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f0rever15elf · 4 years

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The Garden

Pairing: Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales x fem!Reader Rating: T Warnings: angst, allusion to drug use (if you squint), death mention, Triple Frontier spoilers, soft!frankie (be still my beating heart) Word count: 1,856

A/n: Ok so I’ve been wanting to write something for the Pedro boys for a long time and I finally had major inspiration strike with this. I don’t have a beta reader, so I apologize if I missed any typos or tense issues!

Summary: Frankie has left to help out Pope on some vague mission, and you wait for his return, spending your days gardening. You weren’t prepared for the news he brings home with him.

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You had always loved your little garden. Whether it be in pot planters on your apartment’s balcony or the raised bed in the backyard of your first home or the small flowerbed in the front yard of your mother's house, surrounded by plants with your hands in the cool soil is where you felt most at home. No matter the stresses of the day, everything melted away as you dug your fingers into the yielding earth, still damp from the morning's watering.

Some of your most treasured memories happened while you were in the garden; your mother running out excitedly with your acceptance letter to MIT, your best friend phoning you to ask you to be her maid of honor, that same friend later asking you to be the godmother to her first born as you both sat pruning the roses. All of those moments paled in comparison, though, to the two most important moments of your life. The day Francisco Morales asked you out, officially, for the first time, the words tumbling from his lips in a nervous stutter, and the day he knelt down among the blooming hyacinth and iris to ask for the privilege of calling you his forever.

A delicate smile graces your lips as the memories play through your mind's eye as you till the soil around the fall vegetables. Frankie had been the best thing to ever happen to you, you had no doubt of that. Even the most difficult of days, like the day you found out about the little habit he had picked up to keep the nightmares at bay, were still better than the days before he was yours. The gold of the wedding band adorning your finger catches the light of the sun as you finish turning over the soil, and you sit back on your heels to look at it for a moment. The pad of your thumb traces over it lightly as your mind drifts to your husband, currently away on a mission. A favor for Pope, he had called it.

"What is it, baby?" you asked, running your fingers through his soft curls at the nape of his neck, his head resting on his crossed arms on the table. The sigh he had let out was one from the depths of his soul, a sigh you hadn't heard him let out in a very long time. He turned his head, still resting on his arms, to look at you, confliction lighting them that caused an immediate crease in your own brow. "Frankie...?"

"It's Pope." His voice was gruff and tired and the corners of your lips turned town imperceptibly.

"Santi? What does he want? It's been...years...since we've heard anything from him." Your fingers had moved from the nape of his neck when he turned his head, now tracing gently along his stubbly jaw.

"A favor," Frankie said simply. "He wants to get me and the guys back together. Says he needs to talk to us about something big. He's...he's saying it's 17k for a week of work." Your eyebrows lifted at that. Seventeen thousand was a lot of money, and though you two weren't necessarily barely scraping by, 17 thousand dollars would certainly make things easier, especially with the courses Frankie was having to go through for counseling.

"What kind of favor?" You ask after a moment, but Frankie just shrugged.

"Didn't say." He sat up and took your hand from his face, his calloused thumb running over your knuckles.

"...Are you going to go?" You asked quietly, watching your hands and he sighed again.

"We could use the money, cariña." You closed your eyes for a moment before looking back up at him. He was right, and you knew it. No matter how much every fiber of your being was screaming that this was a bad idea.

"I know." You squeezed his hand gently and brought your other up to cup his cheek. He leaned into the touch and his eyes fluttered for a moment before he refocused on you. "...Be careful, amor. Ok?" He nodded in your hand and turned to kiss your palm gently. "And tell Santi if anything happens to you, I will personally murder him and use his body as fertilizer in the garden." Frankie's eyebrows shot up at that one as he looked back to you. After a moment, he chuckled and nodded, reaching up to bring your forehead to his.

"He wouldn't dare to cross you, hermosa, I'm sure of that."

It was only supposed to have been a week, he had said. Yet here you were, sitting alone in your garden nearly a week after he was supposed to have been back safe in your arms. You let out a groan as you stood, your knees protesting from the position you had been in for too long, moving to the next row to pluck some weeds from around your corn stalks. That nervous feeling you had pool in your stomach when Frankie had told you about this 'favor' had never left you, and the longer he was gone, the worse it got. Especially since you haven’t heard from him the entire time he’s been gone. What if something had happened? What if this 'favor' turned south?

You shake your head rapidly, clearing the thoughts from your head as you busy yourself with plucking the weeds. If you get caught up in thoughts like that without Frankie here to pull you out, you wouldn't be sleeping at all until he came home. The cool soil that you usually found so much solace in had been doing less and less over the past two or three days, your anxieties always high, mind always drifting to 'what if's. It was like the connection you had always felt with the earth had been interrupted, and a frown pulls at the corners of your lips.

So lost are you in your own thoughts, you didn't hear the backdoor open, nor did you hear the sounds of heavy footfalls across the yard. It wasn't until the shadow blocked out the sun over you that you jump and whip around, your trowel brandished in your hand. You blink a few times before the trowel hits the ground as you leap to your feet, wrapping your arms around Frankie's neck in a desperate hug. His arms find their way around you, holding you as close to him as he possibly can, his face dropping to hide against your neck and shoulder. You can feel the tension in his muscles relaxing in your hold, the stress of these two weeks melting away under your touch.

"I missed you so much...I was so worried," turning your head to whisper against his unruly hair.

"I'm sorry, estrella...things got out of hand. I'm so sorry." He holds you tighter, his body trembling against yours, and you feel a dampness against your shoulder, soaking through your shirt.

"Oh Frankie..." your voice is barely above a whisper as your fingers play at the back of his neck, rubbing soothing circles against his skin. "It's alright, you're safe now. I'm here, I've got you." Your words illicit from him quiet sobs as he cries in your arms.

"W-We lost Tom, querida." You freeze at his words, your blood running cold in your veins.

"What...?" You rasp, barely a whisper.

"Th-This village. We crashed and...and they got threatening and Tom...Tom shot some of them. I shot some of them. They were going to attack us!" You hold him tighter as his voice raises, shushing softly as your fingers resume their soothing ministrations.

"It's ok, Francisco, it's ok. I'm sure you did what you thought was best at the time." His whimper against your shoulder rends your heart in two and you swear you are going to make good on your promise about Santiago as you hold your trembling husband in your arms. After a moment to regain his thoughts, Frankie lets out a shaky breath.

"A boy from the village followed us. He...He shot Tom, he killed him." Your mind goes immediately to Tom's ex-wife and children, and your heart clenches in mourning for them. Those little girls were too young to have to suffer through this, and the thought brings tears to your own eyes. "We couldn't save him, we let him down..." he chokes out through his tears. Your grip tightens and you lean your head back, cupping Frankie's cheek to lift his face to look at you. His eyes are blood-shot and glassy from crying, and they scream in desperation. You gently wipe away the tears with the pad of your thumb.

"Now you listen to me, Francisco Morales. I know you did all you could. I know you did, because that's who you are. I don't have to know all of the details about whatever this was, to know you did all you could." You rest your forehead against his own, pushing his hat off of his head. "You did all you could, do you understand me? That's all anyone can ever ask of you. You did all you could, and you brought the others home." He clings to you like you’re his last lifeline, the last thing keeping him from spiraling so far down he would never come back up and he nods nearly imperceptibly, his bottom lip trembling.

"I was scared, amor," he whispers, voice thick with tears. "I was scared I would never see you again." You tilt his head gently and press a delicate, chaste kiss to his lips, gentle and reassuring.

"Mi amor, it's ok now, yes? I've got you, you're home, and we're both safe." His grip around your waist loosens as he reaches up to cup your own cheek, eyes flitting across your face before he tilts your head to reconnect his lips with yours, this more desperate than the gentle kiss you had placed on his lips moments before. You close your eyes, returning the kiss as he drinks you in, finding solace in your presence. The kiss is filled with all the things he can't say, the words he can't bring himself to speak just yet.

You break the kiss after a few moments and he draws in a shaky breath, his tears finally slowing, his body limp with exhaustion. You reach and take his hand from your face gently in your own, your ring still glistening in the sunlight. "Vamos...Let's go to bed, ok?" He nods weakly and drops his other hand from your waist, letting you lead him inside, sliding the door closed behind you with a click of the lock. A click he found comfort in. It meant this nightmare was finally over and he was home. Finally, Francisco Morales could rest.

The garden holds so many good memories for you. The garden was where you fell in love. It was where you were asked to join another's family. It was where you gave yourself to the love of your life forever. And it was where you were the day your whole world returned to your arms. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~`

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 3 years

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Of Gods and Men

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Title: Of Gods and Men

Fandom: Supernatural / Vikings

Pairing: Destiel and Sabriel

Rating: Lemon

Tags: canon typical violence and gore, smut, angst, still some fluff

Summary: A Vikings inspired Destiel fic.

Dean, Barbarian King of the lands, must make a crucial decision in the survival of his people. Leave the one and only land and life they have ever known, leave their home, or make the possibly dangerous journey across the seas to a potentially better life. Who knows what will await him across the waters, hope, future, maybe even destiny.

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Chapter one

The sun was beginning to rise over the fields of Nazareth. The sky painted orange and pink over the sea, casting deep shadows over their boats that were docked there, making them look like haunted silhouettes in the early dawn light. Sam lifted his head to peer out over the sea, then turned to gaze upon their fields. He sighed and leaned on his shovel as he was faced with mostly emptiness.

Beside him Dean continued to work in the early morning. Sam watched as over and over again Dean pounded his hoe into the ground with every inch of desperation he had. Sweat was dripping off his face, trailing down his chin and nose, soaking into the useless soil beneath them. He paused a moment and took a deep, heaving breath, before leaning down to sift a hand through the dirt. Nothing. Not even a dead root to prove seed had even been planted there.

"It is of no use, Brother," Sam shifted off his hoe and stepped beside Dean with a frown, "the fields are dead, and those fields we have left that are hanging on still, are not far behind. The soil just cannot produce for us any longer."

�� "I know this, Sam, but what more can we do but continue to try," he stood straight and waved a hand over the barren fields, "maybe more fertilizer, or perhaps another sacrifice-"

"Dean," Sam sighed and shook his head, "we have made sacrifice after sacrifice, and nothing has changed. I do not think the Gods are our problem here."

"Then what? What else?"

"This could be a sign," he looked up and took another step towards Dean, "a sign that it is time to move on, seek out other options.".

"You speak of leaving home! Leaving Nazareth!" He exclaimed, eyes wide and unbelieving, "Sam, we know nothing else."

"What other choice do we have here, Brother?" He shook his head, "The fields produce not but the most withered of crops, if any, all half rotten before they are birthed from the ground. Most of the fields do not even give us as much, they breathe no life, not even a worm to turn the soil. We've killed most of our animals for food where the fields have not supplied, and what little livestock we do have left will be gone by spring. We will be lucky to make it through the winter with what we have left, and come spring we will no longer be able to feed our people. Starvation will set in and disease shortly after. Many of the elders and young ones are already having troubled times, they will not survive if we run out of food. We need to find another way."

"And what exactly do you suggest I do?!" Dean shouted as he tossed his hoe across the field then turned back to Sam, "The lands around us are all spoken for, ruled by Earls and Lords, so we cannot take them in hopes of better land for crops. And even if we wanted to try and take those lands for ourselves, it is as you say, our people are weak from our already depleted stocks. We couldn't fight a war even if we had to, fighting for land and territory is completely out of the question. So tell me, dear brother, what else?"

Sam nodded, he knew his brother was right. There was no extra land around them to be used, no men strong enough to fight for them, but then a thought came and he nearly shouted it at Dean, "The seas!"

"Sam-" He began with a sigh.

"Listen first," he moved to stand directly in front of Dean, placing his hands on his shoulders with a light shake, "I have seen it in a dream, Brother. Across the seas, a four days float towards the rising sun, there will come a land far more plentiful than any we have ever seen. The soils there are ripe with crops for years to come, pregnable where ours are not, our people will flourish in these lands long after we are dead and gone. Once we are settled there will be no starvation, no disease, no hurt, no heartache, Dean. And you!"

"Me?" He questions, "What about me?"

"You, my brother, Barbarian King of the lands, married and blessed with child. No," he stops and turns away from Dean for a moment, eyes closed as if willing his mind back to the dream, "not child, children! And you running carefree through our crops, a smile on your face and your babes in your arms and on your legs, all of you laughing and happy. For once in your life I watch you living without the burdens of all our people on your shoulders."

"Sam, it is not the question of my happiness that will make this decision," he sighed and walked forwards to join his brother, looking out over the endless sea together, the sun now fully above the horizon, "in the end I must do what is best for our people, even if that means I should be forever the vision of misery. But perhaps I should visit the Gods and seek their counsel, ask them for guidance on the matter."

Sam turned to his brother cupping his cheeks with both hands, “Yes! Yes, Brother! Speak to the Gods, for they dote upon you. They will tell you the best path to take for the good of our people.”

“I will then, tomorrow at dawn I shall ride to their house.”

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Dean stood at the entrance to Nazareth, dawn was chasing him from behind, creeping over the sea as he readied his horse for the ride to the house of the Gods. He ran a gentle hand down Elskans broad neck and the beautiful black stallion pushed back against him. He nuzzled into Dean as he continued to pet him, whispering softly to him, “You will get me safely to the house of the Gods, yes Elskan?” The horse seemed to almost nod in answer and Dean smiled, “I knew I could trust you to take care of me.”

“I've known no better companion than your Elskan, it is true.” Dean turned from his horse to the newcomers now approaching him with more saddle bags. Sam also gave the horse a gentle pat before turning to his brother. “For how long do you ride?”

Dean turned back to look at the sun still rising, but quickly approaching them as they stood, “If I leave now I should arrive around midday, as long as Elskan rides true.”

“You better get going then, Brother, no need to leave this wait any longer,” he then lifted the bags in his hands and began turning towards the horse as he spoke over his shoulder, “we brought you more food for the journey, the Gods are tricky sometimes. You may be there a while before they decide to grant you answers to your questions, though I do hope they give you an answer quickly. I shall put these on your saddle so you may be on your way.”

He nodded in thanks to his brother, then turned and took the few steps to the other man who had come to see him off. He held up a smaller wrapped package to Dean placing it in his hands with a smile. “Some treats for the journey.”

Dean smiled back as he took the package, “Thank you, Gabriel, though you should have kept these for yourself. Food is scarce these days and I have plenty for the way.”

He waved him off with a playful scoff, “I need them not. And besides, if I continue eating all the treats I make, and get any chubbier than I already am, your brother will never come around to me.”

Dean looked back to where Sam was strapping the last of the saddle bags to Elskan, then back to say softly to Gabriel so his brother would not hear, “You will look after my brother while I am gone, won't you?”

“Of course.”

“I will be back as soon as I can,” he placed a hand on Gabriels shoulder with a squeeze, “hopefully the Gods answer me quickly so I may return and we can decide on our next move.”

Gabriel reached over and grabbed Deans shoulder too, “May the Gods be with you, Dean, stay safe.”

“And may they be with you, Gabriel.”

Dean leaned forwards and touched his forehead to Gabriels before turning back to Sam who was now behind him. In the same gesture he pulled Sams forehead to his and whispered, “Don’t do anything stupid while I am gone.”

Sam laughed, “Worry not about me, Brother, for I know you have already solicited the aid of a spy.”

Sam eyed Gabriel over Dean's shoulder. “He is not a spy, Sam, but at least I know with him looking after you it's less likely that you will do anything stupid.” Sam continued to eye Gabriel, then Dean brought his face back to his with a hand on his cheek. “Why do you push him away? He dotes after you.”

“You mean follows me around like a pup that's lost its mother.”

Dean gave his brother a look, “Sammy, I would give anything to have someone want for my attention as much as he does for yours. Give him a chance.”

He looked once more over at Gabriel who gave him a fond smile, then back at Dean, “We shall see. Once the Gods help you make your decision, I shall make mine.” Sam then lifted his head to look at the sun now clear over the edge of the sea. “You should go, Brother, else you will be riding till nightfall.”

Dean nodded and tapped his head once more against Sams, “Gods be with you, Sammy.”

“Gods be with you, Brother.”

He walked with Dean over to his horse, watched as he mounted, then gave him one last nod as he watched him ride into the forest out of sight.

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His ride for the most part was quiet, and he was thankful for that as he pulled Elskan to a stop at the bottom of a steep hill in the forest. Midday was now upon them, the ride had taken just as long as he had expected, and now the final part of his journey was upon him.

He dismounted Elskan and moved to run a hand down his nose. "You wait here for me, Elskan, I know not how long I will be so do not leave without me."

The horse shook its head in response and Dean smiled. He gave Elskan one last pat then turned and began his trek up the steep hill.

It was late afternoon before he finally reached the top, stopping only for a moment to awe in the splendor of the house of the Gods. A grand temple stood before him, said to have been built by Odin and his sons, come down to earth to gift them with this breathtaking magnificence.

Slowly he made his way to the gold steps of the temple, and up to the majestically carved wooden doors that stood nearly as tall as the trees they were made from. Every time Dean came to visit the Gods he was overtaken by the sheer beauty of this place, of the craftsmanship of the Gods, it could never compare to that of the human hand. He gently ran his hands down the intricate carvings on the doors, the stories of the Gods themselves laid out before him, and after a moment he pushed with both hands and entered the temple.

He was instantly washed over with a calm in the house of the Gods, something he had not felt in years. The woes of his people had taken a great toll on Dean, and he could only hope and pray that the Gods would give him the help he so desperately craved. This was his last chance, his people's last chance for survival. If the Gods had nothing to give him then all of Nazareth would surely die.

At the thought he took a deep breath, soaking in the calm of the temple, and made his way to the center of the room. There stood a tree, taller even then the temple itself and older then even the Gods. The tree stretched it's limbs out towards the sky, reaching for the Gods above, nearly tall enough to touch them. This is why Odin had chosen this tree and built their temple around it, the one connection between man and Gods. And on either side of the tree stood great statues of the Gods, of Odin and Thor and Loki, kneeling and reaching for the tree.

Dean stopped before the tree, eyes never leaving it as he too knelt before it, much in the same manner as the Gods though never as close. At his knees, a river flowed through the temple from side to side, winding through the roots of the tree of the Gods. The river sparkled crystal clear before Dean even in the dim light of the temple. The Gods never ceased to amaze him in all that they were capable of.

He sat for a few minutes, breathing and taking it all in, before he slowly raised his arms out to his side's and tilted his head back. "My Gods, Odin, Thor, Loki, I beg of you to answer my call," he whispered to the skies, eyes closed tight in desperation, "I ask you to show me the way. My people are dying, starving in our dying lands, with no hope of a future if we stay. Please, show me how to lead my people away from death and toward a brighter future, please show me."

He slowly bent over moving his arms towards the river. He touched his hands to the flowing stream, the cool water running steady between his fingers, before cupping his hands and gathering the water.

With the water settled in the nest of his hands he sat back on his heels again, tilted his head, and held the water above his face. He whispered once more, hoping as hard as he could that the Gods would hear him, "Show me the way," and let the water trickle out between his hands and land on his face.

Dean was only able to place his hands by his sides before his prayers were answered and the Gods took him over. His eyes shot open, rolled backwards, and he sucked in a deep breath as the last thing he felt was his body falling to the side but never hitting the floor as darkness took his vision.

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He woke in a land he knew not of. Rolling hills covered the horizon beyond beautiful, full fields, the crops as tall as a young child. The rising sun came this time from beyond the hills, the sea behind him, he had crossed the sea with his people. The Gods had listened, had heard his prayers, and were showing him the life they would have if he took the path Sam had seen in his dream.

He turned away from the sea to look back over their new lands. Paddocks filled with healthy, strong livestock, his people happy, children playing, laughing. For the first time since he took the rule of Nazareth from his father he found himself smiling, actually feeling joyous and happy, relieved. It was a blessing from the Gods themselves.

He tilted his head back to take in the warmth of the sun on his skin, to listen to the sounds of his thriving people around him, and then a child. The young boy ran towards him, arms out for Dean. He lifted the boy above his head and twirled him once before holding the boy close to his chest, blowing a playful kiss on his cheek as the boy's laughter filled Dean's heart. He continued giggling as Dean tickled his side's, squirming in his arms as he wrapped his little arms around Dean's neck, "Daddy!"

"Daddy…" Dean thought as he watched another child, and another child, and another, all running towards him, same as the first young boy. Jumping at him as they all laughed. He threw each of them in the air one by one, kissing each of them as he did, listening to their laughter mingle with his own. A sound he felt he hadn't heard in a very long time.

Then the first young boy turned from Dean and ran towards someone else. He looked up and followed the boy as he ran, holding his arms out to someone, and laughing as he was once again lifted into the air and held against another's chest. He was given another kiss on the cheek, then he wrapped his arms around the kisser's neck in as tight an embrace as his little body could give and said, "Papa!"

“Papa?” Dean furrowed his brows and brought his eyes to finally rest on the face of the one holding the young boy. A man. A very beautiful man. Dark hair framed a sharp face, holding a smile so bright the Gods themselves would worship it.

The beautiful man looked down at his son in his arms… at their son. Then he lifted his gaze to look at Dean with piercing blue eyes, as captivating as the seas that Dean knew so well, seas that called to him as much as those blue eyes were, and the man smiled with all the brightness of the sun as his eyes landed on him.

"Dean," the man spoke in a voice as smooth as the winds around them. It pulled Dean in even further, his body reacting to this man in ways he never thought possible. The husk in his voice sent lightning through his veins, the lust and desire in his eyes as he looked at Dean had him frozen in place.

"Dean," he spoke again, one hand now reaching out towards him, "wake up, come to me."

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Dean woke with a shattering start on the temple floor. His body was covered in a cold sweat, his breathing ragged as he pushed himself up on his elbows. He sucked in shattered breaths and rolled to lean to one side as he tried to catch his breath and thought of what he had seen. What a vision the Gods had shown him, it was definitely a brighter future for his people, but was he really willing to uproot everyone? To take everyone away from everything they've ever known in Nazareth and plant them in a new and uncertain land? But if the Gods had shown him, then how could it go wrong?

After a while of sitting on the floor and having finally caught his breath, he pushed himself up to his feet, but as he did a strange feeling on his left arm caught his attention. It wasn't pain, but rather a warmth wrapped around his upper arm, a feeling that had not been there before he arrived.

Curious, he slowly rolled his sleeve back and his breath hitched when he saw what now lay there. A scar, but not just any scar, it was a perfectly shaped hand print. There had been no injury, nor anyone else with him in the temple, not to mention it was completely healed. The only explanation Dean could think of was that it was a gift from the Gods, though why they had given it to him he did not know.

He remained in his place on the floor of the temple for a while longer, contemplating not only his new scar but all that the Gods had been so gracious as to show him. Maybe his brother was right, maybe their new lives did await them across the seas. Fertile fields filled with plentiful crops, thriving livestock, happiness, and that man. Never had he seen a more beautiful creature, never had he been so drawn in by anything more then the sea, but now blue eyes called his name even louder then the crashing waves ever had.

He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts. The Gods had given him much to think about, and he could not make his decision based purely on the happiness that the Gods think this man could give him, and so his decision could not yet be made. He knew that he had one more thing to do, he must make the half days ride back to Nazareth and seek out the Seer. Once he had conversed with them and gained their own wisdom on the matter, only then would he make his final choice.”

A/N: Hope you all enjoyed this! Let me know what you think, I adore reading your comments <3Also, fun fact. I actually did some research and Elskan, the name of Dean's horse is the Viking way of saying 'my love' or my darling' which was the closest to baby I could get. Since the horse is supposed to be the impala XD

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