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Chapter six: Soldiers

This story will include mature themes, please only read if you are 18 years old or over.

If you are underage, you can read the Wattpad version instead as it will include no smut.

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the real Army.

Synopsis: Just as she begins to lose all hope in the future, things finally begin to go her way.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, injuries, mention of imprisonment, I don’t think anything else needs a warning, but if you think otherwise let me know!!

Word count: 3.5k

Notes: You’re all going to love the next chapter! Might even still be published this week ‘cause I’m so excited to finish writing it! We’re also going to finally meet Gaz in chapter 8, yay!!!

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“She attacked me!” The irritating voice of Dan Morris echoed throughout the room like an ear-piercing screech.

The blue curtain was pulled around the bed No-Face was sat on, preventing her from staring daggers at the other ‘wounded’ soldier as Laura worked on the injuries that littered her body. She was especially gentle with her face, where her lip had split after an especially harsh punch from the man. The swollen lip was the least of her worries, however, as it was her nose that was causing the most pain despite the numbing agent that was placed around the area. Her left nostril was filled up with a white pack, which Laura was quick to insert after realigning the broken bone, and the outside was covered with a white dressing which added extra support to keep the bone in place.

She was lucky, as Laura had told her before. The punches against her stomach and ribcage did no internal damage, but the bruises which now decorated her skin were sure to stay for at least a couple of weeks. She had not personally seen them, nor the ones on her face, but judging by the sympathetic look Laura sent her every couple of seconds, she did not look great.

Her suspicions were only confirmed when the curtain was pulled open and she was greeted with a concerned face she did not expect to see for at least another week or two. The lack of a beanie, or a bucket hat, was mildly eerie when he first came into view, the sight of his hair taking her by surprise.

So it’s not baldness he’s trying to hide.

Sharing a swift nod with Laura, the nurse left the small area, the sound of her gentle shoes growing fainter with every step she took. The warmth that always surrounded her was immediately missed, as a tense atmosphere enveloped both her and the captain.

He crossed his arms over his chest, “You gonna tell me what happened?”

“Are you not supposed to be on leave, sir?” she asked, looking down at her fingers.

“I was,” he confirmed, “But I got called in as soon as you two muppets ended up in here. So, I’ll ask again – and bear in mind I’m pissed after having to drive here for two hours – what the fuck happened?”

She refused to look his way, and then shrugged.

Price let out a sharp exhale, his eyes clenching shut for a long moment before he pulled up a chair and sat right in front of her. “Morris told me you attacked him,” he told her, his gruff voice lower in volume than it had been a few seconds earlier, “Did you?”

Would he even believe her if she told him the truth?

Would he believe that one of his best snipers was brainless enough to attack her on base?

Maybe his mind was already made up, and this was just procedure.

She was about to get kicked out. Sent back to that glorified prison of a house and forced to rot in there for the rest of her useless life.

Her voice was quiet when she replied, “I don’t know.”

“’I don’t know’ isn’t going to cut it here. I need to know what happened.” He turned quiet as he waited for a response, but when she said nothing, instead deciding to remain silent, he decided to continue, “Did he attack you?”

Silence. And then, a nod.

“Alright,” he straightened his back, looking to the side before focusing on her face. She looked as though she was far away, lost in her own thoughts. She was biting on the inside of her cheek, and her eyes seemed to be blank – numb. “No-Face,” he whispered, but she still refused to look his way, “I believe you.”

That caught her attention. Hesitantly, she turned to look at him, “You do?”

“Yeah,” he wet his lips, “I think... if you were the one who attacked him, he would’ve come out with much more than a few scratches on his arm. That why you didn’t fight back?”

Her bloodshot and bruised eyes looked painful, and he could almost see the dryness that coated them due to lack of sleep. The exhaustion on her face was clear as she spoke, “I thought, uh... I thought that if I didn’t fight back, it would be less believable that I started it.”

“I hate to say it, but that was a good choice that you made,” he looked as serious, and perhaps even more so, than how he was on missions.

She let out a soft hum, “It doesn’t matter, though, does it?”

His brows knit together in the middle, “What d’you mean?”

“His uncle’s a General,” she said, “It doesn’t matter who attacked who. I’m the one who’s going to get punished for it.”

He turned quiet, his own eyes drifting away from hers to glance down at the floor. He hummed softly, lost in his own thoughts as he contemplated the next steps they should take.

“He, um,” she spoke again, catching his attention, “He said his uncle showed him videos of me, back when I was first captured.”

“He did?”

She nodded weakly, clearing her throat just as the curtain was pushed to the side. With a proud grin, Thomas handed the captain a laptop with a thumb drive with already slotted in. Price was quick to take the pc from the sergeant’s hands, “You got it?”

“Yes, sir,” Southwick answered with a nod, “What now?”

“Now...” the captain stood up with a huff, “We are going to speak with General Morris. Can you walk?”

She didn’t answer the question, instead opting to just push herself up onto her feet. Her head proved dizzy at first, the world swirling around her uncomfortably, but she managed to keep herself up. Her arm immediately wrapped around her ribcage as a stabbing pain prodded at her lungs.

“I’ll be fine,” she told the two men, who shared a sceptical look.

Despite the disbelief in his eyes, Price nodded, and pulled the curtain further apart to let her through. Thomas was by her side in an instant, hands at the ready to catch her if need be. The captain chose to walk in front of them, his footsteps slow as he made sure the two weren’t too far behind.

Every step was agony. He muscles burned, and the bruising on her stomach caused a wave of pain throughout her body with every little movement. It was almost unbearable.

But she prevailed.

Her shuffling feet didn’t stop her from reaching the closed door of the General’s office, but she flinched, not from pain, but rather shock as the captain’s fist banged loudly against the wooden door. The anger on his face was almost transparent, and she could have sworn she had never seen this amount of rage on his face before. Not when they almost failed a mission. Not when a hostile spat on his shiny boots. And, strangely, not even the year prior, when No-Face was placed under his supervision.

He was pissed, and honestly, she was afraid for the old General.

There was a loud sigh coming from inside the room, before a deep and exasperated voice invited them in.

Price was the last to walk through the door, but he was the first to push it wide open. Thomas had placed a comforting hand against her shoulder and gently guided her inside, where he placed her on the only free chair available.

“What is this?” The General questioned as the door was slammed closed.

The door opened again, and with a stoic expression, Dan Morris entered the room.

Fuck.

“Perfect timing,” Price commented as the sergeant moved to stand beside him, “Your nephew almost beat her to death.”

“Let's not overexaggerate,” the general defended, “She doesn’t look dead to me – not any worse than what she’s looked like after you’ve returned from one of your bloody missions.”

John’s eye almost twitched, “This is a very different situation.”

“Is it?” The old man raised a taunting brow, “All I see is a hostile and a hurt soldier.”

“She did attack me,” Dan spoke. He looked uncomfortable by the captain’s side, perhaps because you could practically feel the irritation flowing off his body. He wasted no time moving away to stand beside his uncle, where a smile formed on his thin lips.

“Oh, fuck off, she didn’t even touch you!” Thomas spat.

“Sergeant!” John silenced him with a shake of his head, “Look at them, Morris. Even you don’t believe that.”

There was a pregnant pause. The general looked her up and down, his mouth falling into a frown at the sight of the many bruises, the split lip, and her swollen, broken nose. He almost looked sympathetic, but then he smiled.

“Why wouldn’t I?” He shrugged, leaning back on his chair, “My nephew’s word against an Assassin’s.”

Thomas tensed beside her, and when he turned to look at her with a questioning gaze, she looked the other way.

Shame.

Guilt.

“She’s not an Assassin, hasn’t been for the past decade,” Price pointed out, his voice low, “What matters now is that your nephew injured a fellow soldier – a squad mate.”

“Does that rule even apply to her-”

“Dan.” The general warned.

“No!” He defended, “She’s not even a soldier!”

The general thought over his nephew’s words, and then confirmed with a nod, “He’s right. She’s not a soldier; she’s not employed, she has no citizenship, and she doesn’t even have a fucking rank!”

“Well, I think it’s time she’s given one,” John took a threatening step forward, “Saved your nephew’s arse on more than one occasion, so how about you start treating her like a fuckin’ person.”

“Funny you’re the one saying that, Price,” He stood up with a slam of his hands against the desk, “Are you forgetting how you treated her before she saved your arse?”

“She’s proved her loyalty.” Was the captain’s answer, “She deserves fair treatment, and that includes punishing him for what he did.”

“Isn’t that free labour?” Thomas’ voice cut them both off.

The general’s eyes narrowed, “What?”

“Do you pay her?” he asked seriously, “She’s been here almost a year.”

“How dare you, sergeant, that accusation-“

“Is true,” Price piped in, his arms crossed over his chest, “They pay her, but she’s got no access to the funds.”

“Isn’t that illegal?” Thomas tilted his head to the side, the calmness in his tone causing a shiver to run down the general’s spine. “Besides, if it’s employment, citizenship and rank that’s the issue… why not give it to her?”

A proud smile formed on John’s lips.

“I mean, wasn’t Morris about to be promoted?” Thomas raised a questioning brow, “Why not give that promotion to her instead?”

“That’s a ridiculous offer,” the man spat, “I’m not making her a fucking Lieutenant.”

“Why not? Everyone already thinks she’s a sergeant. And with how well our missions have been going, a promotion wouldn’t come as a surprise.”

“Except it wouldn’t be a promotion, sergeant,” the general grit his teeth, “There is no promotion to be given because she is not employed! She will be given a rank – of a private – when she proves her loyalty.”

“She has proven her loyalty time and time again,” Price’s gruff voice echoed in the small room, but he remained calm, “Your nephew wouldn’t be here if she hadn’t.”

“Also, sir,” Thomas cleared his throat, “Respectfully, I don’t think you’re in the position to refuse here.”

The old man scowled, “Excuse me?”

Thomas and captain Price shared a look, and then John opened up the laptop and angled it so they could both see the video that was now playing on the screen.

Even No-Face’s eyes widened. It was her and Dan, inside the ring with the man abusing her whilst she did nothing to defend herself. It looked brutal, and if she hadn’t been the one to live through it, she would have winced at every punch and kick thrown around.

“I think this is enough to have your nephew Suspended,” the captain commented.

Thomas then approached the captain, and with a click of the button, the audio of the recording was turned on. The groans of pain were not pleasant to listen to, and even the General winced when a punch to the face sent her tired body backwards.

But then, Dan’s voice shook the old man to the core, “My uncle showed me tapes of you. Right after they captured you; when they believed the only way to get intel out of you was through, well… beating the shit out of you. God-“

The recording was paused, and the Captain passed the laptop over to Thomas, who took it with a confident smile. The General, on the other hand, was less than happy. The wrinkles on his face turned harsher as he clenched his jaw, his brows furrowing in the middle as a heavy scowl formed on his enraged face.

“You idiot-“

Dan took a step back, “I didn’t know there were cameras in there-“

“It doesn’t matter if there’s cameras or not!” He spoke through gritted teeth, “You don’t go around telling people shite like that!”

“I-“

“General,” The captain spoke again, “You showed confidential documents to unauthorised personnel.”

The old man looked between John and Thomas, his eyes showing nothing but hostility as he glared at them, “And what do you plan on doing with that information, Captain?”

“That depends solely on you, General.”

“Dan, leave,” The General told his nephew, who looked at him with disbelief in his eyes. He was shocked. Confused. And perhaps even afraid.

Nevertheless, he left the room. The door slammed behind him, and once his footsteps grew faint enough to assure them he would not hear the conversation, the General resumed.

“What do you want me to do? He’s my nephew for fucks sake,” he sat back down in his chair and rubbed his hand over his face.

John didn’t look sympathetic. Not at all. “Punish him as you would have anyone else,” he simply told him, “And he’s no longer on my squad.”

“Fine,” the General said, clearly eager to get this over with, “Anything else?”

“You’re kidding,” Thomas spoke up, “The rank.”

“Watch your tone,” General Morris held up an accusatory finger, “Southwick, it’s your lucky day. You’re getting promoted. Now-“

“No,” the sergeant spat, “I refuse.”

“You’re refusing a promotion?” He almost laughed.

Thomas didn’t find amusement in his words, “I am. She’s saved me numerous times and deserves it more than me.”

“Thomas-“ she attempted to speak.

“You do,” he told her.

The General shook his head with a sigh, “Do you even know what she’s done?”

“I don’t need to,” he retorted, “The captain said it was a decade ago. She was, what, 19? 20? Look, I don’t care what she’s done back then, what I care about is what she’s done since she got here. She deserves fair treatment and respect, even from you.”

“No.”

“I have a copy.”

“Southwick,” John suddenly warned.

He didn’t listen, “Of the tape. I’ve got a copy.”

“Are you threatening me, Sergeant?” Morris grumbled angrily.

Thomas shrugged, “Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on what you decide to do.”

“Get out of my office,” He raised his voice, “both of you!”

With a blank stare, Thomas helped the wounded soldier stand back to her feet, and then shared one last glance with the captain before making his way out the room with No-Face by his side.

The corridor felt colder than it did before when they stepped into it. Perhaps it was the tension that still kept their bodies stiff, or rather that the sun was now fully gone from view, with rain pouring against the thin windows.

“Why would you do that?” She eventually asked, concern lacing her tone, “You could get discharged.”

He shrugged dismissively, “If I do, at least I won’t have to look at his ugly mug again.”

A small laugh left her lips at his words, “Thomas, seriously-”

“Don’t worry about it.” He told her, pressing a gentle hand on her upper back, “Honestly. If I get discharged for defending you-”

“You weren’t defending me, Thomas,” she let out a soft breath, “You were threatening to expose a superior.”

“Same thing,” he shrugged, “Honestly, though, don’t worry about it.”

“Why? ‘Cause you made a copy, and you’ll expose him if he doesn’t do as you ask?”

He sucked in a harsh breath, “I haven’t actually made any copies,” he revealed, “I just wanted to scare him.”

The dispirited look on her face was enough for him to know she did not approve of his ways, so he remained silent.

She wasn’t angry.

She wasn’t sad.

Hell, at this point she didn’t even care about how this would affect her.

She was concerned of what would happen if none of this went his way. Her only hope now was that the captain would somehow soothe over the situation. She couldn’t have him losing his job because of her.

“How did you even get the tape?” she had to ask.

He grinned, “Magic.” She sent him a look, “Seriously, I’m a wizard.”

“I hope you know that all I’m gonna be calling you now,” she let him know with a smile of her own.

“What, no-”

“Or better yet, wiz. Yeah, everyone needs a stupid nickname. That one’s yours.”

He groaned in despair. “Fuck. Guess it’s better than Soap.”

“Who the hell is nicknamed Soap?”

Barely a couple of days had passed before she was called into Price’s office. The days felt longer; tense. She always had a nagging feeling at the back of her head telling her something was going go wrong. She half-expected Thomas to be escorted off base - dishonourably discharged - but that moment never came. Instead, the only person to disappear was Dan Morris, whom she hadn’t seen ever since that evening.

She hoped it stayed that way.

On a Saturday afternoon, she was approached by captain Price himself, who led her to his office with a comforting smile pulling at the corners of his lips.

When she sat down in the comfortable office chair, a cup of tea was already waiting for her. She couldn’t help but smile at the gesture, her hands eagerly reaching for the cup to take a small sip of the hot beverage.

“How you feeling?” was the first question he asked when he sat down.

“Better,” she assured him, “Don’t think I look it, though.”

He chuckled, “Well, I’m not here to judge, I’m here to give you this.”

With a hum, he pulled out two metal chains and placed them in front of her. The metal felt cool against her hand when she picked one up to examine it. Her eyes almost jumped out of her sockets when she realised what she was holding; an ID tag, with all the necessary information needed in case a mission was to go wrong.

“You wear one around your neck,” he spoke, pulling out his own from under his shirt to show her, “The other you keep safe.”

“Yes, sir,” she answered, “Does this mean...”

“You’re officially a soldier.” He said with a joyful smile. The type of smile that caused his eyes to crinkle in the corners – it was a pleasant sight. “That not all, however.”

“Oh?”

“Here,” he pushed a pile of paperwork in front of her, along with a small card she had never seen before. On the document, ‘CITIZENSHIP’ was written in capital, bold letters.

She felt her heart skip a beat.

“That’s a card for your bank,” He told her, causing her ears to perk up, “Guess the threats worked. You’re still not supposed to leave the base without supervision, so it’s a bit useless, but-”

“Thank you,” she cut him off, “This is more than enough.”

“You should honestly be thanking Southwick,” He laughed, opening a drawer to pull something out, “Didn’t think the old bastard would actually give you the rank.”

Her words got caught in her throat when he placed the patch in front of her. ‘LT.' was staring back at her, and the shock of it all – the overwhelming feeling of happiness – stopped her from reacting in any sort of way.

She was frozen.

Unsure what to say, or do.

“Gotta sew it on,” the captain added, breaking the silence.

She only nodded, picking the rough patch up and admiring it as though it was made of gold. In her eyes, it might have as well been. Perhaps, to her, it was more valuable than any gems money could buy. This was all she’s dreamed of for the many months she’s been on base.

Acceptance.

Trust.

A sense of belonging.

She didn’t even notice her eyes filling with tears before a lone tear began to roll down her heated cheek. She quickly wiped it off with her fingers, and she wasn’t sure whether John noticed the stray tear, but if he did, he did not say a word.

She was happy, but then, she finally read the whole patch, ‘LT. DOE.”

“Doe?”

“Guess it’s Morris’ form of payback.” he explained, “They had to give you an actual name for the documents and chose the laziest one. Jane Doe; used as a placeholder name for unidentified persons.”

She hummed, “Better than three-two-six.”

A silent pause settled between them. And then-

“I guess congratulations are in order,” he chuckled in an effort to make her smile.

He achieved his goal. Her lips were pulled into a smile full of glee as she nodded, locking her eyes with his blue ones.

“Welcome to the Task Force... officially this time.”

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lizbethborden · 5 months

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Hi again! Yeah, from your bookshelf! You seem well informed and I wanna know the type of stuff you read and might recommend. I don't even know what to tell you for my interests because I feel like I'm just begining. Sorry I'm young and dumb still haha.

#1 you're not dumb and #2 nothing to apologize for :)

Here's some books I've got on my shelves or that I've read:

Men Who Hate Women: From Incels to Pickup Artists, Laura Bates

Pro: Reclaiming Abortion Rights, Katha Pollitt

Women, Race, & Class, Angela Davis

American Girls, Nancy Jo Sales

Lesbian Culture: An Anthology, eds. Julia Penelope and Susan J Wolf

Lesbian Studies, Margaret Cavendish

Hood Feminism, Mikki Kendall

Against White Feminism, Rafia Zakaria

Sister and Brother: Lesbians and Gay Men Write About Their Lives Together, eds Joan Nestle and John Preston

Another Mother Tongue, Judy Grahn

Aimee & Jaguar, Erica Fischer

Mouths of Rain: An Anthology of Black Lesbian Thought, ed. Briona Simone Jones

Same-Sex Unions in Premodern Europe, John Boswell

The Mary Daly Reader, eds. Jennifer Rycenga and Linda Barufaldi

Hidden from History: Reclaiming the Gay and Lesbian Past, eds. Martin Duberman, Martha Vicinus, George Chauncey Jr.

Testosterone Rex: Myths of Sex, Science, and Society, Cordelia Fine

Speaking Freely: Unlearning the Lies of the Father's Tongue, Julia Penelope

The Resisting Reader, Judith Fetterley

The Double X Economy, Linda Scott

Not That Bad: Dispatches from Rape Culture, ed. Roxane Gay

Home Grown: How Domestic Violence Turns Men Into Terrorists, Joan Smith

Intercourse, Andrea Dworkin

The Trials of Nina McCall: Sex, Surveillance, and the Decades-Long Government Plan to Imprison "Promiscuous" Women, Scott Stern

The Politics of Reality: Essays in Feminist Theory, Marilyn Frye

Only Words, Catharine A. Mackinnon

Everything Below the Waist: Why Health Care Needs a Feminist Revolution, Jennifer Block

Witchcraze: A New History of the European Witch Hunts, Anne Llwellyn Barstow

Cinderella Ate My Daughter: Dispatches from the Frontlines of the New Girlie-Girl Culture, Peggy Orenstein

Invisible Women: Data Bias in a World Designed for Men, Caroline Criado-Perez

Lesbian Ethics: Toward New Values, Sarah Lucia Hoagland

We Were Feminists Once: From Riot Grrrl to CoverGirl, the Buying and Selling of a Political Movement, Andi Zeisler

Of Woman Born: Motherhood as Experience and Institution, Adrienne Rich

On Lies, Secrets, and Silence: Selected Prose, Adrienne Rich

Feminism, Animals, and Science: The Naming of the Shrew, Lynda Birke

The Female Body in Western Culture: Contemporary Perspectives, ed. Susan Rubin Suleiman

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza, Gloria Anzaldua

Flesh Wounds: The Culture of Cosmetic Surgery, Virginia L Blum

Black Feminist Thought: Knowledge, Consciousness, and the Politics of Empowerment, Patricia Hill Collins

Pornland: How Porn has Hijacked our Sexuality, Gail Dines

Backlash: The Undeclared War Against American Women, Susan Faludi

From Eve to Dawn: A History of Women in the World, Marilyn French

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color, eds. Cherrie Moraga and Gloria Anzaldua

Seeing Like a Feminist, Nivedita Menon

With Her Machete In Her Hand: Reading Chicana Lesbians, Catriona Reuda Esquibel

The Disappearing L: Erasure of Lesbian Spaces and Culture, Bonnie J. Morris

Foundlings: Lesbian and Gay Historical Emotion before Stonewall, Christopher Nealon

The Persistent Desire: A Butch/Femme Reader, ed. Joan Nestle

The Straight Mind and Other Essays, Monique Wittig

The Trouble Between us: An Uneasy History of White and Black Women in the Feminist Movement, Winifred Breines

Right-Wing Women, Andrea Dworkin

Woman Hating, Andrea Dworkin

Why I Am Not A Feminist, Jessica Crispin

Sapphistries: A Global History of Love Between Women, Leila J Rupp

I tried to avoid too many left turns into my specific interests although if you passionately want to know any of those, I can make you some more lists LOL

I would suggest picking a book that sounds interesting and using the footnotes and bibliography to find more to read. I've done that a lot :) a lot of my books have more sticky tabs or w/e in the bibliography than in the text so I don't lose stuff I'm interested in.

Hope this helps!

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spaceagebachelormann · 25 days

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keeper of the lost cities

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ride the cyclone

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shadow and bone

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six of crows

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the outsiders

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the hunger games

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it (2017)

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the school for good and evil

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the land of stories

connor bailey, alex bailey, red riding hood, jack, goldilocks

scooby doo

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little women

jo march, amy march, beth march, meg march, laurie

dracula

dracula, lucy westenra, arthur holmwood, john seward, mina harker, abraham van helsing, renfield, quincey morris, jonathan harker

frankenstein

victor frankenstein, elizabeth lavenza, henry clerval, adam frankenstein, justine mortiz, ernest frankenstein, the bride

dr jekyll and mr hyde

henry jekyll, edward hyde, richard enfield, gabriel utterson, hastie lanyon, lucy harris

phantom of the opera

christine daaé, erik destler, raoul de chagney, meg giry, carlotta giudicelli

a good girls guide to murder

pippa fitz-amobi, ravi singh, naomi ward, cara ward, connor reynolds, jamie reynolds, nat da silva

the mighty ducks

charlie conway, adam banks, lester averman, guy germaine, connie moreau, fulton reed, dean portman, julie gaffney, ken wu, luis mendoza, dwayne robertson

monster high

frankie stein, draculaura, clawdeen wolf, cleo de nile, abbey bominable, ghoulia yelps, operetta, rochelle goyle, spectra vondergeist, elissabat, clawd wolf, deuce gorgon, heath burns, jackson jekyll, holt hyde, kieran valentine

the powerpuff girls

blossom utonium, bubbles utonium, buttercup utonium, brick jojo, boomer jojo, butch jojo

david bowie

david bowie, ziggy stardust, jareth, thomas jerome newton, celliers

sweeney todd

sweeney todd, anthony hope, mrs lovett, johanna todd

the rosewood chronicles

lottie pumpkin, ellie wolf, jamie volk, ollie moreno, raphael wilcox, anastacia alcroft leblanc, saskia san martin, lola tomkins, mickey tomkins, binah fae

hairspray

corny collins, link larkin, amber von tussle, tracey turnblad, penny pingleton, seaweed j. stubbs

attack on titan

eren yeager, mikasa ackerman, armin arlert, jean kirstein, sasha braus, connie springer, annie leonhardt, bertholdt hoover, reiner braun, hange zoe, levi ackerman, erwin smith, colt grice, niccolo, yelena, onyakopon, zeke yeager

daisy jones and the six

daisy jones, billy dunne, graham dunne, karen sirko, warren rhodes, pete loving/roundtree, eddie loving/roundtree, camila dunne, simone jackson

miscellaneous characters

sarah williams, bernard the elf, rodrick heffley, varian, lisa frankenstein, the creature (lisa frankenstein)

#marlee organization <3

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Of love, books and your smile

pairings : Eren x reader (Jean x reader, Eren x Historia)

Raiting: Mature

Modern AU, aged-up characters, strangers to lovers, falling in love, fluff

Summary: His name was on every book you borrowed. you have even made a habit of looking for it eacht time you chose one. Eren Jager a combination of letters you grew familiar with, but what happens when you finally meet the man in question.

A/N: this was previously published on AO3, the story is inspired by seiji's confession from whisper of the hearts.

Picture credits to the artist

Dividers by @cafekitsune

the list of chapters of this work

Chapter I Your name on my books

Chapter II Sweet coincidence

Chapter III It feels right

Chapter IV First date

Chapter V Historia

Chapter VI Late night conversations

Chapter VII It’s time to go

Chapter VIII First time

Chapter IX It’s easier with you

Chapter X Confrontation

Chapter XI Late night confessions

List of books mentionned in this story:

The moment Douglas Kennedy The city of fallen angels Berendt John Beloved Toni Morisson The stranger Albert Camus The poisonwood bible Barbara Kingsolver Out of Africa Karen Blixen 1984 George Orwell Before I go to sleep S.J Watson The barefoot queen Ildefonso Defalcones Cathedrale of the sea Ildefonso Defalcones Anna Karenina Leo Tolstoy A wrinkle in time Madeleine L'Engle the fall of berlin 1945 Antony Beevor the tattooist of Auschwitz Heather Morris to kill a mocking bird Harper Lee sister mine Tawny O’Dell the Prague cemetery Umberto Eco When the Dawn Breaks Emma Fraser My name is red Orhan Pamuk

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The Women’s Prize For Fiction 2023 Longlist Is Here!

I’m pretty sure that anyone who was reading my blog around this time last year will know that I follow the Women’s Prize for Fiction very closely. In fact, it’s the only book prize that I ever want to make the effort to read as much of the longlist as I can. So, this time of year is like bookish Christmas to me and I have been SO excited over the last couple of weeks during the build-up to this announcement.

For those of you who don’t follow it, the Women’s Prize for Fiction is an annual book prize given to a book written in English by a woman over the last year. The eligibility criteria is as follows:

It must be a full-length novel (no short story collections or novellas).

It must have been originally written in English (no translations).

It must have been published in the UK between 1st April of the year before the prize and 31st March of the year of the prize (so, this year’s eligibility period was between 1st April 2022 and 31st March 2023).

So, here is this year’s longlist!

I’m A Fan by Sheena Patel. Published by Rough Trade Books on 9th June 2022. Pod by Laline Paull. Published by Corsair on 7th April 2022. The Dog of the North by Elizabeth McKenzie. Published by 4th Estate on 7th March 2023. Fire Rush by Jacqueline Crooks. Published by Vintage on 2nd March 2023. Children of Paradise by Camilla Grudova. Published by Atlantic Books on 7th July 2022. Glory by NoViolet Bulawayo. Published by Vintage on 7th April 2022. The Bandit Queens by Parini Shroff. Published by Allen & Unwin on 2nd March 2023. The Marriage Portrait by Maggie O’Farrell. Published by Tinder Press on 30th August 2022. Homesick by Jennifer Croft. Published by Charco Press on 23rd August 2022. Cursed Bread by Sophie Mackintosh. Published by Penguin on 2nd March 2023. Black Butterflies by Priscilla Morris. Published by Duckworth on 5th May 2022. Trespasses by Louise Kennedy. Published by Bloomsbury on 14th April 2022. Memphis by Tara M. Stringfellow. Published by John Murray on 7th April 2022. Stone Blind by Natalie Haynes. Published by Mantle on 15th September 2022. Demon Copperhead by Barbara Kingsolver. Published by Faber and Faber on 18th October 2022.

I’ve watched a lot of prediction videos and I was pretty sure I had a good idea of what books we’d see on this list. Having just watched the official announcement of the 16 books on the longlist, I am FLABBERGASTED at how wrong everyone was!

Demon Copperhead is the only one I’ve already read and it definitely deserves to be there. Cursed Bread, Fire Rush and The Bandit Queens are on my TBR for this month anyway. I have copies of Trespasses, Stone Blind, The Marriage Portrait, Memphis, Glory, Pod and I’m A Fan, so will be getting to them as soon as I can. There are quite a few books on here that I’ve never even heard of, so that’s very exciting!

While I am quite sad not to see some of the popular predictions on here (Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow, Nightcrawling, A Spell For Good Things, Birnam Wood, Really Good Actually, The Rabbit Hutch), I am really intrigued to see how I get on with these books.

The shortlist of six books will be announced on 26th April, so I’ll be aiming to get as much of the longlist read before then as possible. The winner will be announced on 14th June, so you’ve got plenty of time to read them all before then, if that sounds like fun!

So, what do you think of the longlist? How many have you read? How many do you plan on reading? Are you as surprised as I am?! Now, go and read all the books, my lovely readers!

-Love, Alex x

#women's prize for fiction 2023 #women's prize for fiction longlist #women's prize for fiction #women's prize #books #bookworm

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Episode 170 - Gender Theory & Gender Studies

This episode we’re talking about Gender Theory & Gender Studies! We discuss theory vs studies, memes, feminism, books that should exist but don’t, and more!

You can download the podcast directly, find it on Libsyn, or get it through Apple Podcasts, Stitcher, Google Podcasts, or your favourite podcast delivery system.

In this episode

Anna Ferri | Meghan Whyte | Matthew Murray | Jam Edwards

Things We Read (or tried to…)

A Burst of Light by Audre Lorde

Histories of the Transgender Child by Jules Gill-Peterson

Before We Were Trans: A New History of Gender by Kit Heyam

Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity by Julia Serano

Queer: A Graphic History by Meg-John Barker and Jules Scheele

Beyond the Gender Binary by Alok Vaid-Menon

A Quick & Easy Guide to Queer & Trans Identities by Mady G. and J.R. Zuckerberg

Other Media We Mentioned

BITCHfest: Ten Years of Cultural Criticism from the Pages of Bitch Magazine edited by Lisa Jervis & Andi Zeisler

Body Outlaws: Rewriting the Rules of Beauty and Body Image edited by Ophira Edut

A Room of One’s Own by Virginia Woolf

Female Masculinity by Jack Halberstam

Whipping Girl: A Transsexual Woman on Sexism and the Scapegoating of Femininity by Julia Serano

Gender Outlaw: On Men, Women and the Rest of Us by Kate Bornstein

The Will to Change: Men, Masculinity, and Love by bell hooks

All the Rage: Mothers, Fathers, and the Myth of Equal Partnership by Darcy Lockman

For Her Own Good: Two Centuries of the Experts' Advice to Women by Barbara Ehrenreich and Deirdre English

The Argonauts by Maggie Nelson

X-Gender, vol. 1 by Asuka Miyazaki

A Quick & Easy Guide to They/Them Pronouns by Archie Bongiovanni and Tristan Jimerson

Feminism is For Everybody by bell hooks

Down Girl: The Logic of Misogyny by Kate Manne

A Girl's Guide to Taking Over the World: Writings From The Girl Zine Revolution edited by Karen Green & Tristan Taormino

Links, Articles, and Things

A small sample of Bibliocommons user-curated lists:

Early Feminism Through 1847

Feminist Classics: Third Wave Feminism, the 1990s

Trans Classics: important books about the many trans experiences

Very Short Introductions (Wikipedia)

TERF / FART / “Gender Critical”

Transgender Childhood Is Not a ‘Trend’ by Jules Gill-Peterson

Gill-Peterson is one of 1,000+ contributors to the New York Times who signed an open letter condemning the anti-trans bigotry in their coverage. Read it here.

Hark! Episode 330: Fucking Pie

20 Gender Theory/Studies books by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) Authors

Every month Book Club for Masochists: A Readers’ Advisory Podcasts chooses a genre at random and we read and discuss books from that genre. We also put together book lists for each episode/genre that feature works by BIPOC (Black, Indigenous, & People of Colour) authors. All of the lists can be found here.

Living a Feminist Life by Sara Ahmed

The Sacred Hoop: Recovering the Feminine in American Indian Traditions by Paula Gunn Allen

Borderlands/La Frontera: The New Mestiza by Gloria Anzaldúa

Decolonizing Trans/Gender 101 by b. binaohan

The Crunk Feminist Collection edited by Brittney Cooper, Susana M. Morris, & Robin M. Boylorn

Beyond Trans: Does Gender Matter? by Heath Fogg Davis

Women, Race & Class by Angela Y. Davis

Asegi Stories: Cherokee Queer and Two-Spirit Memory by Qwo-Li Driskill

Radicalizing Her: Why Women Choose Violence by Nimmi Gowrinathan

White Tears/Brown Scars: How White Feminism Betrays Women of Color by Ruby Hamad

Feminist Theory: From Margin to Center by bell hooks

But Some of Us Are Brave: All the Women Are White, All the Blacks Are Men: Black Women's Studies by Akasha Gloria Hull

Indigenous Men and Masculinities: Legacies, Identities, Regeneration edited by Robert Alexander Innes and Kim Anderson

Patriarchy Blues: Reflections on Manhood by Frederick Joseph

Hood Feminism: Notes from the Women That a Movement Forgot by Mikki Kendall

Sister Outsider: Essays and Speeches by Audre Lorde

This Bridge Called My Back: Writings by Radical Women of Color edited by Cherríe Moraga & Gloria Anzaldúa

Colonize This!: Young Women of Color on Today's Feminism edited by Bushra Rehman

I'm Afraid of Men by Vivek Shraya

Black on Both Sides: A Racial History of Trans Identity by C. Riley Snorton

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Join us again on Tuesday, March 21st when we’ll be talking about the Moving and Management of Books!

Then, on Tuesday, April 4th we’ll be discussing the genre of Domestic Thrillers!

#episodes #gender theory #gender studies #nonfiction

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Movies I watched this Week # 147 (Year 3/Week 43):

Loro ("Them"), my 7th decadent film by Paolo Sorrentino, the breakneck, modern-day Fellini. An epic, outrageous, over-the-top look into the outlandish life of charismatic billionaire king Silvio Berlusconi. MTV-style music video of power, sex, ultimate corruption and unlimited money. A sprawling saga of a modern day Citizen Kane, promiscuous, charming and greedy. As well as a young pimp who runs an escort service, and supplies him with a harem of girls.

I love noticing chronological symmetry in movies, for example, at the exact middle of the movie (starting at 1:11), there’s this central, electrifying scene of a telephone sales pitch, even better than DiCaprio selling 40,000 penny stock shares at 'The wolf of Wall Street'. Between serving as a prime minister and serving time, Tony Servillo's Berlusconi, the greatest salesman in Italy, is in a funk, and he needs to find his groove again. So late at night he opens a telephone book at random and calls some old lady from a listing, and in 6 minutes, he sells her an overpriced apartment that have not even been built yet. I wish I could find an isolated clip of that scene somewhere. Bellissimo!

And just today, I read about the real Berlusconi’s need to accumulate, his vast, 25,000 item art collection!

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"Fugayzi, fugazi. It's a whazy. It's a woozie. It's fairy dust..."

So - because of the scene above - I had to stop everything I do, and indulge, one more time with Scorsese's The wolf of Wall Street. A similarly decadent, excessive, cocaine-fueled roller coaster ride of money and addiction. With judge Fran Lebowitz, Spike Jonze as Dwayne, the broker above, and of course Palm Spring's Cristin Milioti as the first wife.

So far I’ve seen only about half of Scorsese’s 42 full features, so after ‘Flower moon’ I’m going to deep dive, and watch all the ones I’ve missed.

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Another film I’ve been re-watching over and over, Paweł Pawlikowski's heartbreaking romance Cold War. When I saw it the first time, I thought it was very complex (maybe I was stoned), but it's actually extremely simple, accessible and direct. Joanna Kulig's ethereal beauty and the powerful life force of her character 'Zula' are unforgettable. 10/10.

[Waiting for his next film, The island, with Joaquin Phoenix and Rooney Mara.]

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John le Carré X 3:

🍿 Errol Morris's most recent documentary, The Pigeon Tunnel, a lengthy conversation with the fascinating writer le Carré. Based on his auto-biography of the same name. It's mostly about deceit and betrayals, as well as his tortured relationship with his larger-than-life conman father, "Ronnie". Lots of elaborate re-enactments, staged and fanciful. My best friend Danny (RIP) used to be an avid le Carré reader and fan.

🍿 First watch: The masterful The spy who came in from the cold. The first classic film adaptation and based on his spectacularly successful debut novel. Double and triple crossing in the dark days of the cold War. It was supposed to be the Anti-James Bond, and established a prolific genre of 'Flawed Spies', "a bunch of seedy squalid bastards like me, little men, drunkards, queers, henpecked husbands, civil servants playing 'Cowboys and Indians' to brighten their rotten little lives." Magnificent Richard Burton play.

[I also have to dig in and do a Martin Ritt marathon one day!]

🍿 Tinker, tailor, soldier, spy (the 2011 film, not the Alec Guinness TV series): A slow, melancholic and perfectly atmospheric thriller, with an all-star cast (Including a cameo of le Carré himself! Photo Above). Gary Oldman's vacant gaze got me to want watching his complete filmography. Also, it's funny how many movies open or end with Charles Trenet's La Mer!

Superb! 9/10.

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2 horror films from British director Steve McQueen:

🍿 While waiting for his latest ‘Occupied City’, I caught his horrifying directorial debut Hunger from 2008. A re-telling of the 1981 Irish Hunger Strike, where 10 IRA volunteers starved themselves to death, as a protest against the British government. It is told from inside the prison cells. Very few films were able to transfer the horror and hopelessness of being abused by ruthless authorities like this one.

And in the middle of this gruesome narrative, there's an astounding scene, unbroken and shot with a static camera on Bobby Sands and a priest who came to see him, talking that lasts for 17 minutes. Simply amazing.

Best and most chilling film experience of the week.

Like Norm McDonald used to say (about Hitler): 'The more I learn about Margaret Thatcher, the more I don't care for her'.

🍿 Western Deep, a 2002 short, an near-abstract poem about the workers / slaves who work at the world's deepest gold mine in South Africa. Dark, jarring and claustrophobic. 1/10.

[Now that I've seen McQueen's 4 features, I have to move on to his 'Small Axe' television anthology.]

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My first 2 films by Romanian Cristian Mungiu:

🍿 His latest contemplative drama R.M.N. is set in a backwater multi-ethnic village in Transylvania, where long-simmering tensions erupt over questions of national identity, globalization, prejudices and xenophobia. It opens with pig slaughtering, and ends with an old man who hangs himself in the forest. It's harsh, and coarse, and repressive. But it's told in a sublime style. And in the middle of all the ugliness and misogyny, a woman practices her cello by playing Yumeji's haunting theme from 'In the mood for love'. 9/10.

🍿 So I finally also saw his highly-acclaimed 4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days from 2007, considered as 'one of the greatest films of the 21 century'. But the depressing story of a desperate young woman who's trying to obtain an illegal abortion in the last dark days of communist Romania, was as pleasant as a visit to Nicolae Ceaușescu's dungeon: Dingy, stressfully-ugly and miserable.

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“…Joey, do you like movies about gladiators?…”

Airplane!, another re-watch of this classic evergreen - the No. 1 modern American comedy on most lists? With cameos by Ethel Merman, young Mike Ehrmantraut and James Howe, one of the most prolific character actors of all time, as a Japanese general committing Harakiri. Isn't it strange that the guy who played Ted Striker never had a career in Hollywood after that?

Maybe it's time for Edgar Wright to re-make 'Airplane 2024!'?

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5 more by female directors:

🍿 Elaine May's Mikey and Nicky, a dark dialogue-rich, two-person crime drama about old friendship and betrayal over one long night in Philadelphia. John Cassavetes is a small-time hood with a contract out on his life. And Peter Falk is his lifelong friend who may or may not be trying to help him escape his fate. A nuanced portrayal of fragile masculinity.

🍿 The royal hotel, my second film by Australian Kitty Green, and also starring Julia Garner, playing another powerless young woman suffering male abuse and exploitation (after 'The Assistant'). Two young backpackers take a job at an outback bar, in "the middle of nowhere". A scary, ominous thriller with escalating threats and an uncomfortable sense of mortal danger. Too unpleasant for me - 4/10.

🍿 Bus Girl is the first film directed by Jessica Henwick, who plays the 2nd girl in 'The Royal Hotel'. A cute little culinary fantasy, shot entirely on a cell phone. 6/10.

🍿 Aurora’s Sunrise, my second Armenian film (after ‘The colour of pomegranates’). An adult animated feature about the Albanian genocide, through the eyes of a real life young woman, who survived the hellish years, and escaped to America, where she became celebrated Hollywood star in 1919, when she played herself in 'Carnival of souls'.

Ethnic cleansing, mass murder, exterminations, cruelty and hatred ... Armenians, Jews, Palestinians, Uygurs, American Indians, Tutsis... It's always the same fucking thing!

(Via).

🍿 Affairs of the Art, a British-Canadian craziness by Joanna Quinn, nominated in 2021 for best animated short. Spectacular and surrealistic visuals about a 59-year-old lady, a zany artist at heart, and her fully-eclectic family. Very Roald Dahl. 9/10.

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On the fringe, a recent Spanish social drama with Penélope Cruz. Stressful and depressive story about folks that are being evicted from their homes. Focus on grey, marginalized and helpless people, ground up by bureaucracy, nickel and dimed by poverty, lack of time and resources is a tough watch. Especially when the story is not wrapped up with optimism or a happy end. 6/10.

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“I’m glad we had this conversation…”

Viking, an alternative, "indie" science fiction allegory, scientifically naive, and featuring low-low tech and drama. An odd, simulated Canadian proximation. In spite of mirroring some scenes from '2001' and 'The Shining', it's not close to either one. Meh. 2/10.

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"Kill the wabbit!"

Chuck Jones's What's Opera, Doc?, considered to be the greatest animated short film of all time. A 7 minutes riff on Wagner's Nibelung and Disney's Fantasia, and the first cartoon short to be selected for preservation for the National Film Registry. With Mel Blanc and Elmer Fudd.

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... No fellow could ignore / The little girl next door / She sure looked sweet in her first evening gown / Now there's a charge for what she used to give for free ...

"Today, I learned" that satirist & mathematician Tom Lehrer is still alive, at ninety five! He was extremely popular in the 60's and basically retired in 1972. Also, that [like Jonas Salk] he transferred all the songs he ever recorded to the public domain - "For the greater good!"

In 1967, he recorded his excellent Copenhagen concert for posterity. Delightful!

2 extras: I got it from Agnes (which is about the spread of VD), and Bergman's actor Lars Ekborg’s singing I Tom Lehrers vackra värld in Swedish.

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The Insurrectionist next door, my first documentary by Alexandra Pelosi, Nancy's daughter. She was trying to humanize about a dozen individuals who participate in the January 6 attack, by befriending them and their their families, and by allowing all of them to explain that they were "just at the wrong place at the wrong time". In the end, it was just sad to see the poor children who had to cry goodbye when their father went to jail.

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(My complete movie list is here)

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Hello!!

I'm looking for anyone who would be interested in one of Jake Gyllenhaal's characters for a RP.

If your interested just inbox me 🖤

#jake gyllenhaal x reader #jake icons #jake gylenhall #jake gyllenhaal #jake imagines #prisoners 2013 #prisoner #jacob benjamin gyllenhaal #nightcrawler #louis bloom #the sisters brothers #john morris the sisters brothers #Mysterio #jack twist #detective david loki #david loki

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HUMBLE QUEST

HUMBLE QUEST, JJ MAYBANK X ROUTLEDGE!READER

APART OF THE HUMBLE QUEST SERIES

SUMMARY: after john b’s disappearance, and the death of her father, y/n routledge is on a humble quest trying to figure out where she went wrong, what she did to deserve this, and most of all, what the meaning behind humble was.

inspired by humble quest by maren morris

cw; the disappearance of john b & sarah, angst, swearing, slight mention of drugs and alcohol, & big john’s death! (let me know if i missed anything !!!)

lowercase is intentional! word count: 993

note: one of my fav tracks off of this album (literally my username) & i hope i did it justice. also she/her pronouns are used for the reader!!

STANDING BY THE SHORELINE, WITH THE WIND BLOWING AGAINST HER FACE,

y/n routledge could see the storm clouds coming in, darkening the entire island around her.

four days, 13 hours and 42 minutes since she last saw her brother, leaving on the boat the two practically lived on for their entire lives. it felt like an eternity since she last saw her older brother, and one of her good friends. she felt empty inside. the entire group were so caught up in getting the gold, they couldn’t see the storm that was brewing behind them.

“peaches we’ve gotta get inside.”the voice of jj maybank broke through the air, cutting the silence in half, but y/n didn’t budge, “c’mon, i’ll make you something to eat.”

it was silent between the two as jj stood next to the h/c girl, with bags under her e/c eyes. ones that hadn’t left since the day john b and sarah disappeared.

“he’s still out there.”y/n spoke up as the two started to feel raindrops on their skin, and a low rumble of thunder rang through the humid air, “i know he is and i’m not giving up until i find him and sarah.”

“they’re going to come back.”jj reassured her, before the rain started to get heavy, soaking the two, “c’mon, lets get in.”

jj guided the routledge girl towards the chateau, where they were greeted by silence, something that was unusual for the two. almost everyday for the past two years there has been some type of noise. wether that was the radio playing with some new country song, or kie and jj messing around with each other. it had never been this silent.

after guiding the girl towards the couch, jj walked into the kitchen before seeing the cabinets and fridge were completely empty, “actually, do you wanna stop by the wreck?”

“i’m not hungry.”her dull voice rang from the living room, and jj walked over to her with a concerned look coming across his face. crouching in front of the girl, jj cupped her cheeks, causing her e/c to bore into his blue ones.

“talk to me.”the simple three words spilled out of his mouth, and she could feel the walls she had built up starting to crumble below her, “i’m worried, hell all of us are worried about you.”

it was silence as y/n fought back tears, trying her best to not fall apart right then and there. she wanted to hold back the tears, something she had done since her father left and dcs got involved a few months back. holding up a wall, and biting her tongue was half of the battle.

“i can’t lose him.”she finally spoke up, with a tear slipping down her cheeks, “he’s the only person that i can trust that i have left.”

“i don’t know my purpose without following my older brother.”

stressfully running a hair through her h/c hair, she quickly stood up, and started to walk around the chateau, attempting to stop the tears that kept spilling.

“y/n i get it-”jj started, but was quickly stopped by the girl as she quickly grabbed her keys and cellphone, racing to find a way out of this mess.

“no jj you don't get it!”she snapped, before ripping the door open seeing pouring rain coming down, “nobody fucking gets it!”

and with that, the door slammed shut, before tires squealed out of the driveway, leaving jj maybank standing at the chateau alone.

with the radio shut off, and the only noise joining her was the rain that came down heavily on the roof. she sat alone in her thoughts, finding herself holding her breath, and realizing she didn’t actually know who she was.

as of late, she wasn't proud of herself. it seemed like as soon as her dad’s disappearance, she kept hitting her head on an invisible glass, poisoning herself on the daily with alcohol, and other substances she was too ashamed to tell her brother or the rest of the pogues about. the h/c girl pulled into an empty parking spot, and sat in front of the beach as she tried to figure out the last time she actually had a hold on her life.

she spent the last few months trying to find a line of fulfillment, and trying to not be full of herself, standing up against rafe cameron, speaking up about something that put her safety in jeopardy, and finally waking up, realizing that being polite wasn’t going to get you anywhere in life.

the youngest routledge felt like she was on a humble quest, trying not to hold her breath, entirely unsure if she would ever be able to find one.

y/n was a hell of a hassle, and she knew that, but didn’t understand any of it until now. it was like all the puzzle pieces were connecting, and everything started to make sense to her. her mind wandered, wondering if she had done her best the past few months, struggling with not only the loss of their mother still, but now the loss of their father.

“i’m on a humble quest.”y/n whispered to herself, realizing what everything meant.

“and damn i gotta do my best.”

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Somethin’ stupid

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=skbgBcaDK9E

*Not my gif, credit to original post*

Pairing: JJ Maybank x Female Reader

Summary: A song fic inspired by ‘Somethin’ Stupid’ by Frank Sinatra, covered by Chord Overstreet and Heather Morris in ‘Glee’

TW: Underage drinking, soft boi JJ ??, like one curse word

700+ words

A/N: I’m a dork and was listening to the Glee version of this song and thought of JJ lmao. I linked the song above if you want to listen while you read.

Despite being a pogue, you somehow managed to entrance anyone and everyone, kook, pogue, or touron. You had this certain quality about you that just made you attractive to other people. Kie was convinced that all the boys who pined after you during keggers at the boneyard simply liked your looks, as the boneyard was notorious for one and done hookups, you being no exception to that rule. Pope thought that people were attracted to your quick wit and smarts, your ability to keep a conversation going no matter the topic or person. John B thought that it was the way that you assumed the best in people, inviting them in, and letting them tear down their walls in front of you because you would never judge them. JJ knew that it was all of these reasons and more.

He was bewildered that you hung out with him and the rest of the pogues, mesmerized by you, thinking that you were too good for him. Why would someone who could have anyone that they wanted choose him? You had a slew of guys, all with more money, that would spend a night with you, so what did he have to offer you?

Seeing you dancing, alone, left him breathless. The swishing of your hips along with the thump of the music, the way your hair was messed up slightly by the breeze, everything about you was perfect to the blonde haired blue eyed boy.

You turned around, catching sight of JJ and smiling, ushering him over with the hand that wasn’t holding a red solo cup filled with beer. “Maybank, this is my jam so you better come and dance with me!” You yelled over at him causing him to buck up, put one foot in front of the other and meet you in the middle of the small group of people actually dancing at the boneyard. You grab his free hand, swinging it softly and twirling yourself every once and awhile.

“So, J, found a girl that you want to spend the night with yet?” You question innocently, catching him slightly off guard. Sure, he often had his own one night stands to keep his mind off you, but he never really wanted to spend the night with any of them. They simply filled a void.

“You.” JJ uttered before he was able to think twice about it, causing you to stop dancing and his cheeks to pink up considerably.

JJ knew that that line was cliche. He had thought about what suave line he would say to you a million times when he finally grew the balls to tell you how he felt. Of course, when he finally told you how he felt, though, he resorted to a line used on you probably by at least half the guys that hit on you at these parties. He swore he could see it in your eyes, you were turned off by his word, but of course who was he to expect you to leave the party with him and spend a night alone with him at the chateau. You’d probably just go off, find another guy of your choosing. Leave his bed smelling like your perfume. He could have spent a perfect night with you, under the stars, quietly pining, but instead he’d ruined it all by letting his feelings get in the way.

“JJ?” you question softly, placing your hand on his cheek to pull him out of his thoughts and get him to look at you. “I feel the same way,” you mumble, and you’re sure if you and JJ were any further apart, he wouldn’t have heard you.

For a second, JJ’s hesitant, unsure if you’re just telling him this to calm his racing heart and make him feel better about the whole situation. One look in your eyes, though, and he can see clear as day the nerves from your confession, mirroring his own. “Yeah?”

You nod slowly, and before you know it, JJ’s pressing a sweet but sloppy kiss on your lips, a shit-eating grin on his face when you pull away. JJ had to admit, all the years of pining and nerves were worth it for you.

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Chapter Eight: Piccadilly

This story will include mature themes, please only read if you are 18 years old or over.

If you are underage, you can read the Wattpad version instead as it will include no smut.

This is a work of fiction and does not represent the real Army.

Synopsis: A terrorist attack in Piccadilly Circus calls for reinforcements.

Pairing: John Price x Female!Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mention of imprisonment, use of weapons; guns, blood, explosions, mentions of war, and death.

Word Count: 4.2K

Note: Wtf is the colour of that stupid beanie??? I’ve been rewatching clips of him wearing it and I genuinely can’t tell. Is it dark grey? Dark Navy? Blue-ish grey? literally don’t know. This colour has been causing me more stress than my uni work. I’ve never had beef with a hat before, but this is genuinely pissing me off

Note 2: For those of you who have been reading this story before this chapter came out - I have changed a minor detail in chapter 6. Her patch now says ‘LT. DOE’ (instead of Lt. No-Face) as in ‘Jane Doe’ which is used for unidentified persons, because I realised she would need an actual name for documents and General Morris would never give her a better name lmao

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Her boots barely made a sound when she stepped over the lifeless body of a hostile. The darkness settled upon her as she stalked out of the room, only the shine of the moon lighting the way ahead.

The building was damp and cold, forcing her mask to be drawn over the bridge of her nose as the strong smell of growing mould invaded her senses. She would have coughed if the circumstances were different, but right now every sound she made – no matter how small and quiet – became a life-threatening risk.

Stepping out into the creaky corridor, she was careful to step only on the least rotting-like panels. Yet despite her efforts, the old wood still creaked under her weight as she moved along the highest floor in the building. Gently, she pushed open the door to one of the only rooms she had not yet inspected and moved in with her gun at the ready.

The laser attached to her barrel moved erratically around the run-down walls, but in the end, the room turned out to be empty. Not a soul in sight, with only her heavy, yet controlled breathing reaching her ears.

She let out a sharp breath and turned to walk back out, only to be met with the bewildered expression of a young man. He looked afraid but was quick to lift his gun and aim it her way.

Unfortunately for him, she was faster. Grabbing the barrel of his gun, she pulled him into the room and kicked him to the floor. He let out a pained groan, and she almost felt bad when she stood above him with her weapon raised before ultimately slamming the back of her gun against his head.

He went out like a light; his eyes closed, and arms went limp, his gun falling by his side with a loud thud. The sound was startling, and she turned still above his body, listening to any sounds within the building.

Seconds and minutes ticked by, and when no shuffle, no creek, and whisper reached her, her shoulders deflated. The tension left her body before she began to move along the cold corridors to check the remaining areas for any hostiles who might have still resided in the building.

She found no-one. The building was empty.

Clicking on button on the side of her comms, she spoke, “Building C is secure.”

“Copy,” John Price’s voice reached her through the earpiece, “Wiz, how copy?”

“B’s secure,” Southwick replied, “I’m working on the security. You know, for how shit this place looks, their computer system’s pretty good. But with my equipment, there’s nothing I can’t get into.”

“Alright,” The captain hummed, “No-Face, get on the roof.”

Her brows creased, but she did as asked anyway, “Roger.”

Pushing the shutters aside, she leaned out of the window, her body twisting at an awkward angle to look up, rather than down. She securely attached the heavy gun to the straps of her vest, and sat at the edge of the window, her fingers clenching and muscles tensing when she grabbed onto a plank of wood above her and pulled herself up.

Her handgun was pulled out in an instant when her eyes settled on a nearby body crouching down on a similar blank, just on the other side of the roof. He raised his hand in defence, but it was only when she noticed the boonie hat that she lowered her weapon.

“Almost shot you,” she commented whilst making her way towards him.

The corner of his lips lifted into a light smile, “Good thing you didn’t.”

She let out a soft hummed and crouched beside him, her hands grasping the sniper rifle that was already waiting for her arrival, “Would’ve taken your hat and ran,” she told him, “I’m not going back to that prison.”

He huffed out a small laugh, “If you like it so much, all you need to do is ask and I’ll get you your own.”

She made a displeased sound, “I don’t want it for myself, Price,” she shook her head, “I’d burn it.”

He sent her a look, and got ready to defend his honour, but was cut off by the sound of engines revving in the distance. “Wiz, your status?”

“I’m in.”

“Good. Now wait.”

“Copy.”

“No-Face,” John looked into the scope of his rifle, “You take the one on the left.”

With a nod, she looked through her scope and aimed her gun at one of the snipers below them. Their guns were also at the ready, but due to their lower position, they had no idea two highly trained soldiers also had their eyes on them.

Just as the headlights lit up the road, the captain’s phone began to buzz. He was quick to answer, and thanks to the silence that surrounded them, she too could hear the voice that echoed from his phone.

“John?” A female voice spoke, a voice she very clearly recognised.

“Laswell,” he kept his voice low.

“Where are you?”

He took in a small breath, readying himself as the cars began to near the infiltrated base, “Occupied.”

“I’ve got a problem.”

His eyes narrowed, “Russians?”

“Word travels fast,” she confirmed, “Chemical weapons have fallen into terrorist hands. They could be anywhere. Paris, New York...”

“London,” he said whilst nodding, a silent signal to shoot.

With a press to the trigger, both hostile snipers were thrown to the ground as the bullets struck their heads, their rifles falling from their hands in the process.

“Wiz, now,” No-Face told him through the comms, and as the gate began to open, both her and John stood back on their feet.

“When can you brief?” Laswell asked.

“We just did.”

With that, the call was ended, and the two watched as the cars drove through the open gate and into the base. British soldiers then marched out of the vehicles, rushing to further secure the area from any incoming hostiles.

“Good job,” John complimented, firmly patting her shoulder.

“Thank you, sir,” she sent him a warm smile, “You, too.”

With a thankful nod, he gestured for her to follow. Using a ladder at the side of the building, the two were off in no time. They successfully evaded the medics that attempted to stop them; they had no wounds, at least nothing more than a couple of bruises.

Price’s steps had a feeling of urgency in them. He marched through the run-down base and towards one of the generals, where they spoke in low tones, so no soldier would hear what was being shared between them.

“What’s going on?” Thomas questioned stepping beside her.

“Laswell called,” She told him and crossed her arms over her chest, “Think we’re going to London.”

He frowned and his brows knit, “We’re bringing the war home?”

“The war’s already there.”

Her knee suddenly popped when she stretched her leg in the cramped car. Thomas’s head snapped in her direction in an instant, and the expression he held on his face looked more offended by the sound than it ever did by any friendly insults she threw his way.

“Can you not?” He spat, visibly uncomfortable by the sound.

Despite letting out a tired sigh and wanting nothing more than to stretch her other leg, she nodded. Her only hope was that they were close to their destination so she could get out of the loud vehicle.

“Cheers,” he grinned at her, then directed his attention at John, who clutched the wheel tightly in his hands, “Sir, is that a new hat?”

“Focus, Southwick,” Was the captain’s response.

He didn’t cease his talking, however. Instead, he lowered his voice so that only she could hear the words that left his mouth, “It is,” he told her, “The colour’s not as faded, and it doesn’t have a hole in it.”

“Do you just stare at his hat whenever he’s around?” she questioned with raised brows.

“You don’t?”

“Depends on which one he’s wearing,” she answered truthfully, earning a nod from her friend.

When she looked back up, her eyes caught his in the rear-view mirror. They creased as he smiled, and she didn’t stop herself from mirroring the soft expression he sent her.

She remembered the day he bought the hat as clearly as though it had happened yesterday. It was about a week into their shared time on Leave, and he decided to take her to town. She was apprehensive at first, the thought of being surrounded from every corner by hundreds of people only flaring up her anxiety. But with some persuasion and promise he would be there the entire time – not that he could leave, but his words of assurance were welcome – she relented.

It was awful at first. She couldn’t shake off the feeling everyone around her was staring; glaring at her. She was latched onto his arm just like the time at the beach, and upon feeling how nervous she was beside him, he pulled into a secluded shop he knew would have little to no customers.

It was quaint and silent; a breath of fresh air from the overcrowded little town. It was the type of shop that had everything and nothing at the same time – from crystals to cigarettes and from cheap necklaces to clothes.

“You alright?” he made sure to ask, his blues ever so concerned about her well-being.

She assured him with a quiet hum as her eyes closed in relief, “Thank you.”

“’Course,” he rubbed her upper back comfortingly, his hand guiding her further into the shop so they wouldn’t block the entry for other customers.

The new atmosphere did well to calm her down, her anxiety lessening the longer they remained in the small shop. Her hand trailed along a small table, where crystals of all colours were stood proudly on display. Some were pink, some purple and a few even a beautiful, deep black.

Her fingers gravitated towards the small pink ones, which she picked up and carefully examined in her palm. It was cool against her skin, and although the corners of the stone were a little jagged, it still felt smooth to the touch. It was a pretty pink; almost pastel, not the type to blind you, but rather soothe you when needed.

“That’s a rose quartz,” an old lady, who sat behind the counter, told her with a gentle smile, “Symbolises unconditional love, that one. Only a pound, too!”

No-Face placed the crystal back down on the table and swiftly moved away. The rack of clothes was next; by gently dragging her fingers along the material, she checked the roughness, or perhaps the softness of the clothing. There was nothing there that caught her attention, really. Nothing that she would like to put on herself – the colours were either too bright, or the material too rough against her skin.

She was about to pull away and move to another part of the shop before her eyes landed on a soft, cotton hat right above her. Her arm had to stretch for her grab it, but once she did, she placed it on the captain's head with an amused chuckle.

“Really?” he raised a brow as his arms crossed over his chest.

The corners of her lips curled into a wide smile, “Don’t like it?”

“It’s hot pink.”

She looked at him with a thoughtful expression, and then took the hat off him, only to replace it with a bright red one instead. The look on his face was comical, and she couldn’t help but laugh when his eyes narrowed and he bit on the inside of his cheek.

“I think it looks perfect,” she told him with a tilt of her head.

“No,” he disagreed, but did not remove the beanie, “I look like Papa Smurf.”

“Who?”

He was quick to pull out his phone and type the name into the search engine, showing her the blue character with a white beard and a bright red hat covering his head. Her hand flew to her mouth, and a snort escaped her before she managed to stop it. She turned away from him, but her shaking shoulders betrayed her laughter, yet his face could not be any more deadpanned than it was in that moment.

“You done?” He let out an exasperated breath.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” She raised her hands in mock defence and turned back to look at him. Her teeth were digging into her bottom lip to stop more laughs from rolling out of her throat, “Here.”

She took the hat off him once again and placed it back in its original position. Then, as her eyes scanned the clothes once more, she perked up.

“How about,” she grabbed one more beanie off the shelf and presented it to him, “this one? It would match your uniform.”

“That one’s better,” he admitted with a hum, “But I don’t need a new one right now.”

“Oh,” her smile fell.

“What is it?”

“Well,” she took in a breath, “I wanted to get you something... a little ‘thank you’ gift.”

“Oh,” he scratched his beard, “You don’t have to.”

“But I want to... John,” her eyes were pleading as she looked at him.

He couldn’t say no, really. Not when the thought of getting him something made her this happy.

“Alright.”

“Really?” her mood seemed to brighten instantly when he nodded, “Alright, but you’re gonna have to show me how this card works. I haven’t gotten the chance to use it yet.”

He did show her. He helped her throughout the exchange. And even now, three months later, when her eyes settled on the dark, navy-blue beanie, she couldn’t help but smile.

The moment of happiness was cut short, as just when their eyes locked again, a far-away explosion caused them all to tense up in their seats. A bright light lit up the dark sky like a flare, causing screaming and crying to echo throughout the city.

The car sped up then, although the sudden panic did not make it easy for them to arrive at the destination. Even though Piccadilly Circus was still miles away from where they were, people were already running around in alarm. Some civilians were getting in their car and driving the other way, others were crying on their phone with their families, and some were running down the street with fear in their eyes.

It was havoc.

The influx of Police cars driving to the scene did not make their journey much easier. It felt like hours, but must have been only about ten minutes later, that they finally made their way to the road junction and jumped out of the vehicle.

Their rifles were held high, and bullets began to rain in seconds of their boots hitting the ground. The terrorists were relentless, and when No-face shot at a man running their way, they were blinded by his vest exploding mere metres away from them.

“Suicide bombers,” John spoke gruffly, his teeth gritting as they approached a tall building with the entrance blocked off by a metal of sorts. A man was by it, pushing the scrap with his shoulder when a hostile ran his way, a knife ready in his hands.

He blocked him, but the captain was faster. The bullet was lodged in the man’s brain before he got the chance to fully get out of the building and attack the soldier.

“Blue! Blue!” he yelled with his hand out towards the trio.

“I see you. You armed up?” Price approached the young soldier and waved off the two.

No-Face and Thomas shared a look and exchanged a quick nod before moving in separate directions. The bullets were still raining from both sides. The terrorists shot at the police, and the officers were sure to retaliate in a similar manner.

The blood painted the ground like a biblical flood, coating her leather boots with a dark-red layer that she knew would be a nightmare to was off. She crouched behind a ruined car, using the bent metal of the door as a shield and shooting at the hostile men through the smashed window.

It was carnage.

Death intoxicated the air with its putrid smell, settling on the inside of her throat and clogging up her airways. It felt like tar was sliding down her throat, the smoke from the multiple explosions enveloping him in an unwelcome hug.

She coughed and moved her mask to the side to spit out the thick saliva that gathered on her tongue. It was disgusting. Vile, even.

She heard a scream in the distance. A young woman, with blood covering the side of her head cried as a hostile began to make his way in her direction.

Without much thought, she sprang into action and sprinted to her. Shooting at the hostile, she pulled her by a wall shielding with a metal bin. She clung onto No-Face's arm as though her life depended on it, and in a way it did. Her exposed knees were scraped, her ankle swollen, and the non-bloody side of her head was beginning to bruise.

“Are you alright?” she raised her voice, speaking through the loud sirens and gunshots that surrounded them.

“My head-” an explosion, “It hurts.”

The gunshots suddenly ceased. She stayed there for a little while longer, her arm wrapping securely around the woman’s shoulder as she made sure the area was finally secure. She pulled her to her feet then, and helped her walked as she searched for a medic.

Thankfully, an ambulance was stood mere metres away, and once a paramedic saw her with the young woman on her arm, he rushed to her side. The civilian was taken off her hands in almost an instant, first-responders rushing around her with urgency.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

The building, which he had watched Price enter with an unknown soldier was now on fire, and she had no doubt that was where the explosion had come from. Her heart felt like it could jump out of her chest, and she wasted no time in walking towards the firefighters who were trying to put out the smouldering fire.

Please don’t be dead. Please. Please. Please-

“No-Face,” a familiar voice caught her attention.

Thomas was stood beside her with a bandage covering his upper bicep. His skin was coated in blood, some of it soaking into and painting his military clothing a frightening red.

“Thomas,” she approached him with quick steps, “Are you alright?”

“Just a flesh wound,” he assured her with a pat to her shoulder, “You seen Price, though?”

She shook her head, “No. I was hoping you have.”

“Shit.”

“Did he say anything on the comms?” she questioned.

He shrugged, “Don’t know, I got a little distracted.”

“Well, fuck,” she looked around wildly, her eyes widening in fright, “You don’t think he-”

His expression mirrored hers, but then he shook it off, “What- no! Nah, definitely not. He’s gotta be-”

“Southwick get back to the medics,” A sudden order made them both turn, “You’re bleeding through.”

There, in all his uninjured glory, stood Price with his hands holding onto his vest. His brows were raised at them both, but he was most focused on the bloody bandage on Thomas’s shoulder. The soldier soon followed his line of vision and cursed, grabbing onto his injury and making his way back to the busy responders.

“Thought you died in there,” she told him with a grumble, her feet springing to action as he began walking. He sent her an apologetic look, though his eyes quickly settled on the soldier he met prior, “What are you thinking?”

“Not sure yet...” he said.

London wasn’t a pretty sight at that moment. Dead bodies, covered with white sheets, littered the bloody ground, and sirens wailed all around them. It was devastating, and she could almost feel the sadness – the loss – filtering the air.

“You saved lives today, sergeant,” John spoke as they approached the young soldier.

He was facing away from them, but even from this angle she could see the sour – almost furious – look on his face. He shook his head, “This shouldn’t have happened in the first place, sir.” He grumbled, “They sent us in half-assed, so everyone can just keep pretending we’re not at war.”

John’s hands were back up, slotting underneath his vest, “Yeah, lie of the fuckin’ century, that is.”

“Then why have we got our hands tied? Let’s just take the bloody gloves off and fight...” the sergeant turned to look at the captain, “sir...”

“Go on.” His voice was soft, like the many times he was with her when she opened up to him; when she showed vulnerability.

“We don’t stand a chance in hell with these rules of engagement, captain,” his voice was steady as he spoke, though the frustration was clear in his tone, “They can tell us where, they can tell us when... don’t tell us how. My men were tracking that cell for weeks.”

Price took a step closer and lowered his tone, “You had actionable intel on this?”

“Quite a bit, sir,” He admitted.

“Okay, Garrick,” John nodded as his phone began to buzz, “You’re with me.”

He answered the call and then walked away without a word, leaving the two alone in the midst of the quietening havoc. The sergeant’s eyes still held anger, but a certain hope was now residing in them as well.

“If there’s one thing I know about Price,” she began, gaining the younger man’s attention, “He’s gonna get shit done... no matter what.”

He knit his brows, eyes trailing Price’s figure before returning to her, “You think he’s gonna do something about… this?” he questioned sceptically.

She hummed in confirmation, “I’m sure of it. What’s your name?”

“Garrick,” he wet his lips, “Kyle Garrick, ma’am.”

“That what they call you?” she questioned, “No nickname I should know about?”

He nodded, “Gaz.”

“Ah,” she huffed out a silent laugh, “Knew it. No-Face,” she held out her hand towards him, which he shook in a greeting.

“Lieutenant,” a sudden voice interrupted the two.

A military medic was running towards them with a limp in his step. Blood was coating his uniform, and he himself had a bandage wrapped around his forearm. Sweat was dripping furiously down his temple, and he wiped it off once he finally reached her.

“There’s a civilian,” he panted, “Said she needs to speak with you.”

Her eyebrow raised in surprise, but more so confusion. She didn’t say anything. She didn’t question the medic. Instead, she wordlessly followed him to a bright ambulance which stood not too far from where she was stood with Gaz.

The bright and colourful light from the sirens was almost blinding, reflecting off the puddles on the ground and the windows in the buildings around them. But she wasn’t much focused on them, but rather the woman who was sitting on the back on the vehicle with a man by her side.

The same woman from before, she realised. The woman she pulled to safety when a hostile had a gun aimed right at her. She was the one who asked for her, and for a strange reason, all No-Face could feel was dread.

Had she done something to hurt her?

God, was she about to get fired?

No.

Positive thoughts.

You’ve done nothing wrong.

“Miss,” the medic called, stopping in front of her with No-Face by her side.

The woman looked relieved, and although her body ached, she rid of the blanket that enveloped her shaking body and threw her arms tightly around her. Her embrace was tight – grateful. She was crying in her shoulder as quiet and desperate ‘thank you’s left her lips.

“You saved me, thank you! I- thank you so fucking much,” She sobbed.

No-Face wasn’t exactly certain what to do, but seeing as her arms were still holding tightly onto her, she returned the bone-crushing hug. She patted her upper back in the same manner John Price had done for her before, and only pulled away once the woman showed signs of wanting to do so.

“Thank you,” she said one more time before moving to the man.

He, too, showed his gratitude for her heroic actions, and kissed his lover’s temple whilst pulling her away from the scene.

She was still stood there, frozen, for a little while longer. Lost in her own thoughts.

Until she felt a figure stand behind her. She knew who it was without even having to turn around, “I’m not used to it.”

She looked at him over her shoulder and watched as John Price responded with a questioning tilt of his head.

“Getting thanked; I’m not used to it. Don’t think I ever will be.” she confessed.

“You saved her life,” he said, “An action worth gratitude.”

“Maybe,” she looked down at her feet, “Doesn’t take away from all the lives I’ve taken, though.”

He hummed, “No, it doesn’t, but it’s a step in the right direction.” He paused and placed a hand on her shoulder, “Now, I’m not saying you should forget about the crimes you’ve committed... but I think it’s time you forgive yourself, yeah? Can’t live like this for the rest of your life.”

She thought over his words, and although she knew he was right, it was still difficult to accept his words. “I’ll try,” she told him.

He squeezed her shoulder, and when she looked up at him, he had a smile already plastered on his face, “That’s all I ask.”

A/N- Tumblr picks and chooses who I can and cannot tag sometimes, so it’s possible some people might not have been properly tagged in previous chapters. Idk why this happens I’m sorry :((

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My list of X-Files inspired BBC Sherlock fic prompts

I recently finished reading @88thparallel‘s fabulous “Written in Ashes”, a BBC Sherlock fic inspired by the X-Files episode Demons. I’m a huge X-Files fan myself, and the idea of adapting an XF story into a Sherlock one sent me down a rabbit hole. I decided to compose a list of ideas, all up for grabs, for X-Files plots that can be adapted in interesting ways to a BBC Sherlock casefics.

Below you’ll find a list of X-Files episode with their original description, and some suggestions based on my knowledge of the two shows of what makes the plot an interesting one to write. As I mentioned, these ideas are PROMPTS, suggestions - feel free to write them. In fact it’ll be my honor! Let me know if and when you do (I might even create a collection for them in AO3).

Ice (1x07) - Mulder and Scully investigate the death of an Alaskan research team. Isolated and alone, the agents and their accompanying team discover the existence of extraterrestrial parasitic organisms that drive their hosts into impulsive fits of rage. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: extreme nature adventures (mountains, snow, remote research facilities); isolated together with strangers in a distant location (Ice was supposed to be a bottle episode); a lot of suspense as Mulder and Scully’s trust in each other is put to the test (a handgun showdown), physical inspections rife with sexual tension, ooo!

Darkness Falls (1x19) - Mulder and Scully are called in to investigate when a team of loggers disappear without a trace. Initially suspecting eco-terrorism, the agents find themselves trapped by a seemingly ancient menace lurking in the woods. According to Wikipedia, “Chris Carter was inspired to write this episode based on an interest in dendrochronology (sic? that’s how it’s spelled in wikipedia), a subject that involves analyzing annual growth rings found in non-tropical tree species.” An interesting topic to develop! Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Just like in Ice, opportunity to write magnificent nature descriptions; also like in Ice, Mulder and Scully have to fend to themselves against the ‘others’; wonderful quotes such as “Rugged manly-men. In the full bloom of their manhood.” and “Come on, Scully. It'll be a nice trip to the forest." A Three Garridebs moment could work here!

Pusher (3x17) - Ah, Pusher. An early Vince Gilligan classic! Mulder and Scully’s assistance is requested for a case involving a man, who goes by the pseudonym "Pusher", seemingly capable of bending people to his will. The suspect uses his mysterious abilities to manipulate Mulder into a dangerous end game. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Many parallels can be found between Modell and Eurus and or Moriarty; the game of cat and mouse in hopes of luring Mulder as the end game is quite similar to the TFP/TGG; the final game of Russian roulette with Mulder at the end is a classic MSR scene which could be lovely to write for John and Sherlock (Gillian is amazing with that One Tear™ while she threatens Modell); an opportunity to instill a fear of a very specific shade of blue in your readers; a chance of a sequel, since Modell returns with a vengeance in Kitsunegari.

Jose Chung's From Outer Space (3X20) - Mulder and Scully hear, and promptly investigate, a story about an alien abduction of two teenagers. Each witness provides a different version of the same facts. Within the episode, a thriller novelist, Jose Chung, writes a book about the incident. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Humor! Lots and lots self-aware, meta-type inner-jokes humor as an observant book writer describes Mulder/Sherlock’s many weird traits.

Avatar (3x21) - Assistant Director Walter Skinner is accused of murdering a prostitute, Mulder and Scully investigate to determine the truth behind what happened. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A fine chance to turn Skinner into Sholto or one of John’s other army friends (Skinner discusses trauma from his days in Vietnam in this episode, which could be adapted to Afghanistan). John Asks for Sherlock’s help on behalf of Sholto/said friend and there’s a thrilling prospect of some good old jealousy :) *After writing this I kinda fell in love with this idea and I might attempt writing this, but I’m absolutely not claiming this exclusively! If you like the idea go ahead!

Paper Hearts (4X08) - Another Vince Gilligan episode, my go-to one these days for when I miss the show and need a good dose of Mulder and Scully. I can go on and on about why I love this episode but I’ll spare you from that right now ;) Mulder and Scully find that a child killer who Mulder had helped to apprehend several years earlier had claimed more victims than he had confessed to; and in the resulting investigation, learn that the killer is now claiming to have killed Mulder's sister Samantha. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The Alice in Wonderland theme in the episode is somewhat reminiscent of the Hansel and Gretel theme from TRF so Moriarty could be one way to go; another way to go is have Eurus as a villain in a TFP plot fix-it (if you find the Sherrinford plot exaggerated), with Sherlock’s hope of finding Victor’s body by the end of the game.

Zero Sum (4x21) - In the episode, a case Mulder is asked to investigate is covertly covered up by the agents' boss Walter Skinner, who has made a sinister bargain with The Smoking Man. Scully is missing in this episode (Mulder cites her cancer treatments; Gillian Anderson was filming something else at the time). Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A wonderful opportunity for a Lestrade-as-Skinner story! (and you’re given a fine chance to write a Lestade naked with nothing but pants situation); Mulder is a bit lost without Scully in this episode so that’s added background Johnlock angst; the story can happen when John is away, either during his honeymoon or after Mary dies.

The Pine Bluff Variant (5x18) - This is an underrated episode which I quite like, personally. Scully grows suspicious of Mulder when she thinks he may be helping a terrorist organization. Scully begins to wonder if he is now a traitor to the FBI. It is eventually revealed that Mulder is working as a mole in the group, and he is trying to stop them before they are able to use a biological weapon—that may have been created by members of the U.S. government—which causes rapid degeneration of human flesh. Cool plot points you might enjoy: alternating POVs between Sherlock and John; a lot of tension between John and Sherlock while John is suspicious; Mycroft recruiting Sherlock to appear as a traitor.

Triangle (6x03) - What can I possibly say about Triangle that hadn’t been said before? Cool plot points you might enjoy: An AU-within-AU opportunity - a chance for John and Sherlock to meet in a WW2 era, saved by rebel-Nazi Lestrade, Sherlock’s irregulars are The Lone Gunmen, a kiss, a punch, “You’re my one in five billion” (remember when there 5 billion people on this planet?) :) If you do write this, please make sure present John and past John pass each other by and get a strange, tingling sensation as a result! It’s one of my favorite scenes in the entire show.

Dreamland I & II (6x04 and 6x05) - Mulder and Scully visit Area 51. But when the agents witness the flight of a mysterious craft, Mulder and a member of the Men in Black switch bodies, unbeknownst to the others. In part two, Scully begins to suspect that her partner's strange behavior is more than it appears to be, while Mulder fights to return his life to normal before it is too late. Cool plot points you might enjoy: Humor, humor and more humor. Mostly Morris Fletcher trying to bed John (=Scully) who promptly pulls a gun on him. That should be an awesome scene to write in and of itself. And let’s not forget “Lately, for lunch, you've been having this six-ounce cup of yogurt, plain yogurt, into which you stir bee pollen because you're on a bee pollen kick even though I tell you you're a doctor and you should know better.“ as well as “I’d kiss you if you weren’t so damn ugly.”

Tithonus (6x09) - Another underrated episode. I think it deals with the theme of death’s inevitability rather beautifully. Scully learns that she, but not Mulder, is being given a chance to prove her worth at the FBI, and—paired with a new partner—she investigates a crime scene photographer with an uncanny knack for arriving just in time to see his victims' final moments. What she does not expect, however, is for Death to play a role himself. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: John exploring on his own, for one reason or another, attached to another investigator (things happen!); this episode further explores a theory referred throughout the show since Clyde Bruckman’s Final Repose, that Dana Scully is immortal (she seems to avoid death in this episode as well). It’s an Appointment in Samarra sort of story.

Monday (6x15) - Mulder and Scully are stuck in a deadly time loop. It’s a story that writes itself! Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Sherlock or John having a really bad morning, over and over again.

Alpha (6x16) - Mulder and Scully investigate several killings blamed on an Asian dog called the Wanshang Dhole, thought to be extinct. Mulder and Scully join an obstinate Sheriff, a seemingly eccentric hunter, and a reclusive canine expert to find it. However, there is more mystery to the expert than meets the eye. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: I enjoy this episode because it has some gentle but obvious MSR moments. Scully is suspicious (and low-key jealous) of Karin Berquist’s involvement in the case and it colors her opinion of the investigation. A key quote in this episode, preformed softly and beautifully by Gillian, is: “She's enamored of you Mulder. Don't underestimate a woman. They can be tricksters, too.”

The Unnatural (6x17) - This is a weird ass episode, let’s admit it. This is DD’s love story to baseball and it’s silly and sometimes boring/slow. BUT, it has lovely MRS moments. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: The structure of story within a story (Mulder retells his time spent with Arthur Dales who tells him the story of Josh Exley) is interesting enough. The opening and closing scenes are lovely as well of course!

X-Cops (7x12) - Mulder and Scully are interviewed for the Fox reality television program Cops during an X-Files investigation. Mulder, hunting what he believes to be a werewolf, discovers that the monster terrorizing people instead feeds on fear. While Mulder embraces the publicity of Cops, Scully is more uncomfortable about appearing on national television. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: It’s your chance to write a Sherlock crossver fic about an X-Files crossover episode. If that’s not cool, I don’t no what is.

Hollywood A.D. (7x18) - Let’s admit it, Hollywood A.D is not a good episode, as funny as it is. This episode was one of the first signs the show had lost its edge, possibly because they thought this would be their truly-this-time last season. However, it IS funny and gave rise to fans claims that by this point, Mulder and Scully were Definitely Sleeping Together. Wayne Federman, an entrepreneurial Hollywood producer and college friend of Walter Skinner picks up the idea for a film based on the X-Files, however Mulder and Scully find that the level of realism in their fictional portrayal is somewhat questionable. Meanwhile, during the filming of the movie, Mulder and Scully research the mysterious "Lazarus Bowl", an artifact that supposedly has the exact words that Jesus Christ spoke to raise Lazarus from the dead recorded on its surface. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: Lots of inner-jokes and crack humor, many fluffy moments, the chance to imagine who’ll play Lestrade, Sherlock and John in a BBC Film, Lazarus could refer to The Fall(!), which could be the plot to said film.

The X-Files: I Want to Believe - Mulder and Scully have both left the FBI, but when an FBI agent is mysteriously kidnapped, and a former priest who has been convicted of being a child molester claims to be experiencing psychic visions of the endangered agent, they reluctantly accept the FBI's request for their paranormal expertise. I know, I know. Don’t look at me like that. I didn’t like it either at first, but a) compared to the revival seasons, it’s not that bad and b) in terms of established relationship angst, it’s a fucking goldmine. Cool plot points you might enjoy writing: A chance to write a post-recent-retirement fic for Sherlock and John, with a lot of tension in their established relationship based around John’s reluctance to return to their lives as investigators. IWTB has quotes like “This isn't my life anymore, Mulder. I'm done chasing monsters in the dark.” and “This stubbornness of yours, it's why I fell in love with you.” So there! Don’t dismiss the idea so quickly!

Wow, this turned out longer than I expected! I hope you liked them, and even if you don’t write anything - I definitely enjoyed this exercise.

My finished fics are ready to be read on AO3 :)

#bbc sherlock #sherlock fic #sherlock fic prompts #x-files #the x files #sherlock/x-files crossovers #john watson #sherlock holmes #dana scully #fox mulder

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noxleyfin · 4 years

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FANDOM LIST

These are the fandoms and characters (And Ships!) I will write for!

- THERE WILL BE PLATONIC AND FAMILIAL SHIPS AND THEY WILL BE SPECIFIED! NO INCEST! - I SUPPORT ANY TYPE OF SHIP (Gay/Lesbian/LGBTQ+) SO REQUEST AWAY!

For any reason, if a fandom or character (is)...

CROSSED OUT! I no longer write for that fandom or character.

HAS A “:3″ NEXT TO IT! It is one of my top and favorite fandoms or characters.

Without further a do, here are the lists (in alphabetical order!)

CRIMINAL MINDS

(:3)Spencer Reid x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Derek Morgan x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Penelope Garcia x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Emily Prentiss x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Jennifer "JJ" Jareau x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

BAU Team x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Spencer Reid x Derek Morgan

Masterlist

DETROIT: BECOME HUMAN

Connor x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Hank x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

General Characters (Police) x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

GLEE

(:3) Mike Chang x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

General Characters (Glee Club) x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

HARRY POTTER (:3)

Golden Age:

Harry Potter x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Ron Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Hermione Granger x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Bill Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Charlie Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Percy Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Fred Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

George Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Weasley Twins x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Ginny Weasley x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Seamus Finnegan x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Dean Thomas x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

(:3) Neville Longbottom x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Cedric Diggory x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Oliver Wood x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Luna Lovegood x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Golden Trio x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Weasley Family x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Seamus x Dean

Marauders Era:

James Potter x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Remus Lupin x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sirius Black x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Marauders x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

LES MISERABLES

Enjolras x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Eponine x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Courfeyrac x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Grantaire x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Gavroche x Reader (ONLY Kid Love! Platonic! Familial!)

Barricade Boys (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

MARVEL (AVENGERS)

Bucky Barnes x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Steve Rogers x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sam Wilson x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Natasha Romanoff x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Peter Parker x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Team Cap x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Avengers x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

MAZE RUNNER (SCORCH TRIALS/DEATH CURE)

Thomas x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Newt x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

(:3) Minho x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Winston x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Gally x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Chuck x Reader (ONLY Kid Love! Platonic! Familial!)

Zart x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Jeff x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Clint x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Glader Boys x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

MERLIN (:3)

Merlin x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Arthur Pendragon x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sir Leon x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sir Elyan x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sir Lancelot x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sir Percival x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sir Gwaine x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Guinevere x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Morgana x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Mordred x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

General Characters (Knights) x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Merlin Cast x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Round Table Knights x Merlin (Romantic! Platonic!)

Round Table Knights x Fem!Merlin (Romantic! Platonic!)

Merlin x Arthur

(:3) Merlin x Gwaine

Arthur x Merlin x Gwaine

Lancelot x Merlin

Leon x Merlin

Percival x Gwaine

Morgana x Gwen

Masterlist

NATIONAL TREASURE

Riley Poole x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Ben Gates x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Abigail Chase x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Trio x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

NEWSIES (:3) - Movie or Musical (PLEASE SPECIFY)

Jack Kelly x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Crutchie (y) Morris x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

David “Davey” Jacobs x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Les Jacobs x Reader (ONLY Kid Love! Platonic! Familial!)

Sarah Jacobs x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Katherine Plumber x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Racetrack Higgins x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Albert DaSilva x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Romeo x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Mush Meyers x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Buttons Davenport x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Elmer Kasprzak x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Henry x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

JoJo De La Guerra x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

(:3)Skittery x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Tumbler x Reader (ONLY Kid Love! Platonic! Familial!)

Finch x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Snipeshooter x Reader (ONLY Kid Love! Platonic! Familial!)

Boots x Reader x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Smalls (Male or Female!) x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Oscar Delancey x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Morris Delancey x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Newsies x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Masterlist

THE BREAKFAST CLUB

John Bender x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Brian Johnson x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Allison Reynolds x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Andrew Clark x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Carl Reed x Reader (ONLY Platonic! Familial!)

Delinquents x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

THE SANDLOT

Benny Rodriguez x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Scotty Smalls x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Michael “Squints” Palledorous x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Alan “Yeah-Yeah” McClennan x Reader (Romantic! Platonic! Familial!)

Sandlot Boys x Reader (ONLY Platonic!)

Masterlist

Enjoy this list and make requests if you please. I would love to write more often than I do, so please help me out!

#request #list #request list #fandoms

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darknessisafriend · 4 years

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Charlie Sisters x Reader

Here is for @forensic-aep

Where the reader has been teamed up with the brothers to go kill Herman and during the journey Charlie and the reader develop feelings for each other but never admitting it. Then the reader gets mad and ignores him after he got drunk and slept with many girls at Mayfield’s brothel and after a while they make up and tell each other, FLUFF and SMUT

Your only chance for happiness

Eli stood outside on his horse; his little brother Charlie was inside the villa, talking with the commodore to report on their past mission and maybe get another one. How he wished he could go home, hug his mother, and his lady, he was tired of all this violence, but not his little brother, and what else could he do to help him other than be there for him?

Suddenly Eli was pushed out of his thoughts by Charlie knocking at the glass of the window, gesturing for him to come inside; was the governor so disappointed in their performance?

“Eli, it’s good to see you, please sit.” Invited the governor, Eli looked at his brother who made a face, showing that he also didn’t have any idea of what all this about. The governor sat at his desk, leaning forward on his forearm.

“Listen, you are one of the best henchmen in the country but lately you’ve been…disappointing and I believe it is because your team lacks a leader. Charlie, you’re the smartest, I want you to become the leader…” declared the commodore, Charlie seemed pleasantly surprised, a grin forming on his face. As for Eli, he didn’t mind as long as he was still paid.

“But that’s not the only thing I wanted to tell you, your team needs a third member, someone to balance your…impulsions.”

“What? Governor we don’t need someone to babysit us” argued Charlie frowning.

“And how can we trust this person?” retorted Eli, he didn’t want to be shot in the back while he slept.

“Do not worry, you can trust this person, she is an excellent but lonely bounty hunter who could use a team too…”

“Did you just say ‘she’?” exclaimed Charlie confused, at this moment the governor gestured to his men to introduce the third member of the team.

You; you had heard the whole conversation, you weren’t happy to be teamed-up but the job paid well, and they’ll end up with a bullet in the skull if they started to pissed you off. So, you entered, the both of them turning to look at you, the big one seemed to only realize that you were a woman, he had a shocked expression on his face, was it because you wore a pants and boots like a man? whereas the younger one, had his mouth agape and seemed insulted, then he chuckled.

“Is this a joke? A woman!” he jested laughing. You came to stand next to the governor, ignoring his childish reaction.

“She is a very competent man hunter.” added your employer.

“Well, I don’t know about man hunting but she could certainly be useful for other activities…” suggested the younger man with a smirk, looking at you from head to toes.

“Charlie!” reprimanded his brother.

“If you want to become a eunuch that can be arranged” you replied with a sly smile, Charlie chuckled.

“I’d like to see that.” he defied, now you were itching to take out your gun to teach him a lesson.

“Charlie, I won’t change my mind, and you will accept it or she takes lead of the mission and your salary as well.” threatened the governor, his patience starting to wear off, this seemed to make the man react and he swallowed back his pride, clenching his jaw.

“Alright but don’t expect any favors woman, you’ll live just like us.” he warned you.

“Don’t worry, I can handle myself.” you replied annoyed, you were perfectly able to live this way, you had been for the past two years.

The commodore finally released you and your team quickly afterwards. The tension was present especially between you and the younger man.

“What’s your name miss? I’m Eli” said the older one as he introduced himself, handing his hand for you to shake, his brother sucked his teeth in disapproval.

“Pleasure to meet you, you can call me Y/N” you replied with a polite smile as you shook his hand, his grip was gentle, seems like he was true gentleman. Charlie was watching the two of you interact, annoyed by how his brother was to you.

“So, what did the commodore said? And what about the horses?” asked Eli, Charlie sighed as he climbed on his horse.

“Come on, let’s get a drink” he prompted tiredly, did they want to talk privately or should you join? “well don’t just stand there” added Charlie over his shoulder, to this you quickly jumped on your horse and followed them to the Saloon.

“So, you know about the leadership problem…” started Charlie has he rolled a cigarette.

“What does it mean for the money?” asked his brother.

“It means more for me”

“No, for me I mean, is it like before?” clarified Eli, you blinked a few times, perhaps he was a nice guy but not very clever.

“Of course not, less necessarily.” replied Charlie on a casual tone, Eli sighed annoyed.

“If the Commodore wants to pay a leader it’s his own problem, it’s not a good thing to swipe on the small staff.”

“Don’t wanna know what we have to do?” asked the younger one as he changed the topic of the conversation.

“No.”

“What? You sulking?” he lighted his cigarette, while Eli took a sip of his drink, you did the same, patiently waiting for the conversation to come to the real important matters. At this moment, a guy entered the Saloon, you turned your head, he better stays out, Charlie looked like the kind of guy to draw his gun at the slightest annoyance.

“Hey move! We’re not finished.” warned Eli, the barman gestured to the man to stay out, Eli was truly pissed off about his salary apparently; it wasn’t necessary to mention you were paid as much as Charlie.

“I’m still telling you; we have to find Morris in the south road.”

“The John Morris of the Commodore?” Charlie hummed in confirmation.

“Why do we have to find Morris?” asked Eli dumbfounded; Charlie exhaled.

“He’s tracking a prospector, some Herman Kermit Warm” you intervened.

“Perfect, he finds him, shoots him, end of the story”

“Morris is a detective, ain’t a killer” pointed out Charlie with an annoyed tone.

“The job is Morris finds the guy, keeps him close to him, he tells us, we arrive, we finish the job, that’s the job” well summarized you thought, clearly Charlie was a man of action, going straight to the point, at least it’s something you had in common with him.

“And what about the horses?” asked again Eli fully shifting in his sit to face his brother.

“But damn what’s your problem with horses?!” badgered Charlie, losing his patience.

“The commodore said he’ll give us new horses Charlie” argued his brother.

“That’s not what he did?”

“No. You, he gave you a new horse, for me he freed some space in his stable and gave me an old horse” Charlie soundly sighed annoyed by the insistence of his brother.

“Don’t you think we could talk about this later?”

“No, it’s for this job, now, that I need a horse, not for later” insisted Eli.

“Your horse is great, stop acting like a child.” the tone of Charlie was without appeal.

“It’s the word share that bothers you right?” now you clearly understand what the problem was, as brothers they couldn’t stop annoying each for small things, no wonder their last mission failed.

“What about you? You know how to shoot?” asked you Charlie his tone clearly showing he didn’t like your presence in the team.

“Of course, you’re far from being my first job you know, last time I took down the Wilsons” you disclosed as you took another sip of your drink.

“What? you’re the one who got the Wilsons? All six of them? By yourself?” exclaimed Eli in disbelief, a smirk formed on your lips, you were quite proud of this mission.

“Sure, didn’t you hear the commodore? I’m one of the best around here.” you added; throwing a challenging look at Charlie, he raised an eyebrow in return, pleasantly surprised.

“Interesting…I guess you’re gonna be useful after all.” he commented, getting up to get out, Eli followed him finishing his drink.

“It’s the boss who pays, with his boss salary.” you told the barman, making Eli laugh and Charlie give you a provocative smile, you realized the bastard was pretty good looking with his perfect smirk and his icy green orbs. You followed them outside.

“So, when do we leave?” you asked impatient.

“We’ll meet here, tomorrow at dawn, don’t be late sweetheart.” Charlie said over his shoulders, and now he gave you a nickname, you huffed amused, you knew that sooner or later you’ll have to teach him a lesson if he takes too many liberties with you.

In the morning you were actually the first one up, you had trouble sleeping anyway, you always did on the eve of a mission, turning over and over in your bed as you thought about your target, and this night was added the thought about your two partners, Eli didn’t seem a threat, but you didn’t know if you could sleep with both eyes closed with Charlie, he looked clever and didn’t like you, maybe he was capable of killing you in your sleep just to get rid of you…

“Good morning.” you saluted the two brothers as you saw them approach on their horses. Eli answered you while Charlie simply tipped his hat at you.

“Alright, let’s go.” declared Charlie as he gave a sharp heel kick to the horse and galloped, you and Eli did the same. You rode the whole day until night, your bottom and your legs were starting to ache after a full day on a horse, you even ate lunch on it, you could tell Charlie was eager to get to his target, why? Money? Something else? You didn’t know, you will probably learn to know him and his brother during your travel. Most of the day they had stayed silent, focused on their horses and on the way to go.

You finally found a place to camp that night, tying the horse to trees, Eli started to make a fire while you and Charlie took off the horse’s saddles. You were throwing quick glances at Charlie, observing his behavior.

“How come a woman like you, a beautiful woman I must had, ended up bounty hunter?” he asked you genuinely curious. You were slightly taken aback at his question; you didn’t expect him to be interested in knowing you.

“Well, I always had a taste for adventure, let’s put it this way, didn’t see myself stay in town my whole life, getting married to some drunkard, have his kids and that’s it. No, not for me, I like my freedom.” you explained sincerely, you were proud of your choice of life, and you had proved to countless people that a woman didn’t need extra care or privacy, and that she wasn’t more fragile or sensitive than any other man.

“I see…as long as you do a good job, I don’t care that you’re a woman.” he replied on a casual tone.

“Good…what about you Charlie?” you returned the question.

“I’m just good at killing.” he answered coldly, his tone indicating he didn’t want to talk about that, he brought his saddle around the fire to use it as a pillow. You were intrigued, he seemed to have a lot of anger in him or something like that, he was constantly on the defensive. You joined them by the fire, the food was already warm, Eli gave you your plate with a friendly smile.

“Thanks.”

“Y/N if you don’t mind me asking, are you truly lonely in your life? I mean don’t you have a fiancé or someone waiting for you at home?” asked you Eli politely.

“No, who would want an improper, kinda tomboy woman as their wife.” you answered on a humorous tone, wearing a smile on your lips to mask how you really felt, you actually wished you had someone who would love you for who you were.

“What about your family then?” you sighed; he meant no harm but that was a complicated subject for you to talk about.

“I… huh…prefer not to talk about it Eli. Sorry.” Charlie’s eyes met yours briefly as he heard your answer, like he was suddenly intrigued or as if he understood how you felt.

“Oh Eli, now you’ve upset the lady!” accused Charlie on a teasing tone.

“I didn’t…”

“Don’t call me ‘lady’” you told Charlie, annoyed.

“What do you want me to call you? Oh, I know! You didn’t mind ‘sweetheart’ yesterday” he teased you with a mischievous smile; your mouth opened in a ‘o’ shape, you were outraged, god he was infatuating, you were so close to punch him in… his beautiful face.

“I’m sor-….” started the older brother, interrupting your trail of thoughts.

“No, don’t apologize Eli, I’m perfectly fine, okay?” and now Charlie was laughing his ass off at the scene, you looked at him in disbelief, before a laugh started to build in your chest, until you couldn’t resist and let it out, you realized you could relax a bit, it was harmless teasing. Your eyes wandered on the face of Charlie who was still laughing, the warm light of the fire was highlighting his tanned skin, his dark hair were smoothed back neatly, he had some kind of elegance, the one you liked at least. When the laughs died down, the conversation went back to seriousness. Charlie was laying down on his back, legs crossed, looking at the fire

“So, what did he do this Herman Warm?” asked Eli while finishing to eat his plate.

“He stole something from the commodore” you answered.

“Don’t you find this weird, all these people stupid enough to steal from such a dangerous man? How can they rob him in the first place? We know the commodore is a prudent man”

“Prudence has nothing to do with it, he’s man doing business all over the country, even overseas, he can’t be everywhere at the same time, it’s logical that he gets persecuted” explained Charlie, you arched an eyebrow, ‘persecuted’ was a bit of a strong word for that.

“Persecuted?” repeated Eli

“Yeah…persecuted.”

“The commodore persecuted…” Eli was thinking, it didn’t seem right to use this word.

“How do you call that huh? When a man is forced to protect his fortune with people like us, how do you call that?” retorted Charlie as he sat back.

“Not persecuted” replied Eli

“Wait, you’re not going to start catching me with every word now, what’s the matter? You’re vexed? You’re vexed because I’m the one leading the operations huh? If it’s that just tell me but stop niggling” Charlie was starting to lose patience, he was so quick to anger.

“I’m not niggling, you’re just using a strange word and I’m tellin’ you” answered Eli on a calm tone, unphased.

“Oh, c’mon boys, are you really gonna fight over a word!?” you grumbled exasperated. Charlie groaned in return and went to lie down on his side, like a pouting child. You shook your head; they could be truly insufferable sometimes, you lied down too, putting your covers up to your chin, hiding a knife under your saddle that used as a pillow; your eyes traveled to Eli, he had a piece of red clothing in his hands, it looked like a scarf, he brought it to his face, inhaling its scent, you smiled soften, probably a gift from the woman he loved; then he lied down putting his hand on his gun which was shining under the light of the fire; was he always doing that? Or was it because of your presence? Nonetheless, the both of you were armed in case someone decided to go crazy…but quickly exhaustion took over and you fell asleep.

The next day you rode again, although the atmosphere was a lot more relaxed, the three of you were talking, making the road seem less long.

“Tell me, isn’t it Emilia Partridge?” asked Charlie with interest, his brother looked at him clueless.

“What are you talking about?” he asked

“Isn’t it the teacher who gave this ridiculous scarf? The one you spend your time folding and unfolding secretly every night.” you rolled your eyes at this; did he really have to bother him like that?

“It’s called a stole… can’t we have some privacy for 5 minutes?”

“Leave him alone Charlie; Eli I think it’s very romantic of her…” you commented, trying to avoid another argument.

“Thank you Y/N”

“Oh, come it’s just a little teasing sweetheart… do you have a plan with her?” asked Charlie, this time he was serious, no joke was intended.

“A plan?”

“Start a family, have children, marry her, something like that.” Charlie clarified.

“Don’t know, why are you so interested in it now?”

“I was just wondering about family…do you remember how dad was with mom?” well you didn’t expect to hear a private conversation like this, you looked in the opposite direction, pretending not to hear anything.

“Yeah Charlie, I remember”

“It makes you think… aren’t you afraid to reproduce yourself? you aware that our father was crazy and that his rotten blood runs in our veins” you frowned, it was a very dark thing to say.

“Our father was drinking Charlie.”

“Touché. It’s the gift he left us, this rotten blood, that’s why we’re good at what we do.” he finished, going ahead, to be alone for a bit, it seemed he had been very affected by his father’s behavior.

“Is he alright?” you couldn’t help but ask to his brother who sighed in return.

“It’s complicated but since…he has never been the same.” briefly explained Eli, he didn’t want to say too much and you understood, just like your relationship with your family, none of you were ready to share the full story; when you’ll know each other better perhaps.

In the afternoon you finally reached the next town, it was small but it had everything necessary, with your companions you headed to the post office in the shop.

“Sisters. S.I.S.T.E.R.S like sisters” spelled Charlie, the man seemed to recognize them, suddenly aware to whom he was talking to.

“No, nothing, I would remember.”

“Alright, no news is good news. What’s the next hamlet on the road?” asked Charlie

“Myrtle Creek…”

“How far is it?” you asked, then.

“Two days, at least” you sighed there was still a long way to go, you didn’t like riding for days like that.

“Alright then, we’ll stay here for the night.” declared Charlie.

The three of you decided to do a little bit of shopping in this shop, you went to look for a bottle of Cologne, your current bottle was almost empty. You were never wearing makeup, except for special occasions, however, perfume is something you loved. Nearby was Eli, he was looking through the shelves for something interesting to buy, until it stopped in front of a tooth brush, he looked at the object curiously, he probably didn’t know what it was, it was relatively a new body care item, which reminded you that you should buy another box of powder before it gets empty.

“What is it?” he wondered out loud.

“A tooth brush, with it, your mouth smells good and you have less risk to lose your teeth, I use it all the time! You use this powder too; you should buy one…” you explained to him with a smile.

“Hey, do you have boots?” you heard Charlie ask to the seller, you turned your head to see him wearing a white shirt, seemed like he really like elegant clothes, you quickly turned your head back as he caught you staring at him.

“And for your brother as well.” you advised Eli, before heading to the clothes too, this summer was really hot, you needed new shirts and underwear too. You picked a dark red shirt and two black, should be enough for the whole travel, then you went to the lady’s part for underwear, you took a couple of short panties, easier to wear when riding a horse and even more as you constantly wore pants. Then, your eyes traveled to the bras, here you could enjoy a bit of fantasy, there was even some French lingerie available, they were really good at making pretty things for women; now which one to pick? You wondered.

“You should take this one.” you jumped at the voice of Charlie; he had approached you silently, he had a small smile and his eyes were mischievous.

“What are you doing here? I don’t remember asking for your opinion.” you retorted annoyed; he chuckled and left without a word, you looked at him leaving, he was so clingy! You looked back at the lingerie, your eyes landing on the one he had suggested, you felt blush coming to your cheeks.

Afterwards, you went to get a room by yourself, the town was small there was no risk of losing the two brothers. You sighed happily as let yourself fall on the mattress, there was nothing like the soft comfort and warmth of a real bed. Your mind traveled to Charlie, he was such a mysterious guy and what happened with his father for him to have such negative view of life as a couple? You took a short nap and after eating at the hotel, you weren´t tired, you felt like staying out for a bit, so you decided to go for a drink at the saloon even if at this time night you might encounter more drunk people than anyone else, worst case scenarios it will end up in a fist fight and you didn’t want to brag but you were good at it. As you entered the saloon, you noticed Charlie drinking at the bar with some men, you headed to an empty table to have your drink peacefully.

“Thanks” you said to the waitress as she gave you a glass of whiskey, you settled your feet on another chair, took a book out of your vest, it was one you had brought from home, Moby Dick, you knew it by heart after reading it over and over and still you always enjoyed it as much.

“Hey…” you raised your eyes from the page you were reading, Charlie had just sat at your table, the way he leaned on his arms indicated he was already very drunk.

“You should go to bed Charlie.” you advised him, going back to your reading.

“Nah I’m not tired…”

“Hmmm” you hummed doubtfully, if he wasn’t hangover tomorrow either he had a very good tolerance to alcohol or he was lucky.

“Y/N” you ignored him trying to focus on your book “Y/N I want to tell you something…” you sighed, closing your book in frustration, it seems he won’t let you alone tonight.

“What Charlie?” you asked irritatingly.

“Don’t be angry at me…I don’t like it…” he muttered on a pleading tone like a child. You couldn’t help but release a smile, he was really cute like that.

“I wanted to tell you…you are a very beautiful lady and…”

“Good evening miss, can I buy you a drink?” interrupted a man as he came accompanied by some of his friend, they were all looking at you with lust in their eyes, shit, this wasn’t going to end well…

“Thanks, but I’m not interested.” you replied annoyed by those constant interruptions.

“Then, maybe you want to get to the most interesting part?” flirted another guy, you rolled your eyes.

“Wait, what did you say asshole?” growled Charlie on a deadly tone, lifting his head to look at the guys in the eyes, he had fire in his, rage even.

“Charlie stay out of this; I don’t need your h-….”

“Don’t you dare lay your hands on her!” he exploded, suddenly getting up, the tension quickly rising up between the men.

“Come one man…” tried to calm one of the guys, until Charlie drew out his gun and loudly putting it on the table, everyone started to run out in fear, Charlie Sisters was known to be a very good shooter; trying not to stumble, he followed them outside and once outside he started to shoot “Where are you going!?” he yelled.

“Godamnit….” you grumbled; did he really have to that?!

“C’mon nobody wants to fight Charlie Sisters?! You won’t have her unless you get me first!” you had heard enough, you got out of your chair angrily, you arrived behind him, “nobody really?” he turned as if he was going to shoot until he recognized you.

“Oh, it’s you…I…” you didn’t let him finish and slapped him in the face, he had drunk so much alcohol that he fell heavily on the floor.

“Don’t you dare do that again! I can handle myself; I don’t need your protection and I certainly do not belong to you Charlie Sisters!” you fumed, crouching down next to him. He had lifted his hand on the cheek you had slapped, he wore an expression of hurt on his face. Which had for effect to instantly dissipate your fury.

“Come on let’s get you back to your room” you sighed, feeling pity for him, you helped him back up, putting his arm over your shoulder while you put yours around his waist. The worst part was probably climbing the stairs, he always fell down, his full weight making you fall too. You finally managed to arrive at his and Eli’s bedroom, as you opened the door you realized that Eli was awake, probably due to the gunshots. You lied down Charlie on the mattress.

“I’m sorry…Y/N forgive me…” he started to apologize, struggling to keep his eyes open.

“It’s okay Charlie, sleep now.” you replied on a soft tone to sooth him, he tried to catch your hand but missed it as his head was spinning.

“Stay with me…” he asked you, you did your best to hide your surprise.

“Goodnight Charlie, goodnight Eli” you saluted them both before heading to your room. You were not as tired as you expected to be but there was nothing else to do here, an empty saloon without music and people chatting was uninteresting to you. And Charlie’s behavior had you thinking, the way he had flirted with you, how possessive he got a few minutes ago, was it only because you were a woman? was there any risk he tried something while you slept? Or was it his usual way of acting around women? And he was so inclined to anger and violence, what happened to him? This question was more present in your mind each day. You sighed as you finished washing your body, the trip to get to Morris was going to be interesting.

The next morning

“Can he hold the saddle?” you asked Eli as you watched Charlie struggling to get on his horse.

“Yes. I. Can.” grumbled Charlie as he finally managed to get on his horse. You sighed; you had several hours of lateness due to Charlie’s state, if it kept going like this, you were going to have several days of lateness. Today, the ride was silent, Charlie was half asleep while Eli seemed truly fed up by his brother attitude, you speed a bit your horse to arrive next to Eli.

“Hey, is he always drinking this much?” you asked with a hint of worry, Eli sighed.

“Yeah…Charlie has a drinking problem…” he admitted, looking down at his hands.

“Is it because of your father?”

“In a sense I guess; he started drinking after…what happened. To forget or…I don’t know…”

“I understand.” you answered, you knew the family could wound deeply.

“You do?”

“Opium for a bit. I… was addicted to it because of my bad situation with my family; until I realized it wouldn’t make my life any better.” you confessed, embarrassment surging back.

“I’m sorry to hear that Y/N…Charlie doesn’t understand it, he doesn’t fight it, he just let it happen as if he didn’t care about dying” explained Eli in a low voice with a hint of sadness ‘probably because there’s nothing worth of interest in his life, not even his brother’ you thought sadly. You were pushed out of your thoughts by the sound of something falling, both you and Eli turned your head to realize Charlie had fell of his horse.

“Oh Charlie…” you stopped your horse and got off to help the man back up, Eli followed you.

“Shit, make an effort.” grumbled Eli annoyed.

“Wait…” started Charlie before bending down to throw up, you turned your face away, feeling a bit of anger at his state, he shouldn’t drink this much, he was going to kill himself or it could also lead to failure of the job.

“Come on man, hold on to us” you instructed him as got back up, Eli went to support his other side, then his brother pushed him on the saddle.

“Don’t judge me please sweetheart, there are days where we are stronger than others…” Charlie muttered as he leaned forward on his horse, you took his foot and placed it in the stirrup while Eli did the same on the other and went back to his horse. You stayed a bit longer and placed your hand on his thigh as an encouragement, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him. To this, he turned a bit his head to meet your eyes, he was exhausted, emotionally, you hoped he saw that you understood how he could feel.

Two days after, you had arrived in Myrtle Creek, you simply rested a few hours there, just the time to wash yourselves and Charlie didn’t need to get drunk again. You and Charlie grew accustomed to each other, he wasn’t on the defensive anymore with you. You had 4 days lateness behind them now, and if you were going fast enough, you could get to this Herman in Jacksonville. The locals indicated you a shorter path through the mountains, making you gain 2 days, the way was hard, and the weather wasn’t helping, there was mist and it was humid. So, you were glad when you settled in for the night, a nice fire could only help, but first you had to change your shirt, it was damp and you needed to put a warmer one for the night in those mountains. So, you got up, staying close to the fire so you wouldn’t get too cold and took off your shirt.

“Oh, sorry! I’m going to give you some privacy.” Eli exclaimed as he turned his back to you, you chuckled amused at how prudish he was.

“No worries Eli, it’s just underwear nothing shocking.” you commented with a grin.

“Perhaps not to you but for a man like me…”

“Shshhhhhh let her Eli!” scolded Charlie throwing a cloth at his brother, he wasn’t going to complain, on the contrary, he was looking at you, shamelessly detailing your curves, it was a very pleasant sight for him apparently.

“Oh, you bought the one I recommended you in the end.” he grinned; you looked down at your bra, ‘shit’ you had forgotten about that.

“Yes, I did, you have good taste” you played as if you didn’t care about his comment, however you could hide the blush coming to your cheeks.

“Indeed…suits you veryyy well…” he purred, his eyes caressing the curves of your body, he could feel heat coming to the lower part of his body; you actually felt flattered he was so interested in you, although it might just be carnal, at least that’s what you told yourself. You put your new shirt on and gave him an annoyed look. His eyes didn’t leave you for the rest of the evening, you simply ignored him, as long as he wasn’t touching you, you were fine with it.

That night you were the last one to go to sleep, you were on guard, it was the mountains there could be a bear or puma around. Suddenly you heard the sounds of crying, you frowned, who was crying? Eli who was trying to sleep, straighten up and looked at you, which meant Charlie crying, you gave him a confused look with a hint of worry, so he got up went to his little brother to comfort him, it seems he was crying while sleeping.

“Charlie, Charlie…” he said softly, caressing his brother’s forehead.

“Booo!” exclaimed Charlie, you rolled your eyes, it was a prank.

“You idiot…” cursed Eli.

“I thought you were gonna kiss me!” joked Charlie between laughers then he made kissing noises and you lost it, that was a funny one.

“Fuck you, the both of you.” grumbled Eli as he got back under covers.

“Good one Charlie.” you complimented as you laughed.

“Thank you, my lady!” replied Charlie on exaggeratedly courteous tone. Eli finished by joining your giggles. This moment made you fall asleep with a smile on your face, you were truly starting to appreciate your partners.

“Eli, wake up” you called the man as you packed your belongings.

“I don’t feel so good…” he murmured, you quickly came to his side and saw that his face was swollen.

“Charlie…” you called as worry grew in your chest.

“What? Oh shit, you should see your face, what happened?” asked Charlie trying to hide his worry.

“He probably got stung by something, a spider maybe” you deduced.

“It’s all swollen, your neck too…you look like, you know those big mutts, the Mastiffs.” he joked, chuckling a bit, you pinched your lips together trying not to laugh.

“Fuck off I’m sick.” your fun instantly stopped; it was a serious matter.

“Here sit up” instructed Charlie as he gave his brother his flask of water, Eli was shaking like a leaf.

“Can you ride your horse?” asked the younger one as he got up to continue preparing the horses.

“It’s freezing…” muttered Eli shaking, laying down once again to warm up under the covers. Worry grew even more in your chest, either it was going to pass or it was going to get worse. You went to talk to Charlie about it.

“Hey, Charlie.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure this is a good idea, he should rest…” you tried but he cut you off.

“We can’t afford that, we’re already late.” you sighed frustrated you wanted to tell him that if he didn’t get drunk, you wouldn’t be so late, but you knew this would only make him pissed and on the defensive, that would only hurt the already fragile team cohesion. You were pushed out of your thoughts by Charlie’s hand on your arm, it was the first time he touched you, you didn’t know why but it made you feel strange, it wasn’t unpleasant, it just sent tingles all over your body.

“Hey, don’t worry for him sweetheart, he’s strong.” he reassured you before heading to his brother and help him up.

To make things worse, the weather got terrible, it was raining heavily the whole day and there was thunder too, the terrain was getting dangerous and slippery, and the horses were very nervous, you often looked behind you at Eli, he could barely ride his horse, from times to times you called him to make sure he was still responding. After several hours, the horses were getting tired of climbing the mountain in such conditions, you suggested Charlie to stop for the night, and thankfully he agreed. Under the rain you helped him build a shelter with a tarp while Eli was leaning against a tree, struggling not to fall. Then his brother came to help him lie down under the shelter, putting covers on him.

You were sitting down not far away, looking around, watching over the camp. Charlie came to sit down next you.

“I’m tired Charlie…” you heard Eli.

“I know.” his brother answered, this time his tone was gentle, caring.

“Very tired…”

“You can sleep, I’m here.” added Charlie softly; this seemed to instantly relax his brother who fell asleep within a few seconds, you were alone with Charlie now, not that you minded, you enjoyed his company, his goofiness when he was in the mood for it.

“If you need to rest, I can watch other the camp.” you offered to Charlie.

“It’s fine, I’m not tired for now.” he replied on the same tone. You didn’t speak for the following hour, busy with your own thoughts. However, after one more hour, you started to feel cold, the humidity was so high, you felt like you were soaked to the bones, it started with shivers and then you couldn’t hide your chattering teeth and sniffles. Charlie turned his head to look at you.

“Are you okay?” he asked you, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Just…fucking cold…” you confessed your voice trembling.

“Come here.” offered Charlie lifting his cover up and putting his arm around your shoulder

“What are you doing?” you demanded, suddenly feeling suspicious, he rolled his eyes at your reaction.

“Listen sweetheart, if you wanna freeze to death that’s your own problem, I’m just offering you to get warmer” he explained in an annoyed tone; to be honest you weren’t against a bit of warmth, so you scooted closer to him, your shoulder against his, he rearranged the cover you had around the both of you.

“Here that’s better.” he said out loud, and it felt nice, the warmth was gently starting to wrap around you, it was so agreeable that your eyelids started to feel heavy, your head falling forward, you were struggling to stay awake.

“You can sleep, I’ll watch over you.” offered Charlie, his voice was soft almost caring. You didn’t need to hear more and under the fatigue, without thinking, you laid your head on his collarbone, his arm around your shoulder could only encourage you to lean against him. As you fell asleep you didn’t notice him turning his head to look at you asleep against him, he could fully admire the delicate features of your face, gently he stroked your arm with his thumb. It felt very nice to hold you, he actually wished he could do it more, he liked your presence, it was soothing…

What was that noise? You wondered in the middle of the night, you groggily opened your eyes, it was still the night but the horses were agitated, feeling more awake you realized something was wrong, Charlie had fallen asleep too, his head resting against yours; then you heard grunts ‘shit a bear’ you realized. You had to wake up Charlie too, you could hear the animal getting closer, it probably wanted to eat the horses. As silently as possible you tried to wake him up. You lifted your head and your hand went to his cheek, gently tapping it.

“Charlie wake up, wake up!” you murmured a few inches from his face, his eyes finally shot open, you quickly put your hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t talk too loud, he looked at you expectantly, he was surprised to have his face so close to yours, you mouthed ‘bear’ to him and he instantly understood and nodded at you, you took off your hand from his face and reached for your gun, just like him. Silently you both got up and tried to distinguish in the dark where was the animal, until you heard one of the horses scream, it was attacking them, you both ran towards the horses and saw its shape, Charlie shot first, wounding the animal in the shoulder then the side, you briefly saw the giant teeth of the animal and shot, the animal fell down, lifeless, you had managed to aim for the head. You and Charlie were panting, the adrenaline pumping through your veins, you went to calm down the horse, the one of Eli was wounded at the face, the animal was probably going to lose the use of its left eye and maybe its life if the wound gets infected. Once you had cleaned the wound, you went back to where you had been sleeping, you realized that Eli didn’t even react, he was in a very deep sleep. However, you knew you will stay awake until daylight, just like Charlie.

The atmosphere got suddenly awkward as you met Charlie’s eyes, you were both aware you had slept snuggled against the other, and you wanted to go back in his warm embrace but it would be…weird. So, you got back to your place, leaving a few inches between you and Charlie, wrapping your own cover around you, he did the same, staying silent.

“You okay?” you still asked him without looking at him, ‘he could have been wounded by the animal’ you thought.

“Hm? Oh yeah…yeah, fine.” he replied awkwardly, and that was it, you stayed this way until the morning, you had convinced Charlie to wait a bit to wake up Eli, until he couldn’t wait more, and he was right, you had to leave. As you prepared breakfast, from the corner of your eyes, you saw Charlie take off his shirt, laying it down on a tree branch to make it dry a bit under the rays of the Sun, you redirected your attention to the meal, it was just a torso, why did it distract you?

“It’s ready.” you announced out loud, serving the food in Charlie’s plate, he came to stand in front of you, of course he was still shirtless, you stared at him, detailing his torso, he was well built, especially his arms, and he had a little tummy, which honestly kinda made you fall for him.

“It’s just a torso, nothing shocking.” he teased you with a smirk, making you realize you had been staring, pronouncing the exact words you had used before; blush creeped on your cheeks as you gave him his plate, why where were you so distracted by anything he did or said suddenly?!

“Thanks…for waking me up.” he spoke, you finally looked at him in the eyes, they were glowing with…affection? No, he was merely being thankful, fatigue was playing with your mind. Thankfully, Eli broke out the awkwardness by waking up, coughing blood, his face wasn’t swollen anymore, you were relieved he felt better.

“Feeling better?” asked his brother, Eli he got up and noticed, the giant bear.

“What happened?” he asked dumbfounded.

“Well, this guy came into our camp during the night, your horse got wounded, it rushed on your horse.” Eli rushed to check on his horse.

“It’s Y/N who woke me up.” added Charlie as he ate his plate.

“I heard the horses getting scared, trying to break free.” you explained, feeling sorry for his horse.

“Shitty night…” muttered Charlie, it was true, you didn’t get much sleep, but the beginning of the night was nice, at least for you…snuggled against him…

“I dreamt about dad last night…” said Eli with a tired voice.

“Damnit that’s the icing on the cake! I’m tired of this place.” growled Charlie suddenly angry. “It smells like death, everything is soaked, fuck…let’s go”.

You quickly left the place, eager to reach Jacksonville and sleep in a dry and warm place. Of course, when you reached the city, there was no time to rest, the priority was to get to Morris and Herman.

“So, how do we operate for Warm?” asked Eli

“As usual, Morris give us Warm and we finish the job” replied Charlie as he loaded his gun.

“Ready?” he asked looking at his brother, then at you, you nodded fastening your belt around your hips.

“Watch the back, and you Y/N you wait the main entrance in case he tries to run away.” he instructed, you want to place yourself at the entrance, looking all around for any suspects, your hand on your gun, ready to shoot.

“They’re not here!” you heard Charlie scream; your eyes widened at the news.

“What!?” you exclaimed, how’s that possible!

“They left the town 4 days ago! Fuck!” fumed Charlie. You joined him upstairs, Morris had left a note, which Charlie asked you to read, as he didn’t how to read.

“He’s lying” you commented, this all story of he ran away from me was too easy.

“Who the hell is he kidding!? This asshole, who the hell is he kidding!?” exploded Charlie, passing a hand through his hair. He headed to the bar downstairs.

“We should continue until Mayfield, that’s part of the contract” you advised determined to do your job.

“She’s right and fuck, the job is to kill Warm wherever he is!” answered Charlie frustrated, he was right, otherwise none of you would get paid.

“Don’t speak so loud” warned his brother and he was right, who knows if they had partners here in the bar.

“I don’t give a fuck where they are, we find him and shoot him” insisted Charlie as he drank his whisky.

“When are we gonna go home?” asked Eli, he was tired of running after Herman, it left you a bit confused, it was part of the job, why was he undedicated to his job?

“We will go home, once the job is finished Eli” replied Charlie irritated

“Charlie´s right, it´s a matter of reputation, we have to finish the job whatever it takes.” you supported him.

“I feel like they’re getting farther and farther from us…how much time did we stay in the forest?” wondered Eli out loud.

“Between your notorious bad luck and your illness, we didn’t save time, that for sure.” you almost choked on your drink and went to sip your drink a few feet from them, you knew they were going to argue.

“What? Say that again? You’re saying it’s my fault!?” started the older brother.

“Yeah kinda, no?” asked innocentely Charlie, was he actually serious or did he just pretend?

“Want me to talk about how you got drunk over and over!? Huh? That doesn’t waste time huh! the days when you can’t even hold your saddle anymore or the other morning where you vomited on yourself! My bad luck, fuck you Charlie!” denounced Eli, that was a nasty shot, but the truth nonetheless, the two brothers separate, leaving you alone in the saloon. You finished your drink and decided to go after the younger brother, you found him in a back alley nearby, smoking a cigarette.

“Hey Charlie.”

“What!” he snapped when his eyes landed on you, he seemed to calm down a bit.

“I know how it feels…” you started softly, he scoffed, exhaling the smoke in his lungs.

“When we drown ourselves in alcohol or drugs because of our families…”

“I doubt you know anything about it” he sneered.

“I became addicted to opium because of them. But then I realize it won´t change what happened and stopping this shit helped me to feel better.” you explained truthfully, hoping to make him react.

“What just because you wanted to live like a man?” this comment hurt you more than you expected, he didn´t have the right to say that, he didn´t what they did to you. You clenched your jaw, swallowing back tears that had formed in your eyes and turned on your heels to leave, you needed another drink after all.

“Fuck, Y/N I’m sorry” he called you softly, you turned your head and gave him a sad smile, shaking your head, he will never learn to let himself be vulnerable.

“Forget it.” you told him as you left him, it will make him think.

The very same day you left for Mayfield, you ‘ll only spend one night camping and the day after you should arrive in Mayfield. The ride was silent, you and Eli were angry at Charlie for his condescending attitude. Eventually in the evening the two brothers started to talk to each other again, but you didn´t speak to Charlie, he had hurt your feelings when you thought you could open up to him and in return, he would accept your help. Still, Charlie tried to talk to you several times to break the ice. But it didn´t work you were decided to make him think about it the whole night.

As the morning came. Charlie was the first awake, he had had a shitty night, turning over and over in his bunk. He didn´t like when you didn’t pay attention to him, when you refused to talk to him; he had thought about it and had realized he had assumed what you had been through, now he wanted to make it up to you. So, he started to make breakfast, to the smell Eli started to wake up, as for you, you were still asleep. So slowly, he approached you to wake you up, he picked a long herb on the floor, crouching down in front of you and started to tickle your nose with the herb, he had a playful grin. Eli smiled because he knew his brother was starting to have feelings for you, still he warned him:

“Charlie…don’t be silly, remember what she…”

You wake up startled and out of reflex punch him in the face, you didn’t expect to find a man so close to you while you were sleeping.

“Ow fuck!” he growled in pain, you realized too late you had strongly punched him in the nose, even though he kinda deserved it after yesterday.

“What were you doing so close to me Charlie!? I warned you Charlie, since the first day!” you panicked, now you were feeling more sorry than angry, you had punched him without thinking, and now his nose was bleeding.

“I was waking you up gently!” he explained as if his feelings were hurt; did he really?

“Apologize to Y/N, Charlie” said Eli to his brother, Charlie looked at his brother with wide eyes, a funny betrayed expression on his face.

“What? I’m the one with a bleeding nose here! I was being nice!” he protested.

“It will teach me to want to be nice to you! Fuck.” he mumbled, angrily leaving to go to the river, to clean away the blood from his face.

His brother gave you a look like ‘you should go see him’, you rolled your eyes and went after Charlie. You found him crouched down on the bank of the river, trying to wash away the blood but he hissed as his fingers touched a bit to roughly his nose. He didn´t look at you as you crouched down next to him, you took out of your pocket a handkerchief you had, dampening it in the cool water, then gently you took his chin between your fingers, making him turn his head to look at you, his eyes didn´t meet yours, he was embarrassed about yesterday; very gently you started to clean away the blood from his face, your thumb sometimes brushing against his lips, under the pretext of getting rid of the blood, you could shamelessly look at his face, there was no point in denying that he was a beautiful man and you knew that in there somewhere, there was also a sweet and caring man, you had briefly seen if before.

“I´m sorry, about yesterday…I spoke without thinking” he apologized softly.

“I know, but it still hurt.” you replied focusing yourself on cleaning away the blood.

“Sometimes I wish I didn´t drink, but…it feels good you know?” he finally confessed; he was looking at you in the eyes now, he had this look, just like a child wanting to be understood.

“I know, but you also know that each time it is a brief relief and that´s why you start again and again but trust me there are some things in this world that could bring you peace.” you had finished cleaning the blood away but your hand remained on his cheek, your thumb gently stroking it, Charlie swallowed down, his eyes traveling to your lips.

“Like what?” his question barely coming out as a whisper as brought his face closer to yours. You wanted to kiss him, you realized just now that you had fallen in love with him; so, you leaned in, his lips were now only a few inches from yours…

“Hey! We should go!” you both jumped at the calling of Eli, now you were blaming him for interrupting you, you turned to Charlie but he was already up.

“He´s right we´re already late enough.” he said like nothing had happened, avoiding your gaze once again, you wished he said something like ´I care about you’ or ´we´ll take about this later´ or just a simple touch on your arm, but nothing, he headed back to the camp without looking back at you.

“Well done, Eli…” you muttered as you passed next to him.

“What did I do?” he asked dumbfounded, then he saw the look on your face, how you looked at Charlie “Oh, I interrupted something didn´t I?” you lowered your looking at the reigns of your horse.

“Sorry” he apologized, you lifted your hand in the air, indicating him that he didn’t do it on purpose.

You finally arrived in Mayfield at the end of the day, the ride had been better than you had thought, the Sun was warm and a cool breeze was blowing.

“You think this guy came here because it’s called Mayfield? Or is it called Mayfield since he’s here?” asked Eli impressed by how, the name was on every door.

“I think this guy is so arrogant that he named the city after himself” you commented looking around.

“Yeah, maybe everything here belongs to him” added Charlie.

“Yeah we can see his name everywhere” observed his brother.

The three of you entered the bar, you leaned your back against the counter, your elbows resting on it as you looked at the people around.

“Hi, we’re looking for a guy named Warm, small, tanned skin, he might have come here a few days ago” inquired the older brother.

“I don’t know sir” answered shyly the barman.

“Oh really, and a man, tall, dark hair, in his forty’s?” insisted Charlie.

“I don’t know sir; I don’t want to be involved in this…” replied the man with fear in his eyes.

“Oh, you don’t wanna be involved in this…give us whisky” snarled Charlie irritated.

“Regular or Mayfield?” you turned your head, arching an eyebrow at the barman.

“Really?” you asked, boy this Mayfield was narcissistic.

“Regular. A bottle, three glasses.” clarified Charlie. From the corner of your eyes you saw a very tall woman approach.

“I heard you’re looking for someone, usually people come to me to know what’s going on” Charlie laughed in disbelief at the tall women before him.

“And you are?” you asked intrigued taking a sip of your drink.

“Mayfield” you fully turned to the woman; Eli took his hat off.

“Hey sweetheart, looks like you have another female living like you” replied Charlie sarcastically, you threw him an annoyed look.

“My partners and I are looking for Herman Warm, a small man, tanned skin, we think he came here 5 o 6 days ago” repeated Charlie, the woman seemed to think for a bit.

“Warm? No, never seen him” you sighed, they have to be somewhere, they didn’t disappear like that.

“Is he a friend of yours?” she asked, you and Charlie scoffed.

“He owes our employer, the commodore, in Oregon city…we’re the Sisters brothers and Y/N.” he bragged, you rolled your eyes, he should be more careful, you didn’t who’s this Mayfield, maybe a very powerful woman with hundreds of henchmen at her service.

“Delighted gentlemen, how much time are you staying here?” you squinted your eyes at this question, she was very curious, even if she was the one in charge of the town.

“Well it depends…” started Charlie, you were already late enough, didn’t need to stay here for more time.

“We leave tomorrow, at dawn” Eli took the words right out of your mouth.

“It depends.” repeated Charlie as he saluted the prostitutes upstairs. You frowned, was he really considering their services after your almost-kiss a few hours ago?! You followed them upstairs, you were probably overreacting.

“What’s wrong with you? Telling every about your life, the commodore, the Sisters brothers.” scolded Eli

“Oh, come on, didn’t you see how the lady was honored to see us? And I like to see if our reputation precedes us. Unlike you brother, I’m proud of what I do.” you sighed soundly; Charlie was starting to seriously annoy you.

“Pffff”

“Pfffff what does that mean?” asked Charlie to his brother ready to fight back.

“It means I know what’s gonna happen tonight, you’re gonna drink like crazy and tomorrow you’ll hella sick” Eli was right, you should be already on your horses.

“You forget one small detail, I’m gonna fuck like a rabbit!” declared excitedly Charlie before continuing his way up, Eli didn´t say anything but he looked at you confused. You clenched your jaw when you heard this.

“Another damn day…” you muttered irritatingly, unless he had been speaking about you which you were pretty sure he wasn´t…

“Don’t pay attention to him lady’s, he’s old and boring!” flirted Charlie with the prostitutes, god you were so furious at him.

As you expected, it was barely dark outside that Charlie was already drinking, surrounded by a bunch of women. You sighed, leaning against the counter next to Eli.

“I don’t trust this Mayfield, there’s something weird” you spoke, she had a weird attitude.

“You think? What I think is that Charlie better not mess up cause they’re all armed in here.” answered Eli, you scoffed before taking a sip of your drink.

“I couldn’t care less right now…” you muttered, anger in your voice.

“I thought you liked h-…oh, is it because of the girls?” you didn’t answer but you clenched your jaw at the thought of him with these women.

“He’s an idiot.” you released a smile, that he was…

You refused to go near Charlie in the following hours, you were angry at him, you thought there was something between the two of you, bullshit.

“Hey bro! Joining the party? Where are you going?” you could tell by his voice that Charlie state of drunkenness was already quite advanced, from the corner of your eyes you saw Eli go to a woman, then away upstairs; now you were all by yourself, like you had been your whole life…

Then, you saw Charlie, go upstairs with two girls, you couldn’t hold it anymore and angrily left the saloon, you needed some fresh air, you were having trouble to breath, angry tears were now running down your cheeks. You decided to go for a walk in the town, you needed to clear your mind. You settled on the stairs of the house, and plunged into your mind for several minutes, an hour maybe. Until your eyes got distracted by several man, they were heading to the saloon, they didn’t look like they were here to party, they were armed, something was wrong, and you felt like it had to do with your job, you had to go tell the brothers. But several of them were posted at the entrance of the saloon, you couldn’t take them all by yourself, you needed to help the brothers to get out if they realize what’s happening, you went to hide in a back alley, a fired a shot in the direction, the distraction was working, half of them came in your direction, you could handle that, and you hoped the two brothers would get out safely.

You hid in the dark as you heard the men approach, you took them down one after the other with your hunting knife, the others couldn’t hear the gun shots. At the same moment you jumped as you heard gunshots being fired, a full fight was happening, you had to join them and help them, as you reached the place, you saw one man running out which you instantly shot dead, at the same moment came out the two brothers, you sighed in relief, they were alive.

“Only arriving now? Where were you?” asked Charlie condescending.

“Fuck you Charlie.” you snapped, you were not in the mood for his goofiness or whatever that was.

“Woa, woa! You better have a good reason to speak to me this way” he threatened, taking a few steps towards you.

“I will when you’ll stop being a drunkard and an asshole!” you snapped back, he made an insulted face.

“Now what?! What did I do to piss you off?”

“Don´t pretend you don´t know what happened, sweetheart” you sneered, imitating his flirty tone.

“Oh, come one, get a room you two!” interrupted Eli, starting to be really annoyed by your fight.

“Stop saying bullshit Eli!” snapped back Charlie, pointing his finger at him.

“Yeah, who would want to sleep with you anyway, apart from prostitutes… I’m out of this, you can keep my salary” you let out, you were fed up by his attitude.

Charlie watched you go away; he blinked a few times no fully realizing what was happening.

“Good riddance” he grumbled as he struggled to keep his balance.

“Charlie, go talk to her.” advised his brother.

“But…” Charlie started to protest.

“Come on, stop acting like a child, I see how you look at her and you know very well it’s mutual; you have a wonderful woman ready to love you and you’re letting her go…she might be your only chance of happiness, don’t miss it Charlie…”

Charlie passed a hand through his hair, he was having a hard time to think, he wanted to continue his job and do whatever he wanted, but you had been so different from the women he met, you had appeased his soul better than any harlot or alcohol…he had to get you back, keep you close to him. He gave one last look to his brother “get Mayfield and wait for us” he instructed before heading in the direction you had went.

You didn´t go far, you had entered in a barn and were sitting on a bunch of straw, you were angry, close to tears, why did you think he could ever feel something for you? You shook your head; you should have never…

“Y/N?” you looked at Charlie, he had managed to find you, why was he coming after you anyway?

“What do you want?” you asked meeting his eyes, he looked less drunk right now.

“I came to apologize…” he started, you scoffed

“You ´ll have to do more than that this time Charlie.” you got up angrily, you came closer to him, honestly you were so close to beat his ass right now.

“You want to flirt with me? Fine but don´t pretend to care about me.” admitting openly how you felt. He blinked, not expecting to hear those words; you could bear to look at him right now, you had to go away but he caught you by the arm.

“I do care about you” he admitted, this revelation struck you, but you didn’t want to believe it, surely, he was joking again.

“Let go of me” you threatened

“Or what?” he challenged suddenly yanking your arm and pinning you to the wall, his arms on each side of your face to block you, your heartbeat increased.

“Careful Charlie, you don´t know what you´re dealing with…” you warned him, reading to fight him

“But I want to!” he replied, you opened and close your mouth several times.

“What?” you asked him confused.

“I want to… I want you to be with me, I want to take care of you just like you do for me.” he clarified; you were still wary but hope started to again to build in your chest.

“Then why did you go to these women?” he sighed, shaking his head, looking away.

“Because… despite how I feel about you, I have my father´s blood running through my veins, he…he was a monster Y/N…”

“But you have also your mother´s and from what I´ve heard she´s a good person” you rested your hand on his chest.

“Yes, she´s a saint…but it doesn’t mean I´m a good man” he said seriously as if it was a warning, his eyes finally went back to you, you chuckled, your hand coming to the back of his neck.

“Who said I wanted a good man.” you replied with a smirk, forcefully grabbing his hair before crashing your lips on his, he growled at the contact, one of his hands grabbing your back, his tongue quickly came to tease yours, meeting yours in a passionate battle, he tasted like whisky. Then, his mouth started to trail kisses down your jaw then your neck, sucking, nibbling the most sensitive areas which made you moan, how you had longed for this…

“Fuck me” you breathed in his ear, you didn’t have the patience tonight, you wanted him. Right now. He chuckled against your throat.

“Your wish is my command sweetheart.” he purred, sending shivers down your spine, increasing the heat between your legs. Your hand went to unbutton his shirt, you were finally touching his warm skin, the one you had longed for during the past days.

Then, you slid your hand between his skin and his shirt until they arrived on his back, where your fingers slowly went down, sliding under the fabric of his pants and undergarment, grabbing his ass, you smirked as he groaned under your touch. He captured your mouth once again, you lifted one leg, trying not to fall as you took off your boots, Charlie helping you, his mouth never leaving yours, then his hand traveled to your lower belly, caressing your spot through the clothes, your arched your body under this teasing touch, you wanted so much more, apparently he wasn´t the only one who couldn´t hold any longer. His fingers were busy unbuttoning your pants, with a gesture of his hand he let your pants and panties slide along your legs, you freed your ankles from them, you quickly unbuttoned his pants, you fingers shaking with arousal, then your hand finding his hard manhood, eagerly stroking it, a needy moan escaped his lips, he couldn´t take it anymore, he grabbed the back of your thighs, encouraging you to wrap your legs around his hips, which you did, holding tight on his shoulders, your back pressed against the wall, then in one sharp thrust he entered you, making you whimper with hunger, his thrust quickly became faster and faster, you were moaning scratching his back as you hold tighter under his rough thrusts, and he groaned pleased at the sounds of pleasure he was getting out of you, until you came, his seed filling your inside.

He rested his forehead against your collarbone, you placed tender kisses on his temple and his hair then slowly pushed himself out of you, then let go of your legs, you still had to hold onto him, your legs were shaking; Charlie was panting, he lifted his head, resting his left hand on the wall to support himself, his other hand came up to cup your jaw, he made eye contact with you, closing the gap between your lips in a passionate kiss, you closed your eyes at the sweet sensation. You wanted to stay right here, in his arms, but you knew important matters needed to be takin care of.

“Your brother is going to wonder where we are…and we have to make Mayfield pay” you murmured against his ear, gently biting his lobe, you felt teasing, reading for a second round, he chuckled, then his eyes met yours, danger in his eyes, he was thirsty for revenge.

“Yeah, let’s kick her ass, sweetheart.”

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