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#also i wanna let everyone know that i just found out piers wears a white glove on his left hand ive never noticed it until today
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britishassistant · 3 years
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Consider for the Supervillain AU: Yuu is currently playing Hostage for one of the Dorms when they hear a crashing sound from another room. Thinking it’s one of the RSA boys, they decide not to engage Prefect Time.
Turns out, it’s one of the other NRC villain teams pulling a raid on their current captors. When said raiders spot Yuu as a hostage, they take them along and end up protecting them.
After getting out the Villains base, the Raiding Team and Yuu take a quick breath at a designated rendezvous point.
Playing the role of Innocent Hostage, Yuu thanks the Raiding Villain team for Saving them.
“‘Save you’?” They say. “More like...’under new management’”
Yuu can’t even finish a word before they felt themselves getting regagged again (maybe in a different style to reflect the dorm that just ‘saved’ them). Yuu knows that they’re going to get a major headache from all this nonsense
Bonus points for the villains being petty and sending a picture to the Villain Dorm that just got raided of not only the stuff they stole but one adorable Hostage as well they found along the way
Thank you for the ask, dear anon!
Something’s... off today.
Yuu’s sitting in their cell in the lair, shuffling and reshuffling a deck of playing cards to try and pass the time.
They were trying to subtly gather information about Royal Flush’s latest heist from Ace and Deuce while playing Go Fish, but then both minions’ phones went off. The pair of them grabbed their weapons and left, promising that whatever was going on would take no more than five minutes.
That was ten minutes ago.
Maybe it’s that “Champion” hero again, trying to reclaim that topaz Royal Flush stole two nights ago. He causes enough collateral damage that his presence would certainly warrant a call for all hands on deck, especially if Niko Niko Neko has decided to lend him some help. Poor Ace of Diamonds still has a fractured collarbone from the heroes’ last “collaboration”, though at least Seven of Spades finally has the cast off her foot.
The cell block is soundproofed, so even if the reporter strains their ears, they can hear nothing of what could be going on in the rest of the base. The sound of cards flipping between their fingers is doing little to settle their nerves.
Yuu’s arm brushes against the brim of their fedora.
No. No need to be hasty. It’ll look too suspicious if The Prefect appears from the cells and it turns out to just be the RSA heroes saving the day after all. Plus the haphazard stitches from where Ace’s throwing cards cut into their ribs still haven’t healed enough that they won’t get pulled if Yuu starts running around willy-nilly, and then how will they explain the blood? There’s no need to jump to conclusions. There probably isn’t anything seriously wr—
A loud crash echoes from the entrance to the cell block.
Yuu stands, shoving the deck of cards into a pocket of their blazer. They rush to the bars of their cell, trying to peer through and see what the source of the noise is.
Thick plaster is rolling in from the entrance, obscuring their vision. They think they can glimpse the sight of the door, a twisted mess of wood and metal lodged in the opposing wall.
What in the name of the Great Seven could’ve—?!
The reporter’s blood runs cold at the sound of a low, rumbling growl.
It almost sounds like a dog warning an unwelcome intruder, if that dog were much, much bigger than even a Great Dane had any business being.
Not a dog then. Yuu exhales, and calls out in their most level voice. “Hello? Is someone there?”
If it’s a monster, it can probably already smell them if it’s growling like that, and the bars should provide some measure of defense if it attacks so Yuu can figure out how to subdue it enough to run. If it’s not a monster...
The growl grows louder, but also...less, somehow? As if it had changed outputs or something, like going from listening in stereo to through headphones.
A figure becomes visible through the dust and gloom. One that’s as tall and built as Yuuken is. Oh dear.
An angry looking man with white hair in a rough-and-tumble outfit looms in front of the cell, arms crossed and one pointed ear on the top of his head flickering. A beastman, probably some kind of canine if the growl was any indication.
The reporter fights the urge to swallow nervously. “Excuse me, but you aren’t one of Royal Flush’s minions, are you? Who are you? Are-were you being held captive too?”
The beastman doesn’t answer their questions. Instead, he barks, “You’re that reporter, right? The one who gets captured a lot.”
Yuu’s mouth flattens into a line, but they nod. Oh Seven, they hope that’s not what they’re becoming famous for. “Well, I am a hostage here, and I am a reporter for TWST local news. Yuu Radcliffe, and you are?”
The beastman grimaces, looking even angrier at the admission. “Get back.”
They obligingly let go of the bars and back up a few steps, shuffling away a few more when another growl ripples out the man’s chest. They tilt their head as he seizes the bars they were just holding. Wait, what does he think he’s—
There’s a hideous shriek of metal as the beastman’s muscles ripple and the bars bend apart like they’re no more than wet clay. The reporter can see indents of his grip left from where he pushed at the steel.
Yuu feels a little lightheaded, staring blankly as the beastman steps into the cell. They do startle when he pulls what looks like a small black sack out of his pocket, holding it out to their head. “Hey, what-?!”
“You wanna get out of here?” The beastman says brusquely. “You wear this.”
There’s a sinking feeling in Yuu’s gut, but the way he’s brandishing the sack makes them think he’s not about to take “no” for an answer. They doubt they could outrun him at this range, given that he’s blocking the new exit out of the cell. The reporter reluctantly takes the bag and pulls it on over their head, wincing as their field of vision goes dark.
They can’t help the yelp they make as they’re suddenly scooped up by a pair of unseen arms and held a little too tightly for comfort. Yuu contemplates trying to squirm out of his grip, and then remembers what his hands did to the steel bars. Instead they just try to make themselves as small as possible as the beastman starts to run.
It’s disconcerting, hearing so much noise after being stuck in the soundproofed cellblock for so long. Screams, yells, cries, and howls, the sounds of a battle they can’t see raging around them. Yuu thinks they hear their name being called out once, but it’s drowned out as the beastman picks up speed and the scent of roses and strawberries is replaced by the fresher, more noxious air of the city outside.
Their ride takes so many twists and turns that Yuu can barely keep track of where they are relative to Royal Flush’s lair, let alone where they’re headed. They honestly feel a little motion sick by the time the beastman slows down, and releases one arm to push open what sounds like a creaky metal door.
It feels like a wall of heat and noise hits the reporter in the face. There’s lots of loud complaining and ribbing from what sounds like a large and rowdy group of people, and the grip of the man carrying them gets tighter, tucking them closer to his chest.
One voice rises above the rest. “Oi, Jack-kun, what took you so long? We were beginning to think you’d run off with our little guest there.”
“Jack-kun’s” hold tightens again at the sound of that voice, to the point where Yuu is beginning to get worried that they’re going to end up like the bars on their cell back in the lair. His voice is clipped as he bites out, “Had to lose a tail, senpai. Got sidetracked.”
The world tilts oddly and it takes the reporter a moment to get their feet under them and not stumble as they are finally, finally set down. One of “Jack’s” arms remains clamped on their shoulder, steadying them and preventing them from moving too far away from him.
“Well, you’re both in one piece!” The new voice comes closer. “Now let’s see the reporter who went and got Royal all bent out of shape, huh?”
They wince when the bag is pulled off their head suddenly, blinking in the sudden light. The face of another beastman swims in front of their eyes before their gaze finally focuses, greyish eyes and dyed blond hair with much more rounded ears perched atop it. The glimmering orange jewel the size of a canatloupe he’s clutching in one hand isn’t exactly helping any with how it keeps refracting light into the reporter’s eyes.
The same orange jewel that Royal Flush stole from the pier two nights ago.
The sinking feeling in the pit of their stomach only grows.
“Well, I don’t see the appeal.” The beastman declares. “Maybe that midget just has weird taste.”
“Ouch.” Yuu forces a thin smile onto their face. Play along, keep calm, keep the levity up. “You’ll hurt my feelings at this rate.”
“Hey, truth hurts.” The beastman shrugs, spreading his hands wide. “Woulda thought a nosy journo like you would know that by heart, with all the dirt you dig up.”
“You would think so.” Yuu chuckles weakly. “Well, thank you all so much for rescuing me from Royal Flush’s lair, in any case.”
The ears on Jack’s head flatten slightly, and he glares at a spot on the floor by Yuu’s feet.
Well. That’s disappointing. Unsurprising, given that everyone here is also in an outlandish form of uniform without being clowns, but disappointing all the same.
“Shi hi hi hi hi. Oh, I wouldn’t call it ‘rescued’.” The beastman chuckles, grinning unsettlingly wide. “More like...under new management.”
Yuu stares at the minion.
“Wow. Wow.” The reporter tells him flatly. “I hope your boss pays you well to say stuff like that.”
The beastman shrugs again, grin not diminishing in the slightest. “Four figures, with holiday bonuses and healthcare. It’s a pretty good gig.”
Yuu tilts their head in acknowledgement. It’s better than their current working conditions, they’ll give him that.
“Ah, before I forget. No point in a good raid without a celebration photo, right?” The blond man pulls out a smart phone and waggles it in one hand. “That’s what that selfie junkie of Royal Flush’s likes to do, right? Jack-kun, you get in too.”
It’s sad that this barely makes it into the top five most surreal selfies that Yuu has ever taken. Even when the senior minion orders Jack-kun to curl a hand around their throat, gripping tight enough to make their breath go short, while the blond man holds the jewel up by their face in a place of prominence. “Make sure to look nice and menaced now, kay~? Shi hi hi hi hi.”
The camera flash goes off, once, twice. Then the phone comes down, and the hand comes off the reporter’s throat. They try to suck in a series of deep breaths as discreetly as they can.
“Great expression there, really selling the unwilling captive shtick.” The beastman pats their cheek condescendingly, thumb moving over the screen of the phone until there’s the ping of a Magicam upload. “Ok, let’s get your hands and legs tied and hood back on. Oh, and I’d watch your mouth when I meet the boss man, if I were you. You’ve got an audience with the King, after all.”
“Do you get a raise every time you spout off a line like that?” Yuu grumbles as the deeply frowning Jack is handed a length of rope and begins looping it around their wrists.
“Not yet!” The beastman calls back jovially as he strides away, admiring the topaz in his hand and barking orders to all the other henchpeople milling around.
“...Sorry.” Jack mutters by their feet as he finishes the tight knot binding their ankles together.
“It’s okay.” Yuu murmurs back, as he picks up the bag to place it back on their head. “You're just doing your job, right?”
And they’ll just be doing theirs, the reporter thinks to themselves as the darkness descends again and they’re hoisted up over the minion’s shoulder in a fireman’s carry.
Maybe they’ll finally get to learn why the topaz is so important to both Royal Flush and their current captor that it was worth staging a raid on another supervillain’s lair to get it. At the very least they’ll have the opportunity to interview this “King” to uncover his side of the story...
That is, if he doesn’t somehow work out whose biological child they are first.
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imjeralee · 4 years
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Wallflower: Chapter 5 - The Long Day
Raihan x F!Reader
Disclaimer: Do not own Pokemon
Note: This is my first Pokemon fanfic. I hope you enjoy it :) Originally posted on Archive of Our Own.
Summary: You’re an unassuming Pokemon breeder who works at the nursery in the Wild Area and he’s Raihan, the fearsome gym leader of Hammerlocke who has more than a million followers.
You don’t want anything to do with him but he’s…persistent.
Rating: Mature/Explicit
Warnings: Lemon, smut, violence, language
THE LONG DAY
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It's been a long day.
A match has just finished. He lost, again. The gym challenger jumps up and down happily whilst he recalls his fainted Duraludon and the sandstorm subsides. There's sand in his eyes but he forces himself to blink through it. The crowd's cheers gradually die down as both challengers make their way to the middle of the pitch and shake hands.
"Congrats." Raihan says, before he goes over his rehearsed line. He's said it so many times, he's lost count. He hands out the Dragon badge, gives them a TM as a gift and sends the gym challenger along their merry little way. He'll also keep his eyes peeled whether the gym challenger makes it to the finals or not.
The audience leaves, the stadium grows quiet and Raihan retires to the changing rooms where he pulls off his hoodie, leaving himself in his dragon uniform, plops himself down on a cold, hard bench, removes his headband and checks his phone. He goes through his selfies and opens his trusted app, uses the filters and chooses which one suits his liking. When he's finished with the minor edits, he posts it up on his account and a slew of likes and comments appear within several seconds of being uploaded.
'Great match, Raihan!'
'Loser'
'Ur so hot my king <333'
'Lost again, huh? not surprised'
''I get how u like to use weather in ur battles - sandstorm, rain, hail - but that was a pure shitstorm'
'Sending u so much luv, ur ma precious bby (ง︡'-'︠)ง'
’DADDY’
'Marry me!!!'
'Maybe if u spent more time training ur pokemon rather than taking selfies, u wouldn't b a shitty trainer. Just sayin ¯\_(ツ)_/¯'
'can I suck ur cock??'
The comments are mixed, needless to say. He scrolls down the growing list until he spots one from a fan with a username that seems familiar to him. The message says 'Plz go 2 Spikemuth??? I know u lost but I’ll always b ur biggest fan'.
Huh. Interesting. He hadn't been to Spikemuth for a long time and he hadn't seen Piers for a while either. Checking his Rotom calendar, he sees that he doesn't have any matches scheduled until next week. Maybe he should go and unwind, take a quick break. Replying to the message, he says 'Great idea!'. He doesn't even need to pack anything because he'll just be there for one night; instead, he merely books a return ticket from Hammerlocke to Circhester online and grabs his hotel keycard. Being a gym leader meant he had several privileges, including a twenty four seven hotel room courtesy of Macro Cosmos in Hotel Ionia.
Once he arrives in Spikemuth, it's already nighttime and he hits the nightclub after visiting Piers. He doesn't remember the name of the club but he frequents it and before he enters, he snaps another photo of himself and uploads it.
Inside, the nightclub is bustling. He's used to this type of scene and he goes to the bar, orders a drink. The first drink is on the house because he comes here so often. Although he's alone, he's approached various times by attractive women of all shapes and sizes who take selfies with him. In almost every photo, they stick their tongue out and do the peace sign. The amount of people who recognise him and go up to him as the night goes on makes him a little exhausted, so he doesn't stay in one area of the club for long, opting to change seats often. As soon as he's changed seats for the umpteenth time, he's immediately approached by a girl in a black dress; she's very attractive and slim.
"Hi." She says coolly, looking at him through half-hooded eyes.
"Hey." He replies, taking a sip of his drink.
"What are you doing here?"
He shrugs.
She smiles widely. "I'm Louisa. Are you gonna buy me a drink or you gonna leave me hanging?"
He takes another sip of his drink and settles the glass on the counter. "Sure."
Calling the bartender over by waving his hand lazily, Louisa excitedly takes the seat beside him and he allows her to order what she wants. It's something expensive but he puts it on his tab. For a few minutes or so, they chat and flirt, and she orders more and more drinks and her words become garbled and she asks him invasive questions which he’s used to, then she tells him she wants to be as rich and famous as he is and asks him for his secret. When he tells her there is no secret, her demeanour changes - she rubs her foot against the length of his leg before she slips out of her barstool and tugs at his hand playfully, inviting him to dance. He lets her take the lead and once on the dance floor, she begins grinding against his hips and taking his hands with hers and putting them on her waist.
Louisa's pulling some pretty bold moves but he finds himself looking away and it's then Raihan spots a girl sitting amongst a group of women in one corner who are chatting loudly; he remembers that interview he did recently and this girl - he has never seen her before and she is definetely not a gym challenger either - but she fits everything he described. He can't help but stare. She's wearing a tight, black dress which she doesn't seem to be comfortable in as she sits at the very edge, looking rather lost as she holds her drink in hand. She doesn't even look like she's enjoying herself. He watches her for a few moments or so, noticing how she lifts a hand to tuck her hair behind her ear and glance at her companions before she shifts her gaze to her lap. She's clearly not at home here. Raihan stares at her for a little longer than intended, drinking in the sight of her until Louisa steps on his foot with her pencil heel.
"Oh! I'm so sorry - " She says, before she immediately slams a hand over her mouth and rushes away - and promptly projectile vomits all over the floor. Looks like someone’s had too much to drink. She collapses and some concerned members of the public go help her out.
After making sure she's okay, he watches as she's carried out and returns to his seat and orders another drink. He downs it in one sip and wipes his mouth, finding his eyes glued on this other girl who’s captured his eye and piqued his interest; he sees her leaving her seat and walking towards his direction. It appears she's been asked to order drinks because she's the only one sober. Raihan watches her; she walks right past him, not even batting an eyelid.
What the Bidoof? She totally ignored him!
Doesn't she know who he is???
He observes her as she returns to her seat, balancing three drinks on a tray which her friends end up making her drink. A while later, she seems to be drunk as well because she heads to the dancefloor on her own, looking around and swaying slightly. Raihan finishes another drink and his head's throbbing too but what the hell - he wants to talk to her so he heads over and once he reaches her, he slides an arm around her waist and she looks up.
"Hi, do you wanna dance?"
She squints her eyes at him; she didn't hear him over the loud music. "...What?"
He repeats his question.
"I don't...I don't talk to strangers." She manages to slur out.
He's fairly amused; she's so cute, like a little Skitty with her pink cheeks and somewhat dazed expression. "I'm not a stranger, I'm Raihan."
"Who?"
He pauses, momentarily stunned.
Then he grins.
A girl who doesn't know him.
What are the odds, really?
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Present.
There's a team of investigators at your house; the box has been removed and they opened it.
A pokemon's heart was inside.
You didn't see it but these men dressed in white came and took something red and fleshy out and deposited it into an icebox. The date has ended miserably; you sit on your sofa with the front door open as Looker’s team scour the rest of your house but the culprit is long gone. After taking down your testimony, you wonder what's going to happen next - Looker speaks to a man in scruffy shorts, flip flops, t-shirt, cap and sunglasses. People would've thought this man was a hobo but it was actually Chairman Rose in his civilian disguise. You can't hear what they're talking about but it can't be good. His secretary stands stiffly in silence with her hands clasped together, looking rather solemn.
Raihan sits beside you and you're stuck in his embrace. He's been hugging you the entire time but you feel he needs a hug more than you do because no-one should be facing this alone and also, you are grateful he's here so you wrap your arms around his waist and when you look up at him, he smiles at you reassuringly and pecks you on the forehead before snuggling you, and you do the same. It feels good to be in his arms, even though the date is over and there’s random men in your house, going through your things and trampling over your nice pristine carpet with their mucky boots.
Luckily, your Pokemon were fine - you flung open your door and when you saw Drifloon and Phantump in the living room, you pulled them into a hug and returned them to their pokeballs. Then you looked around for Espie and found her sleeping in your closet so you quickly returned her safely into her ball as well. Poliwag never left the bathroom and was swimming in your bathtub which he had filled with water so you quickly recalled him too. You tucked all your pokeballs into your safe box and counted them  three more times just incase. Everyone's accounted for. Thank Arceus, your Pokemon are unharmed. You will call Glenn later and ask if he can pop by your house and look after your Pokemon if he’s free.
What a shit way to end the first date you have with Raihan. You'll remember this for the rest of your life. Oh boy, what a story to tell the grandkids. Jokes aside, the Chairman's presence here doesn't bode well because you know once he finishes talking to Looker, he will probably speak to the both of you. This is bigger than you, Raihan and Looker...no matter how much you wanted to keep the Dusclops in the closet. More and more people are getting involved and will find out about the one night stand. This is humiliating.
Groaning, you close your eyes and Raihan hugs you even tighter than before that your lungs might pop. "Are you okay?" He's asked you that question a few times now.
You're not okay and you don't know whether to humour him or not, so you utter, "This isn't the first time I've seen a dead pokemon. Did I tell you that too?" Sarcastic, cynical response it is. He doesn't deserve it but you can't help yourself in this situation.
"Yeah," He replies (thank goodness he's not offended), "I'm sorry I got you involved."
"It's not your fault."
You resume your cuddling but it's cut short when Chairman Rose finishes talking to Looker and begins heading towards your house and enters through the front door. His secretary follows silently. Immediately, you climb out of his lap, allowing Raihan to stand up and you follow his example, except you begin to tremble slightly until Raihan squeezes your hand. Once Rose is directly in front of you, he exchanges glances between the two of you before he smiles warmly.
"It's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Rose and I'm the Chairman of the Pokemon League. You must be Raihan's new belle." He says.
Belle? Like the character from the popular, classical movie, Beauty and the Buzzwole? This guy is kind of weird. There's something off about him but you can't just put your finger on it.
Before you can even speak, Rose turns to the gym leader and adds, "Raihan, it's been a while since we last saw each other; usually I have no business in your affairs but this time....well, where do I even begin?" He's smiling but you don't think this conversation is heading to a good direction.
"Chairman Rose." Raihan greets him; he's different when dealing with this man. He's more stoic and serious. "We're taking care of it. I've got Looker helping us."
"I'm taking your word for it, but I'm disappointed in you. Get this sorted out right now. This could ruin everything I've worked for and I'm not taking any chances. Why else do you think the paparazzi aren't going crazy over this? I'm paying them to keep their mouths closed."
Raihan's expression doesn't change. "I'm aware."
"I'm glad you understand the severity of the circumstances here." With that, Rose turns and leaves. The tight-lipped woman doesn't say anything and follows after him.
There's a brief silence between the two of you until Raihan sits down on the sofa again.
"Raihan?" You mutter; he keeps his eyes trained on the floor but he looks up when you sit down beside him. "What did he mean? Is...is that why...when the photo of us got posted online, it just vanished the next day? I mean, okay, I guess it's a godsend something else came up but...did Chairman Rose really pay the press off? I'm sure that man won't do things for free......Is it coming from your pay cut?" Although you're not sure exactly how Raihan's making money - either from being sponsored by various companies or individuals, or from his social media - you're not sure but now that you think about it... well, you didn't think about it until now.
He nods.
Oh, shit. Your lip trembles slightly and you rub your elbow awkwardly. "Oh, Raihan."
"It's fine. I didn't want you to worry or get hurt." Raihan says, smiling gently before he reaches for your hand, entwining your fingers with his. You gaze at him worriedly and when he drops the smile, you carefully pull your hand free from his and taking a deep breath, you attempt to calm your thundering heart as you awkwardly slide your arms around him. This is your first time taking the initiative and your cheeks feel warmer than usual. He realises this too and he looks at you in surprise before you give him a squeeze. So... here you are, showing affection and care.
"I think it's best if we lay low after this." You mutter, "Chairman Rose is right. This is getting worse...and your career might be ruined. It's not worth it."
In response, he gives you a tight squeeze.
You hear someone clearing your throat and that's when you both throw your glances over. It's Looker; he looks slightly disgruntled. "Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to check if you’re both okay.”
“Thanks, Looker,” Raihan replies, "We're fine."
”Good.”
As he begins to leave, his Rotom hovers into the air and exclaims, "Bzzzt! Confirmed visual! Suspect is at Rose Tower!"
"Thanks, Rotom. Let's go."
You turn to Raihan and your gazes meet. "...Should we go with him?"
....
Looker leaves Ballonlea and makes his way to Rose Tower; arriving at reception, he shows the receptionist his badge and proceeds to tell her he's looking for someone. He gives a name - a female's - and the receptionist checks internal employee records and informs him this particular employee is located on the fifteenth floor, belonging to the IT department. Looker thanks her and enters the awaiting lift. He's only been to Rose Tower a few occasions and discovers it's quite a sterile environment. He watches various Macro Cosmos employees walking around, all donned in the casual, cool uniform, with the hat and shades and the funky-looking triangle shaped pokeball holders stuck to their hips. They're all role model trainers - friendly, intelligent and hip.
Rotom did an excellent job - Raihan's biggest fan is a Marco Cosmos employee who lives in Spikemuth. It was typical - drunk father, dilapidated environment, hundreds of photos of Raihan in her room... This will be over soon.
Once the lift doors open, Looker finds the next reception desk and asks the lady for the girl and where she sits; the lady asks if she should call her - Looker says no, but asks for access inside - the lady kindly grants permission to enter the IT floor using her pass. Once inside, there are rows and rows of desks in open plan all filled with large computer screens - many employees are looking at two or four screens at one time, tip-tapping away rapidly into their computers. There's numerous Porygon floating around but they don't pay attention to him.
Looker goes up to a random employee and asks if he knows where the girl is. The employee tells him that she's at a booth and points down the hallway. Looker curses and makes his way as quickly as he can to the hot desk area where he sees a lone girl with her back to him, sitting at one of the terminals. Looks like she's in the middle of uploading something. Shit, it's not the video, right? A Banette stands beside her and once it senses Looker's arrival, it tugs on her elbow and hisses, a rattling noise emitting from its body.
"Stop!" Looker yells; he's just a few feet from her and the girl abruptly turns round in her swivel chair. "Don't do it."
It's a young girl; maybe even younger than Raihan's current girlfriend. Looker wasn't sure what to exactly expect but she seems perfectly normal. "Who...who are you??" She demands, clearly stunned by his arrival.
"Don't do it." Looker says sternly; he doesn't bother with any introductions. "I know who you are and what you did. Are you sure you want to do this to Raihan?" Looker points to the computer where the screen is frozen with the commands 'Confirm' or 'Cancel' and she throws her glance to the monitor. "Do you have it in your heart to do something like this to him? Is this something you really want to do? Think about it. If you press that button, you'll ruin everything he's worked for and you know he's worked hard to get to where he is now."
The girl looks annoyed at his words, "I-I don't know what you're talking about. Please leave."
"I went to your home and spoke to your father, and I found the hotel room with the slot behind the light switch where you put the camera. We know what you did to the Deerling. Do you really want to go through with this?"
He's expecting some kind of angry response, some form of retaliation to his claims. However, she merely closes her eyes, re-opens them and says, "You don't understand, nobody does. If I don't do this then he won't even bat an eyelid at me. I did everything for him. He is my everything. I've done everything for him and it's still not enough. He didn't see me at all. He doesn't see me...why doesn't he see me? I do so much for him. I comment on every video and photo, I go to as many matches as I can, I changed myself, I changed my hair, my eyes - but it didn't work, nothing did."
"And are you happy with yourself? With who and what you have become?"
She grows silent.
"You aren't, are you? You probably don't recognise yourself anymore. You probably don't even know who you are anymore. Deep inside, you know this is wrong."
"She was one step ahead. It should've been me, it was supposed to be me."
"But it wasn't. And now you're angry, you're upset and betrayed."
"Yes."
"It doesn't have to be this way."
A brief silence spawns before she casts her morose gaze to the floor. She utters, "He helped me get up every morning....helped me get through the day. If it wasn't for him, I probably would've killed myself a long time ago."
"I understand." Looker replies, "If you really love him, then you would forgive him."
Before the girl can say anything, however, there's the sound of footsteps approaching and Looker turns to see Raihan and his girlfriend standing at the hallway along with a random Macro Cosmos employee - looks like they've just arrived and everyone seems stunned to see each other.
Chaos ensues:
"What's going on here?!" The Marco Cosmos employee demands.
"Goddamnit, what the hell are you two doing here?!" Looker barks angrily; he rarely loses his cool, but this...? Motherfurret!
"What the...what is she doing here?!" The obsessed fan begins to screams; her calm demeanour vanishes at once and her expression turns murderous as she glances at Banette. "Go Banette, attack! Use Shadow Ball!" She promptly turns to the computer and Looker fumbles for a pokeball.
"Growlithe, stop her!" He throws the capsule and releases the puppy pokemon who immediately dashes over and bites on the sleeve of her uniform, pulling her arm away from the mouse but she's able to start the upload.
Banette's Shadow Ball hurtles towards the gym leader's direction; Raihan releases his Duraludon to shield his girlfriend whilst he also throws himself over her. She cannot react in time to Banette's attack but a pokeball stuck to her waist opens up and a burst of light appears, revealing another pokemon that blocks the attack along with Duraludon - it's a Garchomp - and it immediately retaliates with a Dragon Claw, knocking the Banette out in one smooth hit. Looker rushes up to the desk and grabs the mouse, cancelling the upload before it reaches one hundred per cent. Banette's attack bounces off Duraludon and the room grows silent.
”No, Banette!” The obsessed fan screams as Growlithe tugs her away from the computer and Looker quickly pulls out the USB device. With her other hand, she grabs a pokeball off her belt and tosses it forwards, “Druddigon, go!"
As a massive pokemon appears and attacks Growlithe, she is released and she quickly returns her fainted Banette into an Ultra ball before making a run for it. Looker chases after her as she disappears into the emergency exit.
...
"Beldum, use Take Down!"
From that day on, you took Beldum outside to train everyday. The mountains near your home was an ideal place and after a few days of scouring, you found a small patch of grass containing weak pokemon which you could use to train Beldum, namely Trapinch who are at a level much lower than Beldum. You direct Beldum when to attack and avoid and when the Trapinch faints, you jump and down on the spot with joy.
"Yay! You did it!"
Beldum turns to you, eye curling with happiness. You can't always tell what it's thinking but you know it enjoys training. You can also feel it's growing stronger as the days pass. Beldum is not strong enough to face other pokemon so you only have him face Trapinch and so far, you're also noticing that his attack stats are getting stronger compared to his others.
"Phew! Let's go home!" You exclaim, "It's been a long day."
Beldum nods in agreement. You've used up all your potions to keep his health up; no worries though, because Glenn will be going to the pokemart tomorrow and you can ask him to buy some for you. As you return Beldum to his pokeball, suddenly it disappears from your hand and you're shoved from behind. Landing on the ground, your knees scraping in process, you look up to see a group of boys on their bikes who are clutching Beldum's pokeball. Urgh, if it isn't Graham and his little gang.
"Hey! Give me him back!" You yell angrily as you get up wobbly. Your knees are bleeding and so are your palms, but Beldum was more of your concern.
"You want him? Then come get 'im!" Graham exclaims, before he starts pedalling away on his bike. His cronies follow and you growl under your breath, grabbing the handlebars of your bike and lifting it off the ground. You follow the boys as fast as you could go, going deeper and deeper into the forest and up a steep mountain path until you see them up ahead and looks like they've ditched their bikes to crouch in front of some bushes; once you arrive, you climb off your bike and run up to them, furious.
Before you can even yell, Graham grabs you and slaps his grubby hand over your mouth, silencing you. "Shhhh! It'll hear you!" He hisses and you blink, wide-eyed.
He drags you towards the rest of his group where they're spying on a large dragon pokemon in a cave that is hunched over a Deerling... it's a small, feeble thing - and your eyes widen as you see the large pokemon smash the Deerling's head into the ground and it lets out a weak but horrifying, pained bleat until it stops moving. Growling low, the massive dragon pokemon begins to sink its jaws into its body and tear at the flesh. Using it's massive claws, it proceeds to tear the body apart and you see nothing but blood and entrails. The boys are staring, transfixed, whilst you watch in horror. You try to escape but Graham's grip on you is too strong as he forces you to watch, much to your disgust.
"W-what is it?" One of the boys asks.
"I think it's a Druddigon."
"And it's eating that Deerling!"
In unison, they all coo in awe even though you're horrified and repulsed and you try to escape once more, your foot stepping over a twig and causing it to snap loudly.  Everyone gasps as the Druddigon immediately turns its head to your direction and the boys make a run for it; Graham lets go of you and pushes you to the ground once more and your head smacks against the dirt. As you sit up, your vision is slightly blurred as you watch the boys grabbing their bikes and pedal away, leaving you behind. You don't know where Beldum is until it appears in a burst of light and hovers in front of you protectively.
"Beldum!" You exclaim with relief. Glancing around, you find Beldum's discarded pokeball and grab it, just as a massive shadow covers your form and you look up to see the huge Druddigon before you. It lets out an insanely loud roar and you scream, throwing your arms over your head to brace for impact -
- but nothing happens.
Lowering your arms, you glance over to see a small blue pokemon with a red tummy that has stopped the Druddigon in its rage; it stands alongside your Beldum, facing off against the dragon. It waves it's little arms and snaps its jaws as it attempts to kick sand at the Druddigon and you know it's using Sand Attack.
A Gible?
Standing up, you know neither of the pokemon are a match against the Druddigon so you recklessly grab your Beldum and the Gible and take off running.
....
Oh crumbs, Looker had almost calmed down the culprit but your group ruined it by waltzing into the scene. Neither of you were aware, of course; you and Raihan had merely arrived at Rose Tower and asked if anyone had seen Looker. A kind Macro Cosmos employee said yes and agreed to take you over to see him. However, the moment you saw that Druddigon and fear gripped you like ice. It's been a long time since you've been afraid and you’re brought to your senses when you hear Garchomp growling and you blink, turning to him.
"Chompy?"
Garchomp emits another growl; you know he's asking if you're okay.
"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry about that. Thanks for saving me."
He nods and then turns to the Druddigon.
Ah, that's right. A Gible came to save you that day. It just came out from nowhere and once you successfully ran away from the Druddigon, it decided to stay with you and Beldum. Ever since you added Gible to your team, you trained him until he evolved into a Garchomp and now he's one of your most reliable fighters along with Metagross. You smile fondly at Garchomp as he waddles in front of you and you quickly come to realise that Raihan's Duraludon is fighting the Druddigon; he's whittled down the Druddigon's health until it's weak and you hastily issue a command to finish it off: “Garchomp, use Dragon Claw.” You instruct, and your pokemon strikes down your opponent with speed and strength like no other.
Druddigon is quickly knocked out and Raihan turns to you and your pokemon, grinning. "We make a good team."
You're not sure what to think - Looker was handling it fine without you two. "We shouldn't have come. What were we thinking? We're not ten years old anymore. I'm too old for this." You reply, and Raihan chuckles. Turning to the Macro Cosmos employee who has escorted you to Looker, you see he's busy on the phone informing his superiors about an emergency - also, the entire IT hot desk area is in complete disarray. Your skirmish with Banette and Drudiggon has resulted in many upturned computers and chairs and a few broken desks.
"C'mon, we need to help Looker." Raihan says, reaching for your hand.
You nod and you both recall your pokemon, then head towards the direction where Looker and the girl sprinted off to.
Adrenaline pumps through your veins and your pulse is racing. This is definitely a date to remember. You're going to remember this day for a long time. You reach the emergency exit, opening the doors where you see the stairs as well as three lifts. It's eerily silent - if Looker was chasing the girl, you would hear them, right? Two of the lifts are heading up, so naturally you assume they've taken the lift - looks like it's going to the very top floor - and you and Raihan immediately jump into the third lift once it arrives and take it all the way up. This very exciting moment is temporarily put on hold as you stand side by side and listen to dingy elevator music on your way to the top; Raihan even attempts to take a selfie. He tries to include you in the photo too but you're not in the mood for photos so you politely decline.
Once the doors slide to an open, action rears it's ugly head again - you and Raihan find yourself in a huge outdoor arena; the air here is terribly chilly and you can feel strong gusts of wind blowing from the stands. Your breath comes out in short puffs and you begin to shiver but you see Looker and the obsessed fan ahead; they have finished a pokemon battle with Looker recalling his fainted pokemon. You and Raihan rush up to him but he holds his arm out.
"Don't do anything rash." He warns, and you take note of the obsessed fan who is standing a distance away. The moment she sees Raihan, and her eyes widen with fright.
"Thanks, Looker. What's her name?"
Looker tells him.
"Thanks, I'll talk to her." Raihan mutters.
"Wait, don't - " You and Looker speak in unison, but Raihan is already walking towards her. You help Looker stand on his feet and you both watch Raihan approach the girl. The atmosphere feels terse, thick with tension.
"Hi," He says, smiling, "You're my biggest fan, right?"
"Y-yes, I am." Strange, she's very timid all of a sudden.
He says her name and she nods.
"You....you know my name?"
"Of course I do."
She clamps a hand over her mouth in shock before tears begin bubbling in her eyes.
"Thanks for supporting me. If it weren't for you, for all of you, things could've turned out a lot differently for me. Thanks for being there for me. I get a lot of harsh comments, but you've always cheered me on. Thank you."
She nods vigorously. "Yes, yes, of course I will!!! You're so important to me, I-I - " She clutches her chest, "I can't believe this, you're...you-you're actually talking to me. I-I've always imagined this! And it's really happening!" She can't seem to control herself now as she splutters and stutters before she reaches for him. She wants to touch him and she begins making her way towards him. Raihan doesn't move, allowing her to approach. What the hell?! You try to interrupt but it's too late - as soon as she's in arm's length of him, you see her pulling a knife from behind her and Raihan doesn't realise -
You release Garchomp from his pokeball and he executes a Slash, causing the knife to go clattering out from her hand. She whips her head to you, furious; Raihan exchanges glances between the two of you whilst Looker hurriedly collects the knife.
"I challenge you to a pokemon battle!" You find yourself yelling out; you need to avert her attention from Raihan or else she'll try to pull a stunt like that again should she get the chance. Enraged, the obsessed fan accepts the challenge, grabs a pokeball from her belt and releases her pokemon. It's a Garchomp, too.
"Garchomp, use Dragon Tail!" She directs her pokemon to attack first.
"Outrage!" You yell, and you watch as both Garchomp lunge at each other. You will show no mercy. The moment they clash and you wince as the Dragon Tail connects with your pokemon; your Garchomp assaults the opponent at the same time and both pokemon land on the ground. Her Garchomp wobbles slightly before collapsing. Success! The enemy Garchomp is knocked out cold and your Garchomp is still standing!
Annoyed, she recalls her fainted Garchomp whilst yours stands proudly in the arena, victorious. She chooses her next pokeball and throws it high into the air. "Go, Dragonite!"
You return Garchomp, thank him for his hard work and choose your next battler. "Go, Tyranitar!"
Raihan watches you and your pokemon with his arms crossed and a smile; you know he's impressed but there's no time to waste.
"Hyper Beam!" The obsessed fan commands, and the Dragonite begins gathering energy in its mouth.
"Ice Punch!" You yell, and Tyranitar acknowledges your instruction with a roar and slams one arm towards the direction of the Dragonite's belly. A cluster of thick ice surrounds your Tyranitar's claw which proceeds to ram into the Dragonite and it stops in mid-attack, promptly knocking out the dragon pokemon with one hit. It's super effective!!!!
The Dragonite is recalled and there's only one pokeball attached to her belt; the obsessed fan is down to her last pokemon. You wonder what her final pokemon is - and she tosses the ball onto the field. A Hydreigon appears in a burst of light and you stare as she quickly returns it; a bright red light appears on her wrist and begins to gather around her - she has a Dynamax band - and she grabs the ball which has become enlarged and throws it high into the air, revealing the Dynamaxed Hydreigon. It promptly flaps its massive wings and a fierce gust of wind almost knocks you off your feet if Tyranitar didn't help by shielding you.
"Thanks, boy." You say, as Tyranitar growls affectionately at you before turning to face the gigantic Hydreigon. "It's Dynamaxed but don't be afraid."
Tyranitar throws it's glance to the ground, twiddling it's claws together timidly.
"You can do it! I believe in you!!" You pat him on the back, and Tyranitar returns to the field. "Use Stone Edge!"
Your Tyranitar nods and emits a roar; the ground shakes and just as the Hydreigon is beginning it attack, Tyranitar summons enormous pillars of rock that burst out from the ground and slams into the Hydreigon without delay. Although it's not a super effective move, the attack hits the Hydreigon square in the chest and it begins to explode in a glorious display of fire and light before it begins to return to normal size. He did it!!
Raihan and Looker watch as the dust clears away. The obsessed fan is out of pokemon. Your pokemon had completely and utterly decimated her team in minutes and her jaw drops in disbelief.
"No!" She yells, furious. Distraught, she looks around the arena shakily before she runs for the railings - you know what she's trying to do - before she can throw herself off, Raihan has grabbed her, hauling her away from the edge just in time. She lands in his chest as he drops over the floor and she attempts to wriggle free, flailing violently. Although you wonder if she's got another knife hidden somewhere, you get the feeling she's out of options and now she is truly helpless. Raihan sits up with the girl who's crying heavily and she's immediately intercepted by Looker who takes out a pair of handcuffs, slapping them on her wrists.
You recall Tyranitar, rush over to Raihan as he gets up to stand, grinning at you. Without thinking twice, you throw your arms around him; he's taken aback by your action, eyes wide, before he chuckles and quickly wraps his arms around you in return and scoops you off the ground; you find your feet leaving the floor and you quickly adjust yourself to this new position, slipping your arms around his neck whilst he keeps you hoisted up with his arms tucked under your knees, your chest pressed against his.
"You idiot, you could've gotten killed!" You can't help but scold him.
Your faces are close as he clutches you. "I'm sorry I made you worry."
"Not good enough." You retort, "Don't do that ever again!"
"Okay." He leans in and quickly pecks you on the mouth and you find your anger subsiding; you can't stay mad at him.
The two of you then turn to Looker who is escorting the obsessed fan out of the arena and towards the lifts. She's still crying uncontrollably, and Looker glances at you and Raihan. "Good job," Looker grunts out, "Thanks for your help, I appreciate it."
"What's going to happen now?"
"You both need to come with me to the police station." Looker replies, and Raihan - still carrying you - begins to trail after him.
"You can let me down." You tell him but he merely smiles at you cheerfully.
"Nope, I like carrying my princess like this ~ "
...
At the police station, there's a lot to do but Looker releases both yourself and Raihan after a few hours; you have provided another set of testimony and it does appear the case is closed. He thanks you for your efforts in stopping the obsessed fan and also your assistance with police investigation. Unused to receiving compliments, you stuttered out that you didn't do anything substantial. Meanwhile, there is some damage to Rose Tower but Macro Cosmos will deal with this themselves and Looker will ensure there are no repercussions on you and Raihan. When you ask Looker what will happen next, Looker informs you that the fan is charged with a number of crimes - recording illegally, blackmail, abuse of employee rights, invasion of privacy, attempted murder and pokemon slaughter. It will depend if charges are to be pressed - in a few days, she could stand trial and her pokemon, confiscated.
Attempted murder? It sounds serious and you scratch your head in befuddlement. It's taking a while to sink in that you were in a dangerous situation earlier...it's like something out of a crime drama or an action movie. Again, these sorts of stuff might happen to your friends, yes. Just not...you.
You can't help but wonder how Raihan feels. Is he doing well? Should he see a counsellor after this? Is he traumatised? You stand at the vending machine, slotting in coins for two fresh waters. You collect the drinks and turn round to see Raihan sitting quietly with his gaze trained on the floor. He's not on his phone, either. You sit down beside him and hand him the bottle of water; he thanks you, unscrews the lid and takes a few gulps.
You both sit in silence for a while until you say, "Do you want to talk about it?"
He breathes in and exhales gently then leans back on the seat, resting his elbows on the chair and looks up at the ceiling. You guess he isn’t in a mood to talk - which you will respect so you don't press him any further. However, he reaches for you, lifts you off your seat and eases you into his lap. He lifts you up as though you weighed nothing. You blink owlishly as he encircles his arms around your waist and buries his nose into your hair, inhaling your scent. You're unmoving for a few moments before you slowly wrap your arms around him. Your action prompts him to clutch onto you tighter, his grip on you increasing.
It becomes a full body hug with your chest pressed tightly against his and your hips knocking together, your arms wrapped tightly around his neck whilst he holds you by the waist. You’re so close to him you can feel his breath on your cheeks. You rest your chin on his shoulder and give him a little rub on his back. His muscles are tense. You hope he will loosen up but all Raihan does is hold you close to him and you can feel the warmth that radiates from his body as well as his steady heartbeat. This actually feels...nice.
There's never a dull moment with Raihan, because he begins trailing little kisses over the side of your face as you cling onto him. You can feel him grinning against your skin before he presses another kiss over your cheek and finally, your lips.
...
Once you return home, you open the door to see Glenn in your living room, playing with your Pokemon. He's wearing a Hydreigon hood with Hydreigon sock puppets on each hand. You bristle at the sight but say nothing. Meanwhile, Espeon sits at his feet, watching. Even Poliwag has left the bathroom and is now sitting in the armchair to his left. Upon your arrival, everyone looks up and Glenn removes the hood and grins widely at you, "Yo!!! How was the date?"
You exhale loudly as you trudge over, removing your bag and collapsing over the couch beside him; you drop your head on his shoulder and groan. "It was fine. I have something for you." You take out Ponyta's pokeball and hand it to him. Glenn has been looking for one for a long time and you know he really wants one, so you figured you'd gift it to him.
"Ohh, a pokemon! This is so exciting! I wonder what's inside?" Glenn takes the pokeball off you and opens it, releasing the horse pokemon and for a few seconds, he's stunned as it lets out a high-pitched whinny and clops its hooves. Glenn's jaw hits the floor. "Oh my Drowzee, whaaaaaat! No way!! Whaaaaaaat? Nooooo, it can't be - whaaaat!"
"Yep, it's a Galarian Ponyta."
He lets out a hoot of joy. "Thanks, sis!!!!" Glenn exclaims cheerfully as he reaches over and pinches at your nose with his fingers hidden behind the Hydreigon puppet before he rushes over to the Ponyta and throws his arms around it. "Ohhh, you're so beautiful, yes you are!! I'm gonna call you 'Sugarplum'."
You giggle as Glenn continues fawning and doting over the Ponyta who neighs in response as he hugs it. It appears to have taken a liking to him immediately and he returns it to the ball, grinning widely. "Thanks, sis!"
"Raihan caught it but he gave it to me.”
He blinks. "Really?! That's amazing! Can you thank him for me?"
"Of course."
You and Glenn settle on the couch again where he continues where he left off with the Hydreigon puppet, "Hydreigon used Dazzling Gleam!"
You wrinkle your nose in response; you don't remember Hydreigon being capable of using this fairy type move, but you're well aware Glenn likes to improvise a lot. "Do you have another puppet?"
"I sure do." Glenn fishes around his bag and gives you a puppet - it's an Espurr with pink beady, glassy eyes - and you promptly drape it over your right hand. Phantump and Drifloon watch, engrossed. "Hydreigon used Dark Pulse!"
"Nooooo, it's super effective!" You cry, shaking your puppet and Espeon hisses angrily at Glenn, "But Espurr clung on using it's Focus Sash! Espurr used Play Rough!"
"It's super effective!!!" Glenn roars, throwing his fists into the air, "Hydreigon regained a little of it's HP using its Leftovers! Hydreigon used Dragon Pulse!"
"Espurr fainted!" You yell, and you make the Espurr puppet squeak with pain before doubling over. Phantump trills loudly in response whilst Poliwag and Drifloon looks between the two of you. And Espeon is still hissing in dismay. When it grows silent, the two of you burst into laughter before you drop to the couch, exhausted.
"Long day, huh?" He asks, when you stop laughing.
"Yeah," You say, "...It was a long day."
...
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Imagine Pacho Sends You as a Gift to (Spy on) Amado 3/3
More smut (but I’m really bad at writing it, :////). Plot twist guaranteed. And I can’t believe I wrote 6K for this, FML. What has Chema done to me? I also made a few changes in the first two parts, read the whole thing on AO3.
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You are woken by a phone call in the middle of the night. But you neither move nor open your eyes. You hear some numbers, Amado sounds irritated. It could be something related to tonight's dinner?
Your patience is wore out minutes after minute and Amado still hasn't returned to bed. You make a bold decision to wake up, and the Mexican is smoking by the window. Something keeps him up at night? That doesn't sound like the Lord of the Skies, the man who has had the world at his feet.
"You wanna talk, more sex or a bath?" You carefully propose.
"I was expecting for late night snacks you pull with some Asian witch shit." Amado lets you sit on his lap. "Hang on, I've got some leftovers from the kitchen."
You two settle for sharing the jacarandas mochi from a small food container in the bathtub.
"You like it?" You don't really need validation from Amado. It's just you spent hours coming up with the idea of improvisation, trying to make a traditional Japanese dessert more appealing to the Mexican guests. "I made the bean paste from scratch, less sugar. I understand most Mexicans are not used to sweet bean paste..."
"They don't deserve it." Amado suddenly claims. You don't get it. Who are they? "They are just a bunch of pigs in expensive suits, corrupted, stinky pieces of shit." Then Amado tells you almost everything. He invited the tequila exporters with the hope that the cartel could use their affiliate companies in the States as front to launder more drug money since tequila is one of the largest yet least regulated businesses between the US and Mexico. And the politicians are officials from Mexican Customs Bureau and SHCP.
"Fucking idiots. They thought I was gonna ask them to smuggle coke under the tequila crates. With all the fucking Pier 1 sofa and Ford pasenger seat manufacturers in Juárez, I've had more than enough trucks to move products across the border." When Amado brought up money laundering, the tequila exporters expressed concern regarding possible investigation of tax evasion from ATF, putting more pressure on Amado to increase their cut.
They eventually made a deal less favorable to the cartel and that's why Amado's a bit pissed when he's on the phone.
"Why are you telling me this?" For the first time that night, you ask softly.
"Those cabrón. They don't deserve what you bring to the table. You pour your heart and soul, making the best feast I've ever had. You deserve to know what happened." 
You've never thought you'd hear that from Amado. He didn't have to tell you anything. It makes you lower your guard. You want to get closer to him, without any agenda.
"Does this mean my body won't be put in the trunk of one of your auto collections tomorrow?" You try to lighten it up.
Amado kisses you from behind. The position is awkward but neither of you care. 
Making out with Amado in the bathtub makes the night better than your wettest dream. 
The Mexican's gonna make you cum again with those magician hands of his.
"You...haven't told me if you like the jacarandas mochi." You're so screwed. Maybe you'll never get the answer because Amado's too busy sucking you tits.
Amado clears his schedule the next day. He brings you to the Asian boutique where he bought the Japanese painting.
"One of my guys found this place. I thought you might be interested..." That's cute from a drug lord. But you're not that kind of person.
"A) I don't need a Buddha artifact home to find my inner peace, and B) only Pacho wears shirts with Chinese characters taken from a poem back in the Tang Dynasty. Seriously, he's ridiculous. Come on, let's go."
Instead, you two spend the day trying different Asian food you can find in DF. From hotpot to Peking roasted duck, from pho to char kway teow. Amado seems to enjoy the Chinese food more than others.
"Most Asian restaurants in North America are run by the Chinese, from San Francisco to DF. Since you guys can't tell if an Asian cook is from China, Japan, Vietnam or Thailand, he or she would quickly learn dishes from other Asian countries. We are always the most hardworking people." You explain to him.
"Oh, I love hardworking people." He's so full of shit but you can't help smiling. 
Amado finds a fortune cookie note saying "Happy New Year of Monkey." Then you explain Monkey is one of the Chinese zodiac signs which repeat every 12 years. 
"So 1956...I am a monkey? Cool." He's surprisingly quick with math.
You write the Chinese character of monkey on a napkin and Amado seems fascinated by it. So you suggest that he could get the Chinese character tattooed, "Next time you can show that to Pacho. He probably would get one, too."
Holy shit, he's really doing it. 
The way the tattoo parole Amado brings you to is cleared makes you believe it's part of the cartel business, which makes perfect sense. 
"You don't have any tattoos? Not at all?" You're surprised when the tattoo artist prepares Amado's skin on his forearm, first cleaning then shaving.
"We've fucked three times, once in a bathtub," Amado grins, obviously in a good mood, "Don't you think it's a bit late to ask? Or I fucked you too hard you didn't notice?"
Thank God the tattoo artist doesn't even flinch.
OK, you have to get back at the fucker. So when the tattoo artist asks you for the character to make a design, you write pig in Chinese instead of monkey.
"Hold on, that doesn't look like what you wrote on the napkin. Let me see it." Right after the tattoo artist places an outline of the design on his skin, the Mexican stops him.
You're 100% sure Amado doesn't speak or write Chinese. How the fuck does he figure it out?
"What is it exactly? Tell me the truth or you will have an honest conversation with my brother." Amado makes the threat more scary by pointing at Vicente, who stands next to the door with two guns and a pink lollipop. 
"Wait. He doesn't know shit. It was me...I wrote a different character." Your confession is quick, you don't want to see anyone get hurt over this beef.
You thought it's just a silly prank. Now you realize you're dealing with the most notorious narcos of the country. Amado may look like a businessman, reasonable, even decent. He's still capable of getting violent whenever he thinks it is necessary, to an extent you really don't want to know.
You take a deep breath, then apologize to Amado. You are ready for the consequence. 
"Apology accepted. On one condition, you'll have the exact same tattoo as I do when the new design is done." Fair enough.
But you're a chef who often needs to cook right in front of customers. You can't let them see a tattoo on your forearm. 
"How about here?" The Mexican is touching your breast as if no one's around.
It's a small tattoo, just one character. But it's near your heart and you're sensitive as fuck.
You can't move but your nipples are hard almost through the entire process. Amado's right beside you and he sees everything. Someone please help you ease the pain FFS.
The fucker doesn't act on it until you get into the car. Amado shuts the soundproof panel between the front and rear seats and the next thing you know, you're riding the man who just makes you get a stupid matching tattoo. It fucking stings, and itchy. Yet the pleasure is undeniable when your tits being teased, bit, sucked. Amado carefully avoids the tattoo, which makes you want him to scratch the itch even more. You scream his name when you cum with both extreme pleasure and pain.
Amado puts an arm around you when it's over. Two matching tattoos are right next to one another. Your heart is still beating fast from the afterglow, echoing his pulse.
You feel the caress on your beast, it hurts a bit yet the body warmth is nice. Is it how it feels to be marked by someone else? Not many people will ever see it, plus it's not a specific name or symbol that would embarrass you later. It'd be a secret.
"You know what? You won't be able to find a dead body to stand in for you when you eventually betray me, sweetheart. No one else would get a tattoo like this." 
What Amado just says feels like a kick in the stomach. It's cold and absolutely right. Have you been sloppy? Has Amado figured out something already? "Why would I betray you?" You ask, but he doesn't give an answer.
It's the last day of your stay. You have a very special package delivered from Japan.
You gonna make blowfish sashimi tonight for Amado.
Everyone knows it's toxic so it has to be handled with meticulous care. You make Amado watch every step —  a set of fuguhiki, knives with thin blade is unwrapped, you pick them one by one to gut the fish, remove the deadly liver and ovaries, skin it and cut off its head. Then instead of cutting outward like most people do, you turn a knife to cut inward. 
"Careful! You shouldn't hold knife like that." Amado almost jumps in to help. But you assure him it's OK. Then you show off the technique to cut extremely thin and translucent slices of blowfish.
To make the white meat more attractive, you set the slices in a large plate with red poppy flower pattern. They are so thin, the poppy flower is still visible when all's done.
"An ancient Chinese writer used to say, 'The taste of blowfish is worthy of death.'" You joke when you mix the sauce. "Don't worry. I'm a licensed blowfish-preparation chef."
Amado squints, "So you're testing me."
You want to tell him to just trust you, but you don't know how.
"There's no antidote for the tetrodotoxin. But I'll eat it, too. If it's poisonous, our muscle will be paralyzed bit by bit when we're fully conscious, eventually we won't be able to breathe. We're going to die slowly, painfully and desperately."
You take the first bite, Amado follows.
"Why are you so loyal to him?" Amado breaks the silence, "For one, you don't sleep with him. You obviously are not related. And as far as I know, money can't buy loyalty."
"I'll answer it if you answer my question first." The Mexican agrees. "You didn't want me for me, you barely knew me. You made the decision when Pacho said I was the best, he wouldn't last a week without me. You want him, or something that makes you his equivalent. Except being gay, I don't know. You won't fuck his boys, so I'm the next proxy. Am I correct?"
After a pause, Amado nods. Then it's your turn.
"How many female chefs do you know?" Amado is confused for a few seconds, then he gets it.
"There was no place for you in your line of work, just like there was no place for him in this game controlled by men, men who have multiple wives and fuck whores. He sees himself in you. So he takes you under his wings."
"Yes. Pacho is the only one who's believed me. He's also the biggest shareholder of my first restaurant."
Amado then asks what you gonna tell Pacho when you return. "I'll tell him you give really good heads. Maybe he should try it himself." You wink, "No, I'll let him know you're not a cold-blooded bastard. Even though you sometimes make awful choice by dipping sashimi in guacamole, you're appreciative of other people's work." You really mean it, you like Amado. But you'll probably never know if he buys it or if it matters.
After a while, you finish the whole plate of blowfish sashimi. "Seems we're not dead." Amado's poking your cheek with chopsticks.
"No, we are not."
"Last question, why did Pacho send you?"
"Amado, you would've done the same. You know that."
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Something Blue (part 4/15)
Please read it in AO3, this fic has soundtracks.
Summary: Now that Ziva is safe and can return to her family… Tony doesn’t waste any time. She’ll need to have something blue to go along with a white wedding gown.
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“Have we died and reached paradise or am I dreaming?” asked Nick looking up to the clear blue sky.
The team stood assembled at the bridge that connected the sea to the island, every single one of them laughing after dancing non-stop to the songs from the boat. Their tongues tasted of bubbly champagne and citric fruit, the wind playing with their hair and the hats that scaped occasionally from their heads. The early afternoon sun was reflected on the slow waves of the pier, seagulls a constant subject of the light blue sky, following the passengers from the boat to the coconut trees. White painted every surface, from the large circular domes to the infinite steep stairs of restaurants and balconies, mixed between wide, ancient stone walls separating the many houses.
Bright yellow flowers colored the wooden stakes of the bridge, intertwined with olive branches and other herbs. At the end of it, a small wooden sign was placed on the sand, an arrow pointing northeast to one side of the beach, next to a message in elegant handwriting.
Welcome to our beginning. Please, have lots of fun. - love, T and Z.
Little bare feet came running towards the group, raising sand on its way as the summer air filled with giggles.
She clung to Gibbs’ leg and looked up, a few strands of hair coming loose from her braid which was swinging in the wind. She wore a little white dress with a floral pattern. A big gap-toothed smile framed her face as he raised her to his arms, receiving a sweet kiss on the cheek on return.
“Hey, Tali,” he said softly as the other members of the team greeted her as well, making her shy for a moment when she hid her face on the crook of his neck, “where’s your father?”
“On your six, boss,” a familiar voice greeted them.
Gibbs had never seen Tony look so happy. He was tanned, small freckles painting his cheekbones and a wide grin displayed on his lips. Like his daughter, he was also barefoot, a Hawaiian shirt complimenting his look along with black sunglasses which he put on his front pocket.
“Finally you’ve arrived, I was starting to doubt if my specialist on weddings would come to support my own,” he added with a smile, squeezing Gibbs’ shoulder, “I promise it’ll only be one though, I don’t have your kind of vigor, boss.”
He received a head slap in return.
“Nothing changed, uh?”
“It never will, DiNozzo.”
Gibbs put Tali down for a moment to give a proper hug on his former agent, patting his back firmly.
“You’ve done well, son,” he whispered in his ear.
“Don’t you dare me make emotional right now, I have a feeling my eyes will sweat a lot during the weekend,” Tony replied with a smile.
They let go and Tony surveyed the team, clasping his hands together.
“Now to presentations,” he continued, “my fondest, warmest, kindest welcomes, everyone, it is a pleasure to have you here. I see old faces and new faces,” he glanced at Torres and Kasie and smiled, “and me and Tali here are glad that you came all the way from DC to witness this miracle. And where is the Rapunzel of the story? Well, funny you should ask, she’s currently going mad about the color of the table cloths and if we should put lights on or off in a wedding set at sundown. Who knew crazy Israeli ninja was so fond of this kind of stuff?”
“We all knew, Tony,” said Palmer.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s why I’m marrying her,” he replied with a warm smirk, “so… she told me she’d meet you up the hill, where you’ll be staying, with lots of food and drinks as an apology. Go easy on her, she still has a wedding to attend tomorrow and I’m quite scared she’ll go entirely Daenerys before it happens. Then I’ll have to marry McGroom and fulfill his lifetime secret dream.”
“Oh, give me a break, will you,” McGee huffed a laugh, his lips turning upwards instantly.
“You’ll never have a break from me, McDad. Never. I will hunt you when we both become ghosts, chasing you around the cemetery as I scream McBoooo,” he lifted Tali in the air, tickling her sides before putting her back down on the ground.
“How long have you been holding this joke?”
“Well, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you, Probie, now that you’re a dad of these little monsters, you’ve been quite busy, uh?” he winked to Delilah, “two of them running around the house-”
“Just you wait,” McGee replied with a grin.
“How indiscreet, McGoo, what are you-”
Abby coughed loudly, gesturing to the wooden sign with wide eyes.
“Oh, let’s get out of the sun immediately,” said Tony gratefully, “Ziva made a whole schedule we have to follow and, to be fair, it’s quite good. She should think about working with that instead of being a trained assassin.”
“Ladies, with me!” exclaimed Abby, a hand raised in the air, “I’ll be your greek tour guide for the weekend! Yaaay! We’ll go up the hill by van so we can appreciate our surroundings,” she winked to Delilah, who nodded thankfully from her wheelchair, “I’ll be the best guide there is, you’re lucky you didn’t end up with Tony.”
“Hey!” Tony complained with a smile, “no one knows how to have fun better than I do. Okay, guys and little monsters, with me! Apparently, Tali has everything already under control.”
“Mermaids!” was all Tali said, running towards Victoria next to Jimmy.
The group dispersed, going to different directions. Tony approached Ellie, who was standing next to the one of the faces he didn’t know. The guy wore a white tank top and a Panama hat, his arms sculped and a knowing smile on his lips.
“You must be the wuss,” said Tony holding his hand out.
“News fly,” Nick faltered for a moment and glanced at Ellie, cheeks a bit red.
“Wuss…?” she asked confused.
“Ziva told me you let her win a fight,” Tony intercepted with a knowing look at Bishop, “I’m impressed, rumors are she killed Houdini.”
“Houdini? As in the magician?” asked Ellie.
“She doesn’t recall all the names, she said,” answered Tony with a smile, twinkling eyes directed to Torres, “if you excuse us gentlemen, agent Bishop,” he kissed her hand, “we got to get to some donkeys.”
“DONKEYS?” asked Nick startled, a laugh escaping his lips.
“A big greek wedding, my friend, donkeys are a must.”
Tony wrapped an arm around the man’s shoulders, directing him towards the right path.
“Just so you know,” he muttered in a tone only Nick could hear, “I made my own personal mission to make you tell her how you feel by the end of this weekend.”
Nick glanced to Tony, who was casting him a mischievous smile.
“Then where’s the alcohol, bro?”
“I like you already.”
°°°
“One… two… three!” Tali placed her little legs on top of Tony’s shoulders, his hands firmly gripping her ankles from below, “push the button,” he said as he held his index finger high for Tali.
She pushed it slightly with her finger, just as her father yelled “HERE WE GO!” and started to swing his body from side to side. A moment later, a loud splash could be heard across the waves, the white seafoam coloring the crystal blue water. Tony emerged with Tali wrapped around his torso, happy giggles echoing all around on a sunny afternoon.
“Uncle Tim, Uncle Tim!” exclaimed Victoria, wearing bright pink arm floats and a little floral cap, as she pointed at something underwater, “there, I can see it!”
“Where?” he looked at the place she was showing, Morgan in his arms with wet pigtails, “oh, I see it. You’ve found a big one, good job!”
He let his daughter float at the slow waves as he dived down to grab something at the bottom of the ocean.
“Ooooh,” said Victoria out loud, hands on her cheeks, “can I touch it?”
“Yes, just do it slowly, it’s a little gooey,” said McGee as he held the shining orange starfish at the girls’ direction.
Vitoria’s little finger touched it softly, but she backed away as soon as she got to know its texture.
“No, no, I don’t wanna touch it,” said Morgan as she gripped her father’s arm hard.
“It’s okay, Morgan, let’s just put it back where it belongs then, uh?”
He dived again to put the starfish at the sand bottom and surfaced a moment later, Victoria already swimming to another location to search for a new sea creature.
“First you turn your hands into a vessel, like this,” Jimmy laid one hand atop of each other, “close it tight, like you’re gonna catch water, and then blow steady between your knuckles, like this.”
A loud high pitch whistle reverberated across the rocks they were sitting when Jimmy blew inside his hand, similar to the sound of a clear flute.
“Whoah, do it again!” exclaimed Johnny, trying to mimic his hands.
“Just like the Cherokee Indians,” Jimmy repeated the whistle, now changing the notes and creating a soft melodic pattern.
The coconut trees swayed with the wind, the rays of sunshine kissing their skin and marking their cheeks with soft freckles as it descended on the horizon. Minutes stretched into hours, and time turned fake in the children’s hands. It seemed infinite. The afternoon could go on forever.
It was paradise.
A loud whistle blew from the sand, revealing Senior calling the group with an energetic wave. He walked towards Gibbs, who was sitting in the shade carving up something out of a piece of wood.
“Can’t they stay like this forever?” asked Senior, a sad note in his voice.
“No,” Gibbs replied, looking to the horizon, eyes hard and sad, “no, they cannot.”
The children came running towards the plates of strawberries and pineapple, screaming with delight and raising clouds of sand in their wake. They threw themselves on the colorful pillows scattered on the sand floor, wet bodies splashing drops of seawater all around them. Their fathers came close behind, Tony shaking his body like a wet dog making everybody laugh.
“Palmer, can I talk to you for a sec?” he asked softly, after drying Tali’s wet hair with a towel.
“Yeah, of course,” Jimmy passed the coconut to McGee and got up, going with Tony towards the sea again.
Once their feet touched the waves, Tony turned to him, arms crossed and face furrowed in concern.
“Did you have the chance to bring it? I know I shouldn’t ask you that, it’s just, I think she would-”
Jimmy opened up a smile.
“What are you talking about? Of course I did, they don’t call me a man of honor for nothing,” he replied, squeezing Tony’s shoulders slightly, “don’t worry, my friend, everything’s gonna be fine. Great, even, you’ll see.”
“I’m not worried.”
Tony raised his clear eyes to Palmer, but the harsh laugh that escaped his lips revealed otherwise. The men laughed together, patting each other in the back and walking towards the children.
“Have you ever been closer to paradise than this place?” asked Torres, sitting on the slackline he had just proudly crossed, with sunkissed skin and eyes facing where the sky met the sea.
“Did you know the definition of ‘paradise’ ultimately comes from an Iranian word that the Greeks modified into paradeisos, meaning ‘enclosed park’,” answered Ducky, a bottle of cold water in his hand, “in Hellenistic Greek, “paradeisos” was also used in the Septuagint - an early Greek translation of Jewish scriptures - in reference to the Garden of Eden. So we are staying where the word came from.“
"I’m gonna take that as a no,” Nick replied laughing.
“I’ve arrived a little bit later than I’ve expected and I didn’t have the chance to see young Eleanor,” Ducky sent an amused look to Torres, “is she well?”
“You too, Ducky? Can’t no one give me a break?”
“Oh, I’m only asking, Nicholas, you seemed rather close,” but Ducky’s eyes were not so clueless.
“I’m sorry, yeah, yeah, she’s great,” Nick replied shrugging.
Ducky let out a charming laugh, looking up to the clear sky, “I think this is the worst-case scenario for someone to give you a break, Nick. We are at the wedding of another office couple, after all.”
“Another…?”
Nick pointed his index finger to Ducky and then put it on his lips, asking for silence, “please don’t go spreading out this idea to the others, Doctor Mallard.”
He stood up and with a surfboard under his arm, Nick raced towards the ocean. The wind was perfect for surfing at the calm waves.
Ducky reclined himself on his sun lounger, taking a sip of his cold water, “oh, I think they already know, kid,” he laughed to the sky.
°°°
“To your left. No, your other left. Yeah, up a little bit. A little bit more-”
A loud crash sounded when the glass jar shattered at the tiles, flowers and candles scattering everywhere. Ziva cursed in a foreign language, already bending down to the clean the mess on the floor.
“I’m sorry, Ziv,” said a younger cousin of her, who came along with her family from Tel Aviv to eat and dance for free, as well as try to help her with the numerous decorations. She was hanging the lights up in the olive trees, but there were so many of them to coordinate with the flowers and pieces of cloth, even Ziva was a bit confused with where to put them.
“It’s okay, Sorsha, I’ll handle it later,” she replied with a smile to the young girl standing up at the ladder, a guilty expression on her face.
“We still have to set the tables and wrap the gifts and talk to the band,” proceeded Ziva exasperated, sighing tiredly with the back of her hand rubbing her forehead.
“And test the lights,” added Sorsha, who now ticked things out of a small paper list, “and see if the cake turned out okay.”
“That Odette is taking care of, you can cross it out.”
“And welcome the guests.”
Ziva stopped where she stood and turned around as soon as she recognized that voice.
“Breena,” Ziva opened a wide grin to her old friend, who came running to hug her tightly, “I’m so glad you’re all here!”
Ziva greeted every one of them with a kiss on the cheek, bending down to talk to Delilah.
“You must be the one who finally stole Tim’s lion heart,” she said with a knowing glance.
“I know, I’m still shocked from time to time,” Delilah replied with a smile.
Ziva gave her a thankful nod, and no words were needed.
“Okay. Food. You must be starving,” she came back to her worried self, tying her hair into a knot, “I just need to check a few things.”
“Hey, are you okay?” asked Jack, her professional voice taking over, “Ziva, I think you need to relax for a bit. You’re the bride, remember? How can we help?”
“Take her out of here,” declared Odette, who was guiding two people with a large flower vase nearby, hands on her hips and a meaningful smile at Ellie, “or I will myself prohibit her getting any closer.”
“I’m- I’m sorry. I think I bit more than I can screw,” said Ziva, trying to recompose herself.
“What…?” asked Kasie, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“We called it Zivaisms,” answered Abby, grabbing Ziva’s arm and leading her towards the accommodations, not caring about any response, “when Tony is not around to correct her, we just ignore the weird and move on.”
“I tend to do a lot of ignoring the weird and moving on down at that lab,” remarked Kasie.
Abby looked at her with a wide grin, then started to jump up and down, not being able to contain her excitement. She let go of Ziva to run towards Kasie and hug her tightly, while the bride just burst out laughing with the scene, finally letting herself relax.
“We have so much to talk about,” said Abby, arm wrapped around Kasie’s shoulders, “what kind of music you play there now?”
“Uh-”
“It doesn’t matter, I’m so excited there’s finally someone who understands. YAAAY!”
They walked together until they arrived at the lodgings, stationed just above the sea, the white stone balconies disappearing among the many similar others along the coast. The air smelled of sea salt, dried herbs, and the feeling of freedom of a new vacation about to start. Ziva entered the bridal room, making everyone cheer when she showed the sign of “Future Mrs.” placed at her door. A smooth wooden table filled with plates of fruit, various types of seeds and pastries greeted them, along with bottles of cold champagne and rosé wine. Across the hall, a white bed was stationed in front of a large floor to ceiling open window, the big beige curtains flying with the ocean wind.
The view was magnificent.
It was close to the sea so it was possible to discern the silhouettes of the villagers, but far enough to have some privacy. The sound of the waves could be heard all over the room as they hit the cliffs, the constant splashing a calming tune. A small dressing table was placed near the windows, seashells covering the whole surface around the mirror.
Only three objects were set on top of it.
A photograph of Rivka and Eli David, arms wrapped around each other when they were incredibly young, the Jordan mountaintops behind them. Its frame was made of pearls.
A photograph of Ziva holding her sister Tali’s hand, her brother Ari at her other side, all laughing, their bicycles laid on the ground. Its frame was made of buttons.
And a photograph of a man pointing to the camera, his eyes looking towards a little girl whose face was dirty with the chocolate ice cream she held in her hands. Tali was smiling, her baby teeth appearing through her mouth in a wide grin, dark brown eyes twinkling. Tony was also beaming, as if it was the first time he made her truly laugh.
That one she didn’t frame on purpose, the paper almost damaged with time and constant folding to pocket size. It was the most precious to her.
“Whoah, that’s a hell of a view,” said Kasie, eyebrows raised and mouth opened in an oval shape.
“Perfect, wouldn’t you say?” Abby replied, sending Ziva a naughty grin and wiggling her brows.
“Abby,” Ziva huffed a nervous laugh, her cheeks reddening in a rare moment, “this isn’t where we are going to stay for the honeymoon.”
“Why not?! It’s the perfect place, with a great view of the stars, and the sea-”
“Abby,” Ziva stopped her, “he did not want to tell me about it.”
Every woman looked at Ziva, all casting disbelieving glances at each other.
“Really?” asked Jack, “is he that good?”
Ziva smiled shyly, looking down to her feet.
“Yeah,” she answered, “yeah, he is.”
Giggles filled her room, and for the first time in her life, Ziva David was grateful to have such a great female company.
“I’m so glad that you’re here, ladies. I was getting suffocated with all the planning and the last minute decorations. At least Tony is taking care of Tali, or else she would’ve wanted to opine on everything,” she smiled with the thought.
“So, Ziva, tell us the news! How did Tony propose?” asked Ellie, sitting down at a nearby chair after Abby popped open a bottle of champagne, “we didn’t hear anything about you until the invitations arrived.”
“That… that’s a very long and funny story, but we have something more important to discuss first.”
Ziva grabbed a grape and threw it in her mouth, chewing slowly while studying Ellie, who seemed a bit nervous with the sudden turn in the conversation.
“Eleanor, will I need to give you the bouquet directly or are you already aware that Nicholas is fond of you?”
Ellie froze. Her cheeks blushed until the redness reached her ears, and she huffed a laugh while putting a loose strand of her hair behind her ear.
“What? No. Nick? Puff, no way. He’s… he’s just… he’s my partner. We’re coworkers, nothing will happen.”
Everyone glanced at her with a bemused look.
“You do realize what we’re doing here this weekend, don’t you, Ellie?” asked Sloane carefully, placing her hand on top of Bishop’s.
“A wedding?” Abby giggled, “Of… coworkers…?” she added.
Ellie opened up a shy smile when the women started to shake her shoulders and cheer, her cheeks turning even redder than she thought it was possible.
“Don’t worry, uh?” Ziva cast her an honest look, “just have fun and I promise you, time will tell.”
°°°
“HEY TATER TOTS,” called Nick from the water, four kids giggling behind him on the low waves, “HEY, BISHOP!”
Ellie startled where she was lying down on a sun lounger, back facing the sun and wearing a high waisted bikini set. The warmth made her head dizzy with sleep, and she was so tired from the long journey, she didn’t even notice when the back massage Ziva arranged for her ended and when she started to only sunbathe.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT, BRUSSELS SPROUTS?”
“I have a dare for you.”
She startled once again when she realized he was standing just next to her, drops of water wetting her shoulder when he bent down to whisper in her ear.
“What… what dare?” she turned around carefully, hands shading the sun from her eyes as her skin started to tingle with the sight of Nick’s silhouette against the sun.
“I dare you to do a better handstand than those kids.”
“What?” That was unexpected.
“The one with the higher score is Tali. For now. Johnny said that it was because she was older, so I told him you’re older than any of them and doesn’t know how to do a proper handstand.”
Ellie snorted a derisive laugh, taking Nick’s hand to help her stand up, “do you think Eleanor Bishop doesn’t know how to do the most simple summer thing such as a handstand?”
“You’re talking in third person, creep,” he repeated her words from hours before, racing with her towards the kids. Sounds of constant laughter and waves crashing echoed all around.
Abby had taken every one to show a little cave she found with clear hot springs inside, near the cliffs on the other side of the beach. Gibbs and Jack had gone to the opposite direction, walking in the sand until they weren’t visible anymore around the bend.
Meanwhile, Ziva had arranged back massages for her and Ellie to enjoy the little spare time she had before the big event.
She now was lying down at a recliner chair, knots on her back coming undone by the amazing hands of the venue massagist. Her maroon bikini top was untied and she rested at the shade, palm trees swaying with the wind next to her. Her mouth tasted of cold sparkling wine, the sensation of bubbles exploding on her tongue still lingering. All she could hear was the wind, the birds and the sea nearby.
“Hmmm,” she moaned as the massagist touched a particularly painful spot. Her vertebrae cracked carefully under his fingers and the muscles started to slowly relax.
It was heaven.
“Hmmm, just like that, yeah.”
“Miss?” asked the young massagist in a polite tone.
“Hmmm…?” was all she could muster.
Ziva heard the loud sound of children laughing far away, followed by one “I win!” muffled by the powerful wind. She didn’t have a clue what that might be, but she smiled softly with the thought.
The massagist’s hands left her back from a moment, the wind caressing her skin and making her shiver.
“Uhh,” he said, a nervous note distinguishable in his voice, “are you the one getting married, miss?”
His hands returned, massaging her shoulders and the back of her neck as she moaned out loud with the sensation. She was alone and didn’t care about anything or anyone, to be honest. Tony was showing the surroundings to the guests with Abby and Tali was playing in the sand with the other kids. This was her moment, and hers alone.
“Yes, yes I am.”
“And… and who is the groom?” the young man asked politely, voice now steadier once she stopped with the moaning.
“He…” Ziva did it again just to feel him stiffen, biting her lower lip as a loud sound escaped her throat, “his name is Tony. Tall guy. Talks a lot.”
This is still too easy.
It was few the moments in her life Ziva David had truly felt like a woman, only when her job demanded and when her guilty desire asked her to. Now, she had a little girl who asked her about princess’ stories and glittery clothes, a good man at her side whose eyes always landed on her filled with need and a wedding party about to happen.
With a white gown and something blue included.
It all seemed like a dream, after years running away and hiding from Sahar, she was now in this beautiful place with all her family to cherish her wedding.
The girl who ran all her life had finally found herself.
“Is he… is he here?” asked the massagist, hands trailing down her lower back with care.
“Yes, he is. Well, not now, but you know, I do hope he is at the wedding, at least.”
“Of course.”
He changed the position of his hands to press down at her calves and Ziva purred in delight. She felt him bending down to massage the back of her knee, so she moaned once again just to play with him, her sassiness on overdrive.
“Is he, you know, strong? Knows how to fight?”
Ziva’s mind filled with images of Tony with shoulder holsters and sweaty skin, and she had to bite her lip again to prevent her from muttering anything too inappropriate. Gosh, the waiting for this honeymoon would make her explode with greed until there.
“Yeah, I’m afraid he’s pretty good at it.”
The massagist hands trailed the back of her thigh, making a skip from her hips to her lower back again.
“Is he… good looking?”
“Oh,” she smiled with the sight of him in formal attire tomorrow, “oh yeah-”
Her voice abandoned her as she felt the young man bending down atop of her and doing a fast lick at the shell of her ear.
“HEY, WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING?”
She quickly grasped her bikini top to turn around and stand up, wanting to punch him right away, but his body pressed her down at the chair, laying on top of her back.
He was too heavy, and for a second she couldn’t move from the position she was lying down.
She had to think fast.
She had to found a quick way out of here.
“I could ask you the same thing, Dah-veed.”
Tony’s raspy voice caressed the back of her ear just as he came closer to place a lingering kiss on the crook of her neck.
“You have no self-respect moaning like that, do you?” he grabbed her hair to position her neck how he liked, placing wet kisses from her shoulder to her earlobe, “you have no respect for the groom also, uh? You do know he’s obeying your wishes to wait until the honeymoon, don’t you?”
He kissed her neck, again and again, and again, making her dizzy and hot and sweaty. Her skin began to prickle wherever he touched and she could feel a tingling sensation starting to grow strong at the base of her belly.
“You do know,” another kiss, “that you’re driving him crazy,” another kiss, “with your bikini like that?”
She started to shiver and couldn’t take it anymore as one of his hands trailed down to grab her firmly at the waist.
“Tony, I-” a loud moan escaped her lips as he pressed his whole body hard on her back.
“He can’t. Wait. For tomorrow. Sweetcheeks,” he said slowly, the syllables leaving his lips just as he placed kiss after kiss on her neck, again and again, making her want to scream, her heart threatening to explode.
Tony planted a wet smooch on her ear, making a loud 'pop’ as he moved away, letting her turn around. An amused smirk danced on his lips as his green eyes gave an appreciate gaze down her body, waiting for her as she tied her bikini. The young massagist was nowhere to be found.
“It was you all along?”
He opened up a boyish smile, eyes growing dark as his gaze lingered on her lips a moment too long.
“Did you really think a massage that good could be done by a shaky little guy in training?”
Ziva chuckled, licking her lips as she watched Tony’s eyes carefully trace her tongue with hard focus.
“How much did you give him to ask that stuff?”
“Your habilities are faltering, Israeli, once upon a time you could sense me in your sleep just by my marvelous natural musk,” his eyes darted from her lips to her chocolate eyes, the color almost invisible as it became two completely black orbs.
The air between them was filled with electricity, the tension almost unbearable with Ziva licking her lips and Tony tracing her tongue with his eyes.
“Just kiss me already, will you?”
She opened up her mouth to welcome him, his wet tongue crashing into hers with obvious need, smooth and tasting of cold tequila. He moved closer to her, wrapping his arm around her waist, the other lifting to her hair as he intensified the kiss.
Ziva couldn’t think straight, she felt like she had drunk at least a whole bottle of wine, mind blank with all the senses taking over her. The warmth in her belly was spreading across her body, through her veins, and, judging by the way he was groaning into her mouth, she guessed he felt the same.
They were sweating as the lust and desire for each other scrambled on the surface and the body heat between them could cause a fire. It seemed that neither of them wanted to stop the kiss.
But it was necessary to inhale, so Tony drank in her lips for one last long moment and then released them with a soft moan. He opened his eyes and licked his lips, tasting her on them as he looked at him and saw the effect of the kiss. She banged her head once lightly against the chair, feeling completely dumbfounded and, with closed eyes, took a deep breath.
“Why did we wait so long again?” Ziva asked, voice quavering and raspy.
“I ask that myself every day,” Tony answered with a wide smile, “so do you think, HEY-”
A pair of steady hands gripped him at his shoulders and lifted him from the chair, just as another held his ankles and he started to be carried away from her.
“Not now, pal,” said Nick, holding his ankles and moving towards the other side of the beach, “you got somewhere else to be.”
"No, no, no, guys, put me down."
“A bachelor party, I think,” added Jimmy from behind, hands under Tony’s arms.
"PUT ME DOWN," exclaimed Tony, tossing in his friends' arms.
“For the one and only Anthony DiNozzo,” said McGee, winking at Ziva as she chuckled, “YOU CAN HAVE HER TOMORROW,” Tim put his hands in a shell shape, his voice echoing across the beach.
“SHE’S MINE EVERY DAY,” Tony yelled back, trying to turn his head towards Ziva but the guys didn’t let him.
“Is he drunk?” she asked, crossing her arms and eyes twinkling.
“No, he’s not,” replied McGee, a knowing smirk on his lips as he nodded towards Tony, “I think he’s just in love.”
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toboredtoanything · 3 years
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Aladdin
Hey guys! This ask is for @princeasimdiya12. I hope you enjoy!
Summary: Stan (Gravity Falls) during his time alone gets into some trouble, getting him tossed into water while bound and gagged.
Warnings: Dark themes, pg-14 level violence descriptions, descriptions of drowning
Might be heavy for some peeps.
Aladdin
Stan grins widely as he takes in his appearance in the mirror.
His hair, which has been styled in a mullet since his high school days, is pulled back into a low ponytail.
His white and gold costume accentuates his form, which while isn’t in peak condition, is still strong and sturdy.
He places an over the top hat onto his head and beams at his reflection.
“Aladdin is sure to pick up the ladies,” he says to himself. “It’s also ironic, since I will be pick pocketing from them the whole night!”
He laughs to himself, grabbing his wallet and keys.
He quickly makes his way to the venue of the Halloween party he’d barely been invited to.
He only got the invite because the host’s sister was guilty she’d hit him with her car.
In reality, Stan had staged the event, in hopes of getting her number. He thought he could get her with his latest scam. She looked wealthy, as it were.
Then again, for him, practically everyone looked wealthy in California.
He parks and quickly gets out of the beat up car, practically strutting into the lounge house, located right on the beach, closest to a privately owned pier.
He enters and immediately gathers attention. The Halloween party was full of monsters and animals, a mix of disgustingly realistic ones, as well as the outfits that barely concealed any of a persons skin. Just horny adults playing dress up as an excuse to dress slutty.
Stan has to admit he prefers them over the zombies and skinwalkers, however.
Girls flock over each other at the handsome stranger in an Aladdin costume.
Stan winks at a group of girls wearing fishnet tights and shorts, only a small patch of grey fabric containing their upper bodies as they flaunt white poofs they’d attached to the exposed skin of their lower backs.
‘Bunnies,’ Stan laughs to himself. ‘Hardly original.’
He quickly finds a target. A young brunette who already looks close to the tipping point of an alcoholic meltdown.
She sways slowly along with a fast paced rock song- hardly a song for swaying.
He approaches her and takes note of every valuable on her person.
She’s dressed like a genie, her hair in a high ponytail, scantily clad body in loose fitting pants and a cropped shirt that barely reaches the bottom of her rib cage.
She grins up at him through her lashes and he has to bite back surprise as she slowly falls into him.
He glances around, but no one takes notice.
He quickly pulls her closer to himself and starts to run his hands up her arms.
She sighs happily as she continues to sway to the song.
“What’s your wish?” She slurs.
Stan only then pauses and thinks about the irony of finding this girl to target.
Their costumes go well together.
He smirks. “How about you and I find a quiet spot, and I’ll tell you all of them?”
She leans back and nods at him eagerly.
She takes his hand and leads him to a corner of the room with couches and a singular table.
The remnants of an unfinished game of beer pong crowds the table, so Stan leads her to one of the couches.
On his way, he grabs another cup of something obviously high in alcohol content.
He hands her the cup and she shakes her head slightly.
“No. I.” She pauses, frowning. She shakes her head and then smiles. “I’m good.”
“How about this then,” Stan starts. “My first wish is for you to drink this and then we can talk about my other wishes.”
Their conversation goes on like this until she’s passed out on the couch. In a few quick motions, Stan is leaving her on the couch, covered in a blanket.
He pockets a bracelet and a necklace.
Now Stan is a man of art, cons, and talent. He isn’t one to resort to thieving unless truly desperate.
He thinks he’s gotten away with it to, until a hand is on his shoulder, turning him abruptly. He lets out a brief noise of protest before a fist is driven into his nose.
“Saw that!” A male voice says. Another fist collides with his face.
His eyes are scrunched up from the pain, but he blinks it away as much as possible.
Opening his eyes he jolts back, narrowly missing another punch.
He bites back a comment as he makes a quick decision.
Within a second, he’s on the ground rolling around with the tall blond who’d punched him.
Another pair of hands grab him and yank him off.
“What the hell, man?”
The blond stands up quickly, spitting blood onto the ground in front of Stan.
“This guy was stealing from Kate!”
The man who’d pulled Stan off then rounded on him. His dark eyes narrow, glaring at Stan.
“What the fu-“
“I don’t know what he’s talking about. I saw that girl over there and put a blanket over her so she’d be more comfortable. Nothing more.” Stan jabs a thumb towards the blond, anger evident in his body language. “He just started hitting me.”
“Empty your pockets then.”
The dark skinned man shoots his friend a look. “Pete, calm down. How many have you had?”
The man- Pete -looks to his friend with disbelief in his eyes. “Are you saying you believe this guy?”
“I’m saying you’re drunk and could have misinterpreted what you saw. Move along.”
The blond spits at Stan once more, before stalking off in anger.
Stan looks to the guy that saved his neck.
“Thanks.”
The man hums, walking away.
Several hours later, Stan thinks to take his leave, pockets full of more than enough goods to get him out of the state and away from view of the cops - for now.
He exits the lounge, heading towards his car.
Pain suddenly erupts in his skull as he drops to his knees, his vision darkening.
The blond man, Pete, grins at Stan.
“I know what you did. You wanna be a thief? Then I’ll treat you like one, Aladdin.” Pete says the name with disgust and anger, sarcasm dripping from his lips like honey.
A sickening crunch sounds as the man punches Stan once again in the nose.
Darkness blooms around Stan and he loses consciousness.
***
Stan comes to, cold.
His Aladdin costume had been ripped open, probably caused from being drug along the ground.
His hat had been lost ages ago, in the midst of the first brawl.
Now his jacket lay heaped in a pile, spots of it red and brown from blood- both old and new.
Stan lets out a groan as a foot is placed on his chest.
Only then does Stan realize a few things.
One, his hands and legs are bound tightly; each movement causes his body to scream in protest as it felt as though his limbs would snap in half.
Two, his breathing and talking is muffled due to a gag wrapped around his mouth.
Three, he’s on a wooden dock, the lounge a few lights in the distance, music still blaring.
He shivers in his undershirt.
His pockets had also been emptied.
The foot moves.
“It’s guys like you that make me sick,” Pete says, coming into view. “You’re pathetic!”
Stan struggles to speak with the gag in his mouth.
“You’re the pathetic one!” He tries to say, but it sounds more like “Oar ta pa-etic un.”
This causes Pete to grin.
“Right,” he says. “And you just found all of this jewelry on the floor.”
Stan stays silent.
“Come on! You seem like a tough guy! What’s the matter? Can’t think of anything to say?”
Pete kicks Stan in the stomach, causing Stan to curl up on his side, his arms still painfully pinned behind his back.
Stan groans, getting to his knees. Pain shoots from his neck to his lower back, a bruise forming.
The man, obviously drunk, slurs and stumbles around a second before his eyes lock onto Stan once more.
“I’m going to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Stan rolls his eyes right before everything seems to speed up and Stan is submerged underwater.
The first thing he feels is the cold. The water freezes him to the core, shutting out any ability to feel warm. His bones begin to hurt as he feels them grow stiff.
Struggling to keep the salt water out of his mouth, which is practically impossible with the gag he’s wearing, he recalls what just happened.
Pete had used an unsteady foot to kick into Stan’s back, kicking him over the side of the dock face first.
The next thing he feels is panic. His eyes burn but he keeps them open, trying to see into the murky water for the surface.
Once he realizes which way is up, his head dizzy from the disorientation, he tries to swim that way, thrashing around desperately.
His thrashing does no good however, only making him tired, his movements sluggish.
Stan sinks like a stone, his heavy pants acting like a weight. The rope around his arms strangle and prevent him from moving them; he simply feels the strain of trying, pain as he almost tears his arm out of the socket from the sheer force he’s using.
He kicks his legs, but they stay roped together. Drunk as he might have been, Pete knew how to tie a knot.
His gag doesn’t help the situation, now thoroughly soaked through, allowing cups of water to force its way down his throat, despite his attempts to keep it out, holding his breath.
The salt coats it, causing a burning feeling like liquid fire to consume him. He gags on instinct, heaping more water into his lungs.
The final thing he feels is dread. The certainty of death. The slow creep of fingers clawing at his mind, scratching and tearing until everything is a mess, memories and thoughts blurring together as he struggles to keep his wits about him.
Darkness presses against him from all sides as he sinks, his head swimming with the lack of oxygen.
Just when Stan feels he can’t hold on any more, his vision fades once again.
He feels weightless, vision darkened, but consciousness still present.
The water caresses his body and he feels acceptance. He’d only ever been a burden to his family anyway.
It’s not like they’d miss him.
He hadn’t talked to any of them in years.
A slow regret washes over him at this thought.
‘I wish I could at least say goodbye.’
His last conscious thought is of his twin brother, Ford.
‘I’m sorry.’
***
Stan coughs violently, jerking upright on a sandy beach. Water falls from his mouth, as he rolls over on to his stomach, leaning heavily on his hands and knees.
His wrists are sore and dry blood encases where the rope had burned him, chafing his skin.
His pants had prevented severe injuries to his ankles, but they still felt on fire.
The salt from the water lapping at his body doesn’t help.
He coughs again, fire searing his throat which had been rubbed dry by the saltwater. He splutters, the water exiting his lungs finally done draining.
He gasps a few times, drawing in oxygen greedily, his lungs burning for air.
His entire body feels raw and aching. His head pounds with a vengeance, as if angry at Stan himself for the lack of oxygen it’d been receiving.
Stan finally calms himself, his breath regulating in slow pants.
He looks around and sees no evidence of what had gotten him out of the water, let alone what could have released him from his bonds.
He rubs his face, where the gag had forcefully held his mouth open at an awkward angle, his jaw aching with each movement.
Stan lays back down, understanding that he’d only fall if he tried to stand.
Closing his eyes, he relishes the feeling of the sun on his body, warmth seeping into the cold of his bones.
Whatever had just happened, Stan feels grateful that he is still alive.
He still has a chance.
‘I’m going to get my life together and I’m going to make you proud, Ford. I just wanna make you proud.’
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shinobirain24 · 3 years
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Water and Ice- Chapter 2: A Stormy Mission
7 years later, Jupiter was a huntsman and a member of Team ZRVT (pronounced: Serpent) and graduated from Haven Academy. His younger brother was also enrolled to a combat school in order to learn how to control his semblance. Since they moved to Mistral. Neptune eavesdropped at his brother's room and saw him cleaning up his spear; "De Nile." Which also serves as a sniper.
"Hey, Bro, what are you up to?" Asked Neptune. Jupiter looked up.
"Glad you asked. The guys and I are going on an undercover mission. We're slowing down the White Fang from attacking any shipping of dust passing by." He replied.
"Undercover? Cool, I wanna go." He smiled.
"Did you not get the last part when I said, ship?" Jupiter mentions, but Neptune still doesn't understand the last part of the sentence. "It means the mission is…" He then paused having the thought of saying the "W" word.
"You know what, never mind. The thing is, you're not going." Jupiter warns.
"What?! Why not?!" Neptune whines.
"Because it's too dangerous and you need a huntsmen license to get the mission. Besides, you're still a kid." He said.
"I am not a kid! I'm a man now! You know I have been getting good grades so far. I made my own weapon. Behold, the Tri-hard!" Neptune hissed with his arms crossed, then demonstrates his own weapon. "Besides, you get all the ladies, and all I'm getting is a pat on the back!" These words made Jupiter chuckled. "I know, Bro. You just need to wait a bit longer to come with me on those missions. Tell you what, maybe if there's something cool, I'll bring it back as a souvenir?" He ruffled his brother's head, making Neptune squint his eyes until Jupiter lifted his head.
"But can't this be the one time you can take me with you?" Neptune begged. "I'll do what you asked."
"No, Neptune. You know Mom would kill me if anything happened to you. And hey, this is a team mission, and I'm not in charge of this one." Jupiter takes his scroll out and read his leader's text, prompting him to head out of the house immediately. "That's my cue, and this is the part where I make my leave. Wish me luck, Bro!" He waved before exiting his room. Making Neptune pouted. Then the window was tapped and he glanced at the sound. The individual turns out to be Sun. The faunus who saved him from being thrown. They have been in contact through their scrolls since they were younger. The blue-haired boy then pushed the window opened and Sun happens to be hanging on the trees whenever he gets bored and want to eavesdrop on any gossips.
"Dude, have you even tried the front door?" Neptune inquired.
"It's much more fun then knocking the door." Sun replies. "Anyway, I couldn't help overhear what your brother is talking about."
"You really have good ears these days." Said Neptune.
"Big time. Since Jupiter's going with his team, we should be going too!" Suggested Sun. But Neptune is too reluctant to go along with this. "Dude, I don't think this is a good idea. We might get into trouble." He tilts. As much as he wanted to go, he's afraid he'll mess things up. On top of it, putting his family at risk. Sun and Neptune have done much together like picking on fights, sparring with weapons, and more.
"Come on, man. You wanted to become the best huntsman in all of Remnant, do you? We'll show Team ZRVT that we're more than just a couple of kids." Sun urged. "They'll give us the spot in their mission. With your brains, and my ninja skills, we're Team Awesome." With that speech, this seemed to convince him enough to prove to his brother that he can help with his missions.
"Okay, I'm in." He accepts and they fist-pumped together. And they climbed down the tree that Sun climbed on to the window, but not before Neptune closed his brother's window and left a note to let his mother know. Without thinking that she will freak out and would report him missing later on. They reached the ground after grabbing their weapons. "Let's go." Sun said and Neptune nodded.
While Team ZRVT are walking in the forest of Mistral, Sun and Neptune are not far behind. But they remained hidden behind the trees and shrubs. The leader of the huntsmen team is Zerena Slithers, a female faunus with sea blue snake rattle tail while her head and hands are still human with green long hair and glasses above her eyes. Sporting herself with a black tank top, brown jeans, and a yellow bandana. With a whip attached to her belt. The second member of the team is Roth Mandle, male with brown hair that tipped down to his neck, green eye on the left while his right has an eyepatch. Silver armor parts from the shoulders to the chest with a white shirt above and knee pads on his blue jeans. And a sword resting on his back. The third one is Jupiter Vasilias, like his brother, his hair is also blue with a white dress shirt and a grey jacket above. With a De Nile on his back. The fourth is Tyler Shepard, he's also a faunus with wolf ears, dark hair and skin, reading glasses above his head and a red sweater unzipped with a shirt under. With two tomahawks on the back of his waist. The four members are graduates from Haven Academy. To which Sun and Neptune will be going someday.
"Hold on, did you guys hear that?" Asked Zerena. This caused the two younger boys to jolt and lower their heads further in the bushes before they could see them and got quiet. The team looked behind and then sideways to see if there's somebody following them.
"I'm getting the feeling someone's following us." Replied Roth.
"Maybe we're just hearing things, you know paranoia and all." Added Tyler. Everyone but Jupiter remained suspicious that it could be an enemy, or former classmates trying to get the mission done first before them. Or somebody they could've know. But went along with his teammates to focus on the mission.
"You know what, maybe you're right, Tyler. For a second there, I thought it was my brother tailing on us." Jupiter agrees. They keep walking, forgetting like it was all just a hallucination. Much to Sun and Neptune's relief that they did not caught them. "Whew, that was a close one. We should head back, I don't think we should get in the way." Neptune told him.
"What?! Come on, Neptune, we can't look back now. We're probably five miles away from home." Sun refused. "It's not like your parents will find out anyway. We'll just tell them we went shopping for dust or something."
"You know what, that sounds like a great idea…Oh no." He grasped his head in shock.
"What is it now?"
"I forgot that I left Mom a note." He squeaked. This makes Sun frightened even more.
"You what?!" Neptune thought back that he placed the note he written on Jupiter's desk. "Oh, Dude. This is bad, if they found out you're gone, we're dead." Sun said in a shaken voice.
"I'm so grounded." Neptune whimpered. He then shook his head trying to keep his cool, like what his older brother would do whenever he gets into a situation like this. "You know what, forget it. Let's go right now." He then lifted his head up and Sun seems so glad that he's finally taking the streak.
"That's the spirit, Neptune!" Cheered Sun. They continue to pursuit Team ZRVT to secretly aid them on their assignment.
"By the way, have you seen Zerena?" Neptune asked.
"Yeah, why is that?" He replied.
"I've got to be honest, she's really hot." He blushed. "The cool outfit, tail, and hair. Also, her commanding skills." These words surprised his best friend.
"Oh man, I never seen this side of you before." Sun gasped. "Since when are you interested in girls? From what I can tell, you used to be a shy and awkward kid since we were six."
"Well that's the point of being a man, Sun. Chicks dig the rebels. Like we are now. Too bad she got the hots for Jupiter. She can't stop looking at him." He sighed. Remembering of how his brother's team would come to visit for meetings and their parents would give them some time alone. While Neptune on the other hand would sometimes join them. Only to have his eyes on Zerena. But then again, he could tell she only has hers on Jupiter since they're the same age. On top of it all, Zerena is only interested in him because of how trusting he is as a teammate towards her.
"Dude, she's too old for you." Sun corrected.
"Oh right, fair point." Neptune scratches his head nervously.
"Come on, I'm sure there's plenty of excitement where it comes from." He assured him. And they keep walking until they reached the Mistral Pier. It was very stormy in the night. Team ZRVT is wearing White Fang hoodies and masks for disguises. Sun and Neptune are not far behind spying on them from the trees they climbed onto. Neptune is looking thought the binoculars for any bystanders or anything connected in the mission. While Sun is watching from above. Sun looks at Neptune wearing a raincoat and goggles over his eyes. "Neptune, you don't need a coat, it's just rain." He whispered.
"Dude, I just hate getting my hair wet, okay?" He sighed. Sun then spotted two more White Fang members walking behind them and tapped Neptune's shoulder to point to them. He nodded. Together they climbed down quietly and knocked them unconscious. And took their uniforms and putting them on as their own. The submarine arrived and Team ZRVT in their disguises first saluted to the ones in charge of the attack. Then they entered the hatch. Sun and Neptune snuck inside quickly before the hatch closes. Then they hid in the closet before the team or any of the White Fang members notices.
"Alright, any ideas Neptune?" Sun asked.
"I think I can use my scroll to hack into the generator to cancel the assault on the shipping. It should slow them down. The power room should be in aisle 9. This way, Jupiter and the others will defuse the missiles." Sun the softly punched him by the shoulder.
"That's why they needed you, man. Like I said, you got the brains for this."
"Intellectual, okay?" They saw an air vent to go and it brought Sun to kick the hatch and lets Neptune lead the way to the power room. They came out of the closet still wearing the uniforms out of suspicion. Nobody suspected them to be kids are snooping around the sub. The disguise seems to be working. Both Sun and Neptune reached the power room and knocked out the operator. Sun keeps on the lookout while Neptune types down the few codes on the generator. "Anytime now." Sun mutters seeing the guards coming. Neptune then gets up and looks at Sun with a thumbs up. However, the guards showed up. "Hey! What are you two doing here?" One guard questioned.
"We're checking the generator, sirs. Nothing to see here." They both saluted while sweating in nervousness. Then the other guard lets them pass. They exit the power room and Sun nudges at his friend. "Okay, now what?" He whispers.
"I got just the thing." He replied pressing a button on his scroll to shut down the generator. All of the power in the submarine is shut down. It went into nothing but pitch black in the aisles. Back in the power room, the guards are astonished by the blackout. "What the?!"
Sun and Neptune high-fived for this victory, doing a dance. But then Sun bumped into a guard behind him not looking back. "Oof! Huh?" He turned to see the guard and jumped.
"Intruders! Don't let them get away!" He yelled. Another one switch the alarm systems.
"Time to go." Sun said.
"Yeah, let's get out of here." They both ran for their lives. "Aw man, wait until Jupiter hears about this!" Neptune shouts excitedly.
"Catch us if you can, Dummies!" Sun teased the White Fang Members. Three more guards showed up in front of them, the boys pull out their weapons to face them off. Sun whacks the two of them with his staff that also serves as gunchucks. One guard has a sword and swung diagonally but Sun deflects it while twirling it with Ruyi bang and Jingu bang on another.
Neptune holds on to his Tri-hard which glows electronically blue. A grunt aimed his axe, but he slides underneath before he was struck. And blocked his axe. Twirling his weapon above hie head and laced it to his right. The guard then charged at him and made a dent to the wall, causing the walls to crack water inside. Washing away the brute while the boys made their escape. But by the time they went outside, it was still raining. The sub was already halfway from shore and the waves are pushing against the sides of the sub. "Dang it, we need to find Team ZRVT and get out of here!" Sun shouts, and Neptune nodded. "We need to signal for help! I got some flares we can use!" Neptune suggested again pulling out some flares from his pouch around his belt. "Got any lighters?!" He asked Sun.
"Gotcha covered!" He threw a lighter to the blue-haired boy and he lights a fire on top and lit the flare. The flare sparks like fireworks as Neptune waves it in the air with all his reach. Team ZRVT ran outside beating two more enemies upfront. "Looks like our lucky day! This blackout is making our job easier and…Hey Jupiter, isn't that your brother and his friend over here?" Roy asked.
"Oh yeah, I didn't…Wait, what?!" Jupiter is spaced off until he gawked hearing the word, "brother." He turned seeing his brother and Sun. Either they're very brave or in danger. He then walked over to the duo. "Hey, I saw a ship over! And it's heading for us, we're saved!"
"What were you two thinking?!" They heard Jupiter's voice not far from behind and they turned slowly. By the look in his eyes, they were narrowed and so were his eyebrows. A sign that he is not happy.
"Hey, bro. How's it going?"
"How's it going?! That's all you're saying?!" He shouted angrily. "You two are in so much trouble! Do you have any idea how dangerous this was?!"
"Yeah, but we cut the generator. Epic problem solved." Neptune snaps his fingers.
"I told you to stay home. And you didn't listen." Jupiter scolded.
"Jupiter, can we save the family drama for later?! They already led the police to us and that's a good thing!" Zerena interrupted the argument. "Besides, those two are lifesavers."
"You and I need to talk about this later." He sighed, defeated.
"Hey, come on, Jupiter. Don't blame him for this, I'm the one who dragged Neptune into this. I thought it would be cool to bring him along to help you guys on this one. If it weren't for him, the White Fang would've gotten away." Sun came to the defense of his best friend. Until he heard Neptune screamed being grabbed by the same brute with the axe.
"Neptune!" Gasped Jupiter. He grabbed his De Nile and prepares to dash at him. But he has the upper hand to get them to surrender. "Not another step, or the boy gets it!" He warns holding Neptune by the wrist and dangling him in front of the rails. "Give my brother back first!" He demands.
"Lower your weapons first!" Jupiter and the others were hesitant with the need to take down the captor. But he isn't giving up, nor he is scared of them. Five against one isn't enough to force him to release Neptune. "Do it, now!" His fingers are slipping from the collar of his shirt. Neptune looked down at the sea, and his eyes widened. His fears came back to him when his four-year-old self reminded him of the day he was thrown from the pier in Argus. His heart beats nonstop. In spite of the group dropping their weapons and surrendering. The brute isn't merciful enough as he throws Neptune into the death waves of the storm. "No!" Jupiter wastes no time to jump into the water to save him. "Jupiter!" Zerena cried.
Neptune's head hits the water, splashing downward. Once again, his body is low in temperature. The water is pulled into his body for all he can remembered. His eyes remained opened when he sees Jupiter swimming down to him before his time is up. He reaches out to his older brother until a wave push him away by his hand and his aura is glowing blue once again. Back in the surface, a huge cyclone is forming around as it gets bigger like any tornado.
"What's going on?! Yelled Tyler.
"I don't know…" Zerena. "But it can't be good! Everybody hold on!" The sub is caught in the cyclone and spun around the funnel. Until the next morning, his vision is black.
"N…Tune…up." A voice called him. His eyes are still blurring with all the water. "Can…h…me?" His vision finally becomes crystal clear. Sun shook him awake until Neptune coughed off the water inside his lungs. Gasping for the air after the mess.
"Man, Dude, you scared me back then." Said Sun. "You okay?" He said with concern giving him time to breath. His head is still distorted. And he pushes the water our of his ears. He then remembers the events from the other night where the cyclone occurred. He also remembers the mission, Team ZRVT, and Jupiter.
"Ah! Jupiter!" He gasped shaking Sun, desperate for answers. "Where is he?! Where's my brother?! I need to find him! He has to be alive! He…he!" Before Sun could even answer, Neptune's parents arrived in fear for what happened to their sons. They were thankful that Neptune survived. But Jupiter, or the rest of Team ZRVT are nowhere to be found. All that's left is a Submarine. "Neptune! Thank the gods you're alive!" His mother cried and hugs him tightly. And his father also embraces him without a word and tears hit his eyes. Police arrived to arrest the surviving White Fang Members, while the medic examined injuries.
"Jupiter?" He inquires. But by the sad expressions on their faces, he could tell there are the worse news.
"He's gone, Son. I'm sorry." Said his father. The words pierced him like an arrow. His world shattered without his brother's presence. The anxiety flow from head to toe. His brother is gone, either he's dead or captured. Looking back, he thinks that his semblance is at fault for this to happened. He now wishes he never agree to go on this mission. In his head, it was all his fault. For that, he fainted. His father catches him to not get anymore injuries, shocking his parents, and Sun.
"Neptune, can you hear me! Neptune! Neptune!" Cried his mother.
"Somebody get the medic, quick!"
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Fantasy (part 1)
Comethru Part 2 
Electric part 3
Characters: Steve Rogers x OC
Warnings: Smut (fingering), fluff
Word Count: 3,231 words.
A/N: So this interesting idea popped up in my head and I decided to write a miniseries about this. If you would like to be tagged, please send me an ask!
“So you say you wanna get away We don't need a plane I could be your escape Take you to a place Where there's no time, no space I could be your private island On a different planet Anything could happen Listen to the waves Let them wash away your pain” (Fantasy by Alina Baraz)
After returning the infinity stones to their original places, Steve went back to isolating himself, burying his emotions deep inside him just like the first battle before New York. His days usually spent with general errands with the rest of the Avengers, going on small scale missions, going for a run in the morning, finding a quiet place to sketch or spending time at the gym hitting punching bags until they reach the other side of the gym. No one exactly knew (maybe Bucky) why Steve went back to the “old isolated self” but Agent Y/N felt it was time to find out when she found Steve dragging another punching bag from the large mountain placed on the corner of the large spacious gym. Agent Y/N was a new recruit to the team after the Battle of Ultron who worked closely with Maria Hill and Fury, just like Maria she got really close to the rest of the Avengers especially Natasha, Sam and of course the handsome Captain America. She clearly remembered how her stomach flipped when she met Steve Rogers for the first time, the true gentleman he was that everyone always appraised him for. She thought the simple crush would fade away, but it intensified as she started working closely with the team and even when she had a few hangouts with Steve. However, she felt her chances became low after she had a heart to heart talk with Steve after a morning run and grabbing a cup of coffee, when he told her about Peggy. She decided to bury her feelings for him and lock it when she saw the emotion and love in his eyes when he talked about her, sensing the look of regret and remorse about how he promised her a dance, but he ended up sacrificing his life and then going to sleep for 70 years. However, Y/N had to put a strong façade and genuinely told him, that she’s here for him as a close friend and she’ll always lend an ear to listen. The possibility of her being with Steve went from low to worse during the conflict between Tony and Steve, causing him to go on the run and protect Bucky. She felt her heart break, when she saw Steve and Sharon share a kiss as she assisted her to help Steve, Sam and Bucky, all she got from Steve was a tight hug “Thank you for everything Y/N, for being such a good friend. I’m going to miss you” he whispered. That’s all she was to him, a good friend. She smiled back holding her tears “Hey, I promised you I’ll always be here for you” As soon as they parted ways, Y/N let the tears flood down her cheeks, thankful that Sharon didn’t ask her why she was crying assuming that this was a difficult time for everyone. Things were a bit better between them when they reunited during the battle of Thanos, thankfully she also survived the snap, but there were very platonic and awkward moments between them when they were alone. Now 3 months later things never progressed from that level, when she was his muscular back flex through his thin shirt drenched with sweat, as he grunted while hoisting the bag onto the hook. She gulped, thinking it was now or never to make things better between them even though she can’t be with him she still missed the moments she had with him. “Steve” she lightly whispered, she hoped he wouldn’t hear her, but her whisper managed to echo through the gym making him straighten his back and turn back facing her. The intense look on his face softened after he saw Y/N, her hair was wet and was wearing a pair of swim shorts, and a light hoodie zipped halfway up her chest giving a peek of her one-piece swim suit. She lightly bit her lip seeing drops of sweat fall across his jawline, and his blonde locks untangled in a mess and his blue eyes looking directly at her. It didn’t help either when he softly spoke “Y/N, what are you doing here?” he asked softly while walking to the bench next to her, slowly unwrapping the tape from his large hands. She cleared her throat, “Oh, um I couldn’t sleep so I decided to take a few laps to tire myself out” she explained while pointing her thumb backwards indicating she came from the pool area. He raised his eyebrows and had a playful look in his eyes, while he zipped his duffle bag “A few? I bet you did like 50, do you even know how fast and how long you can swim? And yet people call me the super soldier” he remarked placing his hands on his hips. She rolled her eyes at his comment but was glad to see him ease down a little, but it turned back to the dejected look on his face he had for the past weeks. “Steve” she started “Are you okay?” she hesitantly asked. She regretted asking him after she saw the quiet look on his face but then he looked down on the ground and let out a heavy sigh. 
      “I saw Peggy”, Y/N heart stopped after hearing Steve’s confession they were seated outside the Avengers compound, on a bench next to the large tree a reasonable distance between them. She faced him, knowing he had more to say, “Tony and I went to Shield’s headquarters and while getting the tesseract, an agent suspected us, so I was hiding from security and went inside an office.” She furrowed her eyebrows, curious to see where his story was going, but let him continue “When I looked around the office, I saw a photo on the desk, it was me before the super serum, I looked back at the door and realized I was in hiding in her office. I heard a door open from the other side and I turned to the windows covered with the blinds, and I……I saw her” his voice cracked a little when he said that. He didn’t wait for her to say anything and kept going, “She still looked the same, still so beautiful”, Y/N smiled sadly at what he said, it really showed that he loved Peggy. “After we defeated Thanos, and when the world was back to normal, I knew that I wanted to go back to her, I had to go back. So that’s why I chose to return the stones so that I can go back to her, but I was too late” he explained, and her heart broke seeing a tear roll down his cheek. “When I was outside her house, going to knock her door, I saw her from the window, she was with someone else, she was dancing with someone else. The dance that I promised her, and she looked really happy.” Y/N scooted closer and took his hand, interlacing her fingers with his, “Hey, I know your blaming yourself for what happened, but this shows that sometimes no matter how much we try, time is now always in our favor” she softly explained. “Just because you’re not with her, doesn’t mean you love her any less, in fact what you did shows that you really love her. You wanted her to see happy and people that love each other do that. Also, just because she’s not with you doesn’t mean she doesn’t love you or stopped loving you, having the picture on her desk meant that you were and are special to her.” Steve looked up, his eyes looking more relaxed and a small smiling in his face, a content look on his face after a very long time. Her heart eased, and she melted into his hug after he brought her into a large warm embrace. “Thank you, Y/N, and I’m sorry for shutting myself out, especially from you” She opened her eyes at his confession, and thought of a crazy idea, when she broke from the hug, he trusted her sharing his secret, now it was the time to share hers. “You okay?” he asked after seeing the serious look on her face. “I wanna show you something” she said, he nodded trying to contemplate what Y/N was saying “okay” he simply replied. “Not now, tomorrow meet me by the pier after sunrise” she explained. “Okay” he sighed, yet extremely curious what Y/N wanted to show him tomorrow, they shared a small hug before saying good night, but he was a bit caught off guard when Y/N turned back to him and said, “Oh and bring your swimming shorts.” 
      Just like Y/N asked, they met at her sailboat at the pier right after sunrise and she sailed to the deep blue sea, throughout the journey Steve asked a few times where they were going but Y/N had a small smile on her face and kept saying “You’ll see”. Half an hour later the sky became a bit brighter and the sun was shining on top of them, she stopped the sail boat with the calm sea surrounding their boat in all four corners. Steve had a big frown on his face, looking around the boat curios on what Y/N wanted to show him “Uh.. you wanted to take me sailing?” Steve asked still trying to piece the puzzles together. “No” she giggled, feeling excitement in her chest as she walked to the front deck of the sail boat. She slipped off, her loose white blouse and her shorts revealing a baby blue elongated triangle bikini top matched with white bikini bottoms. Steve raised his eyebrows seeing Y/N revealing so much skin, he never seen her wear a bikini but always a one-piece but that never made her look less attractive. She threw her clothes at the back of the boat and extended her hand to Steve looking at him with a big smile on her face “Come on” she eagerly told him, he followed suit and got rid of his shirt and khaki pants revealing his swim shorts. “If this is a prank you planned with Sam and Bucky, this won’t be good” he murmured holding her hand. She tightened his grip, “Hey” she said making him look at her, “Do you trust me?” she asked looking intensely in his eyes, that’s when he knew this wasn’t a joke, and he wouldn’t lie to say that he was a bit scared. He took a deep breath then softly smiled at her “I do” She grinned at him before saying “Okay, on the count of one…. Two…..three!”, the immediately leaped into the water.
       Once he was submerged deep into the water and opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the water clearly. He looked at Y/N and noticed she wasn’t holding her breath, and she gestured with her hands for him to stop holding his breath, he couldn’t describe what he was experiencing and feeling, he was breathing normally and that too underwater. Y/N then took his hand and they swam deeper, his eyes widened seeing the aquatic life around him. A pod of dolphins twirled around them and swimming to the other direction. They then passed by a mother and baby sperm whales. Chris felt he was in paradise when he was twirling with Y/N and when they were swarmed with a large group of baby jellyfish, adding a romantic feel. He looked at her, and his heart warmed seeing the glint in her eyes and dimpled smile on her face. They spent almost an hour underwater, swimming with turtles and playing with a pair of manatees. He really felt he was dreaming and was going to wake up any second, but what he was experiencing was real, after he followed Y/N back to the surface meeting the boat in front of them. Another reason he knew it was real, because he realized he was holding on to Y/N’s hand the whole time and he didn’t wanna let go. His heart sank when she broke the grip and swam back to the boat, him following right behind her.      “Sooooo, are you a mermaid?” he broke the silence, as they were lying on the towels and sunbathing on the deck. She opened her eyes and tilted her head facing him “I don’t know” she confessed. Steve furrowed his eyebrows in mere confusion, let alone he was trying to process how he managed to survive underwater for a whole hour without any extra oxygen. “Whatya mean you don’t know?” he asked a bit to eager. She sighed and sat up hugging her knees to her chest gazing at the calm waters. “I actually discovered these powers or whatever they are after I joined the team.” The crease on his forehead smoothened waiting for Y/N to continue listening intently on what she had to share. “It started a few months before Berlin, I was out on a holiday with a few friends and we went surfing. We knew a storm was coming later that day, but we wanted to catch a few waves because it was out last day. However, the storm came earlier than expected and my friends swam ahead, and I got stuck in the waves, and they kept getting rougher making it difficult for me to swim to the beach. I was swallowed by the waves, and I saw I was headed for the large rocks in front of me. Without thinking I jumped off my surfboard and dove into the water, I opened my eyes and realized I wasn’t holding my breath and I could see everything underwater clearly, the fish swimming around me unbothered my presence. After I quickly realized what was happening to me, I quickly swam to the beach, and swam to the surface a few feet from the beach, making my friends believe that I was swimming right behind them.” Steve didn’t know what to say, and soaked everything what Y/N told him, as he sat up and also faced the sea. “Does anyone else know?” he asked looking at her, but she didn’t meet his gaze when she slowly nodded her head, “Apart from you, I told Fury, Dr Cho and Shuri” Steve nodded slowly at her answer, and figured out why they kept it a secret, if the world got to know about her capabilities, people would be after her, especially the ones with a bad intention. Y/N said exactly what Steve thought after “We all thought, that while trying to figure out what’s up with me, it’s better to live with this secret, rather than exposing it to the world and staying in fear every second.” He asked one final question “Why did you tell me?” This time she faced him with a small smile on her lips, “Because I care about you Steve Rogers, plus you confided in me and shared what you were feeling these past few months. This is the least I could do.” His heart fluttered hearing her response and his eyes followed her movement, as she laid back on the towel closing her eyes trying to soak up the sun. 
    Seconds later she felt something was blocking the light, she opened her eyes and saw Steve hovering her with an intense look in his face. She furrowed her eyebrows “Steve, what are you” but was interrupted when he crashed his lips into hers. Y/N felt her heart stopped and widened her eyes in shocked, she couldn’t believe that Steve was kissing her, on her boat in the middle of the sea. She closed her eyes and moaned when he nibbled her bottom lip, making her respond the kiss and open her mouth. They first shared a slow and soft kiss, taking their time to explore each other’s mouth and Y/N moaned loving how Steve lightly sucked her tongue at times. However, the kiss became eager and rougher by adding more bites in between, she gasped in the kiss when she felt Steve trail his feather finger tips down her neck, along the valley of her breasts, then her tummy and reaching her clothed core. She broke off the kiss and moaned loudly when she felt his fingers trail down her core, but Steve showed no intention of stopping. He laid beside her, leaving open mouth kisses on her neck and used his right leg spreading Y/N’s legs. She was feeling pleasure from all corners of her body, it took a while for her to realize that Steve slipped off her bikini bottoms and was gently gliding his fingers along her wet lips. “Holy shit” she whispered, and she felt herself getting wetter when Steve growled into her ears “So wet for me doll” She closed her eyes and held onto Steve’s head from behind when he spread her lips and teased her clit a little with his fingertips. He then slowly inserted a finger inside her pussy, both of them groaning in mere pleasure. Y/N had her head tilted against the towel and Steve’s shoulder, he breathed heavily into her ear while giving a few licks and nibbles “Fuck your so tight doll” as he slowly thrusted his finger in her pussy. 
       What Y/N was experiencing was beyond her fantasy, while he kept whispering sweet nothings and telling her she looked so sexy, he added another finger inside her. She moaned a string of profanities when she felt Steve curl his fingers and was hitting her g-spot. “Oh…. Steve!” she exclaimed, holding onto his wrist urging him to keep going “right there!” He started to finger her roughly, and she felt his fingers going even deeper and her breath becoming heaver when she felt the pressure starting to build in her lower abdomen. “Steve” she gasped, “I’m, gonna…. I’m gonna” barely managing to form any words with how ecstatic she was feeling, every nerve inside her feeling the pleasure he was giving to her. This time he hovered over her, his forehead touching hers “Y/N look at me” he panted, and she immediately opened her eyes seeing the desire in his dilated blue eyes. “Look at me when you cum” he whispered above her lips, Y/N whined in eagerness trying to hold the orgasm that was building below, but it took a few strokes of his thumb on her clit for her to let go. When she felt the wave of euphoria, she pulled Steve for an intense kiss, trying to muffle the scream of pleasure, her body jolted in excitement, but Steve placed his arm over her abdomen and glued her to the towel. After she started breathing calmly, he slowly slid his fingers out of her and what she witnessed was forever etched in her brain. Steve was slowly licking her juices of his fingers, his gaze never leaving her, and she could see the mischievousness in his eyes. Without saying anything, he pecked her lips and help her wear her bikini bottoms again. He then lied down with her again, spooning from her behind, placing light kisses on her shoulder and back every now and then and had his left hand interlaced with hers. Y/N knew there was no going back, she was crazily in love with Steve Rogers, all the emotions she tightly locked in her heart bursted. Yet her stomach churned, thinking if Steve felt the same way.
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JJ’s Perfect Date
The unmistakable rumble of the Impala’s engine sounded from outside. JJ hopped off the couch and grabbed her sunglasses on her way out the door. She was totally ready for today!
               She put the sunglasses on when she got outside, the sun glaring in her eyes. She wore her favorite green and purple sundress that day and her hair was as fab as evaaa! She skipped down her drive to the shining Impala waiting in the street. Sure enough, there was Sam and Dean sitting inside waiting for her. Sam got out of the passenger side door and let JJ slide in. Then Sam got in after her. JJ sat in the middle on the bench seat.
               “You ready, JJ?” asked Dean.
               “You know I am!” she said.
               “Awesome.”
               Dean shifted the car into gear and drove off.
               *I Get Around, by the Beach Boys started playing. The Impala sped down the streets of their seaside town in southern Cali. It was a hot summer day and the sidewalks were filled with people out and about. Everyone stopped and stared as the Impala roared by. They all knew who drove that car: the Winchester Brothers. Those boys always take their car and they’ve never been beat. And they’ve never missed yet with the girls they meet.
               All the windows were down in the car, letting the summer wind in to blow JJ’s hair around. She looked over at Sam to see if his hair was a mess from the wind too, but it wasn’t. Sam’s hair is always perfect. Always.
               “So, where to first boys?” asked JJ.
               Dean stopped the car at a red light. “We were thinking about goin over to the fair that’s in town. What’d’ya think?”
               “Sounds fun,” she said.
               Just then, a glimmering red Aztek pulled up to the light next to the Impala. Dean looked over and locked eyes with the baddest gang in town: The Rhythm Fusions. There, sitting in the driver’s seat of the Aztek, was Paris, Dean’s arch nemesis in races. In the passenger seat was their leader, Ashley. Dean couldn’t see in the back seat, but he was sure it was full. Paris glared at him and revved her engine. Dean glared back and revved his (more impressive) engine.
               “Well, well, well,” said Paris. “Look what we have here. It’s the Winchester boys and their new date for the day.”
               “You’re gonna eat those words!” said Sam, leaning out of his window. “With a side of crow!”
               Paris smirked and hung an elbow out of her window. “I feel like you wanna race me or something,” she said, revving her engine again.
               “Well, you’d be right,” said Dean.
               They both watched as the other lights turned yellow and then red, waiting for the moment for their own to turn green.
               As soon as it turned, the two cars sped off, kicking up dust from the road. They sped down the empty highway, neck and neck. JJ held onto Sam’s arm during the crazy ride. They whipped around corners and caught air off of hills. Paris was fast, but Dean somehow managed to get in front of her and block her from getting ahead.
               They passed the road marker and slowed down, Dean smiling huge from his victory. There was a little ice cream shop off the beach up ahead and they pulled into the gravel lot. Dean, Sam, and JJ all got out of the Impala and high fived each other. What a rush! JJ was still buzzing with the excitement of the race as the Rhythm Fusions got out of the Aztek. Paris and Ashley got out first, then the back doors opened, letting out way more people than what seemed to fit in the car: Matt, Kara, Kaia, Gacé, Colleen, Nathan, Zach, Madison, Josh, and Colin Creevy.
               Paris walked over to Dean.
               “Good race,” she said and held out her hand. They shook. “And sorry about what I said about you, JJ. We cool?”
               “We’re cool,” said JJ.
               “Cool. Hey, by the way, there’s gonna be a party down at the beach later tonight. You all should come. Everybody’s gonna be there,” she said. The other RF’s nodded in agreement.
               “Maybe we’ll show up,” said Dean.
               “What do you think, JJ?” asked Sam.
               “Sounds like a lot of fun,” she said.
               “See ya there,” said Paris with a wink. Then all the RF’s got back into the Aztek and drove off. As they retreated around the bend, Dean said, “What do you say we get some ice cream in celebration for that sweet win?”
               “I could definitely go for some ice cream,” said JJ.
               “Me too,” said Sam.
               They all got huge ice cream cones, then walked across the street to the beach. They sat in the sand and ate their ice cream while watching the surfers way out on the waves.
               After that, they got back to the car and drove off to The Pier. The Pier is the fair that’s out on the docks, over the water. They parked in the back, a habit of Dean’s so that no one messed with his car, and then they went to the fair.
               They rode all the rides, all of them, and played all the games. Sam and Dean both won JJ several stuffed animals. And at the end of the night, when all the lights on the rides went on, they went on the Ferris wheel. JJ sat in the middle. When the wheel stopped and they were right on top, JJ could see the entire fair and the docks all the way out. The lights of the rides reflected off the water, creating colorful, sparkling waves. It was beautiful. But not as beautiful as the two boys sitting next to her. She held their hands as they began the descent back down.
               It had just gotten dark and the night was still young. Sam and Dean took JJ to a country bar after the fair for dinner. While there, they had the best burgers they ever tasted, except for Sam who had a salad. All of a sudden, as they were finishing up and talking, music started up from the other side of the club. They looked and saw that a band was playing and people were getting up to join in the line dances on the floor.
               “Yeah! Let’s go!” said JJ, getting up. Sam and Dean followed her to the dance floor and they all joined in on The Boot Scootn’ Boogie. One song after another rolled by and JJ was having too good of a time to stop. Country Girl, Honky Tonk Badonkadonk, Footloose, Baby Likes to Rock It, Dizzy, Good Time, Watermelon Crawl, Fake ID…the trio was just having a ball.
               The band eventually stopped and the three of them left, hooting and hollering and slightly tipsy. They revved up the Impala and drove to the beach.
               They could hear the music blasting before they even saw the party. When they parked the car off the beach and made their way to the party, they could clearly see that Paris wasn’t joking when she said “everybody’s gonna be there”. There were the Rhythm Fusions, all the Crazy 8’s, even the Heat Seekers were there. Gandalf and Dumbledore were there, along with Sam and Dean’s friends too. Charlie and Ezri were partying with the Rhythm Fusions while Ash looked like he was on his fiftieth beer. Jo was being flirted at by some guys and Benny was discussing the different types of surf boards with Colin Creevy. Harry was showing Kevin some card tricks, and Steve and Jimmy K. were unabashedly making out right in front of everyone. Jimmy’s gang was there too. Spock was winning in a drinking match against Chekov and Sulu. Uhura was dancing with the RF’s, and Scotty was puzzling over Colin Creevy’s car, which was parked right on the beach, while Bones was chatting it up with a group of girls. There were also a bunch of other people JJ didn’t know, all drinking and dancing to the blasting music.              
               *The song Dancing in the Moonlight came on just then.
               “I love this song!” said JJ. She pulled the boys into the mix and they fell right into the beat. They danced around each other, losing themselves in the music.
               One of the waves reached way up the beach, splashing over everyone’s feet. The tide was coming in and everyone cheered for it. A lot of the party goers jumped right into the foamy tide, splashing and playing in the water. Dean splashed JJ and Sam with water. JJ stripped her sundress off to reveal a super cute bathing suit and they both chased Dean out into the water. He swam away from them, but they caught him and splashed him back. They were in deep water, treading. They laughed and joked for a while, listening to the party raging on and others joining them in the water. They got back to the shore and JJ found her dress, slipping it back on.
               “Hey! You made it!”
               They turned and found Paris standing there, holding out three beers to them. They took the beers.
               “Yeah, this party is hoppin,” said Dean.
               “Yeah, we got a lot more people than we expected,” she said. “I think the word got around.”
               She left them to join her friends and the trio started walking down the shore.
               Their bare feet left footprints in the sand which were quickly washed away by the water. They walked and laughed with each other until the sound of the party faded away. JJ pointed to a rocky ledge over the water. They all went up and sat down on it, looking out at the ocean. They sipped at their beers. The moon and stars were bright in the sky and they reflected off of the water. They sat there in a comfortable silence, listening to the waves. *The song, I’ve had the Time of My Life started playing. Dean set down his beer and stood up. He stripped down till he was wearing nothing and dove right off the ledge into the water. JJ and Sam watched him surface and shake water off his face. They both got up and did the same, diving in after him. The water was warm on this end of the shore. They stood in the water letting the gentle waves lap at them as they tangled around each other, enjoying their privacy.
               Just then, the stars on the water seemed to multiply and lift off of the water. They all danced around the trio, then they started swirling around them, making them dizzy. They kept multiplying until there was nothing but white light all around and they disappeared and went into the next world.
By: Father Parpar
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