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Yearling - Ch. 15: Past

You and Joel have a conversation while on patrol. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-14 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Mention of SA (not described) and general abuse. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only

Length: 5.1k

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Kissing Joel.

You were kissing Joel.

It was all you could think, for a moment. Like all your head could hold was him, the taste of him, how soft his lips were - he didn’t seem like someone who would have soft lips but his lips were soft and gentle and sweet - the oddly soothing scratch of his facial hair on your skin. For a moment, all you wanted to do was kiss him, kiss him until the day you died.

You were kissing Joel and you were so close to him, closer than you’d been to anyone in so long and your body was starting to move of its own accord and Joel was pulling you against him and you suddenly couldn’t breathe. You didn’t want to separate from him but you couldn’t breathe.

He pulled away from you and you squeezed your already closed eyes tight.

“Sweetheart?” He asked softly. You could feel every twitch of muscle in his body, every adjustment his hands made against you, you were acutely aware of it all. “Hey, you’re OK, it’s just me, I’m not gonna hurt you. Just breathe, you’re safe, it’s just me…”

You opened your eyes then. His face was still close to you but not so close that you were touching, just close enough that you could make out the different shades of brown in his iris. You focused on that, on the other small details you hadn’t been able to take in before. The different shades of brown and gray in his beard, the creases in his skin.

It was Joel. You were safe with Joel. Even if he made you feel out of control, you could trust him. He was safe.

“You with me?” He asked, his voice soothing and gentle.

“Yeah,” you nodded quickly, still feeling a little breathless.

“Need me to stop touching you?”

You thought for a moment. You had to close your eyes again and stop looking at him to be able to actually focus on how you were feeling and not on him.

“Might be good,” you said eventually, opening your eyes again.

“I’m just gonna move your legs,” he said. “Then it’ll be hands off. You’re OK.”

You just nodded and let Joel maneuver your legs off his own and settle your feet on the ground before he moved away from you on the tree trunk. You opened your eyes again, part of you resenting the distance but the part of you that felt panicky and out of control calmed enough to let you take a full breath.

“Sorry,” you muttered after a minute. “I know it seems like I’m completely fucking insane…”

“It doesn’t,” Joel said gently. You scoffed but his eyes met yours, all soft and open. “It doesn’t, Bambi.”

You nodded but weren’t entirely sure you believed him.

“Let’s get the horses settled,” he said. “And we should head in. It’s been a long day.”

You nodded again, more certain this time.

You took your time getting Renaissance set up for the night. Focusing on making sure she was secure, comfortable, had enough food and water. Joel finished before you and left you alone with your horse. You gave her a scratch and she lowered her large head enough that you could put your forehead to her own. She huffed a bit when you did, pressing her nose into your chest like a nudge.

“What?” You asked her, pulling back to frown at her. She huffed again and you glared at her. “Oh don’t act like you’re some expert.”

She nudged you with her nose again.

“Yeah, yeah,” you sighed. “You’re right. As usual.”

You gave her a final scratch before finding Joel again.

He was outside, leaning against a tree, looking out at the woods. He looked back over his shoulder when he heard you coming, your hands awkwardly stuffed into your pockets.

“Ready?” He asked. You gave him a single nod. He gave you one back and led the way into the ski lodge.

You could tell it had been a nice place, once upon a time. The views, even through the dirty windows, were incredible. It made for a good place to keep watch.

“When you get here, you gotta fill out the log book,” Joel said. “Putting in that we ran into trouble from a scouting party but we don’t expect any more…”

“We don’t?” You frowned, looking back at him, your arms crossed over your chest.

“No,” he said almost absently as he made his notes. “He was tellin’ the truth.”

“How can you know?” You asked.

“I know.”

You were quiet for a moment, watching him.

“Where’d you learn how to do that.”

He paused his writing and looked back toward you.

“I’ll tell you if you answer a question for me.”

You watched him for a second.

“Fair enough.”

He finished writing and put down the pen before going to the couch in the middle of the room. It had clearly seen better days but you sat on the opposite end from him, anyway, bringing your legs to your chest and looping your arms around your knees.

“Where’d you learn how to do that?”

You said it again, more like a question this time.

Joel’s jaw tightened for a moment before he spoke.

“There were…” he paused and sighed. “For a few years after the outbreak, before Tommy and I made it to a QZ… Life was hard. Everything was fucking chaos, FEDRA was busy makin’ shit as bad as possible… We tried to make it on our own for a bit. Had to do a lot to survive. Learned quick how to get necessary answers out of people when we needed to.”

You nodded slowly, trying to process that. You’d been lucky, all told, in the outbreak. So far removed from the rest of civilization, you’d run into very little in the way of trouble. But what Joel was saying tracked with what you heard from traders, especially over the first few years of it. The people who had come from outside your corner of the wilderness told gruesome stories of what life there was like. The kind of people who were gaining power then. The kind of people like Mitchum.

You doubted men like Mitchum and his goons would give information away lightly. It made sense that Joel might need to drag it out of them with pain. And you weren’t about to hold torturing raiders against him.

“OK,” you said eventually. “What’s your question?”

He looked at you for a moment, his hands in his lap, before he took a deep breath.

“Need you to know I’m not askin’ this to hurt you,” he said slowly. “I’m askin’ because I can protect you. I want to protect you. I just can’t protect you from something I don’t know.”

You swallowed, hard, but nodded.

“Bambi,” he said slowly. “I need you to tell me about Mitchum.”

***

He wanted to hold you and he couldn’t. That might be the hardest part of this, there was nothing he could do to help you with it.

You’d kissed him and, for a moment, it was the best Joel had felt in years. It was like everything else has fallen away, like the rest of the planet outside of you stopped existing. All he wanted was to pull you closer, kiss you longer, hold you tighter, anything and everything to be with you as much as he could be. And then you froze. You stopped breathing and went stock still, like a startled animal, and he had to separate from you because what he wanted was hurting you and that killed him.

But this might be worse. He knew what he was asking you. But he needed to know. If these men were after you he needed to know what he was dealing with, needed to know how many there were, what they were capable of and why they wanted you. Because he was going to take care of it. He was going to protect you.

Your eyes were wide and on him and you pulled your legs a little tighter into yourself and he fought to stay on his side of the couch. Touching you would hurt you and he wasn’t sure how to help you. He just needed to stay away from you, at least for now.

“Joel,” you said quietly, pleadingly.

“I can’t keep you safe without knowing,” he said, an ache in his chest. “I wish I could but I can’t. I need to know about him, his operation, why he wants you back so damn bad…”

“You’re not gonna look at me the same,” you said, your voice thick.

“Sweetheart…”

“You’re not,” you cut him off. “I know you’re not and…”

“There’s nothing that someone else did to you or that you did because someone else forced you into it that’s going to change how I see you,” he said. “It’s not possible. So unless you’re tellin’ me that you… I don’t fuckin’ know, skinned puppies in your spare time before the outbreak, you’re not going to change a damn thing, not for me.”

You laughed a little bit.

“No,” you said. “Didn’t do that.”

“I’m not someone you need to be afraid of,” he said softly. “Promise m’not.”

You nodded and took a deep breath, tilting your head up to the ceiling for a moment before looking back at him, locking those wide eyes on his.

“It started in September of 23,” you said, your voice almost oddly steady. “I’d developed a bit of a… reputation with the more nomadic folks up that way. Everyone called me Texas, that’s what the first person I ever traded with called me and the name stuck… Anyway, people knew about me, knew that I’d trade horses. So it’s not weird that he showed up looking for me. It was weird that he showed up with a horse already and it was just him and it didn’t feel like he was after horses, not really, not from how he was talking. He told me he ran with a few guys, that they needed mounts and that’s why he was there but… he was asking about my set up, what I had there. He tried to act like it was for trade but there was something wrong with it. He set my teeth on edge and he just kept looking at me. Even when I had my gun on him he just kept looking at me like I was a piece of meat…”

Joel’s jaw tightened and he tried to ignore the way his heart rate picked up.

“I told him to get the fuck out and if I saw him on my land again I’d kill him,” you continued. “He came back a few days later. He brought a lot more men that time. I should have just fucking shot him the first time, I should…”

Your face twisted and you looked away as you almost spat the words at yourself.

“It’s not your fault,” he cut you off. Your eyes snapped back to him, almost like you were remembering that he was there at all. “You were kind. Not your fault that you were kind to someone who didn’t deserve it.”

Your jaw clenched for a second before you nodded.

“He came back,” you took a shaky breath. “I’m not sure how many men he had with them, they were split up, I had defenses in place and shit set up but…” You took another deep breath and closed your eyes for a moment, collecting yourself, before you opened them again. You stared at your thumbs over your knees. “I tried to fight him off. I did, I killed a few of them and I thought… I was overrun. There were just too fuckin’ many of them and there was only so much I could do.

“He took me back with them to a camp,” your voice trailed off and you looked off toward a wall, jaw tight. “I wasn’t anything special at first. There were a few other women there, one who was more of a girl… Guess it doesn’t take much for a bunch of men with guns and no laws to not kill each other all the goddamn time but you have to have something otherwise it’s a bloodbath. Keeping them fed isn’t enough, keeping them out of the elements isn’t enough, you need something that they think makes life worth living, something that makes them OK with blindly following orders. Turns out the best thing is something they can use to get off. Don’t really matter what it is, willing or unwilling, just that it’s a woman and she’s warm. And that’s all I was at first.”

Joel fought to keep his face still and calm, not show the rage that was ripping through him like wildfire, burning and devouring everything. Even the shame and the loathing that he held toward himself. He knew what it took to control men like that. He’d seen it all and sat silent while it happened, too numb to the world to give a shit back then. He thought it was an excuse. That, since he didn’t partake himself, that made him better and that was enough. But it wasn’t.

He didn’t even need think hard to picture what it would have been like for you. He’d been around that shit plenty, heard the screaming and crying and begging and pleading. It turned his stomach to think of your voice like that, to picture your face and your wide, desperate eyes latching onto him as he passed the men having their way, the nameless women thinking he would help because he’d never touched them. He never did.

“Mitchum took a liking to me,” you said. “I was always his first pick. Probably what kept me alive at first, they had to hold back with me because Mitchum would be pissed if I got killed. The girl died first, a few days after I got there. Another woman not too long after that. I managed to get away after about two weeks…”

“They’ve been hunting you that long?” Joel asked. You frowned, confused. He frowned, too. “The men you killed before Tommy and I found you, the man now, they’ve been hunting you that long?”

“No,” you shook your head. “No, they caught me quick. Within days. I didn’t cover my tracks well, I was distracted…”

Joel froze.

“How long…” he trailed off, not wanting to ask it. Not wanting to know what the answer was.

You watched him, shifting as you did, crossing your legs in front of you instead of clutching them close to yourself. You leaned forward a little, almost like you were examining him as he pieced it all together.

“They had me more than two years.”

He closed his eyes for a moment and swallowed to keep from vomiting. No wonder you’d been so fucking terrified, it was a goddamn miracle you would even speak to anyone at all.You were still watching him when he opened his eyes again, your face softer than he deserved.

“You survived for two years?”

You nodded, your mouth a thin line.

“They got me back and Mitchum was personally offended that I’d managed to get away at all,” you scoffed a little at that. “Decided to teach me a lesson. He taught me several. But, in the end, it just made him more obsessed. He kept me for himself, after a while, but he’d share me with his right hand men. Sometimes some of the others, too, as a reward. That’s how I knew the man from today. He didn’t run with Mitchum’s crew, he was some prick from another group, one that did something big enough for Mitchum that I was apparently appropriate payment.

“I was the only woman left, for a while,” you sighed. “The others died pretty quick. Others came and went. One lasted a few months, her name was Alyssa. I liked her. Most only lasted a few weeks, a month at most. It was like they would just… turn off. I was so fucking jealous of that, that they weren’t even in their bodies anymore. I couldn’t do that, not really. I think that’s part of why he liked me so much, he liked for it to hurt. You can’t hurt something that doesn’t feel.”

“I’m so sorry,” he began but you cut him off.

“I don’t want your fucking pity, Joel,” you were almost glaring at him. “Knew you wouldn’t look at me the same…”

“It’s not pity,” he said. “You shouldn’t have gone through that. No one should and I’m sorry you did. That ain’t pity that’s just truth.”

You watched him for a moment, skeptical, before you continued.

“I got away last time with help,” you said. “One of Mitchum’s men thought he was better than the others because he liked it if it at least seemed like I enjoyed it, that fuck. But he helped me get away when we were moving to a new place. It was easier then, about half the men were out scouting like the group we saw today.

“I didn’t think he’d be looking for me, not for this long, anyway. He’s well equipped and has a lot of fucking assholes at his disposal. More than 50 total men last time I saw them, fewer than 100, but he has plenty of friends,” you clenched your jaw for a moment and looked out the window. “Joel, if he’s coming after me and he finds out I’m in Jackson…”

“No,” he cut you off.

“I can survive just fine on my own.”

“No,” he said, more forcefully this time. “No, you’re not leavin’. We know how to take care of ourselves, we’re well armed and we’re not stupid. You’re one of us now, not going to just let you leave because some fuckin’ asshole is threatening you. We can keep ourselves safe and that includes you.”

It was almost like you didn’t hear him at all, shaking your head and looking outside.

“Shouldn’t have settled there,” you muttered to yourself. “Should have fucking left…”

“Bambi,” Joel said, sharper than he meant to. Your head snapped around to look at him, your eyebrows drawn together. He wanted to touch you. He kept his hands on his lap. “No. You should have stayed. It’s safe there, the people and animals there need you, Ellie needs you, I need you.”

He said it without thinking about it or really meaning to, but he meant the words. Even though he wasn’t sure you were ready to hear them, he meant them. You looked him over, up and down, like you were searching for something.

“Joel…” Your voice trailed off.

“I do,” he said. “You think I like spendin’ time with just anyone? That I’m Jackson’s resident social butterfly?”

You laughed a little at that.

“I’m there because it’s safe and life’s a hell of a lot better than it was in the QZ,” he said. “It’s good for Ellie to be there, Tommy’s there. That’s what I had. When Ellie stopped talkin’ to me, there were some days… Seemed like I was living to pass her in the mess hall. Then I met you and… Seein’ you is the best part of my damn day, alright? Love that you come borrow the fuckin’ guitar all the time since it means I see you all the time. Didn’t ask Tommy to put us on patrol together but I was so damn happy when he did. Jackson needs you and Ellie needs you but I need you, too. Don’t act like you’re not worth us protectin’ because you are. So let us.”

The two of you sat on opposite ends of the couch for a moment, watching each other.

“Can I try something?” You asked softly. He nodded. You took a deep breath and then crawled across the couch until you were in front of him. “Just… Don’t touch me, OK?”

“OK.”

You sat back on your heels and leaned into him, until your lips were gently against his. You were soft, so damn soft, and he had to fight the urge to pull you closer, kiss you harder. Your mouth grew firmer, more insistent and you moaned into his mouth before you pulled back, your eyes wide as you panted for breath.

“I….” Your fingers traced your lips for a moment. “I need you, too. I’m sorry I’m so…”

“Don’t.”

“I am,” you said. “I know you’re not like them, I know that you’re good and you’re kind and that you wouldn’t hurt me I just…”

“It’s OK,” he said gently. “I understand.”

You sat back further from him, still close enough that he could touch you if you wanted him to.

“I wish you didn’t have to.”

You got up and went to your pack, pulling out jerky and peaches and water. You came back to the couch and handed him a peach. He frowned.

“I’ve seen what you pack for patrol food,” you said. “You’ll get scurvy.”

He laughed a little and ate the peach.

Things were easier after that, like you’d both decided that the the rest of the day hadn’t happened. You talked about music and movies and what shit was like before and it was light and easy, like he hadn’t tortured a man for answers a few hours earlier. Like you hadn’t kissed him on this very couch.

The two of you settled in to sleep early, Joel insisting on giving you the couch as he took the floor. You’d only been silent for a few minutes when you whispered his name in the dark.

“Hm?”

“Can I come down there?” You were still whispering, like it was a secret.

He paused.

“Course.”

He heard you moving, the squeak of old springs in the sofa, the rustle of the fabric of your clothes. You slid against his side and draped part of yourself over him. He slowly, cautiously, arranged his arms around you and you nestled closer. You nuzzled into his neck and took a deep, contented breath, making his heart pound. After a few minutes, your hand slipped up his chest and to his face, your fingertips trailing through his beard and into his hair.

“Bambi,” he breathed.

“Can I…” You were still whispering.

“You can do whatever you want with me,” he said softly.

You pressed your body tighter to his and pulled his face in close to your own before you kissed him. It was deep and needy and Joel could taste the fruit on your tongue. He kept his hands where you’d let them go before, his fingers pressing tight into your skin.

“I need you too,” you said, breathless, when you pulled away from him.

He kissed your forehead and held you close.

“Goodnight, Bambi.”

“Goodnight, Joel.”

***

You’d gotten wet again.

It didn’t take you long to notice it when you woke up this time, the cool slick on your skin obvious as you were wrapped around Joel.

“Bambi,” he said, his voice strained.

“I…” it took you a moment to realize what was happening. You were facing Joel and he was facing you, your leg hitched up over his hip. Your heart was racing and you were wet enough that you were sure Joel’s pants were wet, too. You shocked back from him, sitting up as you did, panting for breath. “I don’t…”

“Think you were dreaming,” he said, his voice gruff.

“I’m so sorry,” your face got hot and you tried to calm your breathing as much as you could. “I don’t…”

“It’s OK,” he said. “It’s…”

“I’m going to go check on the horses,” you took off before he could say another word.

You all but ran outside, going around to the building with the horses through the early morning fog. Renaissance gave you a tired whinny when you opened the door and you went over to give her a scratch as she pressed her large head against your torso. Your heartbeat started to return to normal and you scratched her neck. She huffed against you.

“Don’t have to be so smug about it,” you muttered. She impatiently stomped a hoof. “Hey. I’m working on it.” You stepped back and looked down at her. “Let me get your bridle, get you outside for the day…”

You put some of the tack back on her and led her out to a grassy area where she could graze.

“Hey.”

Joel’s voice made you jump as he caught up to you, stopping a few feet away. He put his hands on his hips.

“Hey,” you said, sticking close to the horse.

“Look, I understand that you weren’t exactly expecting that,” he said. “And…”

“I know it wasn’t you,” you said quickly. “I know it was me…”

Joel nodded slowly.

“Please don’t run off like that on me,” he said after a moment. You frowned. “If you need space from me, that’s OK, but just… tell me. Please don’t just take off.”

You looked at him for a second. It had been so long since you’d had someone else’s feelings to worry about, especially with anything remotely intimate, you hadn’t considered that it probably freaked him out.

“Right,” you said. “Sorry.”

The ride back to Jackson was almost as uneventful as it was agonizing. You could hardly look at Joel, not after… whatever you’d done this morning. Probably tried to dry hump him into oblivion only to freak out the second you were conscious. Because you couldn’t handle shit like a normal fucking person.

The only thing that kept it interesting were some clickers that you picked off from about half a football field away. Joel spotted them first and raised his rifle but you stopped him.

“Can I?” You asked. “Really wanna shoot something.”

“Go ahead, Bambi,” he smiled a little.

You shot the pair of them in quick succession, a strange satisfaction taking hold as you watched them fall to earth, monsters you were fully capable of felling. There was comfort in that.

When you got back to Jackson, you rushed to get Renaissance out of her tack and settled into her stall, ready to get home and put some distance between you and Joel.

You couldn’t trust your body around him. You’d do things before your brain caught up, things that you couldn’t control, things that felt dangerous and made your heart pound in panic instead of desire.

“Bambi,” Joel said quietly. You stopped your work, not able to help looking at him. “If you need some space… Just know that I’m still here for you. When you’re ready.”

You could only nod before watching him go, his horse settled for the night.

You tried to avoid Joel for two days.

Tried.

But your life had become so in sync with his, you ran into him everywhere. At the mess hall, on the street, when he came by the stable. He respectfully kept his distance, making eye contact with you, like he was seeing if you were going to talk to him again, and not pushing it when you broke away.

And while he scared you - the intensity of your feelings for him, the way he knew you now, how your body reacted to his - you also missed him. His kind smile and gentle teasing and soft touch. You couldn’t get him out of your head, the way he looked, the way he felt, the way he tasted.

That’s where your mind got stuck as you lay in bed, alone, two nights after you got back from patrol. Every time you closed your eyes you saw him there, the way he looked just before you kissed him. There was an ache between your thighs, one that was nearing pain, that was well past wanting and had pushed into need.

You needed Joel. You hadn’t needed anyone like this in so long - years - but you needed Joel. You needed his hands on you, needed his lips on your own, needed to feel him deep inside.

“I’m still here for you,” he’d said. “When you’re ready.”

You slid a hand down your body to the apex of your thighs and traced your clit, your sex warm and wet below your fingers. You took a deep, shaky breath and thought of Joel as you circled your sensitive nub, increasing the pressure, working yourself harder and faster. Your orgasm built, the ache in your body becoming more acute, the tightness growing.

But you couldn’t finish. There was some kind of roadblock keeping you from it, something stopping you from finding relief. And all you could picture was Joel. After a while, you gave up with a whimper and tried to sleep, but you couldn’t do that, either. You were too keyed up, too turned on, too needy.

“I”m still here for you. When you’re ready.”

“Fuck it,” you said, buttoning the shirt of Joel’s you were wearing to bed up and changing into a pair of shorts that weren’t wet with your own slick.

Jackson was quiet as you walked to Joel’s, everyone asleep for the night. You had no idea what time it was, just that it was late enough that you were an asshole for showing up at anyone’s house at this hour.

You all but ran up his front steps and opened his screen door to knock on the main one with a little too much force. You let the screen door fall closed and you paced, waiting for what felt like an eternity when a light inside switched on. You stopped pacing, almost centered on the front door as Joel opened it, a sleepy expression on his face.

He was wearing a pair of sleep pants and a t-shirt, his arms looking almost frustratingly sculpted, the fit of the shirt outlining his chest and stomach. The ache in you got worse.

“Bambi?” He asked, opening the screen door, too. “Everything OK? What are you doing…”

You couldn’t help it. You threw your arms around his neck and kissed him, pressing your whole body into his. You could feel every line of him you were so close to him and, for the first time, the ache eased. Joel was what you wanted, needed. It was like everything was going to be OK now that you had him with you. His hands went to your waist, holding you to him. He moaned into your mouth, his grip on you firm and strong.

You pulled back from him just enough to see his face, your eyes searching his. He looked a lot more awake now. You were breathless.

“Can I come inside?”

He panted and nodded before stepping aside and letting you into his home.

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IN THE NETHERWOOD — PART IV TEASER

Werwolf!Sanemi x Red Riding Hood!Reader AU

A/N: it’s been too long, so have a small sneak peek and enjoy the first hint at a major revelation to come in Part IV.

WARNING: major spoilers ahead. Don’t read if you haven’t read Parts I-III.

Sanemi reached to grab her, a worried call of her name falling from his lips in his confusion, but she did not seem to hear him. Not as she marched past him, her eyes focused and determined on his brother, standing helplessly to the side.

“S-sister…?” Genya stuttered, but his question choked off with a gasp as Sanemi’s mate snatched the tattered remains of her ruby cloak from his hands and pitched it straight into the fire.

Y/N stared unblinking and frozen as the flames began to blacken the wool. The younger wolf looked once in alarm to her, and when she did not move, he darted forward, reaching into the fire in an attempt to salvage the garment.

His brother’s movements broke Y/N free of her trance. There was a flurry of movement, and Sanemi lunged for her just as she lunged at Genya with a terrible, furious scream. He just barely managed to catch her, arm locked around her waist from behind to heave her away from the flames before she could be burned. Genya was not spared the same fate, having fished the singed cloak out of the fire with his bare hands before it could be reduced to ash.

Y/N thrashed in Sanemi’s arms, clawing over his shoulder like an angry cat. He had half a mind to haul her back to their den, all-too aware of the dangers posed by her continued exposure to the unforgiving winter air. He adjusted his arm under her thighs, shifting his mate to drape her over his shoulder. Her hands curled into loose fists that she used to pound weakly against his back as she continued to writhe against him.

“Lamb — you’re safe —“ the Huntsman tried to soothe his panicked fiance. He tightened his arms around her, but she only struggled harder, half-whimpering, half-snarling; feral.

Y/N lunged again over his shoulder and flung out an arm, her crippled hand thrusting out a single, accusatory finger.

“Burn it!” She shrieked, and Sanemi twisted his head back to see her pointing at Genya, who remained by the fire, frozen. The skin on his hands burned bright red.

The white Wolf turned toward the fire, his mate still squirming in his arms, though he did not dare set her back down in the snow. Y/N finally stopped fighting his hold on her, but she remained half-over his shoulder, still pointing at Genya, her face contorted with animalistic fury.

Shinobu spoke out, her voice calm and measured in a way Sanemi decidedly was not. “Genya was only trying to help, Y/N. He knows how much your cloak means to —“

Though her lips were curled back in a fierce snarl, there was a petrified glint in her eye that made that primal, violent urge Sanemi had felt in the den roar back to life. “That is how he found me!”

Beneath the stark white of the bandage covering half her face, Y/N’s skin had turned gray. “It has magic — fae magic!”

His blood ran cold.

“Lamb,” Sanemi’s voice was coarse, and he fought to control the trembling in his limbs as he reached to soothe her. “He is gone. We killed him.” He swallowed, hard. “He will not hurt you again —”

“You don’t know that!” She cried, kicking weakly at his thighs. “You said the Fae were gone — but you were wrong!”

Whatever fight she’d had fizzled out, and Y/N sunk against him, her shoulders shaking with her sobs. “There may be more; they may come for you again. Burn it — please.”

Her hand fisted the front fold of his cloak as she buried her face against his collar bone. “Sanemi,” she whimpered, and his heart cracked clean in half “Sanemi, I am begging you — destroy it. Please.”

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The Sweepstakes: Marcus Pike (Porn Star AU)

Pairing: Porn Star Marcus Pike x Female Reader

Summary: Feeling down about your dating life, you take a chance and enter to win a night with a porn star. Will it be as good as you imagine?

Word count: ~3.5k

Rating: Explicit (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Unprotected PiV (paperwork is involved), oral sex (m and f receiving)

A/N: This thot invaded my brain over the weekend and wouldn’t let me go, so I sat down this morning and wrote it. I’ve never written this much in one day. I guess I was inspired! The company mentioned is heavily inspired by Bellesa and the nickname comes from one of their videos. This is unbeta’d. I hope you enjoy!

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You won.

What the fuck?

Your entire body flushes with heat. Adrenaline tingles in your chest and behind your knees. Your hands tremble.

You never expected to win.

You remember the night you filled out the form. You were wine-drunk after another disappointing date with a guy from the apps. You’d had a string of them. One you liked well enough to go home with and have mediocre sex. It takes time, you told yourself. You liked him enough that you’d give him another try, only he went radio silent. So much for him.

No wonder you decided to throw caution to the wind and enter the sweepstakes.

Win a night with a porn star! – sponsored by your favorite site that specializes in porn with a female gaze. They claim all the orgasms are real, and you believe them.

What would it be like to have sex with someone who does it for a living? Someone who really knows what he’s doing?

The temptation was too great, so you had clicked the button.

And now you’d won.

A night with a porn star.

You scroll down the informational email, taking in as much as you can in your shocked state. They reiterate the terms you had agreed to when you first entered, but now they want to know which performer you want to spend your night with.

The choice is easy.

You’ve watched all his videos, even the silly softcore ones where he plays an FBI agent hunting down an art smuggler who is very willing to have sex with him when he catches her.

He’s boyishly handsome. When he smiles, his eyes crinkle and sparkle. He looks so friendly and kind… and wow can he fuck.

The women performers he’s paired with are always excited to work with him. Those who have partnered with him before often tell the off-screen director how much fun they have had with him in the past – how the sex feels so connected with him.

The ones who haven’t worked with him yet talk about his reputation as “the human Hitachi” – a reference to the popular vibrator.

Afterwards, they confirm that it’s an apt nickname.

You check the box next to “Marcus Pike” and click submit.

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You arrive at the studio office just before your designated time. This first visit is to sign various consent forms, talk to the director, and turn in paperwork verifying your sexual history, STI status, and sexual boundaries. You will come back later for the actual event.

The office is decorated in whites, grays, and pinks. It soothes your jangled nerves. If you think too much about it, you know you’ll run back out the door, so you don’t. You go through each step slightly detached from your body.

The receptionist greets you with a friendly smile and directs you to sit on one of the plush couches while you wait for your appointment.

Only a few minutes later, you are called back into the office to talk with the director, Erin. She greets you warmly and you sit down in the chair across from her desk.

“How are you? Nervous?” she asks and chuckles when you nod. “It’s ok, I’m sure I would be too in your shoes, but I promise we are going to take good care of you.”

Your nerves calm slightly as she speaks with you. She’s just a normal woman in an unusual business. Her relaxed and professional demeanor gradually allows you to unclench your jaw and relax your shoulders.

You listen attentively as she talks you through the various consent forms.

“Ok, last one,” Erin places yet another sheet in front of you. “You have the option of being recorded. It’s totally up to you. There won’t be anyone else in the room besides you and Marcus, great choice by the way, but we can set up a few cameras if you think you would like that. The footage would go home with you, and we would never use it without your permission,” she pauses while you take in the information. “Just check the box next to the option you’d like. You can decide afterwards if you’d like our editors to take a pass at it or if you’d prefer to be the only one who ever sees it.”

You stare down at the options on the paper in front of you. Do you want to be recorded? The rush of arousal that just flooded your pussy says yes. You only get one night, why not give yourself the option of reliving it? You check the box indicating you’d like to be recorded and sign your name at the bottom of the form, sliding it back across the desk.

“That’s everything for me,” she places all the papers in a neat stack on her desk and smiles at you. “You are free for the rest of the afternoon. Come back here at 7 for the main event. Wear whatever makes you feel comfortable. You and Marcus will have as much time as you need to talk and get to know each other before you do your scene. There’s no rush. Do you have any questions?”

You should have a million questions, but Erin has been thorough and you’re still not letting yourself think too hard, so you shake your head and stand up from your chair. Erin leads back out to the waiting room.

“We’ll see you later tonight!” she says as she shakes your hand one last time.

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How many videos have you watched that were filmed in this room? You look around the simply furnished bedroom in disbelief. You are actually here. At the center stands a large comfortable bed, dressed in soft white linens and pillows. The padded headboard is situated between two windows, the gauzy curtains let in the soft light of the fading sun. On either side of the bed are nightstands stocked with towels and lube, things that are probably kept out of sight when filming for real, but they are at hand tonight in case you need them.

Cameras have been placed on tripods at a few different places around the room, but no one sits in the chairs beside them. Lights blink on their fronts indicating they have started recording.

“Make yourself comfortable,” Erin says heading back towards the door, “Marcus will be in in a few minutes. I’ll be down the hall if you need anything.”

You nod and she leaves. You take a few calming breaths and sit down on the edge of the bed. You’d chosen to wear a simple sundress over a new underwear set you picked out special for the occasion. You smooth the fabric over your legs, drying your damp palms in the process, as you wait for Marcus.

He doesn’t make you wait long, the large doors open, and he enters with a smile.

He’s wearing a soft gray t-shirt and jeans. He’s barefoot and his short brown hair is casually mussed. Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as you stand, and he makes his way over to you.

“Hi, I’m Marcus,” he says.

“I know,” you blurt out. He chuckles and looks down sheepishly. “I mean, nice to meet you,” you fumble, embarrassed, then introduce yourself.

“I know,” he responds with a wink and a smile, which you return gratefully. He’s already setting you at ease. He gestures for you to sit back down on the bed, lowering himself to sit next to you.

“Erin says she explained everything to you, I just want to reiterate that there’s no rush. We can talk for a while.”

“Thanks, I appreciate that,” you stammer. “I… uhh… do you like working here?” you ask, grasping at the first coherent thought that flits through your head.

“I do,” he smiles. “I love my job. I love working with beautiful women, like yourself, and making them feel good.” His eyes trail appreciatively up your body.

Your skin warms at the compliment.

“Can I ask,” he continues, “what prompted you to enter the sweepstakes?”

“Oh, well,” you laugh nervously, “I haven’t had the best luck with men lately and the idea of being with someone who really knows what they’re doing really appealed to me.”

“I see. You’re in good hands. Not to brag, but I definitely know what I’m doing.” Marcus’s dark eyes flash. Heat and want flood your body, burning away the nervousness.

“I bet you don’t have trouble dating. That is if you’re not married… I’m sorry, I shouldn’t be asking.”

“It’s ok,” he chuckles. “I’m not married, and you’d be surprised.” He runs a hand through his brown hair. It looks soft. Soon, you’ll get to touch him and find out.

“I… uhh… I think I’m ready,” you swallow thickly.

“Ok,” he responds. His deep voice rumbles through your body. “Can I kiss you?”

You nod as he moves closer to you on the bed. Your chest rises and falls rapidly, drawing Marcus’s eye, before he closes the space between you.

His plush lips are soft on yours as he cups your jaw with his large hand. He plies you with gentle languid kisses. Kissing Marcus is like slipping into a warm bath. You feel yourself melting into him as he eases you back onto the bed.

His mouth moves to explore your jawline and down your neck to your collarbone, leaving goosebumps in its wake. He draws his nose along your throat on his way back to your mouth, lips firmer now, more insistent.

You can’t help the whimpers that escape your throat. He responds by delving into your mouth with his tongue. His hands roam down your sides to your legs, fingers inching up under the hem of your dress.

“Is this ok?” he asks, breaking the kiss. You nod. He pulls your dress up and you help him draw it over your head. He pulls his own shirt off at the same time, tossing the garments into a corner.

You’ve watched his videos so many times, but nothing has prepared you for being inches away from this glorious man in the flesh. His golden skin glints in the fading light. You admire the breadth of his shoulders and how his body tapers down to his trim waist. He is not overly muscled, but strong and firm. His jeans hang low on his hips, hiding the apex of the V that disappears into them.

Your fingers itch to touch him and you realize with a start, that you can.

As he bends back down over you, you run your hands over his warm, smooth skin – down his arms and the planes of his back. You explore his neck with your mouth as he settles beside you and opens himself to your curiosity, humming contentedly with approval.

You make your way down his chest, touching and licking every hill and valley along the way, until you get to his jeans. You look up at him, kneeling between his legs, mouth watering.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he smiles and sits up, abdominal muscles flexing with the effort. “Let’s get you out of this pretty underwear first.” He reaches around your back and unclasps your lacy bra. You allow it to fall down your arms without any hesitation. It feels like the most natural thing in the world to be naked with him.

Marcus’s tongue slips between his lips as he takes in the sight of your bare breasts. He ducks his head down and pulls one nipple into his mouth. You gasp and dig your fingers into his broad shoulders to keep yourself steady.

His mouth works you expertly, tugging and sucking in a way that sends jolts of electricity through your body. His wide palm cups your other breast as he tweaks the nipple between his fingers.

His mouth comes off you with a wet pop. He drags his lips up your neck then pulls you into a fevered kiss, holding you firmly against his front. You can feel his erection against your stomach through his jeans and you whimper.

Marcus eases you down to the bed and draws your underwear down your legs.

“Can I taste you?” he rasps, needily.

“Yes,” you breathe. “But…”

“What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Marcus pauses his movements, brow furrowed with concern.

“I’m… umm… I’m not as flexible as the women you work with. I don’t think I can… hold myself... the way they do.” You chew your bottom lip.

Marcus concern melts away, “That’s ok. Most of those positions are just for the cameras anyway. You tell me if anything is uncomfortable and we’ll do something else, ok?”

“Ok,” you reply.

Marcus smiles as he lowers himself between your knees. He kisses the inside of your thigh, and you shiver. He works his way down your leg to your center, inhaling deeply as he reaches his target. He moans appreciatively and the sound sends tingles across your skin.

The first swipe of his tongue through your folds nearly lifts you off the bed, you’re so worked up. Marcus wraps his arm around your hip and spreads his large hand across your abdomen to hold you down.

“Your pussy is delicious, sweetheart.”

Your breath comes in shallow pants as you look down at the beautiful man between your legs. He holds your gaze and smirks as he lowers himself back down to your cunt.

He positively devours your pussy. He sucks and flicks at your clit with his tongue in between long, firm strokes from your entrance to your sensitive bud. You are reduced to a puddle of whimpers and whines under his ministrations. You want to watch what he’s doing to you, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and you can’t help but fall back on the bed and bask in it. His nickname is definitely correct.

He slips two fingers inside you, stroking your upper wall. Your body shudders and shakes while Marcus watches you with hooded eyes.

“Do you want to come like this?” he asks, as though he doesn’t already know the answer.

“God, yes. Yes, yes, please yes,” you beg, and he chuckles before sucking your clit into his mouth again.

His warm, wet, firm mouth winds the coil in your belly. You feel yourself approach the edge of your orgasm and let go. You’re falling… gasping… shaking… overcome with the pleasure radiating through you.

Marcus continues to stroke you through your climax, watching intently as you come back to yourself. He draws his fingers out slowly, sucking them into his mouth with a moan, before moving back up the bed next to you.

“Do you need to take a break?”

You shake your head and look over at him, smiling. “I want to see you.” The post-orgasm dopamine rush is making you feel brave.

“Absolutely.” Marcus rolls off the edge of the bed and stands, looking down at you. He unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down, freeing his erection.

You’ve seen his cock so many times, but it’s even better in person.

Thick and slightly curved. Long but not scarily so. In a word…

Gorgeous

“Thank you,” he says smiling, eyes crinkling, apparently you said that out loud.

You scoot to the edge of the bed and look up at him, “Can I?”

“Of course.”

You take him in your hand, reveling in the intake of his breath at your touch. You stroke him from root to tip before dipping your head and retracing your path with your tongue.

“Fuck,” he exhales as you take him in your mouth.

He is heavy and firm on your tongue. He places his hand on your head, not pushing you to take him deeper than you want but reassuring you that he’s there enjoying this as much as you are.

Your need for him grows with every twist of your hand and suck of your mouth. When it becomes too much, you pop off and look up at him.

“Will you fuck me now?”

“Yes, please,” he responds, voice heavy with want. He bends to kiss you again. Moaning into your mouth as your tongues tangle together needily. You scoot back to the middle of the bed, and he follows you.

“Do you have any requests?” he asks between kisses.

“You choose, you’re the expert.”

Marcus laughs as he moves between your legs and lines himself up with your entrance. “Let’s start here.”

He slides his way in slowly, stretching you open. Your eyes flutter closed as he fully sheathes himself in you.

“Fuck, you feel so good, sweetheart.”

“So do you,” you manage to choke out as he starts to thrust into you. Each stroke of his length dragging along your walls and hitting places deep inside you that you didn’t know existed.

He pushes one of your knees up to your chest, opening you up and allowing him to go even deeper. It’s not uncomfortable with his strong hands supporting you.

“Fuck yes,” you cry out as he repeatedly hits something inside you that curls your toes.

Your orgasm sneaks up on you and suddenly you’re spiraling again, pulsing rhythmically around his cock.

Marcus curses, pulling out of you to bury his face in your pussy, fingers gripping your thigh. He laps at your fluttering hole as you writhe underneath him.

You’ve barely come down from your high when he urges you to roll over onto your stomach. He spreads your legs and slides into you as he drapes his long, lean body over yours, pressing you down into the mattress. His strong arms frame your head as you twist to see him.

He nuzzles into your neck as he slowly drags his cock in and out of your wet heat, building up the pressure in your abdomen yet again.

“You gonna come for me again, sweetheart?” Marcus whispers in your ear.

“I… yes… please… so good… don’t stop,” you babble.

Marcus trails his nose down the back of your neck, making you shiver, as he continues his unhurried pace, driving you higher and higher but not giving you enough to break.

He pulls out and lifts himself off you. You whimper at the loss, but he rolls you onto your side and pulls you back into his chest, banding his arm across your ribs.

Wrapped in his embrace, he lifts your top leg and enters you from behind. He reaches between your legs to stroke your throbbing clit.

You reach behind and grip the back of his head, burying your face in his neck as he fucks you, holding on for dear life.

You’ve never tried for three orgasms on your own, let alone with a partner, but Marcus is quickly bringing you to the brink again.

“Where do you want it,” he pants in your ear.

“On my stomach,” you whine, keening as you get closer and closer to the edge.

He presses and holds your clit as he thrusts hard and quick. You come again with a silent scream as the force of your orgasm punches the air from your lungs.

Marcus moves from behind you, laying you on your back, to kneel next to you as he strokes himself to completion. You manage to open your eyes and watch him grit his teeth – tendons standing out in his neck, veins bulging in his forearms – as his spend coats your stomach. You are so glad you agreed to the recording.

He collapses on the bed next to you, breathing hard. After a few moments, he reaches over to the nightstand to get a towel and begins gently wiping you clean.

“How are you feeling?”

“Fucking fantastic,” you answer, beaming at the ceiling, still floating in a post-orgasm haze.

“I’m glad,” he chuckles. “This was really fun.”

“It was. Thank you.” You both roll on your sides facing each other.

You can’t believe this actually just happened. You’re expecting to wake up to discover it was all a dream at any moment, but your dreams are never this good. You smile at Marcus, and he smiles back.

“I’m always hungry after filming, would you like to get something to eat?” Marcus’s question catches you completely off guard.

“Really? You want to have dinner with me?” You search his face for any sign that he doesn’t really mean it, but he looks completely sincere. He has proven to be the kind, open-hearted man you thought – and hoped – he was.

“Yeah, do you like pancakes? There’s a diner I like not too far away.”

“I like pancakes.” You answer tentatively, not sure what his intention is, but open to spending more time with his lovely man in whatever way he is willing.

“Great, it’s a date,” he winks.

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MADE TO LIE - the drive

BUCKY

Bucky woke up early that morning, his unnatural body bouncing back easily despite the amount of alcohol he’d consumed mere hours ago. Looking at the ticking hands of his old-fashioned clock with a huff, he got up and put on his running gear before heading outside. When he was stressed like this, when that ball of feeling inside him threatened to boil over and ruin the entire life he’d built from the ground up since he’d reconnected with Steve, running was the only thing that helped. The secluded property Tony owned was free for their use at all times and it was on days like this where he was particularly grateful that he could complete five laps around the acres and acres of surrounding forest.

Stopping in the middle of the woods, his heart beating hard, though not from running, Bucky pulled out his phone.

“I’m scared Doc” Bucky’s quiet admission filled the silence when Dr.Pashia picked up.

“Scared of what exactly Bucky?” She questioned, her calm voice soothing his racing heart, despite the fact that he was calling her unprompted at 5 o’clock in the morning.

“You know” he gulped.

“I do” she answers sagely, “But I’d like to hear you say it. I think it would be more helpful for you that way, don’t you think?”

“I’m scared of what I’m feeling, of the thoughts I’m having…” his voice was thick.

“Yes, and what else?”

“Y/n is so special and I’m scared the closer I get to her the more potential I have to hurt her. We started this mission on the wrong foot and I’ve already harmed her just by trying to keep my distance. I keep fucking up and I’m scared it’s only going to get worse the closer we get” he gulped before confessing, “…You know how long I’ve liked her”

Dr.Pashia was silent, prompting him to continue.

“I’m worried that it—that everything I’ve been through has taken all the good out of me. And she deserves someone better than me, I know it”

“I believe that’s Y/n’s choice to make”

He swiped his hand over his mouth in frustration.

“I—I’ve got to go—” Bucky strained before moving to end the call.

“Bucky?” Her voice crackled through the line with a small sigh, “I know this all feels like too much for you to handle but before you go, I want to remind you of who you are and who you’ve been, and no, I don’t mean the Winter Soldier. Remember you’re a good man, a good soldier, a good brother, a good son, a good teammate, and a good friend. Please don’t forget that you are good and deserve to be happy despite what you might think and no matter what you’ve done.”

“Thanks, Doc, as always”

“You’re welcome Bucky”

Taking a deep, shaky breath he shut down the call before taking the long walk back to the compound.

Y/N

Y/n’s alarm went off and she was quickly awakened from her groggy slumber. She slapped her hand over her phone to turn off its incessant buzzing. Past the large windows, Y/n could see the grassy terrain just outside of the compound as well as the large forest and small lake beyond. She sat up, stretching her body before getting out of bed to get herself ready for the day ahead.

When she finally stood, she felt as if her head was going to explode, her vision going slightly blurry around the edges. She knew she and Bucky would be driving down to the city today and yet she’d drank as much as she did last night anyway, without a care in the world. The truth was it was all the caring that had made her drink that much in the first place…and now she was suffering the consequences.

“Fuck” she grumbled to herself before slipping into a cozy outfit.

“Morning” Y/n announced as she walked into the gray modern kitchen of the compound, wincing as her cheery tone rang loudly in her ears.

“Ugh” Wanda groaned back as she saw her friend enter the room, “Not so loud, please”

“How many times have I told you both to pace yourselves? To not drink so much?” Natasha chided with an eye roll.

“It’s not our fault that you’re somehow biologically immune to vodka”

“It’s more of a talent than a genetic thing really” she quipped back before wiggling her eyebrows at Y/n, “Excited for today?

“Not exactly…” Y/n paused over her bowl of cereal.

“What do you mean, ‘not exactly’?” Wanda pressed, her head tilting, “Don’t you want to get to know your new partner in crime?”

“Well, I guess I hadn’t thought of it like that” Y/n replied pensively. She had been so focused, first, on her anger at Bucky for being so rude and then on the new budding feeling inside her. She hadn’t even considered today could be an opportunity to learn more about the mysterious James Buchanan Barnes, “By the way, I haven’t had the chance to tell you both, last night—”

A low, gruff voice from behind them interrupted their conversation, “Ready to go Y/n?”

Y/n turned her head to see the Bucky’s tall form lurking in the doorway to the kitchen.

“You bet” she replied, trying to keep the atmosphere light between them despite the palpable tension. Y/n got up and headed towards the door, turning to her girlfriends and shooting them a nervous look before following him out towards the compound’s garage. Grimacing slightly at him, she added quietly, “As ready as I’ll ever be”

The garage was a very large white room with a slate gray floor and, of course, a gigantic Avengers logo mounted to the wall. Y/n rarely went in there except to get the jets for missions. She and Bucky walked past the rows of Avengers planes until they came to a door tucked away in the front corner that Y/n had somehow never noticed. It was the exact same colour as the wall and blended in seamlessly. Bucky unlocked it with a small silver key revealing a room full of vintage cars.

“Wow” Y/n exclaimed at what she assumed was Tony’s collection, running her finger along the shiny side of a red convertible, “These are amazing”

“Well, this one is ours for the time being” Bucky gestured to a slick black car with silver accents. He caressed the car with an almost childlike wonder, taking in every detail of its exterior. Y/n had never seen him excited like this before, he was usually so closed off.

“It’s a 1966 Ford Thunderbird”

“You like cars?” she assessed, smiling at him before slipping into the plush leather passenger seat.

Bucky nodded, sliding in as well. As they backed out of the garage he gripped the wheel with his vibranium hand, the flesh one rested on the back of Y/n’s headrest. Y/n couldn’t help but inhale his scent as he leaned into her while he backed up. He smelt good and masculine like wood, smoke, and gunmetal all mixed together.

As they drove away from the compound Y/n immediately became immersed in the scenery around them. The trees seemed to sway, beautiful with their various warm shades of red, orange, and yellow. Bucky stared at Y/n as she looked out the window, her knees tucked up to her chest. Her head then turned and she was startled to see Bucky’s blue-gray gaze fixated on her even as he drove.

~1 hour later~

“We should listen to something” Y/n chirped. Bucky rolled her eyes but she ignored his grumpy response, quickly connecting her phone to the speaker, “Hmm let’s see. Well, what kind of music do you like?”

“I like 40s music so…” he replied.

“Any other decades?” Y/n laughed.

Bucky gave her a stony look but remained silent.

“60s? 70s? 80s?” She questioned but he continued to fight back with his silence.

“Fine let’s go with the classics…” she thought aloud, “What about the Beatles?”

“No”

“Fleetwood Mac?”

“No”

“Led Zeppelin?”

“Maybe”

“What about Marvin Gaye? Everybody loves Marvin Gaye”

“I like Marvin Gaye” Bucky replied, earnestly.

“Steve adores Marvin Gaye” she giggled, pushing him a bit further, grumbling, “You clearly don’t…”

His superhuman hearing picked up on her bait.

“I like Marvin Gaye” he growled, practically pulling out the steering wheel with his tight grip.

Though Bucky angry with his fists clenched should have scared Y/n it ended up doing the exact opposite. She broke out into a fit of laughter and couldn’t stop herself even when she saw Bucky’s eyebrows raise at her as if to say, what the hell. In a minute, however, his features softened. Somehow, even though she was technically making fun of him, the gentle laughter of the woman beside him made him smile, even if just a little.

“Do you even know this song?” She quipped, continuing to playfully jab at him as she queued a track.

Hey, hey, hey…Hey, what’s happening? Brother, what’s up?

The intro to Marvin Gaye’s What’s Going On rumbled through the car’s updated system that Tony had no doubt paid too much money to install. The sweet croon of the saxophone, followed by the artist’s mellow voice, acted like a balm to Y/n’s soul. Relaxing further into her cushiony, leather seat, she softly sang the first few lines.

Mother, mother there’s too many of you crying. Brother, brother, brother there’s far too many of you dying.

“So, do you?” She poked again, a small smile drifting onto her face, “You’ve got to know this one at least”

“I know it”

“Thank goodness” she blew out an overly-dramatic breath in faux-relief, turning in her seat to smile at him.

“You do know I was technically alive in the 70s don’t you?” Bucky chuckled with a knowing smirk.

“How old are you even? Exactly, I mean…”

“I’m 98” he stated easily, “I’ll be 99 next March”

“When’s your birthday?”

“God” he groaned, “Please tell me you aren’t asking ‘cause you want to know my sign. Wanda cornered me when we first met to ask, I couldn’t get away from her for two whole hours. She did my entire birth chart”

He said the last words with semi-disgust causing Y/n to chortle.

“So you’re not going to tell me then” she sighed before guessing, “Well let’s think, you’ve already said you’re born in March so you’re either a Pisces or an Aries. Guessing by how emotionally unavailable you seem I’m going to go ahead and say Pisces”

“Hey! That shit is scary…” he barely repressed a shiver, “I don’t get how you can know these kinds of things about people, from what, the stars?”

“I like to think it’s fate, the way that we end up that is”

“You believe in fate?” He scoffed.

She gazed at him, affronted, “Yeah I do, you don’t?”

“I learned a long time ago not to believe in things like that”

A beat of silence passed between them.

“Well start believing, old man”

Bucky scoffed again before a smile slowly spread across his face, like he was trying to suppress it but was failing miserably. It took Y/n all her strength to tear her gaze away from the bright expression that had appeared in place of Bucky’s typical stormy, hard-edged gaze. Only when she finally found herself able to do so did she realize that Bucky was parking their car in the mostly empty parking lot of a building just off the side of the highway they’d been on for the last hour. The orange-neon sign stated that they were at “Milton’s Drive-In Diner”

As Y/n stepped into the diner, the jiggle of the bell attached to the door made her jump. It was so quiet otherwise, seemingly no one in the space other than a small older man tucked away toward the back counter and a pair of girlfriends who Y/n assumed might be going camping due to their large packs. Bucky placed a comforting hand on the small of her back, the act easing the tension between her shoulders that she hadn’t even realized was there. She relaxed even more when the smell of pies, pastries, and shitty coffee suddenly filled her nostrils.

“Not quite a Parisian café but it’ll do” Bucky smirked toward her.

“No, not quite” she joked back before admitting, “I might just like it better”

Bucky made no comment, though he didn’t need to, the rise of his eyebrow was enough.

“Hello, hello” a cheery older woman, maybe in her mid-60s, with a Southern drawl called out from the kitchen, “Sit wherever y’all like”

Bucky shuffled them over to a table in the corner opposite the one the older man seemed to be now passed out in. Y/n sat down at the booth, her hands rubbing curiously across the cracked vinyl of the seat below her.

“Y/n” Bucky said then, something about the soft way he said her name drawing her attention back to him.

Sometimes she forgot just how handsome he truly was.

“Yes?”

“Before we get to the city, I think we should talk more about the mission…We haven’t really discussed any of it since Tony assigned it to us”

“Very good Barnes, I’m sure he would give you a gold star if he was here” she chuckled to herself.

“I’m serious” he gritted out, “And it’s Bucky”

Her mind flashed to the night of the party, nodding silently before sighing, a bitterness coating her tongue as she spoke, “Well Bucky, I know this mission goes against everything I believe in and yet because of you and Tony I’m doing it anyways. I also know that, for some unknown reason, you’re just somehow fine with everything. Care to explain?”

He shook his head in disbelief, ice seeping into his sharp gaze.

“You’re not going to tell me why you’re okay with this are you?”

“No,” he said through gritted teeth.

“No?” she huffed, eyes narrowing, “Okay right, real good talk partner. Next time you want to have a real conversation Barnes remember that it takes two to tango”

“You think I don’t know that” he spat back, lowering his voice to a deadly rumble, “Listen Y/n, there are reasons behind my choices that you’ll never know or understand okay? That doesn’t mean you get to say I’m not trying cause I am, believe me, this is the hardest thing I’ve had to do in years. I’m trying to do the right thing for once in my fucking life, to start fresh, to do anything other than what I’ve done in my past. So please believe me when I say that I am trying, I’m trying to be better for you…”

The confession sat on the linoleum table between them.

“Don’t you think we should’ve had this conversation before we even had sex?” Y/n whispered quietly, hating how vulnerable she sounded, surprised at the bundle of emotions that were suddenly spilling out, “We got assigned the mission and you hurt me by being cruel, we filmed the tape and you hurt me by acting like it was nothing, we watched the news spread like wildfire and you hurt me by forcing me to deal with the aftermath alone…All you’ve done is hurt me Bucky and it just sucks, you’re supposed to be my partner in this. I want you to be with me in this.”

“I’m—” he started, peering down at her with clear regret, only to be interrupted by the old Southern belle from earlier, who was ready to take their order.

“What can I get y’all? You driving down to the city? Bet you’re staying somewhere nice downtown from the looks of yous”

“Two Club Sandwiches, a Coke for me and a chocolate milkshake for her” Bucky ordered off, purposefully ignoring the other question about their plans.

When she left them again, Y/n grumbled, “So now you’re ordering for me”

“Did I not get you what you wanted?” he asked, cocking a brow, the tension between them slowly dissipating.

“You did, congratulations you’re an observant creep”

Bucky laughed at that which only pissed Y/n off because that low chuckle of his and that bright smile which was as infrequent as the Sun on a cloudy December day, made her shamelessly grin.

When their food arrived after a few minutes they ate in companionable silence. Despite their talk, it wasn’t awkward, it was the kind of silence that they both knew came after the storm. And for two people who rarely shared their deepest fears to anyone, let alone someone who could use it against them, that moment of honesty was pouring rain indeed.

“Just the bill now, thanks doll,” Bucky said when they were finally wrapping up at the diner, his eyes widening as he realized he had just accidentally flirted with the older waitress, calling her by the old-fashioned nickname.

With a huff, he wrung his hands before opening his mouth to apologize.

“No need to apologize sweet thing…” she interrupted him with a bright laugh, her peachy skin crinkling with the movement, “Haven’t had much attention since my husband George died just around three years ago now, you’ve done made my day”

“Oh” he smiled awkwardly, “Well I’m glad to hear—”

“Paula!” she interrupted again, tilting her head back to call her colleague, “Paula you won’t believe it, this young man here is flirting with me”

Bucky hung his head and Y/n barely surpassed a snort as she mouthed ‘young man,’ prompting him to glare exasperated daggers at her. Another waitress, who Y/n figured must be Paula, craned her neck out from behind the floppy doors that led to the kitchen.

“Is that so Daph?” She looked over before throwing a sultry wink at Bucky.

“Oh Lord” he huffed quietly so that only Y/n could hear.

When they got back to the car, Bucky caught her hand as it reached for the music dial.

“Listen Y/n about what you said—”

“Don’t bother” she responded, “It’s okay, I’m just being overly emotional…”

It was okay to her in that moment, she didn’t even think she really needed to hear him say it. Just from the sorrow in his blue eyes, she knew he was sorry.

“But I’m going to anyways…” he continued, “I’m sorry for how I treated you, how my actions made you feel. I never should’ve been so cold. Just because it’s how I operate when I’m nervous doesn’t mean you deserve to be on the other side suffering. I’m truly sorry Y/n and I hope you can forgive me eventually.”

“I do” she whispered before clearing her throat a speaking with more confidence, “Forgive you I mean, I do”

He nodded roughly before cranking the key in the ignition and pulling out of the Milton’s Drive-In Diner parking lot.

“We’re here,” Bucky said.

Y/n glanced up at the tall building, admiring the carved white stone walls, the stained glass entrance and the fancy red carpet leading up to the doors. Bucky gave the car over to the valet before sweeping Y/n through the heavy doors and into the ornate lobby. They checked in quickly and then headed upstairs to their suite.

The room was fancy, to say the least, French in style, and huge. There was a general living space just past the foyer the main set of doors opened to, multiple bathrooms, a study, and even a wide terrace that spanned the entire length of the suite.

“Alright let’s get ready then” Y/n stated, the plush carpet beneath her feet muffling her steps as she searched, “Where are the bedrooms?”

She moved through the large main room and towards what appeared to be the only remaining door in the suite on the right-hand side. Her mouth parted slightly as she opened the double doors revealing one giant king-sized bed.

“I’m gonna kill Stark” she growled through gritted teeth.

“What is it?” Bucky questioned, coming up behind her so that his front was an inch from her back, “Oh”

The proximity sent a shiver up Y/n’s spine. She quickly shook off the memories of Bucky’s soft lips on her skin.

“Well, anyway” she sighed distractedly before gesturing to the bedroom, “I’ll get ready in here, are you okay to use a bathroom?”

He huffed before grabbing the bundle of his clothes for the night, “Sure”

Y/n closed the doors to the bedroom and unzipped the garment bag that contained her clothes for the date which she had let Wanda and Natasha pick out for her. Her fingers quickly caressed a dress made of silky red fabric, admiring its quality. She then gasped as she saw what was hanging in the bag underneath it. Instead of a regular bra and panties, the girls had selected a lacy black set of mostly sheer lingerie to go under her dress. “Oh for fuck’s sake” she breathed.

“Almost ready?” called Bucky’s voice from the other side of the door.

Y/n quickly put the set on and slipped the dress on before realizing it needed to be done up at the back. “Yep!” She responded, “But can you zip me up?”

Bucky’s lips parted slightly as Y/n opened the door. Her silky red dress hugged her curves in all the right places and they were only enhanced by the tall black heels that she was wearing. Y/n turned, exposing the super soldier to her mostly bare backside. Bucky’s eyes flitted from the exposed small of her back to her lacy black lingerie before focusing on the zipper.

“Done” he asserted gruffly as Y/n heard the crisp sound of metal fastening.

Despite Bucky’s past attitude towards her, Y/n couldn’t help her breath from hitching when his hands lingered a little too long on the small of her back.

“Let’s go,” she said, turning to face him. For a second they remained close, both of them breathing in the other before Bucky walked towards the foyer.

“Right” he replied gruffly, before looking at her and smirking, “We’ve got a date to go on”

A/N - if any of you were interested in where I got Bucky’s scent from, it was based on Tom Ford’s cologne called OudWood.

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w1ldthoughts · 8 months

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Why so Serious?

Synopsis: Zoey surprises Jack in Louisville.

A/n: Just a tad bit (okay a little more than that) angsty

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Zoey had admittedly never been in this situation before. And she hated it. Jack was supposed to come to Miami to spend some time with her but he’d been traveling a lot for work and she couldn’t get free and it really sucked to sit back and realize how much Jack’s presence calmed her and brought her so much joy. She was officially one of those girls. You know the ones. They get a boyfriend and immediately life is all about their man. And this was the third day in a row at the office that all Zoey could think about was…seeing her man. It made her both giddy and want to gag. Sure she’d been in a serious relationship in college but she used to be such an independent person. Now she couldn’t go two weeks without basically wanting to crawl into the skin of a 6’3, curly haired rapper. Oh how the mighty have fallen.

They hadn’t seen each other in a month and barely spoken the last few days because either she was busy or he was. When she tried to FaceTime him earlier in the evening, it wouldn’t even ring so she figured he was still working with his phone either on airplane mode or do not disturb. So she called Urban, who picked up on the first ring.

“Zoey! Long time no talk. What’s up?”

She sighed and looked up at the ceiling, trying to present her case without sounding super clingy. “Hi Urby, nothing’s wrong I just wanted to know if you guys are still at the studio? I’ve been trying to get ahold of Jack and we haven’t really talked in the last few days so I was wondering—”

“He misses you too.” He states plainly, reading her mind. “Been trying to drown himself in work but I really think it’s getting to him.” Urban sighed, catching a glimpse of his friend sitting in a chair outside the booth with a blank look on his face. Jack had probably gotten a collective 8 hours of sleep the last couple days. “You know what we should do?”

Zoey stayed quiet, waiting for him to continue. “We should get you on the first flight out here and surprise him. Guy’s been running on fumes lately and that’s not good for any of us, especially me and I don’t wanna have to check his ass. We’ve been on a good streak. Plus, if he’s too busy to go to you, then—”

“I should come to him! That’s actually a really good idea. I’ll start looking for flights tonight and text you the details. You’re the absolute best Urban Henry. I freaking love you.”

She can practically hear him rolling his eyes on the other end of the line. “Yeah, yeah I love you too. Just hurry up and get here so I can go see my girl in peace and leave y’all be.”

Urban picked her up from the airport 24 hours later and happily told her that Jack was home after calling it a day at the studio. It was truly perfect timing. He helped her get her suitcase out of the car and wished her luck, warning her that her boyfriend had been in a mood, that’s why the session had ended early.

When she walked into the house it was quiet except for the faint sound of NFL Network on the tv in the living room. Jack was sitting on the couch in a gray hoodie and matching sweats, typing ferociously on his phone.

“Hi baby.” She whispered. He thought he was dreaming at first but his feet carried him to where she was standing and before he could even really register what was happening, she was in his arms. She smelled just like he remembered, the smell of her black vanilla shampoo that she used was soothing to all of his senses.

“You’re here.” Jack said with a smile, not letting go. “Hi. How did you—when did you?”

“I called Urban yesterday and we figured everything out pretty quickly. But I missed you and needed to see you so, here I am.”

He kissed her forehead and she got on her tiptoes to peck him on the lips and run her fingers through his messy hair.

“Here you are. And you came at the perfect time because I was about to order dinner. What do you want to eat?“

They had dinner and talked about everything but work. Zoey was so thankful she made the trip to Louisville.

On their first morning together Jack was up at 5am, talking loudly on the phone with someone about one of the sound engineers having to fly home, putting him way behind schedule. Needless to say, he was stressed out about it so he left the house with a side hug and a rushed goodbye. Zoey kept herself busy planning a Renaissance themed bridal shower for a client but when Jack came in at 11pm and barely uttered a word, she headed upstairs to get ready for bed, alone. The next day was the same, except Jack went up to his room first and kept his back to her when she got in bed.

By day three, they were barely speaking to each other and Zoey contemplated just going home and letting him be. Maybe this was his artistic process, shutting everyone out and purely focusing on the task at hand and she felt bad for being a potential distraction. He’d spent the entire day in his home studio and was only now coming into the kitchen to grab lunch…at 5pm. From her spot on the other end of the kitchen counter, Zoey heard him slam the fridge door closed with an exasperated sigh.

“What’s going on with you?” She pressed, getting up from her chair.

He shook his head as she ran her hands down his arms, slightly pushing her away. On any other day she would’ve brushed it off but for some reason she felt like crying. “Nothing, I’m good. Just need to head back to work.”

Jack may have missed the tears in her eyes but she didn’t miss the deep bags in his. “You’re not good though, talk to me. Please? I feel like I haven’t seen you at all. The most time we’ve spent together has been with our eyes closed.” She tries to joke but he just nods his head and she can practically feel his mood souring with every word that came out of her mouth.

“I have work to do Zoey. I don’t really have time for this right now.”

She crosses her arms, looking down at the floor. “I’m sure you don’t but I mean I flew all the way out here so we could see each other and—”

“Okay well I didn’t ask you to do all that.” He bites out, her eyes widening at his outburst. “Zo…baby I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, I think you did. I’m um—I’m gonna get some air and get out of your way. Clearly my being here is disturbing your peace.” She grabbed his car keys and headed out to the garage without another word.

When she came back two hours later, Jack was in the same spot she left him in. But there were a few new things on the counter.

“If you think that these flowers and wine are a good enough apology you’ve actually lost your mind.”

He rubbed the back of his neck, trying to come up with the right words. “I actually bought three bottles. You can throw one and drink the other two.” Zoey tilted her head at his poorly timed joke. “Okay tough crowd. Um listen, I am so sorry for being so short with you and for what I said. You know I always want you here, I’m just—fuck. I don’t know what it is but I’ve been in this fog and I thought I could just work through it but it’s just been getting worse and I took it out on you and that’s not fair and I can’t apologize enough Zo. I love you and I’m so sorry. I hate how I talked to you, I really do.”

Instead of responding, she opened her arms.“Come here J.”

Jack closed the distance between them and melted into the hug, tears pouring out of his eyes. Zoey rubbed his back and let him cry, squeezing a little tighter as his body trembled. God knows how long he’d been holding that in.

“Fuck man. I haven’t cried like that in a minute.” He sighed from his spot in her arms after they moved to the living room.

“You know that carrying the weight of the world is bad for your posture. And you already have a bad back and scoliosis.” She whispered, earning a laugh from him. “Let me help you carry some of that weight.”

He grabbed one of her hands, intertwining their fingers. “I just wonder if sometimes my shit gets too dark and I start to sound like I’m ungrateful, which is the opposite. And I’m not trying to be one-dimensional, just honest. But not too honest because then people will think I’m just this super angsty white rapper with no actual problems. It’s just really hard to find the balance right now.”

“Life is fucking hard Jack. And no one is going to be upset with you for admitting that.” Zoey lifts their joint hands and places a kiss onto his skin, looking him in the eyes. “You live a life that most people dream of yes, but it comes at a cost. Having to find small pleasures in things is a luxury when you’re living a life that isn’t just your own.”

She urges him to sit up so he can face her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were feeling like this sooner?”

“Because this isn’t shit I wanna burden you with. I’m the fun, sexy boyfriend who makes you laugh and blows your back out.”

She lets out a loud laugh, smacking her knee for dramatic effect. “What was that last part?”

Jack narrows his eyebrows, “I’m not repeating myself. You know how I get down, dafuq?”

“Oh my god there he is. Please stop, I’m actually begging you.” She giggles, running her thumb across his jaw. “You are all of those things. My fun and sexy boyfriend who makes my abs hurt from laughing so much and blows my back out…occasionally. But you are also human. It’s okay if you’re not at your best all the time and it’s more than okay for you to feel sad. Jack…you know why I love you so much?”

He shakes his head with a sniffle.

“You are everything. You’re funny and sexy and kind and you’re deep and have complex emotions due to your unique circumstances and I love everything about you. Even the things that you think are flaws, I see them as different layers of you.”

Gently holding her face in his hands, he smiles. “I love you and I don’t deserve you. At all. But I’m so lucky to have you.” Jack kisses her cheek, then her other one, then her nose, then connects their lips for a soft but lengthy kiss. “While you were gone I was thinking about taking some time off work. Is your passport up to date?”

“Yes…why?” Zoey pressed, trying to get him to cave and tell her the plan.

“That’s for me to know and for you to think about on the plane. You didn’t think my apology would just be some damn wine and a flower bouquet did you?”

She sighs, wrapping her arms around him again. “The best apology was you being honest with me about what was bothering you. That’s all I need. But I’ll never ever say no to vacation with my man.”

Yeah…she was officially one of those girls. And she couldn’t be happier.

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whchenlvr · 1 year

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hi!! so english is not my first language so idk if i'm writing it right, can i request a eunjang + union boys reacting to reader having a panic attack?

when you’re having a panic attack ;

weak hero x gn!reader

gray yeon

➤ you’d never had a panic attack. he has

➤ when your breathing picks up to the point where you’re hyperventilating, panicked tears begin to stream down your face

➤ gray was supposed to meet you at your house to study at 3, and you watch in agony as the clock ticks to 6. he was never late, and you wouldn’t have worried so much if not for your friend spam-texting you that the union is coming for your school

➤ there’s a knock on your door, but you’re limbs feeling like they’re prickling with sleep. you can’t stand from your spot on the floor no matter how hard you try

➤ thankfully for you, gray knows your lock code

➤ your vision is dotted with black spots, and when gray appears before you, part of you thinks he’s a hallucination

➤ “c-can’t.. breathe…” you manage to choke out, desperation clear in your voice

➤ “okay, sweetheart, it’s okay now. i’m here. you’re going to be okay.” he says in an extremely calm voice, carefully patting your hair down in an attempt to soothe you

➤ it works, and you can feel your pulse calming beneath your skin. you breathe, focusing solely on the feeling of his hand in your hair

➤ “i’ll stay with you tonight, okay? i’m not going anywhere.”

donald na

➤ you’d just gotten off the phone with your neighbor, and they told you that the mailman left your gate open, and your dog got loose

➤ you started to panic immediately, knowing your dog was still young and liked to slip out of his collar. sure enough, you found the fabric on the floor when returning home

➤ you searched until it was dark out, and then you searched some more. everyone you asked said they hadn't seen him, and your anxiety was reaching an all-time high

➤ after the failed search, you had enough sense to make your way to donald's apartment, hoping he might be able to help

➤ donald opened his arms for you the minute he saw your shaking self, and tried to soothe you as your tears stained his shirt

➤ “can you take a breath with me? that’s good, darling.”

➤ it took some more time in his arms for you to calm down enough to speak, and when you told him what happened, donald flashed you an assuring smile

➤ "my guys have gotten lazy. i'm sure they'll appreciate a good game of hide and seek."

➤ sure enough, your dog was returned to you, and you nearly cried with joy as donald hugged you again. "don't hesitate to come to my first next time, alright?"

ben park

➤ when ben finds you curled up in the school bathroom one evening, hunched in on yourself and struggling to breathe, his mind instantly goes to the worst scenarios

➤ he would cup your face in his hands and force you to keep your eyes on him as he breaths with you

➤ “when you’re ready, i want you to tell me what happened.”

➤ once you managed to catch your breath, you told ben all about how you failed a test and dropped nearly a dozen ranks. it shouldn’t have been a huge deal, but this could cost you your chance at a scholarship

➤ you could tell ben was trying to come up with comforting words, but he didn’t care for school as much as you do, so he wasn’t sure what to say to comfort you

➤ “okay, uh, are there retakes available? extra credit?” “no” “then… i’ll help you study for the next one!”

➤ you found yourself smiling, surprised at how quickly ben managed to cheer you up

➤ “are you sure? i know how much you hate this stuff…”

➤ “yeah, but you need me. we will study until our fingers fall off and you’ll get your perfect score. so please don’t worry, okay? i love you.”

jake ji

➤ you never liked to appear weak in front of jake. it wasn’t that you were afraid, you just liked being his pillar. you didn’t want him to ever worry about you

➤ but when news broke about the war between the union and eunjang, you couldn't help it

➤ "jake?" you called, afraid to disturb him but very scared at how hard your heart was beating against your ribs. your stomach felt hollow and useless in your body

➤ he didn't look up, and you were about to leave when you accidentally knocked a bowl off of the counter. it shattered against the floor, and you dropped into a panicked crouch

➤ "don't move, are you o—" he saw your trembling hands and stopped. "y/n, are you okay?"

➤ "i'm sorry, i, it's just a bowl, i'm..." you didn't stop stuttering out nonsense until jake carefully took your hands in his before you accidentally hurt yourself

➤ "what's going on, lovely?" and you broke into sobs

➤ you fell forward into jake's chest and he wrapped his arms around you as you told him your concerns for his safety. "this isn't like the other fights, jake. you could get hurt. you could get killed."

➤ "that's not going to happen," he soothed gently, "you know that's not going to happen." but you didn't stop crying or trembling until you were out of the room and completely in your boyfriend's arms

➤ "y/n, listen. you're going to be fine. i'm going to be fine. so please, don't scare me like that again, okay? we're going to be fine."

gerard jin

➤ you’d just been told by your parents that you were moving across the country for your dad’s job

➤ since your bedroom is on the first floor, gerard has a habit of tapping on your window to visit. when you don’t answer your phone, he decides to go over

➤ he sees you sitting on your bed, back turned to him, and doesn’t think much of it until he hears your quiet sobs slipping between your fingers

➤ “y/n?” he called into the quiet, and you felt yourself break. “they’re taking me away from you, from everything! i can’t—i can’t—“

➤ gerard was by your side in seconds, taking you in his arms and pulling you tight against his chest

➤ “didn’t…” you gasped out, fingers digging into his biceps as you try to calm yourself. “didn’t.. wanna leave.. you,”

➤ “i know, honey, i know.” he kissed your head, letting his lips linger against your hair as you forced yourself to slow your sobs. “but i’m not going anywhere. not now, not ever.”

wolf keum

➤ there was no reason for you to panic, so you weren’t sure why you woke with your heart beating a million miles a second, your cheeks sticky with tears

➤ checking the time, you realized it was only 2 am. you didn’t want to disturb your boyfriend, but your limbs tingled as your breathing sped up

➤ not even five minutes after receiving your jumbled text for help, wolf was in your bedroom and at your side

➤ “what happened. who did this?”

➤ “no, i’m—“ you hit your chest with a flat hand, “panic attack.”

➤ honestly, wolf wasn’t quite sure what to do or how to treat a panic attack

➤ worried you might pass out, he squished your face between his hands to meet your eyes. “slow down.”

➤ you think just having him there with you helped, because the fact that his two rather blunt words were able to calm you surprised you both

➤ you were still shaky, but wolf didn’t make any attempt to smother you. he pulled his hands from your face to instead hold yours and laced your fingers together

➤ “better?” “better.”

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ivestas · 1 year

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within the hornet’s nest

Part two: LINK

Summary: Fring calls you in the dead of night.

Word count: 1.0k

Warnings: Mentions of death and grief, (implied) mental breakdown, confessions, spoilers for BCS s6e3

Note: Damn its been a while since i wrote oneshots, much less for tumblr. apologies in advance for the rustiness

When you arrived at the chicken farm, you didn’t know what to expect.

It was dark, way past midnight—you should be sleeping, and so should he, but what could you say? To postpone whatever had him call you at this hour for the next day?

You didn’t care that much, anyway. Sleep wasn’t something you were able to indulge in easily.

Walking through one of the gaps between the buildings, you spotted a door with light shining through.

“Once you find the door, walk in. I’ll be there.”

Your hands twist the polished knob, and walking in, you hear the eager clucks of chickens echo throughout.

It was only a few steps in that you found Gustavo Fring, hunched over a group of fenced chickens and tossing what seemed to be seeds and bread alike. The chickens were quick to pluck at the food, and what looked like a ghost of a smile twisted Fring’s face.

The look lit a feeling in your stomach—a palpable disgust you did well at hiding, alongside something else. Something that was warm and sluggish.

“Mr. Fring?”

He looked up, straightening his posture, dropping the rest of the feed that had been in his hand.

Gustavo’s face was calm and neutral, no longer tainted by what you thought was a human expression. “You arrived quicker than I expected.”

“I thought an emergency occurred, sir.”

“Ah,” he nodded. “That isn’t quite what’s happening.”

I could see that… Neither of his trusted men where there—and you realized then, that, even Mike wasn’t there.

You didn’t know what to thing, or to feel. What does he want?

“You see, it dawned on me the other day…” He picked up a white bucket and walked over to you.

Inside the bucket was birdfeed. You looked at him, and he nodded. Take.

You took a handful of that feed. “...you and I, we have been in very similar circumstances. Perhaps to some degree, we still are.”

He took a handful of feed and tossed it to the neglected chickens. The cluck with newfound vigor. You do the same, completely and utterly lost, both at what’s happening right now and at Gustavo’s words.

You don’t talk though. You watch Gustavo with what you hoped to be masked suspicion, glossed with confusion.

“Your friend, Varga, he died because of me.”

You froze.

Why was he bringing that up now?

“I had a friend—a brother—who was killed, too.”

“I’m forced to work with the man that killed him, just the way you are,” a strange expression crossed his face in that moment, something that tore the visage of stony calmness before it flickered back to normal.

You grab another handful of feed, bits of seed and dried bread digging deep into your skin before you tossed it to the chicken.

“And strangely, that makes me a little… ah. Sentimental.”

You breathe in sharply. Grabbing another handful, throwing it again at the chicken. (You would later realize that it had been only you feeding the chicken.)

You were acutely aware of how Gustavo now stared at you, as if breaking down every piece of your being, carefully analyzing like a scientist would with a strange petri dish—and you hated it. Every second of his oddly soothing eyes scanning the nooks and crannies of your face was like torture.

“Speak.”

“We’re nothing alike!” You spat immediately. Possessed was what your tongue was now, controlled by the volatile nature of your heart. You didn’t care though. Not now. Not ever. “Just—fuck, no, you can’t say that, I don’t care if we’re the same, because we’ll never, ever, be the same!” Heaving, you tried to add coherence, but unspoken feelings seemed to push all logic away.

“You left Nacho to die, and now you have me as—what? Some sort of prize?! God, fuck, you can’t just—just—”

You stumbled back. Your mind, that had long since become a haze of gray, opened momentarily to reveal nothing but absolute dark and blood-stained wishes.

When you look at Gustavo, he still has that contemplative expression, just observing, like you were, what? Some circus monkey? Some fool that still listens to the same person who killed her only friend? Like some—fuck, fuck, fuck—

“Fuck off, Fring! Just fucking die—or kill me! You can’t… you can’t just…” Raw feeling tinged your coherence, and now you were no longer sentient, just a bundle of ashen wishes and unspoken feelings of both old and new.

Gustavo took a step closer to you, however, bucket long since abandoned to the chickens.

“Can’t what?” He echoed softly.

“You can’t keep fucking with my head like this! It’s evil!”

“And how am I doing that?”

You shook. “I don’t know!—you, I’m supposed to hate you, and yet..!”

His voice was strangely light. “Yet?”

“I don’t have the heart to kill you!” A strange laugh ripped from your throat. “Can you believe it? You killed my own, and yet, what? I can’t do the same thing..!”

The strangest thing happened when you looked at him, hoping to find an answer, to find reason—

—he was smiling. Softly. Tenderly. Calmly. Soothingly. And, like a moth, the flame completely entranced you.

For a moment, no one says anything. What fills the air is your broken gasps of air—trying in vain to soothe your frayed nerves—and the chickens’ cawing and cooing.

And then, Gustavo was the one to break the odd silence, his smile growing the slightest bit.

“I’m glad.” He shook his head, still smiling, as if it were a silly thing—a peculiar novelty that could only be regarded with laughter. “Because I feel the same.”

You feel the same?

You laughed. Absurd, absurd, absurd.

You wanted to smile. You wanted to cry. You wanted to draw a knife to your throat.

But you just stood there, and Gustavo remained smiling so fucking softly, grabbing the bucket once more and turning away, his focus now back at the chickens.

And, after a few minutes, you had joined him.

#gus fring x reader #gustavo fring x reader #breaking bad x reader #better call saul x reader #female reader

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avatar-of-the-scribe · 2 years

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Ahh! I love the hcs you made for my request with the ploy request, and I apologize for the small error on it.

I, uh, I still have 2BHank x reader on my brain so, uh, May I request a small fanfic of this ploy reader request? You don’t have to if you don’t want to! 😅

Phew! Sorry this took me a few days- been a little under the weather! Allergies where I live on the coast are actually pretty bad right now :(... Hope you enjoy though!

Hank x Affectionate Reader x 2BDamned

A Moments Peace

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Nevada was a cold place, that's for sure. The gray desert stretching for miles and every day a test to one's will…. No one could consider this state of the world producing anything good- and for the most part it didn't. It produced Air thick with the stench of Gunpowder, and sand clumped together by blood.

But there was the rare gem of hope. A small spark of light.

For you- That was your partners of whom you were currently cuddled tight with, holding onto them both tight as if the world would rip them from your grasp if you didn't… and they held you just as tight in their own iron grips. They've seen death and all it has to offer- but they've seen your smile and known there was at least something worth coming back for.

Hank nuzzled a bit closer into the fuzz of your hair, trying his best to keep from resting his metallic lower jaw on you lest it sink into your flesh and cause you harm- You're one of the two people he would never want to hurt after all. 2BDamned had his face pressed into the crook of your neck, each breath drifting over your skin as it escaped through the holes torn in his jaws long ago, currently not hidden by a mask.

This was the time the three of you got to share. It was rare to find and even rarer it went uninterrupted- but it was still the time you had with each other, time where the pains and aches of this world of madness melted away into something softer, into gentle kisses and loving holds. It was a thing so rare to you and to them since Hank was often on missions and Doc having to clean up the mess- typically involving stitching Hank together with a lecture -leaving you to tend to your own devices. But it's what you had now, to enjoy together.

At least until there was a knock at the door… you'd be a fool to try to pretend you didn't hear a scratchy and annoyed growl from Hank's throat at the intrusion to your time, Doc letting out an annoyed grunt of his own as he turned away from you and to the door.

"What. This better be damn important."

Deimos' sheepish voice trailed through the closed door, muffled by the thick material.

"Yeah… Sanny and I were doing some sparring and we need the medkit."

2B's voice carried nothing but annoyance as he spoke, huffing as he heard an amused giggle pressed past your own lips. "And you know where to find that. I'm not going to frequently patch you two idiots up because you did something stupid. Go get the medkit and help each other, unless you'd like Hank to get up and assist." He stated plainly- knowing very well the last thing either of those two wanted was an angry Hank. Hearing the footsteps retreat, Your annoyed lover pressed back against you and tried to get comfortable again. As he settled, he let out a faint purr feeling you press a kiss to his temple to calm him down, one following it for Hank on his cheek to keep him calm as well and not getting up to go tear Deimos apart. You tightened your hold on them both just a tad more, whispering softly to them both the three words they never thought they'd hear in this hellscape to further soothe them.

"I love you~"

And they love you too. ♡

#madness combat #madness project nexus #madness combat imagines #madcom x reader #madness combat x reader #hank j. wimbleton #madness combat hank #hank x reader #2bdamned #madness combat 2bdammed #2bdamned x reader #requests

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A Sad Prayer

A/N: Top 10 Favorite Video Games

pairing: Cullen Rutherford x Reader

warnings: Religion I guess

w/c: 679 (sorry, it’s on the shorter side)

Prompt: On the even of battle, you find Cullen in a prayer. You both fear for what may come.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------While you were the Inquisitor you were not super religious. Sure, you prayed once and a while to The Maker and Andraste but not much more. It was curious how you fell in love with a former templar. Cullen understood your stance and he had fallen out himself. You'd never seen him pray but it was understandable given all that you have seen.

You knew the battle with Corypheus was soon, and you were terrified. Cullen could tell not that he would mention that to you. There was nothing that could make you not fear what was to come. He could feel how you trembled and he was quick to take you in his arms as he soothed you whenever you needed it. This was the final fight.

You were looking for Cullen. He was supposed to give you a report on the status of the troops for the upcoming battle.

“Commander! Are you here?” Your voice echoed through the empty office. You waited for the response but none came. You tried calling again but still no reply. Where could he have gone? You took your time walking around the camp, making sure you didn't miss anything. Everything seemed normal. No one was hurt or in pain. That's good, right? Then there was Cullen? If he wasn't patrolling or training the troops he was normally in his office.

You decided to continue to walk around until you noticed someone left the door open to the small praying room near the gardens. You gazed in to see all the candles lit around the statue of Andraste and said a silent prayer to himself. It was a Templar prayer, one that you had never heard him say before.

Slowly, you walked into the small room, "A prayer for you?" you asked quietly. You saw him turn around slowly, the candlelight shining through his armor and giving you enough light to see clearly that it was Cullen. His head hung down, not meeting your eyes, and his hand held tightly together.

"A prayer for those we have lost... And those I am afraid to lose." His voice cracked.

Without thinking, you moved closer, your fingers brushing his back, trying to comfort him. When he finally lifted his head your heart broke. Cullen looked absolutely exhausted. His skin had a pale gray hue and his hair was unkempt and greasy.

"You're afraid?"

"Of course I am! If Corypheus possessed that grey warden, what more is he capable of? It's only a matter of time before he retaliates." He then swiftly began to stand. "We must draw strength wherever we can."

He turned back to face you, "When the time comes, you will be thrown into his path again." His eyes were full of emotion and his voice became more and more strained, wavering as he stated his fears. "Andraste preserves me, I must send you to him.

"What if I can't?" You weren't expecting your hands to tremble this badly, "Cullen, If I don't..." you stopped talking when you felt another pair of hands gently cupping your cheek to make your eyes look into his.

"Maker, no." He whispered before pulling you close into an embrace "Whatever happens, you will come back." That sentence brought tears to your eyes because you couldn't help but think if Cullen would survive losing you. Not today. Not now. No. You wouldn't let them win. You would not leave Cullen behind in this life.

You wrapped your arms around him and leaned into him. Cullen was warm and soft, and safe. You felt so calm and protected by him.

"Cullen, I love you." The words slipped from your mouth without your permission. Cullen pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, "I do as well." Then he softly placed a kiss on your lips. The kiss was sweet, short, sweet, and tender, but the sparks it set off burned like hellfire. When he pulled away he smiled at you, "If anything should happen to either of us, we shall find each other in the next."

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idk if ur taking writing requests but can you do a (canon era) javid fic where David has a nightmare and Jack has to calm him down (I've seen a ton of the reverse but i like this concept a bit better)

Ty!

I love that idea! Here's a little something– hope ya enjoy.

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Jack was sleeping on the floor. He found that arrangement more agreeable than taking up part of David’s bed, crowded enough as it was with just one person sleeping in it. Not to mention that summer nights were long and hot. Being squashed together wouldn’t do either of them any favors in the heat that was settled over the city.

Suddenly David sat bolt upright in bed, startling Jack.

“Dave?” He said cautiously.

David blinked rapidly and looked down at him, before ducking away and rubbing the back of his hand over his eyes.

Alarmed, Jack pushed himself up, kneeling next to the mattress. “Hey, what’s the matter? You all right?”

“Yeah. Sorry. It was just a bad dream,” David said in a small voice. Jack couldn’t tell if he was being quiet because he didn’t want to wake up his sister, who was silent just beyond the curtain drawn through the center of the room, or because if he spoke any louder his voice would break. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

Jack crossed his arms over the mattress and rested his chin on them.

“I wasn’t exactly sleepin’ anyway, Dave, so don’t worry about wakin’ me up.”

David’s eyes were slate gray in the moonlight, faintly coming through the curtains down by the foot of his bed. The unease fell off his face, confusion creeping in its place.

“You weren’t sleeping? Why?” Before Jack got a chance to answer, David kept talking. “Is the floor too uncomfortable?”

“The floor’s fine, Dave. I just ain’t all that tired. Anyway, this ain’t about me.”

David frowned and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, it’s not about me, either, because I’m fine. It was just a stupid nightmare.”

In truth, Dave was shaken and his heart was still pounding in his ears. For whatever reason, listening to Jack’s voice was soothing the tremor in his hands.

“Sometimes, y’know… talkin’ about your dreams helps you forget ‘em sooner,” Jack said, trying to be helpful, and not just because of how curious he was about what lay unseen in David’s subconscious.

“Really?” David tucked his knees into his chest. “Where’d you hear that?”

“I didn’t hear it, I learned it. We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to, it was just a suggestion. We could always just try goin’ back to sleep.”

“You just said you weren’t sleeping,” David pointed out. “And I don’t plan on getting back to it anytime soon myself. Which puts us in the same boat, doesn’t it?”

Jack grinned. “I guess it does.”

Jack picked the pillow he’d been using off the floor and joined David on the bed, sitting with his back against the wall. David mirrored his position, pulling the quilt with him and covering both of them with it. The mattress was still warm where David had been laid out before.

“I don’t even remember what it was about,” David confessed while Jack made himself comfortable. “But for some reason I still feel like I do. My heart’s racing but there’s nothing to be scared about anymore.”

“Was I there?” Jack teased, bumping their shoulders together.

David chuckled. “I think you might have been, briefly.”

“Yeah?”

“And so was the rest of my family.”

Jack’s smile fell. He tried not to think too hard about how David just indirectly called him family. Maybe Jack was the one in the wrong for needing a reminder that David thought of him that way. Suddenly he felt light and dizzy, pursing his lips into a thin line to keep from making a face that would give him away.

“Somewhere down the line there was a boat involved. And a fire, and I guess… I don’t know. I wasn’t on the boat, but you were. It caught on fire.” David looked away, like he was recalling a real tragedy. “The story tells itself.”

Jack nodded sagely. He didn’t know whether to be interested that David was starting to think about him in his sleep, or worried that the thinking David was doing consisted of losing him in a boat fire.

“That sounds rough, Dave. But you don’t hafta worry about that happenin’ for real. I’d just jump in the water if my boat ever caught on fire, and I’d make sure your family would, too.”

“Jack… the suction of the boat sinking would drag you down, if the temperature of the water doesn’t get to you first.”

“Now the boat’s sinkin’? I thought it was on fire.”

“The fire would burn holes into the side.” David sighed. “This isn’t helping at all.”

Jack looped an arm around David’s neck. “Sorry, Dave. Maybe we should just talk about somethin’ else. Try not to think about that lousy boat anymore.”

“It’s not about the boat though, Jack. It’s more about who was on it.”

“Yeah, I know. I’m just sayin’ there ain’t much use in overthinkin’ it now when it weren’t real to begin with.”

David fidgeted. Jack figured he was most likely imagining the way David seemed to lean into him a little more.

“I guess… I guess you’re right. It’s just–” David paused, fishing for words that weren’t coming easily for once.

Jack took over, “Hard to tell apart what’s real and what ain’t.”

David blinked, a wordless gesture for him to elaborate.

“Sometimes it’s like that when you’re scared.” Jack stared darkly at the curtain opposite.

Putting a voice to old memories was something he had never done sober, and certainly not to David. But Dave was jumpy, wide-eyed and warm. Sparing him a glance he reminded Jack faintly of Les. And if it were Les under his arm right now instead of David, the least Jack could do was try and calm him down. But David wasn’t under the illusion that Jack was a martyr or a cowboy, so it was much harder to look him in the eye while he spoke.

“Dreams can feel like a whole lot more than just dreams. And they can be hard to get outta your system,” Jack continued. “But you gotta try and remember that this is what’s real. And – everything’s okay.”

Jack gave David’s shoulders a squeeze. David nodded and took an unsteady breath. He sat a little straighter when he exhaled.

“You’re right. Yeah,” David said with as much conviction as he could muster. “Everything’s okay.”

The tension had gone. Relieved, Jack gave a low whistle, still mindful of the time. “The Walkin’ Mouth just told me I’m right about somethin’.”

“Shut up,” David snickered. He leaned his head back against the wall and Jack’s shoulder, closing his eyes. “It’s a nice thing to be right about. You should be flattered.”

“Oh, believe me, I am.”

Neither of them said anything for a while. Which was fine by Jack, even though he was hoping to actually talk to David for a while, instead of having David fall asleep on him. Of course David was tired. Jack guessed he probably didn’t do a lot of intermittent panicking throughout the night like himself. He went to sleep at a reasonable hour and made his bed every morning so nobody else would have to do it for him.

“You’re a good guy, Davey,” Jack told him quietly. He didn’t know what possessed him to say it aloud. It just seemed like the right thing to do.

To that, David didn’t say anything. He didn’t even move. Jack leaned his head over David’s, letting his eyes fall shut as well.

#*my writing #writing requests #newsies #newsies 1992 #1992sies #jack kelly #newsies fanfic #newsies fic #fanfiction #david jacobs #javid #92sies #newsies musical

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Chapter; 111 ⎯⎯⎯ ຯ.. The lovetaker!

”Picture a palette of dreamy pastels—blush pinks, soothing lavenders, and minteu greens—creating a visual symphony that reflects O’ serene essence of SoftGirl <3”

𝄞— It such an enchanting world! a whimsical journey into the realm of softness and tranquility, her name is Klavender Chamomiles sparkle like dew-kissed petals at dawn. No need to worries, she already reaches 17 :D with astrologycal zodial Sagittarius as the fire sign, her Myers-Briggs Type Indicator is ENTP-T along with her Enneagram is 4w3 The Enthusiast ៶ ๑‌.. she loves pink stuffs, blue-thingy, also coquette styles so much ｡˃ ᵕ ˂ she adores catto and rabbit! 🐇 she owned both since childhood, in stream of joys; she is a sweet-tooth! she is shy sometimes but have a-million-charms so please don’t hesitate to get closer or chit-chat with her. ✦ ੭

Chapter; 222 ⎯⎯⎯ ຯ.. Now Step In!

”Love-shaped-nails, beautiful, O’ looks coquettish. ribbon-pin on the right-left corner of my head that brightens my aura <3”

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : She could turns 143 into a story! She loves writing, change a person or memories into wors that describe something we can’t talk about. Go.. find her masterpiece at here 🪥🧼 During her break-time, she likes to make something yummie! *nyom-nyom* also painting, singing, and dancing are the activities she repeats everyday ୨୧ ๑‌ ₊ ˚

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : She holding her attention on some self improvement books! She mostly read books from Haemin Sunim, Tere Liye, Alvi Syahrin, and other. Because she opens the possibilities to read every self-improvement nevermind about the author is, as long as it makes her comfortable!

List of books 𖹭 ֹ 𝅼 ⊹

𐚁. It Ends With Us (Colleen H.), On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (Ocean V.), Autumn In Paris (Ilana Tan), Love For Imperfect Things (Haemin Sunim), Jika Kita Tak Pernah Jadi Apa-Apa (Alvi Syahrin), Filosofi Teras (Henry Manampiring), Atomic Habits (James Clear) How To Respect Myself (Yoon Hong Gyun), Di Tanah Lada (Ziggy Z.), Fantasteen (Zigggy Z.), Laut Bercerita (Leila S.), Pride and Prejudice (Jane Austin)

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : Movies or series which matched her interest are from horror genre the most! ˚ ʚ ᗢ ₊ ˚ And.. if someone want give her any recommends romance-comedy or action genres, she wouldn’t mind. {prefers sad ending if it pure romance} She usually watch Asian movies or series in daily __@

List of movies & series ♥︎

𐚁. The Twilight Saga (2008-2012), Five Feet Apart (2019), Me Before You (2016), More Than Blue (2018), Man In love (2021), Clouds (2020), Nice View (2022), Seobok (2021), My Annoying Brother (2018), Gonjiam (2018), Koizora (2007), Death Bell (2008), All The Bright Places (2020), I Give My First Love To You (2009), Love Rosie (2014), City of Fathers (2009), Revenant (2023), Moving (2023), All That We Loved (2018), The Guest (2018), School (2017), Kill It (2019), Hotel del Luna (2019), Sweet Home (2020), Happiness (2021), Sell Your Haunted House (2021), Okaasan Ore Wa Daijoubu (2015), All of Us Are Dead (2022), Oasis (2023), Time (2018), Save Me (2017), Memories of The Alhambra (2018), Let‘s Fight Ghost (2016), Strangers From Hell (2019), and moooore!?

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : She also enjoys cartoons, Barbie-series, and animes as well ^^ List of them which she had watched are; Code Lyoko, Paw Patrol, Doraemon, Naruto Shippuden, Tokyo Ghoul, Scooby Doo, My Little Pony, The Powerpuff Girls, Pororo, Avatar: The Legend of Aang, Oddbods, Spirited Away, Rainbow Ruby, Tom and Jerry, Totoro, Captain Tsubasa, Kiko, Larva, BoboiBoy, Spongebob Squarepants, Cells At Work! ೀ ㅤ۫ㅤ /)／)ㅤ۪

𓇼 ₊ ᳸ ۪ ︵⃨‿⃛ ₊ ୨ 𓈒 🫧 𓈒 ୧ ₊ ‿⃛︵⃨ 𓇼 ₊

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : Notes her music preferences, she likes calming songs along with lullaby melodies 🎀📄 She choose Taylor Swift, NIKI, JVKE, Kodaline, AKMU, Sundial, Girl In Red, Conan Gray, 92914, Colde, Novo Amor, Red Summer, One Direction, Vancouver Sleep Clinic, Olivia Rodrigo, Panic! At The Disco, Geisha, Naif, HIVI, Dewa 19, Nadin Amizah, Tulus, Feby Putri, Idgitaf 🎼🎧 .. II

𐙚♡ 𝅄 ⟋ : Last but not least, we gonna write about her group-stans 👩🏻‍🍳🍰 #%^ so far, she fancy many groups from third-gen until fifth-gen!🤚🏻 here’s the list; NCT especially Dream unit, Red Velvet, Twice, Seventeen, The Boyz, Stray Kids, Enhypen, Gidle, Treasure, NMIXX, ASTRO, Newjeans, Kiss of Life, Zerobaseone, Riize, and other since she is multifandom {freely hype groups} 𖠗 🧸🪄 ۫ 𔓘

”.... 별이 흩날리는 아름다운 밤 – ⭐🍓”

Chapter; 333 ⎯⎯⎯ ຯ.. Furthermore!

‘ 𐚈 .. Before you follow,

Her account contains real-life thingy such as her face, her activities, her school-life, or something related! so please be careful... can you?

Her type of account is unlabeled, so don’t get her wrong if she doesn’t really follows cyber rules :D

She sometime tweets with kinda harshwords, if you find it uncomfortable. Free unfolllow me 🤓

She often rts-qrts cute stuffs, change her layout so chronically, tweeting with English or Bahasa, forget to put any tw/cw on some content might panicking someone. She is so sorry.

At her busy days, she doesn’t pay enough attention to interact with mutuals. 뉸 ㅡ 뉸

’𓇼⠀.. Don’t follow if,

You are zionist, doesn’t care about Cease Fire at Palestine, still using and hyping products which supporting Israel. Please go away.

You are under 14 and over 24, NSFW account.

You are a salty peeps, often brings spill-the-tea and hate threats to someone on your timeline.

You are an ignorant person, don’t want to interact with my tweets even for once.

For LGBTQIA+ phobic, don’t ever come.

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luvly-writer · 1 year

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“But oh…cara mía”

Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader preview

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Author’s note: SO SO SO SO I FINISHED BIIIIIG PART OF THE SKETCH FOR THIS NEW FANFIC AND I JUST HAD TO WRITE A FEW SNIPPETS TO GIVE YOU SOME SORT OF TRAILER FOR WHATS TO COME! OMG I AM HELLA EXCITED. I literally stayed up last night cause sketching the storyline and already have ideas for the songs. This one will be more fanfic that SMAU cause like I said, I am truly motivated to write more but it will still have a few elements of social media au to balance the heavy angst and drama with light hearted fun and fluff! Enjoy!

Taglist: If you also want to stay for the Dick Grayson x Latina! Reader fanfic, there you are most welcomed to! If you don’t, feel free to tell me and I’ll maintain your name for all the Jason Todd x reader related things.

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“Kid, I’ve dealt with all the robins and batgirls, Batman in all his stages and more, trust me ya can’t scare me away easily”

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“What would you truly know of being a fighter, Grayson!?!?! You haven’t died, you weren’t trained from birth, you aren’t a meta, or a prodigy, WHY SHOULD I LISTEN TO YOU?!?!” said Damian harshly, it had been a rough week for all of them, and Damian, oh Damian was being careless with his words because of his anger. Dick got tense and everyone in the cave swore it got colder.

“ I may have not been born a fighter, Damian, but I was crafted by the burn of my survival. A good part of my skill comes from practice. The rest? From the attempts of destruction to my soul” Dick seethed in between teeth.

Damian tensed up at the harsh tone Dick had. Jason’s eyes widened, he hadn’t heard Dick be so cold in years. It reminded him of the fights between Bruce and Dick when he first got here. Tim’s back straightened, knowing that side of Dick very well because of his arrival after Jason’s death, he knew Dick had a darkness within him that only one person was able to soothe. Bruce felt his heart stop. “He hasn’t been like that in a long time…” he said stiff as a board. Alfred placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, “she is here, master Bruce….”

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“I should go apologize to Grays-“

“No..I’ll go” said YN softly

Damian looked at his father, who nodded that her going would be for the best.

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“It is said that when you dance the waltz with the perfect partner, a candle can be held by the two, and the dance will be so smooth that the flame will never blow out.”

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“We have all been through things, YN, you can’t make excuses for him”

“And you can’t use your trauma as an excuse to treat each other like shit!” said the girl sternly, making the other six give her their whole attention, “ I have had it! We ALL have trauma, it’s not fair we make it even worst for each other….”

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“HE WAS MY BROTHER BRUCE! HE KILLED MY BABY BROTHER”

“AND HE WAS MY SON!”

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Grayyyyyysoooooon, it’s time to plaaaay, come on no-

Dick woke up with a jump, hyperventilating, sweating, the shadows danced around him and he felt a pair of eyes on him. He panicked even more, feeling as if Slade had come back and his breathes started getting shorter,

“Hey hey hey, sh sh sh sh Dick it’s alright, you’re home, you’re safe, I’m right here” YN said reassuringly

“I keep seeing him in the shadows, he is still there, he is coming back”

“Dick look at me” she says grabbing his face in her hands “he will not harm you, for as long as there is breathe in my lungs okay?” She reassured him and he nods softly, her presence always calming him

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“YN and I don’t have anything between us, we aren’t even friends, just coworkers who happen to have an understanding”

“That sounds like friends with benefits, Dick” said Steph muffling her laughter

“WE ARENT! I can assure you there is nothing romantic OR SEXUAL -STOP LOOKING AT ME THAT WAY- between us!” He finished giving a pointed look at Steph and Jason, who were holding back their laughter with a smug grin

“Never?”

“Never.”

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“UGHHHH BARBARA LO ODIO LO ODIO LO ODIO!!!” said the young girl sobbing in her friends arms, “I HATE HIM! I HATE HIM!!!” she wailed and little by little her sobs started to subdue, “oh…querida mía..how I love him” she said softly. Barbara could only look at her with sympathy and stroke her hair as her friend calmed down from her cries, “I know sweetie, I know”

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“You know, I wanted to hate you, resent you for being so perfect, almost like heaven sent you from above for him, but I couldn’t….not when you always were so you…so sweet and kind with me and everyone, I couldn’t”

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Hope you guys are as excited as I am!

I had to scratch the itch of simply writing something out and showing you guys before I finished “you are my sunshine” (which writing the part has been so difficult since I got so excited for this one and just needed to write something out to get you just as excited as I am AND because I don’t want to say good bye to the story since I love it so much but at las, little by little it has to end ;-;)

[it doesn’t have tags yet because it’s only a preview, once i start the story as a whole, the tags will begin ]

ALL MY LOVE

-you lovely writer

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Before being picked up by the nautiloid, Tav and her pirate crew took on their biggest heist yet. Accompanied by Tommic and his band of cut throats, Tav finds herself in hot water as they discover the cargo they are looking for are actually Netherstones.

This is the backstory I came up with for my Tav with elements and references to the game that I would love to elaborate on further with more fics. Hope you like it!

Tav looked southbound across the vast open sea in a rare moment of calm. The skies were clear, clinging to daylight while the sun moved slowly below the horizon. The ocean rocked her ship gently like a mother rocks a cradle. It was the type of time that her Captain referred to as “the in-betweens,” no duties or work, just letting the wind carry them north. She rubbed a cracked palm across the side of her faithful wooden companion, the rust of the nails tickled her fingers and left brown specs in her skin. Despite age taking its toll on the ship, she could think of no better place to be. The vessel had been her home for nearly twenty years.

A bell tolled from the crow’s nest waking her from her daze. She looked up to see her crewman Marx descending from the ship's rickety ladder in surprising speed given his stout nature.

“We got three ships coming our way. Two frigates and a galleon.” He said as he descended. “Banner is Flaming Fist. Could be the cargo Cap’n is after.”

Tav shook her head. “Our lead said the ship would be a cutter with no banner. These are just decoys to throw us off.”

The crewman fished a dirty cloth from his shirt pocket and wiped the sweat from his brow. He spoke between heavy breaths with worry in his tone. “Cutter must be close then if we’re seeing decoys and all. Maybe we should switch directions, swing wide so they don’t see us.”

“No need to throw ourselves off course, but we should use discretion. They will be on the lookout for pirates.” Tav replied.

She thrust her arms over the side of the ship and uttered the words “Dai’torna.” A thick mist poured out from her palms, wrapping itself around the ship and blanketing them in a gray cloud. She held her posture, closing her eyes to make sure nothing broke her concentration until the Fist’s vessels passed, detouring away from the ominous fog. When the danger had passed, she broke the spell, allowing the cloud to rapidly evaporate.

She turned to see Marx had not left her side. He had a wondrous look across his face as he often had when he watched her do magic. His reaction roused a subtle smile from within her.

“We best tell the cap’n, and that Tommic fella.” His face scrunched into a grimace as he spoke Tommic’s name. She exhaled sharply, sharing his feelings of discontent. The crew had been playing host to Tommic and his crew for only a week, but the animosity between the parties felt like decades of discourse.

As Tav and Marx entered the captains’ quarters, they took in the warm smell of sandalwood incense. The room was a stark contrast to the rest of the ship. It was spacious and well decorated with velvet red curtains over the portholes and a large soft bed covered in furs. In the center was a round wooden table with delicate plates filled with stale oatcakes and dried meat.

Captain Uto leaned over a map, a cherrywood pipe hanging loosely from his lips and a furrowed brow atop his dark inquisitive eye. Next to him was Tommic. He was a small man with greasy black hair and sharp fingernails that he dug into the surface, indenting nail marks into Captain Uto’s mahogany desk. He barked orders at Uto with a high nasally voice, spit flying from his mouth across the map.

“We are meant to be partners, you swine! Listen to me when I tell you that you are risking far too much!”

Uto didn’t flinch at the man's insults. He spoke softly and calmly, as if soothing a child from a tantrum.

“I assure you, lad. I want this as much as you do. We have gotten this far, tracked the ship all the way from Waterdeep. You must trust me just a little longer. I will get us that cargo.”

Uto removed his pipe from his mouth and glanced up at his crewmen. Both Marx and Tav straightened their backs as he looked them over.

“Status?” said Uto in a staccato fashion.

“Just passed three Fist ships going south.” Tav answered. “Two frigates and a galleon.”

Tommic’s eyes went wide. “Then we're getting close. We need to decide how we will proceed.”

The captain nodded. “Fist ships are fast and agile, but they happen to have weak portholes. The window protrudes out and the locks are flimsy little things. It will be easy enough to sneak a few dinghies through the water, tie down our boats, and lockpick our way in.”

“No, no no!” Tommic said frantically. “I will not trust the success of this mission on your ability to pick a lock! We need to ambush them! We have the manpower and plenty of cannons, Let's show them our teeth!”

“If this ship has the type of cargo, you say it does, it will have backup close by. I’ve dealt with these ships before. We will be in and out before they even know what hit them.”

“You had better be right.” Tommic huffed. “If we waste this chance, I will cut off your head and allow my crew to feast on your flesh.”

Both Marx and Tav clenched their fists, anxiously waiting for their Captain’s next move. Uto merely laughed and slapped the man on the back in a display of friendship.

“By this time tomorrow, we will be on our way to Baldur’s Gate for the biggest payout of our lives. Marx, please see Tommic back to his quarters, I’d like to eat dinner with my daughter now.”

Marx acquiesced, leaving with Tommic by his side. The captain shut the door behind them, pressing his head against the wood as his anger came back to him.

“It will be a fine day when I can stop playing nice with that worm. A fine day indeed.”

Tav sat down and began gnawing on a strip of dried meat. With a mouthful of food, she asked. “What exactly is it on this ship?”

Uto shrugged, grabbing a hidden jar of plum preserve he’d been saving for a special occasion and placing it between them. “Some rare types of ore from what I can tell. I don’t rightly care what it is, Tommic’s buyer is willing to pay us enough gold to set us all up for a long time.”

Tav tried to mask her uncertainty by shoving an oat cake in her mouth. Crumbly bits of the dry biscuit peppered her clothes and the ground below her. Despite this, Uto saw through her.

“Out with it. What’s that look for?”

She swallowed the dry ship’s biscuit and wiped away the crumbs from her mouth. “That man is willing to risk everyone's lives in an ambush with the Flaming Fist. In the short time he’s been on our ship he has shown himself to be unhinged and lacking respect. Why should we trust him?”

“I don’t trust him.” Uto admitted. “But I know one thing for sure, whatever it is on that cutter, he doesn’t just want it…he needs it. Once it's in our hands he will pay exactly what he promised us.” Uto inhaled deeply on his pipe, exhaling the warm smell of tobacco.

“And if you’re wrong?” Tav asked tentatively.

Uto’s eyes darted up at her. He was not a fan of others questioning his decision making, however Tav was his blind spot. The memory of the frail child she once was, with soaked black hair and bright blue eyes staring up at him like a scared doe, never left his mind. He patted her hand in reassurance. “Trust me, my girl. I’ve never been wrong before, and I don’t plan to start now.”

“Never?” She said coyly. “What about that time we were stranded Delselar with nothing but the clothes on our back?”

“I got the ship back in the end, didn’t I? Besides, it was you who trusted those wood-elves in the first place.”

“Because you told me to.” she argued.

Uto laughed, spitting bits of his dinner across the table. “We’ll be alright, my girl. We’ll be alright.”

Tav leaned back in her seat full of their dinner, she placed her own pipe between her teeth and lit it. “Exactly How much gold are you expecting from this shipment anyways?”

“Enough for the crew to take an extended stay at the Blushing Mermaid and a feast filled with roast chickens, fresh vegetables, fruit pies, wine, brandy, maybe some lamb shanks while we’re at it.”

“So, enough gold for us to get fat and piss drunk…hardly seems worth it in my opinion, even for lamb shanks.”

“There is one other thing.” Uto said with a smirk. “Go to my desk, there is a parchment in the left-hand drawer.”

Tav put her pipe down and did as she was told, opening the desk drawer to discover a tri-folded parchment, a wax seal hanging loosely from the top. She recognized the insignia embedded within the wax; a ship surrounded by ivy.

“Garrett Ivy?” She asked.

“Best ship-smith in the seven realms.”

“I thought he hated us.”

“Garrett is a fine businessman; he doesn’t let petty grievances get in the way of a good deal.”

“We stole two of his ships and sold them to smugglers…he tried to stab you with a kitchen knife.”

“And I’ve since forgiven him for that, now quit stalling and open the bloody letter.”

Tav returned to the table and unfolded the parchment flat between them. sail plans of vessels. It was a brig, built for speed and scouting from a distance. The ship's design was modified to the captain’s request, with gaff rigging on the mainsails and a larger hull for extra crew. A note with few words came attached to the sail plans.

It'll be ready come winter. Don’t fuck me on this.

- Garrett

Tav continued to study the schematics while taking fingers full of plum preserve.

“It’s a clever design. But I wonder how fast she’ll be with the additional weight. the rear mast seems a bit large, might get away with making it smaller...”

“Never mind that…do you like it?”

“Sure, but it’s nothing compared to the Hawks Feet.”

“It’ll be better than the Hawks Feet.” He admitted. “With a better captain too.”

Her eyes met his gaze, he’d grown serious in his countenance. There was a deafening silence as Tav began to understand what it was he meant.

“You mean me?” She asked.

“Yes…This is your ship to lead, my girl.”

She shook her head, pushing the parchment as far away from her as possible. “My ship? Are you insane? I can’t be captain!”

Uto pushed it right back. “And why not?”

“Because it makes no sense! There are people on this crew who have sailed more years than I’ve been alive. Pearly Paul and Fitch have been by your side since the day this ship first touched water. Give one of them a ship! Not me!”

Uto turned to her, placing one of her sticky jam covered hands in his. “My girl, you were born to be a captain. You know everything there is to know about sailing, inside and out. You can identify a vessel by the way it rides the waves alone. Beyond that, you’ve shown good judgment, far better than Pearly Paul or Fitch, and -on rare occasions- better than me. Best of all, you are respected. The crew trust you and they will follow your lead. You will make an incredible captain. Now, humor me and take the bloody ship.” Tav went silent in both fear and excitement as she looked over the parchment once more.

“My ship, My ship.” She repeated. “But what will you do once the crew and I are gone?”

“Sell the Hawks Feet, take what gold I have left and retire somewhere peaceful…maybe I’ll try my hand at farming.”

Tav laughed at the thought, Uto was hardly the type for simple living. She watched as he retrieved a brown flask embellished with gold filled with fine brandy from his jacket pocket, uncorked the flask and held it before her. “To Captain Tav.” He took a large swig and passed the bottle to her proudly.

She sipped the fiery liquid and raised the flask back to him. “And to Uto, the farmer.”

As the evening dragged on, Tav found herself on the top deck alongside Marx and several of her crew in a makeshift celebration to their soon to be captain. Wood Eye, the ship's navigator, uncorked a rare whisky they’d been holding on to for special occasions while the ship's gunner, Goose, dealt hands of Three Dragon Ante. Fitch and Pearly Paul sat on either side of her, patting her on the back like proud uncles, occasionally regaling the group with embarrassing stories of Tav’s youth. The group cackled at limericks, fighting off the frigid cold with liquor and pipe weed.

“Here’s one.” Marx said while clearing his throat.

“I was sweet on a girl from Berdusk

Who had a very strange musk.

Turns out she was hag,

And wanted more than a shag.

Now my sweetie has made me a husk.”

The group burst into laughter, slapping the man on the back in glee. Tav felt a sense of bliss in the moment. These people were more than a hodge podge crew of pirates and vagrants, they were her family.

“I’ve got a good one.” She said,

“I met a lad down at the inn,

Who wanted to take me for a spin.

We went at it all night,

But in the daylight,

Turns out that he was my kin.”

Howls of laughter erupted from her crew; they stamped their feet boisterously with tears in their eyes. From the shadows appeared three men from Tommic’s crew. Two drow elves and a human who smirked at them with an air of superiority. It was the human who spoke for them. A tall lanky gentleman with crooked teeth, gapped and protruding awkwardly.

“I thought the plan was to move quietly. You’ll wake the dead with the way you pigs are squeelin’. Honestly, if the Fist do find us, they may just mistake you all for swine and cook you for dinner.”

“Don’t worry, if anyone dies, we’ll give them a proper burial with the headstones you call teeth.” Marx quipped.

The man scowled at the group, his fingers trembling against his dagger. Tav interjected, remembering the way Captain Uto approached Tommic.

“Come now, no need to fight, gentleman. We’ve seen no ships for hours. The crow’s nest will alert us well before anyone catches wind we are here.” She extended a hand, gesturing for them to join. “Stay for a round? Assuming you have gold to lose, Wood Eye is on a bit of a hot streak.”

After a pregnant pause, the three sat down alongside the group. She could feel the tempers rise from her crewman and mouthed the words ‘play nice’ to them to calm them down. The cards were dealt, and the bottles continued to rotate although more slowly than they had before. The pipe came to her, and she placed it to her lips, inhaling deeply. The tobacco had a subtle taste of bitter chocolate and hemp. As she extended the pipe to the man she asked. “What's your name?”

“Jasper.” he said curtly.

“Good to have you on board, Jasper.”

He remained unphased by her kindness. He took a hit from the pipe and held it in as he spoke. “Been awhile since I’ve seen a warlock.” he exhaled, aiming the smoke in her direction.

“How did you know?” she asked.

“That display with the fog earlier. Figure, You're not some stuffy wizard type. Those sods cast spells all prim and proper like the books tell’em to. And you sure as shit aint a sorcerer. They are far too rich to be caught dead in a pirate vessel unless they were here for ransom. wizards and sorcs earn their magic, either by blood or by book…When you meet them, they never seem to shut up about it. But not warlocks, warlocks are secretive about their magic. They have to be, lest the beasty behind the curtain gets mad at them. “You ain't said nothin’ about your little party tricks, so I reckon you must be a warlock.”

He inhaled the pipe again before passing it, this time blowing the smoke directly at her. She forced a smile despite her temper rising.

“That’s very perceptive of you.”

He continued. “It’s in the way you cast too…There's a touch of chaos to it. I could feel it. It’s like a dark aura that comes from inside, a desperation that only a warlock would have.”

“Desperation?” Marx repeated. “You best be careful lad, you are a guest on this ship, and you're walking a fine line.”

“Well, the way I sees it, it’s either desperation or stupidity to sign a contract with a monster for magic.”

Fitch reached for his weapon, but Tav pressed her hand into his chest to stop him.

“It’s all right. I take no issue with his assessments. I rather like the idea of having a “dark aura” about me. Perhaps if more people thought like Jasper, I'd get more tail in pubs.”

“So, what's the story?” He asked indignantly. “Who's the lucky patron to claim your soul? A devil? A demon? Let us know now so we can avoid the surprise when a hell spawn comes bursting out of the shadows looking for penance.”

She sighed, seeing there was no way out of his interrogation. “Well…Captain tells the story much better than I, but I'll do my best. Sixteen years ago, Uto was sailing from the Moonshae Isles back to Amn when a massive storm rolled through. He says it was the worst storm he’s seen in all his ages of sailing, winds and waves thrashing the boat so hard the crew could barely stand up. Apparently, the ship was near some small island called Ithbin or Ethbor…something like that. The captain decided to lower the sails and keep the ship far enough from the island to avoid collision but close enough where they could swim to shore in case the boat capsized. Well, while the crew is fighting this storm, he sees a bright blue light pulsing out of the water near this rocky patch of shoreline. He gets this overwhelming sensation, like he is being bewitched by this light. He says the air began to smell like sage and honey, and he heard a woman’s voice in the back of his mind, pleading with him to come help her.”

“Anyways, despite his better judgment, the captain gave the order to raise the sails and started moving towards this blue light. I don’t know the details but by the grace of the gods, he manages to get to the light and quickly deploys the anchor before wind could carry them into the rocks. When he looks out over the bow, he sees it isn’t a light at all. It’s this beautiful glowing fey creature with long sapphire hair and bright blue eyes that shimmered against the water. In her arms was a child-no older than five-out cold and soaked to the bone. The fey floats up out of the water to the bow, places this child into the boat and starts demanding that the captain take care of this child. Well, Uto wasn’t keen on the idea, but he felt it wasn’t in his best interest to pick a fight with a fey in the middle of a giant storm, so he agrees and the fey just disappears into the mist, leaving this child in his care.”

“That child was me…obviously. I awoke once the storm had passed with no recollection of anything save slipping into a raging river. He had all intention of dropping me off at a monastery once we reached Amn. That changed when he found out I had inherited the fey’s magic, he decided I’d be a good fit for his crew. I’m grateful for that, I don’t think I would have made a very good priest. Too much chanting and bowing for my liking.”

Jasper narrowed his eyes to her. He placed his cards down allowing the came to carry on without him.

“So, this fey is your patron? What happened to her?” he asked.

“Don’t know…I’ve never actually met her; I just feel her. It’s like she's always somewhere in the mist watching over me.” Tav paused, taking a moment to feel her patron. The air around her turned warm and inviting, the sweet scent of sage and honey mysteriously engulfed her. She heard the faint hum of a lullaby, one that no one else but her could hear.

Jasper clenched his jaw in bitterness. “So, you just get magic, no consequences? No contract? No training of any sort? All because some shiny bitch fished you out of a river?”

Tav nodded her head coyly at him. “It seems I do, doesn’t it?”

Unsatisfied with this answer, he left without another word. As he stomped away, his drow companion followed suit.

The game continued, although Tav departed for bed not long after Jasper. She laid in her bunk alone, continuing to feel the warm air around her caressing her face lovingly. The warm scent of her patron continued to fill her nostrils, she was protected, she was at peace. As long as her patron was there, she would be alright.

She awoke to the hushed voices of her crewmen gathering supplies. The group scuttled quietly across the lower decks; stumbling into one another as they frantically dressed and stuffed their pockets with knives, lockpicks, and sleeping potions. Tav knew in an instant the cutter was found and sprang from her bed and began filling every available pocket as they had. Once they were full, she placed a sheathed rapier on her back and covered herself in a thick black cloak with the hood up.

Uto and Tommic were already at the bow when she arrived. They were hushed, clutching their spyglasses tightly until their knuckles were white. From a distance she could see a dull amber light flickering across the waters with incredible speed. She removed her own spyglass from her coat pocket and watched as the object of their desire burst through waves with ease, a small single mast ship with no banner in sight. An unusual sickly feeling swelled up in her stomach all at once. The smell of her patron became pungent and her usually docile song echoed loudly in her mind like a wail. She dismissed the sensation as nerves but remained aware of its presence.

“Exactly as described” Tommic muttered “and with no other ships in sight.”

“That you can see, lad.” Uto replied “You never know what lies beyond the horizon. Stick to the plan.”

He removed his spyglass, turning to leave and beckoning Tav to his side for orders. “Have the crew prep two dinghy’s then position the ship southwest of the cutter. Tommic and I will take the first group, you take the second.”

She nodded and hurried across the decks to assist her crew with positioning, the discomfort of her patron not far from her mind. The cutter proved faster than they had anticipated, the amber lights of their torches grew larger, and the whites of the sails were now visible against the blackened sky. If they did not move quickly, they would be spotted; Tav shuttered to think of the fight a losing an opportunity of this magnitude would create amongst the rival crews.

Uto and Tommic hurried with their crew to a set of large dhingys hanging above the choppy waters, ready to be lowered.

“Come from an angle to the starboard side, they're less likely to see you that way.” Uto commanded.

“That ship is fast, are you sure we can catch them?” Tav asked.

“Of course, we can, we’ve got our strongest rowers. Remember, knives and poisons only, no magic.”

As he descended into the boat, the sickly feeling in her stomach came back now accompanied by chills down her spine. Her patron’s smells of sage and honey turned sour and metallic. Her song turned to incoherent whispers in the back of Tav’s mind, overlapping each other with such intensity it made her head pound. As the sensation faded, she looked upon her captain with the same uncertainty he’d seen in his quarters. Before she could say anything, he grasped her shoulder and squeezed.

“Just do as I say, lass. Keep your wits about you.”

She gave Uto a quick nod, shaking the fear from her body.

“Aye, sir.”

With three pulls to the ropes, the dhingys hit the water setting sail under the cover of darkness. Tav’s group swung wide towards the starboard side as instructed while their captain rowed straight for the ship. She watched through her spyglass as Uto and Tommic’s crew grew closer to the ship. Tommic’s men rowed in perfect synchronicity building speed quickly, but it was still nothing compared to the speed of the cutter. Her own crew worked hard to close the gap between them and their captain as beads of sweat rained down from their bodies. Uto and company approached the ship first, the dhingy bobbed violently in the wake of the cutter making it difficult for him to wrap a rope around the portholes. There was precious little time for them to make their move and the cutter was now downwind, picking up speed beyond what their tired rowers could contend with.

“Change directions, swing portside.” She commanded.

“What? They’ll see us.” Said Pearly Paul.

“Not if you're fast enough…Just do it.”

With what strength they had left, the crew turned and attempted to cross in front of the cutter. Tav dove her hand in the frigid waters and spoke firm yet quiet.

“Lackia.”

Large and jagged ice rafts began emerging from the water, trailing behind them like celestial dust against the darkness of the sea. She watched and listened as the cutter abruptly raised the sails and began to turn away from them the icy waters and towards the captains dhingy. The ship slowed just enough for him to grab a hold of the porthole and tie their boat to the side of the cutter. She breathed a sigh of relief as they continued traveling portside.

Soon the windows of the cutter were within their reach. Tav stood on the wobbly boat and grabbed the porthole with both hands, tying her own rope tightly around the metal of the porthole. she peered inside to a darkened armory, the open mouth of cannons stared back at her eye level. She pressed her fingers in where the window met the wood and pinched the metal lock with her thumb and forefinger.

“Ready yourselves, this won't be subtle.” she instructed.

As the crew grasped hold of their vials of sleep potions, Tav spoke her incantation. “Ignis.”

The metal around the porthole grew red with such intense heat that the glass of the window cracked like a spiderweb. She released the metal and bashed her elbow through the fragile glass. The group entered, quickly diving behind boxes of ammunition and gunpowder ready for a fight. After a moment of silence from all sides they breathed easier.

Tav sheathed her rapier once more. “Start looking through cargo, when you find the ore, bring it straight to the captain, don’t say anything to anyone else.”

Her men obeyed and began slinking across the lower decks for cargo, sleep potion in hand for the first sight of movement. Tav uncorked her own vial as she made her way across the armory and down a narrow hallway. She paused, noticing the ship seemed curiously new. The floorboards had no wear of any kind and there was a faint smell of fresh varnish. She rubbed her hands across the walls to feel the smooth sanded wood, no slivers, or rusted nails in sight.

While distracted, a man dressed in red and gray armor of the Flaming Fist appeared around the corner, stopping in his tracks, and readying his sword.

“Who are you?” He yelled. “Ay! We’ve got- “

Before he could finish, she splashed the vial of sleep potion into his eyes. The poison overtook him, causing him to fall limp against the floor with a loud thump. She turned, hoping to make her escape but found herself wrapped in the arms of another soldier who squeezed tightly around her neck.

“Stowaways! Sound the alarms!” The soldier yelled.

She kicked and flailed trying to escape but was outmatched by his strength. As the air left her body and her vision began to blur, she thought of the dozens of spells that could have helped her in this moment if she could only make the words.

Suddenly his grip loosened. She heard a muffled cry before the two of them collapsed to the ground in a heap. The faint smell of sleep potion wafted from his face.

“You alright, lass?” She heard from above her.

Captain Uto pulled her up by her cloak while She gasped for air. “Yes, sir.” she panted. “But he warned the others.”

“They’re already down. We’re dropping anchor, the ship is ours for now.” Uto placed a damp rag back in his pocket, the foul scent of sleep potion tucked away with it. “That was risky what you did out there. I told you no magic.”

“You also said I had good judgment.” Tav replied.

“And I’m beginning to regret saying that considering you nearly let that soldier kill you.”

Tav bit her lip, wanting to defend herself but knowing he could have been right were it not for Uto’s intervention. “Well, you couldn’t keep up with the cutter, I needed to do something.”

“Fair enough.” Uto admitted “But no more.”

“No promises, sir.”

They entered the cargo bay, which was already being turned over by their crew. The group rummaged through containers half filled with cheap bottles of alcohol and random assortments of rice, barley, and chewing tobacco. No valuables in sight. Uto smoothed down the edges of his mustache as he contemplated, looking around at just how clean and empty the ship had been. Tav informed Uto of her observations of the ship's pristine condition.

“Ay, good eye, lass. This ship was built special for this journey. Cargo must be hidden then. Search the walls and the floorboard.”

After a few moments of the crew knocking and prying at each board, they found what they were looking for. A loose panel with a thin transparent wire strung around it and back within the bowels of the ship. Uto carefully snipped the wire and removed the board revealing a small ornate chest surrounded entirely in smoke powder and two flint strikers ready to ignite with the pull of the thread. Tav felt the fear return to her body as Uto lifted the chest free of the explosives. The foul metallic smell returned so pungent she could taste it on her tongue.

“Gods, there's enough powder to blow the entire rig sky high. They were ready to die for this.” Uto remarked.

He dug his knife into the keyhole of the chest and thrust the blade outward, breaking the lock off. Inside were three jagged crystals that pulsated shiny red lights across the velvet interior of the chest. The magic within the stones was so potent the crew could taste the magic on their tongues. It was bitter and musty but left an energetic feeling in their stomachs as if bees had nested within them.

“What are they?” Marx asked.

“I’ve no idea.” Uto replied in wonder. “But I see now that we may be in over our heads.”

He slammed the box shut and tucked it into his pack, His mood more irritable than it had been. He urged his crew to check once more for anything of value before returning to the top deck where the Hawks Feet would be waiting for them. Tav stuck close by him, her entire body filled with dread as her patron began to cry and wail. She knew the stones were the source of her fear, they filled her with an overwhelming urge to run as fast as she could back to the Haws feet but forced herself to stay in lock step with her captain, fearing what they would do to him if left unattended.

As they began ascending to the bow of the ship, the metallic smell returned to her, only now Uto smelled it too. He paused his steps and sniffed wildly. They heard a faint dripping sound from above them, their faces became speckled with the sticky substance dripping between the floorboards above. Uto grazed his hands across his face to inspect the liquid, they had both been covered in blood. When they reached the top deck, they found puddles of it pooling from the sliced bodies of the Fist soldiers they had knocked out, with Tommic and his men proudly wielding drenched daggers checking to make sure each one was in fact dead.

“What the hells are you doing!” Uto yelled in a panic. “You didn’t have to kill them! they were unconscious!”

Tommic simply laughed, wiping his sticky blades on his pants then placing them back in their sheath. “What do a few dead Fist matter to you? What happened to the ruthless pirates of old?”

“Kill a few and guarantee yourself a thousand more. The Fist do not show mercy when it comes to fallen kin!”

“Gods, you’re softer than I thought. I am not worried about amateur guardsmen, swine. Who is going to find us when everyone who would turn us in is dead!”

It was then that Tav noticed Tommic’s men had begun to crowd the two of them, blocking their escape to the Hawks Feet with weapons still drawn. She removed her rapier, tapping Uto with her foot to warn him. From the lower decks they heard the clanging of steel, however they were too overwhelmed to do anything save hope for their crew’s victory. The captain turned red in anger, eyeing the group of six that had surrounded him and his daughter. He reached his hand in his bag grabbing the cargo they had worked so hard to obtain and thrust his arm over the railing. He watched as Tommic winced.

“What have we stolen? Why were these men willing to die for it? Tell me right now, or I will show you the kind of ruthless pirate I can be!” Uto demanded.

“Nether Stones, from the ancient city of Netheril.” Tommic said with a devious smile. “We are going to rebuild the world.”

Both Tav and Uto’s eyes went wide. Netheril, the ancient floating city whose power knew no bounds. The empire that grew so powerful and proud its people attempted to ascend to godhood before collapsing from its own hubris. Uto couldn’t be sure if Tommic was telling the truth, or if he was simply a madman. Either way he refused to find out.

“You're a bloody lunatic. Far worse than I had imagined. I’d sooner sink something of this kind of power than to trust it in the hands of you.”

As his hand released the chest over the water, a clap of thunder erupted with such force it blew Tav and Uto from their feet, blowing the chest with them which scattered the stones across the deck. She could hear nothing for a moment save an intense ringing in her ear. When she opened her eyes, she could see Jasper standing above them. His hands crackled with magic, not that of a wizard or sorcerer, but the chaotic eldritch type of magic that only the desperate could obtain. Tommic quickly gathered in his pockets as he ran to board the Hawks Feet.

Uto rose and ran after him, daggers in each hand attacking anyone that came close. Jasper mouthed another spell, but this time she blocked it with a wall of pure radiant magic that arched around them in a brilliant golden hue. She thought for a moment they could make it if she could shield them long enough for Uto to get to the ship, but when three of Tommic’s men ran at her, she dropped the shield and let loose a bolt of lightning that chained from man to man, killing them all. She heard as Jasper let out another incantation and braced for its impact yet felt nothing. When she turned back, she watched in horror as her captain laid still on the ground, an icicle spear sticking out from his eye, his face contorted and glazed over in death.

She fell to her knees beside him, trembling and exhausted, surrounded, waiting for the spell that would end her life. Jasper gnashed his crooked teeth together in excitement, reveling in his inevitable victory when the smell of honey and sage filled the air. A blue glow appeared above her, that morphed into a beautiful woman with misty blue skin and sapphire hair. Tav watched wide eyed as her patron launched a whip of water that wrapped around Jasper’s legs and pulled him to the ground. With the attention now off Tav, she took the moment to try and run to the Hawks Feet, but Jasper let out another wave of thunder, knocking her clean off her feet and down the flight of stairs to the lower decks.

For a moment everything went black. She laid breathless and in pure agony, as she tried to move but the pain of broken ribs was too much to bear. The smell of blood surrounded her, not hers, but of Marx who laid next to her cold and white as a ghost. Pearly Paul’s body was not far from them, laying in a crumpled heap across spilled boxes of rice. She recognized Finch’s tunic, he was laying limp face down on top of one of Tommic’s men, a dagger sticking out of back.

She wasn’t sure how long she had laid there, only that the commotion on the top deck quieted. There were sounds muffled voices and footsteps could be heard as they hurried to leave. With some effort, she turned her broken body to face the smoke powder residing on the other side of the cargo bay. She closed her eyes, praying for forgiveness to whichever gods would listen, then spoke her incantation as she had so many times before.

“Ignis”

There was nothing, not even a spark of magic left in her. She searched her mind for her patron, there was nothing; no singing, no wailing, nothing but silence and death surrounded her, as she heard Tommic’s crew board her faithful wooden companion. She closed her eyes again, now committed to dying amongst her family.

She was almost gone when she felt herself jerked awake by the shoes of a woman with green skin and a purple cloak. She nudged Tav’s shoulder with her shoe roughly and listened as Tav groaned in pain.

“Unbelievable.” She said, “We’ve got a live one.”

It was morning by the time they found her, a faint ray of sunlight shined down from the top deck illuminating the woman in glorious light like an angel. She knelt in the blood and rested her hands on Tav’s chest. An orange ray of magic flowed from her hands into Tav’s body. Slowly the pain in her chest melted away, she felt her strength come back to her.

“My name is Counsellor Florrick. We will be taking you back to Baldur’s Gate.”

“Thank you.” Tav uttered in a raspy voice.

“I wouldn’t thank me just yet.” The woman replied curtly. “Unless you can tell me what happened to the stones, we won’t be friends for much longer.”

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Lost hero IX- Breisa

Demigod baggage

Word count: 2625

Warnings: Cursing, teenagers been teenagers, angst, demigod problems, panic attacks, etc

Summary: The prophecy has begun, Breisa and the ther try to figure out the game plan. Although Breisa can't seem to focus when they are up so high, and she's feeling things that she's never felt before Likes ❤️, Reblogs🔁, and comments 💬 very much appreciated!

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"Breisa, relax!" Piper said from behind her, trying to soothe her as she cursed, “It really isn’t that bad.”

“Speak for yourself!” She refused to look up from the metal seat that she gripped like a lifeline. “Oh dios, por favor, no me dejes caer a mi muerte.”

Despite the seats being high-tech saddles and a safety harness strap snug around her waist, she still felt the pull of gravity tempting her to the ground.

“I…uh…I don’t think praying will help….you’re praying to the wrong guy.” Jason called from all the way back.

“Jason, not helping!” Piper hissed at him.

“Sorry sorry. I am just.. well technically she should be praying to the gods. Since they—” Jason started, but cut himself off by their glares. “Never mind.”

“Since when can you understand Spanish?” Breisa asked, trying to keep herself distracted.

Jason winced and held his head, “I uh…I don’t know? I mean I understand some words. But I don’t know why.”

Breisa hummed shakily, “Maybe you knew someone who spoke it.”

“Maybe…” Jason looked off into the skyline, his thoughts running a mile a minute.

Out of nowhere Festus lurched up, Breisa lost her grip and flew forward. She squealed “¡Hijo de puta!” and latched onto the closest thing to keep her balance—which happened to be Leo’s waist.

“Oof!” He grunted in discomfort, “Watch it princesa! Carrying precious cargo here!” He shrugged her off and readjusted the tool belt. Causing him to let go of the reins steering Festus.

The dragon swayed off balance to the left.

“Don’t call me that! And can you watch where you’re going?!” Breisa chidded and latched her arms into his shoulders.

“Hey, who's the genius that single handly repaired this dragon?” Leo asked with pride.

She stayed silent with a deadpan look on her face.

“Me. That’s who.” Leo smiled smugly at her.

“No seas tan galito.” Breisa squeezed his shoulders.

“You’re one to talk.” He grumbled, and shrugged her off again.

Breisa placed her hands back on the side of the metal sides, noticing her hands were now smeared with grease. She didn’t care much, as long as she didn’t slip.

She would have talked more to get a rise out of him; but with the events of last night, she chose not to.

Breisa had already said enough. Leo felt, as weird as that sounded from her, annoyed enough.

Jason cleared his throat and said, “So this sky view is pretty cool.” To clear the tension.

Breisa forced herself to look up, instead of down. She had to admit it the gray winter clouds and the sun shining among the organ and pink sky was pretty cool.

Long island had disappeared a while ago, now they sailed over what she believed to be Connecticut. She’s only known California and Nevada, cut her some cut her some slack, will ya?.

Leo grinned back at Jason and Piper. “Definitely, Cool.”

“What if we get spotted?” Piper asked.

“The Mist,” Jason said. “ Something about mortals not seeing it. Breisa knows.”

“Right.” She agreed turning to them. “It keeps mortals from seeing magic things. If they spot us, they’ll probably mistake us for a small plane or something.”

Piper stared at her. “You sure about that?”

“No,” Breisa admitted.

Piper looked to Jason like ‘What the fuck?!’

Breisa wondered why she couldn’t be good at comfort lying.

Piper then asked, “Where are we heading?”

“To find the god of the North Wind,” Jason answered, “And chased storm spirits.”

Breisa felt her stomach drop a bit.

‘Just freakin’ peachy.’ She thought as they continued to speed through the clouds.

–

As they rose past Connecticut, Breisa was trying to keep herself calm.

But keeping herself collected was very hard. Especially since they were about a few hundred feet in the air, and looking for trouble. Not to mention they were on an old creaky metal dragon—that leaked oil every once and a while.

‘This can’t get worse? Can it?’ Breisa thought to herself.

‘Well, the control disk could bust,’ Leo answered out of nowhere. ‘Festus could eat you.’

Breisa froze. She was pretty sure she heard Leo’s voice. But he wasn’t looking at her. Or moving his lips.

‘Hearing voices now. Definitely losing oxygen. Or going crazy.’ She criticized herself with shaky breaths, ‘Can’t I be normal—Nope don’t go there, we are way past normal. Beyond weird.”

“Shut up, me,” Leo said aloud.

“What?” Breisa asked.

“Nothing,” he said. “Long night. I think I’m hallucinating. It’s cool.”

Breisa could feel herself and the others tense at his words.

“Just joking.” Leo coughed defensively. “So what’s the plan, bro? You said something about catching wind, or breaking wind, or something?”

As they flew over New England, Jason laid out the game plan: First, find some guy named Boreas and grill him for information—

“His name is Boreas?” Leo had to ask. “What is he, the God of Boring?”

Breisa rolled her eyes.

Second, Jason continued, they had to find those venti that had attacked them at the Grand Canyon—

“Can we just call them storm spirits?” Leo asked. “Venti makes them sound like evil espresso drinks.”

“¡Ay, que te calles!” Breisa snapped at him.

In return he flipped the bird.

She huffed, “Jason continued pleased.”

And third, Jason finished, they had to find out who the storm spirits worked for, so they could find Hera and free her.

“So you want to look for Dylan, the nasty storm dude, on purpose,” Leo said. “The guy who threw me and Breisa off the skywalk, and sucked Coach Hedge into the clouds.”

“That’s about it,” Jason said. “Well … there may be a wolf involved, too. But I think she’s friendly.”

“A friendly wolf?” Breisa questioned, not sure how those two words can be put in the same sentence.

“She probably won’t eat us, unless we show weakness.” Jason answered, not very sure of himself.

Then he told them about his dream—the big nasty mother wolf and a burned-out house with stone spires growing out of the swimming pool.

“Uh-huh,” Leo said. “But you don’t know where this place is.”

“Nope,” Jason admitted.

“There’s also giants,” Piper added. “The prophecy said the giant's revenge.”

“Hold on,” Leo said. “Giants—like more than one? Why can’t it be just one giant who wants revenge?”

“I don’t think so,” Piper said. “I remember in some of the old Greek stories, there was something about an army of giants.”

“An army…” Breisa felt her head grow fuzzy, stomach twisted into knots.

“Great,” Leo muttered. “Of course, with our luck, it’s an army. So you know anything else about these giants? Didn’t you do a bunch of myth research for that movie with your dad?”

“Your dad’s an actor?” Jason asked.

Leo laughed. “I keep forgetting about your amnesia. Heh. Forgetting about amnesia. That’s funny. But yeah, her dad’s Tristan McLean.”

“Uh—Sorry, what was he in?” Breisa wondered.

“It doesn’t matter,” Piper said quickly. “The giants—well, there were lots of giants in Greek mythology. But if I’m thinking of the right ones, they were bad news. Huge, almost impossible to kill. They could throw mountains and stuff.

I think they were related to the Titans. They rose from the earth after Kronos lost the war—I mean the first Titan war, thousands of years ago—and they tried to destroy Olympus. If we’re talking about the same giants—”

“Chiron said it was happening again,” Jason remembered. “The last chapter. That’s what he meant. No wonder he didn’t want us to know all the details.”

Leo whistled. “So … giants who can throw mountains. Friendly wolves that will eat us if we show weakness. Evil espresso drinks. Gotcha. Maybe this isn’t the time to bring up my psycho babysitter.”

“Is that another joke?” Breisa chastised.

“I’m not always joking around you know.” Leo huffed.

He told them about Tía Callida, who was really Hera, and how she’d appeared to him at camp. He went to say something else, but hesitated.

He threw a quick look at Breisa from the corner of his eye for a second. Leo turned back quickly and talked about the night his mom died, how through an accident her machine shop collapsed.

Breisa closed her eyes, her head was feeling that fuzzy feeling again. In her mind there were—

flashes of fire…and Leo…but smaller, scared, and kid-like.

‘Mom?’ Little Leo whimpered out, standing in front of the steel garage.

Then she saw a strange woman in earthen robes, who seemed to be asleep, standing over him.

Another flash, and the garage was on fire–

‘Aye dio—Dioses! I’m such an asshole!’ Breisa chewed her lip, her mind racing to all the times she's insulted him.

“That’s … disturbing,” Piper said, snapping Breisa out of her thoughts.

“Bout sums it up,” Leo agreed. “Thing is, everybody says don’t trust Hera. She hates demigods. And the prophecy said we’d cause death if we unleash her rage. So I’m wondering … why are we doing this?”

“She chose us,” Jason said. “All four of us. We’re the first of the eight who have to gather for the Great Prophecy. This quest is the beginning of something much bigger.”

As much as she hates to admit it, Jason was right. Lou had said that being a demigod had its baggage—dangerous baggage, something that they had no control of, nor their so-called ‘parents’.

So if this was the start of something, Breisa had no choice but to be a part of it.

That did not ease the tension in her stomach.

“Besides,” Jason continued, “Helping Hera is the only way I can get back my memory. And that dark spire in my dream seemed to be feeding on Hera’s energy. If that thing unleashes a king of the giants by destroying Hera—”

“Not a good trade-off,” Piper agreed. “At least Hera is on our side—mostly. Losing her would throw the gods into chaos. She’s the main one who keeps peace in the family.And a war with the giants could be even more destructive than the Titan War.”

Jason nodded. “Chiron also talked about worse forces stirring on the solstice, with it being a good time for supernatural forces, and all—something that could awaken if Hera were sacrificed on that day–”

“Something like Dark magic at its most powerful.” Breisa realized, and gripped her necklace as it suddenly felt cold as ice. (Daughter of twin torches sought to defend).

Jason quickly change the subject, “And this mistress who’s controlling the storm spirits, the one who wants to kill all the demigods—”

“Might be that weird sleeping lady,” Leo finished. “Dirt Woman fully awake? Not something I want to see.”

“But who is she?” Jason asked. “And what does she have to do with giants?”

Good questions, but none of them had answers. Without answers Breisa could feel more panic set in, but much more than her own.

She could feel Piper feeling ashamed and overwhelmed.

Jason was confused, anxious, anguished.

And Leo, the certified class clown, was shaking physically. He flourished sadness, fear, and rage.

It started to become overwhelming.

Breisa could sense their emotions, they were strong and taking up too much of her mind.

She tried her breathing exercise.

But all she could hear—no, she could feel them.

‘How do I make it stop?’ Breisa mentally cried.

“Breisa?” Piper asked, her voice was so far away.

“What’s wrong with her?” Jason sounded worried, his voice barely an echo.

Their words turned into static.

She couldn’t hear anything.

It was all too much.

The emotions rolled over like waves. Breisa was trying to resurface, but all she could do was drown.

Then something touch her ear and she felt the vibrations…music…music was playing–

Strumming my pain with his finger

Killing me softly with his song

“Breisa?” Leo called who was now facing her. The sensations slowed down. “Looked at me.”

She focused on him, her breathing still ragged.

“I need you to breathe with me. Ok?” Leo instructed in a very un-Leo way.

But she nodded regardless.

He breathed in and out, a five second pause between each of them.

Breisa followed his rhythm. Slowly she felt like herself again.

“Are you good?” He finally asked after she stopped shaking.

“I…I am.” Breisa breathed, noticing how Leo's hands were holding into her elbows. He moved them away quickly.

“Are you sure?” Piper said from behind her.

She turned and saw how Piper and Jason had furrowed eyebrows.

“I am.” Breisa turned back to Leo who had a raised eyebrow, “Guys—Estoy bien. Lo prometo. I just needed a minute…this happens sometimes.”

“This is a normal thing for you?” Jason questioned, sounding like a concerned older brother.

Breisa fiddled with her jacket zipper, “Sometimes it does. Lately it’s been happening more often.”

They have to say anything to her. She knew they must’ve felt sorry for her.

“Look, it's fine,” Breisa brushed it off, “Let’s get to Boreas place or whatever. Alright?”

Leo sighed and turned back around. “If you say so, cariño.”

She didn’t have the energy to correct him. So just listened to her music.

Festus kept flying. The wind got colder, and below them snowy forests seemed to go on forever. Leo had mumbled to Festus to take them to the palace of Boeras, he kept going North.

Breisa didn’t know exactly where Quebec was–but hopefully, the dragon knew the way, and they wouldn’t end up at the North Pole.

As Leo clipped himself back onto his safety harness, he seemed to be nodding off. Barely holding himself upright as they flew.

Breisa saw him this morning, his eyes were bloodshot. He must have not gotten any sleep.

‘Why do you care?’ Her brain grumbled, ‘It’s not your problem.’

‘I should care because he is driving this giant hunk of metal. Without him we wouldn’t have Festus.’ Breisa argued back, ‘Besides he helped…maybe I should too?’

Leo stifled a yawn, his head was tilting forward. Then he forced himself to sit up.

Breisa sighed and leaned over to his ear, “Why don’t you get some sleep?”

He turned to her with lips pressed into a thin line.

“You were up all night.” She reasoned.

Leo looked like he wanted to protest, but his shoulders slumped a bit as he yawned again. “You won’t let me fall off?”

Breisa patted his shoulder. “Can’t let you go splat. Who else is gonna drive this thing?”

“Right,” he muttered.

Leo leaned forward against the bronze of the dragon’s neck, and closed his eyes. His snores followed after.

“Wow.” Piper hummed from behind her.

Breisa turned to her, “What?”

“He listened to you. No arguments or insults.” Piper stated the obvious.

“Well he was pretty tired. So maybe a tired Leo is a rational Leo?” Breisa shrugged.

Then Piper smiled a bit, like she knew a secret Breisa didn’t know.

“What’s with that look?” Breisa asked, confused.

“It’s nothing.” Piper said, trying to shake off a smile, “Just don’t push him off, ok?”

“No promises.” Breisa remarked, and faced forward to watch the skyline.

When she noticed the reins hanging limp by Leo’s side. She grabbed them and held Festus steady. It felt like steering a horse. (Thank gods for the pony ride at griffin park).

Festus creaked at her as if he was questioning her.

“Just co-piloting for the moment.” Breisa answered, “Leo needs some rest. So don’t go haywire while he’s sleeping, ok?”

Festus creaked half-heartedly, and she took it as a yes.

‘Mom, if you can hear me…Please let us be ok.’ Breisa prayed silently as Festus swooped through the clouds. The fears she felt from Piper, Jason, and Leo were still on her mind. ‘To the wind god we go.’

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Translation

Dios, por favor, no me dejes caer a mi muerte - Oh god please don't let me fall

Hijo de puta!- Son of a bitch

No seas tan galito - Don't be so smug/cocky

Ay, que te calles - Will you shut up

(A/N: A plot drive chapter, finally! Although it fills like another filter. Leo and Breisa slowly becoming friends? :0 maybe? maybe not? Who knows find out in the next chapter, whenever I write it :)) Hope you all enjoy this one -Socially awkwardnerd)

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noxsoulmate · 2 years

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All lists: 1, 5, 7, 9, 15 tarlos

Oh my God, T, I love you 😂

Well, I did not expect the first ask to be such a long one... I also promised myself to keep the snippets short... but they grew progressively longer 😂

I hope you all enjoy it, even though none of this is beta-read and it is now after 2am and my brain is so empty, I probably shouldn't be allowed on the internet anymore... but anyway:

Hugs

1. friendly hugs 5. side hugs 7. pulling someone into a hug 9. eye-to-eye hugs 15. tender embrace

“Nonono, I’m sure it was here–”

“Carlos, it’s fine!” TK assured for the umpteenth time, smiling fondly at his fiancé, who was currently opening drawer after drawer. “Really, it’s not that important.”

“No, it’s not okay. It should be here. I’m sure it is. Gimme a second–”

“Babe.”

No longer trying to calm Carlos with just his words, he stepped closer and pulled him into a hug. Carlos resisted for all of two seconds before he went pliant in TK’s arms, burying his face in TK’s neck, as he so often did. TK could feel him take a deep breath before he leaned back, looking right at him as he kept holding him in a tender embrace.

“I’m sorry, TK. I must’ve misplaced it.”

“That’s okay. Babe, really. Don’t beat yourself up over this.” Pressing a gentle kiss to Carlos’ lips, he poured all his love into it before leaning back with a smile.

Carlos’ eyes were closed for a moment longer but when they opened, he still looked somewhat apologetic as he suggested, “We can go and buy a new one if you want?”

“Oooor,” TK replied, already pulling his fiancé towards the bedroom. “We can stay in and you can make it up to me in other ways if you feel like you absolutely have to.”

For good measure, he added a playful wink, relieved when Carlos finally smiled back at him. A moment later, the man was practically on him, his strong chest pressed to TK’s back and his breath hot against TK’s ear as he pushed him further along.

“That I can certainly do,” he promised hotly, right before they were both tumbling into their bed.

Kisses

1. goodnight kisses 5. morning kisses 7. passionate kisses 9. first kisses 15. soothing kisses

The bar was crowded and TK’s head was spinning. But… in a good way? He felt delirious in a way he hadn’t in a long time – and the fact that it wasn’t because of drugs simply amplified the good feeling.

No, it had nothing to do with drugs – it was all thanks to the man before him, dancing and smiling and so very clearly flirting with him. The almost stranger was hot, a solid ten, maybe even an eleven if TK wanted to be overly dramatic. Compared to this man, the one whose name TK didn’t want to think of ever again wasn’t even a six. Maybe not even a five.

And damn, the cop could move his hips! Yes, it was just line dancing but the guy somehow made it look so sexy.

So really, who could blame TK for barely making it through three dances before he took the man’s hand and pulled him out of the sticky, crowded bar?

They barely made it to the shadows before they were crashing into each other, their lips touching in what quickly turned into one of the most passionate kisses TK had ever had the pleasure of sharing. God, the guy was perfect, and an amazing kisser as well. TK moaned when teeth dug into his lower lip, biting and nibbling, just this side of too painful. On the brink of almost being too much, the kiss turned softer again, a soothing tongue brushing over his abused lip. And in a way, the kiss itself was soothing, quieting the voices in TK’s head, chasing away the deep, deep gray and the darkness – but TK was too preoccupied right now to think further about what this might mean.

Focusing back on the moment, on the here and now, he made sure to deepen the kiss again. As far as first kisses went, this one quickly rose to the top of his list.

And speaking of something rising…

Panting, TK leaned back, sending the cop a lopsided grin, silently asking a question he hoped would be understood. If the fire in those deep, deep brown eyes was anything to go by, the desire was mutual, and TK followed willingly when he was led even further around the honky tonk, further and further into the shadows…

Hand-Holding

1. tiny hands in big hands 5. platonic hand-holding 7. dancing with their hands holding onto each other 9. holding hands across the table 15. loosely holding onto each other’s hands, laying in one’s lap

The party at the Reyes farm was in full swing, laughter all around them, music and dancing and chatter. The whole family had gathered, celebrating Andrea and Gabriel’s golden anniversary.

TK sat in the middle of it, taking it all in with a smile. After all the years with his husband and his big, big family, it was still sometimes overwhelming, if only a little bit. He’d never had this big of a family – but he’d always wished for one. And the reason he now had it was currently in the middle of the make-shift dance floor, twirling around their seven-year-old.

Carlos’ laugh and Isa’s giggles rang out over the backyard, father and daughter dancing with their hands tightly holding onto each other. Except for when Carlos would have her twirl around her own axis, or when he would lift her high in the air, making her squeal. It was a picture that TK would never forget, that he would treasure in his heart forever.

Just like every other moment with the love of his life and their three kids.

“Daddy, daddy,” Laney called him back to the moment.

Turning in his seat, careful not to wake baby Diego, TK smiled at their four-year-old, who sat on the other side of the table.

“Yes, sweetpea?”

“My hands are sticky,” she told him with a look on her face that looked half confused – as if she was wondering how they could’ve gotten sticky – half proud… for… well, whatever reason. Maybe for getting her hands sticky, who knew.

Sighing, TK carefully shifted Diego in his lap and reached for his back, producing one of the wet wipes. Motioning for Laney to come closer, he chuckled when instead of just coming around the table, she simply climbed up on the chair and leaned over the table. Silly bee.

“Come here, my little monkey.”

Holding her hands across the table, he gently wiped them clean, and then also wiped across her mouth, for good measure. Laney pulled a face at that, but her hands never left TK’s, holding onto him.

At least, until he was done and they heard Carlos and Isa laugh again. All of a sudden, Laney’s hand was gone from his and she jumped off the chair, racing over to the dance floor, curls and dress flying in the wind. “Papa, papa, me too. Dance with me.”

Chuckling, TK readjusted their baby boy and watched as Carlos caught Laney just in time, spinning her around in his arms, before sitting her back down. With one daughter on each hand, he raised his arms, letting them twirl around.

A small chortle pulled TK’s attention back down, where he was looking right into Diego’s brown eyes.

“Hey, little man. Had a good nap?”

Diego smiled up at him, wide and toothless, his tiny hands clapping together. As always, he was wide awake from one heartbeat to another. When tiny hands reached for him, TK caught them in his big ones and leaned down, pretending to nibble on them. Diego squealed in delight and TK repeated the action a few times, including sound effects and all.

It wasn’t until Isa was standing right before him, pulling on his arm, that TK stopped pretending to eat his son. Instead, he settled Diego on his hip and then let Isa take his hand to pull him over to the dance floor. He hardly had a chance to share a kiss with Carlos, their girls demanding that they all danced the next dance together. And how could TK and Carlos ever say no to either of their children…

Touching

1. touching foreheads 5. feeling their pulse 7. holding hands 9. listening to the other’s heartbeat 15. hugging each other

I stole a scene from my own fic - A Love Like Theirs - for this because it fits so perfectly...

Carlos could feel TK shaking, even though his financé definitely tried to hold it together as he quickly yet meticulously cleaned his bleeding hand. It hurt, but Carlos certainly wouldn’t say that. TK could probably guess, so where was the point?

Besides, TK was definitely pissed at him.

“I can’t believe you did that,” he pressed out, his voice sounding strange. He was obviously forcing himself to stay calm, but his expression was too pinched, too tight for calmness.

No, this wasn’t a calm version of TK. This was the pissed-off version of him.

Still, Carlos couldn’t help himself. “Really?” he asked, smiling softly at the love of his life. “You can’t believe I risked a bloody hand to save a little girl?”

The glare TK sent him was deadly but Carlos was still running on his adrenaline high of saving a kid from a car just before it had gone up in flames. Besides, TK always looked somewhat adorable when he was mad, so really, Carlos couldn’t be blamed for chuckling at his fiancé. Thankfully, TK simply rolled his eyes and then leaned back over the injured hand.

But after a moment, he went on. “You know you could’ve seriously hurt yourself.”

His voice was much calmer, but it held a note that Carlos couldn’t catch right away. Still, he assured his man.

“I’m fine. And most importantly, so is the girl.”

When there was no reaction from his fiancé, no further scolding or angry quip, Carlos had a sinking feeling in his stomach. Canting his head, he tried to catch TK’s gaze.

“Hey, look at me,” he gently told him.

It took a moment, but eventually, TK looked up and met his gaze with teary eyes. Instantly, Carlos sobered up, understanding right away. With his good hand, he reached out, gently settling it on TK’s hip. They were still in public, even though the ambulance stood a bit apart from the rest of the emergency vehicles. But they were both in uniform and so Carlos didn’t risk too much, pulling TK only a little closer. Just enough for their legs to bump into each other.

“Hey, baby,” he murmured, gently, softly, only for TK to hear. “I’m fine, okay?”

But stubborn as he was, TK shook his head, reaching for some gauze to cover the cuts on his hand. Carlos didn’t press the matter, detecting that TK needed to take care of him right now, more than he needed to be reassured. At least, until Carlos’ hand was taken care of as good as he could outside of a hospital.

Carlos stayed quiet and let it happen – but the moment TK was done, he caught his hand and moved it to his own neck; making sure TK’s fingertips rested right over his pulse, making sure he could feel it.

TK’s shaking had grown worse, and his fingers were digging into the side of Carlos’ neck to the point where it was almost painful. Not that Carlos would ever admit to that, of course not. He simply let TK take all the time he needed, let him take his fill of feeling Carlos’ pulse beating. Carlos’ bandaged hand stayed over TK’s, making sure he wouldn’t pull away too soon, thinking he was taking too much. His other hand was still on TK’s hip, brushing gentle circles with his thumb; wishing he could just push away TK’s stiff uniform shirt and brush along his skin instead. But really, that would be far too indecent.

After a while, he could feel how TK slowly began to calm down. His shaking subsided and when he finally took a deep breath, it sounded so shattered that it nearly split Carlos’ heart. A moment later, TK leaned in and gently let their foreheads touch.

Closing his own eyes, Carlos gave himself a chance to let it all sink in. The adrenaline had left his system, he could feel the ache in his hand, but mostly, he felt TK breathe in and out, soaking up his closeness, his fingers still feeling for Carlos’ pulse.

“I’m fine,” Carlos eventually whispered, realizing that he truly meant it. “I promise. I’m fine… I won’t die on you.”

TK’s next breath sounded like a strangled laugh, and before Carlos knew what was happening, the fingers on his pulse were gone, two strong arms engulfing him instead. Not hesitating, Carlos wound his good arm around TK’s body, pulling him as close as he possibly could. How long they were hugging each other he couldn’t tell – but he certainly wouldn’t be the one to let go. With TK still standing and Carlos sitting on the back of the ambulance, his fiancé was taller than him for once. Which meant that right now, Carlos’ ear was pressed to TK’s chest.

Listening to TK’s heartbeat had always been soothing to him, and right now was no different.

They were interrupted by Nancy clearing her throat. Thankfully though, his fiancé’s partner didn’t say anything as she passed them, simply holding out her hand for the keys. Which TK gave her without hesitation. By the time Tommy joined them, TK had settled Carlos in the back of the ambulance. Carlos was sure he could’ve let Mitchell drive him to the hospital instead of blocking a whole ambulance. But when TK silently took his hand, holding it for the rest of the way, he couldn’t find it in him to complain.

For once, he allowed TK and himself to be selfish while on the clock.

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