his eyes avoiding yours. “I’m sorry, I got carried away,” he muttered, a hint of regret lacing his voice. “Sometimes I… it’s difficult to keep human form. I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

You looked at him, seeing the uncertainty in his eyes, and felt a surge of affection. You reached out, gently turning his face towards yours. “Levi, there's nothing to be sorry about,” you said softly. “I liked it.”

“You did?”

To reassure him, you leaned in for a kiss, this time a gentle, tender one. As your lips met, you felt him relax, the tension easing from his body.

After the kiss, you snuggled up to his side, resting your head on his shoulder. His arm instinctively wrapped around you, pulling you closer. In that embrace, you felt a sense of peace and contentment. The warmth of his body, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat, and the quiet breathing all combined to create a cocoon of security.

As you nestled closer to Levi, you could feel his body relax further, the earlier embarrassment fading away. His hand stroked your hair gently, a soothing rhythm. You looked up at him, and in the soft light of the room, his eyes met yours.

"Thank you," Levi whispered, his voice barely audible. "For understanding, for accepting me.”

You smiled, lifting your hand to caress his cheek. "I should be the one thanking you."

As you drifted off to sleep, your head on Levi's shoulder, his heartbeat a steady lullaby, you felt a profound sense of gratitude for being able to share tonight with him.

#exophilia fiction #exophilia #monster boyfriend #monster x reader #monster romance #tag: were #tag: male monster #tag: female reader #tag: mxf #tag: not sfw #tag: disabled character

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postoctobrist · 7 months

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So if I was putting initials for the KJB hosts on something For The Bit, what initials would you currently be happiest with? NK, NCK, ACK, something else?

PS it’s not anthrax (tho the idea of personalising someone’s anthrax delivery is just. Extremely bondverse. Fatima Blush ass behaviour)

ah fuck it let’s do NK

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jungle-angel · 8 months

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A Journey In The Desert (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You, Bob, The Daggers and your kids get to experience a journey unlike any other

Warnings: Some biblical and religious references

You and Bob were excited beyond words that you had gotten the travel opportunities that you had. Everyone was having the time of their lives, most of all Bob who had gotten the opportunity to unleash his inner Indiana Jones.

"Daddy, can I feed him?" Auggie said, looking at the rather friendly camel who was already laden with the beautifully woven saddle blankets and saddles to match.

"Wait for Youssef to come back and we'll ask," Bob told him.

"Ah let him Bob," Youssef said, coming back with a bucket full of grasses, grain and oats for the funny looking beasts. "Fatima and I let the kids do it all the time."

Bob let Auggie go with Youssef to feed the camels while you and him watched the others and how they interacted with them. It seemed as though the entire herd had taken to the Daggers, save for Jake who hadn't a single clue about what to do with them.

"You think she likes you Phoenix?" Bob asked, noticing Natasha.

"Well, she tried eating my hair an hour ago so I'd say that's a promising sign," she chuckled.

You and Bob laughed when you noticed Mickey and another member of the camp moving their hands back and forth, the camel moving his head and neck with their motions.

"I wanna take him home so bad dude," Mickey remarked.

"Well, unfortunately we can't," Bob told him. "I don't think TSA would want us bringing an entire camel herd back to the states."

"Yeah plus the fleas," Rooster added, brushing a bug off the camel that one of the guides had affectionately referred to as "Old Fart".

It was barely a half hour before the head guide had to tell everyone to cut the shenanigans and saddle in to begin the trek. Youssef's wife, Fatima, helped tie the baby wrap that kept Deidre strapped to your back, tightening it enough so that she would stay put.

"Here," she said, placing Deidre's little pink Red Sox hat on her head. "Keep that on her head. I don't want her to burn once we're out of the shade."

"Thank you Fatima," you told her. "Are you going ahead?"

"I'll be in the back with Youssef," she answered. "Gotta go wrangle the brats first."

You laughed a little as she disappeared. You looked around as Bob saddled in with great ease, his dark brown Stetson cowboy hat on his head and his khaki shirt and jeans covered in dustings of red dirt from the desert. He fixed his gaze on you, smiling as he gave you a cheeky little wink which made you blush, filling your cheeks with heat.

Bob was the first one up and then you after you had given your camel the command to do so. The bellowing of the animals filled the camp as they rose up from the ground, jerking their riders back a little and then forward.

"Woah, slow down there big guy," Coyote laughed as he jerked forward and back a little in his saddle.

Phoenix, ever the lady, kept herself straight, fixing the loose, charcoal colored scarf on her already sunburned scalp once her camel had stood up. A loud yelp next to her had caught her attention, turning her gaze to Jake who grimmaced as he grabbed at a rather sensitive area between his legs.

"S'matter Bagman?" she chuckled. "Ever been in the saddle of a camel before?"

"No," he squeaked.

Natasha snorted a little.

"Horses," Jake squeaked again. "Why couldn't we have taken horses? They're at least easier to get on."

"Hangman we've got almost a twelve mile journey ahead of us in the middle of a scorching desert," Rooster explained. "I don't know if a horse would make it that far."

"You'd be surprised!" Youssef called from a bit further back.

Jake rubbed his rather sensitive junk to get some of the feeling back in, ignoring Coyote and Payback's snickering.

Penny wiped some of the dust from her face when she noticed the smile on Maverick's face, his eyes hidden behind his aviators.

"Don't gimme that look Pete," she told him.

"It's the only look I've got sweetheart," he said.

He took Penny's hand, kissing her close to where her wedding band was, engraved on the inside with their names. "Ready my lady?" he joked.

"As ever," Penny told him.

The caravan began moving forward, out of the sheltering shade of the red rock cliffs and into the open desert. The sun scorched land held a beauty of its own, the swirling sands twisting and coiling into dunes like orange snakes while close by, the dried up wadis lay cracked and sticky where water had once flown.

Hot winds blew across their path with clouds of dust flying into the air, yet the herd still kept going. You and Bob walked side by side with Auggie hanging fast to him and Patrick safely being held by his Uncle Rooster. Over the dunes and far away you had all gone, never once losing sight of one another and sticking as close together as possible.

The afternoon had begun to turn to evening when at last they had crossed one of the rivers, wading up to their knees in the cool water. "Wish we could stop for a swim," you said to Bob.

"We've gotta keep going (y/n)," Bob said. "The guides said we've gotta make it there by nightfall so we can set up camp."

The caravan pressed on into the sandy nothingness as the afternoon turned to early evening, the sun showing obvious signs of waning soon. "Look Daddy! Look!" Auggie chirped. "It's the cliffs from Indiana Jones!"

You nearly gasped when you saw the canyons coming into view, looming like a huge, red gate that guarded a place that you and Bob had only ever dreamed about. The further you went, the more you could feel that there was something else here altogether, something ancient and old, older than you could ever hope to comprehend. Your mind had begun to fill with images of the ancient days when trading caravans had come through here, when rivers of gold had flown through the deserts and stories of kings that could have only been found in the pages of The Bible. You had even begun to wonder if these too had been the very same roads that Jesus, his disciples and his family had traveled when they preached in the desert or if it had popped straight off the pages of The Arabian Nights.

Your jaws dropped when at last you saw it, that familiar structure you had first seen in Indiana Jones. Petra loomed high in the desert canyon, carved into the cliff face and standing tall and proud against the burning sunset. It was so beautiful and eerie to look at, a place with legends as old as time.

Everyone set up camp and made themselves comfortable for the night while you had made Auggie, Patrick and Deidre's beds. Everyone else had their own tents and could do as they would, but soon, you knew it would be bedtime for your three little ghouls.

Dinner smelled amazing as it cooked with chicken and lamb being cooked at least a hundred different ways in big pits while big pots of rice simmered over the open fires. All the smells, the herby and the smoky, the savory and the spicy, made everyone hungrier than they had realized. Auggie had practically eaten his weight in the chicken and saffron rice before he wanted to go back to the tent. Once they had settled into their little bed mats, Bob pulled a book from his pack and had begun to read them a story.

"And so it was, that Sinbad the Sailor had returned home to his family, retelling his adventures for his wives, his children, his children's children and their children too and soon the world would know the great things he had done," Bob read, finishing the tale of the wily sailor and his adventures.

Auggie, Patrick and Deidre were all fast asleep when Bob finally tucked them in, letting them snore away. "Bob," you whispered, poking your head into the tent. "Bob you've gotta see this."

Bob hurried out with you into the chilly night when he gasped at the magnificent sight before him. The flickerings of hundreds of tiny candles and lamps lit up the night. Somewhere, you could both hear voices of people singing, drums and ouds being played, the words so otherworldly and beautiful that you didn't care if you could understand them or not.

You and Bob joined the others as one of the people in the camps had given everyone one or two tiny little votives to light. On each one had been scrawled a name, each a loved one for the Daggers. Maverick of course had one for Goose while Rooster placed another one for both his father and mother in the red dust. Mickey lit one for his uncle, Diego, hoping that it would light the way for his journey to the states. Natasha lit one for her Grandpa Earl, hoping too that he would be able to get back on his feet after having been sick for so long. Jake tried to hide his tears when he placed one close by for Grammy Seresin, his father's grandmother who he had been particularly close with until she had passed at the age of a hundred and one. Coyote placed his for his brother, a police officer for the city of New Orleans and another for a family member who was trying to leave Brazil for the states. Payback's was the next, lighting his for his Aunt Nina who still lived in The Bahamas, hoping that no matter how far from home they were, that they would always be able to hear from each other.

You and Bob were the last, one for his parents and one for his Meemaw and Papa. In the quiet peace of the desert, you two had grown closer than ever, your bond unbreakable and your love for each other burning like the sun.

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