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Snippet - Stained with Red (MC Attacked by a Demon)

Here's the winning headcanon for the 1.5k+ Followers Celebration! I hope you all enjoy it! =) Warnings: Blood, bodily injuries, violence, swearing, implications/mentions of torture and death — (None of these are overly descriptive, though.) Note: Due to the length and type of content, each character's reactions can be found under the "Keep reading" cut-off. Tag List: @not-a-cat-lawyer, @deepestartisanhumanoidshark, @qilinelf

How does everyone react when MC has been attacked by a demon?

It was just supposed to be a quick errand. Pick up a few items at the store and then head straight home—that’s all MC wanted to do. But accidentally bumping into a demon in the crowded streets put a major dent in their plans. Having already been in a sour mood, the demon snapped at MC’s unintentional shoulder-check and hardly gave them a chance to speak before dragging them to a more secluded area nearby.

“You think you’re so high and mighty here, don’t you, human?” the demon snarled after tossing MC’s body to the hard ground. “You may have won the favor of our prince and seven lords, but that doesn’t give you any right to trample on us lower-ranking demons.”

Although MC attempted to explain themself and apologize, the demon simply spat, “Oh, shut it. I’m sick of even breathing the same air as you. It’s about time someone reminded you what demons are truly capable of.”

MC scrambled to their feet as the demon lunged at them. A brief tussle ensued, one that left MC with parts of their clothes torn and few wounds on their skin while they struggled to escape the demon’s sharp clutches. The fight would have been fatal to the human if they hadn’t managed to retrieve the defensive magic charm gifted to them by Solomon from within their pocket. With the demon incapacitated by the charm’s power before striking another blow, MC hastily retreated back to the House of Lamentation.

More focused on getting to safety and trying to recover from the sudden attack, MC was too distracted to notice the individual almost directly on the other side of the house’s front door, causing the two of them to roughly collide when the human hurried inside. Both of their groans echoed in the entrance hall. The one whom MC ran into was about to say something, only to stop short upon registering the disheveled and mildly bloody figure in front of him/her.

“MC?" was what came out instead. "What happened?”

Still a bit shaken up, MC hesitated in answering the question right away.

The individual had come to care about MC during their time together in the Devildom, so there was no way that he/she was going to let them remain silent on this matter. Thus, he/she promptly took them to another—more private—room, where MC soon ended up admitting everything.

“This is precisely why I tell you not to go out on your own,” Lucifer chided as he disinfected the last of MC’s open wounds. It was the first time he had spoken since bringing the human (and a first aid kit) into his bedroom and demanding that they explain exactly what happened to them while sitting them down on the sofa. As they told their story, the powerful demon used his magic to heal their minor injuries and remove the dried blood from their clothing and skin, and then he tended to the few, more severe wounds on their body, not allowing MC to do it themself. His touch was surprisingly gentle against their injuries, a significant contrast to his stern expression that was just barely containing his growing anger while he listened to what the spiteful demon did to the human he held dear.

“I’m certain you’ve learned your lesson,” Lucifer remarked, moving on to bandage the wound he had cleaned, “but in light of these events, you’re not permitted to leave my side for the rest of the day. I’ll also be accompanying you to and from RAD this whole week. Do I make myself clear?” Knowing that there was no room for argument—and because they’d genuinely feel safer by Lucifer’s side—MC accepted his decision, which effectively removed some of the tension from his shoulders. “Good," he said.

Upon ensuring that all of MC’s physical injuries were taken care of, Lucifer reached out to rest his hand on their cheek, his gaze becoming warmer. “I’m glad you’re safe. I’m sure you were frightened, but you did well in keeping your wits about you and pulling through to escape. I promise, I won’t let that demon harm you again.”

Afterward, Lucifer obeyed just about any request MC had—from making their favorite food for dinner, to holding them in his arms whenever they were alone—in an effort to ease any lingering anxiety they felt and remind them (and himself) that they were safe with him. Once the human was fast asleep in his bed, the affectionate smile faded from his face as his serious features took over once more. With them protected in his room, he took this opportunity to hunt down the demon who assaulted them. The details from MC’s story, the type of scratch marks and wounds he saw, and the scent left on MC’s clothing were enough to help him pinpoint the exact culprit, so he headed straight to where they lived.

If the low-ranking demon wasn’t wide awake from the sound of their door being kicked down, they certainly were at the sight of Lucifer in his demon form looming over them.

“So,” he began darkly, “you’re the one who attacked MC. Do you have anything to say for yourself? Think carefully. They may be your last words.”

The red gradient from Lucifer’s irises seemed to glow within the dark room and foreshadow the color the quivering demon's body would be stained with when he was through with them. No one messed with what belonged to the Avatar of Pride.

“Ya should’ve called me right away!” Mammon declared, fumbling over the bandaging that he was attempting to secure around MC’s swollen wrist. He had been doing his best to help MC clean up from the attack in his bedroom, giving them some of his loungewear to change into and using the house’s first aid kit to address their cuts and bruises. All the while, he bit his tongue for as long as he could while the human explained their quarrel with the demon in town. At this point, he couldn’t hold back his thoughts anymore. “I could’ve taken ‘em down in no time flat, y’know! And I promised ya that I would save ya next time something like this happened, remember? But now I gotta patch ya up instead. Tch, damn demon, touchin’ what don’t belong to ‘em... Hey, don’t give me that look! I fixed ya up just fine after that TSL contest with Levi, didn’t I? So I can do it now, too, no problem! Just—”

Mammon paused as he stared down at MC’s wrist, his jaw clenching from how much damage the demon had done to his most precious human. His voice quieted down into a more solemn tone, “—don’t make me have to do this again, MC. It doesn’t matter if I’m busy or somewhere else, ya better tell me the next time ya even think about goin’ out alone so that I can come with ya, got it? No ‘buts’ about it. ...Gahh, why’d this stupid bandage come undone?!” He growled at the inanimate object—despite his true fury stemming from the demon who caused the wounds that he had to bandage—before redoing the wrapping process from the beginning. “I swear, when I find who did this to ya, MC, I’m really gonna let ‘em have it!”

For the remainder of the day, Mammon was glued to MC’s side, appearing “more clingy and overbearing than usual” in his brothers’ eyes. Of course, if anyone questioned his behavior, he simply refuted it with a red face and asserted that he just-so-happened to need to go to the same places MC went to throughout the house. In truth, he couldn’t shake off his concerns for their well-being and wanted to be the first to jump to their aid if anything else happened, such as if their injuries worsened. They were obviously safe from harm in the house, but Mammon found it impossible to relax unless they were within his line of sight, to the extent that he had to be in the same room (if not the same bed) as MC that night. In order for this feeling to stop, he needed to locate the demon responsible for this, and fast. So, in the early morning hours before MC awoke, he sent out his crows to gather intel on the low-ranking demon’s name and whereabouts.

The crows returned to Mammon just after dinner, and he left the house in a hurry, shouting back to his puzzled brothers and MC about how he was off to win big at the casino. Soon after his arrival, he spotted his target at one of the poker tables and challenged them to play one-on-one with him. Since Mammon didn’t have much money on hand, the demon accepted, thinking it would only last a few rounds at the most. However, the Avatar of Greed kept winning until the demon was out of money/chips. They tried to call it quits, but he wouldn’t allow them to leave, insisting that they still owed a lot after what they did to MC. The color drained from the demon’s face at this realization.

“Didn't I mention that we’re playin’ ‘all or nothing’ tonight?” Mammon questioned with a smirk. “Should we try a different ‘game’ then? ‘Cause I ain’t nearly satisfied—not ’til I bleed ya dry.”

Although he urgently wanted to know what happened, Leviathan panicked more at how roughed up MC looked as they stood before him, so his brain temporarily went into a fear-induced autopilot. He hastily dragged them to his room with a first aid kit, sat them down on the floor with him, and began handling their wounds without fretting over how he was touching them. Hearing MC express their thanks managed to snap him out of his trance and drive him to apologize profusely for putting his “yucky otaku hands all over” them. With their permission (and reassurance), he cautiously resumed his task while they told him about the events that put them in their current physical state.

“Ugh, normies are already terrible, but that demon is the worst of them all,” Levi commented bitterly. “They’re stupider and scummier than Mammon, and that’s saying something. I mean, you’re S-tier status, MC! Nobody should be able to touch you at all, not even me! You really are an angel for putting up with being this close to me.”

He cleared his throat. “A-Anyway, if anything, this is a good reason to stick to ordering the things you need online instead of going out to buy them. That’s what I normally do, and it hasn’t failed me yet. So, when we’re done here, let’s go on Akuzon to buy the stuff you were trying to get earlier. And, um, if it’ll help, you’re welcome to chill out here with me for the rest of the day. We can catch up on some anime and play that new game I was telling you about the other day, and you can borrow my Ruri-chan pillow and blanket set for extra comfort! It’s like the best otaku-certified medicine for any ailment, don’t you think?”

Since they enjoyed his company and wanted to take their mind off of what happened to them, MC agreed to Levi’s ideas. In turn, Levi did whatever he could to ensure that the human was having fun and felt relaxed the whole time they were together. A sense of relief washed over him when he witnessed MC smiling for the first time since they came home. It was good that they were at ease with him, but he still wished he could do more for them...

Levi's wish came true when, later, he and MC decided to play an online co-op game, using their own accounts and on separate computer screens at the otaku’s desk. Through their headsets, they could communicate with their randomly assigned opponents during each round, and it was at the start of a new match that MC recognized one of the voices. The sound of the player’s angry shouting toward the game’s mechanics caused the human to yank off their headset while pushing their chair away from the computers. Levi slid his headphones down around his neck to hear them admit that a certain player was the same hostile demon from earlier before logging off and excusing themself to the bathroom. Seeking to avenge his Henry, the Lord of Shadow mercilessly targeted the demon in the game and mocked their skills throughout the match. But just winning against them in a game wasn’t enough—Levi needed to destroy them in the real world, too. A bit of hacking gave him the location of the demon he was playing against, bringing a triumphant yet menacing grin to his face.

Upon receiving a threat from the attacker for him to fight them in reality, Levi simply answered, “Gladly,” before logging off.

When MC returned to the bedroom after a while, all that awaited them was a note from Levi stating that he would be back after taking Lotan out for “an urgent mission."

Satan could physically feel the wrath boiling and intensifying within him the more that MC spoke about the incident in town. He initially was working alongside them in his bedroom to properly address their injuries, using his knowledge to determine which ones could be healed with magic and which ones required the items from the first aid kit. However, he reached a point where his thinking grew too clouded and his movements became too rough, so he had to step aside to let the human handle the rest of their wounds while they continued to talk. Then, just as they had come to the end of their story, Satan abruptly changed into his demon form. He was seething with pure rage as his tail whipped wildly behind him, knocking over some of the book piles in his bedroom in the process.

“I’m going to rip them to shreds,” the Avatar of Wrath hissed, overwhelmed with resentment toward MC’s attacker. “Where exactly did you leave them, MC? They might still be stuck from Solomon’s magic charm, so now’s my chance to teach them a lesson.”

MC tried to calm him, but their words fell on deaf ears. Satan seemed to be too far gone to care about anything other than taking revenge on the “brainless” demon who laid their hands on someone so important to him. As such, he started to push through MC when they attempted to prevent him from leaving, only to freeze at the sight of the human wincing in pain. His hand had accidentally squeezed the injury on their arm while he was trying to pull them away from the door. That was all it took for him to finally stop seeing red and reconsider his priorities. With a deep exhale, as if to let out all of his fuming rage, his demon form disappeared, and he looked back at MC in a much kinder yet still troubled manner.

After confirming that MC was okay, Satan’s tone became softer as he said, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to grab you like that. I...couldn’t think straight at all, and I almost lost sight of what matters most right now.” He patted their head with a smile. “Thank you for helping me come back to my senses. Let me take another look at what you’ve patched up to make sure everything is good for now. Then, I think it would be best for your body if you took a short nap. You can stay here in my room so my brothers won’t disturb you, and, if you’d like, I could sit beside you and read you a book until you fall asleep. ...Don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Satan did just as he stated, but while MC slept, he started getting in touch with his countless acquaintances via text message in hopes of acquiring any further information about the demon who harmed MC earlier. A few eyewitness accounts of the fight’s aftermath and some exchanges of info enabled him to figure out the hostile demon’s identity. With the hardest part taken care of, he spent his time in between hanging out with MC and reassessing their injuries to plot their attacker’s impending doom.

RAD classes had just ended for the day when Satan cornered the demon, who happened to be a student, into a classroom under the guise that he wanted to learn more about one of their hobbies. Once the rest of the students had left the room, he casually locked the door before replacing his friendly façade with his demon form.

“You put MC through a lot of pain yesterday, you know,” Satan remarked with a monstrous expression as the low-ranking demon hurriedly backed away from him. “For that, I intend to give you an experience a hundred times worse than what you did to them. I even read through the latest books on torture just for this occasion. Are you ready? Because I sure am.”

While leading them upstairs, Asmodeus actually decided to hold off on having MC discuss the details of their situation in favor of tending to their physical condition. He whisked them into his large bathroom, filled the tub with warm water and a mix of bath salts and oils that loosen tense muscles and promote healing, and instructed the human to take a bath (whether or not he stayed with them and helped was entirely MC’s choice). Once they were done, Asmo gave them a soft robe to wear and brought them to his room so that they could rest on his bed while he basically gave them a mini spa day. His voice encouraging them to relax was as delicate as his touch on the injuries he examined. He then used magically enhanced ointments on any reddened or bruised areas of their skin and bandaged the more severe wounds.

By this time, MC was ready to reveal how they got hurt, and with their approval, Asmo settled down at their side to gently cuddle with them. When he normally listens to stories, he’s prone to be rather vocal and interject during key parts, but considering the context of this one, he kept his lips sealed from start to finish.

“You did absolutely nothing wrong, MC,” Asmo reassured them. “That nasty demon should’ve never acted that way toward you. If you ask me, it sounds like they were jealous of your popularity. We all love you because of who you are, and someone with an ugly personality like that demon won’t ever receive such positive attention. I almost feel sorry for them. ...Oh, that gives me an idea!”

He grabbed his phone and began tapping away on the screen, prompting MC to question what he’s doing. “Well, if they’re so eager for attention,” he replied, “then that’s exactly what they’ll get. A little quality time with me should set them straight. ...Hm? What do I mean? Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, dear. I’ll take care of everything. Soon, that no-name nobody will be a forgotten memory.” He then set aside his phone to completely refocus on his precious human, pampering all of their pain and troubles away.

That evening, a notification sound pinged on Asmo’s phone, bringing a giddy smile to his face. Earlier, he had reached out to his social media followers to help him track down the one who assaulted MC, and it looked like a group of his fans now had that demon in their clutches as they awaited Asmo’s orders on what to do next. With a skip in his step, he headed off to “a special gathering with his adoring fans,” leaving MC in his brothers’ care for the time being. The bubbling delight in his features grew more wicked the moment he locked eyes with the captured demon at the designated meeting place.

“Why, hello there,” Asmo greeted as he walked closer. “You must be the naughty demon who just couldn’t keep their hands to themself when they saw my darling MC. But you didn’t ask for consent and went way too far with them, so now I’m going to do the same with you.” He giggled at their reaction. “Aw, you’re just dying with anticipation for what I have in store for you, huh? As much as I’d love to give you the full ‘Asmo treatment,’ I don’t want to ruin my freshly manicured nails, so I’m going to leave half of the work to my adoring fans here. Everyone, watch me closely! This is how you punish a bad demon.”

About an hour later, MC came across a new post on Asmo's Devilgram. It was a photo of him surrounded by a bunch of others holding or drinking glasses of Demonus with the caption: “Cheers to all these lovelies for their hard work today! My fans are the best! ❤ ”

“I’m so sorry, MC,” Beelzebub said, guilt etched on his face while he assisted MC in tending to their wounds. With how worn out the human looked when they arrived home, he had decided to carry them to their bedroom so that they could rest a bit while he took care of their needs, such as fetching them some food and water from the kitchen and picking out clean clothes from their dresser. Soon enough, MC finally had the strength to explain what transpired between them and the malicious demon in town. The details saddened Beel greatly and reminded him of how he wasn’t able to protect Lilith, leading him to blame himself for the pain that MC experienced. “I should’ve gone with you. Then I would’ve been able to stop that demon from hurting you.”

After MC reassured that none of this was his fault, Beel felt a little better, but the guilt continued to gnaw at him relentlessly, just like his hunger always did. “I know,” he replied, “but I still wish I could’ve been there to save you before things turned out the way they did. I don’t like seeing you in this state.” His eyes somberly trailed over the human’s beaten figure before he gave a serious firm nod, making an unbreakable vow to himself and them. “I won’t let this happen to you anymore, MC.” With their approval, he then (carefully) wrapped them in his warm embrace.

Beel became rather overprotective of MC for a while, offering to help them with the smallest of tasks and even having Belphegor watch over them at home while he went out to get the items that they were shopping for earlier. He also wanted to avoid making their injuries any worse, so he encouraged MC to eat and rest whenever they seemed sluggish and kept his hugs as gentle as possible. He never strayed far from their side unless they asked him to or circumstances required them to be apart, such as when they had different RAD classes. If one of his brothers was with MC, then he didn’t worry too much, but he strived to ensure that they were never alone, at least in public places.

About a week after the incident, when Beel and MC were waiting for their order in Café Lament at one of the indoor tables, MC’s whole body tensed the moment they witnessed their attacker walk through the door. Beel noticed the abrupt change in their demeanor, so he asked them what was wrong. They gave him a hushed answer along with a subtle motion toward the demon waiting in line. Beel then draped his jacket over their shoulders—as if to provide them with an impenetrable layer of protection—and instructed them to stay at the table. Without another word, he approached the low-ranking demon, grabbed them by the face with one hand, and dragged them out of the café. He ignored their muffled pleas as he rounded a street corner and then slammed the back of their body against the outside wall of another building.

“You tried to kill someone who matters a lot to me—and to my family, too,” Beel declared, his tone strongly matching his intimidating features. “I can never forgive you for that. You should be grateful that I’m going to make this quick.”

Beel later returned to the busy café just in time for his and MC’s order to be brought to their table. After assuring MC that the demon wouldn’t bother them again, he retrieved his jacket, zipping it up the whole way to cover the splattered stains on his black shirt. When asked about the stains, he simply replied that they were caused by the snack he ate before he came back.

MC’s unnaturally messy appearance snapped Belphegor’s lazy eyes wide open, and he checked if anyone was following behind them from outside before leading them to the attic with him, grabbing the first aid kit along the way. Once both of them were sitting comfortably on the bed, Belphie casted the strongest healing spell he could remember to cure the bulk MC’s injuries and then asked them again to tell him how they got hurt. Although he was prone to dozing off whenever he listened to a story, MC’s retelling of their encounter with their attacker kept him wide awake. The sheer hatred that coursed through his veins were reminiscent of when he blamed humans for Lilith’s death.

“That bastard,” Belphie cursed through gritted teeth while working with MC to patch up their remaining wounds. “They’re not going to get away with this. I’ll make them pay for doing this to you, MC.” He calmed down somewhat when he felt his favorite human place their hand overtop of his. “...Well, I guess revenge can wait for now. After all, you’re still here, and I want to hold you close for as long as I can before we’re inevitably interrupted by one of my brothers. We’ve done all we can for your injuries, so why don’t you lie down to rest while I cuddle you?”

The warm snuggles with MC did make Belphie drowsy, but he struggled to fall asleep knowing that the demon who assaulted them was still on the loose. Once the others found out what happened, he was sure they’d likely be on the hunt for the nameless demon as well, but he wanted to be the one who ultimately handled it, which he ended up voicing to his brothers. So, the details of the incident remained strictly within the family, and by the end of the day, they had all the information they needed for Belphie to take care of MC’s attacker on his own. Because of this, he was able to relax and smile more when he and Beel hung out with MC that evening.

During the lunch break at RAD the next day, Belphie roamed the halls in search of his prey. His expression may have appeared grumpy or tired at a glance, but anyone who decided not to move out of his way witnessed the murderous intent in his eyes before he continued onward. With no luck indoors, he headed outside to the school’s courtyard, where his gaze soon landed on MC’s attacker eating and conversing with a few other classmates on a bench.

“Hey, you,” Belphie said as he approached the small group, staring down at the oblivious demon. “Get up. You’re coming with me. Now.”

Any sensible RAD student was aware that an order from a student council officer—or simply one of the seven demon brothers in general—could not be ignored, which led the demon to reluctantly follow behind Belphie without question. When the two of them reached the back of the school, the Avatar of Sloth immediately switched into his demon form.

“I know what you did to MC,” Belphie declared with a dangerous look in his eyes. The demon started to stutter out excuses, but their words abruptly became garbled from the pressure of Belphie’s hands around their neck. “Save it. Your fate was sealed the moment you touched them. ...In pain already? This is nothing compared to what I have in store for you.”

“I see... And that’s what led to you rushing into the House of Lamentation like that at the same time I was leaving from my meeting with Lucifer,” Diavolo noted, his eyes closed thoughtfully as he took in the details of MC’s story. With MC looking the worse for wear, he had contacted Barbatos to open a portal to the Demon Lord’s Castle so that he could provide them with the best treatment for their injuries and a new set of clothes. Even with his and Barbatos’s combined efforts to clean and heal MC, he still called upon a doctor who was familiar with human physiology to double-check if there was anything else that needed to be done. Determining that “rest” was the only other thing they needed, Diavolo dismissed Barbatos and the doctor and encouraged MC to take a nap in his bed while he did some work nearby in case they needed him. It wasn’t until after MC slept a bit that they mentioned wanting to talk to him about their earlier predicament, which was why he was now seated across from the human in his room.

“I’m so sorry this happened to you, MC,” Diavolo stated as he opened his eyes to gaze remorsefully into theirs. “The denizens of the Devildom are allowed to have their own opinions, but none of them have the right to unjustly harm visitors from another realm because of those opinions. Therefore, I will ensure that demon is found and receives a punishment fitting for their crime. Your safety matters greatly to me, so I’ll continue to work towards a future where you and all other beings can peacefully coexist here. I hope just knowing that relieves your stress a little.”

Still concerned about their condition, Diavolo reached out to Lucifer to let him know that MC would be staying overnight at the castle (and to provide him with a summary of the situation itself). The prince also tasked Barbatos with tracking down the malicious demon so that he could finish his own work as soon as possible in order to spend time with the human he cherished. If MC had any lingering fears, he offered them reassuring words and distracted them through fun activities. It was MC’s choice that night whether they slept alone in one of the guest rooms or with him in his bed, securely wrapped in his arms.

It wasn’t long after the demon brothers picked up MC the following morning that Barbatos informed Diavolo that the demon who attacked MC had been located. Shortly thereafter, the low-ranking demon was brought into his office for a private chat about their altercation the previous day. He easily noticed the lies, exaggerations, and hidden hostility in their words, which made it more difficult for him to be professional the longer they spoke. The last bit of patience that he was clinging onto disappeared completely when the attacker claimed that they “only wanted to give MC a good lesson on the true strength of demons.” The prince rose from his seat, taking on his demon form as he promptly yanked the weaker demon up by the neckline of their shirt to bring them to his eye level.

“Your ‘lesson’ nearly killed them,” Diavolo declared sharply to the terrified demon. “You would’ve not only disrupted the balance between the three realms, but also taken the life of someone who’s done a lot for me and the Devildom.” He dropped MC’s attacker to the ground and loomed over their quaking figure. His wings stretched wide while magic sparked from his fingertips. “As punishment for your crimes of attempted murder and lying to your sovereign about it, allow me to teach you a lesson you won’t soon forget.”

Barbatos already knew that humans were fragile, but witnessing MC in such a damaged state was a painful reminder of that fact. He wasted no time in bringing them straight to a guest room in the Demon Lord’s Castle through one of his portals, where he took it upon himself to take care of their wounds in an efficient yet tender manner. The Little D.’s also provided their aid by fetching water, clothes, disinfectant, and any other items that the royal butler requested.

“If it’s too much for you to speak on the matter right now, then that’s all right,” Barbatos assured MC while casting healing magic on their body. “However, I must ask that you reveal everything to me before you leave the castle. It is imperative that I know the truth behind your injuries so that I can guarantee your safety in the future. Furthermore, judging by what I’m seeing here, it’s likely that this incident affects Lord Diavolo’s goals, and I cannot allow anyone to threaten his work or the peace between the three realms.”

When MC felt that the time was right, Barbatos listened patiently as they finally disclosed that they had been assaulted by a demon in town. Holding their hand in both of his own, he replied, “Thank you for telling me all of this, MC. Lord Diavolo and I shall see to it that the demon who attacked you faces consequences for their actions, so you needn’t worry about them going after you anymore. If you’re still feeling anxious, however, then you are more than welcome to remain here until you’re ready to return to the House of Lamentation. ...And, if I’m being honest, I myself feel more at ease knowing that you’re safe and sound right by my side. What I’m saying is, take all the time you need here. It’s no trouble at all.”

For the duration of MC’s stay at the castle that day, Barbatos served the human dutifully as if he was their butler. Whatever they required (as long as it was within reason), he made sure it was done, along with the completion of his regular daily tasks. They even were permitted to sleep overnight there if that’s what they wanted, which also gave Barbatos the opportunity to cuddle them close and reassess their injuries for any additional treatment they may need.

After MC left, Diavolo granted Barbatos permission to go back in time to see who exactly assaulted MC, with the condition that he couldn’t interact with anyone there. Knowing he wouldn’t be able to restrain himself from the sight of someone so special to him being harmed, he entered the past at the time the demon was recovering from being incapacitated by the magic charm. With their identity verified, he returned to the present time and located the demon’s whereabouts. He lurked in the shadows, waiting for the low-ranking demon to be alone before knocking them unconscious from behind.

MC’s attacker awoke in shackles in a room filled with various weapons and dangerous devices. Their stomach sunk at the sight of Barbatos’s sly grin from across the room, realizing that they were in the royal butler’s rumored torture room.

“I’m sure you know why you’re here,” Barbatos remarked as he picked up one of the weapons to toy with it. “Your actions toward MC posed a great risk to both Lord Diavolo’s goals and the life of the one most precious to many others here, myself included. Such misdeeds cannot be overlooked. So, consider this your ‘karma.’ Or, if you’re not as strong as you act like you are, then perhaps ‘execution’ will be the more fitting word.”

Simeon was a nervous wreck from seeing MC’s condition, but he managed to remain calm enough to attend to their immediate needs once the two of them entered MC’s bedroom. For the time being, he concluded that it was more important to prioritize the human’s health over learning how they ended up like this. His voice and gestures contained their usual levels of warmth and gentleness while he took care of their injuries, but his worry lines deepened at each new bruise or open wound he came across. He also became alarmed whenever MC flinched from the pain of certain injuries, causing him to apologize and ask if they were okay before continuing his self-assigned task even more carefully. When MC let him know that they were ready to talk, he checked to make sure they weren’t forcing themself to recall the incident this soon for his sake. They promised that it was fine, so he offered his hand for them to hold and even his shoulder for them to lean on as they spoke.

“Oh, MC...” Simeon murmured sadly at the end of their retelling, his hand moving over to rub their back soothingly. “To think that something like this would happen after how much time you’ve spent here in the Devildom. You didn’t deserve it at all. I’m sure you already know this, but not all demons outside of our friends think about humans in the same way that the one who attacked you does. It was purely bad luck that you bumped into someone that cruel at the wrong time. I wish I could’ve been there to protect you...”

He shook his head and then resumed, “Well, there’s no use dwelling on what can’t be changed. But I’m here now, so please tell me what I can do for you. Shall we get you into some clean clothes? Or maybe you’d like something to eat first? ...Oh! Would you like to see this new app on my D.D.D.? Levi helped me install it earlier and went over the basics, but he wasn’t able to teach me everything since a new episode of an anime was about to start. It’s still a little confusing to me, but perhaps we could learn more about it together? It’s supposed to add silly details to photos, so I’m sure we’ll have fun with it.”

Simeon stuck by MC’s side for as long as they wanted him to and focused on comforting them to the best of his abilities. Once MC was doing better, he left the House of Lamentation feeling a bit more relaxed yet still fretting over what had happened to the human. While mulling over if there was anything else he could do for them, he received a text from Solomon asking him to pick up a few items from Hocus Pocus before returning to Purgatory Hall. Because he accepted this request, he was able to literally bump into MC’s attacker as they were browsing the store’s wares. The demon snapped at him, and in the heat of their anger, they brought up how they “already got rammed into by a pretentious human earlier today” and now had to “find a potion to get rid of the aftereffects of the magic charm they used.”

Simeon firmly pressed his hand against the demon’s sternum to prevent them from storming past him. “It was you who hurt MC?” he questioned with an uncharacteristically narrowed gaze. The demon’s panicked expression confirmed his suspicions. “I see. In that case, listen to me carefully: If you come anywhere near them again, I won’t hesitate to show you exactly why demons used to fear the power of angels. Do you understand?”

The strange burning sensation coming from the angel’s hand that joined with his threat was enough to make the pale-faced demon nod repeatedly, desperate to avoid a terrible fate. Simeon removed his hand and flashed a friendly grin as he bid them a permanent farewell. Sure enough, MC never encountered that particular demon again.

“While I’m glad that my defensive charm was of use to you,” Solomon stated, “it’s unfortunate that you still had to go through such an ordeal. I’ve had my fair share of demons try to pick fights with me, too, specifically back when I wasn’t as skilled with my magic. So, I can understand how you’re feeling right now. Maybe I can create a new charm that activates automatically when its holder is in danger..."

The immortal sorcerer brainstormed the technicalities of making this type of magic charm, muttering his thoughts aloud as he searched in his collection for a potent tonic that would aid in healing MC’s injuries. He had decided to use the spell that allows him to instantly travel to different places in order to take MC back to his room in Purgatory Hall. It was not only one of the best places for privacy, but it also contained plenty of magical items that would help with MC’s current condition. He had already taken care of their dried blood, tattered clothes, and small scratches, which only left the bigger wounds and bruises untreated. Throughout this time, he had listened to his fellow human’s explanation about how they ended up this way. He wasn’t too shocked that this sort of exchange occurred, but it deeply angered him nonetheless, even though he didn’t outwardly express it.

Solomon soon chose the best tonic he could find, giving it to MC to drink as he resumed, “In any case, I’ll make you a duplicate of that charm so that you can protect yourself if a similar situation arises. Still, your best bet in avoiding any irritable demons would be to stick with someone you know when you go out.” He grinned warmly at them while retrieving the empty bottle from their hands. “I’m more than willing to join you anytime, MC, so don’t hesitate to contact me. Whether it’s to hang out or just to watch over you, I always enjoy the time we spend together. ...Oh, look at that! The bruises on your arms are already starting to fade. That tonic worked very well. How are you feeling, though? Any other ailments I should address?”

Just to be sure that there were no unusual side effects from the magically enhanced healing items, Solomon insisted that MC stay with him for a little while longer. The two of them engaged in leisurely and comforting activities during that time, like reading, watching videos on DevilTube, and listening to music. Solomon also tried to cook MC a meal—certain that they must’ve been hungry after everything that happened—but they managed to talk him out of it. (They want to get better, not worse!) Depending on how well MC was doing in the evening, they either went back home or spent the night at Purgatory Hall with Solomon and the others.

After escorting MC home from RAD classes the following afternoon, the sorcerer locked himself in his room to conduct a summoning spell. He had noticed a peculiar strand of hair on MC’s shirt the previous day and—based on some of the hair-pulling struggle in their story—concluded that it belonged to their attacker. It was a lucky find that enabled him to summon the low-ranking demon directly to his room without having to track them down. Once the demon appeared, Solomon quickly followed up with a spell that rendered them completely immoble.

“What’s this? Can’t move?” the witty sorcerer inquired with feigned surprise. “I thought you wanted to show us humans ‘what demons are truly capable of?’ Well, since you’re not going anywhere, I’m going to show you what I’m capable of when you hurt someone important to me.”

It was fortunate that no one else was home to hear the demon’s mangled screams.

“What an awful demon!” Luke huffed as he helped MC clean and bandage their wounds in the bathroom. “They had no right to treat you like that just because you bumped into them by accident! Demons really are—!” He paused abruptly, realizing what he was about to say. As easy as it would be for him to label all demons as “evil,” “ruthless,” “the worst,” and so on, he knew better now that such thoughts weren’t true, especially with how kind the demon brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos had been to him.

“I’m sorry, MC,” Luke said. “I’m just really upset about what that demon did to you. But I shouldn’t be focused on my feelings right now. Are you okay? If you’re feeling up to it, would you like to try one of the cupcakes I just brought over? I made extra so that I could share them with you and the others. That’s why I was here when you came home. Beel isn’t around right now, so they should still be in the kitchen.”

The young angel put on a smile for MC’s sake, and it seemed to be enough to persuade them to accept his suggestion. While they went to their bedroom to change out of their blood-stained clothes, Luke trotted off to the kitchen to fetch a cupcake for them. During his brief time alone, he pondered over what happened to MC, and his heart ached from how hurt his best friend was and from the understanding that not all demons were as accepting of humans and angels as those closest to the two of them. He didn’t want MC to go through such a scary, terrible event again, so shortly after he entered their bedroom, he offered to cast his angel’s blessing on them, which would protect them from any other malicious demons. He also told them that they can rely on him anytime, even if it’s just to accompany them to a store.

Luke then stayed with MC for the rest of the day, chatting and playing games until he fell asleep and Simeon was called to pick him up. The next time the young angel saw all of the demon brothers together, he scolded them, demanding that they do a better job in watching over MC from now on. (The brothers outwardly brushed off his remarks, but they actually felt the same way. By this point, though, they had already learned about what happened from MC and handled the demon together through their own means.)

“Considering the results of the latest ‘RAD Exchange Program’ survey, I can’t say I’m too surprised about this,” Mephistopheles noted. “Nevertheless, this is unacceptable. Any civilized demon— Hold it! The bandage will fall off if you don’t wrap it correctly, and then it'll be harder for that cut to heal.” He sighed as he took off his white gloves and set them on the table in the human’s bedroom, not wanting to get any of MC’s slightly-oozing blood on them. “Hand it here. I’ll wrap it for you this time, but watch carefully.”

When Mephisto had come over to the House of Lamentation to borrow a book from Satan, the last thing he expected to encounter in his short visit —and just before leaving, of all times!—was a battered MC. To top it off, now he was dressing their wounds! Though, if he was being honest with himself, he was more concerned about what transpired between the malicious demon and MC than about having to spend more time at HoL on his day off.

“As I was saying,” Mephisto went on, scooting his chair a bit closer to where MC was seated beside him while he tended to their arm, “any civilized demon would know better than to threaten Diavolo’s goals. They may as well have put a target on their back for assaulting an exchange student, especially you out of everyone. But without a name, that target could still easily hide in a crowd. How would we bring them out into the open...?”

After securing the bandage and putting his gloves back on, Mephisto had an idea. He proceeded to ask MC to describe the demon who hurt them in as much detail as they could recall. The image of the individual that formed in his mind prompted him to take out his D.D.D. to show MC a photo of some RAD students that he used for a past newspaper article.

“That’s them on the end?” he double-checked with the human. “You’re certain? ...All right, then leave the rest to me. In the meantime, focus on taking care of yourself, got it? And if you need anything, you can call or text me. Don’t abuse this privilege, though! Anyway, I’ll see you in class tomorrow.”

Mephisto believed that noblemen like himself should never get their hands dirty, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t tear apart MC’s attacker in another way. Once he returned home, he drafted an article about the incident, complete with the malicious demon’s name and face, and emailed it to the demon with the warning that if they didn’t want it to be published, then they would meet him in the newspaper club room before tomorrow’s morning classes. Sure enough, the demon arrived the next day, their expression irate but their words filled with fear and desperation. They admitted to everything that had happened with MC the previous day at Mephisto’s request, but they also tried to rationalize their actions and plead why the article shouldn’t be published. Unbeknownst to the demon, however, Mephisto had already sent the article to Diavolo and Barbatos and even had his phone opened in the middle of a call with the two of them, allowing them to hear everything MC’s attacker had said to him. Within minutes, the prince and butler entered the room to seize the demon and punish them for what they had done. No one saw that student ever again, much to Mephisto’s delight.

“Hm, so that’s what happened...” Raphael muttered pensively, his gaze trained to the shirt he was sewing in MC’s room. He had asked the human to give him their tattered clothes for him to mend, certain that he could fix it to be as good as new considering how often he used to do this for Lucifer’s younger brothers. He also insisted that he didn't mind doing so since he was free the rest of the day—he was just on his way out from a brief meeting with Lucifer when MC had run into him. As he worked, MC spoke to him while they tended to their wounds and changed into clean clothes, not once feeling the angel’s eyes on them but assured that he was still listening to them when he was able to repeat back things they had said.

“That goes against Lord Diavolo’s rules here, though, right?” Raphael questioned. Upon receiving confirmation, he continued, “Then, that demon broke a law. Such an act cannot go unpunished. When I find them, I’ll take care of them for you.”

Regardless of MC’s response, the angel was determined to seek justice. In his mind, just as those in the Celestial Realm were obligated to follow the rules, so should those in the Devildom, no matter how feral or bound by instinct the demon may be. Plus, he wasn’t going to let anyone get away with hurting someone close to him, especially for no good reason. But as for the present moment, he would finish mending MC’s clothes and, if they wanted him to, stick around a little longer to help them feel better and safe.

“Make sure Lucifer or one of the others is with you when you go out,” Raphael calmly lectured before he left. “If they’re not available, then I don’t mind if you call on me. And try to keep a closer eye on your surroundings so that you don’t unintentionally upset someone again. Oh, and I'll ask Solomon to make you some more of those defensive charms for similar emergencies. ...I’ll get going now. I hope your wounds heal quickly, MC.”

The next day, MC seemed to be doing better, so Raphael didn’t dwell on the situation as much aside from watching out for anyone who looked like their attacker. But later, when the two of them were out in town, MC caught sight of the demon from before. Raphael wasted no time in summoning a shower of spears that ultimately cornered MC's attacker into an alleyway. He pulled one of the spears out of the ground and pointed it dangerously close to the demon’s throat, his gaze on them just as sharp as the weapon in his hand. If MC chose to intervene, then he’d leave with a threat that’d shake the demon down to their core and drive them to live on the other side of the realm. Otherwise, Raphael would wordlessly cut down the demon in an instant with no remorse, making it clear why he’s known as “the hit man from the Celestial Realm.” In either case, Raphael would feel relieved in knowing that MC was safe from that particular demon, and perhaps other demons would think twice before they lay a hand on the human he protected.

“There’s plenty of demons like that one out here,” Thirteen remarked, her leg crossed over the other as she sat on MC’s bed. She passed the human some gauze from the first aid kit so they could wrap it around their forearm. “I guess that’s hard to believe with those seven brothers constantly fawning over you, but even they were cruel to you when you first met, right? Well, that’s what Asmodeus told me while he was painting my nails earlier. My point is, you can’t ever let your guard down.”

After hearing MC express their understanding of her words, the reaper resumed, “Glad we're in agreement. Now hurry and get yourself fixed up. The sooner we head back out, the better. ...Why? We’re going to get revenge on that demon, of course! I doubt they’re still subdued from that magic charm, but they should still be weak enough for us to track them down.”

While the human finished cleaning themself up, Thirteen excitedly discussed the different traps she had in order to capture the demon and give them a taste of their own medicine. Since MC wasn’t able to properly fight back when they were attacked, Thirteen had every intention of helping them one-up the demon, viewing the skirmish more like a competition that she and MC had to win. The demon struck first, so now the two of them were going to strike back, even harder and better than the attacker would ever expect, she concluded.

Should MC express hesitation toward the idea, Thirteen would try to persuade them by saying that letting the demon get away with their actions would be the same as admitting defeat and permitting them to attack again anytime. Also, despite knowing the true nature of demons, she couldn’t help but feel angry about what happened to MC and wanted to stop anyone who dared to threaten their life.

Whether they followed by choice or were basically dragged along, MC soon returned to the scene of the crime with Thirteen in search of the perpetrator. It took a bit of time, but the duo eventually found the demon on the outskirts of town and pursued them into the forest. Thirteen used a trap she named “Pretty Pitfall Number 6” to blast a deep hole in the ground for the demon to fall into. The reaper stood over the edge of the pit, looking down smugly at the disoriented being below.

“I was expecting more of a fight,” Thirteen laughed. “Oh well. I guess that just makes it easier for me to test out some more traps on you. They’re designed to help me reap the soul of a certain immortal sorcerer, you know. I wonder how they’ll fare on you.” She then happily tossed down a multitude of her handmade mechanisms to attack the demon as payback for what they did to MC.

The cries of the demon echoed through the forest as Thirteen watched her traps in action. Satisfied with their effectiveness, she put her arm around MC’s shoulders and led them back into town for a celebratory meal. (Even if the demon survived, there was no way they’d have the courage or physical strength to retaliate again with the reaper on MC’s side.)

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motivatedtocry · 3 years

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May I ask for a follow up post where MC admits Mammon is actually their favourite but maybe in private vs in front of all the bro’s. I’d love to see their reactions but I feel like Mammon’s private reaction would be so sweet & genuine

of course!

i'm still working on the other brothers and their reactions in private with mc, but this can be an alternative story to the mini series

i hope this is what you were hoping for!♡

Sharing is Caring | Mammon is MC's favorite (Alternative story)

warning! none, all fluff :)

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You came back from the kitchen with some of your favorite pudding. With the spoon in your mouth, tasting the flavor, you curiously looked into your room, looking for Mammon. You found yourself feeling down after not finding him anywhere. You practically ran away from him earlier, he even seemed to keep wanting to talk to you.

You thought it was funny at first, but worry washed your body entirely. What if he went back to not being honest with you about his feelings? It was already a miracle that you two got to the point where Mammon wasn't trying to avoid his feelings. Well, more like lying about them. He was a bad liar, and that helped you decipher what he actually means to say, but how nice it felt to have him opening his heart to you.

What if he felt bad?

You sigh, shaking your head. Checking on him is better than getting it all mixed up in your head. For that reason, you left the rest of your pudding in your room before turning around to start your way to Mammon's room. The house was currently quiet, so you assumed that the brothers were either in their room or out and about.

The walk wasn't long, the closer you got, the more nervous you got. You placed your hand over your chest in attempt to tranquil your rapid heartbeat. You didn't want to admit it, but you did have one demon to pick. You also did deeply care about all of the brothers, but Mammon was special. He cared about you even if he tried to deny it. He even told you how much he didn't want any of his brothers to have you.

He already made his way to your heart, and with that it felt like he went right through it. In a good way, of course.

You knocked on his door a couple of times, loudly enough for Mammon to hear. After a few seconds, from the other side of it, an almost inaudible 'It's open!' had your hand twisting the doorknob to open it. Mammon was lazily sitting on his couch. He looked more like he was lying on it rather than sitting. His legs were spread wide open, and his upper body was relying more on the seat than the back of it. It seemed like he was just casually scrolling on his phone since he was holding it, but looked away from it once he noticed you walk into the room.

"Of course it was you. My brothers barely care to knock when they barge into my room." He says, taking little time to sit properly and put his phone down next to him. "What? Have you finally come to admit that you're mad in love with The Great Mammon?" A joking tone ringed with his words. A smug painted across his face, but you knew that's not how he really felt.

He actually was trying to hide how disappointed he was at your earlier response.

Before you could answer, he spoke once again. "You're unbelievable, ya know that? You're missing a great opportunity here!"

You walked towards him and gently sat next to him; just like he did earlier while you both were in his room. "Oh, yeah?"

"Yes!" He responds.

"I think you are the one admitting you're madly in love with me." You tease.

The pink color you loved to see in his face took over his cheeks. "T-That's not the point!" He shakes his head. "Why did ya come here anyway?"

"To talk my favorite demon. One that I'd pick out of everyone." You give him a cheeky smile. You can't lie, his confused expression was priceless, but the excitement that began to sparkle in his eyes had you feeling all types of ways.

"Huh?!" His eyes widened, and the pink color in his cheeks extended to his ears. You felt your own getting warmer, so he wasn't the only one blushing. You chuckled, trying to keep composure.

"You heard me."

"Time out!" He fixed himself in his seat one more time, changing to a position where he could look at you more directly. "Ya said that you'd pick all of us! Ya better not be playin' with me."

"I'm not."

"MC, ya change your mind quicker than I spend all of my money. I can't keep up! Ya have to be lyin' to me."

"Mammon," you start saying as you hold his hands. He looked like a puppy asking for a treat and if it wasn't because you had something important to say, you'd already be melting. "I couldn't bring myself to say your name out there. Not when all of your brothers were looking at me like they were going to eat me alive! I also... felt bad for only picking one."

"That's exactly why ya should've said my name! Who cares if they feel bad? They should feel bad." He says, and shortly after, sighs. "Ya humans really are somethin'. Especially you!"

You giggle.

"Ya know?" He continues. "I've really been tryin' to tell ya how I feel these days. I can't stand how sad your face looks when I'm not honest about how I feel about you." He voice becomes softer the more he speaks, and his embarrassment also seemed to be going away. "But ya already know how I feel! Why do I got to keep tellin' ya?"

There was a short pause after he talked, and all you could do is look at him dearly. He slowly, but suddenly, approches you and grabs you by your waist, making you sit on his lap. You surely were surprised but you let it happen. He wraps his arms around you tenderly into a hug, closing his eyes as his face touches your torso.

"There were days were I wanted to hold ya just like this. Knowin' that I can do it now makes me really happy." He murmurs. Your heart jumps excitedly in your chest after you hear him, but even more after you notice the smile he had as he held you.

"I'm all yours now." You say.

He looks at you almost indignant. "Ya were already mine! It was just a matter of time ya came running to my arms." He said, making you laugh. "There's no one better to treat ya right other than The Great Mammon."

"You better treat me right!"

"Oh, just ya wait, MC." He held you once more, sofly pushing you until he had you lying down under him. He kissed your cheek, his breathing tickling you and making let out an almost quiet chuckle. "I'll treat ya just right."

#obey me x mc #gn!mc #gn!reader #obey me #obey me imagines #obey me shall we date #mammon obey me #mammon x y/n #mammon x mc #mammon x oc #obey me x oc

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axwalker · 3 years

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Creep 2: I don’t care if it hurts

HIGH SCHOOL AU

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Lexie O’Brien) Book TRR

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Synopsis: Drake and Lexie are star-crossed lovers. Her father hates him and forces Lexie to stop any contact with Drake. Lost and heartbroken, he “bullies” her for two years until he discovers the truth of Lexie’s behavior.

A/N 1 This came up to me after I got an ask from @nestledonthaveone to write a fic based on the song CREEP.

I used to hear this song when I was a teenager, so when I read this ask, I immediately wanted to write something angsty but situated in high school.

A/N 2: Because they’re younger than usual, I decided to change my FC.

Words: 4,110

WARNINGS: Parental abuse, domestic violence, toxic love.

THIS IS NOT YOUR USUAL MARSHMALLOW DRAKE. He was abandoned as a boy, he’s tortured and he doesn’t know how to express his love. His behavior is not excusable.

This is a dark love story. If you’re not comfortable with it, PLEASE do not read it.

ALL MY FICS ARE 18+

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As this is darker than usual; I’m only tagging the people who commented in the previous chapter. If you want to get on or off the list for this fic, please do not hesitate to ask!!

DRAKE

Even if she never looks at me or speaks to me again, she’s mine. Even if I’ve been a horrible jerk to her for two years and she pales every time I pull into the parking lot on my motorcycle, she is mine. Just seeing her with him enrages me, so I walk straight toward my usual seat, directly behind Lexie, and slam my textbook down onto the desk.

Startled, Rys looks up at me, “Hey, Walker. What’s up?”

It’s not the first time he tries to make a move on Lexie. Last time –two years ago, we almost killed each other. Pretty boy might be an entitled ass, but he knows how to fight. Maybe he thinks Lexie is game again after all this time. He couldn’t be more wrong.

“Don’t you have a class this period?” I ask him. Liam cocks his left eyebrow, adjusting the straps of his backpack.

“I fail to see why that concerns you, Creep.”

My smile is murderous. “Get the fuck out of here before I break your face, pretty boy.”

I think he has a death wish because he looks at Lexie when he talks, “See you after class, Alexis, when your watchdog will be busy mowing my lawn.” Finally, he just shakes his head and gets out of the classroom. I resume my daily routine. Staring at the back of Lexie’s head, tracing the curve of her perfect neck, my cock getting hard over her perfect cherry scent.

“So that’s what you like,” I say, leaning forward to speak an inch from her ears. “You like them with blond hair and pink polo shirts. Prospects for Cambridge or shit. A huge trust fund. Don’t you? A brat like you needs someone who can spoil her. I bet you’d introduce him to daddy, wouldn’t you?”

She doesn’t respond. She never does. Her eyes stay stubbornly on the front of the class where the teacher has started writing today’s lesson on the board—my hands fist in desperation. I’m dying for her to talk to me. To look at me. Anything. “Too bad, Lexie. I’ll scare every single one of those fucking entitled boys off. You’re going to sit alone in your house on prom night, crying into your designer sheets like a baby. And I’m going to enjoy it.”

The only sign that she hears me at all is the quickening rise and fall of her shoulders. Even that tiny display that I’ve upset her is agonizing, floods me with self-loathing, but I can never stop. She ripped out my fucking heart, and I can’t deal with the consequences of that alone. I can’t let her go. I’ll never let her go. This toxic feeling is the only thing left between us. My hands shake with the urge to take her in my arms, to stop the trembling I caused. To protect her from everything. Even myself. I’d love to move my fingers up into the silky, brown hair that reaches the middle of her graceful neck. I don’t have a lot of money; most of the cash I earn as a handyman goes to food and fixing my dad’s cabin, but I’d give every last cent for her to turn and lock those soft brown eyes on me, just one last time. Sometimes when I jerk off, all it takes is fantasizing about Lexie looking at me, giving me one of those shy smiles, and I lose it. One stroke. Maybe two. Done. I can’t breathe without having her close. And I can’t breathe with her close. It’s a strange condition, this obsession, but she’s an addiction that I just can’t give up.

How could I? She’s intelligent, strong, and so damned gorgeous. Once upon a time, I thought she had a good heart too. But that was before she broke my pathetic heart only because I’m poor. I’ve been hurting since then, and I need her to hurt too. To know what it feels.

“Do you actually think that dumb rich boy would be a good choice for your first time, Lexie?” I grip my desk so tight it nearly breaks down, just thinking about her being kissed –touched by someone else. “At least that’s one thing us poor motherfuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck. If you went out with Rys for a while, you’d eventually give in and come slumming it one night, wouldn’t you? Knock on my rundown cabin door, begging me to fuck you as we both know you’d like.”

A pretty blush is starting to climb her neck. I have to take a deep breath to keep from kiss her pink cheeks. But I think if I got to touch her skin, my wall of bullshit would crumble. I’ve only fucked one girl. Since seeing Lexie for the first time freshman year, there’s been no one but her. I want no one else. She owns my cock as sure as she owns my heart. How easily she’s forgotten about both leaving me in agony.

“Stop,” she breathes. I freeze. Did she just speak to me? It’s the first time in two years that she’s even remotely acknowledged my existence.

“Lexie,” I managed to say. I’m sorry. I’m so fucking sorry. That’s all it took. One pleading word out of her mouth, and I’m done.

“Just stop,” she says again, turning her head slightly. “Please.”

I fall back in my chair, my heart thundering on my chest. If we weren’t in the middle of class, if I didn’t feel like a monster, I would pull her into my arms right now. I’d hug her until she stopped struggling, then beg her to hit me, bruise me, make me pay for every shitty thing I’ve ever said to her. But before long, the class is over, and she’s leaving the classroom to get out of here. To put distance between us as quickly as possible—and I have no choice but to watch her because I feel physically ill. Still, I manage to get out into the student-packed hallway, my plan to apologize for being crude and a jerk and torturing her for so long.

My head is telling me not to apologize, though. It’s telling me she deserved it for being such a snob, for breaking me, for valuing money and status like everyone else. My damned heart is telling an entirely different story. It’s insisting there is an explanation for her behavior. Am I going to apologize or not? The decision is taken out of my hands when Lexie opens her locker, and the little gift I left before class falls down. It’s a picture I cut out from our last yearbook. In the photo is a gorgeous smiling Lexie above the caption Most Likely to Succeed. Except I’ve crossed out the caption and added my own. Most Likely to Be a Trophy Wife. Watching her read it, I almost get sick right there in the hallway. Usually, she’s perfectly composed, not betraying a trace of emotion where I’m concerned—a real Ice queen. I’ve always thought she honestly didn’t care. Today, though… she’s not pulling it off. Something is not okay with her, and I don’t like it. She has to bite down on her bottom lip to stop it from quivering as she puts the photo back into her locker, out of sight, her bright eyes finding me briefly, massacring me where I stand. Betraying with one single look how much she has been affected by my actions. Christ. She hasn’t been indifferent at all.

Before I can react, before I can call her name, she’s gone, vanished into the crowd of wild students excited to be leaving for the day. And I know what I have to do. I have to see her. To apologize. To get an explanation for everything. Tonight. I’ll return to her house for the first time in two years.

LEXIE

I’ve known this was coming all day. Sitting on the couch in my living room, trying to make myself as small as possible, I watch my father pace. He rants, gesticulating noisily. This isn’t new, my father’s rage threatening me. But it’s going to be worse than usual. Business has declined for him and it’s put his temper on a trigger. Dad’s new wife, Nancy, hates to be on a budget, and she’s been spending his money like crazy all over Paris --where she’s now. When dad gets home from the office, he’s rarely in anything but a horrible mood. A tornado eating up everything in its path. Completely terrifying. At least dad’s temper makes me forget what Drake told me today, the ugly words he said to me, the boiling anger in his eyes when he looks at me.

“Are you even listening?” The slap across the face comes as a shock because I’d momentarily disappeared into my thoughts, but the sting quickly brings me back to reality.

“Yes, sir,” I say, my ears ringing. “I’m listening.”

“This C on your algebra test is going to drag your whole average down.” He’s waving the test in my face. “What a disappointment you are, Alexis. Your teacher shared my disgust.” I nod solemnly, but I’m listening for the rain outside. “I guess you’re your daughter’s mother after all. A poor Mexican girl who could barely count.” It’s not true. My mom learned English and Greek by herself, and she was a great Spanish teacher in Portavira, but my father would rather die than acknowledge how smart she was.

“Don’t talk like that about her,” I retort.

My father snorts. “I beg your pardon?” He takes a step towards me, and I can see the threat in his eyes.

“I’m sorry.” I hate to be such a coward, but I know what he can do to me.” I’ll do extra credit. Something to bring my grade back up to an A.” I wet my lips. “Even if I can’t manage to raise the grade, it’s not going to show up on the college transcripts I sent off with my applications.” That’s the reason I let my focus slip a little in algebra. The finish line is in sight for everyone, and we’re just waiting to find out where we’ll be accepted for college. It’s a wonder I’ve been able to maintain my focus this long in any class, considering Walker sits behind me in every period, brooding making me feel … something. At the reminder of him, I want to close my eyes and dream about him. I replay that night in my garden when he kissed me two years ago, so tenderly and passionately, when he spoke to me so sweetly and honestly before he became the second villain in my story. Someone I dread, as much as I crave the sight of him.

At least that’s one thing us poor motherfuckers have going for us. We know how to fuck. If you went out with that punk for a while, you’d eventually give in and come slumming it one night, wouldn’t you? Knock on my trailer door, begging me to ride you right.

Should I be ashamed of the way my body reacted to those words? I grew uncomfortably damp in the hard plastic chair, the center of my body clenching, seeming to beat like a heart. His breath on my neck made me shiver, head to toe. Even the way he scared off Liam Rys did something to me. Aroused me. Deeply. It got so bad that I broke the rules and asked him to stop. I can still hear him saying my name in that tortured way after. That shocked, uneven sound. Lexie. And whether I’m ashamed of myself for it or not, I know I’ll think of it when I touch myself tonight. His voice, his hands, his eyes obsess me.

“College?” My father snorts, tearing the test in half. “You’re not going to college.”

This grabs my attention. A horrible feeling is making me cold. “I’m…what? What do you mean? I applied to nine different schools. I have a four-point five GPA.”

For the first time, I notice his red face is about more than just rage. There’s…humiliation. I’ve never seen him display that emotion.

“None of the American colleges that accepted you offered scholarships.”

“I’ve been accepted?” I gasp, sitting forward, heart pounding in my chest. “Where? I didn’t see the letters—”

“All the mail in this house goes through me, Alexis. I read them. And you failed to get academic scholarships. You failed. Not that I’m surprised.”

I don’t point out that his refusal to let me participate in any extracurricular activities is more than likely to blame for that. I’m too worried about what he’s saying, what this means. The blood is draining from my head, making the room spin around me.

“Okay, I’m sorry about that. I’m sorry. But…we have money. We can pay tuition, can’t we? Or colleges in Cordonia are almost for free. I can go to any of them; I don’t have to go to NYU.” I have to get out of here. I have to get out of here. This is my way out. College is the escape route. I counted on going back to New York, but I can stay here and go to college in Cordonia City.

“Listen to you, so quick to spend my hard-earned money—spoiled brat. And of course, you can’t go to college in Cordonia. What for? To end up being a schoolteacher like your mom? A housewife as Nancy?” He laughs bitterly. “No, you’ll stay here, and I’ll help you find someone suitable to marry.”

I shake my head. “There’s financial aid, then. Loans or I can get a job and go to college in Portavira…”

“You want to leave, just like her, don’t you? You’re all the same.”

I don’t even flinch when he yanks me to my feet, shoving me into the wall. In fact, for the first time, I took him right into his eyes. And I can see the violence burning on them has nothing to do with me. It never had anything to do with how I behave, my choices, how hard I worked in school. How welcome I made Nancy feel or cooked a roast. It’s about him and his self-loathing. It’s his sickness. Not mine. I can also see that he was never going to send me to college. Because he wouldn’t be able to control me from a distance or stop me from sharing what I’ve been subjected to since my mother died. Not like he does now. He wasn’t physically abusive all the time. Especially not when his new wife is around. But she traveled often, and then he’d push me. Shove me. Slapped me several times. I’ll graduate at the top of my class for nothing. He knew I would all along.

That’s when I realize I’m free. I don’t have money, but college is free in Cordonia. I can work, save a little and go to college in one or two years. I’ll be a writer; it’ll just take more time than I thought. “Go to hell,” I whisper.

He steps back, giving me the momentary satisfaction of his shock. “What did you say?”

Liberated, I scream it this time. “Go to hell!” From the moment I sat down to have this conversation, I knew tonight would be worse than usual, but I’ve just bought myself a ticket to hell. Usually, I can retreat to the untouchable place inside of me as he unleashes his rage, but not tonight. He doesn’t stop at one or two slaps. He punches and kicks, and I’m present for every punch and kick. Every yelled insult. Finally, I start to get scared. I’m crawling across the carpet on my hands and knees, searching for a weapon I can use in my defense when I glance out the window and see Drake staring back at me, his face a mask of horror.

Drake

What I’m seeing just isn’t possible. It can’t be real. My head won’t accept it. Not until her terror-filled eyes meet mine through the window and the truth pounds on my chest, leaves no doubt that this is real life. Lexie’s father is beating her. Her mouth is bloody, one of her eyes beginning to swell, arms and legs visibly weakened. I can barely fucking process it before my body is springing into action, desperate to protect her. To put a stop to the worst thing I have ever seen. What the fuck. Scorching hot rage takes over. I kick in the front door and throw myself between Lexie and her father. His fist is raised, but it pauses when he sees me, his momentary confusion giving me the time I need to knock him out cold. It only takes one right uppercut from someone his own size, and he goes down, his blank, glassy eyes staring at nothing, mouth opened. It’s not satisfying enough.

Nothing will ever be satisfying enough. I want to kill him, destroy him, but my Lexie is struggling for breath behind me, and she’s all I can think about. Turning, I approach her, my heart threatening to jump off my chest. As gently as I can, I catalog all of the cuts and purpling skin. No. No. Who could do this to her? Who could lay a finger on her in anything but reverence? Get her out of here. Calling her name, I reach down to pick her up, but she flinches and hurries back, bringing her body up against the wall.

“Don’t touch me!” Those words filled with fear rip the soul clean out of my body. My hands drop limply to my sides and two years come rushing back, hitting me in the chest like a hammer. Every word, every action. Everything I did to make her life harder when this is what she’s been dealing with at home? Fuck me.

“Lexie…” My voice is as kind as I can. I feel broken. “I’m sorry. I came here to apologize. For everything.”

She puffs a humorless laugh, testing her cut lip with the tip of her tongue. “Bet you weren’t expecting to see this.”

“If I knew this was happening, I would have been here a long time ago. I would have stopped it. I swear Lex.”

Her expression can only be described as stunned. Maybe even a little pissed. “You are not my savior, Drake. You are my enemy. You’ve been for two years, and I want nothing else from you now.”

“I am not your enemy.” Those words barely make it out of me, my chest hurts so fucking bad. “Don’t say that.”

Unsteadily, she uses the wall to try and stand. I try to help her, but she recoils, and it’s a dagger straight into the center of my throat. Nothing less than I deserve, though, isn’t it? Her distrust of me is entirely my fault. I’ve made her hate me. There has to be some way to fix what I’ve done. Please God, let there be away. But right now, my main concern is her physical safety. Knowing she’s been in danger all along is unbearable. I only decided to come here tonight a few hours ago. What if I didn’t? What if I arrived an hour later? The possibilities are going to haunt me for the rest of my life. From the floor, her father groans, shifting slightly.

“We need to get you out of here,” I say, anxious to get her free of this place. “Now, Lexie. I need to get you somewhere safe.”

She’s standing now. Leaning against the wall and cradling one arm to her stomach, regarding me warily. “How do I know I’m safe with you?” It’s so much worse that her question is honest. Not meant to hurt me. She honestly doesn’t know if I pose a threat. It guts me where I stand.

“You are the safest with me,” I say thickly, cursing myself. Wanting to erase the last two years so badly, my hands shake. “Please believe me. I’d die before hurting you. I’d never, Lexie. I’d never do something like that.”

Her father rolls over onto his back and slurs a few words before losing consciousness again. Still, the sound of the older man’s voice seems to scare Lexie, “I…maybe you can just give me a ride to…a motel maybe?” She pushes off the wall, her step uneven as she walks toward the stairs. “I need some things from my room.”

It’s on the tip of my tongue to tell her we don’t have time, but I’m just grateful she’s trusting me enough to leave with me, so I don’t argue. I just wait until she’s halfway up the stairs, then tie her father’s hands behind his back with my belt in case he wakes up before we leave. I have no problem knocking him out a second time, but Lexie has seen enough violence for one night. Cautiously, I walk up the stairs toward the light coming from a room halfway down the hall. This place is a far cry from my home. It’s elegant and clean, and tasteful, but it lacks any warmth whatsoever. It’s cold, like a museum. Turning the corner into Lexie’s room, it’s time to hate myself all over again. There is nothing on the walls, none of the expensive furnishings. Just four white walls, a bed, and a dresser that doubles as a desk. Several textbooks. She looks back at me over her shoulder as if judging my reaction, and I keep my features impassive, though I’m dying on the inside.

“What can I do?” I ask.

“How long do we have?”

“As long as you need.” It’s physically painful not to pull her into my arms when I’m standing this close, and she’s hurt. Sad. Yet full of more inner strength than I’ve ever witnessed in another human being. I’m lucky just to be in her presence. I fucked up royally. And if she allows me back in, I’ll never do it again. It’s probably, definitely, too much to hope for. Being allowed back in. She doesn’t even look sure about having me in her room. Let alone her heart. I was trying to protect my own heart, but I lost it instead.

“Um…” She closes her eyes to focus, a familiar trait I’ve seen in class countless times. “There is a black bag in the hallway closet. Can you just stuff anything into it from the bathroom that looks useful?”

Ask me to bring you a unicorn. I’ll find a way to do it. “Sure.” We work in silence, Lexie taking things out of drawers and adding them to the bag, which I’ve left open on the floor. I add toiletries from the bathroom, and once it’s zipped, I wait, watching her hesitate in the doorway.

“Lexie?” Conflicted chocolate eyes meet mine.

“I can’t just leave, can I?”

“You’re not safe here, baby,” I say softly, trying to keep the residual rage at bay because it’s the last thing she needs. Not to mention she’s had her fill with negativity from me. No more. “How long…how long?”

She shrugs, the saddest expression in her eyes. “My mom died five years ago. Ever since then, it’s gotten worse and worse. Although I never had a chance to talk to anyone about what happened behind closed doors, you know? I don’t think a person can evolve into a monster. It’s inside him.”

“I don’t know,” I say. “I became one, didn’t I?”

That gives her pause, forms a line between her delicate brows. “Yeah. I guess you’re right.”

She starts to walk past me, stops, standing close enough to fill my nose with cherry. “He told me if I ever spoke to you ever again, he would hurt me. Ruin you, have you evicted. Make sure you never got hired again. I didn’t mean to…hurt you. Or hurt your feelings, if that’s what happened.”

That revelation destroys me, sets me on fire. “Jesus, Lexie. You were protecting me? And I…I tortured you for it?” I twist the neck of my T-shirt, trying to calm down, but it doesn’t work. I’ll never be calm again “I’m so fucking sorry.”

She glances at the doorway, then back at me, eyes closed again in that way that says she’s thinking. “All I want from you now is a ride out of here, okay? And on Monday morning, you’ll stop.” She opens her shining eyes again. “No more bullying, Drake. If you’re really sorry, you’ll do that for me.”

Fuck. I couldn’t say one more single shitty thing to her if my life depended on it. Put me at gunpoint, and I’d rather get shot at than torture this girl for one more second. But I’m highly, painfully aware that with an end to the bullying comes an end to the possessiveness. No more scaring off guys who show interest in her. No more getting close enough in class to count the hairs on her head, to smell her sweet fragrance. And to tell the truth, I’m pretty fucking worried I don’t know how to give those things up completely. I don’t think I can physically do it. This addiction with Lexie isn’t something I can cut off. A leg would be easier to sever. But my hesitation is causing her eyes to worry. If I don’t agree to, essentially, let her go… she’s not going anywhere with me. And that means her safety won’t be guaranteed. I need it to be. More than anything.

“No more bullying,” I say, finally. A moment later, I follow her out of the room and down the stairs, trying desperately to count the hairs on her head before I no longer have the chance.

#tw domestic violence #toxic relationship #tw bullying

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samanthadalton · 4 years

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Star crossed lovers (au) part 3

pairings: poppy x mc (bea)

warnings: throughout this fic there will be mentions of substance abuse, homophobia, sexual abuse, violence, NSFW, mentions of abandonment, depression and death including suicide

reader discretion is advised

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(i had a huge writer’s block and im getting back into writing more often so this chapter is pretty short but next chapter will definitely be longer)

word count: 3.3k

part 1: part 2:

The make up

After the never ending nightmare provided by Chloe and her idiotic clique, Bea’s reputation at Belvoire couldn’t possibly be worse. Everywhere she went she was met with stares, or laughter, and some students would even go as far as to catcall her or demand a dance or two. Never so badly did Bea wish she could be invisible but alas it felt as if the world was against her even more and she couldn’t bring herself to find comfort in the person she loves the most, Poppy. After feeling heartbroken from Poppy’s actions, or lack of, Bea had been busying herself over the last couple of days so she wouldn’t have to see the blonde.

It didn’t help that Poppy was constantly blowing up Bea’s phone almost every second, not knowing why the brunette was ignoring her. It wasn’t until cheer/volleyball practice on Thursday that the blonde managed to steal a moment alone with her girlfriend after waiting for the girls to leave the locker room and then making the excuse she needed to find her speaker for practice and pulling an unsuspecting Bea to the back of the locker room.

“Poppy what the hell, let go. I have to be on time for practice since I missed practice on Tuesday because of work.” Bea’s tone is slightly agitated as she tries to shake out of Poppy’s ironclad grip but the unwavering blonde just tightens it embedding the shape of her slender fingers on the brunette’s arm.

“Not until you tell me why you’ve been avoiding me,” her voice is quiet, as she tries to catch Bea’s eyes searching for an answer.

Bea defeatedly sighs and faces the girl, her head slightly tilted down to look the blonde directly in her eyes, “You know why Pops.” Poppy’s grip slightly loosens up and Bea takes advantage and shakes her arm out of her grasp and sits on the bench in the corner with her head between her hands. “After what happened on Monday, I can barely walk through school without some asshole making a comment or giving me a weird look. I feel so… violated.” Her voice was low but soft like she was tired of it all.

Poppy wasn’t used to seeing Bea so vulnerable… so broken, usually when something like this happened at school Bea would reassure Poppy that she was okay and that Chloe’s words couldn’t hurt her. Only this time, it wasn’t just words, they publicly humiliated her girlfriend, and Poppy had never felt so powerless, as she watched her girlfriend on the brink of tears, fists balled up, but she couldn’t bring herself to move, to speak, all she could do was watch. Until Veronica broke out of her own faze and moved towards the brunette and tell everyone off. In the back of Poppy’s mind she knew that she should’ve been the one to defend her girlfriend’s honour, that she should’ve been the one by her side, not just this once but all the other times before, but her fears of everyone finding out the truth prohibited her from supporting her girlfriend, that damned fear that everyone would find out they were together which could be social suicide. For her career obviously, not her friends, they could eventually learn to love Bea, right?

Poppy pushes all thoughts from her mind and sits down next to a crestfallen Bea who’s breaths are becoming quicker, hands still wrapped tightly against her head. Poppy reaches over and wraps the girl in a one armed hug hoping the brunette doesn’t pull away, and feels a wave of relief when Bea nestles her head in the crook of the blonde’s neck and begins to regain her breathing.

“Poppy… why didn’t you say anything?” Bea’s voice was low, slightly muffled as she spoke into the blonde’s neck, if she wasn’t nestled in Poppy’s embrace Poppy would’ve missed the question altogether.

Poppy places her chin above the girl’s head and sighes and as she opens her mouth to answer, she realises that she doesn’t have an answer, or at least one that would satisfy both herself and Bea. Instead she stays silent, though her deafening silence is enough for Bea to know that neither of them had an answer. Bea pulls away from Poppy and pushes herself away from her on the bench leaving some distance between themselves, in more ways than one.

“I… see..” her voice is strained, as she battles with the tears that threaten her eyes, on the brink of exposing her hurt.

“So what do we do now? Bea.. I…I miss you so much,” Poppy murmurs, her voice slightly chokes as she apprehensively fiddles her fingers together.

Bea’s nostrils flare slightly as she grips the bench before using her force to push herself off to face the petite girl, anger flashing across all her features, she involuntarily raises her voice, “You think that this has been easy for me, Pops? It’s literally breaking my heart because I can’t talk to you about this,” her voice cracks slightly but she quickly masks it by clearing her throat and looking away.

Poppy jumps up from her seat and tries to grab Bea’s wrist to turn her around to face her and Bea pulls out of her grasp and moves towards the front of the locker room, Bea’s tone almost pleading as she looks at Poppy with sorrow in her eyes, the angered tone replaced with a softer one “just..give me some space Poppy, I just can’t really be around you right now.” Poppy tries to intercept and just as she opens her mouth Bea puts up a hand to stop her, “seriously Pops, please. After what you and your friends did I just can’t be around you right now.”

Poppy feels anger flaring up inside of her as she scrunches up her face and runs a hand through her hair, “Me?’ she points to herself, losing control of her voice raising it, ‘What the hell did I do? I didn’t even kno-”

Bea practically screams her whole face turning red as tiny specks of saliva leave her mouth as she shouts, “It’s what you didn’t do! You watched them humiliate me and you didn’t do anything! I thought my girlfriend was supposed to support me but maybe I was wrong.” With that she turns and walks out of the locker room leaving behind a broken hearted Poppy who just falters at the harsh reality of Bea’s words.

Poppy sits down on the bench, alone, thoughts running wild through her mind. She doesn’t care about the fact that the girls are probably waiting for her at cheer practice, her heart just hurts too much. She sits in silence until the sounds of heavy footsteps interrupt her thoughts, she looks up hoping it’s Bea but feels dejected when she sees a hint of grey-ish ombre hair.

“Poppy what the hell? We’re all waiting for you to tell us what to do.” Veronica tone impatient and she stands in front of the blonde with a hand on her hip, eyebrows raised. Poppy just hums non committedly, earning a frown from Veronica who in turn, proceeds to grab the girl by her arm to lift her off the bench, pulling Poppy from her reverie.

“Ow, chill V- what the hell” Poppy rubs at the spot which the ombre-haired girl just grabbed and pushes her slightly back, “Can’t I just take like 5 minutes to myself?”

Veronica has known Poppy long enough to know that something is on her mind since the blonde has a pretty clear track record for when it comes to showing up to practice on time, she sighs and cups Poppy’s cheeks staring directly into her eyes, “Now are you gonna tell me what’s up or are you gonna waste all of our time pretending you’re okay?”

“I’m fine V,” she moves towards the entrance of the locker room but is quickly pulled back by Veronica who knits her eyebrows together, features looking downcast.

“P, I’ve known you long enough to know something’s up, tell me.”

Poppy bites her lips her gaze drifts to the ground and she lets out an annoyed sigh, “I finally spoke to Bea”

Veronica perks up a little, “that’s good right?”

Poppy responds with a shake of her head obtaining a look of disapproval from the girl, “what happened when you guys talked?”

“She practically blamed me for what happened on monday, I mean how was I supposed to know that Chloe would do something so cruel? I didn’t think she had the brain cells to even come up with something like that.”

“What the hell?! It wasn’t your fault, do you want me to talk to Bea?” Veronica’s protectiveness bursts out as she awaits Poppy's answer.

‘No, I-, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean she’s right.’ Veronica sits down on the bench and pats the space next to her and Poppy obliges and sits down. “Bea was mad because I didn’t do anything, and she has every right to be mad. I mean, am I a shitty girlfriend?” She looks over to Veronica praying that she holds the answer to her question.

Veronica wraps her arm around Poppy and sighs before speaking, “Do you know why I got involved and stood up for Bea?”

“So my girlfriend could hate my guts because it should’ve been me?”

Veronica exasperates a little, lightly slapping Poppy’s back, “No idiot, I did it for you.” Poppy grimaces as she waits for Veronica to continue. Seeing that she isn’t going to interrupt Veronica carries on speaking, “I saw your face when you realised what they were doing to Bea, and I know that you were feeling conflicted. I mean I wouldn’t want to be in your place, having a girlfriend that no one can know about because our friends hate her because she’s part of the working class or whatever. Or a homophobic dad who has extremely high expectations and expects you to be the best of the best because he thinks it’s what your mom would’ve wanted.” If Veronica’s known for one thing, it's her bluntness. Her cold hard deliverance of the truth stunned Poppy, who for the first time does not have the words as reality dawns on her.

“... You’re right,” Poppy eyes frantically move side to side as she reflects on the past and realises that Bea has had to endure a lot of crap from her friends over the past couple of years, and she berates herself for thinking that her girlfriend could handle it on her own. She groans into Veronica’s shoulder, “God I’m such an idiot… I've been expecting Bea to just be okay with all the verbal abuse and I’ve never said anything to Chloe, I just let it all happen.” She jumps to her feet, suddenly feeling resolved, she looks down at Veronica who just blankly stares at Poppy hoping for an answer for her sudden awakening. “I know what I have to do” and with that she runs out of the locker room ignoring Veronica as she calls out to her.

Poppy moves with determination as she heads over to the hall where volleyball practice takes place and before she opens the door she peeks her head though the window and sees a disheartened Bea running laps as Chloe barks out orders to the rest of her teammates.

She throws the doors open and charges towards Chloe who notices a furious Poppy moving towards her and breaks out into a smile, “Hey P, aren’t you supposed to be at prac-” Poppy practically slams Chloe into the wall and practice comes to a halt as all the girls, including Bea watch the ordeal unfold. “Owww, what the hell” Chloe tries to move from Poppy’s hold as her back is flat against the wall but the shorter girl filled with anger and adrenaline rams the girl back into the wall.

“That crap you pulled on Monday wasn’t cool and you’re not gonna bother Bea or speak about her mom again. Otherwise you’re going to regret it.” Poppy’s eyes bore into Chloe’s, her tone threatening but low, only meant for the blue-eyed girl to hear.

Chloe’s temper flares as she looks over Poppy’s shoulder to see a confused Bea watching the two girls with a frown and in the moment she manages to shove Poppy back and overemphasises her height against the strawberry blonde, keeping her posture straight and her head bent slightly to look down at her, “So what? Because you’re lab partners you guys are all buddy buddy? Who gives a shit about that tramp? What you’re not going to do Poppy is walk into practice and try to embarrass me in front of my team.” Chloe’s voice echoes throughout the hall as she struggles to keep her temper under control.

Poppy’s somewhat startled by Chloe’s outburst but maintains her stoic expression and leans in to whisper, “I could end your life Chloe, don’t test me.” She looks down at Chloe’s hands to see them shaking as they’re balled up into fists, she knows the girl would never touch a hair on her head but she also doesn’t want to escalate the situation any further in case the fallout is bad for Bea. Well, there’s just one more card for her to play, she sighs and rubs her forehead with one hand as she reaches out and clasps one of Chloe’s fists with her other, “I don’t want you talking about Bea’s mom because at least she has one, no matter how shitty she may be.”

All the colour drains from Chloe’s face as her body relaxes and she looks more embarrassed than anything else, using her dead mom as bait for no one to find out about her and Bea? She’ll take that opportunity.

Chloe simply splutters struggling to find the words, so she just wraps her arms around Poppy and mumbles into Poppy’s ear, “I’m sorry, I didn’t realise how much that would’ve affected you.”

Poppy rolls her eyes slightly as she knows that Chloe’s sincerity is only for her and not Bea but she releases herself from Chloe’s embrace and places a hand on Chloe’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I shouldn’t have barged in here during practice but it was eating me up inside and I just had to say something.” Chloe aggressively nods along to each and every one of Poppy’s words and her lips form a small smile, which Poppy reciprocates.

“Well, umm I should get back to practice and so should you, I’ll tell the guys as well to stop too”

Poppy genuinely smiles at the girl and gives her a small thank you before turning around to leave the gym. Her eyes catch Bea’s and she crinkles her eyes a little, giving a small smile before leaving the gym to go to practice in the field.

……

After a couple of gruelling hours of practice Poppy and the rest of the cheerleaders all shower and change before forming a small semicircle around the team captain. Poppy’s gaze shifts between every girl before landing on Veronica’s who gives her a wink. “Great practice today girls, remember that we need to be in top shape for the first football game against Hearst in two weeks.” She claps her hands together as all eyes are entranced on her, “I’m sorry I was late to practice so you guys had to stay back a little longer but remember that your dedication is what’s most important to the team. Also I’m still deciding who will be part of the smaller group to cheer at the volleyball games. When the teams make it to nationals we will be representing Belvoire at the games and will be invited to stay with the volleyball team for two weeks in spring. So…. impress me girls.” The cheerleaders disperse as Veronica and Poppy walk out of the locker room side by side and Veronica bumps Poppy’s shoulder slightly as they walk out to the dimly lit empty parking lot.

“So I’m guessing whatever epiphany you had worked out”

Poppy chuckles a bit, “what makes you think that?”

“Well you weren’t a crazy bitch today in practice so there’s that. What exactly did you do?”

Poppy lazily picks at one of her manicured nails, “What I should’ve done from the start, gave Chloe a piece of my mind.”

Veronica lets out a loud exaggerated cough and Poppy looks up at her eyebrow raised, “well whatever you said, I’m guessing it worked,” she nods her head towards the direction over Poppy’s shoulder and Poppy turns to see Bea leaning against her motorbike her eyes fixated on hers and she smiles. “Well, I’ll take that as my cue to leave” she gives the blonde a quick hug and salutes to Bea before heading into her car and driving away.

Poppy saddles up to Bea and awkwardly tucks in some of her hair behind her ears. Both of them just stare at each other, waiting for the other to initiate the conversation until Bea lets out a laugh.

“So…”

“So….”

“I liked that tactic of yours, slamming Chloe against the wall, I mean I’ve been wishing to do that for years.”

Poppy throws her head back and laughs, “Not my finest moment but I had to do something,” She nervously chews on her lips as she awaits for Bea’s reaction.

“Yeah, that was uh something,” She hesitantly reaches out to the blonde gripping her waist and pulling her closer, “I’m not fully happy with you though, but thank you. I don’t know what you said to Chloe but this was the first practice where she treated me with some decency.”

Internally, Poppy screams with happiness as this was the first time in days where Bea just simply holds her and she wraps her arms around the taller girl’s neck resting her forehead against hers. “I don’t expect you to forgive me, I know I have to earn that. And I know I’ve been a shitty girlfriend-”

Bea shushes Poppy her hand moving up to cup Poppy’s jaw while her thumb circles her cheekbone, “You’re not a shitty girlfriend Pops. It’s just I wish you could just I don’t know, publicly support me a little. No one’s gonna suspect anything about us just because you’re being a respectable human being.”

“I know, I know. If I’m being honest, I just froze, I didn’t know what to do but my first instinct should’ve been to help you. It’s just so hard sometimes when everyone’s watching because honestly speaking Bea? I don’t know how you do it sometimes. You’re the most incredible person ever and you deserve to be with someone you can actually be with, not just someone you have to hide in the shadows with.”

Bea places a finger on Poppy’s lips, silencing her, and when she speaks it’s with the greatest intensity and desirability, “I choose you Poppy. Everyday I choose you. I know it’s not without its challenges but I would rather do hard with you than have it easy with somebody else. You’re worth it all. I just want a little more support, that's all I ask.”

“And that’s exactly what you’re going to get Bea, I promise,” she leans in and places a soft kiss against Bea’s lips and whispers, “I love you so much, and I promise to do better.”

Bea feverently kisses the blonde before whispering back, “I love you too. Now that we’re okay..how would you like to accompany me to a party this Saturday” her eyes gleam with hopefulness as she knows that Ford is already planning a back to school party on saturday and Poppy’s obligations would usually fall align with her friends. “There’s even going to be fireworks.”

Poppy kisses the brunette, “Fireworks huh? I would love to” she kisses Bea again, filled with passion as the couple of days they spent without each other catches up to them and Bea grips Poppy’s hips tighter pulling her impossibly closer to her.

Unbeknown to the girls, a figure in the corner of the parking lot watches the girls locked in a passionate embrace which is eventually broken as the brunette offers to drive the blonde home and they drive off together, happy and content.

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[CN] Kiro’s Village Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

The phone call before this date: here! It happens right before the date, so do listen/read it for better context :)

The date begins with MC waiting around the train station for Kiro after reaching a remote town. A stranger comes up to her.

Stranger: Sister, are you here to visit relatives? Want to take my car?

MC: Thank you… but there’s no need…

Stranger: No need to be shy. My car is pretty fast, so just tell me where you want to go!

MC: I really don’t need… ah!

Someone grips my shoulder from behind, making my hair stand on end. My mind gets flooded with horror stories of female travelers who got duped when travelling on their own.

Kiro: Big brother, I’m here to pick my sister up, so there’s no need to bother you.

MC: Kiro!

I whip my head around to see Kiro blinking at me slyly.

Stranger: Ah sister, you should have mentioned that someone was picking you up!

With a wave of his hand, the man leaves. I heave a sigh of relief, and only now take a good look at Kiro.

It has been several days since we’ve last seen each other, and it looks like he has gotten thinner, and a little tanner. Even so, his eyes remain as bright as always, as though they store the blue sky in them.

Kiro: What’s with your shocked expression?

MC: You scared me just now…

Kiro: Then… I’ll definitely stand in front of you next time, okay?

MC: Mm! Have you been waiting long?

Kiro: Only for a bit. I arrived at the right time. Let’s go, sister. We shall take a big car!

Kiro mimics the stranger’s dialect, playfully pulling on my hand.

MC: W-what are you doing…

Kiro: This is to prevent you from getting taken away by people you don’t know.

We walk across the road while holding hands, and I finally see the vehicle that would be transporting us to the mountain village.

The first thing I see is a huge exhaust pipe pointing straight towards the sky. The wheels, which reach the height of half a person, support this giant creature.

The driver rolls up his sleeves from the front seat and greets us.

MC: Wait a minute… Kiro, when you said “big car”, you meant… a tractor?!

On the mountain dirt path, the wheels whip up gigantic balls of dust, and the loud vehicle scares off sparrows.

MC: Why a tractor…

Kiro: [shouting] What? Speak louder Miss Chips, I can’t hear you!

MC: I said – why is a tractor sending us to the village!

Kiro: [shouting happily] It can’t be helped. The only car in the village was sent for repair, so only Brother Zhang’s tractor is available for use. Don’t you find this interesting? You wouldn’t experience such a fun journey elsewhere!

Barely making out his words over the sound of the tractor, I can’t help but laugh.

MC almost falls out of the tractor during a particular rough turn.

Kiro: Be careful!

Kiro frantically reaches out to pull me back, and my head lands on his chest. His breath encases my surroundings – familiar yet mixed with the freshness of the mountains and forests.

Kiro: Are you okay? Did you hit anything?

I shake my head to signal that I’m all right, wanting to pull myself away from his chest to sit up properly. Instead, he hugs me even more tightly.

Kiro: This is to prevent you from falling out again.

I feel the warmth of his breath on the back of my neck, and it travels up to my ear slowly. I lift my head, only to meet his bright eyes. My cheeks begin to flush.

MC: Kiro, the driver is in front…

Kiro: What did you say? It’s too noisy. I~ can’t~ hear~ anything~

For the rest of the journey, I remain in Kiro’s arms. After many more turns on the dirt road, the tractor finally reaches its destination. By the time we thank the driver, disembark, and step into the village, it’s already late afternoon.

Even though the buildings are ancient, and the facilities are not as modern as in the city, there is life everywhere. In an environment so close to nature, even the air carries with it a certain sweetness.

A large group of villagers surround us once we enter the village. Wherever Kiro goes, he manages to build good relations with people.

Villager A: Ro-Ro, you finally brought your girlfriend? She’s very beautiful, you’re really lucky!

Villager B: Girl, come try my family’s walnut cookies. Take more, don’t be shy!

Villager C: Do you eat braised duck? Try my family’s braised duck!

In a moment, my hands are full of souvenirs.

MC: Thank you everyone… there’s really no need to do this…

I look at Kiro with a silent plea, and he comes over to help.

Kiro: Thank you all for your kind hospitality. Miss Chips just arrived, so I’m going to help her settle down first, all right?

The villagers gradually disperse after leaving a few more kind words. I heave a sigh of relief. Kiro takes the souvenirs from my hands, a little apologetic.

Kiro: Did they scare you? I didn’t expect the entire village to be here… they just wanted to give you a warm welcome since you came from such a faraway place.

MC: I’m happy that everyone is so welcoming, so I’m not scared.

Kiro: That’s great! Let’s put down our bags, then I’ll show you around. There are so many interesting places here. There’s a Flower Valley near the outskirts, and if you continue down the right…

He talks excitedly about the scenic areas and his filming experiences here, as though painting the empty period when we were apart with his colours.

MC: Kiro, do you like this place a lot?

Kiro: Mm, of course. I like it a lot. And now… I like it even more.

He turns to look directly at me. The cloudless sky is behind him, but the sky in his eyes are clear, and of an even brighter blue.

Kiro: What about you, Miss Chips? Do you like it?

Bathed under the sunlight, Kiro’s smile is tender. Yet, his eyes carry within them a certain seriousness.

MC: Mm, I like it too.

In that moment, the look in his eyes becomes even brighter, and he flashes me a wide smile.

Kiro: After dinner, I have a secret surprise for you!

MC: What surprise?

Kiro: I already called it a “secret”, so of course I’ll keep it to myself first!

He blinks at me slyly, carrying our luggage as he runs up the stairs. He stands at the top of the stairs and waves.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry up!

MC: Mm!

In the span of an afternoon, Kiro shows me around the entire village – from the large banyan tree at the door to the river’s thousand-year-old stone path.

We take time to appreciate the traditional textiles, and even eat delicious farm dishes…

Starlight appears in the distance. To city-dwellers, this means that the night has just begun. But to the people here, it means that it’s time to return home and rest.

In the distance, I hear tea women singing. In the midst of the song, I call out to the person who is in front of me.

MC: Kiro…

Kiro: What’s wrong? Are you tired?

MC: No, I’m just a little curious… is the “secret surprise” you mentioned very far from here?

Kiro: Not really. There, it’s on that mountain.

MC: Then why are we bringing a tent?

Kiro: That’s also a secret!

I can only pout and continue following him.

Kiro looks incredibly well-prepared. He’s carrying a tent on his back, a high-power flashlight in his hands. You can tell from a glance that you can’t buy these things from this town.

Even though he is usually bad with directions, he walks with light steps in the twilight, clearly familiar with this path. As for the small black bag he’s carrying… I stare at it with curiosity.

I should just anticipate the surprise he has prepared!

With this in mind, I smile, my footsteps becoming lighter as well.

MC: Kiro! Wait for me!

By the time the heat of the day ebbs away and the sky is lit up by a few stars, we have reached the foot of the mountain. I look at the stone steps in front of me, slightly shocked.

MC: I thought it would be an undeveloped steep mountain road…

Kiro: Hehe, bet you didn’t expect this! Also, this stone path has a legend tied to it.

MC: A legend?

Kiro: Legend says that in ancient times, there was a loving married couple. They agreed to go up this mountain to view the sea of flowers in Spring, the forests in Summer, the sunsets in Autumn, and the stars in Winter every year. But one day, the wife suffered from a grave injury and it became difficult for her to walk. So her husband built this mountain path by hand, so they could continue their agreement till they became old and grey. As we walk up this path, we could be walking in their same footsteps!

Kiro offers me his hand as he says this. Feeling playful, I hide my hand behind my back.

MC: I’m not the wife in the legend who needs support when walking.

Kiro is stunned for a moment, then he laughs.

Kiro: [laughing] All right, then let’s see how amazing this strong and healthy Miss Chips is!

MC: No problem! Let’s race to see who reaches that banyan tree first, how’s that!

Kiro: Does the winner get a prize?

MC: Hm… the person who loses has to fulfil the winner’s wish!

Kiro: Deal!

MC: Three, two, one, go!

With these words, we run up the stone steps. Responsible for carrying more items, Kiro trails behind me.

However, as the mountain path gets increasingly steep, I begin to lose steam.

MC: Huff… huff… another ten steps…

The distance between Kiro and I grows smaller, and I can almost hear his shallow breaths from behind.

With a sudden burst of energy, I release a shout and lunge forward.

MC: Three more… two more… I’ve reached! Victory!!

The moment I step on the top of the steps, I raise up both hands in celebration.

Soon after, Kiro also reaches the goal and gives me a high-five.

Kiro: Ah… I can’t believe I lost… congratulations to Miss Chips for being the champion! You can state your wish now!

MC: Hmm, I haven’t thought about it actually. I just said it in passing just now… is it okay if I save it for now?

Kiro: You’re so sly! I’m reluctantly agreeing, but I’m only extending the time-limit of making the wish to the end of today!

MC: Mm! I will give it serious thought!

After resting for a while, we continue up the path until we reach an empty plain.

Kiro hangs a light on a tree branch, casting the surroundings in brightness. He removes the tent from his back.

MC: I just realised that you planned this right from the start. This tent is big enough to host a party!

Kiro: Savin helped me pick it. He said the blackout tent is especially suitable for…

MC: [blushing] Suitable for what?

Kiro: Mm… you’ll know in a while. [laughing]

After setting up the tent, Kiro asks me to wait outside.

He takes the small black bag and enters the tent. After a while, he sticks his head out of the flap.

Kiro: Miss Chips, come in.

MC: Eh? Do you need help with anything?

Kiro doesn’t respond, but his eyes are crinkled, a secretive smile on his face as he looks at me. I can only play along with him, bending down and entering the tent.

MC: …it’s so dark! Why didn’t you turn the light on?

Right after the words leave my lips, a sea of stars appear before my eyes.

In the tent, countless little star-shaped lights flicker. It’s like magic. The warm yellow lights illuminate this space - a space belonging only to the two of us.

The source of the light is in his hands, and light is also reflected in his bright blue eyes.

MC: It’s beautiful… is this the surprise you wanted to give me?

Kiro hangs the final star lamp on the tent carefully. He lowers his head and answers my question.

Kiro: [cheeky laughter] This is more like the “appetizer” of the surprise. The “proper meal” is still on the mountaintop, and is even more beautiful than this!

MC: Mountaintop?

Kiro: Mm! There’s a banyan tree with long, winding vines that form an enclosed natural area. Last time, the film crew strung several lights similar to these on the vines, and it was so beautiful to look at in the night! After the filming was over, I specially asked them to keep the scene as it is, so that I could bring you there someday.

He takes a step towards me, offering me his hand.

Kiro: May I ask if Miss Chips is interested to go to “Kiro’s special, limited-time-only secret base” with me?

I nod my head vigorously and place my hand in his.

MC: Of course! I’m looking forward to it!

MC and Kiro carry on upwards but fail to notice that the clouds are grey and that it’s about to rain.

It starts pouring and they realise it would be too late before they can reach the tent. Kiro notes that the mountaintop doesn’t have shelter either, so they head to a nearby cave to seek shelter.

The cave isn’t very deep, but it’s dry. In a corner, there are traces of burnt candles and food offerings.

MC: Looks like this place was used by the villagers to worship the mountain god…

Kiro: Mountain god grandfather, I am grateful that you have lent us your cave so we can hide from the rain. If you can hear this, please give the rain god a call so that he can make the rain stop quickly!

Seeing Kiro putting his hands together and talking to the rock reverently makes me laugh.

Kiro: You’re laughing at me? I’m seriously praying here!

MC: I’m not laughing, I’m not laughing. I believe the rain god will soon get the call!

Despite what I said, the rain doesn’t seem to be letting up. I roll my slightly sore ankles and turn to look at Kiro.

MC: Why are you sitting down?!

Kiro: [sighs] The rain wouldn’t be stopping anytime soon, so why not take a break.

He is sitting down, leaning against the stone wall. He tosses a wave in my direction.

MC: That makes sense…

I move over to Kiro and prepare to sit down, but he spreads out his arms.

MC: What’s wrong?

Kiro: The floor is too cold! I think Miss Chips needs a warm cushion.

He looks at me with a straightforward expression, as though predicting that I would agree.

MC: In that case… you’re not allowed to complain that I’m heavy.

Kiro: I wouldn’t!

I walk towards his outstretched arms and carefully sit on his legs.

He holds my hand firmly with one hand, and takes up the star lamp in the other.

In the darkness of the night, the only source of light rests in between us.

Fine speckles of light adorn the sturdy rock, the trees that are drenched outside, and both of our eyes.

I see my own reflection in Kiro’s eyes – there is a little panic, a little embarrassment, and a little shyness.

To calm my rapidly beating heart, I break the peaceful and silent atmosphere.

MC: Mm… I wonder when the rain would stop…

As my words leave my lips, I tell myself: “Oh no”.

Sure enough, Kiro’s eyes dim, and the smile originally on his lips turn downwards.

Kiro: [pouting] I should have checked the weather forecast…

Looking at his downcast expression, I try to comfort him.

MC: Today has already been a very happy one for me. So it doesn’t matter even if I can’t see the lights on the banyan trees.

Kiro: But…

He shakes his head, bending forward to wrap me in his arms. The tips of his hair brush my cheeks, and his breath carries with it the dampness of the rain.

Kiro: I’m sorry, Miss Chips.

Hearing the despondent voice coming from the head buried in my shoulder, I suddenly feel a heaviness in my heart.

MC: …why do you have to apologise?

Kiro: I ruined this whole thing… I wanted to have a “Tidbit Eating Showdown” with you, but it can’t happen because of me. And then I wanted to give you a romantic surprise, but because of the rain… Miss Chips, I don’t want to disappoint you. I want every single one of our dates to be perfect.

The melancholy, regret, and resoluteness in his tone makes me hold him tightly.

MC: I think our dates are already perfect.

Kiro: [sighs and sniffs] Miss Chips…

MC: Because… there’s me, there’s you, and there’s nothing missing.

I straighten up and look into his eyes as we sit under the starlight.

MC: We rode a tractor, visited every corner of the village, raced up the mountain, and even hid from the rain using the mountain god’s turf. This isn’t just an interesting date - it’s an extraordinarily interesting one!

MC: Come to think of it, it seems like every time I’m with you, we have these unexpected yet memorable special experiences!

MC: So perhaps that starry scene at the banyan tree is an invitation letter to our next “perfect date”!

Clearly not expecting what I just said, he blinks at me in a daze.

Kiro: Miss Chips, are you truly happy today?

MC: Yes! Oh, I thought about what my prize should be from that earlier competition.

I reach out to place my hands on both sides of Kiro’s mouth, then tug upwards gently.

MC: I want to see Kiro’s signature smile!

We maintain this comical position while looking at each other. My reflection in his eyes contains a serious expression and also a hint of stubborn silliness.

At first, Kiro is stunned. His eyes seem to have harnessed all the light from the lamp.

Even without my assistance, Kiro smiles automatically.

--It’s a smile that belongs to him, and a smile that he shows only to me. No matter when, or whatever happens, Kiro’s smile always brings me warmth and strength.

Kiro: Oh!

As though suddenly realizing something, he raises his pinky finger towards me with a brilliant smile.

Kiro: Do you remember the promise we made last year at the Spring festival?

MC: Of course I remember. You said… that you would be with me in the future.

Kiro: Not quite. It’s that I would be with you forever. But this time, let’s add on to the promise.

MC: Add on?

I hesitantly hook my pinky finger with his, and the place where our fingers link is a place where a tiny star-shaped speckle of light happens to be.

Kiro: The promise I want to add on is that I would not only be with you forever, but I will always be happy when I’m with you!

MC: Mm! Me too!

Kiro: It’s a promise! This is the mountain god’s turf, so he will be our witness!

I nod my head vigorously.

His voice melds together with the lights in the cave.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look. The rain has stopped.

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Call after the date: here

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maomao-words · 4 years

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Hi there! Will you be okay writing a hc of the MLQC boys finding out that MC self harms and then help her with her depression? I get that Depression and Self Harm are sensitive topics, so if you are not comfortable, I'd understand too !

Hey, dear! I have written for several fandoms so far and each time a request such as yours comes to me I always feel terrified of writing it for the fear of it coming off as mocking or trivializing depression.

Depression is not an easy topic to write about and I absolutely do not wish to offend anyone with this. But when I think of the possibility of these HCs somehow making someone, anyone, out there feel a little bit better about themselves, I always decide to write them even if it is out of my comfort zone.

Just few words of serious warning here. I am not an expert on mental illnesses nor am I a doctor. Although I am not exactly mentally healthy myself, I have never been diagnosed with depression either. I will try my best to make this as accurate as possible, based on my readings, my own experience and my friends’ struggles.

So, please, do not hesitate to tell me if something is erroneous or can potentially offend or trigger anyone who has depression and I will immediately take this post down, you have my word.

The purpose of these HCs will be to heal and to comfort and NOT to belittle or mock depression. For all of you out there, who are battling with depression, you are real warriors and I pray to God you never stop fighting. Keep clinging to hope and never be ashamed to seek out help.

Trigger Warning: Depression, mentions of self-harm.

MLQC Boys helping an MC who self-harms and is struggling with depression:

Victor:

Victor knew from the start. He noticed the abnormal long sleeves in extremely hot days, noticed the unconscious tug you give their hems each time you think they are going to expose your skin and noticed the way your eyes violently tremble each time his touch gets too intimate. Victor knew something was wrong, knew that you were hiding a secret from him, but he never pressured you to say a word. He wanted you to come to him by your own free will and tell him what you were holding back whenever you felt ready and comfortable enough to do so. Only when your face got so much pale, your eyes grew empty and hallow, your appetite for food almost disappeared and your sleeves got longer and longer until they reached the tips of your fingers that Victor finally spoke to you.

It was during a late dinner date in Souvenir when Victor broke the silence with a quiet “How can I help?” spoken in a whisper. He didn’t want you to push yourself to speak nor did he want an explanation for the thin cuts scattered across your wrists. Victor simply wanted to help. In any way, in any form, using whatever means he had. If you wished for his own life, Victor would give it away for you, without as much as blinking an eye. Victor just doesn’t you to shut him out. He will not judge you or scorn you, nor ask you to “fix” yourself. Victor fell in love with a human; a human with abilities and flaws, strength and weakness and he will accept her as she is.

Victor will be there for you each step of the way. If you choose to seek professional help, be sure he will arrange to you the most talented psychiatrist out there no matter which country they reside in and makes sure that you are comfortable enough with them. Rest assured, Victor’s behavior will not undergo any major changes even if you choose to tell him all about the demons residing in your head or lift up your sleeves to show him your scars. He will continue you to treat you in the same way since he does not consider you to be any different. In his eyes, you’re the same dummy he fell in love with. It doesn’t matter for him that at certain days, you would feel too empty to even get up from the bed or too tired to brush your messy hair or drink your coffee. It does not matter for him if at days you feel incredibly happy and smile so brightly before suddenly sinking into darkness and sobbing your heart out to him. None of this matters because Victor will be there in any case, every day, whether good or bad, and will kiss you good morning, insult your bed hair before threading his fingers through it, tenderly kissing its ends.

No matter which path you choose to walk, Victor will be there for you. He did not fall in love with you to force you to wear a mask or pretend to be happy when all you want to do is scream your heart out. Victor fell in love with you because you are clumsy, spontaneous, strong, vulnerable, fierce and weak all together. You deserve to be loved for who you truly are, and Victor will make sure to do exactly that.

Gavin:

The blood. He needed to stop the blood.

Visiting your apartment on a Saturday afternoon with a carefree date plan in mind, Gavin was not exactly ready to be greeted with the sight of you sitting on the bathroom floor as blood trickled down your wrist and pooled beside your legs. Gavin’s initial reaction could be described as calm. The nature of his job, which made him quite used to scenes of blood, would enable him to rapidly make a rational observation of the situation and directly act. Gavin’s first priority was snatching a towel from a nearby shelf, tightly wrapping your wrist to stop the bleeding before carefully carrying you in his arms to your bedroom. His first instinct was to immediately bring you to a hospital and get you properly checked up by a doctor, but the empty look in your eyes as well as the silent tears dripping across your cheeks as you slowly shook your head in refusal, made Gavin reconsider his options. After all, the last thing he wished to do was put further pressure on your already broken self by dragging you against your will to a hospital and leaving you exposed to a variety of questions and pitying looks there.

So Gavin unwillingly compromises. He checks the cuts on your wrist himself and sighs in relief as they turn out shallow enough to be treated without risk. As Gavin picks up the first aid kit from your bathroom and sits down on your bed to carefully disinfect the cuts, the feelings of anguish, grief and self-hatred finally bursts to the surface. After holding all of these feelings back for the sake of taking care of your bleeding body and controlling himself to the best of his abilities, Gavin finally felt tears pricking his eyes. His lover, his world, his everything was suffering in front of his eyes. The woman he loved with all of his heart, the beautiful and kind soul was constantly putting a brave face even when the pain got too overwhelming that she wanted to scream and cry out. His sweetheart was facing a seemingly never-ending battle with the demons inside of her head everyday and still she found enough courage to wake up and face the world every morning. How could he not cry?

“How can you be so strong?” was the first thing coming out of Gavin’s lips. He gently squeezed your hand and looked at you in the eyes, gaze carrying all of the unspoken words he wishes to say. He wanted to sit there all night and tell you about the amazing woman you are. How brave, how strong and how fierce you are for facing the world while carrying so much upon your shoulders. The woman Gavin loves is a soldier much, much braver than him and he cannot be any prouder of you for not giving up on life despite it all. If you need an attentive ear to listen, Gavin will be there for you whether it’s four in the morning or two in the afternoon, whether it’s just to cry your heart out to him or to tell him all about those venomous thoughts swirling inside your head. If you ever wish to seek professional help, be sure that Gavin will support you in every step you take and will never leave your side. He loves all of you and that will not change no matter what your situation is. Whether you are laughing or crying, hurting or enjoying life to the best of your abilities, Gavin will be there, holding your hand, giving you the strength and comfort you will always deserve.

Kiro:

“It’s more than okay to feel this way,” Kiro softly whispered in your ear the day you decided him to bare your all for him, body and soul.

His hands tightened around your waist, bringing your naked form close to his chest. His long, smooth fingers tenderly trailed across your stomach, up to your breasts and down your arms until he reached your wrist. Kiro ever so gently traced the scars scattered on your soft skin, barely applying pressure as if scared he will hurt you if he pushes the slightest against the skin. You could hear him take a sharp intake of breath as his fingers traced your arm up and down, sending shivers of pleasure and comfort across your whole body. Kiro’s hands continued to do so for a short while, letting your tense body unwind and comes undone under his careful and tender touch before he spoke again. Kiro’s voice was no higher than a whisper beside your ear as he told you how grateful he is that you have never given up on life and how much he loves and adores you with all of your scars and pains. You could hear his voice tremble the more he talked and you could feel something wet hit the side of your neck as Kiro nuzzled his face in the crook of your shoulder. At that moment, one thought was swirling in your head: In Kiro’s arms you were home. And home is where you are simply accepted and embraced with no questions asked.

Once Kiro learns of the venomous demons inhabiting your head and pushing you to make yourself bleed, he will make sure to pour more of his addictively sweet love to you. So be ready to be pampered to death by this man. Do you feel like staying in your room all day doing nothing at all? Kiro will make sure to empty out his schedule, gather all of the soft blankets in the house and huddle up next to you under the sheets with snacks in hand whenever the darkness in your head gets too overwhelming for you to fight it. Do you feel a little bit better, ready to go out for a date? Kiro will also be there, hand intertwined with yours, as he allows you to pick whichever destination you want to go to, without ever pushing you too far or forcing you do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable.

So, in your dark just as in your bright days, Kiro promises he will be there. He will smile when you do and hold you close whenever you feel like crumbling down. He will give you space and time whenever you need them and stick close to you if you feel like the world is crashing around you .Kiro will be more than content to simply walk by your side and match your pace in your journey towards healing. He will be there when you feel courageous enough to take baby steps forward and he will never abandon you even when you shut yourself in your room and come so close to giving everything up. Kiro will be there, through it all. So do not be afraid, and lean on his sturdy back, and let his gentle warmth and kind heart heal your very soul.

Lucien:

Lucien would have definitely noticed your mental situation long before you decided to tell him anything. Lucien’s strongest forte of observation would enable him to tell the darkness you would often find yourself drowning in and he would always try his best to help you as subtly as possible. Once you feel ready and confess it all to him, Lucien’s help would turn more explicit and vocal, now that you have given him your consent to receive help. Lucien might not be an expert in mental health but he is more than ready to introduce you to one of his psychiatrist friends, whom he has absolute trust in their skills. But if you do not feel ready to talk to anyone yet, Lucien will respect your decision and encourage you to take as much time as you need. He will be there for you, whichever choice you make.

Expect small gestures that make you feel instantly better every day from now on: Your favorite flower on your desk on days where work feels too overwhelming, a delicious breakfast in bed in the mornings where your eyes are puffy from crying and you’re feeling too hallow to even get up, the cutest diary in your favorite color left beside your pillow for you to write your heart out. All of these and more will gradually manifest into your life as days go by.

Lucien understands. He understands very well, probably more than anyone else, that he cannot exactly banish all of your doubts and insecurities. Life is not a fairy tale. Life is harsh and unfair. It will knock you down and mock all of your attempts to get up. It will hurt you and scar you and turn your soft heart into a torn, bleeding mess. That is life and Lucien will not try to sugarcoat reality. But Lucien knows how to make you look at life and feel something else beside pain and hatred. He will bring you to parks and let you soak up the sun and doze off on his lap. He will bring you to watch your favorite movies over and over again and drive you to see the sunrise even if at the cost of his own sleep. He will invite you to cat cafes and watch as you swoon over the fluffy and cuddly animals and hug them closer to your chest. But Lucien will also be there if you choose to shut the wold off and you could no longer see the light surrounding you. He will sit there in silence with you and pat your head until you fall asleep. He will switch outdoors dates to indoors ones and try to lessen the weight on your heart as much as possible without ever giving up on you.

No matter how much your demons whisper and scream, Lucien will be there to deny all of their words and remind you that you are loved and that when all of this is over, “I will still be here and so will you”.

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Gravity

Chapter 5 of Ricochet (An Open Heart AU)

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Synopsis: As Heather struggles to decide how to move forward, she and Bryce gets embroiled in a night full of revelations.

Pairing: Rafael Aveiro x MC (Dr. Heather Song) | Bryce Lahela x MC (Dr. Heather Song)

Words: 2.7k+ | Genre: Crime, Mystery, Thriller, Romance

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / language and a bucket heap of angst (maybe more)

Author’s Notes: I will expect some hate towards all the drama, but a love triangle is always a complex subject to deal with. In reality, navigating through it does not spare any of the hearts being broken at some point or another, because of the level of humanity that gets exposed when love isn’t returned. I know that firsthand.So this chapter is somewhat taken from that very real experience. But I promise, there’s purpose at the end 🌈🙂

This was inspired by IMHO, one of the angstyiest songs ever produced in the face of the earth - Gravity by Sara Bareilles. Also, disclaimer: majority of the characters are owned by Pixelberry, except the main character Heather Song and an OC villain Jordan Anderson.

Thanks for taking the time to share and read this ❤ BTW, are you Team Bryce or Team Rafael? Let me know in your reblogs!

Rafael tucked his cold hands inside the pockets of his jacket as he kicked a random rock from the sidewalk. He badly wanted to sleep, but he can't. He can't stop thinking about what he's done to Heather, and about how he much he hurt her.

He can't stand staying in his apartment due to the memories that flooded each corner, couldn't even bear to clean up the pieces of shattered glass from that night. So that cold night, he decided to sulk in the middle of the crowd. At least, he wouldn't be alone.

He arrived at Donahues, and nodded to a few regular patrons as he approached the bar. He asked Reggie for a bottle of beer, and settled himself on one of the stools.

As he was about to take a sip, he heard a voice nearby. He could single out that voice anywhere, so his eyes immediately darted towards the direction of a nearby booth. Once he found who he was looking for his gut twisted in knots. He knew that silhouette like the back of his hand.

There she was, leaning on an old jukebox, a glass of cocktail in hand. His heart jumped inside his rib cage, excitement at the sight of her flooding in. He twisted himself to stand, but abruptly stopped as he saw a tall figure approach her.

Even in the dim light, she saw her brilliant smile as she looked up at the guy. He instantly felt like an idiot all over again.

A fast-paced song flooded through the speakers. He saw Bryce offer a hand to her, which she happily took. Rafael saw them dance to the beat, laughter filling the gaps in between. He noticed a new spring in Heather's step, taking him back to the first time he brought her home to his grandmother. It was the same night when he taught her how to dance samba, with only the moon and the dim street lights illuminating their movements. The very night he decided to pursue Heather - the only woman who embraced him at the time when all he could offer was himself, a woman whom at first he thought as entirely out of his league.

All of those fading memories suddenly returned in full color, now when that same woman is dancing with anyone but him. Now it wasn't his hands holding her, it wasn't him who's making her laugh, it was no longer him who made her smile. Instead, he became the cause of her pain.

He looked away, the idea of Heather being with someone else becoming more unbearable by the second. He leaned heavily on the bar and chugged the rest of his beer, before asking for another bottle. He covered his face with the palms of his hands, as the pain of his guilt pricked him inside like a fresh wound.

When the tune ended, he looked back at Heather and didn't immediately find her.

"Rafael?" he stopped as he recognized who just said his name. He wanted to ignore her. But deep down all he wanted was to make amends and be hers again. So despite his shame, he turned to face the music.

"Heather," he straightened himself up, sobering when he saw the shine in her eyes. "How are you?"

"I'm doing fine," her icy tone was like salt to his open scar.

"Can we talk?"

"Why, so you could come up with another of your lame excuses?" she leaned away from him as she ordered a round of shots.

"I deserved that," Rafael rubbed the back of his neck. He stepped closer, fixated in trying not to touch her. "Heather, please, just this once."

"Okay," Heather said before she even had the time to think. She couldn’t help herself, she was still drawn to him, and she cursed herself for it. One moment with him seemed to decimate all of her fragile strength. "Let me just bring this over to the guys and then I'll meet you outside," she turned before walking away, "but you get only 10 minutes, then we're done."

“That’s more than enough for me,” he nodded. He trailed her with his eyes before he went outside, finding an empty table in the back garden.

Heather handed out the shots among Jackie, Aurora, Sienna, Elijah and Bryce while she explained the situation. Bryce almost choked halfway through his tequila when she mentioned Rafael. It was as if a bucket of cold water just washed over him. He made an effort to keep his cool, while he internally battled with his desire to stop her from going back to him.

Heather was able to make a read on Bryce’s sudden silence though. He was full of life just a few minutes ago, when he twirled her around as they danced together. She was almost certain that he wanted to interject, but chose not to interfere.

“You really wanna do this?” Aurora broke the quiet that fell upon their booth.

”I don’t know if it’s the best thing for me,” Heather replied, ruffling her bangs. “Maybe? I think I just owe it to myself to hear him out.”

“Well if it helps you both in the long run, I say you should go,” Sienna said as she offered a comforting squeeze on Heather’s arm.

Her best friend as usual, was right. She needed to hear what Raf had to say, regardless of how they both move forward. That was all the encouragement Heather needed. She then tipped off one shot - slightly relying on the liquid courage to help her get this over with. Although there was something that seemed to anchor her on the ground, she went to find Rafael anyway.

Bryce followed her with his eyes, hoping against hope that by the end of the night he wouldn’t have to let her go again.

”Hey,” Heather sat down opposite Rafael in a corner table.

He watched her without speaking, unable to find his voice for a few moments. His chest felt heavy, conscious of the fact that the odds were stacked against him. Yet, he held onto hope, not wanting to give up so easily.

“You wanted to talk, so, talk,” she crossed her arms, and tried to put up a brave front.

He cleared his throat, delaying his response as he tried to compose a coherent offer to convince her take him back. When he found the right words in his mind, he began to speak.

"I'm not going to justify what I did, Heather. It was incredibly wrong of me to betray you and to have caused your hurt," he shifted a little, leaning closer to her, and tried reaching out for her hand. Seeing that she did not flinch, he continued.

"I can never take back what I did, and the damage I've done. But if I have to spend the rest of my life asking for your forgiveness and trying to make this work between us, I will do everything in my power to do that, meu amor," he reached out and took her hand in his. "I simply can't stand to not be with you, I love you so, so much. I still do. So if you still want this, if you still want us, I'm asking you to take me back."

Heather felt her bravado begin to dissolve with his touch. Oh how she missed the calloused hands with which he caressed her, every cell in her body seemed to betray her. She sighed deeply, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall. In her heart, she wanted nothing else but to forget everything and move on. But at this point, she wasn't sure if she wanted to do that with him.

"I-I don't know, Raf," she stuttered, her eyes beginning to shimmer. It hurt that she couldn't just say yes to him again. "I know I'll be able to forgive you someday, Raf. But I'm not sure if I can choose to stay with you, for what you've done..." she concluded.

She didn't know. At least not now. That's what he heard her say. Even if there's a slight chance of her being able to forgive him, and to take him back, he'd gladly accept it.

"You don't have to answer now," he said. "Take all the time you need to think about it. I promise I won't bother you until you're already decided," he spoke gently.

"Thanks, Raf. I'll think about it." And with that, she excused herself and went back inside. She went directly to the restrooms, her head spinning. She slumped herself on a nearby wall, inhaling air deeply as if she was drowning. She felt her chest thump with her rapidly beating heart, exhausted with the encounter.

After several minutes, she composed herself and went back out, moving towards the direction of their booth. Her friends asked how it went, so she shared the general gist of it. They all agreed that it made sense, pitching in each of their own thoughts. Heather tried to listen to them, but she was distracted.

Bryce's disposition faltered a little. She noticed that something changed, leaving her bothered. She knew that there’s a reason behind the diminished sarcasm in his voice, as well as in his almost-muted cockiness. She tried to justify to herself that he probably had something to deal with at work, but couldn't completely convince herself. She didn't want to let herself swim in her own assumptions, unless until everything with Raf was settled. So she chose not to prod.

It wasn't long that they all decided to call it a night. They both walked towards his car and got in without a word to each other. She noticed that he barely even looked at her. The rest of the ride back to the condo was spent with her fidgeting with her phone, the awkward quiet gradually swallowing her whole.

When they entered the hallway, Heather couldn't hold it in anymore. She wanted answers.

"Hey Lahela, what happened there?" she asked.

With his back facing her, she couldn't see his reaction.

Bryce was stumped in place, unable to take another step forward. Damn it, reading me like an open book as always. The swirling emotions in his chest threatened to loose control. He shut his eyes closed for a few seconds, willing them away to no avail. So with clenched fists, he turned around and stared at the woman who captured his heart and threatened to unknowingly rip it apart.

"You're a smart ass woman, Heath, try to figure it out."

Heather's mouth went ajar, unsure how to process his response. "I don't know if I should take that as a compliment or as an insult, Lahela."

Bryce forced himself to walk forward, leading his steps to the liquor cabinet in the kitchen. He poured himself a glass of Jack Daniels, downing it all in one gulp.

"What's gotten into you now? Just this afternoon you gave a freaking speech about bouncing back and yada yada yada, now you're insulting me?" Heather was flustered and beyond infuriated as she followed him to the kitchen.

"I don't have to explain anything to you, not now, Heath." He poured another helping of the strong liquid, hoping it was enough to push down the rising anger within him.

Heather was hell bent in getting to the bottom of it tonight. If there was anything she valued in her life, it was honesty. And when she wants it from anyone, she won't back down.

"Yes, you do. You know fucking well that you need some explaining to do. I'm done beating around the bush with you, I'm done being in the receiving end of veiled threats, betrayals, or hidden truths. I'm not taking that crap from the one person whom I can rely on to not screw me around with lies," she pounded her fist on the wooden surface of the table separating them. "So for the last goddamn time, I'm going to ask, what the hell happened with you tonight?"

He replied by setting down his glass, the force with which he set it down cracking its bottom. All the pent up frustration within him was now manifesting unrestrained.

"Fine, you want to know what's the deal with me? You. It's you, dammit," he finally said without shame, like a contrite man in confession, his hands waving in the air.

Fuck it, I'm doing this. Friendships be damned.

"I never liked commitments in relationships because, I wanted to stay suspended in midair, always on a high," he paused, sucking in a deep breath. "For me, all that romantic crap only meant being pulled back by gravity, it's all just a whole gigantic crash and burn. Ever heard of my mother?" The mention of his own mother's selfish act still stung him to the core. "But every single time I see you, I'm more than willing to crash down to the ground for you. It's because I want you, you idiot. I wanted you ever since I met you. I wanted you so fucking much that I hid it because I wanted to stay in your life, even as only a friend."

There I said it. Bryce no longer felt suffocated, lighter, like a heavy boulder was lifted from his chest.

He watched Heather who was stunned into silence, as he tried to catch his breath. He attempted to translate the expression that suddenly filled her hazel eyes. He sighed in relief when he noticed it soften, as she began to speak.

"A little too late, Lahela," her voice was small, and her smile seem to be filled with sadness.

Bryce's eyes widened in shock, as the meaning of those five words dawned on him.

"You didn't just assume that I opened up to every man that showed interest, didn't you?" she laughed bitterly, sitting down while her knees buckled with regret. "I waited for you to make a move, Bryce. But you never did. So I thought you weren't interested. Then Raf happened."

He couldn't find his voice, confounded with what Heather was trying to tell him.

"When Rafael and I first met, I thought of his as a close friend. It wasn't love at first sight, it was a more of a slow burn. A gentle, uncomplicated but stable romance," she paused, raising her head to look him in the eyes. "But he was man enough to own up to his feelings, Bryce. He was man enough not to hold back," he watched as she bit her lip, struggling not to shiver himself. "But most of all, he didn't quit. Not like you who bailed himself out too early, too afraid to get hurt."

He took a step forward, wanting nothing but to hold her and kiss her. His confused emotions held him hostage to the spot where he was standing.

"I'm not some clueless bitch you think I am. I had an idea, but you were too busy hitting on every woman in front of me that I never thought you'd get serious with someone," she paused, her voice filled with rue and remorse. "For the so-called golden boy of Boston's DA office, you're one hell of a wimp," she rose from the table and walked away, leaving Bryce alone and regretful more than ever.

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Bryce spent the next morning in an empty apartment. He heard Heather move around and leave at dawn to catch her early morning flight to Baltimore. But he didn't have it in him to face her. At least not yet.

Gathering the will to pull himself up from his bed, he prepared for another day at work. He mindlessly went through his routine as he processed the events of last night. He finally admitted his feelings to her, but she trampled with it with her own revelation.

Her words echoed repeatedly in his head, and he sunk within himself a little more. I waited for you to make a move, but you never did. He hated that she was right, that he was just some egotistic, self-absorbed coward who missed a hell of a shot with her. He also hated being helplessly powerless to do anything about it, her being more than 400 miles away from him.

So he instead made himself busy - preparing drafts and evidence for the various cases that was about to go to court soon.

The day was almost done when his phone began to ring incessantly. He ignored it at first, but it rang and rang until there was no the point to refuse to answer it. Sienna's name popped up on the caller ID. He sensed that something was wrong.

"Sienna?"

On the line, Bryce could hear the rising panic in her voice.

"Johns Hopkins just called Dr. Ramsey. Heather didn't show up in the research facility today. Did she chose to stay back at your place? Bryce, please tell me you know where she is?"

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clan-sayeed-fic · 4 years

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Let me earn your trust (Kamilah Sayeed & MC)

Previous chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14

Book: Bloodbound (property of Pixelberry Studios) Pairing: Kamilah Sayeed & MC: Amy (I do not own those characters, they're the property of Pixelberry Studios as well) Rating: Mature Author's note: I'm not a native English speaker, I'm sorry for any mistakes (feel free to correct me).

This chapter will prepare us for more action coming soon within the story. That's your last chance to catch a breath before things get more serious haha

If you read this fic so far, I recommend staying just a little longer 😅 unless you wanna miss the best part.

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Chapter 15

Amy made a promise to herself.

She decided to earn enough money to pay her debt to Kamilah for living under her roof for the last three weeks. After achieving that, she wanted to leave New York as soon as it was possible. Amy didn't feel safe there anymore since she had been told about nearly 200 vampires living in the city.

Nothing was keeping her there anymore. Moreover, things got out of hand since Kamilah started wondering about her previous identity.

Running away from the problems rather than facing them, was Amy's thing for a long time. She got used to changing places, meeting new people who had no idea about her past. And that was what exactly she wanted at that moment.

To complete that plan fast, she needed to find a good job.

That's when Adrian showed up. He offered her to work as his assistant since Nicole had left him after he turned Lily into a vampire, and didn't believe her accusations about Amy.

At first, Amy didn't want to accept the offer. She had to distance herself from this life, even if being a Bloodkeeper made it nearly impossible to accomplish. After considering Adrian's option more, she figured out that the faster she earns money, the better for her and everyone else.

"You really wanna move to a different city?" Lily used to ask her this question every day with pain in her eyes. "You made it so far in here..."

Amy had never answered her.

She wasn't sure what would happen to her in the future. And as long as she didn't want to give her best friend hope, she chose silence.

***

It was another day of her work at Raines Corporation.

For the occasion, she bought herself new outfits. One of them, which she wore that day, was a navy skirt with a jacket. Underneath it, she was wearing a pastel pink shirt.

During the day, Amy was used to wearing more sporty or casual outfits. At work, on the other hand, she always wanted to look professional. This simple change was adding the confidence that she lacked.

It was 7a.m. the hour of Adrian's arrival at work. Amy had already prepared his favorite coffee to make his day better from the start. She waited near the doors of her office, expecting Adrian to come through them in a...

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There he was, opening the doors with a smile on his face.

"You are spoiling me, Amy," he said, smiling even wider when he took the cup from her hands.

"Someone has to," she felt comfortable around him.

Adrian had his way to make people feel relaxed around him. He showed Amy a new world. The one where she didn't have to live under anyone's protection as a prisoner. She was able to earn more than enough money for a living, attend important meetings, and share her opinion, which was always appreciated.

He even wanted to help her understand and control her abilities.

They tried this mostly at the meetings when Adrian was bringing his vampire friends without telling Amy about it. It let them observe her reactions during those irregular situations.

At first, Amy could barely control herself, fear was taking over within a second. After some time, she could manage herself just fine. To the point that there was no sign from her body language that she was nervous in any way.

Adrian wanted to test Amy's blood too, but in his world was one important rule. A human had to agree on sharing the blood. It was applying to both: feeding and doing experiments on it.

Even when Amy told him earlier that she would do anything if he saved Lily, Adrian still didn't want to push her on this issue. This had to be her decision, and Adrian was the best one when it went to respect someone's word.

"Today, I have a meeting with Kamilah," Adrian said before Amy left his office, getting her out of her thoughts.

"I know," she said, forcing a smile. "I'm sort of your assistant. I'm responsible for your schedule, you know?"

Adrian laughed lightly, he couldn't get over Amy's mix of forwardness and cuteness.

"I am aware of that," he said, his smile fading slowly with other words. "I'm sorry that I was the reason for all of this."

"Don't be," Amy said like she was talking mostly to herself. "It happened because of how messed up we both are."

***

Kamilah was a frequent guest in Adrian's company. Amy could not be surprised that they had a meeting... again.

For the last two weeks, she saw the woman several times. Each time, Amy couldn't find words around her, and Kamilah was acting cold. It made the girl give up her expectations that something would change on this point one day.

Amy heard the sound of the elevator's doors opening. She sighed quietly to herself and stood up to greet the guest.

Kamilah walked out of the elevator, and as usual, she didn't even bother to look in Amy's direction. Even so, Amy put effort and opened her mouth to say something when she saw a stopping hand gesture from the woman.

"Save it," Kamilah said, opening doors to Adrian's office and disappearing inside.

Amy stood there in shock. How could someone be so rude? She had a hard time remembering who was more guilty in their argument, after all. Moments like this made her want to run away from New York immediately, leaving everything behind without looking back.

She sat down on her chair and went back to her daily work. It was insane for her how much could Adrian had arranged for one day. It was sure that he was using his vampire speed to attend so many meetings in only 24 hours.

And that was the main reason why he needed the assistant privy to his life.

***

After two hours, the doors from Adrian's office opened. He went out with Kamilah, both smiling.

It was such an unusual look to see Kamilah's face really smiling.

"I can't believe you're going to France," Adrian hugged his best friend when they stopped in the middle of Amy's office.

"I couldn't turn down Serafine's request," she stepped back to see his face. "It's not a holiday trip.''

"I know," Adrian's grin faded. "Be careful, the Order is dangerous. If they grew even stronger..." he didn't have time to finish the sentence.

"I can handle myself," Kamilah reassured him.

Amy sat still, trying to not focus on their talk.

Which was impossible, of course.

"Are you making any progress?" the girl lifted her gaze when she realized that Kamilah asked her directly.

That she really said something to her without her full of hatred tone.

"Progress?" Amy repeated her word, making sure if the woman didn't make a mistake by speaking to her.

"In gaining control over your abilities," Kamilah watched her intensely.

So intensely that Amy had a hard time keeping her gaze.

"I guess so," she hated that her face had to blush in this exact second.

"I can see," Kamilah turned her attention back to Adrian, "I'm looking forward to your messages if something goes wrong in the city or my company."

"You have my word," he hugged her again and walked the woman to the elevator before she left.

Amy's head felt on the desk. She let out a loud groan, stress leaving her body. She wanted to hide and never show herself again.

"Come on," Adrian laughed. "It wasn't so bad."

"Are you kidding me?" Amy almost cried out from breakdown. "Didn't you hear her? Why is she so intimidating," Amy lifted her head, her hair all messed up.

"I don't know," Adrian was really rethinking her sentence. "It's Kamilah. She has to be like that," he laughed cheerfully.

Adrian knew this woman for many years. Longer than the world would ordinarily let them. That made him get used to Kamilah's attitude with time, but he also remembered the beginning of their friendship. And even if the memories were faint, he could still find an understanding of Amy's feelings.

"When will she come back?" Amy asked. She was so close to earning enough money.

"It will take a week or two," Adrian knew what she had in mind. "Don't you tell me that it is so bad."

"What?" Amy was already somewhere else in her mind.

"Working for me," he laughed at his own joke.

"It's terrible," Amy picked up his sarcastic tone. "I'm exhausted. My boss is not giving me enough free days, and he is treating me like a snack for his vampires."

They both laughed since joking around became their routine at work.

So, that was it. In a little while, Amy would be out of New York.

Starting a new life.

Next chapter: 16

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star-spangled-eyes · 4 years

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Dirty Mind: Part 2: Comfortably Numb

This alternate universe fan fiction uses characters created and owned by Pixelberry Studios. Character names, descriptions and likenesses are owned by Pixelberry Studios. Some dialogue and events in Book 1 of TRR are property of Pixelberry Studios. The MC, Bragnae Bennett, and story is created and owned by this author.

Book: The Royal Romance (Alternate Universe)

Alternate Universe Theme: Drake’s perspective

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Bragnae Bennett – *pronounced Brawn-yah)

Warnings for this miniseries: NSFW, Adult content, suggestive and strong language, angst, sex (including character’s thoughts and innuendos)

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A/N: I wrote this miniseries in the first person perspective of Drake Walker. It follows events in Book 1 of TRR, but not everything is as you’d remember it from the story. Some things have been altered to better fit this fanfic.

I really enjoyed getting into the brain of Drake, and I hope you like it too. He’s a stud, and I love his sexual, angsty mind.

The conclusion will release tomorrow!

Word Count for this chapter: 7104

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We walked downstairs to the gym side by side. It was nice. I smiled when I noticed no one else was in there when we arrived. This was my chance to spend some quality time with Bragnae. It was almost 10:00p.m. The feeling of night made this even more exciting. I don’t know what I expected to happen tonight, but I was open to any of it.

“So, what are we working on tonight?” She asked.

“How about chest and back since your legs are sore from the ride?”

She nodded. “Sounds great.”

“Have you ever bench pressed before?” I asked her. This would be a good place to start.

“Not really.”

I moved over to the equipment and grabbed a few weights to stack them on the bar. “Okay, why don’t you spot me first, and then you can see how to do it.”

She looked apprehensive, but agreed. “I don’t know how much I’ll be able to spot you. This looks like a lot of weight for me to catch.” She took a second to calculate the weight. “Drake, this weighs more than me.”

Good to know I can easily lift you over me or against a wall when necessary. “And you probably didn’t even factor in the weight of the bar, which is 45 pounds.”

Her mouth gaped open. “Oh my God.” Her stunned look changed into a curious one. “So, what’s the most amount of weight you’ve ever bench pressed before?”

I laid down on the bench and got into position. “250.”

She was impressed again. I couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s incredible, Drake.”

“Thanks. I’m working to increase that.” I extended my arms to prepare for my set. “Can you stand behind my head? That’s where a spotter usually stands.”

“Oh, sure.” She moved behind me. Her thighs close to my head, and in the perfect position for me to admire the curves of her breasts.

If I wasn’t careful, I could get too distracted, and hurt myself. I picked up the bar and pumped out ten repetitions before setting it back on the stand.

“You make that look easy,” she praised.

“I’m just used to it.” I got up and removed all the weights from the bar. “Your turn. Go ahead and lie down. You can start with just the bar, and if it’s too easy, we’ll just add more weight.”

“Alright,” she said before taking position on the bench. I watched her eyes as they traveled past the bar and up to mine for a moment.

“I’ll spot you the entire time, so if it’s too heavy, let me know and I’ll grab it.”

She nodded and swallowed before extended her arms up to grab the bar. I lifted it off the stand for her.

“You good?” I asked.

“Yep. I’ve got it.” Bragnae raised and lowered the bar ten times before I helped her place it back on the rack.

“Great job. Let’s do a couple more sets of these.”

Bragnae and I worked through a few other exercises that focused on our chest muscles before making our way over to the cable machine with dual weight sets.

“I’ll do this first, so you can see how it goes.” I set the weight for myself on both sides, grabbing the triangular pull handle on one side before I grabbed the other. I pulled the two cables towards my chest before slowly extending back out again.

“Look’s great, Drake,” Bragnae said from behind me. Even with a mirrored wall in front of me, I couldn’t see her face. She must’ve been standing directly behind me.

“Thanks, but there’s not much to this exercise.”

“No, I was talking about your back. Your muscles are… chiseled perfectly.”

I beamed inside as I pulled the cables and weights to my chest again. I paused suddenly when I felt her hand lightly touch the bare skin of my back.

“You carry a lot of weight on your back,” she said softly. “No wonder you have to keep it so strong.” Bragnae brought her other hand up to rest against me.

I don’t know if she did this on purpose, but I couldn’t just release the cables without possible wrecking the equipment. So, I stayed that way holding the cables close to my chest waiting for her next move. My entire body was tense. I didn’t even know what to say. She was touching me. Jesus.

The woman missed nothing. In the short time that we knew each other, she already knew of the burdens I carried for others. God, she’s incredible.

Her hands shifted to my sides as she stepped closer to me. My heart was about to beat out of my chest. My hands began to tremble from the weight I strained to hold. I’d have to do something soon, otherwise I could injure myself.

“Bragnae,” I finally managed to say.

I felt her back away as her hands left my body. “I’m sorry. I’ll let you get back to it.”

I slowly extended my arms again. My muscles were sore from how tensely I was holding the weight. I returned both cables to their original positions before turning around to face her. She was still standing close, looking up at me. Neither one of us spoke. We just poured our thoughts and energy from the moment prior into each other’s eyes.

“Drake,” she murmured.

I really wanted to kiss her, but something held me back. She was making it abundantly clear that she had feelings for me just by the way she looked at me. So, why the hell wasn’t I doing something about it?

Just as she took a step towards me, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Liam walking into the gym. Fuck. I quickly, but as casually as I could, looked away and grabbed a nearby towel to wipe my hands as my friend strolled up to us. God, I hope he didn’t think the worst of this situation. I know I would if I walked in on us like this. The atmosphere alone was thick with the amount of sexual tension and unexpressed feelings.

“Lady Bragnae. What a pleasant surprise. Getting a work out in?”

Bragnae spun on the balls of her feet so fast I thought she’d tip over from the momentum. “Liam. Hi. Yes. I thought I’d check this place out. It’s a nice facility.”

I wondered why she was deliberately not mentioning that I invited her here tonight. Was she trying to protect me so Liam didn’t think I was pursuing her? Or did she not want Liam to think she was here with me to protect her status as a suitor?

“What brings you down here so late, Liam?” Bragnae asked. Her back was still facing me. I couldn’t see her face as she spoke, but I noticed her hands fidgeting.

Liam looked at her for a moment. His eyes briefly trailing down her body and back up again. “Actually, I came down here to speak to Drake the Gym Rat about something.” He looked at me next. “I figured I’d find you down here when I saw you weren’t in your room.”

“Oh, well, I was finished anyway. I’d better go get started on my beauty sleep for the country jamboree tomorrow.” Bragnae told him.

Liam smiled down at her. “Like you even need it.”

Such a cornball sometimes. I shook my head slightly at his comment while Bragnae offered a polite giggle in response. Then she turned to me. Her amber eyes bore into me with sincerity as she smiled ruefully.

“Thanks for your help with the work out.”

“Anytime.” I wanted to stare into her eyes longer, but I knew Liam was watching, and no doubt assessing everything happening in front of him. I would be, but then again, maybe that’s just my jealous nature. I always expect the worst. But that’s how I’m able to stay one step ahead of everyone and protect the ones I care about. So, I returned my attention back the towel in my hand as Bragnae turned back to Liam.

“Goodnight, guys.” Bragnae hastened out of the gym as Liam responded in kind to her.

I watched her leave, and so did Liam. He kept his eyes on her until she was no longer in sight. What a situation this was. Two men pining after the same woman. One could have her any time he wanted. The other would have to suffer with the realization that he’d never be with her. I kept wishing I was the former, but I knew that was too much to hope for.

Liam turned back to face me. “Goddamn, she’s hot.” He blew out a low whistle, shaking his head.

Yeah, I know. You don’t have to tell me. I can barely control myself when she’s around. “So, what’s up, Liam?”

“Well, I wanted to talk to you about Bragnae actually,” he began.

Oh, fuck. “What about?”

“Earlier when we stopped at the old village to eat, I saw Tariq talking with Bragnae.” He paused, trying to formulate his next words. “I… well, I just got a weird vibe about it. I’ve seen him look at her on more than one occasion, and it’s always with… a certain wanting. And when I walked up to them, he was talking about offering her a massage because her back was sore from the horse ride. I don’t know,” he shook his head again. “He was standing a little too close for comfort.”

What the fuck, Tariq? I remembered seeing that interaction, but I had no idea what was said. I wondered if I should tell him that. I mean, Liam did task me with keeping an eye on her, so it wouldn’t be weird that I did see it. That’s just me being vigilant, right? “Yeah, I noticed that tonight, too. What are you thinking, Liam?”

He sighed, and worked his jaw in contemplation. “He’s not the same guy I once knew. We’ve grown apart over the years. I just want you to keep an eye on him. For some reason, I don’t trust him around her. I just don’t want her to be uncomfortable, or get into a situation that can be misconstrued by the public, you know? So, if you see that he’s trying to talk with her, maybe you could step in.”

“Consider it done. I have no problem telling Tariq to ‘fuck off’ if I need to. Bennett’s safety and wellbeing is most important.” That was the complete truth. Unguarded. And I liked being able to say it out loud.

Liam clapped me on the shoulder. “Thanks, Drake. I knew I could count on you.” He started to leave, but turned back to me. “Just let me know if you see anything else sketchy with him. I’ll send him away from court if I have to. I would have done it already, but I don’t really have a good reason.”

“I hope he doesn’t give you one, but I’ll keep an eye on him all the same.”

Liam nodded. “Good man. Thanks.”

As Liam left me I couldn’t help but feel anger towards Tariq. What a creep. I’d definitely be keeping a closer eye on him. I was already watching Bragnae more closely than I probably should, but Liam asked me too. And Bragnae needed to be protected.

Knowing about Tariq from Liam’s perspective fueled the fire inside me even more. The bastard. If he even got within ten feet of her, I’d stand by her side and wouldn’t leave until I knew she was safe. I shook my head in disgust. Like Bragnae would even go for a twerp like Tariq. Why did he even think he was in her league? He’s fucking not.

I gripped the towel in my hand at the thought of him. Just try something Tariq. I fucking dare you.

The next day was the country jamboree. Everyone was out in the gardens playing games you might see at a festival. There was plenty of food to be had, and the place was crawling with snobby nobles. The press was not allowed at Applewood Manor while we were there, which I preferred. Fucking vultures. They’d make things worse anyway. They always did.

I kept to myself all day. I walked the grounds keeping my eye on Bragnae. Tariq was there too, but he hadn’t been so bold as to speak to her again. I’d be there if he did.

Bragnae looked beautiful today. She wore a white and floral strappy dress with a brown belt around her waist. Knee high brown boots really brought her outfit together for the country theme. I smirked at the thought of her wearing a cowboy hat. I’d love to see her in one. The ‘country’ attire was more than enough for me. If she never wore another ball gown, I’d be just as happy to see her in things like this. It was simple, and I liked simple.

She pulled her hair into a low, side bun, and wove a white flower on the opposite side. She was absolutely gorgeous. A necklace adorned her chest. The point of the heart at the bottom of the chain drew my eyes directly to her playful cleavage. Clever aesthetic these women did to drive the men crazy. I’d give just about anything to see her breasts. Caress them. Draw her hardened nipples into my mouth and tug on them gently with my teeth. I’d make her come just by the way my hands, mouth and tongue worked against the curves of her chest.

I blew out a deep breath to calm my arousal. I was on a mission, and I couldn’t exactly sneak off right now to give myself the release I desperately needed in that moment. God, how I wished I could have that release with her instead of with my goddamned hand.

As the sun set, everyone was called to dinner. This was the last event of the night, and I was not invited. I know Liam wouldn’t have minded if I crashed, but I honestly didn’t care to go. It was all courtly talk anyway and more fawning over Liam by his suitors. The only thing that made me reconsider going was to keep an eye on Bragnae, but Maxwell and Bertrand were there with her. And this was just a dinner. She’d be going back to her room once it was over. I’d make sure of it.

The Social Season was almost over, thank Christ. I’ve had just about enough of this crap. King Constantine had mentioned a few weeks ago that he’d be turning the throne over to Liam sooner than expected. So, Liam’s coronation was just a couple days away. He’d have his bride and he’d be king all at once.

I sighed thinking of it all. Everything would change, and I wasn’t sure I was ready for it. Most of all, I wasn’t ready for Liam to pick Bragnae. I just don’t know how I’d be able to handle seeing her on his arm, as queen, and walking around the palace. It would be incredibly painful.

I shunned those thoughts. I knew I’d have to revisit them later, but I didn’t want to think about that now. A part of me still had that inkling of hope that I’d get my chance to be with her, but every logical part of my mind screamed at me saying it would never happen. It couldn’t happen. Even if she wanted it. Liam wanted to be with her, and by the looks of it, she appeared to like him as well.

They had played a game of ring toss together earlier. She laughed, touched his arm, and smiled up at him with a twinkle in her eye. It was hard to watch, but it was important for me to see it. I needed a reminder of my status in this world. I'm a commoner. And I’m the prince’s best friend and confidant. I couldn’t let him down, and I definitely didn’t deserve an amazing woman like Bragnae. Not when Liam had a chance to be with her.

She’d make a great queen. Beautiful, kind, funny. She’d be an inspiration to the whole country, and frankly, we could use it. King Constantine and Queen Regina were regal and fair, but they’re also of a different time and generation. Once Liam takes the throne, the kingdom will be rejuvenated by his youth. And with Bragnae at his side, Cordonia will thrive. I have no doubt about that.

Shit. How’d I get back to this again? Frustrated with myself, I headed up to my room in the manor. I figured I’d get a work out in to relieve some of this stress, and be done in time to check on Bragnae before the end of the night. I changed clothes and headed downstairs to the gym.

Not speaking to Bragnae all day had thrown me off. I hardly recognized myself anymore. Since when did I rely on a woman to complete any part of me? I was convinced that Bragnae was some sort of mystical temptress. She cast a spell on me a long time ago, and I couldn’t get out of it. But I’m not sure I wanted to either. I’m so fucked up.

I kept my work out short. I did some cardio and worked on my legs a bit before heading back upstairs to my room. I showered and threw on some jeans and a t-shirt. I was going to find something to eat, but I decided to check on Bragnae first. Maybe she’d be up for a late night snack. Who knows? She eagerly joined me last night for a work out. Maybe I’d get lucky again.

As I approached her room, I heard a big thump on the floor followed by a shrill scream. I rushed to her door and turned the knob. Thankfully, it wasn’t locked. The room was dark, but my eyes were immediately drawn to activity near the bed. The full moon outside had illuminated the area just enough that I could see Tariq advancing on Bragnae.

He had her pinned against the foot of the bed. All I could see of Bragnae were her arms flailing about trying to push him off of her. Red hot anger surged through my entire body. It was the fuel that propelled me forward into the room. In three strides I was there.

I grabbed the collar of his shirt and flung him with force onto the floor where I proceeded to punch the ever living shit out of the prick. I gripped my hand around his hair to keep his head in place, straddling his chest as I worked him over.

Somehow, the bastard jabbed his hand into my ribs, which distracted me long enough for Tariq to toss me off of him.

“Drake, what are you doing in my room?” Tariq insisted. His words slurred a bit as he struggled to his feet. He reeked of alcohol.

“This is Bennett’s room, asshole.” I rose to my feet quickly not taking any chances. I gripped his shirt collar again and dragged him towards the door. “Don’t ever try this shit with Bennett again. If you do, you’ll regret it.”

“Lady Bragnae and I were having a private moment, and you interrupted us, you commoner filth,” he said as his eyes struggled to stay open. His nose and mouth were bleeding.

“Bullshit,” I said, shoving him up against the wall. He winced from the pain. Good. I hope it hurt like hell. “She doesn’t like you, and she doesn’t want you. Now, get the fuck out of here, and pray to God Liam doesn’t hang you by your balls in front of the entire court for forcing yourself on one of his suitors.”

Tariq tried to retort, but I opened the door and shoved him out before he could. I’d make sure he was handled later, but Bragnae came first. I needed to make sure she was okay. As long as I was with her, she was safe.

I paused to catch my breath before turning around. My body shook from the adrenaline rush.

“Drake,” Bragnae said softly. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing, Bennett.” I turned to face her. “I just had to make sure you were safe.” My eyes had adjusted to the dark room, so I could see things more plainly.

Bragnae stood there, one hand clutching the wooden post of her bed closest to the door. Her face frozen with a stunned expression, her body rigid. Her body…

In the midst of all the commotion, I hadn’t had a chance to look at her before now. Beating Tariq’s ass and making sure the threat was eliminated was my priority. Bragnae stood before me wearing only her bra and panties. They were hot pink with white lace.

My mouth went dry, my breath stilled. My eyes hungrily took in the sight of her, burning the image into my mind. I’d seen her in a bathing suit before, but this was different. It was more intimate. Her matching underwear left little to the imagination, and it taunted me like no other. Even having just wrestled with a belligerent man, the sight of Bragnae like this captivated me.

I felt a strain in my jeans. I realized we were in a dark, private room separated only by a few feet of space and a thin layer of fabric. She had to cover up. As much as I didn’t want her to, I couldn’t concentrate with her standing there almost naked.

“Um, Bennett,” I said, looking at her expectantly.

“What?” She asked genuinely. Did she really not know she was only in her underwear?

“You’re, uh, not wearing much.” Fuck that was awkward.

She looked down and gasped. “Oh, my God. I’m sorry.” I averted my gaze as she found the dress she wore earlier to slip on.

Because I’m apparently a creep and I couldn’t resist, I stole another glance at her as she pulled the dress up over her curves. The silvery glow of the moon framed her body as she moved. It felt like a dream seeing her like that. I briefly wondered why the lights were off. Maybe Tariq flipped them off predatorily, or perhaps she was getting ready for bed.

If she was getting ready for bed, was that what she slept in? I shuddered at the thought of such thin fabric covering her most precious of parts, and how easily it would be to rip them off or push to the side for easy access. I shook off the thought. Come on dickhead. She was just sexually harassed. Don’t think like that.

As soon as she was clothed again, I walked over to her – cautiously. “Did he hurt you?”

She swallowed as she looked up at me. “No. I was more scared than anything. He was awfully persistent, and surprisingly strong.”

Fucking prick. “What happened? Why was he in here?”

She took a deep breath. “I was changing out of my dress when he barged in. I was startled at first and told him to get out, but then he closed the door and turned off the lights. I grabbed a vase on the table there to defend myself, but he wacked it out of my hand, and cornered me between the bed post and mattress.”

I clenched my teeth thinking about the complete disrespect Tariq had for her. I’ll fucking kill him.

“If you hadn’t shown up… I don’t know what would have happened.” The frightened look on her face slayed me.

I wanted so badly to hold her to let her know she was safe and everything was okay. But she probably didn’t want that kind of affection right now after experiencing this ordeal. And I didn’t want her to think I was trying to make a move on her.

“I’m glad you’re okay… and safe. I should probably get going.” She needed to relax after this, and I didn’t want to keep her from that.

I had almost made it to the door when I felt her hand grab mine. “Drake, wait. Please don’t go.”

I turned to face her. The fear in her eyes a minute ago was now gone. Instead she looked up at me with the same intensity she did last night. I saw longing, desire. I felt it, too.

“Drake, I…” She took her hand from mine and let both of hers gently touch my chest. She slowly slid them down to my sides. I hissed a breath through my teeth as her hand grazed the spot where Tariq jabbed me earlier. “You’re hurt.”

“It’s fine, Bennett. Don’t worry about me.” If she kept touching me like that, I wouldn’t be able to control myself for much longer.

We looked at each other for another moment. Then, her fingers found the hem of my shirt and started to lift it up.

“Bennett,” I protested.

“Shhhh,” she told me with a gentle finger pressed against my lips. “I just want to see where he hurt you.” Her hands returned to the bottom of my shirt, and she slowly lifted it along with her hands up my torso.

My heart raced as I felt her warm hands slide against my skin. Apparently she wanted my shirt completely off because she didn’t just hold it up. Her hands persisted until the shirt cleared my head. And I was inclined to let it happen. I knew it was wrong, but curiosity got the best of me.

Her hands returned to my side. She looked up at me as her fingers brushed over the sensitive spot by my ribs. I drew in another sharp breath, and then her eyes trained to the spot. She delicately inspected it.

“I’m sure you’ll have a bruise there. Let me get some ice.” She toted off to the other side of the room to an ice bucket.

“Bennett, you don’t have to do that.” The space between us allowed me to breathe. Now was my chance to leave before I would do something I’d later regret. I was already tempting fate letting her take off my shirt. Knowing what she wore underneath that dress didn’t help the situation either.

Before I could reach for my shirt, she had returned with ice wrapped in a towel. “I do have to do this, Drake. You’re hurt, and it’s all because of me.” She gingerly placed the ice against my skin.

I hissed another breath. It fucking hurt. Any time there was a blow to a bone, it always hurt ten times worse than if it was on muscle. Goddamn it. I looked down at her seeing worry on her face. Instinctively, my hand covered hers – the one that wasn’t holding the ice. She had rested it on my chest.

“Hey, Bennett, look at me.” I waited until I saw those beautiful amber eyes. “None of this if your fault. You didn’t invite Tariq in here to force himself on you, and you damn sure didn’t make him punch me in the ribs.”

“I know, but…”

“But nothing. I came in here because you needed my help. And…” I swallowed knowing more words followed. They’d be coated with feelings. Feelings I hadn’t shared with her yet. “I wanted to protect you. I always want to protect you, and keep you close. I wish I had met you in some other way. Then, all of this would be different.” I hesitated for a moment to summon my courage for the rest. “I… I care about you, Bragnae. … A lot.”

My chest tightened as I held my breath waiting for her response. I couldn’t believe I just said that, but it felt wrong not to. The soft light in the room was just enough to see the candor in her eyes.

“I care about you, too, Drake.” She leaned in closer than she already was. “So much.”

“You do?” I could hardly believe my own ears.

“Yes,” she said softly, dropping the towel of ice to the ground. Her hands slid up my chest and looped around my neck. Her body pressed tightly to mine. “I want to be with you.”

Now I was in shock. I stared at her in disbelief. “You… you want to… be with me?”

Bragnae nodded as she simultaneously stood on her toes and pulled me in until our mouths connected. Her full lips felt soft against mine as we shared a tender and slow kiss that made my heart swell. I had waited what felt like an eternity to kiss her, never believing it would actually happen. It was the most incredible kiss I’d ever experienced.

She sank back to flat-footing again peering up at me. I was in a daze, and happy as a fucking clam. “I never thought I’d ever get to kiss you.”

“And now that you have?” She asked in a whisper.

“I want more.”

The look in her eyes told me she did too. Like a ravenous animal, I spun her around pushing her against the door as I took her mouth in a deep, wanting kiss. She returned it with the same vigor as I had. God, it was exhilarating. It felt so good to kiss her, to feel her body pressed up against mine.

Her hands ran through my hair, gripping and pulling at it as I worked my tongue through her parted lips, finding hers in a tangle of need. My hands didn’t know where they wanted to explore first. Part of me was still stunned that I was even doing this, and the other part was calling for a Code Red. This wasn’t a drill, it was real. It was everything I’d fantasized about, but more. My imagination didn’t even come close to what it actually felt like to touch or kiss her. It was so much better.

The little moans that escaped her throat drove me wild. I pressed into her more feeling my dick harden. And that’s when my fucking conscience decided to take over. Liam’s face flashed in my mind prompting me to pull back, but not enough that I left her embrace.

I took a second to catch my breath. Her lips were swollen from the kiss. She was fucking irresistible. “We shouldn’t.” I looked at her with pleading eyes hoping she would agree. I wasn’t strong enough. Not anymore. I needed her to tell me to leave because I couldn’t on my own.

“What are you afraid of, Drake?” She asked, still panting.

I raised my hand to stroke the side of her cheek. “Not being able to stop.”

“I don’t want you to.” Before I had a chance to think, she stood on her toes again and pulled me in for another kiss. This one with a fiery energy that awakened my soul.

I gave in to her, and it felt incredible. She wanted this, too, apparently just as much as I did. There was no way I could stop even though in the back of my brain the thought of Liam kept trying to change my mind.

I ran my hands down her body, lifting her up against the door so our faces were at the same height. She moaned against my mouth as we continued our fury of kisses. I nestled myself between her legs, grinding my hips into hers. Another moan from her made my dick harder than it’s ever been.

I pressed myself against her not giving a fuck if she felt the raging boner she gave me. Hell, I wanted her to feel it. At least this way, there was no mistaking how I felt for her. Where my words might get muddled up or betray me, my dick could stand hard and long against her letting Bragnae know my true feelings.

I wasn’t going to fuck her against the wall. Not for our first time. It needed to be special. It needed to be on a bed. So, I pulled her away from the door, and carried her over to the four-post bed and dropped us down on it. We situated our bodies more evenly on the mattress, not once breaking our connected lips.

On our sides, I pulled Bragnae closer to me, breathing in her sweet scent. Her body warm against mine. It was as if our mouths were designed for each other. They fit so perfectly together.

I slid my hand from her calf to her thigh, hooking her silky, smooth leg over my hips to bring her even closer. Bragnae pushed herself off the mattress and onto me, landing my shoulders flat against the bed. I fucking loved when a woman took charge. Fuck yes.

She hovered over me, not quite resting her body on mine as she seized my mouth for another round of hearty kisses. My hands found the back of her thighs roaming up and over her ass, bringing the skirt of her dress up as I gave her cheeks a generous squeeze.

My dick throbbed as it begged to be released from its denim captivity. My hips involuntarily thrusted up towards her. I needed to feel the weight of her body on me. On my dick. God, I needed that.

My hands continued up her body and found the zipper of her dress. I pulled it down as much as I could before she finally rested herself on me. The warmth of her core heating my hips distracted me from my task. I badly needed to readjust my dick, and get it out of my pants.

As if she heard my thoughts, Bragnae sat up running her hands slowly down my bare chest until they reached my belt. The top of her dress had loosened, and the way she sat prompted the straps of the dress and her bra to slide off her shoulder. Her hair fell forward in her face as she concentrated on undoing my belt.

I caressed her toned thighs as she popped open the button to my jeans and lifted her pelvis to pull my zipper down. I groaned as her fingers grazed my dick, which made her lean in for another hungry kiss. She hovered over me again, so I reached between us to pull my dick up and against my pelvis. It was much more comfortable this way and easier to pop out when she was ready. I kept it tucked beneath my briefs for now.

While my hand lingered in the area, I boldly decided to rub my fingers over her satin panties. I desperately needed to feel her. I wanted to know how wet she was. I rested my palm against her mound and let my fingers dance over her heat. Her panties were indeed wet. Fuck. I could come now just knowing I made her this way.

Bragnae broke our kiss to release a trembling moan. “Oh, Drake.”

God, I loved when she said my name. My fingers inched their way to slip inside her panties, but she moved away, resting herself on my hips instead. A tiny bit of panic set in. Maybe she didn’t want to go that far tonight. Fuck. I hoped she didn’t think I was rushing her. Maybe we shouldn’t even do this. How would I explain this to Liam?

My goddamn conscience spoke up again as I gently pushed her away. “Bennett, maybe we shouldn’t…”

She silenced me with another kiss. “Drake, relax. It’s okay. We’ll just keep it PG-13 for tonight,” she said before pulling my jeans further down my hips. Bragnae straddled me again, shifting her body until my erection sat perfectly between her legs. She grinded her still concealed pussy against my dick slowly keeping her eyes locked on mine the whole time. I let out a shuddering groan reveling in the heat and delightful pressure from her molten core.

I actually preferred the ‘Rated R’ version of this, but maybe it was best to keep skin contact out of it. At least until we figured this out. I had no idea where we’d go from here. We had definitely crossed a line and there was no going back. All I knew in that moment was that I didn’t want this to stop.

Bragnae moved her hips up the length of my shaft one time before resting at the base of my dick again. I shuddered with anticipation. Her hands propped on my chest as she stared down at me. Her gorgeous hair falling in her face again. She shimmied completely out of her dress straps, letting the fabric pool around her stomach. The pink and white bra made its appearance again. This time I was close enough to see it… and touch it, rather the ample breasts it supported.

Her nipples were hard and visible. I licked my lips wanting them in my mouth – at the very least between my fingers. Bragnae removed my hands from the sides of her hips and placed them over her breasts. I cupped and kneaded them immediately making her tilt her head back and close her eyes. She looked like an angel.

She was too far away. I sat up and captured her lips with my own before kissing down her neck and then to the curves of her chest. With one of my hands supporting her lower back, I focused the other on slowly pushing the fabric away from her right breast. I kissed every inch of bared skin that I exposed until I found the taut bud at the peak of her curves with my mouth.

Her head fell back even more as a whimpering moan left her body. I massaged the fullness of her breast as my tongue flicked her nipple back and forth several times. She must have enjoyed it because her hips started grinding against me again. Her breathing grew ragged while her fingers ran lazily through my hair. It felt so good to hold her like this. I desperately wished to be inside her.

“That feels so good, Drake,” she said softly. Her eyes still closed.

My dick twitched reminding me not to forget about him. Bragnae’s hips moved slowly against my shaft, but I needed more. As much as I wanted to dedicate more time to lavishing her chest with my mouth, I kissed my way up to hers again, bringing the attention back to our lower halves.

My hands found her hips, and together we moved her body against mine. Bragnae picked up the pace, propelling herself up and down my length, massaging it with heat and determination.

I blew out a breath on my way to losing control. “Fuck. That feels incredible.”

“Yes, it d—… yes,” she said, moving her hips even faster. She looped an arm around my neck, keeping her face close to mine. When we weren’t sharing unbalanced, breathy kisses, we were looking into each other’s eyes. It enhanced the experience considerably.

I tightened my grip around her lower back, pulling her against me more. Her mouth fell open and quivered, still grinding her hot pussy over my very eager dick. I used the strength in my forearms to help her move faster.

“Right there, Drake. Please don’t stop.” What a sweet sound it was to hear Bragnae beg me to keep her on track to coming.

“I won’t.” She was so sexy. I loved that she knew what she wanted. Too many times I’d be with a girl who was too timid to tell me where to guide my fingers or what position they preferred to get off. It was exhausting always being the one to have to make all the decisions or first moves.

She squeezed my shoulder. I knew she was close. I kissed her briefly once more before watching the satisfaction unfold on her face.

“Ohmigod,” she panted just before releasing the most beautiful and sensuous cry of pleasure I’d ever heard. Her eyes fluttered shut and her head fell back as she reveled in her newly found bliss.

My imagination didn’t do this moment justice either. To say it was a privilege to watch Bragnae have an orgasm would be an understatement. I was insanely turned on watching her come, especially since I was the one who helped her get there.

As she recovered from her release, I kept a steady, but less intense pace than before knowing she’d be a little sensitive. I was close too. I needed her to move a little faster, but I’d wait.

A few seconds later, Bragnae used her weight to get me to lie back on the bed. She leaned in for another show-stopping kiss before setting a new pace to help me find mine. My hands flew to her hips again pushing and pulling her over my dick. It was feeling really good.

Soon, I felt a tightening in my balls as I approached the edge of all my desires. As if she knew to make the moment even better, Bragnae kissed me again, catching my bottom lip between her teeth. I gritted my teeth and exhaled a long groan, finally finding the release I’d been waiting for since the moment I laid eyes on Bragnae at the bar in New York. It gave me the relief and satisfaction I only dreamed of having.

I really would have loved to feel her from the inside, but at least this ended with both of us coming, and that was fine by me. She rested her cheek against my chest for another minute while she caught her breath. I wrapped my arms around her as I enjoyed the warmth and weight of her body on mine.

“I’m glad we did that, Drake. I know it was unexpected, and it’s certainly not becoming of one of Prince Liam’s suitors, but I couldn’t wait anymore.” She raised her head to look at me. “I hope you don’t regret it.”

I cupped her face with my hand. “No. I wanted that as much as you did. But we do have to figure this out.”

She smiled. “We will.” She dipped down to kiss me again. “We’re heading to Ramsford tomorrow. My home turf. Maybe we can find more time to talk then.”

“Sure, Bennett. I’d like that.” I took a moment longer to look at her. She had a relaxed, sexy glow about her that I’d never seen before. And I couldn’t wait to see it again.

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venactricisfics · 4 years

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Malibu Desert

I hate meetings.

Mayans based Story. Adult Content.

Master List

Chapter Thirteen

I had a little more freedom since the unexpected death of my husband. I was able to drive my own SUV without a Mayan in the passenger’s seat or tailing me. It was nice at first but I started to miss the constant company.

I thought about that as I hang my bag of dry cleaning from the hook in my backseat. I frown seeing the bloodstain on the carpet. Angel’s. I lost my job at the hospital shortly after. I hadn’t accumulated the hours to take off as long as it did to recover. I was better off than most who got laid off. I had millions to fall back on. But I still missed the work.

I pull my SUV to a stop inside the scrap yard and smile as EZ opens the door for me, “Grab that stuff in the back? I'm meeting with the lawyers and need to change.” I had gotten accustomed to having at least one of the Mayans carrying my things for me.

“Sure, Bish is inside,” he responds matching my smile. “I’ll bring this stuff and leave it in the backroom.”

“Thanks,” I leave EZ to gather my stuff and walk up the steps into the clubhouse. Taza greets me with a peck on the cheek before he pulls out my chair. I take a seat my eyes moving from Bishop to Hank and then back again. “What’s wrong?”

“We have a meeting with Galindo tonight,” Bishop says as he takes a drag from his cigarette.

“Oh, that’s ok, baby,” I rest my hand on his, “I know we had plans for dinner but we can change them. I’m good with that.”

“I don’t mean we have a meeting,” he motions from himself to the men at the table, “I mean we have a meeting, all of us.” he motions from himself to me. “I don’t want you involved in the shit we do.”

“I’m not afraid of it,” I lock my eyes directly on his, “I never was.”

“This world can get you killed, querida,” he responds.

“The world I came from already tried,” I stated. “It didn’t take. So you can fill your table with all your men and cast a vote or whatever the fuck you all do in there, but don’t sell me short. I’m not scared.”

“There’s shit that I may have to do,” he says, “I don’t want you to see.”

“Nothing that you do would change how I feel about you. I love you,” I respond as I lean forward pressing a kiss to his lips, “And I won’t know what Galindo wants with me or my father’s business until I meet with the lawyers.” I glance down at my watch then back up, "Speaking of I have to get ready for my meeting with them. I'll have a better understanding of what Galindo wants with me."

I stare at myself in the bathroom mirror after taming my copper curls into a bun. I didn't feel like me anymore. I was sinched and pulled tight into my suit. I internally wished I didn't enjoy Bishop's cooking quite so much.

I slip my stockinged feet in a pair of red-soled heels. They used to feel perfect on my feet but that was a different me. The one that was broken. The one that was afraid.

I wasn't her anymore, at least not on the inside. We still looked the same even if I had put on a couple pounds.

"How do I look?" I ask as I step back out.

"Tall, " Bishop responds, devouring me with his gaze. I smile standing eye to eye with him. I give his lips a peck.

"I'll be back soon, " I brush my thumb over his lips to remove traces of my lipstick.

"Take the prospect with, " he said. It wasn't a question or even a suggestion. I welcomed the company though. EZ's brain would catch anything I may miss. I give a nod, waiting briefly for EZ to join me as my heels tap against the wooden floor of the clubhouse.

“Driving or following?” I ask as I fidget with my blazer. He takes my keys from me and moments later we pull to a stop outside of the lawyers’ office.

“Ready?” he asks after opening my door for me.

“Too late to turn back now,” I grab my bag and walk with him inside the office. The contrast between us catches several eyes. At least the man had sleeves today.

The lawyer on the other side of the table had dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. He attempted to dazzle me with a smile as he stands. “Thank you for meeting us here today,” he says holding his hand out to shake, “Nathan Rosen.” I give his hand a shake and take the card he offered. It was textured and pretentious. He would fit in especially well with the country club princesses I grew up with.

“Nova O’Shay,” I respond and take a seat across from him, “this is my friend, EZ Reyes. He’ll keep us all honest.” EZ stands behind me arms crossed over his chest. I slight smile curves at the corners of my lips seeing Rosen’s reaction.

“I’m here to discuss some of your family’s other business ventures,” he states.

“I know,” I reply, “I didn’t think my uncle was an actual butcher in Belfast.” I listen as he discusses the connection to the IRA and guns. My uncle was an Irish King and my father helped facilitate the gun trade. It was coming clearer. The guns were supplied to the cartel, the Galindo cartel.

“It’s up to you how you want to handle this,” Rosen says, “I can arrange a meeting with the club president that’s currently handling distribution in the US for you.” I notice his glance to EZ and then back to me.

“An MC?” I ask looking back at EZ.

“The Sons of Anarchy,” he replied. Rosen confirms it.

“I can’t meet with them without the Mayans,” I state, “I’m affiliated.”

“Of course,” Rosen says as we stand. “Call me in a few days and we can arrange it.”

“I’ll do that,” I give his hand a shake before walking with EZ back out to my car. Frowning as I look at the time, “I won’t have time to talk with Bishop or the club before we meet with Galindo.”

“I can’t help you in there,” he points to the prospect patch on his chest, “Jaw still stings a little from the first time I gave insight.”

“I can handle it,” I state, “I don’t know Galindo, but I know Bishop. He won’t let anything happen to me.” The lot in the back of the dress factory is lined with bikes and Galindo’s Rolls Royce. I straighten my jacket and smooth my skirt as I climb out of the car. More nervous about this meeting than the last. I knew that this one held dyer consequences if things were to go south. I couldn’t let these men see me tremble. Any of them.

I draw in a breath as we make our way across the factory floor, past the dresses and material into a back room. My heart raced when the door scraped over the concrete floor. I can’t lose it. Not again, not in front of everyone. I muster every ounce of strength I possessed and pull my lips into a smile as my eyes raise from the cold floor to Galindo’s face. He’s bookended by Alverez and the man with the braids.

“You are looking much better than the last time I saw you, Ms. O’Shay,” Miguel Galindo’s voice had charm, he was educated. Polished. Smug.

“Rest does wonders,” I respond maintaining my cool demeanor.

“You should try the Vida Tranquila spa,” he says, “my wife swears by it.”

“I’ll keep that in mind,” I narrow my eyes at the man, “But I don’t think you asked me here to ask about my health and wellbeing. So tell me,” I take a step closer to him, “Mr. Galindo, why should the Irish Kings continue to supply your… organization?”

“To the point,” he pulls his lips into a sort of smile, “I appreciate that. Our families have had a mutually beneficial arrangement for the past several years.”

“Stick with the status quo?” I quirk a brow. I hadn’t had a chance to review anything with Bishop or the others but I couldn’t let this man think that I could be run over. “I have to meet with the club that they’ve been working with to make sure it’s still a good fit. I need to understand exactly how this arrangement works.”

“Of course,” he responds, “talk to the Sons, the Mayans, the Irish Kings and whoever else you need to, then we can meet again. I look forward to furthering our relationship.”

“Presuming that everything goes well,” I extend my hand to shake his, “we’ll meet again soon.” Galindo gives my hand a shake before leaving with his entourage. I let the breath out that I had been holding.

“Does someone want to tell me what the fuck is going on?” Bishop’s voice is harsher than I’ve heard before. At least aimed in my direction.

“I am not a prospect in your club,” I glare at him, “you will not fucking talk to me like I am one.” Fuming I start toward the door.

“She’s heir to the Irish Kings,” EZ interjects.

“She’s what?” Angel asks.

My hand on the doorknob as I speak, “My uncle and my father were rulers of the Irish Republican Army. Kings. The guns you get from that club up North,” I turn back to face them, “are provided to them by the IRA.”

“What are you planning on doing, querida?” Bishop’s voice softer now when he speaks.

“Now,” my eyes fixed on his, “I plan on going back to the clubhouse and taking off this tight as hell suit and these shoes. Maybe have a beer. After that I’m open.”

“Alright,” he says, “I think I can get behind that plan.”

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I shake my hair loose of the bun and step out of my heals the moment I get into the clubhouse apartment. I turn back toward the door as the knob rattles and Bishop strolls through the door. He doesn’t speak. His hands tangle in my hair and he pulls my face to his. Lips pressing hard against mine as he pushes me against the wall.

“I need you to fuck me, please,” I groan into his lips.

“I know,” he responds The fabric of my skirt tears as he lifts my legs to wrap around his waist. “Fuck you have too many fucking clothes on.” His lips dance over my neck, his hand runs up my stockinged thighs and rips my panties. A second later I hear the sound of his zipper lowering and feel the head of his cock sliding up and down my soaked pussy. “Is this what you want?”

“Yes,” I whimper, “Fuck me please.” His cock pushes into me, my body driven hard into the wall. “Oh god,” I shudder. I cling tighter to him and he slams into my waiting pussy, again and again, drilling hard and fast into me.

The back of my head knocks against the wall, I barely noticed. He pulls my top-down, releasing my tits. They bounce in sync with the hard thrusting. He leans down taken a hardened nipple in his lips causing me to cry out loud and grind back against him.

Grabbing a handful of my hair pulling my head to the side and sucks on my neck, his stubble rubbing against the tender flesh. He has me pinned so tight to the wall I can’t move. I was totally at his mercy. He squeezed my ass hard as his cock drives into me.

“Oh fuck, fuck,” I cry out loud. His lips smoother out the cries, his tongue tangling with mine. My orgasm building larger until it swept over my body in a ripple. I shook and cried out as his assault on my pussy continued. I squeeze around him and his body tightens. He was on the edge. I moaned milking every drop of cum from him. His head rested on my shoulder and he relaxed for a moment before letting me down and zipped himself up. My cunt was throbbing, my legs shaking as I breathe hard, balancing myself against the wall.

Bishop presses his lips to mine, “Get changed and I’ll see you out there.”

#Mayans MC #mayans #mayansfx #bishop losa #bishop losa x oc #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa smut #mayans mc fanfic #SOA #sons of anarchy

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thoughtsoftheantagonist · 4 years

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A Song For You

A/N:I know its been a long while but im back. After losing my mother in march then my brother in December of last year it took alot out of me and i had to find a new way to live without them. Thank you all for sticking with me and i hope you enjoy. alot of other things to come as well.

To catch up my A Song For You Masterlist is right HERE

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Juan's Pov

There are many things he has learned in his life, most recently he has learned how to be a man, and how to love a woman like his wife. Strong and wild as a hurricane he remembers one of the best pieces of advice he had gotten the day of his wedding. As his best man Chibs had pulled him aside and gotten him to calm the fuck down, apparently he had been annoying the fuck out of the guys all day with his squirrely behavior and Chibs gave him a blunt and a beer. Once his nerves had released him he stood with his brother and was heading back to the set up area when Chibs stopped him. "Let me tell ya one thing to always remember when it comes to a woman like Joy." He nods and gives Chibs his full attention "Love her but keep her wild. She is a woman and we all want to protect our women but at the end of the day she is a force of nature that granted you the privilege of standing close enough to be in awe of her and live."

When Chibs walked away he stared out across the reservation where he stood, Chibs was right, he wasn't worried about how any of this went. He was more worried about his wife coming to her senses and taking off in the other direction then he was standing but that was his old doubts about himself. But like Chibs said, Joy was a force of nature, and she chose him to pour her love, life and energy within. Why the fuck was he looking that gift horse in the mouth? He grins as he stares at his wife as she throws her leg over her Dyna in their driveway, she doesn't see him move to lean on his bike and looks back at him over the top of her ray bans. "You ok handsome?" He shakes off his nostalgia and walks over to stand at her side, his hands automatic coming up to braid one side of her mane of wild curls while she does the other. "I'm fine babe. Just a lot of thinking. Must be getting old."

He chuckles when his father in law slaps a hand down on his shoulder as he passes him, having spent the night in the guest room "Shut the fuck up you toddler." He puts the hair tie around the bottom of his wife's pig tail braid and kisses her temple as she snickers. Pinching her thigh in retaliation and jumping back as she swipes at him, climbing into his bike he shoots her a wide grin before putting his helmet and glasses on, peeling out of the driveway with her on his tail. Catch me if you can baby.

Joy POV

She heads up the stairs to the second floor with Bobby on her heel. Once again asking the age old club question…..what the fuck are you wearing kid. She speaks over her shoulder to the older man " I couldn't help it that my good taste offends your eyes. But i refused to sacrifice that to the all black of the club colors." Apparently that had tickled bobby as they marched up the stairs to grab their hiding leader. Jax had called them all here and wasn't even down stairs. But she knew where he would be. She knocks on the door and peeks inside with a grin. " everyone is here brother." He nods and stands, she sees him pocket his small journal, walking by her he grabs the side of her head and places a kiss on the top of her head. " Hmmmmm apples. Not bad." She snorts and shoves him, then he gives her a loaded look as his blue eyes scan her face. "You ok? Sleep alright." She knew he meant the nightmares, she sighs with a nod "Yeah Juan had me smoke two blunts myself and I was knocked the fuck out." He chuckles and looks between her and Bobby "Let's get the day locked down. Gonna be a huge one. Bobby anything from Galeen?" She and Jax move to leave but Bobby's voice stops them " Meeting is at two. Something we gotta Handel first." She arches a brow "What's up?" He doesn't look at her, speaking only to Jax "Bringing Clay to the table." She feels her hand twitch at the look on Jax's face. "Excuse me?" Bobby continues "He is gonna admit what he did with the nomads. Too Joy and Tara, all of it and we vote." She is stunned, he went behind Jax's back. Knowing what it could mean he went to Clay anyway. She clenches her fists, hissing through her teeth "Bobby what are you doing?" He glances at her as he moves to go down the stairs "My job kid."

She and Jax share a loaded look, this wasn't fucking good. They practically trip over each other as they head down stairs. She doesn't get time to tell her father or Juan what is going on before they are seated, but the way her husband is gripping her thigh, and the way her dad is trying to get her to look at him and not Clay at the end of the table leads her to believe they have an idea something isn't right. She can't take her eyes off of him as he speaks "I was lying in a hospital bed, thinking about all the shit I lost. I wasn't ready to let it go. I reached out to Frankie Diamonds. He was the one that suggested the home invasions. We figured we could rattle some of the folks close to the club, make it look like the MC was gonna hurt Charming and that Jax couldn't protect his own. Frankie pulled in Gogo and Greg. I promised to split my percentages when I got the gavel back." She grind her teeth, her hand clenching hard into fists at her side she knew her nails were drawing blood as Bobby talked, his eyes on the table " And attacking Unser at your house took the focus from you?" Clay nods, she snarls, her now bloody palms slamming down onto the wood of the table, making everyone jump as she stands, her voice like a sonic boom off the black walls. "And what about me Clay? Diamonds shot me point blank in the fucking stomach. If that had been Rita, her and the life of her unborn baby would be on your fucking head that I would gladly rip off your fucking shoulders given the smallest chance! Juan get the fuck off me!" She struggles as her husband yanks her down onto his lap, his arms locking around hers to keep her from struggling to much as Clay speaks directly to her "I didn't know you were buddy buddy with Eli's old lady, when they picked up the East Dub crew, I thought that was a good way to put the attacks on to Pope. And now with Jax working with him, I figured I could use it to help sway the club my way. I never wanted anybody to get hurt." She knows the sound of her half manic cackle bouncing off the walls isn't helping the situation. But she just can't believe the horse shit coming out of his mouth, Juan grabs her bloody hands in one of his and slaps his hand over her mouth she freezes through as Tig speaks for the first time since Clay started speaking " But they did. You hurt a lot of people." Seeing the pain in Tigs eyes as he looks over at her she lets the fight drain from her body, feeling the change Juan lets go of her mouth and just holds her in his lap. His grip is tight but comforting as Clay replies.

"You know, I-I don't expect anyone to believe this, and I ain't saying it wasn't 'cause of my pride and my greed, 'cause it was, but the main reason I was trying to push out Jax was because I didn't think he was ready to lead. This cartel shit, the pressure with the Irish, I didn't think he could handle it. I was wrong. He's proving to be a better leader than I ever was. I'll be in the garage." She watches him walk out, her eyes narrowed as the door closes. Moving from her husband's lap she yanks a black bandanna from her bag by her feet. Wiping at the bloody crescent shaped marks on her hands she listens to Jax "We heard his story. Vote has to be unanimous. Does anyone else have anything they'd like to say? All in favor of Clay losing his patch?" The vote is a solid yes across the board. She looks up as Jax says his next words "As far as the mayhem goes let's hear pros and cons." She is shaking as her eyes scan the table, her eyes locking on Chibs as she speaks " He's a traitor. I ain't buying this humble, "for the good of the club" bullshit. He's done." She nods, tears welling up in her eyes and spilling over as she grabs her husband's hand on her thigh. "I want to see the life drain from his eyes Jax. I can't fucking sleep at night without doping myself up because of the shit he set in motion almost killed me. If I don't I wake up screaming for my dad and husband because I'm scared they are next. Hell my god damned husband wakes up in cold sweats and shakes me awake just to make sure I'm not dead. I want him dead so this butterfly affect he started can fucking die with him." She rests her head on Juan's shoulder, his lips pressed against her forehead as she tries to slow her breathing.

Jax stares at her for a moment and nods "All in favor of Clay Morrow meeting Mr. Mayhem." Six yea, she looks to Bobby and her whole body goes numb as he speaks "No." She stares at him for a moment as Jax's bangs the gavel, barely hearing Chibs as he goes to get Clay. She stands. Bobby turns to her, his mouth open to speak but her hand claps against his cheek, some blood she had missed on her hand now on his reddened cheek.. She shoves him out of the way. Not realizing Jax was right behind her along with her husband, she almost runs into Clay as him and Chibs come back. She feels more then sees Jax move past her and fly into Clay, watching the two men grapple she feels her blood pump, standing back she doesn't move to help Chibs as he tries to yank Jax off Clay, the dull thud of Jax fist against the side of clays face gives her a sick kind of satisfaction. But it's cut short, she curls her lip as Chibs and Tig successfully yank Jax away from Clay. She walks over to Clay as the others are preoccupied with Jax, standing over the man she sees blood dripping from his temple and arches a brow "Looks like it hurts." Before he can speak the heel of her boot comes down and the sound of his nose breaking makes her smirk before she is yanked up off her feet by her father. " Enough Mija." She nods, she got her lick in, and the way the bastard was clutching his face made her anger levels drop somewhat. She feels Jax's hand on her arm, she lets him yank her away from the others and back into the clubhouse, looking back she gives her husband a look as he tries to follow. Jax needed her, only her it seems. He releases her as he shoves the doors to church back open, he all but collapses into his chair, she watches him with narrowed eyes as she closes the double doors behind her gently. The sound of her docs on the floor almost painfully loud as she makes her way to her seat.

Sitting she stares at Jax as he twirls a gold lighter between his fingers. She doesn't speak, and neither does he for the longest, but as she feels the silence about to swallow her and him whole the door opens. But as the person enters she wishes they would have stayed out if she was honest. She feels her whole body tense as Jax's chest starts to rise and fall rapidly, his body tense as his voice sends an uncomfortable chill down her spine. "You made a deal with him behind my back." She almost jumps as Bobby tosses Clay's jacket onto the table, she watches him with a heated glare. He refuses to look her way, keeping his eyes on Jax "We couldn't prove shit. We both know that. And there's no way that you could let Clay sit at this table. Me either. The shit he's done. He needed to go away, and if I didn't make this deal, you would've killed him as soon as we were finished with Gaalan." She slams her hands down, making their gaze jump to her "Wrong Bobby. You seem to think you're the only one who is looking out for Jax. I would do it because I want to watch his insides bake on the concrete outside." Bobby sighs " But kid Do that once, next time just becomes a little easier, and before you know it, this thing that we have is pointless. I stopped jax from becoming the guy that you both wanted to kill. All your doing is being his god damned dog on a leash like Tig was for Clay." She almost leaps over the table to get at Bobby's throat, no one talked about Tig infront of her…..no one. But Jax's hand on her tattooed arm stops her. "You think this vote protects Clay?" She moves her arm out from under Jax's hand. Bobby looks between her and Jax, and for the first time she really looks at him. He looks tired, worn down and her anger slowly drains from her body. "You want him dead. Seems like the only choice today. But I know you, Jax. The right thing settles in."

She jerks as Jax's voice echos off the wall. Making her grind her teeth "And how is letting him walk the "right thing"?" Bobby holds Jax's gaze "I know you see it as betrayal." She feels her nose wrinkle and her eyes sting as he looks at her across the table "i know you both do. And I took that risk because I love you, both of you. And this club needs you two. We're broken." She clenches her eyes shut, trying to stop the tears, but Jax's next words rip a gut wrenching sob from her lips, " I've had a hard time feeling any love or brotherhood since Opie died." She slaps a hand over her mouth, her other hand resting on her stomach as she tries to keep it together. "You're just lost your way a bit, brother." She angrily swipes at her eyes, not caring if she looks a mess now, she sees Jax's eyes, bright and wet as he locks eyes with her and shakes his head "No, I found it, finally." She sniffs as he turns to Bobby "Opie was right. The gavel corrupts. You can't sit in this chair without being a savage." She feels like her world is crumbling as Bobby stares a Jax, tears in his eyes as he sighs "I know." She reaches across the table, her hand gripping Jax limp one as he sniffs. "You don't know shit." His grip slowly tightens on hers as he continues, the tears falling from his eyes make her heart break for him. "You counsel from fear. You want me moving in comfortable, cozy circles, and I can't do that." By the time he turns away from Bobby and releases her hand his grip was painfully tight on hers, turning the skin of her hand ashen gray from lack of blood flow. She turns her damp eyes to Bobby, staring at him hard for a moment she clears her throat, still flinching slightly at how raw her throat feels. "You should go."

She watches Bobby as he leaves, turning her eyes to Jax once the door clicks shut. His cheeks are wet and his eyes red. But he has no more tears now, she reaches into her bag, grabbing the pack of make up wipes she yanks one from the pack and scrubs at her face. Seeing Jax watching her with an odd look she glares and tosses it at his face, making him jerk a little and toss it off his chest where it fell. She couldn't help but chuckle, locking eyes with him again and she fell silent, her hand coming down to rest over his for a moment. "I'm with you brother." He nods, moving his hand out from under hers he pats it and turns to the door as it pushes open. Seeing her favorite Scott's men she gives him a weak grin, he nods to her and leans his hand on the chair in front of him. "Jackie boy. Sorry to bother you but August just called, and Pope wants a Meeting at Charming Heights." Jax turns to face Chibs. "When?" The Scott sighs "Now." He nods and turns to her "I need you to stay, chibs is going to come with me. I want you to get the guys ready for the deal later with Lin. He is closer to you than me so I want you at my side for this. Not Bobby." She nods, getting to her feet she leans down pressing a kiss to the top of his blonde head she pat Chibs on the arm as she passes. She needed to see her husband.

He wasn't far, she found him on the swing set. She leans against the gate as he stares off to the side, a blunt hanging from his lips, his hand grip the chains on either side of his head as he swings slightly, the sun gleaming off the multiple rings on his fingers, she glances at his eyes, seeing them already low lidded so she knew it wasn't his first one. He doesn't even notice when she takes the seat beside him, but when her fingers glide along his forearm to his hand he grips it tightly, letting them fall between them to swing. Turning to her he gives her a small grin. His dark brown eyes scan her from head to toe and she felt it like a warm caress. He brings her hand in his up to his lips, using his other hand he hands her the blunt while he kisses the back of her hand. " You've been crying." She nods, taking a deep pull she holds it, holding it back out to him he shakes his head, keeping her hand by his lips he presses kisses to her wrist and fingers. Making her smile. Her sweet husband, trying to heal her pain with good weed and kisses. What a man. She giggles and he smirks, his teeth biting down on her thumb playfully. Making her rip her hand back with false and over dramatic out rage, forgetting she was on a swing she shrieks as she falls back into the wood chip ground with a grunt, her calves resting where her ass used to be in the swing "Jesus Joy!" Her husband scrambles to get to her, kneeling on the ground next to her he lifts her head onto his lap. He calms when he realizes her body is shaking from laughter, he grins and picks wood chips from her hair as he tries to not wheeze as she starts to snort she was laughing so hard.

"I sometimes forget how much of a klutz you are until you do shit like this." Her giggles intensify as her free hand comes up to smack at his shoulder. The other one bringing the blunt she somehow managed to not drop to her lips with a smug grin. "Didn't drop the blunt though that's talent " his eyes locked with hers for a moment and he gave her a leering grin. "No what you do with your tongue that's talent." She stares at him gobsmacked before she is on him, forgetting about the blunt she drops it and starts smacking at her husband, cursing in rapid fire Spanish. And that's how her father found them when it was time to go. Never a dull moment for the Ortiz/Lowman bunch.

Henry Lin's Warehouse (Joys pov)

As her bike pulls to a hard stop in the Lin warehouse she grins, she remembered so many deals here. She also remembered unloading a good amount of the legal shit here as well. Everything she ever did before the club was to be ready for redwood. Every odd job, everybody she dropped had been to be here, standing full circle with Henry across from her this time. She accepts his hug and waves to the others behind me, receiving nods and grins in return. She steps to the side as Jax beings Romeo over "Henry Lin, Romeo Parada and his associate, Luis Torres." She take her place against the far dock door, pulling a pack of cigs from her her back pocket she watches Henry work, letting out a whistle of appreciation at the hardware his men were uncovering not being able to stop herself for speaking along with Henry "Russian Kornet with articulating tripod. Thermal sight, 9M133 missiles." Everyone turns to her, she shrugged, her guys grin and turn back to the deal. She stares off to the side, her mind wandering, keeping her focus somewhat on what was going down, until she hears two words that made her want to throw shit. " Three months." She tilts her head back, tossing her cig out the open dock door. She didn't even have to look at Romeo to know that was not what he wanted to hear.

She sighs, her eyes watching Romeo's back from behind her shades as he speaks lowly to Torres for a moment before turning to Henry "Ten Kornets. Hundred missiles. Two dozen Brownings, two dozen KS-Vs with quick-release silencers." Henry nods, everyone turning to watch Torres as he speaks, a black duffle in his hand "Once you figured out the Hamas express, we'll want drops every two weeks. Mayans MC will handle the transport. 250 down payment. Just let us know the balance." Henry shakes bother their hands " Absolutely. Looking forward to doing business with you." Romeo nods "You should. We're gonna make you rich." She is about to get on her bike as Romeo and Torres head towards Jax, Bobby and herself but Jax's hand grabs the back of her cut, keeping her in place. Asshole. Romeo locks eyes with herself for a moment then Jax "Galindo's getting pushed on two fronts by Lobo Sonora. We just lost Tubutama; we can't wait three months for them Kornets. We're gonna need another shipment of RPGs from the Irish before we kill that tie." She sighs, her hands on her hips, she stares past the guys, plans forming in her mind, possible outcomes of how this could work. That Irish fuck head will not be happy to hear about Clay being out, and when he does he might not give them what they need. She is shaken from her thoughts when Romeo's voice shakes her "Is that a problem? " She is about to yell yes but Jax beats her "Shouldn't be. I'll ask Gaalan at the pickup." Romeo shakes his head, a hand coming down on Jax's shoulder, making her hand twitch for her glock "Don't ask him. Tell him."

As the two men walk out and away she drops her mask of indifference and curses, her head falling back as Jax combs his hands through his already slicked back hair, his eyes wide and moving around rabidly as he thinks almost as if he was seeing his own thought process before his eyes. Her husband comes to stand next to her, his hand going up the back of her shirt to rest on her lower back. His warmth was a slight comfort. Jax finally nods and turns to the rest of the group. "All of us need to head back to the shop. I want Chibs and Bobby to get this shit rolling. Joy, can you go check on Tara for me let her know what's going down." She nods, turning to her husband as the guys head for their bikes, wrapping her arms around her husband's narrow waist she sighs, her cheek resting on the warm leather of his vest. His chin rests on her head. "You ok baby girl?" She nods, leaning more into him as one of his hands brushes down the back of her head in soft swipes, over and over again. "I'm ok. Just thinking about it all. Once I get it all cleared in my head I'll give you a peek inside. Ok?" She feels his chin brush her head as he nods. His lips pressing to the top of her head before he releases her reluctantly. She gives him a half hearted wave and sighs as he and the other drive off, turning to Henry as she sees them heading out as well. She nods her head and moves towards her bike, time to check on Tara.

The Hospital

She is laid back in Taras office, her body draped across the beige couch as she scrolls through her phone waiting for Taras break. When the woman in question sees her she smiles. "Joy. I see your making yourself at home." She smirks at her phone screen. "I have the amazing power of not giving a fuck where I am. I'm always comfort." Tara chuckles and walks over, gently pushing the other woman's legs from the seat so she could sit next to her, joy shoves her phone into the inner pocket of her cut and grins at Tara "So Jax got the deal locked down with henry and the cartel." Tara nods but she see the slight pinch in joys face and sighs "I hear an invisible but in there." Leaning back into the couch she sighs, closing her eyes she blurts out everything, just ripping it off like a band-aid. "But the guns won't be here for a while so now Jax has to meet with the kings and get them to drop a load of guns out their tight freckled fists one more time. And with clay not here that means Galaan will bitch so this might not go well."

When she doesn't hear a groan or even a sigh she peeks one eye open seeing Tara looking at her blankly she opens them both. "Don't look at me like that. The past few days haven't been exactly conductive mentally for either of us so forgive me if i expected a violent reaction….ass." Tara snorts and looks off to the side. "Sorry to disappoint you with not having another mental break down. My body just doesn't have it in it right now." She snickers and nods, but stops when Tara gets a nervous look on her face. "I know that look. Talk. What's wrong." She is surprised when the normally stand offish woman grabs the hand closest to her and holds it tightly. Joy is more worried than ever, her other hand resting on top of the on gripping hers. "I have still been working on the papers for the other hospital. And through all this and talking to the club lawyer today something occurred to me. If something were to happen to me or….to jax."

The hitch in Taras voice makes her pat her hand, as much and no one ever wanted to think about their family or partner dying that sadly never helped. All it did was make you more lost when it happened. "If that happened i don't know who would have Able and Tommy and Joy that scares me. I have no other blood family and I won't let Gemma raise them i won't. And with blood Wendy could possibly take Able and I don't want that either Joy. " She nods. No Gemma might have the deepest love to give like any other mother but hers had long been tainted by something inherently Gemma….something wrong. And wendy would have to take Able from her cold dead arms. When Tara turns her face to joy she sees tears in the woman's eyes and she yanks her hands from taras, her fingers wiping at the woman's pale cheeks, not understanding how to help. Until Tara's next words make everything click into place. "So talking with the lawyer i have named you and Juan as the people who will be their guardians." She feels the hot tears as they glide down her cheeks. Her hands move from Taras face to her own as she swipes at her cheeks roughly. Looking over she sees Tara watching her closely and she realized Tara actually thought she wouldnt want them. She sniffles and shakes her head. "I already love them like they were mine without overstepping. I would open my house and heart to those boys and Juan would too Tara. They would need or want for nothing because both of us would do anything to keep them happy. So if this gives you peace, do it. I already know Juan would be overjoyed, shocked but overjoyed." The woman's smile is bright and right there She sees the woman Jax sees all the time. As stern and logical as Tara was she was warm and beautiful when happy. Leaning over joy kisses her cheek with a nod. "Yeah. I have not one objection to that. But just know. Me and Juan might never leave here hun. Your boys would grow up here. Are you ok with that honestly?"

Tara stands, turning she leans back against her desks and sighs. "I know that. And if i'm honest it was one of the reasons i hesitated, and if i'm honest the only reason. But then i remembered how you grew up. Knowing about this life, it was never hidden like a secret or something shameful. And despite what you say about yourself your not a monster. Your good to my boys and everyone in that club who deserves it. And you dont shield able from it you let him know this isn't for him right now and send him on his way like the morning after Otto. So no.....i wouldn't mind them growing up here with the right mother and father besides Jax and myself." She stares at her rings as she twirled them around her fingers. She didn't realize the others knew she struggled with her nature. Sure Juan and maybe her father but to know on some level it was plain as the nose on her face made her want to hide away. Like a piece of her armour had been knocked off in battle. She speaks to Tara, her eyes still on her rings. "I struggle everyday with what i do for this club and to survive. Im not exactly martha fucking stewert. I don't know shit about kitchen knives but i know what blade to use to flay a man…..but i swear i would always love those boys and do right by them. Not manipulate but always have my hand out for them to grip on for balance. And thank you….it means alot to me." Tara is about to continue when her burner goes off, pulling it from her cut she sees Jax's name. Opening it she speaks "Im coming." Into the phone before hanging up and standing. Walking over to Tara she presses another kiss to her cheek." I love you Tara." She doesn't give the woman time to answer as she leaves, she had to slam down the gates on her emotions. The day isn't over yet.

The Barn

She gets to the barn just as the truck pulls up, she almost falls off the bike as shs skids to a stop in front of Jax and the other. Her prez was obviously worried she wouldn't make it, He practically yanks her off the bike as he hugs her. "Cutting it close sis." She pats his side as she hooks her sunglasses in the collar of her shirt. "I know. Got caught up talking to Tara." They make their way inside, she winks at her husband as he passes behind her. Smirking when his hand pats his ass as he does. She moved to follow him but Jax grips the back of her cut, keeping her on his left with bobby on his right. She sighs. She should have just kept the god damn patch at this point. "Where's Clay?" She and Jax both turn a sharp eye to Bobby. Clay would fucking be here and useful for once of bobby hadnt done what he did this morning. Bobby tosses the duffle of money on the ground between themselves and Gaalan. "He turned in his patch.It's been coming for a while."

Gaalan arches a salt pepper brow, his eyes bouncing between her and Jax. "He's out of the club?" She sees Jax sigh before finally speaking, her hand coming to rest on his back out of sight from the group before them. But very visible to their club behind them. "Look, Gaalan. I know you blame me for Kellan's death. And you're right, events in Belfast spun out of control.I just want to say, I liked the priest. He loved my dad. He sacrificed himself for my son-- I know that." She nods. She was proud of how level jax sounded. She tilts her head, a teasing lilt to her voice as she speaks makes Gaalan zero in on her. "And after you and our dear prezs little game of grab ass and your rambo impersonation i was personally hoping it might ease some of this tension." The man chuckles, she sighs. Her hand falls from Jax's back and she speaks plainly to Gaalan.

"Look Gaalan dispite what you might think about me i fucking hate the cartel. Mexican or not they are fucking up our day to day we all hate them.Romeo wants this shipment, one more. We give him that and we're done. No more them and everyone in our shit. Just The MC and the IRA can go back to business as usual. Sound?"

She wasn't surprised at his look of surprise at the use of irish slang. Her mom might not have raised her but she did her own research about the other half of her heritage. And as much as she might dislike Gaalan as well, a part of her felt kindred to him, his and chibs heavy broug as different as they might be, made her want to watch the old videos of her mother when her father would pick at her about her strong accent. She is shaken from her melancholy as the older man nods "Aye. Tis sound lass. For a little halfling your not all bad are ye." She opens her mouth to curse him but the doors on either side of the bar open. Both glocks are aimed on either side of her before they fully open and she starts cursing internally as Jax speaks to Romeo, his hands gently pushing her arms down. She doesn't put her guns back though. "What is this?" Romeo sighs "Talked to Damon Pope. Heard all about Clay. Thought we should come by and make sure the deal was moving forward. “I told you I would handle it." Jax’s tone was very obviously pissed but neither irish or catel cared as they glared at each other.

Luis eyes Gaalan with a curl of his lip "We know how stubborn the Irish can be." Gaalan turns to look at the other man with a wide wicked grib "And we all know how ignorant you muppets can be." Romeo practically growls as he points to the gun crates "Put the guns in the truck." Gaalans voice echoes off the wooden walls "Don't touch the bloody guns." She grunts as she elbows jax back behind her towards her father and husband. Knowing if shit got wild they would yank him behind cover. Her voice is practically a hiss as she speaks pointedly to luis and romeo “We all want the same thing here! You two pendejos aren't helping for shit. We had this under control until you put your size twelves in it pulling this macho man shit." Having not listened to shit she said Romeo instructs the man closest to Luis to grab a crate. She sees the gun in Gaalans hand just as he fires it. She doesn't think, turning to Jax she rams into his chest. Knocking them both back into her father and Juan. Her father yanks Jax down next to him. She presses tight into her husband's side as bullets fly over his head. She sees her father and Phil book it outside to safety. She sees a blur running towards bobby and jax and she roars "Bobby get down." The man hits the floor as she lays out one of Galindos men. All fire stops and she looks over to see Gaalan at gunpoint. She shoves her guns back into their holsters and watches with narrowed eyes as Romeo snatches up the duffle of money. Yelling for the man to put the crates in the truck, he grins at her and Jax who was radiating pissed off like a furnace. "This buy is on the MC. For killing my guys, and the inconvenience of our wait. We'll call it even." Jax yanks her back as she lunges for Romeo. He had no idea what he had set in motion, the kings won't let this slide.

As luis yells for Gaalan to get his pasty white out of there Gaalan passes her and Jax. Giving Jax a loaded look he stops "This is on you, boy." Jax just nods, as prez it was his mess. Didn't stop her from moving to shoulder herself between him and Gaalan. He wasn't an ally anymore. He turns his jade eyes to her, his gaze grows harder. It wasn't in her favor that she looked so much like the men currently holding him at gunpoint "Sons are gonna feel this on both continents Lass. Know that." She nods as he leaves, her body slightly shaking from the adrenaline drop as she and Jax turn, both of them coming face to face with a wary looking bobby. She cant help her angry at him, a part of her doesn't want to put it all on him. But if clay had been here. If the meeting had ended moments before the cartel showed. Maybe things would have been different. But they weren't. Like Jax she shoulders her way past bobby outside. The guys following behind closely. She and Jax glare down the men loading the truck for the next ten minutes, a cig hanging limp between her lips as she locks eyes with Romeo. Dead eyes. She inhales deeply for the last time and tosses it to the side. Turning as Jax marches back behind them to the group of men she turns to watch as he paces for a moment. Walking closer she leans against the precut logs chibs was sitting on as he too watches jax. When he sees everyone is close,he starts pushing out orders, his eyes bouncing between her and chibs. "Lock down the shop and alert families." She and chibs nod. He would take care of teller morrow, all she had to do was send a text to one person and the phone tree would set on fire. She had spent months making plans for anything. Deaths to club threats but this was the most ambitious, she made sure everyone involved in the club only had two people on speed dial. The person next on the list and her. Once each call was made she would get a text to confirm until the last person on the list confirmed the texts kept going. Opening her phone she sends a message to Lyla a simple phrase 'Start the fire.' She puts her phone away as jax turns to Tig his voice raising the more frustrated he gets "Get Tacoma down here." Tig walks off without a word and Jax steps closer to chibs and herself. "Gaalan is gonna try to hurt us." He was right. Gaalan didn't seem the kind of man to make idle threats. Jaxs puts his hand on chibs shoulder "I need you find Gemma, you have her call me. Ok everyone roll out and get packed. Be in by lock down or be locked out. She quickly heads for her bike her husband and father hot on her heels all of them stop as Jax calls Juice back. "Juicy, I need you for something. Sonshine go get his shit packed, we will all meet at the club house." She hesitates for a moment as her dad heads off with a nod. She lets her husband pull her tight to his chest as he kisses her forehead. "Go baby. You know what to pack. Get sonny ready and i'll be there before you have time to miss me." she snort, pressing a kiss to his shirt covered chest. "Too late." She pulls away from him and locks eyes with Jax. "Keep my husband safe." He grins "always darlin." She rolls her eyes and walks off as the man laughs. These guys wouldn't know safe of it gave them head.

Clays house (Juan pov)

He and Tig had decided to give Clay, Miles and Rat and escort back to the shop. Well Tig wanted to do it and Juan didn't want him alone. As they make it to the cabin Tig knocks, he hangs back his shade covered eyes watching their surroundings. The irish were sneaky bastards. Once the door is open he and Tig quickly file in and lock the door. Walking over to rat and miles he sighs "Fuck the rest of his shit. Galindo fucked up the Irish deal and no Son is safe anywhere. Get his clothes and ill pack his guns, i know what he uses. Get moving we don't have much time until lock down." He watched the guys split up and he looked around as Tig and Clay talked about what happened. Seeing Clay's gun bag he opens it up and freezes. He sees the reaper holster, the nine and he grins. He is shaken from his memories by Clay's voice "You always did like it." He nods, watching clays large hands pull the gun from the holster. Bright silver with the black reaper handle. Shit was as beautiful as he remembered.

He watches clay aim it towards the wall before putting it back in the holster. "Piney gave it to me for my five year. I always thought I would give it to opie." He nods, his throat closing up, he clears his throat to fight back the sight of opies face. Not now, stay focused. He sees the gun being held out to him. "Clay come on." He shoves it back but the man passes his hand and presses it to his chest. "I get I'm not like a dad to you no more kid. Things i did to joy and you destroyed any of that but least i can do is give someone something i cant use anymore. So take it. Hell give it to the kid. She might put it in a shadow box with the day i died on it." He smirks and shoves the gun and holster into his inner pocket. "Or kill you with it." The older man chuckles. "Looking forward to it." He snickers and grabs the gun bag, and heads for the van. Making sure everything is in he heads for the bike. Lock down was approaching fast and if he knew his wife he knew she would shoot anyone who tried to close it with him outside of it.

Teller Morrow Garage

She volunteered to watch the outside as her father, Chucky, Unser and her father got the grill hot, with the amount of people here best idea was to have a potluck and bbq. Old rap plays from her phone next to her, her head bobbing and lips moving as her eyes scan the still open gate and full parking lot keeps her hands on the table under her, both her glocks next to each hand. She hears the bikes before she sees them. She smirks as Tig and her husband pull up in front of the van holding Miles and Rat. As Tig and her husband pull their bikes into the line. She nods to the guys as they pass her and go into the club house. When her husband and tig walk up with clay not too far behind her smile drops. Her husband kisses her cheek with a chuckle, his lips brushing her skin as he whispers "Down cujo. Gaalan called him on the way here." She arches a brow over her husband's shoulder to clay as he passes them without a word. "Fine….but he breaths wrong im playing baseball with his kneecaps." She lets her laughing husband pull her inside as miles and rats come back out to take over her watch duty.

Everyone had been here for about an hour now and despite the reason for being here it was fun and everyone laughs all around. She hugged a few of the Tacoma boys she recognized, Kozik being one of them. She had missed him when he went back but he seemed to be keeping on the straight line where drugs were involved and she was so proud of him. She was watching her father talk to Lyla with a grin, he was leaning back against the pool table as Lyla lined up a shot. When the ball hits the pocket she smirks at one of the Tacoma prospects who thought she had been an easy target, poor kid. She bumps fists with Nero before turning back to talk to Happy. She feels her husband come up behind her, his hands snaking around her waist to rest low on her stomach. She turns her head to the side, kissing the side of her husband's stubble covered cheek as he rests his chin on her shoulder. "Why are you grinning like that beautiful?" She giggles, taking her bottom lip between her teeth. She places her hand on the side of her husband's face, making his gaze line up with hers. She knows he sees them too when he hums. "Now that's different. But oddly enough would make sense." She smirks. "exactly. I doubt much will happen for now. With Opie and all which i agree with, grive fully and never rebound. But i see something….something good in that possible future." She closes her eyes as her husband presses kisses to her cheek. "Look at you. Little miss matchmaker." She snorts and turns in his arms, wrapping her arms around his neck she gets on her tiptoes to press a kiss high on his cheek. Beaming up at him she says "Matched myself up with you didn't I?" He nods with a grin, his hands rubbing her ass before he surprises her and yanks her up by the thighs. She shouts as he heaves her body up his torso, her thighs clinch his sides as he carries her through the crowd of laughing sons, her protests and threats of body mutilation falling on deaf ears. When he plants her on the pool table she goes to swipe at him with her nails but he catches her wrist and holds it to his chest as he catches her lips.

All the fight leaves her body, her free hand gripping the side of his cut she yanks him closer. The world falls away as he surrounds her, his hand gripping her now limp wrist moves to the back of her neck. But their moment is short lived as one of the balls from the table hits her left thigh making her jump and look that way. Seeing a smirking Lyla with a chuckling nero and Happy over her shoulders. She nero's her eyes at her father. "Et tu, Brute?" Her father shrugs and grabs the pool cue from Lyla as Nero pats her shoulder "We're currently hiding the corner pocket Leona." She smirks at the nickname, Lioness. Well played Nero. She slides off the table Jax walks by them but she clenches her eyes as he freezes next to her, the venom in his voice makes it obvious who he is speaking too. "Why is he here." She pecks Juans lips one more time before turning to plant herself next to Jax. Clay looks even more broken than she remembers. Hunched over be tilts his head at Jax "Gaalan reached out to me. He wants the guns or the money or wendy is dead." She whips her head around to stare wide eyed at chibs, he makes a snatching motion and she sighs. She must have been at the hospital, she would grill him about it later. "Does Gaalan know wendy isn't Jax's wife?" Clay chuckles "Believe me kid i could hear wendy in the back shouting that and a lot of other stuff about Jax to prove as much. He says do it anyway or Able will be going back to Belfast." She snarls, jax holding his arm out in front of her to calm her. But her anger and frustration builds as Bobby chimes in "four hundred and seventy five thousand dollars. We pay back the Italians and Nero we ain't even close." She moves to stand behind chibs as Tig adds on "And there is no way we are getting the guns back from Romeo." She plants a hand on Chibs shoulder, his hand comes up to pat her. Chibs always knew how to center her, help her pull herself out of panic. Even without a word. Forever her mentor and guide.

She looks up as Nero clears his throat, pool cue in hand, his eyes bouncing around to lock eyes with them all before settling on Jax "I'm sorry. Couldn't help but overhear and I may have a solution." She locks eyes with Jax. She sees him tossing thoughts around and finally his eyes clear and he nods his head to the door before looking at Clay, she heads for the door as Jaxs tells Clay to get out. She sees her husband off to the side, headphones in his ears as he works on a few hard drives on the table before him. Leaning against the far wall she watches him from afar. He was deep in his tech mode and she refused to break that trance. She smiles as his lips move rapidly as he raps along to something she can't catch from how fast his lips move, but his grin is amazing. She feels someone at her side, the scent of clove and sandalwood makes her arch a brow. "Tiggy. Do you trust me?" Tigs arm lands around her shoulder as he leans on the wall next to her. A beer in his hand he takes a deep pull before replying. "Without question kid. Why?" She tilts her head to the side to look up at him. "I know none of us but Clay will be delivering that money when we get it." Tig nods, people doubted him so much but he was quicker than people gave him credit for. "Go with him. I don't trust him alone, let alone around Gaalan. So if he goes. Go with him. If not for the club or Jax. For my peace of mind?" Tig thinks on it for a moment before pressing a kiss to the side of her head and heading off into the crowd. She knew he would, she hated putting him so close to Clay so soon. But Tig was Clay's right hand for years. Clay wouldn't think twice of Tig going with him. She scrubs her face with her hand before pushing off the wall she sighs. So much to do and only so many hours.

Many hours later (Teller Morrow)

Wendy had been rescued and left twenty minutes ago in a huff, muttering to herself about fuck knows what. The last of the Sons from the lock down had hit the road and she was currently restocking the bar and her husband and father talked behind her. Something about new ink for Juan. Tara and Jax had yet to come down and that worried her. Turning to grab another bottle of turkey she sees Jax and the look on his face makes her pause. He speaks to Nero and Chibs for a moment before locking eyes with her. He shakes his head, she nods and gets back to stocking the bar as her father speaks to Jax. She feels someone at her side a moment late. She knows its jax from the scent of Marlboro and that damned hair gel he used that was a little too spicy for her nose. Once the shelf is stocked full she turns to him, he is leaned next to her and watching everyone. "You know I believed you earlier today." She arches a brow and chuckles "I said a lot of shit i meant earlier today. Refresh my memory brother."

She leans her upper body down on to the bartop. He stands next to her and copies her, their arms touching as he stares at the movement around them. "When you said you were with me. I know you are Joy. I don't doubt you on any front. I just…" She wants to look at him, but she knows it won't help. Bless these tough men they didn't understand how to communicate without showing fierce emotion. "I just don't know how to work this all out without Opie. I could say any idea or do any dumb thing and he would be there to help me realize why it was dumb in a way that would get through to my thick skull. And now that he is gone. Im worried about the gavel joy…." It took her a moment to understand what the last part meant. Then she remembers in church with Jax, Bobby and herself. The Gavel corrupts. Saying a mental fuck it to pretending this wasnt a serious conversation she turns to Jax, even as he refuses to do the same she speaks direct at him.

"The gavel will change you Jax. It's a hard and heavy weight that can crush a weaker man or woman. And you werent ready at all and didnt fucking want it. But jax the way you're doing this. Getting it spread out among the other groups so everyone can get some food in their mouth. It's amazing Jax. Be proud of that." He nods, having enough of him not looking at her she moves around the bar to stand before him, grabbing his face between her hands to stop him from moving. Hazel meets blue as she makes sure he understands her "And trust that I will keep one of my last promises to Opie. Too keep you grounded, to be a solid wall to slam against when you cant fucking stop yourself. Always know that i have no issues stopping you." She gives him a grin "Even if i have to break a few bones. You'll live to redeem yourself in my eyes." he gives her a very weak grin and pulls her hands from his face. Grabbing the back of her head he pulls her in to kiss her forehead. "I'm sorry in advance for breaking your heart sonshine." She remembers what she said to Tig and Chibs. "But you all wouldn't be mine if you made it easy to love you." He nods, looking past her she turns to see Chibs with a phone in his hand. "Heres Tig Jackie." Jax grabs the phone from him and heads towards the doors to church. She sighs as Bobby goes to stop him, she leans back against the bar as Bobby calls to him when he refuses. "Jax we gotta talk this shit out." The way Jax halts his steps set her on edge. And the face that turns to greet bobby isn't Jax. It's their new president, a man she is only just beginning to learn was a whole other man all together. "I said no." He closes in on bobby and she shakes off chibs as he goes to stop her. She wasn't letting shit slide anymore, she was done running. As she closes in on them she hears Jax loud and clear "Im sure the right thing will settle in. But right now if i'm alone with you VP i'll tear your goddamn head off." Getting next to them she places a hand on Jax's arm holding the phone. Keeping her eyes on Bobby who is currently watching her with dark narrowed eyes "Go talk to Tiggy jax. I got this." She felt Jax's arm tense under her hand but didn't ask why. It wasn't the time. She makes sure the door is closed behind her firmly before she speaks to the older son before her.

"Did you honestly fucking think he would want to talk? Not hours after your screwball set a shit ton of butt ugly on our heads?" The man just stares hard at her, refusing to reply. "You are obviously not thinking through shit bobby. You want this club to be better, I get that but the way you did it. Behind his back out the gate fucked up any possible trust in you as his VP." She expects him to see reason, if not the main reason Jax is angry. The new prez had fought his way through the lies of his family, the people meant to never wish you harm, found a plot to kill the mother of his children and also the possibility that his father was also murdered. By the same man. He had hoped to find a new family, build from us a family that wouldn't l harm him. That would support and the first act of his new VP is a plan behind his back. Another scheme. It was the act and the person it saved that was the hardest part to swallow for Jax. She got that, maybe Bobby just couldn't. He steps into her space, his voice the angriest she heard directed at her before. "Don't presume to tell me what I should do, Joy. At the end of the day you gave this patch up willingly to me. So stand down."

Pressing her pink nailed hands to his chest she shoves him back hard, he didn't expect it and falls back into the pool table. Her husband and Chibs make their way over as she speaks directly to Bobby. "Don't speak to me like a goddamn child Elvis. I gave that patch to a man I thought would do right by not just the club but the man who stayed to keep us all out of jail at not just his expense but his wife and children's as well. Man the fuck up and speak your fucking mind next time you have opinions. Don't pull that shit again Bobby or I swear to god I'll take you back to the table for my god damn patch back and to save trouble I'll tear it from your cut while it's still on you!" Her husband, having heard enough, wraps his large arms around her middle, locking her once waving arms to her side. She wasn't done though. "Because I'll be damned If you hurt him or this club again." She lets her husband drag her out, the cold air makes her overheated skin break out into goosebumps. She stands next to her father's ink station in the garage. Juans hands rub her upper arms as she watches her father pull on his black gloves, her body slowly losing its tension as the machine comes alive and the buzz is a soothing note in the air. She sees two guns and arches a brow, looking at her father again she sees him holding a pair of gloves out to her and she smiles. She had learned to do tattoos by watching her dad do them. Her first tattoo she did on a body was on her father. Around his collar bone area there was a phrase "I live, I die, I kill for my family." The letters were blocky and some funny looking but he let her do it without thought and she loved him more for it then he would ever know.

Pulling the pink velvet scrunch from her wrist she holds it behind her to her husband as she grabs the other low roller chair next to her dad. Pulling on a pair of gloves like her dad he points out things and asks her to name it just to make sure her knowledge on the subject hadn't slipped. Once she proved herself to her father he goes back to setting up the ink cups. Everyone looks up as the garage office door opens, she hadn't realized the guys had trickled in during the pop quiz her father gave her. The garage was filled with sons. All eyes on Clay as he makes his way to the chair between her father and herself. When he plops down he glances at her, looking down at the black kabar on her thigh before locking eyes with her again. With a roll of her eyes she slides the kabar from its sheath and flips it mid air, grabbing the blade loosely she hands it to Clay and watches as he slides the strap of his black tank, revealing the reaper on his shoulder blade, he stabs her blade roughly into the wooden table top and she arches a brow but says nothing. No one spoke as she and her father went about roughly blocking out the reapers on the older man's skin. Blood and black ink leak onto the black gloves on her hands, making the once matte latex glint in the light. Once her part in all this is done she put the gun down, her body felt as if it had been drained, any rage or possible sympathy she felt for the man before her was gone. Seeing the once proud man reduced to a black ink splattered shell soothed a lot of the pain she carried around recently. Pulling the gloves from her hands she stands, walking over to her father she kisses the top of his tattooed skull, locking eyes with Bobby she stands to her full height. Now that the rage wasn't pounding in her ears like a heartbeat she could see the conflict and lost look in Bobby's face. She walks over, knowing her husband wasn't far behind she kisses the older man's bearded cheek and walks away. As good a sorry as she could give knowing that everything she said had truth to it. She had a sinking feeling that another change was coming. How big would that change be? Only time would tell.

Next morning (Joy Pov)

Warmth, that's the first thing she feels as she wakes, and when she finally reaches full consciousness she realizes why. Looking to her side she sees Juans pillow is missing its namesake. But looking down she sees a lump where her stomach is, it makes her grin. For a moment she looked pregnant until the lump moved and she pulled the covers up slightly and could not help but feel her heart melt a little. Her husband's head was resting below her breast, his arms curled under her back as he clutched her in a tight but comfortable grip. Watching him sleep she takes in the beauty of him, his soft skin being revealed bit by bit as she pushes the covers off of them. Making her husband curl into her more to steal more of her warmth. She brushes her fingers along the tattoo on the left side of his scalp, she knows he is slowly waking because he is nuzzling his face into her stomach. A poem comes to mind and when he looks up at her with sleepy, heavy lidded eyes, a small smile is his gift to her. She smiles as the words spill from her lips. "You're next to me and I'm half asleep, wondering what I did to deserve this moment - to deserve you. And while you're here, breathing easily. All I can think about is what I can do tomorrow to be better for you then I was today."

He gifts her with open mouth kisses along her belly button and hips over her boy shorts, his hands having pushed her sleep shirt up to her chest to get access to more bed warm skin. "Fuck i love when you do shit like that." She giggles as he speaks into her skin, his hands sliding under her lower back, forcing her to arch and her legs to fall open more as his kisses move upward. His hands shove her shirt over her head. Tossing it off the side of the bed he hovers over her as she tries to get her hair out of her face. Looking up at him she sees his once sleepy eyes are watching her. The smile on his face is blissful and only for her. Reaching her hands up she holds his face between them, the way he leans into the gentle touch pulls at her heart. Her beautiful strong husband was such a gentle man, she hoped this life wouldn't rob him of that. She would give up her humanity to protect him if she had too, as long as he was always going to be here, like this. His lips on her forehead wash away her dark thoughts like rain water.

Her eyes, which she hadn't realized had closed to prevent him seeing the pain in them blink open, seeing him watching her. "Welcome back." She cant help but sigh, which quickly turns into a gasp as he rolls them, his strong grip on her hips keep her from toppling over as he now lays with her straddling his lean hips. The way he folds his hands behind his head and smirks up at her makes her bite her lip and her cheeks flushes as his eyes take in her bare chest, even after living with and being with him he still made her body heat with a look. Moving her hair over one shoulder she lays her chest flat against her husband's, her head under his chin. His hands are now combing over her head and curling her hair around his fingers. For a moment they are still except for his fingers curling into her hair and her body rising and falling as he breathes deeply. She is slowly falling back asleep when the chest under hers vibrates as her husband speaks "Jax is up to something involving clay." Curling a fist under her chin she uses her other hand to grab the discarded blanket and pulls it back over her now naked back. "What makes you think that." He isn't upset she questioned him, in fact it made him grin. "When Jax asked me to stay behind the other day after the irish he only wanted to ask me a favor. 'I need clays gun. No questions right now. I need it.” she lifts herself up enough to get more comfortable, stretching her legs out she moves to his side to rest her head on his shoulder, looking into his eyes she arches a brow. "The one currently at the shop wrapped up in a shirt." He smirks and kisses the tip of her nose. "Yes nosy shit." She snickers and smacks his chest, he laughs and rubs the sting away. "He wanted me to get it to you. I don't know why but he wants you to put it in his side saddle on his bike." She sighs, he was plotting alone again. She was getting so fucking tried of this behind closed door shit that had been going down since the cartel popped up. She can't say Jax wasn't doing good things but the way he was doing them was gonna make her go grey. "Your right. I'll see whats up but if i'm honest we won't know much until shit pops off and we all have to drag his ass out of danger." She cups her husband's cheek and pulls him in for a kiss when her phone rings from the nightstand. She growls under her breath and reaches back for it.....let the games begin

Time Jump

Once she got to the shop things had been crazy. She barely had time to do what jax asked her but she did it. And now hours later she stood beside Nero as he spoke to the shop owner "Nero they fuck up my shop, come in and take anything they want and now Dante says we have to pay triple two for protection?!' The pretty hispanic woman sighs "I mean we all know you split but what are we supposed to do now?" Nero sighs and holds up his hands “Okay. I get it, Carmella. I'm sorry I let this happen but i'm here now. I swear." He grabs her hands and holds them "We will handle Dante, Mi vida." She tosses her cig to the street as Nero walks over to them. "So what's the plan boss man." He brushes a hand down his face. "We need to cut off the goddamn head. Dante, he's running out of a rag warehouse, two blocks, at the end of Palm. Fights are in progress." She nods, Juans hands squeezing her shoulders. "Is he there now? Anyone scooping him out?" The man next to Nero shakes his head"Not sure. All of our faces are too well known around here to play double o seven" she snickers, looking over to Jax when he taps her arm as she is the main one next to him. "Ok let the white boys and slightly tan girls." She hisses at him and smacks his shoulder. "Tan!?!? I am a light sepia goddess. You redneck Tarzan." He grins but ignores her, he continues on. "let us go in, just a few fight fans. We'll see what we're dealing with."

Nero nods and she walks over to her bike, she strips off her cutte, her black lace up side high waisted jeans cover her lower stomach, but the cute pink halter crop top with the words 'brat' shows enough of her stomach to keep her cool on this hot day. bobby asks "How big is this crew?" Nero tilts his head for a second before replying "Last i knew fifteen." She is shooting off a quick text message as the man next to him shakes his head. "Nah they have been busy. More like twenty." She is pulling off her thigh and chest holster as hands her guns to her husband since her outfit wasn't loose enough to hide anything. Nero replies "If that's true with just us it's a little light." Her phone goes off and she yanks it from her back pocket with a grin. "Think again." Everyone turns to see her waving her phone with a grin "Cholo Calvary is inbound." Her husband smirks and reaches over to pat her on the ass. "That's my girl." Making the guys chuckle as she smiles brightly, her hips doing a little wiggle at the praise. Her father reaches over to yank her head close enough to kiss her temple.

Once they get to the place and on the lift of the building the sound of dog barking makes her reach out for the closest hand. Tig grips her hand back just as hard as Bobby opens the lift door. The others scatter to different corners but she and Tiggy don't release each other as they watch with Horror as the poor dogs tear each other apart. Her mind flashes to sonny. Her sweet little prince in the dog's place and seeing the raging bloodlust on the shouting mens faces makes her stomach roll. The fight is over quick and she watch a dark skin man lift the wounded white dog and walk away. She knows what happens next. Tapping tig are rapidly she whimpers "Tiggy. We can't let him." He nods and he gives her hand a reassuring squeeze and they both follow behind them man. Not realizing the others saw them. They make it to the back and her legs give out as she sees the trash cans filled with the bodies of precious dogs. All torn and slaughtered. She doesn't realize Alex has left her until she hears him say "I'll blow your goddamn head off." Her husband and father see her on the ground and rush to her. She points to the trash cans and her husband curses and helps her off the ground. Standing between her and the trash cans he holds her face in his hands "I know baby. But we can't help them now. But you saved one. Come on." She nods and lets him drag her around the corner as Tig points behind her and Juan as Jax grabs his head to make him focus "Look at this shit its so wrong." Jax nods "I know but it's not what we are here for." Walking over she grabs Tigs gun from him gently. He locks eyes with her and she nods to the beautiful dog in the kiddy pool by her feet who was licking her father's hand as he spoke softly to it. "Watch her." He nods and she walks over to the man knelt on the ground. Pressing the gun between his eyes she arches a brow "One question dickbag. Dante. Where is he?" The man points behind him "Through there. Uses the supply room as an office." She nods and hands the gun to Tig. "Piss off. And leave the dog." The man takes off as she kneels down to gently hold the dogs face in her hands. Smiling as the dog licks her cheek. "Hello love. My friend phil here is gonna carry you to your ride ok. Your not gonna fight anymore." The dog keeps licking her face and Jax taps her arm "Let's go mother pupresa. We got work to put in." She nods to phil and takes her glocks from her husband as she stands. Making her way in she sees Chibs break the lock and all hell breaks loose. Her father levels a man rushing them and she holds her guns on Dontae as Jax yells. "Put the guns down!" Dante just stares and she smirks, getting in front of him she holds one gun to his head the other to his dick. "Cough wrong. Give me a reason." He curls his lip but tells them to lower the guns she hears Jax yell and she naturally runs, smart move on her part as the room floods with Dantes crew as he yells

"I WANT THE BITCH. KILL THE OTHERS!" Making it outside she sees the gate bust open. And moves to the side as Nero and his crew take out of a few of the men following behind. The remainder of Dante's crew are quickly held down by the Mayans. She laughs and they roll through on their bikes whooping and shouting. "Fucking love you crazy bastards!" Her joy is short lived as Dante and another man run back inside and lock the door. She takes off at a full sprint as she yells over her shoulder "Dantes running. TAKE DOWN THE REST." It's quiet as nero,chibs, jax and herself move around the high stacks of boxes. All of them take different paths she is just about to turn down another way when the sound of a punch makes her take off back behind her she sees Chibs as he stabs the man who was with Dante. Using all her body weight she shoves him against one of the boxes, her fists crack against his cheek and temple. He grabs her by the hair making her shriek but the pain is short lived as he is yank off of her by Jax. She watches with glee as the man's face is shoved into a bag of nails. His screams making shudder at the agony in them, but her mind flashes back to the trash cans of dogs and she feels nothing again. They all jump into action as Nero's voice fills the warehouse "He's running!" They take off towards the sound. Shs stares at Neros back as he takes off after Dante and finally catches him at a window. She releases a short burst of laughter as Nero laughs as he pushes Dante through the window. Mother fucker was nuts. Once they all get through the window she sees a woman yanked from her van. But lucky her own dog was inside. And currently using Dante as a chew toy. Nero holds the door with his body and she leans next to him with a smirk. "That's gonna leave a mark." She leans down to watch the dog as Jax chuckles, punching her arm as she coos at the dog "Whos a good protector. You are. Good doggo." Nero heaves a sigh, his lip twitching as he tries not to laugh "We should probably let him out yeah?" Chibs smirks "That would be the good catholic thing to do." She snorts and shakes her head "I'm neither good nor Catholic so i guess he is puppy chow." All the guys around her laugh.

Back at Teller Morrow

When they got back to the club house phil, tig and herself went straight to the pool table with Dr.Chibs. She laid on her side on top of the pool table as the dog rested next to her, she gently brushed a hand over her ears and head as Chibs worked on the animal's leg wound. Her husband's hands grip and rub her thigh as he stands behind her. He knew she was shaken seeing so many dead animals. Killer his wife may be but when it came to animals. She was so sensitive to them. Thats where her and Tig bonded alot. She reaches down to grip one of her husband's hands in Silent thanks as she coos to the dog as it whimpers. "Its ok baby. Chibs is just gonna make you all better. I know it hurts." Tig pats her arm as Jax walks over "So that was one of Nero's boys. He found the breeder who is supplying the dogs. Wants us to shut it down." She nods and sits up as Tig replies "I'll gut that bitch." She grabs her bowie knife of the coffee table "i call his balls." The guys all shifted a little at that, knowing she wasn't joking. She and Tig grab their weapons of choice on the table and head for the door. Just as Chibs speaks "Lets go." Jaxs stops him "I'm gonna take Tig and Joy." Chibs shakes his head "Notta chance. You don't know what your walkin into." Jax stands firm and soon enough they are pulling. Up to a warehouse. She and tig strip off their helmets and walk ahead of Jax just as she hears a gun be cocked.

She reaches for her own but Jax's voice stops her making her turn to see the one thing she never wanted to see. One gun trained on her, another on Tig....and Jax holding both. Her face pales as Tig tries to move towards Jax and Jaxs hisses at him "Dont fucking move. Either of you." Her hands shake as she holds them up. He locks eyes with hers and nods "All weapons down. And kick yours away Joy your aim is too good to trust." She and Tig follow instructions. She keeps quiet as Tigs breathing picks up and he finally yells "What is going on Jax!?" She hears the approach of a car and her eyes narrows at the unmistakable Rolls Royce kicking up dirt and it all clicks into place. How they got out, how tig made it out with them. Jax was gonna go in but Opie some how did it first......Tig was always the chip. Because of what happened with clay. Forcing Tig to take action and kill Pope daughter. To do what he thought was right. Once again Clays lies were catching up to them.

Her rage is violent as she yanks Tig back behind her and Snarls at Jax "I'll kill you if they touch him. Ill fucking kill you all." Tigs arm wraps around her shoulder as she shakes, Gripping his arm she eyes the men getting out of the car as Tig groans. "Jax no. Come on man." Jax shakes his head "I'm sorry." She seethes "No. But you will be." Pope snaps and two men appear next to them. She and Tig are ripped apart and she shrieks, she is held back as the other man searches Tig. She is then searched herself before being tossed back at Tig. She wraps her arms around his middle. Gripping onto the man for dear life, her body shakes as Tig combs a hand over her head. Trying to calm her in a moment when she should be comforting him "Your really gonna give me to him Jax? After what he did to my Daughter. Its could have been Able, fuck it could have been sonshine here if hap had done it you bastard!" Jax yells at Pope to shut tig up and she crumbles to the ground with Tig his kidney is hit from the back. Using her legs she kicks out at the man who hurt Tig "Leave us alone you Bastard i swear to god ill bathe in your entrails for this." She is dragged away from Tig by her legs, she lands a kick and crawls back to him sobbing. He holds her on the ground with him as Jax speaks to Marks. He rocks her "Don't cry kid. Please kid don't cry." She grips a hand into his cutte. Whimpering when she and Tig are both pulled up from the ground. "Tie him up on the garage." She shrieks as he is being pulled away but Jaxs stops him "I want the Cutte." She growls and jerks in the arms holding her back. "Have you not taken enough from him Jackson for Christ Sake!?" The man approaches Tig and she struggles more "Please." The men stop, staring at the shaking and sobbing woman, for once looking her young age and her Golden eyes lock with Pope. "Let me take it off him. I'm all he has left." She was surprised when pope nods. Walking over on shaking legs she looks at the two men on either side of Alex. He reaches up and holds her face in his hands. Giving her forehead a hard kiss he whispers. "i love you kid. Best friend i ever had." She whimpers and slides the Cutte from his shoulders. He is instantly jerked away from her and into the warehouse. Her legs give out and someone catches her, apart of her knows it's Jax and she wants to struggle but she can't. Crushed under the weight of losing another brother all she can do is sob "Alex......Tiggy." Jax buries his head into the side of her hair and she hears him talking. She tries to stop sobbing and shaking to hear him "Trust me. Its hard but trust me ill fix it i promise." She pushes him away and stands. Clutching tigs cutte to her chest she watches Jax with narrow and tear swollen eyes as he walks over to his saddle bag and something clicks. Clays gun. As tumblers fall into place she watches Jaxs in slow motion as he paints the side of Popes car red with brain matter. Seeing him race into the warehouse she uses the hand not clutching the cutte to grab a silenced glock and runs after him. Seeing him take out one of Pope men she kills the other. Tig, who was thankfully alive, rams Pope as he tries to shoot them. Falling his gun lands at her feet, holding her gun on him she grins wildly "Do it. I dare you." He jerks and Jax appears at her side to grab the gun on the floor. She watches Jax as he hands Clays gun to Tig. Pope growls at Jax "You redneck bitch. Do you have any idea what will happen to who ever kills me?" A small smile ticks up Jaxs lip "Im counting on it."

She moves away as Tig blows Pope brains out the back of his skull. Walking over to Alex she wraps her arms around him. His arm not holding the gun grips her cutte. Hearing movement next to her she lifts her head, her gun held between Jaxs forth and fifth rib. "Give me one reason not to kill you prez. One." He holds his hands up "I couldn't tell either of you. He would have picked up on it if Tig was off or if joy wasnt like she was. You know that." She did but the Image of Jaxs holding a gun on her still made her gun hand shake "He could have shot him right away Jax. Then what!?" Jax nods "But he didnt. I know that's not the best thing to say but he didnt and the plan worked. Im so fucking sorry to do that but i had to be done. We would never be free. Tig wouldn't get closure." Logic, sense, it was shooty but planned out. Pope dies at the hands of a man she and Jax want dead more than anything. And with Pope being an OG the bounty would be set and Clay would be dead before his hearing. Releasing Tig she lets him hug Jax, their eyes locked over the man's shoulder. Today something changed. Today she saw how far Jax was willing to go on his own. And she didn't know how to feel about it

The club house

Sitting across from her husband in their old room he stares in wild eyed shock as she nods, her wet hair dripping onto the sheets. She had felt so dirty when they got back that she had passed everyone and went upstairs to shower. Now dressed in some cotton shorts and a hoodie she lights up a blunt, inhaling deeply. She told him everything, her father would be next but she needed Juan right now. "Jesus baby. I didn't know he was going to…..i.....i never would have let you go with him alone if i knew." She lets him yank her onto his lap, her legs thrown over the side as She held out the blunt for him, he tilts his head and lets her hold it for him as he inhales. His hands to busy rubbing and gripping her legs, sides, her face as he tries to calm himself. Holding his inhale he replies "I love you baby. Im so fucking sorry you had to live that. Fuck i could strangle him. Was Opie not enough?" She exhales the smoke along with him. Filling the room with the smell of gas and apple wrapping paper "Apart of me knows he was right. Pope would sniff out a fake performance for a mile. But i feel so hollowed out. I know tig is alive, i know Jax didn't really betray either of us but i still feel it." She waves a hand "Maybe it's that i feel used by him. And that alone makes me feel dirty." He nods and presses his lips to her forehead. Taking the blunt from her he takes another hit. "And your allowed to feel how ever the fuck you please. Jax knew what might happen if he did this. Trust and loyalty only go so far until the broken pieces just don't fit right anymore. So your going to heal from this. And i'll be right here if Jax has anything to say i'll handle him." She cant help but grin watching her husband blow smoke off to the side, his jaw tight and sharp she cant help but draw her tongue along its shape making him look at her with wide eyes. "You have no idea how hot you look when your angry daddy." he chuckles and shakes his head, taking in her low lids and dopey smile. "And you're cute when you're a high and horny baby." She snorts as his hands and rests her head on his shoulder as he takes the last deep hit from the blunt before tossing the roach into the ash tray to break down later. She uses her hand to turn his head as he gets ready to blow the smoke out. He smirks and fists a hand into her hair, his other hand palms her bare breast over the hoodie as he blows the smoke into her mouth.

*She couldn't hold it as she moans, her skin was sensitive and her mind was only focused on his hands. She scrambles out of his lap and crawls up the bed, but she doesn't get far as quickly grabs her ankle and yanks her back with a chuckle. "Where do you think your going?" She takes her bottom lip between her teeth as she tries not to smile. He yanks his shirt over his head and crawls over her, her fingertips ghost up his sides as he claims her mouth. She could taste the weed on his tongue, and that ever present mint. She groans as his lips leave hers but she arches as he pushes the hoodie up to expose her bare chest to his eyes. Leaning down his tongue circles one nipple before blowing on it, making her still shower warm skin break out into goosebumps. He presses his face into her sternum and drags his tongue along the anarchy A that rests there as his hand slides down onto her shorts, she feels his grin when he finds no panties in his way. She is hot and slick as he slides two thick fingers inside. "Yes touch me!"

He lays on his side, his arm propping his head up as he watches her writhe and moan as his pace picks up. Pressing his nose against her temple his lips brush her ears as he speaks lowly. "Do you have any idea how sexy you look like this?" She shakes her head, her eyes wide and glazed as she stares up at the ceiling, one hand rolling her own nipple, the other gripping his forearm, the feel of his muscles moving under his skin as his fingers fuck into her driving her higher. "Legs spread wide for me. Wet little pussy gripping my fingers like you never want me to stop." She shuddered and groans "I don't want you to stop. Please daddy. Fuck me?" He smirks and removes his fingers much to her dismay. As she turns to pout her mouth falls open as she watches him suck his cum covered fingers into his mouth. She quickly strips off her shorts and reaches for his pants and belt. He chuckles at her enthusiasm and she swats his stomach making him curl up and laugh harder. She giggles and stops trying to strip him. "Your such a dork Juan." He nods and reaches down to quickly undo his own pants, sitting up he leans his back against the headboard and shoves his pants down enough to free himself and yanks her onto his lap. Holding his cock steady he lets her slide down onto it, watching her face as her eyes fall closed at the stretch. Her hands gripping his neck and shoulders as she grinds down onto him. "Jesus you feel so good."

His hands slide up the sides of her smooth thighs to her waist, the hoodie pulls up with his hands until her lower half is exposed, her rocking hips in full view, using his hands he slowly starts to set the pace. His eyes taking in the image she made. Sun streaming through the window made her bronze skin glow, her wet curls bounced as she rode him. Lips red and kiss swollen from his lips. One of his hands leaves her waist to grab her jaw making her blink her eyes open.. "Open your eyes baby. I want to see them as you cum." Her brow is drawn and she can't control the sounds falling from her mouth, but she nods. Her hands claw at his shoulders and he gives in, needing to hold her closer, his arms wrap around her yanking her to fall into his chest. She places her hands on the wall next to his shoulders and starts to quake over him. Her lips trimble and he releases her hips and grabs her face in his hands. "Your close aren't you baby." She nods, a whine falling from her lips. She watches him watch her as she rides him as hard as she can. Her body was so close but she couldn't reach it. "Juan.....can't."

He grins and moves a hand down between them, his thumb strokes her clit and she shudders with a cry. "Come on baby. Want that pretty pussy to come. Come Joy." She groans and her bodie tenses, her thighs quivering against his hips as she arches. His thumb keeps up its circling. Making her jerk and dig her nails into his shoulder, with a growl he jerks up into her hard. Forcing a breathless cry from her.

"Do that again I'm gonna get you pregnant." He says it through clenched teeth and closed eyes but the way her fingers freeze for a second before digging harder. His head jerks up and he stares at joy. Her eyes were glazed and her lip was between her teeth as she slowly rolled her hips down onto him. Her body jerked every once in a while as his thumb pressed down hard. He watches her for a second and he smirks. "You want my baby inside you Joy?" She nods and he growls, his hands hold her waist as he pushes her back. Keeping himself inside her as he gets her on her back. His forearms hold her legs back as he pounds into her, her head is tossed back as she screams. The thought of pumping her full, watching her stomach grow. Fuck he was close. Looking down at her he he groans "Look at me." She whimpers and forces her eyes open. The hazel eyes staring up at him look so gold in the light from the sun outside and he pants. "I want my baby to have your eyes."

Her back arches violently off the bed as her whole body quakes under him, a flood of her juices soak his cock and her grip is so tight he can't hold off as it milks him. Shooting inside her he groans, laying on his side he rolls her to join him.* His lips brush her forehead as they both pant, he watches the light slowly fade from the room. His mind clear and his body lax he barely hears his wife as she whispers. "I want them to have yours Juan." He grins, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "Guess we are spending the night. Good thing Tig got Sunny from the house. He will be good for Tigs dog i think." She nods, looking down at her body and his she giggles at his boot clad feet on the pillow. "No shoes in bed you street rat." He chuckles and slowly pulls away from her, his limp cock sliding from her making her hiss and narrow her eyes at him. "Don't give me that look. No shoes in bed." She rolls her eyes and reaches over the side of the bed to get her discarded shorts. Pulling them on she shoots a text to Tig to feed Sonny for her and plugs up her phone to charge.

Curling up she drifts until Juan returns and from the smell of his skin he showered, but she doesn't have much time to think more on it as she finally slips under. She jerks what she feels isn't a moment later but when she opens her eyes she sees nothing. Pitch black and the sound of Juans snoring and her phone going off. With a groan she grabs it and rolls onto her back. "Hello?" She sits up straight at the voice on the other line, making Juans arm draped across her stomach fall off. Waking him with a grunt as he looks around. "We have a problem Joy." She feels a cold feeling settle in the pit of her stomach as she replies "Jax what's wrong?"

Jax's House

Their bikes couldn't move fast enough, she barely puts down the kick stand before running towards the house, she stops short as she hears her name being yelled. Looking over she sees Tara and she races for her, her eyes stinging as Tara looks up at her with bright wet eyes. "What do you need me to do." Tara looks past her for a moment, she was worried she might have gone into shock but when Tara looks back at her she is all there. Her lips move and Joy focuses on them to read her lips and her face hardens as she gets what she says "Protect them from her." She nods and brings her fingers to her lips to press a kiss to them before smacking them on the window and walking towards the house shouldering past officer's as she went, hearing Teddy stop them from grabbing her. She pats his arm as she passes into the house. Finding Jax sitting at the kitchen table, Able rushes to her side and she lifts him up and sits him on her hip as he presses his wet face against her soft hoodie. Juan presses a kiss to the side of Ables head before going to get Thomas who was crying in the back room.

She bounces on her feet to rock Able, the hand not holding the child up is rested on Jax's shoulder as he holds his head in his hands. "She gave me papers...naming You and Juan guardians of our kids, if something happens. I signed them as they knocked to come get her. What are we going to do Joy?" She sighs, resting her cheeks against the child's cheek. "What you are going to do is leave this to Lowen. This is her area, do what the fuck she and Tara ask of you. Tara isnt stupid, she knew what this life meant when she stayed Jax. All you can do is stand by her like me and her did for you and Juan while she is inside. Stay the course, and get the fuck out of Charming the second you can. You hear me?" He nods, his hand reaches up to grip hers. If he had looked up he would have noticed her eyes weren't on him, but the door. Locked in the gaze of another woman. Gemma glares at her and she stands her ground, she wasn't scared of Gemma. But Gemma should be scared of what she has just done, because karma is a bitch. And she was its Messenger. Gemma would answer for this if it was the last thing Joy did.

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That’s this new chapter. Im working on the next one as we speak. again thank you all for hanging with me.

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walkerismychoice · 5 years

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Stripped Bare - Chapter 9 (Bryce X MC AU)

Book: Open Heart

Pairing: Bryce X MC (Charlie Hawkins)

Summary: Another day of pre-wedding activities means another day of Katelyn being awful while Bryce and Charlie do their best to pretend they are still pretending.

Rating: PG-13

Word Count: 2060

Tuesday

Charlie is jolted out of an unremarkable dream by the sound of her phone alarm. She shuts it off and sits up in bed and looks to her left remembering that Bryce had slept there, but his side of the bed is empty. Before she can postulate where he may be, he comes walking out of the bathroom in only a towel hanging dangerously low on his hips.

“Oh, good morning.” Bryce greets her with his typical wide grin. “Your alarm was going off for awhile, so I was coming to make sure you were up.”

She tries not to stare, or at least not to make it obvious, but she can’t help but trail her eyes down his greek god-like physique. It’s not like it’s the first time she’s seen at least this much of him. In fact, he seems to prefer to be half naked most of the time, but she can’t help turning into a flustered mess every time she sees his bare chest.

“Oh, uh, I’m up!” Charlie quickly jumps out of bed but manages to get her foot caught in the sheets, tumbling to the floor and landing on her back with her head right at Bryce’s feet.

“Woah, Charlie, are you okay?” Bryce reaches down to help her up.

Charlie pushes her hair out of her face. “Physically, yes.” Emotionally she’s a mess.

Bryce smirks. “Like I said before, you can see what’s under this towel if you want. No need to resort to death-defying stunts.”

“Oh my god, that’s not what I was doing.” Charlie buries her face in her hands. “I just tripped.”

“You are a walking disaster, aren’t you? I see see why you aren’t going into surgery,” Bryce teases.

Sure she’s naturally a bit clumsy, but being around Bryce seems to magnify it ten-fold. “Anyway...why were you up so early?”

“I wanted to get a run in before Katelyn monopolizes the rest of our day...Plus it was hard to sleep with you snoring so loud.”

“I do not snore!” Charlie protests.

Bryce chuckles. “I’m just joking. I slept great, actually. I really appreciate you letting me share the bed. Thank you.”

Bryce holds her gaze sincerely, and she’s too caught up to remember to look away or speak for a few seconds too long. “Yeah, no problem. I’m just going to get in the shower now,” she mumbles, brushing past him in a hurry.

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They arrive at the Yoga studio with at 8:59 with one minute to spare. Katelyn has her hands on her hips, looking annoyed but she can’t say much, since they are there and ready to go.

“Welcome,” the male instructor greets them. “My name is Adnan and I will be leading the class today. Please find any empty mat and we’ll get started.

Bryce and Charlie find two empty mats near the back. Bryce sets his water bottle down, immediately stripping his t-shirt off, and Charlie raises an eyebrow at him. “What? I don’t want the shirt flopping in my face when I’m bending over doing poses. Lot’s of men do yoga shirtless.”

“Uh-huh, sure. Or it’s just another excuse to show off your abs.”

“Do you blame him?” Landry’s sister-in-law Stephanie chimes in. “You could grate cheese on those things.”

“Honey!” Vance swats at her shoulder.

“What? I’m just stating the facts. It was all the other girls were talking about after tennis, and now that I see for myself, I totally agree.”

“Yes they are quite nice.” Charlie steps closer to Bryce and puts her arm around him. The other women can ogle him, but she’s the only one who gets to touch him. It would be weird if she didn’t every once in a while, right? “I can hardly keep my hands off of them. She lightly rakes her fingertips over his taut muscles, just barely noticing as shiver runs through him.

“Just like I can’t keep my hands of her...” Bryce slides his hand down the small of her back and she grabs his wrist before he goes any lower.

“Okay, babe, lets not hold up class.” Charlie moves away to her mat just as the instructor starts talking, and she’s very thankful for the distraction.

The instructor starts class with a traditional chant and a breathing exercise before moving into the couples’ poses.

“Alright everyone. Please join your partner on their mat.” Adnan instructs. “Sit facing one another, legs folding and knees touching.”

Bob starts to get up, but Kyra holds her hand up to stop him. “Bob and I aren’t really a couple, so we’re good on our own.”

Adnan nods. “You may follow along and I can help with modifications to do the moves solo. You may just sit with palms up on your knees and focus on your breathing for this one. Partners, place your hands on each others knees and look deeply into each other’s eyes. Focus on really seeing one another as your breaths become synced.”

This is supposed to be calming, but Charlie still has trouble looking Bryce directly in the eyes, and her heart starts to flutter as she resists the urge to look away. Bryce gives her knee a reassuring squeeze as he smiles warmly, and her nerves start to dissipate. With nothing to do but study his face, she can’t get over how beautiful he truly is, and there seems to be an affection in his eyes that would be hard to fake. Maybe he’s just that good at it or maybe-”

“Psst, Charlie!” She’s jolted from her thoughts by Kyra jabbing her in the side. “We’re moving on now.”

Adnan Chuckles from the front of the room. “It’s always nice to see a couple so attuned to one another they fail to remember the world outside of them exists.”

“Oh,” Charlie clears her throat and hopes her burning cheeks don’t give away her embarrassment. “Sorry.”

Adnan guides them through a series of partner poses and stretches facing forward and then has them do some back to back. It takes a bit to get used to having Bryce’s hands and body on her at all times, but after while, she almost forgets it’s not something that happens all the time.

When it comes time for the back to back chair pose, most of the couples drop to the floor after the suggested three to five breaths, but Bryce encourages Charlie to stay up. Then when she sees that Landry and Katelyn are still up, she knows why. Her legs are burning, but if Bryce wants to make this another competition, she’s all for it. She’ll hang on as long as she can if it will piss Katelyn off. Just when Charlie’s about to give up, Katelyn and Landry topple to the floor. Bryce and Charlie stay up a few more seconds for good measure before lowering themselves to the ground.

"Wow, Hawkins. You have thighs of steel." Bryce squeezes just above her knee. "Good to know."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Shh!" Bryce brings a finger to his lips and smirks. "The instructor is talking."

Charlie hardly has time to think about what Bryce might be insinuating before Adnan is giving details of the next move.

"Now this next one takes a bit of strength and balance. You'll want the stronger partner to lie on their back on the mat."

"You better get on the floor Katelyn," Bob quips, Landry glaring at him as snickering can be heard around the room.

"Yes, male or female, doesn't matter who the stronger party is," Adnan replies diplomatically. "Now you may have done some version of this as child, but in Yoga we call it the flying warrior. This pose fosters trust and communication between partners as you must work together to keep your partner balanced on your feet. You can start holding hands, but if the top partner has good core strength and is feeling brave, you can let go and fly free. And obviously this is one to skip if you are pregnant," he turns to look at Stephanie.

Bryce assumes his position on the floor and sticks his feet up in the air. ”You ready?

“I’m not so sure about this,” Charlie admits. “What if I fall on my face?”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you fall...hard.”

“That’s very reassuring, Bryce,” Charlie deadpans.

“Come on. I got you.” He holds his hands out, waiting for her grasp.

She’s still afraid of falling on her face and making a fool of herself, but it’s hard to say no to Bryce. She leans into his feet and laces her fingers with his.

“On three. One, two three,” Bryce counts and Charlie lifts of with a slight screech as he poises her in the air. His Legs are rock-steady as he effortlessly holds her up. “There you go. You got it,” he beams at her. “How about you let go now.”

Even though it sounds like a terrible idea, she feels completely balanced and is now confident in her abilities. She drops Bryce’s hands and spreads her arms wide, trying not to giggle as she braces her core. She was probably six years old he last time she did this and felt this carefree.

“Look at you. You trust me Charlie, right?” Bryce questions.

“Umm, usually people ask that when there’s a reason not to, but at this point, why not?” She couldn’t imagine it being any crazier than anything else she’s done lately.

“Good.” Without further warning, Bryce pushes up with his legs, using one foot to flip her into a barrel roll. She yelps as she comes down and braces for impact, but it’s not needed because Bryce catches her in his strong arms, his body absorbing the rest of the force.

Charlie plants her hands on either side of his head, holding her face just inches from him. “What compelled you to do that?”

“All part of my plan to get you into my arms...and it worked.” Bryce gives Charlie a wink, another mixed signal. Does that mean he’s just joking? But the way he’s looking her seems anything but insincere. He fixes his dark eyes on her, and sweeps a strand of hair out of her face, parting his mouth ever so slightly. She leans in closer, feeling his breath on her lips.

“Ugh, can’t you two wait until you get back to the room for that?” Katelyn huffs disrupting a moment Charlie may not ever be brave enough to get back to again.

“Oh, come on Katelyn.” Kyra rolls her eyes.

“Okay class,” Adnan tries to restore order. “It’s now time for our cool-down exercises, and it seems some of us could really use to cool down after that.” He laughs at his own joke.

The hour-long class finishes up and Adnan stops Bryce and Charlie before they walk out the door. “You two worked together beautifully today. I can sense you have a deep, spiritual connection. When you come back here for your own wedding, I would love to host a class for you as well.”

“Oh! We’re not getting married-”

“Yet.” Bryce chimes in. “But if and when we do, we’ll definitely set something up.”

Charlie waits until they are well out of the studio and away from the others to say anything more. "That instructor was...something."

Bryce shrugs. "I thought he was pretty good."

"No, he was. It's just, what he said about us is pretty crazy. I guess we're both pretty good at faking it." So good Charlie can’t help but believe it herself.

Charlie thinks she hears Bryce let out a hint of a sigh. "Yeah, maybe I should go into acting instead.”

“I bet you’d be good at that. I mean, you’d be the first to tell anyone you’ve already got the movie star good looks going for you.” She expects her joke to make him laugh, but his expression remains unreadable.

“I was just kidding. Charlie, I...” Bryce pauses. “Nevermind, we better catch up to the group before we give Katelyn another reason to chastise you.”

“What was that?” Charlie mutters to herself as Bryce jogs to catch up to the others. She shrugs it off and sprints forward, assuming she’s just overanalyzing like usual. She’s got no time to worry about that now, for forced wedding prep manual labor awaits.

#playchoices fanfic #open heart #bryce x mc #bryce lahela #Stripped Bare #my fic

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gg-astrology · 5 years

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hey, i wanted to ask how can we comfort the signs? like idk which planets we need to look at (moon, sun or the others?) but could you maybe do a brief description on how to make them feel better?

Hey there! ❤️💕 What a great ask! ❤️💕

The Twelve Signs + Comforting? ⬇️

On the topic of Comforting Someone

Premise

I’d say probably to be genuine and open to helping in your own way/what you can first of all, I know sometimes people just need to see others accept them and their feelings in the moment.

Learning how different people operate and what they’re comfortable with comes with trail and error sometimes (and I’m probably not an expert on this yet) – but learning how to take on a supporting role or express what you can (able to take criticism and know that this isn’t about you, but how you could make it better/what you can learn from it) can help not just them but you a lot as well.

So just so that’s clear, this is a learn-able skill that we can learn and get better on. Trail and error happens, accept apologize and use it to be better (taking it personally as your own expression being criticized makes this about you and not them, the person who actually needs supporting/comforting). You’ll know when someone is victimizing themselves or manipulating the narrative, I’m saying the above for people who wants to get out of that habit (self-realization and cutting off toxic behaviors) as well. Be genuine, be yourself. But also be open to learning and change and seeking different ways we can learn to not feel so helpless/stiff comforting those around us.

Anyways now that that’s out of the way – people are self-sufficient to an extent, if someone needs time away to go do something you can just prepare for their comeback and provide supplementary support then instead. If someone comes back with unhealthy prejudice/mentality, this is where the supplementary support comes in. You’re essentially checking in on them and helping them help themselves be a better/healthier them. But it’s not your role to take on their problem/stressors, you’re there to help them be a better them. I hope this resonates with people out there who needs to hear this ❤️💕

Considering I was going to say looking at their overall placements would help, again you don’t have to take on the role of handling the responsibility for them so don’t feel like you ‘oh libra mars so this would help, oh cancer moon so this would help’ – don’t stretch yourself trying to do everything, they are self-sufficient. You’re there for support and to help witness their growth themselves.

Because it’s everything that’s going on, people are multi-faceted. There’s no one right or wrong way to comfort someone, they can adapt and grow and take on multiple expressions of others to help themselves as well.

That’s why being genuine is important, you’re only you and you’re trying to help them as much as you can. I think for this answer, learning about the person helps a lot more because you also need to see where your expression/you fit into that person as well.

Anyways, that’s a long ramble incase anyone needed it. I get what you’re asking though, I’m just thinking of all the ways this answer could go.

Like say you a Capricorn, I could say recognizing their strength and paying attention to them (genuinely, not overly stressed but sincerely) would help. And it would. But also this Capricorn has a Virgo Moon/MC, sometimes they can stubbornly deflect any compliment that comes their way when they’re in their space/feels queasy about it.

This Capricorn/Virgo could also have Cancer in 8th, they may not realize they need emotional support when they hit their lows. But a fateful meeting with a Cancer who could provide/show them genuine ‘im in your corner’ despite them not being able to do that or even consider it for others (the Capricorn/Virgo) can change the game for them (nurture). It’s in the chart (nature) – Cancer in 8th is right there (nature activated by nurture) — that impact once felt by someone being in their house (planet falling there and actually activating it) mean the Cancer’s genuinity and sense of expression ( the supporter/comforting person) helped the Capricorn and made them realize it themselves too.

So there’s different levels and complexity to this… but I get what you mean. Like it’s just good to have something to ballmark in order to ‘start’ that connection with them. It can be your younger sibling who you’re trying to y know, provide support and figure out the best way to help their nature be good foundation for their future nurture. It can be a friend who you’ve never seen broken down, suddenly needing some kind of support from you and you just want to know what/when/how to help.

I can’t answer a straight-forward answer since it depends on them, depends on you, depends on a lot of things. But I can help loosely/briefly, the bare stuff I’ve experienced myself that might be a place to start for you too? (again, I’m not an expert on this either I’m sorry ;;) ❤️💕

**again this is just my experience and this isn’t something that is completely definite for everyone so please use your own discretion about it too**

Aries - they’re not as unwilling to listen to you as you think they are. Their own vulnerabilities themselves doesn’t always come easy when it comes to expressing it out first (and unrolling the carpet there completely)

Take the lead, speak genuinely about your own experience/heart and show your vulnerabilities first if you can. They’re willing to listen and understand it if it’s you – they’d much rather be in a position where they can keep their strength and you can respect that.

So take that lead and come to them equally – this is an equal relationship and you’re taking on a role that allows them to keep a part of their strength to help you. But they are willing to learn and listen. After saying your peace, tell them what you figured out and how this connect you to them if that’s how you feel/think.

For me, I’m saying ‘this is something i want to work on, something i’ll have to get better at’ and look them in the eye and ask ‘what about you? what do you think?’ – at the end of it, I usually go ‘let’s work on it together. We can have this thing individual– both, together. Let’s work hard.’

In the case that your Aries is frustrated, needs comforting and you’re approaching them. Bring your experience forward and have that connection with them, where you are individual people who respect your difference but uplifts each other up. ‘Lets work on it together’ helps a lot. Let them have their strength, and believe in it for them without making them feel weak.

Taurus - sometimes they just want to be accepted when they frustrate over a problem themselves. Their minds and emotions can be muddled, they think they shouldn’t care but they don’t realize it’s just sitting and waiting ready for them to actually confront the problem.

Don’t confront the problem for them lmao, let them air out their steam and remember to remind them that you’re there (presence wise).

You don’t have to be equally heated about the issue as they are, you just have to be willing to listen and understand them first. Usually, help with clarifications and asking ‘well, what do you want?’ helps (not as— y know, dismissive as it sounds) clarifications or explaining your thoughts/opinions also helps. If they go ‘no that’s not possible’ then don’t press it. It’s in their mind, you can only just hold their hand and listen to them talk more. Again, expressing your clarification on the thought patiently and thoughtfully helps. If it comes down to rotating the same advice over and over again for them to finally hear it– so be it. Be their soundboard if you have the time.

You can’t help them if they’re brooding in their problems, if it’s a bad day and they’re in a Mood. Just your presence is enough, be kind and open, be yourself and understanding. Have patience when they finally lose their cool, and encourage them actually to not repress/keep things in and actually talk about it to you— because they should talk about problems, it’s not ‘nothing’ and it’s not invalid. Try to guide them in dropping bad habits/muddled up thoughts, and eventually they’ll learn and grow. They’ll appreciate your presence through their tough times as well.

Gemini - honestly, a little structure won’t hurt you. Usually you can leave them be, when they come to you they probably already has an opinion/something figured out so they just need to exchange that information around– they’re not usually asking for your opinion about it, but hear them out and pick out the part that you think is interesting/they can go further with (active listener)

You don’t actually have to participate in giving them advice but they would appreciate if you could respond back or give feedback, you don’t really have to worry about holding a conversation just as long as you come to them without a guarded heart and is just being yourself as well. Be fun, be serious, have opinions or have passion about something. They aren’t looking for you to focus or look directly at them – they’re just looking for you to be you and together you can share that together.

A Gemini distressed and needing comfort is one that probably in the midst of working it out on their own – their anxiety is making them zoom around trying to see what they can do, resources, things to figure it out. Let them and be there are supplementary support. You don’t have to offer to help them with their problems, they’re kinda self-sufficient. But what you can do is to ask them to tell you what’s up or what’s happening, generally just speaking it out loud into existence and having the space/human to hear them through tends to help them out a lot as well.

Cancer - a distressed cancer, besides reassuring them and (honestly) just apologizing before reasoning out why you’ve hurt them by being insensitive at a time they expected certain sensitivity from you. You can also hear them out, accept the part that is your flaw (your lack of sensitivity/consideration during the time and a promise to be better/prove it as well) and then get it straight with them.

A cancer who needs comforting is the one who would appreciate your support the most, and that support doesn’t have to be purely emotional. This is an opportunity to build an understanding of each other– you, understanding that emotional need is important (and therefore not invalidating the pain they feel) – as well as you being as objective as possible, explaining how you see the problem to them.

You’re a team, you’re working together. You aren’t trying to demean or devalue each other, you’re trying to progress together.

So as you have it, you gotta validate and voice out their strength while being inspired by them as well. They in turn– will show you the same kind of cordial respect, and you can help them by expressing part of your strength you want to help them grow into having as well.

Again, you aren’t growing into each other, you’re growing up together. Be their support, be the believer in them as much as they do in you. You can learn a lot from each other even when the Cancer needs comforting. Let them know they bring you strength, this isn’t about appreciation as it is about making hurtful things ease up/become more tolerable/easier to accept that it doesn’t hit so personally anymore and you can both grow to have balance in both.

Leo - sometimes, you just have to wrap them up and take the wheel for them. Leadership is knowing that you can’t hold one role (the strength) all the time. You aren’t a good leader if you can’t be part of the group being lead as well.

Sometimes the biggest help a Leo can get is coming to meet someone sure and confident in what they’re doing without being particularly aggressive/compensative about it (in this moment/context).

Showing/expressing what they’re going to do without making things so complicated and nuanced all the time.

It’s just them, this is natural and comfortable for them. No this person isn’t making exceptions for the Leo, this is for them as much as it is for the Leo and this is how they fit together so well. It’s natural, and it’s them leading this time to open the ground up for the Leo to feel comfortable being in that presence (sharing that space) too.

So in this case, this really isn’t about the Leo. But about you and how ‘you’ you are when they need to be reminded it’s okay to be ‘them’ them as well.

Rather than talk more about appreciation and attention and being there (which you probably should already if someone wants that) – this is about you proving yourself without doing so. You’re you. And thus, in the presence of you being you– they are allowed and accepted to be them them as well.

The idea is that, people are allowed to turn up– and turn down. None of these are unnatural and sometimes we get into the habit of being distinctive between these two all the time. Distressed and comfort comes from feeling the stability of those modes of ‘us’ having to adjust or adapt. Thus – opening up a space where they can feel comfortable testing the waters and getting ok with it is something that can help them out a lot.

If it’s not about opening space up for them, and this is about them. Comforting a Leo is the easiest because you can’t go wrong with giving more and more to them. There’s no such thing as moderation, just give to them. Sometimes that’s literally all it takes, whether they ask to be taken in consideration for or be taken seriously. Whether they want to play/given attention, whether it’s something else. You can’t go wrong with just listening and being okay with them. Just spend some time with them and give them your full energy, that’s all it takes. (It’s the accumulation of it that matters, literally just give in and that’s all it is)

Virgo - Surprisingly, socializing helps them out a lot more than keeping to themselves. God knows they really do just keep to themselves though, their normal mode is isolation. For anything at all, if they think they need to ‘focus’ on something just watch your Virgo go into self-isolation mode again (some are introverts but that doesn’t mean it should be made an excuse if you’re not working well as an introvert either y know – detriment habits are detriment habits, how much people/socializing you can take is up to you/depends on the person.)

But – the thing here is that, that doesn’t necessarily help them because going out of their own mind, breaking and putting yourself back together isn’t exactly effective coping mechanism just saying. They work well if they keep that very specific ‘edge’ or momentum yeah – but that’s literally stepping on a wire trying to tight-rope and going ‘I Know What I’m Doing! God! I don’t need Safety Precautions!’

So.. for Virgos. Comforting them means dragging them out and just letting them work it out on their own that they do better with people than alone. Your Virgo will use their usual sharp tongue and displeasure 100x to voice it out sometimes – but here’s the deal. Someone has to know what’s going on.

Despite them thinking they know best (or you being convinced by them – that maybe stepping back and going ‘oh ok theyre gonna be fine’ is going to be ‘okay’—but when it doesn’t work out that way, you both will just watch them crash and burn to something that could be prevented if one of you step up your game)

They usually don’t know best. Virgos know this– you don’t know best! And that’s okay!! Because that keeps you driving and hungry for more things to work on!! It’s your sense of drive and part of your essence!!! That’s your strength not your vulnerabilities!! That’s perfectly fine!! It’s just– other people need to know that you do know you don’t know best too!!

But Virgos won’t admit to it, because they don’t want to be taken advantage of and who knows what other people are going to trample over (accidentally or not) – if they themselves don’t know them best (Virgos), then who’s to say other people will have a better idea about them than say – them (Virgos)??

That’s why part of comforting a Virgo is acknowledging that they don’t know best (but not stepping over that line y know) – sometimes someone should take the wheel for them and be wiser than them because they don’t have all the answers. But like– have some senses about it y know?

Libra - Honestly unless they actually speak up about it themselves (the situation/problems) as far as they’re concerned there Isn’t a problem and if there is – they want to figure shit out on their own first. Kinda like gemini– except they may for-go social interaction in order to brood and do their own stuff (with other people).

Let them rant, or talk about it. Just listen to them because honestly, they want to figure shit out on their own but they just need to know you’ve listened, reaffirm and came up with a bit of possible solutions that you aren’t forcing onto them as well (because they probably won’t take it or will weigh it in their mind a bit more before figuring out something themselves)

The thing is they probably don’t want you to remember them for their vulnerabilities which is – y know, it’s about impressions and impact that can have on others.

Besides vulnerability being something that makes people go ‘oh god what if they remember my weak moments and use it against me’ – or just the overall dynamic/balance of the relationship y know? Like the overall picture of the relationship (over time) – what does it consist of and what can they minimize on?

If those vulnerabilities became part of the relationship as an Impact Impression of them, they’d much rather be remembered for getting through and moving past it. Which is why most of the time– Libras would divert your attention away from their actual problems/things that are new developments in them that they have to figure out first before they expose them to anyone.

It can take a while for them to open up or even accept comfort thats not just– y know, cordial niceties with appropriate distance away from each other. Usually if your dynamic and roles are tight – they know their part and you know yours. They’re well aware of your openness and experience with the problems, they’ll consult you about it. The push-pull of the dynamic is an add on, it makes it easier for the Libra to trust that partnership with someone and talk to them as well (*depending on what dynamic/partnership it is honestly).

(Also, sometimes if it’s not that serious you can just pamper them. Pampering helps. And I don’t mean that in an overdone way.)

Scorpio - I don’t know why they’re the easiest/most natural to comfort to me?? Like Scorpio comforting is literally to just take them seriously and be there for them. That’s literally it.

You– you literally don’t have to agree with their thinking/ideologies all the time because god knows they can be messed up sometimes (and they’re allowed to be, that’s part of being human?)

Sometimes they just need to have their emotions supported, be there for them. Be present. React and reach out with your own integrity. This is literally all it takes– to not make light or dismiss/wave away their feelings. It’s not something you can go ‘I’m sorry bub’ and then go ‘anyways this thing happen’ and push it back onto you or skitter around hesitantly. Just care for them? But like, don’t push yourself onto them right now, y know? Be sure and honest. That’s literally it.

More than anything, they just want sincerity that’s clear and simplified. Truthful and honest, nothing indecisive or ulterior about it.

It won’t hurt their feelings, you just gotta open up the space with them and let them talk about things/share things with you. And you can do the same back. You better have your own ideas/solutions and expressions as well. Don’t be a useless bub, intensity isn’t as scary as you think– if you don’t understand something, just say it rather than fibbing them (god you just have to be honest and truthful with them in whatever capacity you can be honestly?)

Even when they’re hurt, they aren’t unreasonable. Rather even when they’re hurt they’re still a reasonable person who has their own explanation for things. So you honestly don’t have to be so afraid to come to them with your full sincerity and genuinely with your thoughts?

You’re trying to help them and comfort them, the best thing you can do for them is to be just as honest and open about your thinking. Touch them with your heart instead of trying to reach them with anything else? Because your heart– that’s the thing that shines the most.

This isn’t about what you’re saying or having to be worried about how to say it – as long as your heart is in it to be there to help them 100%

Match up, that’s all it takes honestly. The rest of it, we’ll figure it out as we move further.

Sagittarius - reaching out to them helps. Like honestly, I think if you’ve ever interacted with a Sagittarius you’d know ‘oh they have alone moments’ where they go off by themselves. But honestly– reach out to them, with no expectations y know?

Expectations kills the deal honestly. Let them go escape and go off on their own world, comforting a Sagittarius means leaving them messages with no pressure for them to reply immediately or at an appropriate time. You’re just sending them in because you think of them and stuff. You yourself should be capable of holding one side conversation sometimes too.

It’s reassuring when you may be unavailable but your close friends still invites you out to places but understands your different availabilities as well. It’s not reassuring when they ‘assume’ things about you. Assumptions and expectations kills everything, that’s like– the death of comfort for them honestly.

So to comfort them, let them know there’s space/place for them when they return. Leave that space open, it isn’t affected by time/effort/expectations/assumptions.

You leaving for a period of time as well – consumed by other stuff that needs attention too in your life– doesn’t mean that you don’t care about them, gave up on them or is hurt somehow in their absence.

Let them know they can take time and security in your relationship, that their own health matters too. Part of their problem is they can sometimes be bad at multi-tasking things and their own health, so when they’re about to break – remind them by gently forcing them to go take breaks because you can see them wrecking around the seams. Keep in contact honestly, if not for your sake– for theirs. Just do it.

Sometimes they just have to go, set the bar real low for them. You don’t have a bar. The bar doesn’t exist. All that exists is your relationship in an infinite space/time condendum that says your relationship relies on mutual freedom and space. That’s literally it.

Capricorn - me, a capricorn. Having absolutely no idea how to comfort a capricorn. Actually I DO know, the opposite of Sagittarius. Be there for them. Check in on them but don’t be forceful or nosey. Here’s the thing– when a Capricorn unloads, it’s a lot and it’s heavy. Think of it as a ratio, if you come here already pushing 80% of your emotions onto them, they’re gonna be reluctant to accept comfort from you because that leaves 20% for them and ugh what the hell are they gonna say/keep back in that 20%?

Come to them with 0% empty space and let them paint, fill it up with their thoughts and weight. They’re great painters (metaphorically) honestly, you just got to give them a big enough canvas so they don’t have to be afraid of running out of space while doing it.

Getting a Capricorn to open up is in stages, that’s why you need 0% empty space. They won’t spill everything at once, they’re gonna unload the first layer and see how you deal with it. And then if you’re ok (don’t be close-ended/think that’s over and done with) – they’ll unload a follow up to that, a deeper level to it.

You really can’t take it for granted, because the way they do it is like a story report/update of their internal being that unfurls in layers, and has a narrative that links to one another – so it builds on each other, everything is connected and it’s different faucets of them. It’s from their perspective, so that part is consistent. But if you can see the deeper story, they’re multi-faceted and they want you to see/acknowledge that. To point it out and help them acknowledge it, they don’t want to be one-dimensional to others y know?

Let them unfurl and paint their story, honestly. You’re the art appreciator, and your words and comments have an impact on the next piece of painting as much as they themselves do. Appreciate that in them.

Aquarius - this is like a mix of Capricorn (eyy saturnian friend) and air sign aversion tactic which is: you kind of have to be there for them with your genuinity/from the heart – actually hear what they say/are saying.

Comforting an Aquarius means they might not feel completely 100% opening up to you about everything unconditionally – they’ll kinda evaluate how wise and open you are on the topic.

Because what they’re trying to figure out can spiral down a rabbit hole where they have to understand it themselves (rather than adopt/take yours) So most likely, you can have your opinion – but make sure you don’t assume or think that your opinion is the end-all be all for them.

The Aquarius will work it out in further detail on their own, they’d appreciate having your support, open-mindedness and understanding of the topic (hearing what you have to say about it) – at the same time, what matters most is that they can find their own way across the street.

It’s not the same when you’re going to a new place with someone, and have them guide you through it/give you tips and tricks. Versus you going to a new place and being capable of navigating yourself through the street with your own gps/guidance now.

It’s kind of like that, they appreciate comfort for sure. But unless they can understand it for what it is – it’s value/worth and experience with it. Sometimes comfort is in the presence and open-mindedness/wisdom, and they’re the one who might just need a little push sometimes to get their footing back again.

On the other hand, I kinda understand that sometimes opening up you’re afraid of people disillusions about you. Not wanting to not be genuine or how to explain complexity— like how we’re always growing/moving and sometimes we shift away from who we were before into who we are now. Reconnecting with someone who doesn’t share the same experience or understanding can be uncomfortable and jarring, especially since it’s not the Aquarius’s responsibility to teach/educate them about years worth of growth/development if they haven’t found out about it themselves as well (or go out and reach it).

Pisces - Let them spill their problems, honestly being an open and reactionary listener helps a lot. They don’t want your advice, you just have to ask and actually be open to hearing what they have to say.

Much like Sagittarius, being an open space helps. In the case of Pisces, sometimes you have to change your outlet to let them plug in because they have different latitude of problem sometimes (they won’t burden you with their problems if they think you’re not ‘there’ yet or understand/have experienced with the problem yourself– so taking notice of this/what theirs is and then bringing it up and being open with them helps a lot).

Comforting a Pisces means letting them know that you do love and care for them, verbal reassurance helps a lot even if you don’t know it. Don’t be afraid to sink deeper into emotional territory, if you want to explain the things that made you miss them and why– they won’t be opposed to understanding more of you either (take yourself seriously, and take your emotional importance seriously honestly– so they can take you seriously as well) .

They’re very low-maintenance and that’s a good thing, check in when you can and don’t be afraid to let them know whats on your mind/how you miss them.

If you don’t have much time due to your busy daily life – just expressing some of your affection in the narrow gap where you can (between your activities) is honestly good enough. Be sincere and affectionate– a breath of fresh air of honesty and affection/emotionality helps gives them support and quells some of their worries/warms their heart.

Approaching them with a comforting heart and the ability to listen, the ability to open spaces up for them helps so much. Talk about expressions and emotions, about activities and interests. You honestly can’t go wrong with knowing how to love and comfort a Pisces – you literally just have to have space for self-expression and being considerate towards them. That’s all there is to it?

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