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Secret Smile: A Tale of Two Reunions (Chapter Seven)
Secret Smile | Javier Peña x female reader
Summary: Before returning to Colombia to get things right this time, Javi’s childhood best friend asks him to keep an eye out for his sister while they’re both stationed in the embassy. Only you don’t need Javier to keep an eye you her. Your role as a new legal advisor is all about keeping an eye on him after all
Sparks fly, lines will be drawn and broken and there’s everything to lose.
Word Count: 5.9 k
Chapter Warnings: 18+ blog, language, mentions of alcohol, reader has a nickname (Blue) but no physical descriptors are used, depression, past sexual harassment and sexism, past toxic workplace with pretty terrible HR management, un beta’d.
Author's Notes: Thanks, as always, for all your lovely comments and reblogs to this fic so far. It means the world to me. I've been very nervous about this chapter but I hope it works?
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Javi’s never spent much time in Florida before. Besides growing up in Texas, most of his working career has been spent in Colombia, or briefly Mexico at the start. He’s had a couple of meetings in DC, most notably the time he thought he would be fired and instead was offered this promotion.
Perks of the job, he supposes. Join the DEA and you’ll get to explore new places while stopping the bad guys; that was how it had been sold to him back in the day.
It’s draining though. Today he’s been in three different countries, taken two flights, plus he chased Jurado across a town like he still thought he was in his twenties. At least there’s only an hour time difference here. At least they get tonight to reset. You and Javi can’t fly back to Colombia until the morning so Javi and you have been booked into a nearby hotel.
You’re still with the lawyers from Justice. In fact, you were the one who had suggested he go back to the hotel, that why didn’t he check in with Steve while he was here, make the most of the unexpected delay? There isn’t anything else he can do right now.
So now he’s at the hotel bar, having just finished a decidedly average burger and fries that was the only meal that met the new expenses policy limits, making sure to pocket his receipt while he remembers, and you’re probably still working.
Since he came back to Colombia, since you came back into his life, he’s only really seen you working in the embassy. He’s watched you make calls, plans, smooth paths and write paperwork. He’s never seen you like he has today though; in full lawyer mode.
You’re impressive.
There were other lawyers there and waiting but it was you Javi was watching, you who took control of the situation and pushed for solutions. You who spoke to them to prepare the testimony from Jurado, who had written the deal out already.
Then when Javi walked back in the room some time later and saw Jurado’s lawyer, he knew. He saw your face, the frustration clear, but you still tried.
He watched you dodge and weave through Starkman’s arguments, to try and make the deal still happen. You were calm, methodical, collected. Every now and then you’d meet Javi’s gaze, looking desperately like you wanted to roll your eyes at him over some unwelcome road bump and then turning your attention back to the moment as thought you had never looked at him.
You’ve both changed so much since Laredo; he remembers you there as shy, nervous, passionate about the things you loved, yes, but never like this.
It’s not enough though.
All that effort, running around Curacao in the sweltering heat and damn near falling of a roof like an idiot, all of it is for nothing. Javi has a feeling it doesn’t matter how skilled you are as a lawyer; it’s all going nowhere without Christina. Jurado won’t talk until she’s safe. Javi doesn’t even blame him.
Javi wonders what that’s like, loving someone that much. Though he wonders how much love there is to expose your wife to that situation, to use her passport to further your work. She was clearly unhappy when Javi spoke to her, he could see the loneliness in her eyes. The Jurados are truly in a sorry mess now.
Javi’s time in Colombia is one step forward and five steps back. Franklin’s wife still hasn’t arrived at the embassy. Javi swears Christina was on board, she was ready when he spoke to her on the runway - she was meant to be on her way so he can’t see her going to Jurado’s employers instead. No, there’s a rising sense of dread and worry coating his skin like sweat. Things are only going to get worse. Stoddard and the team are trying to find where she might be in the city, to see if they can get her and bring her to the US.
There’s nothing he can do from here right now though. He’s a passenger right now, until tomorrow, until they land back in Bogotá. He’s powerless and he hates it.
He notices Steve instantly as he walks over to Javi’s table in the smoking section. Javi moves his empty plate to one side before standing up to greet his old partner.
Steve looks well - being away from Colombia suits him. The last time they’d spoken, Steve had said that things were a lot better with him and Connie, that Olivia was in preschool and happy, that being home was working for him. He’s a DEA consultant now; he trains new agents, provides case studies or advice on how to approach a case.
He’s not in the field though.
Steve fought his battle. He was there when they took down Escobar.
They order drinks and make the initial small talk before Steve proudly shows Javi the latest photo of Olivia in his wallet. If anything is a stark reminder of the years that have passed, the sizeable amount of Javi’s life dedicated to this war, it’s seeing that Olivia isn’t a baby anymore. She’s a child with her hair in bunches and a wide toothy grin on her face. Javi wonders if she even remembers Colombia now, if she would remember him or any of her time there.
A few minutes later, Steve takes a gulp from his beer and looks at Javi carefully. His expression is one Javi recognises; this is the moment when Steve is getting to the crux of whatever he wanted to raise.
“I can’t believe they wanted you back,” he says lightly.
“Me either. Thought I was being fired when I went to DC after it all went down.”
“You’re a good agent, Javier. You know we couldn’t have - we couldn’t have done what we did without you. I just still can’t get over that you actually went back there,” Steve continues and Javi gets the sense that Steve means a lot more than just that the DEA had invited him back. “That you’ve spent months back there again and what - you’re in for a few more, another year of this?”
He’s not sure how to respond that, what he’s supposed to say about the albatross of obligation and redemption that’s bound so tightly around his neck that it’s become a noose.
“Job wasn’t done, Steve. The Cali godfathers, all of that - I want to get it right. Besides, I’m not sure now I’m back that they actually did want me back.”
“What do you mean?”
Javi stubs out his cigarette. “They wanted a poster boy.”
Steve laughs at that, shakes his head. “And they thought of you?”
“Hey, of the two of us, I am obviously the better looking one.”
“In my first week in Bogotá, you asked me to sneak papers down my trousers out of a secure lock up.”
“And I stand by that, Steve.”
“How the fuck would they ever have thought you’d just sit there and take that?”
Javi lights a cigarette and shrugs, offering the packet to Steve who shakes his head.
“I quit.”
“I did try the gum,” Javi admits before taking a long drag of his cigarette.
“That seems to be working out well for you,” Steve says dryly.
“Fucking brilliantly,” he says, raising his eyebrows.
“So, they wanted a figurehead, not - not you. How’s that going? You didn’t answer me. I know you, Javi, I know you wouldn’t do that.”
“They have tried to make it harder - fucking Stechner’s been - himself. Um, there’s a lawyer who works in tandem with Justice and the Ambassador and is my - unofficial liaison? I don’t know. Unofficially, they wanted her to keep an eye on me.” It feels like a terrible way to describe Blue, to introduce who she is to Steve.
Steve puts his glass down and meets Javi’s gaze straight on.
“What the fuck?”
“Yeah. It’s fine though. It turns out I knew her so -”
“Oh god, Javi. She’s not someone you slept with before, is she?”
“Wow, do you really think so little of me?”
Steve raises his eyebrows at Javi and yeah, maybe he knows where Steve is coming from. The thing is, despite his reputation, he doesn’t feel like he was as much as a rogue as people wanted to paint him.
“No, she’s from Laredo,” he says. “Actually, I was good friends with her brother growing up so I’ve known her a long time. Still am friends with her brother. She’s a good person, Steve. She wants the same thing as me. Blue wants us to get the godfathers, shut it down. We need to get real justice for the people, so that’s what we’re going for.”
“Blue?”
“Oh, fuck, it’s just her nickname from when we were kids.”
“So, you’re just working with her, Javi? This woman from your hometown, you’ve known for years you’re telling me? Who you call by her childhood nickname? Who is your friend’s sister? And you’re just … working together on this?”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“You forget I know you Javi and I’m hearing how you’re talking about her.”
“Fuck off.”
“Too close to home? Tread carefully, Javi, please.”
He doesn’t know the half of it, Javi thinks, immediately thinking of the moment he almost kissed you. He takes a deep drag of his cigarette and doesn’t answer letting silence be his answer.
“How’s it down there now anyway?“ Steve asks after a moment. His voice manages to convey both a desire to be distanced from Bogotá and a sense of wistfulness at once. Javi gets it.
“It’s the same but different, Steve. The godfathers aren’t like Escobar. It’s a whole different type of battle down there right now.” Javi can’t tell Steve about the surrender deal he’s blown up, about the way everything is working out, or rather how it isn’t, about how fragile and terrifying the odds feel right now.
“So, what are you going to do when it’s done?”
“No fucking idea. You’re the one who said I was a lifer.”
Steve pauses and takes a sip of his own drink. “Yeah, I did say that didn’t I?”
Javi shrugs, raises his beer to his friend in a mock salute.
He’s not sure how to truly answer Steve. He’s not sure what’s next for him; he can’t see himself in Laredo but the job is weighing on him, the job is changing. In all honesty, he has no clue what will come next. Home? His dad’s ranch? The life he originally wanted to escape? It’d be kind of poetic, he supposes. He’s not sure what else there is for him except DEA station after station for the rest of his life, watching his agents take part in missions while he sits in a suit and argues with other people about it.
“Anyway, tell me what’s new with you,” Javi asks instead.
The paperwork and handoff with your Justice colleagues takes hours. A part of you almost enjoyed the discussions with Starkman, the back and forth and chess moves to try and get what you needed.
You’re still not there though and that’s frustrating, draining even. You’re used to getting through a problem, but this one worries you.
Still, Jurado is in custody, the team have a solid case against him and that prosecution will proceed. Javi just needs him to talk and maybe he can get Christina back at the table too.
You’ve done as much as possible right now.
All you can think about right now is how desperately you’re looking forward to getting to your hotel room and changing out of these sticky, creased clothes, having a shower and then sleeping until you need to get up for Tomorrow’s flight to Bogotá. You’re past the point of wanting food, of wanting anything other than this day to be over and for you to crawl into bed.
You’re finally on your way out of the building when you bump into him.
He looks just like he did all those months ago, back when you were last in DC. An expensive suit, intricately coiffured honeyed hair, wafting overpriced cologne that follows him with every step.
“What are you doing here?” you ask, a mix of surprise and horror in your voice when you watch his eyes take you in. Your palms are becoming sweaty already and you’re desperate to get out of this building, to get as far away from here as quickly as possible.
This can’t be happening. He can’t be here.
“Oh, just a Justice case I’ve been working on. I can’t really -“ he says after a pause.
“Right, of course.” You’re wondering if you can get away with stamping your heel through his overpriced Italian shoes before you run out of the building.
“Why are you here? The last I heard you were working in Mexico?”
You feel a pang of annoyance; frustration that he knows enough about you to know you were working abroad, that he assumed it would be in Mexico. You’re outraged that his tone is as relaxed as it is, almost lazy. How dare he? How fucking dare he?
“Colombia,” you correct. “That’s why I’m here - it’s for the case we’re working on.”
“Damn, that’s intense.”
“It’s fine,” you say, your voice unfamiliar and sharp. It’s the same tone you used to employ in the courtroom against particularly difficult attorneys. It’s your ice queen voice, the one that other lawyers used to dread, that earned you your steely reputation for excellence.
The memories flood you; good, bad, somewhere in between. It’s like an avalanche, as though everything you’ve been avoiding has just hit you all at once and your chest is tight and you’re not entirely sure if you’re even breathing correctly right now.
You left DC to avoid having to go through this. You fucking moved country to avoid this.
How can he be here? What forces have you upset to bring such an awful, obscure coincidence into your day? And if he’s here, what if …
Their names freeze on your tongue. You swallow, even though your mouth feels bone dry. You can do this, you think. You can.
“You took the job I was going for, after everything,” you say, folding your arms around yourself. The hate, rage, and devastation tastes sour like bile in your mouth. “Even after what happened?”
You remember everything.
“It was a promotion. Did you honestly expect me to say no? You wanted that job too, remember? You can’t honestly tell me you have said no if our positions were reversed.”
“Of course I would have.”
“No, you wouldn’t. You’re kidding yourself if you think that. I know you; I remember what you were like in court. You’re ambitious.”
It’s not a point worth arguing. You know the truth and you know you’ll never know what could have been. You’re sure you wouldn’t have though, you’re sure your moral code would have prevailed.
In another world though, maybe the positions are reversed and you’re standing in Simon’s shoes. If that had happened then you’d never have bumped into Javi again, you’d be in DC going about your old life with your old friends. It’s unimaginable.
You feel like that version of yourself is dead.
“So, what? Now you work with them?” you probe, because now the wound is open you can’t stop the outpouring, “What, do you all sit in the office together? Have a good laugh and joke about it - about me? Do you join in?”
He whispers your name, gaze fixated on the floor. All you can think is that this man used to be your friend and now he can hardly meet your eyes. You can barely even think of him without your blood pressure rising.
“Nothing actually happened,” Simon says after a moment, “he didn’t actually do anything to you, didn’t even touch you. That’s what you said to me, remember? Look, everything got out of hand, it didn’t need to go down like that.”
There’s an uncomfortable silence as you take in his admonishment. It’s on you then, you’re the one who rocked the boat, who blew the whistle. No, that’s not right.
“Fuck you. I never want to speak to you again, Simon.”
You spin on your heels, eager to get away, get out of here. Your heart is racing, your body feels numb and the voices of the ghosts that haunt you whisper in your ear the whole way to the hotel.
“Hey Shelley, it’s Jamie …I don’t think she’s doing so well. I think you should try and get a flight out … I know … I know … Shelley? I don’t know if she’s coming back from this. I think we’re losing her.”
You sink your head deeper into the bath water as though the water has the answers. Maybe Jamie’s right.
You’re not sure who you are anymore, who you can trust.
Maybe they’re right. Maybe it’s all you. Maybe you’ve misinterpreted and twisted it all. You’ve been through it a thousand times and each time the details get hazier, less clear. You doubt yourself more by the day. Some days you’re not even sure what’s real anymore.
You have so much more empathy for any witness you’ve ever put on the stand now.
Maybe Jamie’s right too. You’re not sure how you come back from this? How do you ever go back to the office and just pretend it hasn’t happened?
You’ve prided yourself on being a strong lawyer, on being one of the best in your office. You never give up. Not usually.
This is different though.
You’re so tired. So drained. You feel like there’s nothing inside you anymore, like the process of the last few months has shucked the life out of you leaving only a shell behind.
Your promotion is over. You’ll have to continue to sit opposite them day in and day out and just - pretend? Every day, hour after hour, you’ll just sit there and know they’ll be talking about you the second you leave the room. You’ll be given all of the lousy cases, never progress further. You’ll be the cautionary tale to any other woman in the office who would dare speak up. You’ll be judged, you’re already being judged.
It’s only been two weeks and you can’t do it a day longer.
You’re done.
Your ex-boyfriend is sleeping on your sofa because he’s the only person you have left in this city. Because every other friend you have in this city you have either just realised is not your friend, or you have quietly just shut out until they stopped calling.
Except for Jamie, and that’s only because of Shelley and Carlos. Only because they called him out of worry, out of fear. Only because Shelley wouldn’t let you cut her off and leave you to your loneliness.
In her last call, she had gently suggested changing jobs, seeking a change of scenery - was that how she phrased it? It wasn’t running away, she said, it would be prioritising yourself. She mentioned that Laredo needed a new ADA. It felt too close though. You can’t go home broken like this, you’re not ready.
You heard from an old law school friend there was good legal work available in some of the embassies a while ago, that he’d got to travel to amazing countries for his job before he’d settled down in California last summer. Maybe something like that would be far enough away. He’d offered to recommend you for a post if you were looking for something new. You were going for the promotion then though so you put him off. But now?
You rise up from the bathtub, rest your arms either side of the bath and think for a moment.
Maybe Shelley’s right. It’s time for a change.
He sees you in the lobby just as he’s leaving the bar with Steve. Javi feels a little lighter; catching up with Steve has helped. For an hour or so, he’s been able to forget about Christina, to forget about Jurado, to remember when the job was more active, when he had a partner with him on this and he didn’t have to wear a suit and sit in stressful meetings.
Before Steve turned up in Colombia, Javi had felt like he was treading through molasses, every step infinitely harder than it should be. No one cared enough, he was fighting and it felt futile.
Javi scoffs at the memory. Yeah, why is that familiar again?
He waves you over with a casual smile as your paths are about to cross.
“Hey, Blue, this is -” Javi begins.
“I’m so sorry, I have to go,” you say, brushing past him.
Javi looks at your retreating form in surprise. “That was weird.” He’d thought you want to meet Steve, after all you’d encouraged him to meet Steve in the first place.
“She’s upset,” Steve says quietly.
“What? No, she isn’t, Steve.” You’re clearly not upset; Javi knows you, knows how tough you are. No, Steve has to be wrong.
“Well, she looked upset,” Steve persists.
“How do you - you don’t even know her, Steve.”
“I have a wife, Javi, and she looks like Connie when she’s upset. ”
He thinks back to your face as you walked back - everything in your body seemed tightly coiled like a spring and were those tears in your eyes? Your voice was so distant too. Maybe things had been more stressful with the Justice guys than he thought.
He’s not sure where you are in the hotel though; whether he should even try and talk to you right now.
Steve’s right though, something’s wrong and Javi needs to know why.
You make your way to the plane quietly, noticing Javi standing by the gangway, coffees balanced precariously in your hands. He’s wearing his DEA jacket and yellow aviators that he’s clearly had for a while.
He nods in acknowledgement when he sees you.
You wordlessly hand him a coffee before you both walk onto the plane.
The coffee served at breakfast was terrible; maybe the worst hotel coffee you’ve ever had. You’d taken full advantage of a five-minute window to get coffee at the airport; it was a need not a want. You’d bought one for Javi without a thought.
He smiles when he takes the coffee and your fingers brush very slightly in the handover.
“You saw the breakfast coffee then?” He asks lightly, giving you the out. In this moment you think he might be the best person you know.
“That wasn’t coffee. No idea what it was, but it wasn’t coffee.”
The two of you sit opposite each other, your coffees on the table in front of you.
“How was Steve?” you ask politely as the plane begins to move down the runway, “I’m sorry I had to uh, go straight to the room. Think I ate something off.” You hate that such an embarrassing lie is your excuse, that you prefer the idea of Javi thinking that than knowing you were upset, than running the risk of him asking why.
“Are you okay now?” Javi asks before sitting opposite you on the plane.
“I’m fine.”
“Steve thought - I thought … ”
“I’m fine.”
“Are you sure?”
No, you think, no I have hardly slept and I feel ridiculous that last night took me back like it did.
“I’m fine,” you repeat.
Javi nods at you but his furrowed brow tells you that he doesn’t believe you.
“Still no word from Christina?” you ask, automatically squeezing your knee as you feel the plane ascend higher in the air.
“No,” Javi says, pinching his brow. “Are we fucked without her?”
“We need to find her to secure Jurado’s testimony, yes. But if you have something else, another angle for this case then … maybe we’ll be okay.”
“What is really going on with you?”
Perhaps it’s because he’s persistent, perhaps it’s because he is meticulously trained in extracting truths from people, or perhaps it’s because he’s from home and he feels safe right now. You feel the words rise up though.
“I saw someone I used to work with.”
“And that upset you?”
“Yes.”
“Did they say something to you? Was that why were you upset?”
“No, he didn’t.”
“So did the bastard break your heart back in DC or something?” Javi jokes and then pauses when he sees your face.
You could let him have this misunderstanding. Pin it all on his assumption. You can see the cogs turning, the maths in his head, your near kiss makes sense to him now and your subsequent rejection.
You should let him believe this.
“Javi,” you say softly, “you have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“So tell me,” he says bluntly, looking at you with plaintive eyes. “Help me understand.”
“He was a friend and now he’s not. It’s simple. No big drama,” you say, looking out of the window at the cerulean sky all around you.
“Well, something clearly happened.” Javi shifts forward towards you, his elbows on the plastic table between you, hands closer to yours. “Blue, did something happen yesterday? Do we need to -” You can hear a hint of alarm in his voice and quickly realise what he’s assuming.
“No, no. He didn’t - please, it’s nothing. It’s honestly not - I’m just - it’s nothing, Javi.”
“It’s nothing? Doesn’t sound like nothing.”
“It’s a long story.”
“Well, we’ve got time.” He shifts, moves his hands across the desk that divides you; the distance between your bodies feeling more like a chasm with each breath.
“It’s stupid, don’t worry about it, Javi. Nothing happened,” you say, aware you’re just repeating Simon’s own words and excuses to you.
“Blue?”
There are wars in your head. Arguments screaming and competing to be the loudest. You want to tell him. You can’t tell him.
You have this overwhelming desire to bare your soul right now though, you would like him to know and to understand.
It’s pathetic though, you think, so trifling to someone like him. He’s worked for the DEA for around a decade; Javi’s heard and probably seen far, far worse things happen to people. Simon’s words repeat over and over in your mind.
“Nothing actually happened … he didn’t do anything to you.”
If nothing happened though, why did it affect you so much? You’ve prosecuted far more evil men in your career: murderers, rapists. You know how the world works. That office, those men, even without touching you they broke you down. Sometimes you hate yourself for that, that you let that happen.
“It’s okay,” Javi says suddenly, breaking you out of your thoughts. “I’m sorry I asked. You don’t have to -”
“I was applying for a promotion, for the same job Simon has now. I would have been running the department I worked for and I was ready for it. I was so ready for it, Javi. I - there were always comments and I’m used to that. I’ve been the only woman in my office many times before. I know what to expect, how to ignore it and block it out. I know people say about me behind my back.”
“Blue -”
“There was this guy though, not the guy from yesterday, not Simon. It was someone else.”
You pause, unwilling to say his name and wring your hands. Just thinking about taking about this has made your throat feel dry, your palms sweaty and there’s a slow building sense of dread.
You steal a look at Javi who’s calm and solid and you realise that right now you do want to explain it to him. You do want to tell him.
You’d like him to understand.
It’s just finding the right words. The ones that don’t make it sound worse than it was, because you always worry that if you do that somehow you’re taking something away from the people who’ve really been through it. But it’s about finding the words that don’t lessen it either. You’re balancing on a tightrope of trying to convey the right tone, the right intent. You want to be dispassionate when you tell him about something you can never be dispassionate about.
“He made me feel uncomfortable,” you say after a moment.
Javi furrows his brow at this. You notice the way he fidgets with his hand on the table; a tic you’ve noticed throughout the past few months. He flutters his fingers before clenching them together, it’s a telling physical manifestation of his nerves you’ve picked up over the months.
“Don’t look like that, Javi, he didn’t do anything, not really.”
“So he did do something?” Javi asks, his eyes have become so intensely dark they’re almost obsidian and his gaze is completely focused on you. You notice how he scans you over, almost checking as though there’s some type of physical mark or scar he can find and appoint to this story.
“Hey, who’s the lawyer here?” you ask, desperate to break the moment, shaking your head. Javi raises his hands in mock defeat and you take a deep breath.
“He made comments, a lot of them and they were - nothing unusual at first, but then maybe they felt almost a little sinister and I - I started to feel really vulnerable in the office. I had to work with him on this important case, we were alone and - and I know it was only words but still. Anyway, I made a complaint.” You regard the dark varnish on your nails, notice the chip on your left index finger before you look at the floor. “That was a mistake. Big mistake.”
“Blue,” Javi says sadly.
“I know, it doesn’t sound all that relevant yet. It will. Anyway, it didn’t go well. They just - closed ranks. My promotion was cancelled. I uh - everyone in the department talked about what had happened openly in the office. Everything I’d spent years working towards for slipped away from me in a second.”
“And what happened to the guy?”
”He didn’t face any consequences and uh, that’s where Simon comes in, I guess. He got my promotion. And uh, to do that, he sided with the guy when he spoke to my old boss. They all did. Only Simon told me beforehand that he believed me. Didn’t stop him from going after a promotion though.”
“Fucking asshole.”
“That was the worst part of it all - Simon was my friend, Javi. I thought he was my friend.”
Even now you can hear the heavy pain in your voice when you say that, the way his betrayal had just been too much and had cut you open deeper than any knife could have.
“Oh, Blue. It’s okay, you don’t have to -”
“So obviously, I couldn’t stay there after that. When this opportunity came up, I figured I should just do it. Seize the day, right?”
“Seize the day,” Javi repeats flatly.
“And I ended up here.”
You don’t feel relief at your confession; you feel embarrassed. Javi’s DEA - he’s probably heard of far, far worse things happening to other women. Here you are, a mess over seeing someone who let you down once. Here you are, the woman who clearly just couldn’t take a joke.
“Stop that,” he says gently, reaching for your hand and gently squeezing it.
“Stop what?”
“I can see those thoughts going through your head. Don’t.”
“I just -”
“What a fucking shitbag,” he mumbles, “I’m sorry that happened.”
“Wasn’t you,” you say quietly. “It was a while ago, I’m over it. It just bought some stuff up.”
“If you’d told me last night -”
“What, you would have found out where he was and confronted him?”
“Maybe,” he says with a crooked smile and shrug.
“Javi.”
“Blue,” he says, teasingly matching your tone.
“How was Steve?” you ask, desperate to divert attention from yourself. Javi looks at you for a long moment and then nods.
“He was okay,” he says, “It was good to catch up. Hadn’t seen him since I was last in Colombia.”
“Well, I’m glad you got to see him.”
A comfortable silence falls that is only broken when the pilot announces you’ll be landing shortly.
You strain to look out of the window, at the lush greenery and dramatic topography of Colombia.
“It’s a nicer plane than when I first came here.”
“Yeah?”
“I was stuck next to this guy who took up far more room than he should have, so I had to virtually hang over the aisle and then he had the audacity to spend the flight loudly snoring. He also had gas.”
Javi scowls in sympathy. ”Jeez.”
“I know.”
The plane lands smoothly and before you know it, you’re both standing up, ready to get back to the embassy and world.
This flight, this whole trip, has felt like a strange interlude from reality. One filled with ghosts and memories; welcome ones for Javi and unpleasant ones for you.
You’re ready to get back into that open plan office, to hearing meaningless gossip from Linda.
Javi takes your bag from the locker without a word, balancing it precariously with his own suitcase.
“Hey, Javi?” you ask as he hands your handbag when you finally descend the gangway.
“Yeah, Blue?”
“None of my family knows. I told my parents, told Rafa, it was a change I’d been planning for some time.”
“Understood. Thanks for - thanks for sharing that with me, cariño.” Javi nods at you, an unspoken message passing between you.
You’re nervous when you head into the office next day. While you spent most of your working day with Javi yesterday and nothing else was said about what you discussed on the plane, it’s plagued you.
What if he is different with you? What if this is another mistake and he judges you - or worse, what if he pities you? You don’t think you could stand to stay in this job if he looks at you with pity.
He’s standing in his office when you arrive. Arms folded onto his hips, staring at a pile of papers on his desk.
“Hey Javi.”
“Hi.” He looks at up and smiles. It’s a rare sight and you’re glad you’re a professional because his smile could floor you. You have a feeling Javi’s not really struggled for company over the years; that between his puppy eyes and soft smile, the low dulcet tones of his voice, he knows exactly what he is doing.
“So uh, what’s the plan?” you ask, taking a long sip from the mug of coffee you dutifully took from your office kitchen to Javi’s. You’re very glad the embassy safety representative didn’t see you, no doubt they’d tell you off for wandering around with open topped hot beverages.
You needed the coffee though, needed the defensive barriers you knew it would provide.
You didn’t really sleep much last night.
Jurado is a mess, the deal’s off and no matter how hard you tried, he just won’t talk without his wife.
“We’re going after Miguel Rodríguez,” he says after a pause. “That’s the next step.”
“Have we got a plan?”
“Yeah, we do. Feistl’s got an informant, we can get him, Blue. It’s not over yet.”
“It’ll need some thought, Javi - you don’t want to tip him off. Right now, from what I hear from the local prosecutors, things are not looking great. Miguel’s a loose cannon. It’s a worry. ”
“So, let’s stop him,” Javi says simply. “We’re nearly there.”
“Okay,” you reply, “Okay, Javi. I’m with you.”
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a quick errand
Darius Morgan x f!reader
2.6k words
🔞NSFW 18+ ONLY 🔞
cw: unprotected, fingering, creampie, darius wears a wedding ring (but he's divorced), smoking, sloppy kissing, tit play, possessive!Darius (if you squint), praise, mild size kink (he has a big cock what can I say), reader wears lingerie
pet names: love, baby, good girl/naughty girl
You had just stopped by the police station to get some paperwork from Captain Morgan. You were on another one of his cases and Artem loved to make you run little errands like this. Of course you didn't mind, even though Darius wore a wedding ring you found him very easy to talk to and even occasionally flirted with him knowing it wouldn't go anywhere.
"Anything else you need from me?" He asked as you flipped through the binder.
"This looks like everything." You smiled. You were about to excuse yourself when he spoke.
"You know, you've been very helpful with these cases lately. Have you ever considered being a detective?" You could sense a bit of fondness in his words.
"My passion is in the courtroom." You studied him a little closer. "Are you trying to poach me, Captain?" You chuckled.
"No, no, I just feel like I should be paying you for the good work you do." He laughed with you. "Besides, I think Mr. Wing would have my head if I stole you out from under him." He seemed a little dejected, even though his offer wasn't really serious.
"Artem doesn't really have anything to do with it." Even though he was married, you still had a crush on Captain Morgan and you didn't want him thinking you were unavailable. "He's just my boss." You could feel your heart beating a bit faster as Darius stood.
He walked over to his office door and closed it, leaning against it as he lit a cigarette. "And what about those other men I always see you with? Who are they to you?"
"Huh? Capt-"
"Call me Darius, please." His tone was gentle but firm. You turned in your seat to face him. He was leaning against the door, studying your reaction to his words.
"Darius," you smiled softly, "why do you want to know?" You watched him tap his cigarette on the ashtray near the door before bringing it to his mouth again.
"Answering a question with a question?" He chuckled. "I'm just trying to get to know you a little better." You might have gotten defensive if it was anyone else. But his soft laughter let your guard down. He could probably get you to tell him anything.
"Luke is just my childhood friend. Vyn is a valuable advisor. And Marius…" you couldn't quite find the words to describe him. After you paused, you could see Darius' expression harden. "I guess I'll just call him a friend."
"Why the hesitation?" He really was impossible to read. You figured that's what made him a good detective.
"Well, I'd say he's a client but we do hang out sometimes even though his case is over. I'm certainly closer to him than I am with any of my other past clients." You wondered why he was asking so much about the men in your life. The ring on his finger was prominent as he took a drag of his cigarette.
"So you're unattached." He finally spoke.
"You could say that…" you could feel your heart beating faster. You didn't really know what he was getting at, maybe he wanted to set you up? Surely he was not interested in you for himself.
"So when I say I want to reward you, do you have any problems with that?" He finished his cigarette and put it out.
"What do you mean?" Darius' office suddenly felt very small. Despite his open window and the light breeze, the smell of his cigarettes and cologne took over your senses. It was so cruel of him to be married and still monopolize your mind like this. So cruel of him to tease you when he was legally bound to another.
And yet, he never spoke of his wife to you. When you asked about her, he simply sighed and brushed it off. He always flirted back when you said something suggestive and sometimes even started it himself. And without fail he took the time to chat with you for a while every time you stopped by his office.
"I think you can figure out what I mean." Darius locked the door and removed his jacket before sitting on the small loveseat in the corner. "Sit with me." You watched him roll up his sleeves. This was your first time seeing his muscular forearms.
"Aren't you… married?" You spoke in a hushed tone. Despite your reservations, his presence was intoxicating. You watched him remove his tie and unbutton the top few buttons of his shirt. The room was thick with sexual tension as he dragged his gaze down your body.
"No." He slipped the ring off his finger and flicked it across the room. "She divorced me last year. I didn't want to talk about it so I kept wearing the ring." He put his elbows on his knees and leaned forward, staring at the silver band on the floor.
You quickly left the seat across his desk to join him on the loveseat. "Darius…" you put a hand on his back as you tried to console him.
"Don't worry about it." He looked back at you and smiled. "It's been long enough.”
“Are you sure?” You underestimated how much you were drawn to him. Even just sitting next to him had your nerves blaring, your thoughts barely coherent as your fingers traced the muscles of his back.
“I want you.” He leaned back, his brown eyes gazing into yours as his hand draped over your thigh. “That much I’m certain of.”
You had daydreamed about this. You hated to admit with all of the men fawning over you that the one that was completely unavailable to you had piqued your interest. So while you entertained the idea of others, you were really set on Darius. You’d made up scenarios of how he’d confess his love to you, how you’d push him away because of his marriage. Or even how you’d give in and let him fuck you senseless over that desk of his.
You never prepared for this. Sure, a divorce had entered your mind on occasion, but you never could have imagined he was divorced this whole time. All this flirting and tension was unresolved simply because he continued to wear that ring. Sure, there was the possibility that he was lying, but that smile. That smile was the most genuine smile you’d seen on Darius’ face.
“Well? How about it?” He brought you out of your thoughts and your eyes traced over his body. He was leaning closer to you now, his disheveled hair falling into his face. His fingers slowly moved up your thigh, yet still respectful of your pencil skirt. You could see his chest peeking out of the top of his shirt, seeing he was far more built than you thought.
“Okay,” you spoke quietly. “What’s my reward then?”
"What would you like?" He inched towards you until your breath mingled.
"You seem to have thought about this for quite a bit…" you smirked. "How about you take the lead?"
"Mmm…" his voice was husky, "exactly what I was hoping to hear." He didn't waste any more time, supporting the back of your head with one of his large hands as he captured you in a deep kiss. His other hand remained on your thigh, his thumb making small circles as his tongue entered your mouth.
You could feel the heat pulsing through your body already. His kisses were firm but desperate. His hands seemed frozen in place, it was clear he hadn't done this in a while. You took his bottom lip between your teeth to try to encourage him. As you pulled away, you met his lusty gaze and found it easy to lose yourself in those soft brown eyes.
Without warning, he hooked a hand under your legs and pulled them over his lap, reclining you against the arm of the loveseat before leaning over you. One of his arms braced him against the loveseat while the other pushed at the hem of your skirt. He dove in for another kiss, this time more reckless as if you'd found something in him that he thought he'd lost.
Darius pressed himself more tightly against you, drinking in your heavy breaths as his teeth clashed with your lips. It was as if he was determined to make you his. To make you forget those other boys you were always with. To make you surrender yourself to him like he'd been dreaming you would.
He urgently peppered kisses along your jaw before remembering that you were still fully clothed. You understood what he wanted when his lips reached your collar and you quickly unbuttoned your blouse. Your lacy bra was just barely visible as his kisses impatiently followed your hands down your front.
"You didn't wear this for me, did you?" He barely separated from your skin as the hand that was on your thigh moved to your breast. Heat rushed to your cheeks. You wished the answer was no, but it wasn't. You had a feeling Artem would have you running an errand here today and you always wore something sexy under your clothes when you knew you'd see Darius. Your silence spoke volumes as his thumb rubbed your nipple through the lace.
"You did?" He chuckled, his lips pressing against the exposed flesh of your tit. "Such a naughty girl…" His kisses now slowed. It was clear he was feeling more confident knowing you'd worn lingerie with the hopes he'd be the one undressing you.
"It's not…" your breathing was labored as his mouth toyed with your nipple through the fabric of your bra. "It's not like that…'' you repeated yourself, arching your back as his attention sent butterflies up your spine.
"You're not telling me there's someone else." His voice was lower than usual. Almost possessive. "That would be cruel of you." He pushed the straps of your bra to the side and your breasts spilled out, your nipples hard from his touch.
"Not half as cruel as you, leading me to believe you were married this whole time." You tangled one of your hands in his messy hair while the other trailed down his muscular arm.
"That's not a no." He stopped, his brown eyes staring at you until you returned his gaze. Your body yearned for him to keep kissing you. To keep touching you.
"There is no one else." You spoke softly. "I'm yours, and yours alone, Darius."
"Good girl." He purred, languidly directing his attention back to your tits. He took one nipple between his lips while he pinched the other, making you moan from the contact on your bare skin.
As he sucked you, you could feel his cock twitch against the back of your thigh. You sighed with pleasure, your body responding to every flick of his tongue. You arched your back more, curling your toes in a way that made one of your heels clatter to the floor.
Just as your cunt ached for attention, Darius' hand wandered down your torso. He took his time, running his fingers down your hips, along the curve of your ass, then back up your thigh. He hooked his thumb under the hem of your skirt, finally pushing it up and exposing your sex. You gasped as he tugged at your panties.
"Hmm…" he glanced down to see it was a set. "They match." He smiled to himself before haphazardly pulling them to your knees. He rubbed two fingers along your folds, stroking you and feeling how wet you already were.
"Do you always wear lingerie when you see me?" Darius shifted so he was hovering above your face again. You avoided his direct eye contact, unsure if the heat rushing to your cheeks was from embarrassment or arousal. His fingers circled your clit as he tilted his head to where your eyes landed. "Hm?" He smiled, having a feeling he already knew the answer.
"Y-yes…" you muttered, almost inaudibly.
He chuckled and dropped his head in the crook of your neck. "I can't believe I kept you waiting so long… you're so perfect…" he mumbled against your skin as he started kissing your collarbone. You could feel his thick cock against your thighs as his fingers slid into your cunt. You moaned as he pumped them in and out, preparing you for his dick.
“It’s been a while since I…” He trailed off, his hard cock finishing his statement for him with another twitch.
“It’s ok.” You quickly reassured him, your pussy aching to be filled as it clenched around his calloused fingers. “Darius, I…” You lost your train of thought when he picked up his head, heavy blush decorating his cheeks as he gazed at you with those sexy chocolate eyes. “I want you inside me.” You spoke in barely a whisper, the words falling from your lips without a thought.
“Anything, love.” His slip of the tongue made your heart race even faster as he kissed you again. His tongue and saliva were messy as he desperately positioned himself between your legs. You could hear the clattering of his belt falling on the floor and the shuffle of his slacks dropping below his cock, which now poked at your entrance. He separated from you only to glance down, making sure he was lined up with your hole. You practically drooled at his size despite the fact that it was hard to see his full length from this angle.
“Ready?” He asked, seeming to need the reassurance more than you did.
“Yes, please…” He slid himself between your folds, collecting your juices on his tip before plunging himself deep inside you. You moaned at the stretch, tangling your fingers into his messy hair as his attention returned to you. He thrust himself in and out of you slowly at first, getting a feel for the way you wrapped around him.
“Fuck…” He shuddered, kissing your neck as he fucked you dumb, his dick reaching your most sensitive spot with each thrust.
“Holy shit… Darius…” Moans spilled from your lips, and while you tried to be quiet about it since you were in his office, you couldn’t hold yourself back. He felt too good. The tingling pleasure quickly spread through your whole body, taking you right to the edge. You couldn’t even think straight anymore. His heavy cock pistoned inside you. His teeth left marks of desperation on your neck. From the sound of your moans, he didn’t need his deductive skills to know you were close.
“I’m so-”
“Shh…” Darius hushed you. “I know, baby…” He began chasing his own high as he spoke. “Wait for me, ok? Let’s cum together.” His breath fanned over your skin. You were so sensitive. Each time he hit that bundle of nerves you were at risk of giving in to your pleasure but you held yourself back and let him edge you.
“Such a good girl…” He mumbled, ramming into you haphazardly. “So good for me…” You didn’t know how much longer you could take it. Your body was on fire, tingling all the way to your fingertips and toes in anticipation.
“D-darius…” You whimpered as his breaths got shaky.
“C-cum with me… !” He grunted, you could feel his seed spilling into you, the pressure pushing you over the edge as you sex flooded with pleasure. You clenched around him, your slick dripping at the base of his cock as he shuddered again. You both rode out the high, breathing heavily as your intertwined bodies buzzed with ecstasy. Finally, he collapsed on top of you, his dick still nestled in your tight cunt.
“Fuck…” You were still catching your breath. “I don’t know how to go back to work after that…”
“Call in sick.” He calmly responded, also a little out of breath.
“Artem’s already seen me today…” You sighed. It would be strange if you called in sick at this point.
“Then I’ll just tell him I’m borrowing you for the afternoon,” Darius smirked. “There’s a case in my bedroom I think I’ll need help with.”
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The Nun and her Familiar (Gun x Reader)
Chap 2
Summary: Your third-year student is now summoning your own familiar and somehow you have summoned a literary hot-as-hell demon as your familiar. Your familiar, He is a sadistic man that loves to see your struggles when you're fighting monsters, he loves to see you squirm as he goes near you and especially when he mentions your "meat" is his favorite part.
He wonders when will give in to him
A/N: I am back! I am so burned out/too busy and out of ideas lol. as this also just fanfiction is just on a whim that I made! I probably shoud go back to drawing and stack every paragraph on this story. (being 3rd year in 2nd sem kicked my gear into lazy mode and busy catching up)
Warning: Implied NSFW(?)
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Both of them arrive at the grand door beside the door there is a plate that is written ‘Place the Gifts and Letter for Head Priest DG here’ with an arrow that points down and you can see a lot of gifts, flowers, and letters being placed under a metal plate.
Y/n prepares herself to knock on the door, and Gun is at her back staring at Y/N's figure since they have left the summoning room.
'Her physic is definitely different from what I remember from those past centuries those nun/clerics are too fragile. As they are basically so easy to break when they are in a field battle as they mostly serve as buffer and healer.' Gun admires his new master body while comparing her to those weaklings that he has fought with centuries or decades ago.
Knock
Knock
Knock
“Come in”
Creeeeeek
"Good afternoon Head priest DG" Y/n open the door gently as she doesn't want to disturb him. Entering the room with Gun, and bow to the head priest as a sign of respect. While Gun merely just stood beside her staring intensely at DG like he is pinning point on why does he look familiar.
The pink hair idol looking man name DG smiles as he put down his paper work "Ha, Miss L/N I have been informed by your advisor that you need to resolve the issues of your familiar" ignoring on the demons intense stare
Y/N simply nod at DG and explain the situation
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After Y/N explains the details, Head priest DG tapping his pointing fringer rapidly on the table thinking on how he would instruct Y/N problem.
And finally he stopped tapping.
"Miss Y/N, why don't you leave this problem to me I can process the form of this registration without any problem." He smiles
"Also can you leave first as I have to discuss something with your "familiar"" DG said to Y/N as he glares at Gun.
Y/N look at back and forth between them thinking that DG want to lecture a Demon and put a rule during his stay in the PTJ realm.
'Hopefully, they don't fight' Y/N thought as she leave the room.
Making sure the door closes tightly the two talk.
"It's been a while since we have met DG, ha no should I say James Lee the archangel." Gun smirk as he turns the door nob.
Dg smile turns into a shit grin like he gonna troll the crap out of Gun "Gun-ssi, You should already know already that I don’t go with the James Lee anymore, but you should hurry up and catch up with your new master. Wouldn't want her to steal away from some of her classmates right?"
Gun tsked as he remembered that his new master Y/n may probably get mobbed by his new fans due to him being a unique summon.
"Tell me what are you warning me about? "DG""
DG merely huffed at the remarked of Gun and leaned at his chair. "I would like to remind you to be on the watch list of the officials, so don't be reckless as you're gonna drag me into your problem."
"Of course of course, I won't do it out in the open with evidence DG. You must have forgotten that I keep my hands clean and legal." Gun slicked his hair back showing how confident and arrogant in his skills, turned his back from the pink hair priest and turned the doorknob.
"Before I go, I remember why they say that you are a demon dressed in angel from those times "DG "..... did you think that you can fool me on your tapping to cover those sinful sounds when this devil has sensitive hearing." Gun smirks as he goes out and closes the door.
UGK
A choking sound can be heard under the table of Dg.
"My my my Miss Kang don't worry about that, just keep on going, my dear"
Mmm?!?
"Yes yes, it's still safe to keep on going. He is merely teasing as he is also an unstated creature. Ha, surely no one will come here until the evening meeting… Why don't you sit on my knee, my dear." DG petting something? Someone? under his table.
Y/N being a good master she waits for Gun while she's staring outside the window, she still needs to show him around the campus and set some boundaries when she is in class or on fields. She doesn't want anyone to mob her for her unique familiar or just have him scaring the crap out of everyone from his majestic and terror aura.
"-Sensitive hearing"
Hearing the door closed, snaps her thoughts and looked at Gun who is approaching her.
"Ha! Gun! Did head priest DG talk to you about how you will settle?" Y/N rubs her neck nervously as she can feel the intense stare from her familiar.
In the spur of the moment, Gun brought his head beside Y/N's ear and whispered in a deep gritty voice. "My dear mistress, It's nothing to worry about."
Y/N backed away quickly while covering her right ear, blushing like a tomato at the Gun's whisper.
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‘Family Lawyer Near Me’: Making Legal Assistance Accessible and Convenient
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It was odd for Icelyn to be called for by Halloween Town's legal advisor. When she stepped inside, she would discover there was a small glass jar on his desk. A ribbon was tied around the neck, holding a card thar had her name written in that near-perfect handwriting. The jar was home to a rose, but not a black one that would be found in the town. Instead, it was pink.
"I... Am unsure how much of the other Holidays you know about, but Valentine's Day is a day commemorating love," Dante explained as he carefully lifted the present and offered it to her. "Not just romantic love, despite what one might assume. It's a time to show appreciation toward friends and family too. Besides, I thought it was a good excuse to look for a little bit of colour for you." (blueheartedmayor)
Icelyn had been sitting on the edge of the town fountain ghoul-watching when one of the office workers told her that her presence had been requested by Dante. Gathering up her things into her satchel, she made her way through the Town Hall until she stood outside Dante's office. Gently knocking before she entered, she stood nervously with her hands behind her back.
"You wanted to see me?" she asked softly, her footsteps leading her to the other side of the desk. Reaching out to receive the gift, her eyes lit up in wondrous surprise and a bright smile crossed her lips. "H-How did you know that pink roses are my favourite? I saw one when I was little - in the Human World - and it just..."
She quietened at his explanation, her smile slowly fading from excited to touched. "Thank you, Dante...I love it. I hadn't realised, but...that might explain why Mom and Dad moved Date Night to this evening."
Gently putting the plant down, she reached into her bag. "I actually have something for you, too..." She skimmed through her satchel, studying everything carefully until she found what she was looking for. "...here it is!"
She held out a black and white photograph to him. "It's the one we took the other week," she explained, the image depicting Dante smiling while Icelyn pulled a face. "I thought you might like it?"
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Goddammit that kiss got me sick. I cant stop feekin dyin o typhus long enough to do anything productive so here.
I built the AU Astarion from my kinkfic and im runnin him as an abberant mind mage.
This backstory is entirely off the rails of canon. So effin self indulgent. I apologise for nothing.
Astarion in this AU met Cazador a few years earlier, barely weeks after the guy commited Vampire Patricide. Cazador just up and tried to go for it, nearly ripped Astarions throat out and scared him off so bad the elf skips town.
Ends up in the underdark and finds himself hanging out with a bunch of pirates for a few decades. Almost immediately after marrying this noteably redheaded crewmate ("she had a penchent for silk ropes and putting twats in their place") their crew gets fucked by a new ring of slavers. He doesnt actually know how long he was with them, but hes narrowed it down to almost two years on that ship before being sold to a house in the underdark. He escaped fairly quickly from there, helped by an unusually large druid, whod been their captive long before astarion arrived.
He gets an escort back to his family home, where he learns hes a little past overdue for his coming of age.
After all hes experienced, and a mind freshly robbed of any comfort or escape his previous lives used to bring him in reverie, he doesnt much care about picking a new name. Something he knew would come off as practically sacrelidge to certain parties.
In the end he picks "Astarius" as his adult name to avoid the trouble of getting used to something new. Its a bit ambitious in nature, and the drama behind "God of Stars" pleased his father well enough.
He spends a brief time trying to heal himself with a group of gith monks who have taken over an old lethanderan temple.
But when their methods dont quite work for him, he falls back into pirating, though he acts as more of a legal advisor and launderer these days.
He was about 200 when he simultaniously opened two practices. One in Waterdeep, the other in Immurks Hold. He found it invigorating having to juggle the Immurk Code of Conduct and the laws of Waterdeep.
He found hed gotten over most of his developed fears through the fairly prominant presence of vampire Lord Artor Morlin in his dealings. Though always under the pseudonym of different mercantile captains, which Astarius thought to be very funny.
He was on a business trip in the underdark near Waterdeep when the events of baldurs gate 3 take place.
No matter where he goes, everywhere in the underdark is suddenly swarming with illithids, and its even worse up on the surface. The world is in shambles, theres nothing left after a mere few months. The world made utterly barren, the soil salted and waters poisoned.
The animals die off, the people left behind are systematically rounded up and slaughtered or turned.
Less than a decade later the last bastion (at least in faerun) is ironically Menzoberranzan, where Astarius is forced to return. But when he arrives, people have for the most part let go of the prejeduces that ruled them. Its a fairly plesant place to live for the year or so it survived after his arrival.
He didnt stay for a fight when they heard the illithids were finally going to launch an attack on them directly. Almost nobody stayed in the end. And an attack never came.
For whatever reason. They all just...left. all the illithids gathered in their nautiloids and left the planet behind.
The few hundreds, maybe a few thousand people left on Torill spread out. Even with nothing fit to grow or drink naturally, they still get by with magic if they are lucky, summon creatures and glean vegitation from other planes etc.
Until Magic ceases to exist. After four or five years. It just...stops happening. Something or someone has killed Mystra again. And this time it doesnt come back.
Devils have stopped answering summons, or showing up at all. Warlocks are the last to lose their powers.
Astarius survives because he must. And instead of being content to live in this barren waste of a planet, he sets to work on finding a way out. Either off the planet, into a new world. To the astral plane for all he fucking cared.
Somewhere...anywhere but here.
Hes nearly 400 by the time he makes an ounce of headway.
Near the dregs of what was once reithwith town, he finds a crypt nearly untouched by the desolation of time, and even deeper still, lay the literal gauntlet of bloody shar.
Most importantly theres meat. Actual real food that isnt insects or what few digusting plants can still grow.
An entire colony of rats to live off of for as long as he can keep them breeding faster than he, or they, can eat.
He lives in what he jokingly calls "squalid luxury" for days, exploring and narrowly escaping death a few times. Shar was still ever present. Of course she would be. Torill was perfect for her now.
Theres one area he avoids simply because of the rank stench, but eventually curiosity gets the better of him.
And there...near a pile of corpses deep within the temple, he finds a polyhedron relic, covered in what was clearly tir su script...
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