#'fuck it. i'll fill his boat with piss'

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Pretty like the wind

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a/n fourteenth part! You guys we are nearing the end and this one... This one was tough. I will only be able to accept complaints via email. Enjoy! 😉🤍🫧

warning: kids, blood, torture, intoxication, drugs, dark magic, pain, deaths, Illyrian torture mmm... I'm trying to think if I haven't missed anything. Ah... wounds.

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There was one thing Azriel was certain about: he was never going to get used to the sensation of holding you. The way his body ignited. It felt as if only then all of his senses were in tune with the rest of his body. The sweetest taste of perfection filled him. This was what finally feeling whole felt like. So was he pissed off when Rhys's gentle knocking on his mental shields woke him up? Yes. Was untangling his limbs from you the hardest thing Azriel had ever done? Absolutely. Did he linger just a bit longer, slowly brushing your hair as he watched you take in breath after breath? yes. Azriel smiled to himself because this was it. This was his forever. His other half lay in his bed. Peacefully sleeping. So his. Only his.

"I'll let you punch me raw", Rhys had caught up with Azriel in no time, "But you also know I wouldn't have asked if this wasn't serious". Azriel knew his duties. He took them seriously, too. So even if his heart was bleeding for his mate, he knew his people also needed him. "Fill me in," Azriel said firmly, tightening the straps holding his knives. "Cass is finishing the last interrogations, and nothing fucking adds up." Rhys was frustrated, which was always a sign of something going extremely wrong. All he was told before Azriel had winnowed into the south side of Velaris was that the border had been breached. An attack had occurred, but the moment the soldiers were sent, it all vanished. In Azriel's 500 years of life, shit didn't just disappear. "Memories?", Azriel said as he scanned the place. Weavers were already patching up the wards, but none of them looked seriously torn apart or damaged in general. "Ink black," Rhys said and Aziel halted at the sound of it, an odd chill running through his back. "And a freezing one. I could push, but...", Rhys ran a hand through his hair. Azriel recognized that worry now. Worry for the family. A mate, children. He was in the same boat now. "You could push, but let me guess, you would fry their brains in the process," Azriel unleashed, his shadow scattering around the place. He was going to fix this. And fix this quickly. Maybe he will even be able to come back before you have woken up.

Cold. Cold. Cold. So cold. So dark. It was so painful and numb at the same time. There were hands. Cold fingers. Echoes of something familiar. How could one feel so heavy and light as a fever at the same time? It felt as if you were blinking for a moment, desperately trying to wake up, only to be plunged back into the same darkness. Someone was holding your head down as you trashed. before Your body had grown frail once more. Slumping.

"I'm telling you they came with torches; everything was on fire," the man said, and Azriel would have believed him, but he knew the farmer. Had gotten multiple reports from him about younglings messing up his sheep fence. He heard him speak before, and something deep within Azriel screamed that this man wasn't talking on his behalf. "Look, if you got the whole village in on this because of that damn fence..." Cassian huffed; he too was losing his patience. Nesta was pregnant. Nothing had been confirmed, but Azriel could smell it on Cass, and so could Rhys; the two had shared a look but chosen to not test Cassian's boundaries. The man was desperate for her. Out of the three of them, Cassian was the one whose patient was extremely thin today. Not to mention the heightened need to protect that coursed through his body.

Azrie shot his brother a look before motioning for the door. Cassian was halfway through the door when the man spoke again, "What fence?" There was a glimmer of relief in the man's eyes before it all glazed over again, and this time that same odd tone was back: "Torches all of them." Azriel turned to Rhys, whose face bore the same realization. They were all under something. Herbs. Magic. Mother only knew.

"Billy, your goat. How is he doing?", the man practically seized at Azriel's voice. "Bill...", the male breathed. "Yeah, one who chewed up your farm shoes," Azriel continued, the same glistening light running through the male's eyes. As if he was clawing at himself from within. It was as if someone was barging to be let out. But it was Rhys who delivered the last blow. "What about your wife? Huh, how's she been doing? She's still knitting you scarves." The male coughed, clawing at his neck. Panic set in as he moved towards the door, but Cassian was still standing there, his broad shoulders blocking any chance at escaping. "Billy and your wife, how are they?", Cass said it in a demanding tone. The man stilled, and then, thick like lava, liquid trickled down his nose.

"Rhys...", Cassian growled. The male staggered back slightly but gained his stance pretty quickly. And the terror that set in now was of a new kind. "My lord...", he breathed out, pulling his hat off his head, only then reaching to feel the dampness on his lip. Dread pooled in Azriel's stomach. "Fuck," the high lord breathed, "This is set up." Rhys's darkness swallowed the place as he winnowed. Azriel reached for the older male and said, "Go home; I'll be back, but you have nothing to worry about." With that, he snatched Cassian's hand as they both winnowed.

It was the cold that seeped into you that had pulled your eyes open. Your fingers grazed the surface beneath you. They felt numb as if they no longer belonged to you, but enough to still somewhat identify your surroundings. The surface you were lying on was damp. That would explain the sounds of droplets hitting the puddles somewhere. You tried to dig into your mind. Tried to think. Where were you? What was happening? You forced your eyes to fully open. A gray stone was what greeted you. You frowned instantly. Nothing seemed to add up. It was sniffling that you picked up on next. But the moment you turned your head to the side, you were met with something you thought you would never see again.

"No", your voice was barely a whimper. "No", you tried to pull yourself up, crawling towards the painfully familiar bars. You didn't feel a single ounce of magic within yourself. It was as if it had all fizzled out. But this couldn't be true. Absolutely couldn't. You have escaped. You... your hands touched the bars as you pulled yourself up. And for a heartbeat, you wished you hadn't.

In the cell opposite of yours lay two figures that clawed through every bit of sedative running through your system. "Zofie, Axel...", the words were barely a whisper as your knees threatened to buck any minute. "Zo, Ax," you breathed louder, trying to move the cell doors, but for nothing. It all came rushing back then. The strange vision. The dinner prep. Elain. Your thoughts halted - Azriel. Your hand rested on your chest. You couldn't feel him. You couldn't... "No," you breathed. He couldn't be dead. You wouldn't be standing here if he was. Your eyes darted back toward the kids. Zofie was pale. Too pale. Axel's wings were bent awkwardly. They couldn't be. They couldn't... It was enough for the thought to simply swirl there and within seconds you were turning to the side as bile rose in your throat.

No matter how much panic Azriel felt coming from both Rhys and Cassian, he refused to let it settle in. You were fine. You had to be. They were all just panicked. Nothing like that has happened since Amarantha. So it was more than understandable that everyone would be ticked off. Azriel unbuttoned the first two buttons of his shirt as he winnowed back to his apartment. Rhys was meeting him there the moment both Nesta and Feyre were in the safety of the house of wind.

Just the moment his foot hit the wood floor in his apartment, Azriel knew that something was off. The place seemed ice-cold. The burning smell filled his nose. No. No. No. Not happening. "Y/n," he called out as he stepped deeper into the place. Bile rose in Azriel's throat as his eyes scanned the kitchen. Flowers were scattered on the floor, with a smashed vase to accompany them. Fresh goods were still in the bags by the little kitchen counter. A burnt-out pot—whatever had been cooking there had turned into a chard mess. At least now he knew where the smell was coming from. Azriel's eyes fell onto the colorful drawing that now lay upon all the filth that filled the floor. A card. He hesitated. He knew whatever was in... Azriel folded the paper open. Messy's scribbled writing in two different colors greeted him.

We wanted to ask you a big question. Written with a k instead of a q, that's been crossed out and corrected. Azriel wanted that to warm his heart, but all it did was cause more ache. Yet nothing prepared him for the next line. Can you please be our dad? We'd love that, Zo and Ax. The world in front of Azriel shifted. His vision went out for a second. Their dad. A father figure. Azriel gripped the kitchen counter. His kids. They were already his kids. But to know that they both wanted that and that they had all of this set-out... All of this was supposed to be a surprise for him, and now...

Azriel heard rustling outside his apartment door that he only now realized was slightly ajar. "Elain?", a muffled voice that belonged to Rhys called out. Azriel crossed the distance in a couple of steps as he yanked the door open. His anger was boiling even hotter. He saw her, hiding in the corner of the hallway. That same black liquid trickled down her nose. "I couldn't. I tried", she managed to muffle between sobs, but Azriel turned away from her. "Tell Lucien that she's here. I don't need a territorial male running around causing trouble", Azriel said bluntly to Rhys.

"Azriel, please," Elain shifted, trying to reach for any part of the shadow singer she could get her hands on. "Elain, unless you have something useful to...", Azriel batted her hand away as he scowled at her. She probably didn't deserve it. It wasn't her fault that she had gotten herself under that spell, yet knowing that she was the one who had seen you last didn't sit well with Azriel. "They know you'll come; she wants that," Elain muttered, making Azriel frown. "Who?", the female shook her head, and Azriel moved to step away instantly. "A lady in white, she... I don't know, like a priestess."

And within a beat of a heart, it was all crystal clear. The threats and the unwillingness to cooperate—Rhys said it had all been done and taken care of. A new wave of anger rushed through Azriel as he reached for Rhys's neck, bending most of his body over the sixth-floor railing. "I should have burned that place down," Azriel hissed. "Azriel," Rhys said, pushing against his brother's hold. "If my mate and my kids get hurt because you stalled, I swear on everything holy to me. You will never see me again, Rhys", and with a final shove, Azriel let go. Rhys managed to keep himself upright, but before he could turn to the spymaster, he was already gone.

The next time your eyes snapped open, you scrambled to your feet almost immediately. Reaching for the bars, you cast your gaze upon the cell opposite yours. A breath hitched in your throat. They had shifted. Axel was leaning against the wall. All you could see was his face; his wings were messily draped over his chest, he no doubt had to be holding Zofie. "Axel," you called out softly, not wanting to startle him even more. Mother knew these kids were through hell just because of you. "Sweetheart, Ax," you called out again, knees buckling as those golden eyes gazed straight at you. "Y/n," he breathed in return, trying to move closer, but you quickly shook your head.

"It's okay; stay where you are. Are you hurt? Does anything hurt?", you looked him over the best you could. The boy only shook his head. "But Zofie is cold," he muttered, pealing one of his wings to reveal a sickly pale girl with no color in her skin. You sank to the floor. "Is she...", the ringing in your ears grew louder. Axel quickly shook his head once more. "I think it's the empathy thing," he said softly. "I've been thinking all the happy thoughts, and pa-Azriel," Axel stated. Your eyes softened. "You don't have to correct yourself, Ax; you can call him your papa." You wished they hadn't taken this evening away from them. Why this one out of them all? "Will he come to get us?", there was doubt in the boy's tone, but you met his eyes with your blazing gaze. "He will. He will always come for us. No matter where we end up, Azriel will always find a way to bring us back home. You want to know why?", you asked him, and Axel instantly nodded, "Because he loves us, and we love him."

Azriel's shadows were swirling all around the sanctuary as he watched from the mountain peaks. He knew that you were there. The last bits of mating bond practically screamed at him while he ran over ways he was going to slather everyone stupid enough to get in his way. He gritted his teeth together.

"You know... I was never afraid of your darkness," you had muted to him as you two had laid in bed together. Your hand was extended up in the air as his shadows swirled all around, tattering your skin with kisses. "You should be; most are," Azriel breathed. "Why would I? It's a part of you, and it's beautiful to me." Azriel had shifted slightly from the words—loving you is the easiest thing I have to do in my life, he had thought but he didn't say it. too afraid that it was all moving too fast. too afraid to scare you away. And now, more than ever, Azriel wished he would have spoken those words. Would have told you about the house on the very side of Velaris. He had bought it decades ago for his family. For his mate and for his kids. And he had just that—all of it—but it was slipping past his fingers.

A handful of papers slapped against Azriel's chest as Rhys winnowed right in front of him. "Padme wants you apart because you two were a profit in some ancient scroll," Azriel snatched the report, taking his eyes off the building just for a heartbeat so he could look it over. "You two are the opposite of the spectrum; your union can... You'd become more powerful than most high lords", Rhys said firmly, knowing that at any moment the words he spoke could be his last, " So this whole thing could be set up by one or multiple of the other high lords, or someone desperate to save the world".

Azriel had to give Rhys credit. The stuff he pulled out in such a short time was impressive, and it would explain the level of magic used to possess others. But if he could do it in such a short time, he could have given him the papers with this information weeks ago. As if reading his mind, Rhys spoke, "Let us help you get her and the kids back, and then you're free to step away from your position as my spymaster." The words drilled holes in Azriel's already bleeding heart, "I should have taken action sooner. I failed you and your family." Azriel lifted his hand, silencing his high lord. "Two entrances are unguarded. Your job is to get the kids and take them away from that place", the cold tone Azriel used felt wrong, but he couldn't do this now. Azriel's priorities no longer lay with Rhys. No longer lay with his court.

You were humming an old Illyrian lullaby when the doors to the dungeon creaked open and in strolled Padme, accompanied by at least four guards. "I hope you're enjoying your fantasy now," she said with that same cold smile on her lips. "You bitch," you spat her way, throwing all of your weight at the iron bars. "Pick your words wisely, child. I have power over you", she said, standing right in front of you now, looking you over as if you were nothing more than a speck of dirt beneath her shoes. "I trusted you," you said through gritted teeth, "You said...", "That I cared? That I will keep you safe," Padme cut you off, "The same thing your supposed lover is saying to you now. Look where my love brought you; want to see where he will take you?" She stepped over so quickly you didn't even notice when her claws had dug in the hack of your scalp, that same demonic face flashing right in front of you.

Then flames erupted all around you. All of the Velaris was up in flames. Houses falling. People were trying to crawl from beneath the debris. You ran forward, trying to help a woman free her leg, but the moment you approached, she screamed out in panic, trying to move away from you. You shook your head. "Do you want this?", Padme's voice rang all around you. "You are going to be so selfish and end so many lives just because you think someone can finally love you," her laugh echoed, chipping even more of your already frozen-over heart. "I kept you safe. It is I who truly knows how to love a creature like you". Your head fell back as the priestess pulled her blood-coated nails away from you, licking the very tips, "You always belonged with me." Your eyes locked on her dark orbs. You've never seen them in their true colors before.

"That's a lie! Azriel loves us; we're a family," Axel's voice rang out, making you blink, "Tell her, YN, we'll always be together." Padme turned to the boy, yanking the cell door open as she stepped in. "No," you breathed out, reaching for them. "Say that again, boy," her hand wrapped around his neck as she lifted him from the ground, Zofie's frail body slipping out of his hand, awkwardly filling the cold floor. "No, Padme, let him go," you pleaded. You were not letting them go through the same torture you had already endured. "He loves her," Axel said firmly, even if he was slowly losing oxygen. "I'll do whatever you want, but you have to promise you will not hurt them, Pad," you said so quickly that you could barely make out your own words.

The priestess's head turned toward you, a vicious smile spreading across her face. "Return them safely to Azriel, and I will do whatever you want," you pleaded. Padem simply let go of Axel. "Very well," she said happily. "I'll drop them off at that old lady's house," You nodded along with her words. Cordelia will look after them for now. She'll explain it all to them. Take good care of Zofie until she can once again lay in Azriel's arms. "But you, my dear," Padme mustered, "You owe me your heart, especially the part of it that belongs to the shadowsinger." Your vision blurred as her words settled in. A part. There wasn't just a part. All of it was Azriel's. You had given it to him that night outside his mother's house. He had it ever since.

Azriel had his finger pressed to his lips as he once again came into contact with a small group of terrified females, slowly gesturing for them to exit the place. Knowing well that Rhys would guide them out of the building. One of them had already told them how to get to the lower floors of the sanctuary. Azriel would find you. He'll take you home. He rounded the familiar corner. He was trying to be as quiet as he possibly could. It was strange to think that he had lived here for a bit. He had met his other missing part between these walls, which made him nothing but sick now.

Down the corridor. Into the main communal hall, and then right on the left corner, Azriel stopped. There was no way. No, there was no way this couldn't be it. His eyes instantly darted up, looking for anyone planning an attack from up above, but he saw no one, and his shadows sensed nothing.

"Y/n," he breathed out, and you instantly turned around. Your dress was dirty and damp, and there was blood running down the back of your neck, mixing in with your light hair. Blood. Azriel crossed the distance between the two of you in a couple of steps. "Why are you here? Did you kill her?", he carefully cupped your face as he looked you over. Your lip trembled. "Love," Azriel breathed. "The kids are at your mother's. I got them out, but you need to leave," the last word was choked out, and you quickly covered your mouth. Trying to fight your emotions. Azriel pulled at your hand, but you quickly pulled back. "You need to leave me behind," you whispered. "That will never happen," the spymaster said firmly.

"Azriel, I will lose control again. I will burn the city down. I saw it", you shook your head, trying to chase the images away. "I will burn it for you if you give up on us," Azriel said harshly, but his touch still stayed nothing but soft.

"I'm not giving up on us," you whispered so quietly. You promised to push him away. Make him leave you so the kids will be safe. Be safe with him. They didn't need you. But you couldn't lie to him. You'll make him leave you behind in some other way. But Azriel cupped your face with both hands and said, "I waited for you my whole life. You are everything I ever wanted and more. I can only breathe when I'm with you, Y/n. You are my everything. If you are not with me, I don't want to live." His honest words pulled a light sob from your lips. "Azriel, I...", you breathed right as an arrow pierced Azriel's shoulder. The spymaster hissed as he turned back, trying to find the source of the attack.

"No," you shouted, but Azriel was already shielding you while an arrow after an arrow pierced his skin and wings. A roar slipped past his lips, but he stood unmoving, using his body like a shield. "No, let me," you breathed out as you tried to pull him away but... The room died down quickly, and you watched as Azriel slowly sank to his knees.

"Azriel," you followed suit, cupping his face in your hands. His lips were tinted red. No, they couldn't be. No, this couldn't be happening. Azriel moved one of his hands up as he grasped your forearm firmly. "You belong to no one," he said, pausing to take a breath between each word, "Don't let them control you any longer." His grip loosened, and his hazy eyes only focused on you. "No, Az. Azriel! Look at me, Azriel", you bagged, tapping his face lightly, trying to keep him awake.

"And so the story ends," Padme said, moving from behind one of the columns with a pleased smile on her lips. "What did you do? What did you do?", you shouted at her. "I saved the world, child," she said, raising her hands in delight. Her laughter filled the space, but your eyes were already back on your mate. "Azriel, look at me," you pressed your hands against him, trying to flicker at least some of your magic on, but you couldn't seem to get a hold of it. The spymaster smiled slightly, grasping your hand in his. "I'll see you on the other side," he muttered. You choked out a cry. "No, no, you will not," you said angrily. "Azriel," his name was like a prayer on your lips. You felt the last bits of the bond slowly flicker out as an overwhelming pain crawled all over you. Time slowed as you watched Azriel's eyes slowly droop.

But then your deathly glare rose to meet Padme's satisfied gaze. "What did you do?", the scream ripped through. Ignited even more by the pain of feeling Azriel slipping away, the cry seemed never-ending. You heard glass breaking. The cracking of the chipping stone. You saw nothing but white rage. Pulling one of the arrows out of Azriel's body, you pointed it at Padem. "I will be your worst nightmare," you said through gritted teeth. Your body didn't feel like your own as you logged the arrow. And it hit Padme straight in her heart with the speed you'd never thought you could muster.

That same itching feeling in your throat started once more. The same one you felt when they ripped your wings off. The sanctuary was slowly falling apart. The females rushed to get out, but you couldn't bring yourself to care anymore as you pulled Azriel's head over your lap. There was so much blood everywhere. Too much blood. The tears fell freely down your face in a never-ending stream.

You moved your hands over Azriel's heart, watching as your hands disappeared within the light you possessed. But it didn't seem to work. "Y/n," you heard Rhys's shaky voice. "Get out," you barked out. The high lord still tried to step closer, but you hissed at him, "Get out, Rhys, and take the ones you can with you." You felt the last bits of your self-control failing. He only held your gaze for a moment before he winnowed away.

A sob slipped past your lips as you cupped Azriel's face, leaning over to kiss his cold lips. Time slowed once more. The static felt unbearable. One heartbeat. Two. Three. Four. And it all erupts with a sob like no other. You felt blood trickling down your ears as all of your being clawed at your fragile body. The light was blinding. So was the warmth that followed it. It felt like forever. The sizzling of your skin eased as the snow slowly fell upon you two. You blinked a couple of times. Pouring whatever was left into Azriel until your hands slipped off his chest and your body sagged on top of his.

The first thing he felt was coldness. Then the snowflakes fell on his face. His body also felt heavy. Like it had never felt before. The gray sky was all around him as he opened his eyes. His mind felt numb. For a moment, he had no idea why he was lying there in the first place. Until it all came tumbling down. One image after the other. The sanctuary. You. Arrows. Was this what the other side looked like because, shit, it was grim. Azriel shifted slightly, halting when his hand hit something. Something that was sprawled out across him.

He sat up so fast that your body rolled down to his lap. No. "Y/n," he said, wrapping his arms around your body and hissing at the coldness of it. "My love," he muttered, flexing his stiff wings. They had to be torn. Azriel turned. Not a single cut was on them. Not a single arrow was in his flesh. You've melted it away and healed him. "Love," he called out desperately, "Open your eyes." You couldn't die. He couldn't have just been here, lying unconscious, while you slowly faded from this world.

Azriel's eyes darted across the fallen sanctuary walls. Blood on the white stone. Padme's body was not far away from where you two were. Only the outskirts of the city looked burned to the ground, but there was no doubt that Rhys knew that something like this was coming. Azriel shook his head as he pressed his forehead to yours. "You promised me forever, love," he said softly, "I'm calling in my bargain now." Azriel carefully brushed his lips over yours, and the faintest of thuds echoed in your hallowed-out chest.

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#azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel x oc #azriel imagine #azriel shadowsinger #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar x reader #azriel acotar imagine #azriel acotar #acotar imagine #acotar x reader #acotar x you #acotar x oc

[unofficial-book-of-quotes-tm]

'Cause I was looking into purchasing gallons of piss. 'Cause I was in a dispute with the Woolwich Ferry man. I thought, 'Fuck it, I'll fill his boat with piss'.

Bob Mortimer (series 05, episode 08: Their water's so delicious) Create the best graph.

#taskmaster #bob mortimer #taskmaster quotes #taskmaster: series 5

[zilabee]

I love Paul starting out the day with Another Day because that's what I sing to myself while I open the episode file and try to find the right day, and wonder what mundane terrible poignantly sad things will happen this time.

But it's day six, so we're okay. A small oasis where all Paul wants is to impress Linda with how hilarious he is, and all John wants is to impress Linda with how easily he can make Paul laugh and draw him away from her. It all adds up lovely.

Well, good afternoon, I'd like to welcome you to the rehearsal rooms of The Beatles' entourage and their fifty press officers, where they're just breaking into a number called 'Across the Unicorn'

George's second breakfast. John's filthy hair. Ringo saying he's gone off the boat idea despite having literally never been on the boat idea. "Do you have access to real tea?" Yoko and Linda chatting. "Hello Paul, it's me, Tuesday." Linda's shy looks when she notices they're filming her. Saluting Elvis. Primal affirmation. "Only if you ask nicely." Yoko's chair dance. George's terrible drumming. Johns continuity clothes. "Commonwealth" "Yes" "I feel the most relaxed around Ring." ratatatatatatatatatatatatatata. Glyn and George's coats vying for dominance. "Can we have some more tea Kevin." Once more with Felix!

(I can't remember if we have audio tapes of Linda and Yoko today but I feel like their conversation must be Yoko flooded with relief at finally having a real human being to talk to about just how INSANELY BORING AND DREADFUL the past five days have been. I don't know how she did it. I love her, with her notebooks and her papers, and her desperately trying to find SOMETHING she can do while her boring boyfriend and his stupid band piss about arguing at nothings. Her whole conversation with Linda just looks like someone who is so ready to release every ridiculous thing a man has said to her over the last week to someone who will understand.)

John: There's a house by you which I fancy. Ringo: Lloyd George's? John: Yeah. So I'll pop in for a cup of tea if I come round, Saturday or Sunday... it sounds all right, it sounds like only about the same size as Weybridge. It was built for him in about forty acres as well. Linda: Forty acres! John: And about three lakes. You know like all joined together. So sounds good. £45000. [...] You press a button and iron gates shut on all the windows, you know, in case they get in.

Honestly though, my favourite thing today, is probably Paul suddenly filling the room with the Long and Winding Road, just sitting there and playing four notes, and the whole feeling of it suddenly existing when it didn't. I know it's the nature of music, but the nature of music is fucking magical. And something about how he doesn't even know the words yet - with that and Let It Be - there's something so tender about it that I can't put into words. (also his trying to make Carry That Weight into a lighthearted comedy song about everyday silly little troubles, while it waits for him, desperate to be more properly understood.)

#get back #get back january #look at me #having day six feelings on day six #(I'll wait and see how well I cope with day seven's feelings #before I feel too pleased with myself) #get back words

[parisian-nicole]

A Miami Vice Fic: Free Falling (Chp. 4)

Free Falling Chapter 3: https://parisian-nicole.tumblr.com/post/691854394730381312/a-miami-vice-fic-free-falling-chp-3

Author's Note: There will be some sexual content, non-consensual and abusive interactions in this chapter. If you think this might offend you please go read something else. If you do read I hope you enjoy it and will be so kind as to leave a review.

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They had driven in complete silence. Sonny kept his angry eyes glued to the road ahead of him and his hands had a death grip on the steering wheel, as he bobbed and weaved through the traffic at a high rate of speed. Trudy clutched the passenger side door and the dashboard to steady herself as the speeding jerked her about. When she allowed herself to focus on her surroundings Trudy realized they were heading to the Marina where Sonny kept his mini yacht docked. A familiar fear started to fill her, at the thought of being trapped alone on a boat with Sonny Burnett, and a pissed off Sonny Burnett at that. When he pulled the car right up to the entrance to the boat and put the car in park, she actually contemplated jumping out and running away. But before she could figure out which direction she would run, the passenger side door suddenly opened and the same guard who had done Sonny's bidding for her care twice before was there. She took note of how he held the door open but didn't offer her his hand to get out, and she knew that was at Sonny's instructions. Look but never touch. That was a rule Trudy knew she could take some sort of solace in.

"Mr. Burnett the boat's ready for your departure and everything is set as you instructed," The guard relayed as Sonny exited the driver's side of the car.

"Good, let's go," Sonny spoke out as he locked his eyes onto Trudy, who stood rooted in her spot, where she shook her head.

"No, I'm not getting on that boat with you," She replied. "Sonny, I told you that I have a flight to catch in less than an hour."

"Right, to visit your sick grandmother," He chuckled as he walked around the front of the car. When he reached where she stood, he roughly grabbed her left arm into his right hand and forcefully yanked her from where she stood.

"Ow, you're hurting my arm," She cried out in surprise and in true pain to his rough manhandling. She tried to struggle and pull from his hold but it only got tighter.

"Then you should listen," He growled this out as he stopped them at the stairs of the boat and he jerked her closer. "And do as I say. Get on the fucking boat, now!" He shoved her to the stairs and had she not reached out to grasp the railing she would have fallen hard to the ground. She stepped up and finally boarded the bow of the yacht. She put some distance between her and the stairs where Sonny was now stepping from. She rubbed her bruised left arm as she turned her head about to gauge if she might be able to jump from the boat. "Don't even think about it," Sonny spat out fully understanding her intent. "'Cause if you do it, I will fish you out and then together we'll go find your boyfriend Rico and I'll make you watch as I put a bullet right between his eyes," Trudy shivered at the heartless words and the coldness she now saw in his eyes as if it had dropped the temperature around her. He looked more than just angry. Now, he looked wild and crazed to her.

"How many times do I have to say it, Sonny, Rico's not my fucking boyfriend," She hissed out. Her demeanor may have looked as if she were mad but the truth was, she was absolutely terrified and wanted to cry and pull at her hair in frustration at the situation she was now in.

"Sure, sweetheart," He sneered out disbelievingly and then turned his focus to the guard. "Go tell the captain to push off. I want to put a lot of distance between us and the mainland as soon as possible," The guard nodded and he headed off and Sonny turned his focus back onto Trudy. "Downstairs," He nodded to the doorway that led to the below deck compartments. Trudy moved to the entrance and led the way down. "No, not the lounge," He stopped her before she entered the familiar space she had been locked in before. "Straight back, the large door at the end," She did as he instructed and when she reached the door she stopped and waited for him. He moved up beside her, grasped the knob, opened the door, and waved her inside. Trudy looked inside and realized it was the master bedroom on the boat. She found she could not move her legs as the weight of what she was sure would happen if she crossed the threshold pressed upon her. It was the gentle shove against the small of her back that finally got her into the room. She hurried to the other side of the stately space, keeping her back to Sonny. When she heard the click of the lock her eyes closed and freed the troubled tears that had been waiting just at the rims of her eyes. There were several silent moments before he spoke out again. "You know, I should just kill you for the way you've played with me," He said and she turned to look at him with wide fright-filled eyes, anticipating he had a gun already aimed at her. She found him seated calmly in one of the beautifully upholstered chairs near the door, and he was holding the gun in his right hand as he stared up at her with wet dangerous eyes.

"I haven't played you," She spoke with a shaky voice. "I have done nothing to you, Sonny. But you threatened to kill my boss tonight and then you kidnapped me."

"Kidnapped you?" He scuffed out. "You came of your own free will, darlin."

"Under duress because you said you would kill Rico if I didn't."

"Yeah, and I would have, and I still might," He growled out. "Did you fuck him tonight?"

"No! I am not fucking Rico he's, my boss. How many times do you want me to say it?"

"Until I believe you and I don't. I can see it when you're around him … there is something more between you two than just an employer and employee relationship."

"Yeah, I've known Rico for six or seven years now. He's like a big brother to me, and he's never ever been my lover," She spoke truthful words but could see he hadn't believed her. "Sonny, I haven't been intimate with a man in almost two years, and it's been even longer than that since I've even been on a date with one. Not until our lunch date," He watched her silently for a long moment before he settled the gun on the table next to the chair, and then suddenly rose up from the chair and moved to her. In turn, Trudy stumbled as she stepped back from his advancing but stopped when he reached out his left hand and grabbed a fist full of her thick curly hair, which was out and settled at her shoulders. "Owww," Trudy cried out in shock and to the sharp pain in her scalp as he yanked her head back some. She lifted both of her hands to pull at his left one, hoping to gain her release, but he never relented. Then she felt his right hand pulling up the bottom of the summer dress she had put on for her flight. She shot her left hand to grab hold of his right hand, which now tugged and tore away the flimsy panties she had on. "Sonny, please do-UHNAAH!" She screamed as he rammed two fingers into her core. "Umhmm," Trudy bit at her bottom lip and tried to swallow down the moans as her eyes clamped shut not just to the painful intrusion but also to the way her traitorous body was instantly responding to the manipulation of Sonny's fingers. She had not been lying when she confessed that her body had not felt such an intimate touch in 2 years, and it was definitely reacting to Sonny's touch now.

"Fuck, baby, you weren't lying, were you?" Sonny spoke out in a low moan, and his eyes roll shut and he grew instantly hard to just how tight she felt around his fingers. He leaned forward and rested his head beside hers while he pressed his taunt body up against her body. "You feel as tight as a virgin," He panted out excitedly as he slowly thrust his two digits in and out of her center. "And you're so hot and getting so wet too," Trudy whimpered as both of her hands tightened around his. She couldn't keep her body still as her hips swerved and gyrated upon his fingers as she sought to create more friction. "Is this sweet juice all for me?" He purred into her ear and then leaned back some to stare at her face, which was no longer contorted in fear, outrage, or pain. Instead, her face looked serene, delighted, and relieved. Her voice hitched in her throat as she watched him beneath hooded eyelids. A half sob and half moan escaped her lips as fresh tears spilled down her face. She knew the way her body was moving against his hand made her appear to him like a wanton whore, even while her mind raged and screamed at her to stop moving and push him away. But her grip only tightened around his hand that was buried in her folds, in an attempt to keep him inside until she found her release.

"Sonny, please…" Trudy sobbed out in desperation. She was mad at herself when she heard the neediness in her voice and was too embarrassed to continue her words. She was so afraid that if she kept talking, she'd say out loud just how much she did not want him to stop touching her.

"I'll please you, baby. All I want to do is please you, Trudy," He mumbled against her mouth before he kissed her deeply. She moaned more as the taste of him just heightened things into an erotic moment and increased the throbbing pleasure building between her legs. Sonny pulled from the kiss and moved his lips to her left ear. "How do you want me to please you? Do you want me to fuck your sweet pussy?" Her eyes rolled shut to his words and the increased pace of his fingering. "If that's what you want, you're gonna have to help me out. I've got my hands full right now," He whispered and then nibbled at her ear. At that moment Trudy fully understood that he was testing her. If she gave in to his will, gave her body to him, she was declaring that she was his and he would then feel he had the right to kill any man who dared touch her. But it was also an internal test for herself, for if she did this, she knew it would forever change her relationship with her friend Sonny Crockett if he ever got his memories back. "I'm dying right now, darlin," His strained voice broke through her reverie. "I need to be inside of you, help me out," He commanded even though in a soft tone, and she couldn't stop her hands as they moved to the buckle of his belt. She made quick work of the belt and then the button and zipper of his suit pants, all while her brown eyes remained locked to his green ones. She finally pushed down the boxers he wore, and once Sonny was freed, he removed his hands from her hair and pussy. He forcefully backed her to the large mahogany dresser while she pushed off his suit jacket and tore open the dress shirt underneath. He then used both of his hands to grab her backside as she snaked her arms around his neck. Then he lifted her and settled her bare bottom on the top edge of the dresser, moved in between her thighs. Any reservations Trudy may have had were all gone now, and she pulled him into a sensuous kiss while she lifted her legs and wrapped them around Sonny's lower back. She pressed her feet into his back to pull him closer to her. He needed no further provocation as he gripped his cock and guided it into her hot core. They both bucked, hissed, and then groaned through the connection and near-crippling rush of euphoria that had simultaneously washed over both of them. Both knew this first coupling wouldn't last long nor be kind or gentle, but it would be quick, rough, messy, and likely bruising. And at this moment, they were both fine with that as their movements became more and more erratic as they raced to give the other an exquisite release.

****

At the Organized Crime Bureau Headquarters

****

"He actually threatened to shoot you?" Switek spoke out from his spot leaning against the window inside the conference room. Tubbs had just told Castillo, Gina, and Switek what had gone down with Sonny at the townhouse.

"Yeah, and the only reason I'm standing here now and not down at the county morgue is because of Trudy," Tubbs replied as he clenched his fist in anger as he recalled the look of horror and fear on her face. "She gave into Sonny's demand and went with him."

"God, she must be so scared right now," Gina chimed in as she swallowed down impending tears. "I'm sorry Rico, I tried to call and warn you guys after Sonny left the club," She looked across the table to her friend and co-worker. "I knew that he was dangerous by how he acted at the club. He nearly broke my arm trying to find out where Trudy was," For effect, she pushed up the sleeve of the blouse she wore and exposed the huge bruise displayed there.

"Jesus," Switek gasped out as he scowled in anger at the bruise marring Gina's delicate skin. "Why isn't there a BOLO or APB out on Sonny yet?" He turned his frowning face to their Lieutenant, who stood at the head of the table, hands in his pockets while he stared glumly down at the table.

"The DEA pulled rank, contacted the Commissioner," Castillo began relaying what he had been told by his superiors. "It's been determined that this Carrera bust has to take precedent."

"Precedent to what?" Tubbs spat out angrily as his face held the same outrage as Gina's and Switek's. "The life of a police officer who's given 8 years of her life protecting and serving this city. C'mon man, you know that ain't right," Castillo lifted mad eyes up to Tubbs and Tubbs calmed some for he could see Castillo was just as pissed about the call.

"Trudy is a decorated cop and she knows how to do her job," Castillo said. "Now, you have to do yours. Finish the deal with Carrera, help take down his entire organization, and bring both Sonny and Trudy home."

"Yeah, and in the meantime just hope that Trudy doesn't get fed to the wolves," Gina tossed on still upset that there was no real plan to get Trudy back.

"The meet-up with Carrera is next week?" Castillo spoke out again.

"Yeah," Tubbs responded. "The plan is to fly down to the Bahamas to the home he has there for a mini vacation and bring him in a shipment. We're making the buy on his turf, which puts the odds in his favor."

"We've already flown down teams to start surveillance," Castillo countered. "You're booked on the next flight down there. I have your ticket on my desk," He shot eyes to Switek who in turn nodded his understanding. "I insisted that our entire team be involved because we have two of our own in the crossfire. Gina," He focused on her and she sat up straighter as she listened "You will go as Mr. Ortiz's companion," She nodded.

"Sure, and I won't even fuss this time about always being someone's arm candy. I will do whatever it takes to bring Trudy home safe and sound."

"And what about Sonny, and bringing him home safe and sound?" Switek questioned.

"I honestly don't know if that's possible anymore," Gina answered honestly as she subconsciously rubbed her sore arm and Tubbs nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, after what I saw in his eyes tonight, I don't see him giving up without a fight," Tubbs stated. "And this obsession he seems to have with Trudy is definitely gonna make it difficult to get her away from him too."

****

They had transitioned from the dresser to the floor and now were entangled in the white satin sheets on the king-sized bed. Trudy was pinned on her back with Sonny's body holding her down. His hands held her arms above her head at the wrist, as he pounded into her almost viciously. Trudy's cries switched between pain and pleasure every other moment as she twisted and glided beneath him. The way he possessed her was ecstatic and at the same time punishing. His words aligned with his deep thrusts.

"So, fucking good baby," He groaned out as he placed wet kisses against her face, mouth, and neck while swerving and pushing into her in deliberately slow and delicious strokes. It made her whimper and lean in to nip, lick, and kiss at the flesh on his shoulder. "And it's all mine," He growled out as he released her hands and fisted her curls as he now harshly banged them pelvis to pelvis, lifting up and then dropping down into her without regard. She screamed out to the slicing pain that had a trail of pleasure at its end. Trudy clawed at his back her scratches stinging a little as they drew prickles of blood. "You're mine," Sonny grunted out as he snarled down into her face while purposely brutalizing her tender center. Trudy could only gasp, squeal, and cry out to each blow as she clung to him. She tried to push it all to the back of her mind what was happening at this moment, but she knew it would disturb her when she thought about it later. How he was treating her, marking her, and claiming her as his. But she would be most bothered by how she was letting him and mostly enjoying it. "Say it!" He barked down into her face as he yanked at her hair and continued his malicious assault on her body. "Say, you're mine, Trudy, SAY IT!"

"YES!" Trudy screamed out and then whimpered as she bucked under his rough ministrations. "I'm yours, Sonny … please, please," She sobbed as tears streamed down her face now. The pain was becoming too much to bear, though a part of her didn't want him to stop completely because she was so close to climaxing. As if he had sensed her distress or was just satisfied with her declaration, Sonny kissed her while he piston more slowly inside of her. His movements were now more in the fashion of making love to her, and she cooed and arched up some as a 3rd orgasm overtook her.

"I love you, Trudy," He huffed out against her ear as he came inside of her once more. "God, I need and want you so fucking much," He panted out as he nestled his head into the nook of her neck. He tucked his arms more snuggly around her body, they both gulped in the air while their bodies calmed. Fresh tears rolled from Trudy's eyes at his words, because she knew that he had meant them but that they were just words derived from fanciful things his fractured mind had pieced together from a reality it couldn't fully recall, and this made her close her eyes and silently weep for him.

"I'm not just some 'thing' you can possess, Sonny," She whispered back to him and he lifted his head to look down at her. She held his gaze steadily.

"I know you're not a 'thing', but you are 'my' woman now," He proclaimed.

"Whether I want to be or not?"

"Oh, you want it, and I know how badly you want it now," Sonny said as he moved his hand down her body and inserted a finger inside of her. She hissed to the burn and gratification from his touch.

"You scare me, Sonny. You're like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde," She moaned out to the newfound pleasure that was filling her once more. Before she could further hate herself for enjoying how he touched her he instantly stopped his hand, removed his finger, and truly listened to her. She took a few seconds to calm herself before she spoke again. "And this life you live, it's scary and I don't want to be a part of any of it."

"You don't have to be scared, baby. I would never hurt you, Trudy, and I would never let my work harm you either. I'll always protect you, I swear it," He said this as he adoringly caressed her left cheek. She had to bite her tongue to keep from telling him that some of what he had just done to her had hurt her. He had purposely caused her physical pain. But something told her speaking about it might be a trigger for more of it, and so she said nothing about it.

"I just want to go home, go back to my life. Please, Sonny," She said somberly as she spoke aloud a request she already knew he'd never comply to. He abruptly moved from her body as if her touch scolded him. He sat up and then stood from the bed.

"You are home, this is your life now," Sonny spoke in a colder, detached tone. He kept his back to her as he walked toward the adjoining bathroom door, and she knew it was him being dismissive to her words. "Wherever I am, you'll be with me, and that'll be home. You need to understand that and get used to it," Just as he finally reached the door he grasped the knob, he then turned to look directly at her. "And don't ever try to leave me, 'cause I'll find you, and I don't know what might happen when I do. And I don't think either one of us wants to find out," The threatening danger she now saw in his eyes sent a chill down her spine.

"Now, tell me again that I don't have to be scared of you, Sonny," Trudy chuckled out humorlessly as she looked directly back at him.

"You don't have to be so long as you do as I say," He said and the glint in his eyes told her that he meant what he had said. "Just do as I say and I'll worship you like a Queen," Not bothering to hear her reply he entered the bathroom and the sound of running water could soon be heard through the open bathroom door. Trudy collapsed back against the bed, then turned on her left side, curled into a fetal position, and silently cried in her despair. "Come shower with me," Sonny's voice filled the room once more and Trudy jumped a little at the unexpected intrusion into her self-pitying. "C'mon, before the water gets cold," He commanded, and then and there Trudy decided that to survive she would have to pick and choose her battles with him. And on this, she chose not to battle at all, and so she closed her eyes, took a deep breath. She then sat up, stood, and obediently made her way to the bathroom.

****

Hours Later

****

The tantalizing feeling of fingers gliding down her back and the soft kisses that followed their trail stirred Trudy from her deep slumber. With a tired, airy sigh escaping her lips, Trudy turned towards the touch, but never actually opened her eyes. Throughout the night she had been awoken a couple of times to Sonny's demanding and insatiable lust for her. The first time she had mildly protested that they had just bathed. A bath she knew had been to help soothe her soreness, but quickly realized had been more for his benefit so he could continue making love to her. It had completely been unnecessary because despite how sore she was or how on occasions he would be callous with her body it always seemed eagerly willing to bend to the will of Sonny's touch. A fact that placed her mind in turmoil, how she loathed as well as craved his touch upon her body. She shamefully wanted Sonny but she also desperately didn't want to want him.

"Good morning, Beautiful," Sonny leaned down and spoke against her lips before sucking them into a gentle, sweet kiss. He then pulled from the kiss and slid down her body some and suckled the right nipple of her exposed breasts into his mouth. She flinched and hissed a little because he had greatly bruised her nipples throughout the night while he viciously gnawed and sucked on them until she had sobbed, screamed, and begged for him to stop. His goal had been to give her enough pain to learn his brutality to avoid it, and also enough pleasure to ensure she would always crave and respond favorably to his touch. Trudy had cursed him more than once about how careless and harmful his touch sometimes was. In-kind, she also cursed herself because still, she had enjoyed all the things he had done to her body and had had the most intense orgasms she had ever experienced in her life. But It appeared that the light of day brought out his gentler Dr. Jekyll side. So, Trudy instinctively grasped the back of his head and arched her back a little to get him closer as she moaned out her consent to what he was doing. "Sorry baby," He spoke around his nibbling and licking her nipple. "I really wish I could spend the entire day in this bed, buried inside of you, but I have to attend a meeting with my boss," He gave a kiss to her now rock-hard nipple and lifted up from the bed. "But before I head out, I want to have breakfast with you. It's waiting for us up on deck. So, get up, get a quick shower, then get dressed and come up and join me."

"I don't have anything to wear," Trudy replied as she now rested her upper body up on her elbows as the sheets pooled around her belly. She was not at all coy about being naked in front of him as there was not a part of her body he didn't know intimately now. In reply, Sonny smirked as he stood from the bed and moved to one of the two floor-to-ceiling closets in the cabin. He opened the door and revealed the large closet was filled with expensive, designer lady's clothing. She arched her brow at him. "I will not wear the clothes of your whores, Sonny," She practically spat at him as she quickly shoved away the jealousy that tried to fill her at the thought of another woman sharing his bed. He seemed to be ignoring her words as he sifted through the rack filled with items. Then he pulled out an off-white, off-the-shoulder cocktail dress which matched perfectly with the tan suit he was wearing. He also grabbed a pair of white sandals with thin straps that buckled around her ankles, from the shoe rack.

"Wear this," He moved and laid the dress and sandals at the foot of the bed and made sure the tags could be seen. She shot her eyes to the other dresses hanging in the closet and could see they all had tags on them as well. It stunned her a little as she pondered whether he had bought all of these things specifically for her. Had he planned to bring her here all along, willingly or not? "You're a size 2 dress, size 6 shoes, right? If I guessed wrong let me know and I'll have everything taken back and have the sizes adjusted for you. Now, please hurry up because I'm starving," He winked with a smile and then exited the room and left her to it. She cursed herself at how fast she was getting up to comply with his commanding, but never paused or slowed her steps.

****

They sat eating their breakfast with an amicable conversation, mostly about her childhood. She had made sure to give enough truth to her stories to make them easier to keep track of. But not so much that would possibly blow her cover.

"What were you like as a child?" She asked him while she gazed at him over the rim of the glass of orange juice she was sipping from. She studied his eyes and prayed there was something he might be able to tell her that he actually remembered.

"I couldn't tell you, darlin, I don't remember," He replied around a deep sigh and she could see the not knowing truly bothered him.

"C'mon, I'm not asking for any deep dark secrets. I just want to get to know you a little better, and I've spent the last 30 minutes telling you about my childhood. So, it's only fair you share something about yours. I know if little Sonny was anything like big Sonny, I am sure you got a lot of spankings for being bad," She coaxed in a teasing manner and inwardly sighed in relief when Sonny chuckled and smiled at her remark. Her intentions were to probe and try to get him to actually think about it, but not upset him in the process.

Sorry, babe, I really don't remember," As he leaned more comfortably back in his seat and crossed his legs. "I was in a bad boating accident a little while ago. Got some serious brain damage up here," He said this as he lifted his right hand and pressed his pointer finger and middle finger against his right temple. "Luckily, I was with some business associates when it happened and they got me to the hospital. But when I woke up, I couldn't recall anything from before the accident."

"I'm sorry, Sonny," Trudy replied and her heart truly broke for Sonny and she had to quickly wipe at her eyes to dab her tears before they fully fell. "That must be hard. I would be devastated if I couldn't remember who I am."

"I know exactly who and what I am, sweetheart, and you don't need to feel sorry for me," He said as he pulled out a cigarette, lit it, and took a big pull from it. "I survived and I'm thriving," He spread out both arms to showcase their extravagant surrounding. "I've got all I need. I've got more money in the bank than I'll ever know what to do with, and now I've got you too," He said this as he raked his eyes appreciatively over her body and took another drag from the cigarette. The smile on her face faded and she bowed her head some saddened by the reminder that he had claimed her as his. That even while sitting in the lap of luxury and in their current beautiful surroundings, she was still his prisoner. Sonny could see that he had unintentionally upset her so to try to appease her he did share a 'secret' with her. "Sometimes," He started to speak as his eyes rested atop the beautifully decorated breakfast before them. "I see flashes of things," This immediately recaptured Trudy's attention and she locked her eyes onto him.

"Memories?" She asked as she leaned in more towards the table.

"I don't know, maybe, but then just as quickly as they pop in my mind they disappear again," He added and then shrugged. "And there you go, I've 'shared' something with you, and I don't really want to talk about that anymore," He announced and she knew him well enough now to know that this was him ending the discussion. And although she really wanted to interrogate him more in the hopes of triggering a memory, more than anything else she didn't want to ignite his temper. She had seen Sonny Crockett mad and upset before but even at his angriest he had never frightened her, but Sonny Burnett certainly did and just with a cold stare. So, she remained quiet as she looked out over the water and noticed land a few miles from where they were anchored, but she hadn't asked him where they were though she had been dying to. Again, choosing not to battle. But Sonny could see anxiety fill her some as her eyes darted about their surroundings.

"We're in the Bahamas," He disclosed and then casually lifted his cup of black coffee to his lips as she locked her wide eyes onto him. "We'll be here for a week, two weeks at most."

"The Bahamas?" She repeated totally shocked at this news. "I can't stay here for a…a week or two, Sonny," She stammered as a panic crept in her at the thought of being so far from Miami and help.

"Why, please don't tell me you're still on that 'sick grandmother' lie," He chuckled some.

"I wasn't …" She quieted as the glint in his eyes told her she shouldn't try to reaffirm that particular lie, so she decided to be more truthful. "Okay, fine, my grandmother isn't sick, she died before I ever even met her. But I did plan to visit some of my family up north for a while, that's the truth. And Rico," She saw his jaw clench and twitch in anger to the name and she was sure it was due to how informally she used it. "I mean, my boss … Mr. Ortiz was really just taking me to the airport," He let out a deep sigh as he glared at her, and she knew he still didn't believe her. "That's also the truth and if you don't believe me, you can call the airline to confirm the flight and confirm that my ticket is there waiting for me. Well, was waiting, I missed the flight," She tacked on, and his eyes instantly softened to this.

"And you were just going to leave and not tell me when you knew I would be waiting in that club for you?" Sonny's brow bunched up in what she perceived to be his anger and she couldn't will away the tears that began to fill her eyes due to her increasingly frayed nerves. "And why the sudden need to get out of town? Hell, I would have taken you wherever you wanted to go, Trudy. Why didn't you just tell me?"

"I was leaving to get away from you, Sonny," She confessed the whole truth of it. "And I already told you why. You scare me," She shuddered out and then took in a deep breath, which didn't calm her nerves as she had hoped it would. "You're scary," She sniffled out through trembling lips. Sonny's heart was troubled a little at seeing the state she was in, for he could actually 'see' that she was scared, literally trembling as she sat before him.

"Trudy, baby," He spoke more gently but he didn't reach for her as he had wanted to do, for fear it would scare her more. "I told you, I would never hurt you, without cause, not ever. Just do as I say and I promise to give you a very good life, where you will want for nothing," He declared and then turned to look out over the glistening waters, while he thought of the right words to say. "I know I can be 'intense' sometimes but," He turned back to look at her once more. "That's only because I'm crazy about you, understand? I love you," He nearly whispered these words as if he didn't want to chance that someone else might possibly hear him. Trudy's eyes shut as her shoulders slumped a little.

"Sonny, you don't love me, obsessed maybe, but it can't be love. How could you love me when you don't even know me, not really?" She countered as she looked back at him. She felt a little bit bolder after his promise not to actually hurt her unless she gave him cause to. And it seemed that in his mind's eye her leaving him or cheating on him would be the only things that would jeopardize and renege on that promise.

"And what do you know about me that makes you an expert on how I feel or who I love?" He asked this with a smirk on his face, which told her she hadn't angered him. "It's okay if you don't feel the same way because I know there is something between us. It's this amazing connection and I also know it will only grow stronger with time."

"I do care about you, Sonny … more than you ...know," Trudy said but she had nearly said the word 'remember' as a moment where Sonny Crockett was being a great friend to her flashed in her mind. "But I don't want to open myself up to falling in love with you," It was quite difficult to think about the possibility of falling in love with him because the truth was, she probably could and easily so. She had already crossed a boundary she knew she shouldn't have by having sex with him, even though she knew without a doubt that it still would have happened under his coercion. It had blurred a line in her mind she used when it came to her personal life and her professional life, between just being friends and being lovers. "What you do, your work … the world you choose to live in, I can't be a part of it. I don't want any part of that."

"My work is just that, work," He stated calmly. "I will admit that a week ago my work was my entire life because it was all I had, and I had started making plans for a promotion, and plans to build up my own 'business'. But then I met you and for the first time, at least for as long as I can recall, something filled my thoughts other than my work. So, if my work and the people I work for scare you so badly, after this last job I'm doing for Carrera I'll resign," He said as she now gazed at him in surprise and confusion. "I want to be with you Trudy and I want you to be with me, and without fear of me or the work I do. So, I'll just give up the work. I've earned a small fortune from it and made some very smart investments. So, there's enough money in the bank that our great-grandchildren will never want for anything," He said this as he waggle his brows at her around a charming smile, and Trudy couldn't stop the smile at his assumption that she would have children and grandchildren with him. "So, what do you say? When I finish up this job here in the Bahamas, we'll run off together."

"Sonny..." She sighed out in a manner that told him she was going to protest, and the discussion was settled as far as he was concerned so he quickly wiped his mouth, pushed his chair from the table, and stood.

"You ready to go?" He asked her and she turned stunned eyes up to where he stood before her.

"You're taking me to the mainland with you?" Trudy was shocked but also elated by the idea she might be able to get to a phone to call home. She had discovered their only means of communication on the yacht had been in the cockpit which was staffed 24/7.

"Yes," He smiled as he noticed the excitement dance behind her eyes. He was no fool and knew she would probably try to find a phone and make a call to someone in Miami, but he would keep eyes on her at all times. "I can't take you to my meeting but I thought you would like to visit the town, maybe do some shopping until I'm done," He stated and she was sure there was a catch to it. "Vinnie and Mike," He waved to the two men who stood near the stairs that led down to a smaller speed boat waiting for them. "They will accompany you to keep you safe," Trudy swallowed down the argument that wanted out for she knew it would only end with her not being allowed to leave the boat. She told herself that she could try to give the guards the slip and sneak a call back home, even though it seemed like an impossible feat given she had no idea where they were. Sonny held out a hand to her and Trudy accepted it by placing her hand in his. He pulled her from her chair and led her to the stairs and off to an afternoon adventure.

#miami vice #miami vice fic #sonny x trudy #sonny burnett #trudy joplin #sonny crockett #don johnson #olivia brown

[peppermintquartz]

minific, Playroom!verse

Joestafa

*

Joe wakes up one day, and says, "I think I'm sick." He sways when he stands, and sits down again. "Hmm."

Mustafa then realizes that he has never once seen his boyfriend under the weather. Part of him thinks Joe is going to be an impossible patient who won't take his meds, but Joe just takes his own temperature, makes a large batch of vegetable soup with Mustafa's help, and goes to the bedroom armed with four bottles of water and a box of pills from the medicine cabinet.

He doesn't allow Mustafa to stay in the same room, however. He doesn't even allow Mustafa to go into the bedroom, instead passing the younger man a week's worth of clothes and his toothbrush through the partially open door with one hand.

"One person down is bad enough," he says, his voice rough and nasal. "I've got my flu jabs but I'm gonna be a miserable bastard, and I'm not about to make life difficult for you, baby."

"You're gonna need me to make sure you get food and drink though."

"Vegetable soup. Very healthy. Cereal." Joe winces after he coughs into his fist. "Not my first time sick, baby. I'll be fine."

*

It's weird not being able to curl up against Joe's bulk at night. Mustafa spends most of his first night tossing and turning, and ends up texting to the guys in the group chat. Joe cuts in at 3.17am, grumpy as fuck, telling Mustafa to go the hell to sleep, since he has to open the gym in the morning.

But in the morning, when Mustafa places a tray with a bowl of plain cornflakes and a thermos of hot tea outside the bedroom, he hears the sounds of retching and then flushing. "Joe, you alright? Shouldn't you see a doctor?"

"I'm fine," Joe replies. Mustafa feels a niggle of worry hearing that his boyfriend's voice isn't as steady as usual. "I'll have my phone on me, Stafa. Anything I need I'll send a text."

"Anything you want too, Daddy." Mustafa puts a hand on the door and sighs. "Love you. Get better."

"Will do. Love you, baby."

*

He cuts out of the gym as soon as he can, leaving Mansoor to finish the day and to lock up. It's silent in the apartment. Disobeying Joe, he opens the bedroom door slightly, to see and hear Joe snoring quietly in bed. Wads of tissue overflow the wastebasket.

The breakfast tray is at the foot of the bed. Mustafa creeps in and takes it out, but pauses to put a soft hand on Joe's forehead. Joe is burning, but not so much that it warrants waking him up, so Mustafa tiptoes out and closes the door.

*

Mustafa is deep into balancing his books when he hears a loud crash in the bedroom. Abandoning his laptop, he rushes in and sees Joe sprawled on the floor, unconscious.

"Daddy?" Mustafa shakes Joe's shoulder, and then puts a hand on his boyfriend's brow. It's a lot warmer than before. Joe was panting slightly as he opens his eyes, looking quite dazed. "Baby?"

"Daddy, hey. Do you think you can stand?"

"Of course." But he sways dangerously as he struggles to a sitting position. "When did we. Move. To a boat?"

Mustafa doesn't answer, focused on maneuvering Joe to his feet. Joe frowns. "Want to piss."

"Yeah, hang on. Arm around my shoulder." Mustafa is glad of his weight training. Joe staggers to the bathroom and manages to piss without splashing too much outside the bowl or dirtying himself, though Mustafa has to help him with his pants, and they struggle back to the bed.

Once tucked in, Joe falls instantly back to sleep, but sweat beads over his brow and he keeps twitching. Mustafa wipes his boyfriend's brow and then goes to the living room to text the group.

*

Joe doesn't get better. Mustafa watches like a hawk as Sheamus checks Joe's pulse and temperature, practically snatching away the prescription to fill it. He buys sandwiches from a kiosk on his way home.

Tyler comes by with Roman to visit. Tyler hugs Mustafa tightly after peeking into the bedroom. "Daddy will be fine."

"Of course."

Roman packs the fridge with Gatorade.

Mustafa sleeps on a chair next to the bed. It's not the most comfortable perch.

*

The third day, Joe throws up again, this time over the side of the bed. His skin is clammy and cool, but his forehead and neck are warm; Mustafa cleans up and does the laundry. He thinks he's slept perhaps two hours. Every little sound makes him jump.

The bar is closed while Joe is down. The last thing Mustafa wants is to have to check on what's happening downstairs while Joe is practically unconscious. Seth and Finn come by with meals (made by Seth) and help to change the sheets. Finn waves aside Mustafa's profuse thanks and takes the bedsheets to the laundry service he uses for the Playroom.

*

Mustafa jerks awake. He didn't mean to fall asleep. Joe tosses and turns, and occasionally his hand goes to the back of the nightstand. Mustafa is very glad he removed that particular firearm on the previous day.

He watches and listens as Joe grunts his displeasure, even while delirious with fever. Then he rolls over and falls asleep. Mustafa recites verses for healing under his breath.

*

On the fourth morning, Finn visits again. He is in the room to check Joe's temperature when Joe suddenly grabs his wrist and growls a threat, and Mustafa almost cries with relief.

Joe's voice is a weak imitation of his usual menacing rumble. "What are you doing?"

"Checking that Baby didn't murder you," says Finn easily, who then bends down to kiss Joe on his forehead, before passing him a bottle of Gatorade.

"Baby wouldn't do that," Joe rasps. "At least not in our own home."

Mustafa laughs.

#joestafa #minific #Finn's playroom

[bumblesimagines]

Mixed Signals

Request: Yes or No

(Y/N) smiled as he shoved John B off the boat and into the water.

"Woah! One point to (Y/N)!" JJ called playfully as the girls laughed. (Y/N) grinned, watching him resurface.

"Careful when you get in Sarah. Wouldn't want a jellyfish to suddenly attack." (Y/N) said. Sarah puffed put her cheeks, rolling her eyes.

"It was one time!" Sarah groaned, flipping him off. (Y/N) and Kiara chuckled.

"Good thing I was there to rescue you." Kiara nudged her. Sarah scoffed.

"You rolled your eyes and called me dramatic!" Sarah giggled as she gently pushed her. John B swam to the boat, sticking his hand out.

"Help me up, asshole." John B grinned. (Y/N) shook his head. "I fell for that trick before."

"(Y/N) might be dumb.. But he isn't stupid." JJ said, grinning widely.

"I think you might be talking about yourself, babe." Pope said. JJ looked at him with a fake hurt look as he placed a hand over his heart.

"You're supposed to be on my side." JJ huffed. Pope shrugged, grinning. (Y/N) looked back at John B, hopping into the water. He resurfaced, immediately getting splashed by John B. (Y/N) chuckled.

"Trying to get me even more wet?"

"I make you wet everytime you see me." John B replied, grinning. Kiara furrowed her brows, putting her sunglasses on.

"That makes no sense." She mumbled as Sarah played with her hair, picking it up and making it into a bun.

"When are you taking me out on a proper date, JB?" (Y/N) asked playfully as they swam to the ladder.

"I've taken you to millions of dates." John B replied, climbing back onto the boat. "Not my fault you've never noticed."

"Dates don't include friends and my brother." (Y/N) chuckled, climbing in after him. They caught the towels JJ threw at them. They dried off, sitting as Pope sat and drove them back to John B's place. They stood and got off the boat, heading to the van. JJ got the cooler filled with beer and Kiara the boombox.

"Where are we going now?"

"To prove I'm a better surfer than you." John B grinned, winking at (Y/N). (Y/N) raised his brows.

"In your dreams, JB."

"You're always in my dreams." John B cooed, chuckling. They got in, turning the radio up as they drove. They sang along, JJ doing air guitars and Pope air drums while the girls sang along, doing small dances. They stopped by the beach, heading out. John B and (Y/N) got their boards, darting off to the water as the others laughed. Kiara started a bonfire while Sarah got a song playing. The boys were quick to catch waves, trying to one up each other. The waters calmed for a moment, letting them catch their breaths and sit on their boards. John B chuckled, gently pushing (Y/N).

"I'm better than you."

"I last longer."

"I highly doubt that, JB." (Y/N) snickered as John B fake gasped.

"How would you know? You stalk me?"

"You just admitted you don't last long." (Y/N) smiled. John B chuckled, looking away. His gaze drifted over to Sarah. She was having a fun time dancing with Kiara while JJ tried to get Pope to drink. He watched her laugh and run her hand through her hair, dancing along to the beat. (Y/N) stared up at the sky. He shook his head rapidly, getting water all over John B.

"Christ, you're just like JJ." John B huffed. (Y/N) laughed softly.

"Nah, older means you're better."

"So, you're an old man?" John B cocked a brow. (Y/N) flipped him off.

"You know what I meant." He mumbled. John B watched him, taking in his appearance. John B sighed softly, patting (Y/N)'s knee. (Y/N) looked at him, gaze soft. John B licked his lips, giving a small smile.

"Let's head back." John B said softly, laying flat on his board and going back to shore. (Y/N) furrowed his brows, watching him go. Everyone always told him that John B liked him but he never made a move. (Y/N) turned and headed back as the sky began to darken. He placed his board down, joining them and grabbing a beer.

"And then I dipped around and headbutted him. That bitch went down so quick." JJ said, grinning as he told them the story of one of.the times he fought Topper. (Y/N) listened, rolling his eyes at his brothers antics. John B looked, watching the fire light up his tan skin. His hair was still wet from the surfing. His gaze locked on JJ, a grin appearing on his face as JJ jumped up and started acting out another story. John B shifted his gaze onto Sarah. Sarah was also listening to the story, a wide amused smile on her face as she leaned against Kiara, giggling softly. She chimed in from time to time, asking questions and encouraging JJ. John B sighed softly. Sarah pulled Kiara up to dance, JJ doing the same with Pope. John B and (Y/N) made eye contact, smiling and standing. They started dancing too, a bit separated from the others. John B chuckled, glancing at the others. The music and timing was perfect. John B leaned in, kissing (Y/N). (Y/N) was surprised at first but gently cupped his face and kissed him back. John B suddenly pulled away, unsure and nervous. (Y/N) blinked, brows furrowing.

"Sorry.. I.. I don't know if I want this." John B said softly. (Y/N) blinked and scoffed.

"You're fucking unbelievable, John B." (Y/N) mumbled, walking away from him. He grabbed a beer and went back to the van, getting in the trunk and rolling a blunt. John B noticed Sarah cupping Kiara's face and kissing her, heart feeling even more heavy. He groaned, sitting down. The others looked at him, noticing (Y/N)'s absence.

"What happened?" Kiara asked.

"I fucked up." John B sighed deeply. "I got the opportunity and crushed it."

"How?" Pope sat beside him.

"I kissed (Y/N) but.. I pulled away and told him I didn't know if I wanted.. Fuck, I'm so stupid." John B mumbled.

"Listen, man. Tell (N/N) how you feel about him if you want or else you're just wasting his time." JJ said.

"My brother doesn't hold grudges-"

"Yes, he does."

"-so, you'll be okay." JJ patted his shoulder. Kiara shook her head.

"JJ's right.. For the first time in a while." Kiara placed a hand on her hip. "It looks like you've been leading him on but if it's not.like that, prove it."

"If you want him, go for it." Sarah piped in. John B nodded, sighing softly.

"I'll think about how to fix this." John B mumbled. They packed up, the mood not being the same. They returned to the van, smelling the weed.

"Damn, you hitting it without me? What about bro code?" JJ huffed, trying to lighten up the mood as he took the blunt from (Y/N). (Y/N) stayed silent, arms crossed and an annoyed look on his face. Pope shared a look with the girls. They got back to John B's place. The girls stayed in the guest room while Pope and JJ shared the couch. John B licked his lips, noticing (Y/N) sitting on the docks. He sighed, approaching him.

"I know you're pissed at me but... I just want to say.. I'm sorry. I.. I was confused and I did mean to kiss you and I hoped you would kiss me back. I thought I had feelings for someone else but I don't. I really like you. I do want this. I want you. You make me happy and make me feel safe. I feel like everything's gonna be okay when I'm around you." John B told him.

"I've always had feelings for you. Ever since JJ introduced us. I should've said something sooner but I was nervous and insecure." John B sighed and sat beside him. (Y/N) looked at him.

"Can you give me a second chance?" He asked softly. (Y/N) stayed silent for a moment before nodding.

"Yeah.. I can."

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #x male!reader #outer banks #outer banks x reader #outer banks x male reader #outer banks x you #outer banks x y/n #john b #john b x reader #john b x male reader #john b x you #john b x y/n #the pogues #pogues x reader #x pogue reader #kiarah #jjpope #sarah cameron #jj maybank #pope heyward #obx kiara #john b x maybank! reader

[prismatica-the-strange]

Ugly Duckling | Chapter 2

Part 1 | Part 3

We were running to catch Greg and Tamara, when they opened a portal to God knows where, and jumped in, taking Henry with them.

        "No! No!" Emma shouted while David, her father, stopped her from jumping into what was only ocean now. "We have to follow them! There has to be a way!"

        "Not only do we not know where they went, but Hook stole the last bean!" Regina growled

        "I don't care!"

        "Without it, there's no way to follow"

        "There has to be," I argued. "We can't just let the, take Henry!"

        "They've taken Henry?" Gold asked as he and Belle showed up.

        "Yeah. You're the Dark One. Do something." David threatened.

        "Gold, help us." Emma all but begged.

        "There's no way." he shook his head, 'I spent a lifetime trying to cross worlds to find my son. There's no way in this world without a portal."

        "So that's it? He's gone forever?" I asked, defeated.

        "I refuse to believe that." Regina looked ready to kill.

        "What is that?" Belle looked past us, into the harbor.

        "Hook." 

~~~~~

        "What the hell are you doing here?" Emma asked as Hook stepped off his boat.

        "Helping."

        "Well, you're too late." Regina hissed.

        "Am I?" He raised an eyebrow in her direction.

        "I thought you didn't care about anyone but yourself."

        "Maybe I just needed reminding that I could."

        "Enough waiting around," Regina urged, stepping towards the Jolly Roger, "let's go."

        "Go? Where? I thought we were saving the town." Hook asked, confused.

        "We already did." David scoffed.

        "We need to get Henry." I explained, "Greg and Tamara took him through a portal."

        "Well, I offer my ship and my services to help follow them."

        "Well that's great, Hook, but how do we track them?" Regina asked.

        "Leave that to me." Gold interjected, "I can get us to where we need to go."

        "Well, let's do it." Mary Margaret gave a curt nod and we followed her onto the ship.

~~~~~

        "So, are you done trying to kill me?" Gold looked at Hook.

        "I believe so."

        "Excellent. Then you can live." He magic-ed as weird globe into his hand and pricked his finger, his blood dripped onto its surface and showed him an image.

        "Where is that? Where did they take Henry?" Regina pushed.

        "Neverland."

        Emma gave Hook the bean and he chucked it into the water. Pulling the strap of my Jessenger bag close, I gripped part of the rigging, something told me this want going to be a smooth ride.

~~~~~

        Not long after we arrived in the Never-sea, Gold fricked off on his own. Told us to stay where we were and he'd get Henry and get back.        

        It'd been almost an hour when there was a thud against the side of the ship. The ship began to rock as Snow and David tried to keep it steady.

        "What is it a shark?" Emma asked.

        "A Kraken?" David added.

        "Worse," Killian corrected, taking the helm, "Mermaids!"

        "Mermaids?!" Emma shouted.

        "Yes, and they're quite unpleasant."

        "You think? snapped as one of the mermaids hit the boat.

        "I'll try and outrun them."

        "How many of them are there?!" Emma looked over the rail and the screeching increased.

        Regina managed to catch one and throw a fireball at the water where the rest of them were, effectively scaring them off.

        As the rest of them bickered about what to do, the mermaid blew into a shell, summoning a storm. As the heroes fought, the storm got worse until Emma realized what was happening. The fighting was making the storm worse and to stop them and get their attention, she jumped off the side of the ship.

        Everyone stopped what they were doing to save her since she nearly drowned. Once she was back on the boat the storm had stopped altogether, but the Jolly Roger was too damaged to keep going. So we got it close enough to shore that it wouldn't capsize and waded our way to shore.

        Cold and wet, we clambered onto the beach, and they started going at each other... again.

        Emma gave a small speech and we were off to find Henry.

        We started a trek to a high peak where we would be able to see where Pan's camp was.

        "Jesus, it's hot." I huffed, pulling off my hoodie and tying it around my waist.

        "You alright?" Mary-Margaret asked, falling back to walk next to me.

        "Just a little floored, it's been an exciting couple of hours." I laughed.

~~~~~

        Well, the ridge turned out to be a bust since, in the past thirty years, it'd grown a bit. We backtracked a bit and made camp.

        It was when you tried to sleep on Neverland that you realized it was impossible. The thick air was filled with the sobs and cries of lost boys. Only, the adults couldn't seem to hear it. I pressed my head against the rock I was leaning against and pushed my headphones against my ears. 

        I watched Emma get up, and I gave her a questioning look.

        "Going for a quick walk," She mouthed and I nodded, leaning my head back against the rock and shutting my eyes.

        She was gone for a moment when I felt eyes on me. I glanced around and didn't see anything, then Emma stormed back into camp with a paper in her hand.

        Somewhere on the paper, there was a map that would reveal itself when Emma accepted 'who she really was.'

        She and the rest of the group worked on that while I kept an eye around the camp.

       Maybe I wandered a bit further from the group than I should have, but this was the last thing I expected.

        A sharp yelp bubbled out of my throat in surprise. It was until a few seconds after that I cried out a pained "Shit!"

        A spear was pinning me to a tree THROUGH my left shoulder, and blood was beginning to drip from where it stabbed me. A lost boy stepped out from behind a tree, a dark smirk on his lips.

        "What the actual Fuc-... Ah!" Yelling hurt worse than I thought it would. 

        The fucker started laughing, "Poor little girl! Did I hit you?"

        "Little gi- Bitch you fucking IMPALED ME!"

        "Well, that's what you get coming to Neverland." He got up in my face and before I could slap the smile off his face he grabbed the spear and pressed up.

        A scream ripped through me and I instinctively kneed him in the crotch. He let go and dropped to the ground.

        "You little bitch!" He pulled out a knife and went to stab my thigh when someone caught his arm.

        "What do you think you're doing?!" An unfamiliar voice hissed. They pulled the boy to his feet, turning their back to me as they reprimanded him. "You know Pan wants them alive!"

        "Yea but she-"

        "You wanna piss off Pan?" They, who I assumed was another Lost boy, grabbed the boy by the collar, lifting him off the ground. "Now get out of here, I'll clean up your mess."

           He threw the boy into the dirt and the shorter one scurried away.

        With an annoyed sigh, the new lost boy turned back to me. He was pale, had light blonde hair, and had a club by his side. He studied me for a moment before pressing his hand into my right shoulder.

        "This is gonna hurt." He muttered before gripping the spear and harshly pulling it out of my shoulder.

        "FUCK!" I fell into his chest and the hand that held me still wrapped around my waist.

        The moment his skin touched mine we both went rigged and goosebumps erupted across my body. The world froze.

        He was so much taller than me, I felt so small this close to him. The clunk of the spear against the ground pulled me back to reality.

        I hissed in pain as I pressed my hand to the hole in my shoulder that was now gushing blood. "Shit shit shit shit shit!" My mind was racing, tears falling from my eyes, as I tried to figure out what to do since at this rate I was gonna bleed out, and fast.

        I could barely come up with a coherent thought when I suddenly lifted into someone's arms. I looked up, wide-eyed, to see the face of the same lost boy, his hood falling back. His eyes were such a pretty shade of gray, they flickered to me.

        "What?" He snapped, and I realized I was staring.

       I looked away as it began to pour.

        He cursed and made a sharp turn, heading into a cave in a nearby cliffside. 

        He all but dropped me on the cold ground and went to make a fire, muttering about how this was going to be a while. My eyes wandered my surroundings until everything started to become fuzzy and my head started to spin. I looked down at my blood-soaked clothes and my eyelids began to feel really heavy.

        "Hey!" I felt someone shake me and I struggled to look at them. "Open your eyes damn it!"

        I groaned and went to push them away, but my arms felt like lead.

        They grabbed my face and growled, "Wake up!"

        I managed to open my eyes and met the face of the blonde lost boy, frustration filling his beautifully stormy eyes. I was light-headed and the word 'Pretty' slipped out without a second thought. His eyebrows scrunched and his hand let go of my face, moving to my injured shoulder.

        *3rd Person P.O.V.*

        He pulled his knife from its sheath and cut her sweatshirt up the middle. He watched as confusion grew in her glassy eyes, the bloodless would kill her if he didn't work fast. He peeled the sweater off her, leaving her in just her sports bra, and tore the, mostly, clean sleeve into a makeshift bandage.

        After efficiently wrapping the wound, he pulled her to rest against him as he tied the bandage off in the back. He went to move away but froze when she made a small noise and nuzzled into his neck. That when he realized the position he put himself in. It'd been a very long time since he's been this close to a girl, let alone one this cute, and half-naked.

        As carefully as he could, he took off his cloak and spread it on the ground before gently laying her on it.

        He sat across the fire from her and watched her breathing as thunder cracked over Neverland. Something inside him hurt like he was missing something he'd never noticed missing before. 

               *Bradey's P.O.V.*

        I woke up on the cold floor of the cave, the events leading up to me getting there a little fuzzy. I noticed my favorite sweatshirt torn up and bloody on the floor, and there was a shirt draped over me. I sighed and sat up, pain shooting through my left should. I winced as I pulled the shirt on, it smelled like campfire, pine, and something I couldn't quite put my finger on, but I liked it. Snatching up the remains of my hoodie, I started back for camp.

        "And where did you wander off too, love?" Hook asked as I trudged back into camp. "And what in the Hell are you wearing?"

        "Long story," I huffed, leaning against a tree to catch my breath.

        "There you are!" Mary-Margret fussed, coming over to check on me. She gasped when she saw the tattered shirt in my hands. "What happened? Where's all this blood come from?!"

        I pushed down the shoulder of the shirt I was wearing to show her the bloodied bandages, "Must've wandered into target practice," I smirked before my knees gave out.

        "Bloody Hell," Hook caught me and sat me on the ground, while Mary-Margret quickly got Regina who started healing.

        "You'll still have a scar, but you'll live," She explained and I thanked her. "How did you already not die? This wound is hours old."

        "I think one of the Lost Boys helped me." I said, "I'm not sure, the details kind of got lost on the blood loss."

        "And that's his shirt?" Hook motioned to what I was wearing.

        "I guess so. It's actually pretty comfy." I admitted.

        *3rd Person P.O.V."

        "So how was your little adventure, playing nurse?" Pan asked, appearing next to Felix, not far from camp.

        "You said you wanted them alive."

        "You're not wearing a shirt." Pan pointed out. "I want them alive for now. Don't go getting attached, Felix."

        The taller boy's eyes narrowed, "I'm not."

        "Keep it that way."

#ugly duckling #chapter 2 #felix ouat #ouat felix x reader #felix ouat x oc #Prisma-the-Pretend-Avenger #prisma the pretend avenger #Prisma Writes

[possiamo-andare]

No More Divisions - Chapter Six: The Key

JJ x Original Character

you guys are really gonna like this one...

MASTERLIST

~

You've ever had that moment in life where you've forgotten something so important that you feel physical pain once you've remembered? If you have, you know exactly what I mean.

A couple months ago, Sarah and I were planning to hang out and I wanted to sleep over. I had packed everything the night before to make sure I didn't forget anything. I had made a list for the first time in forever and I double checked before I left. Yet, once I got to Sarah's house I remembered one thing I forgot. Something I didn't even think to put on the list. Pads. I had gotten my period that night and I had to go looking through Sarah's bathroom cabinet to find a pad like a raccoon. Once I realize I had forgotten it, this awful feeling of dread came over me because I knew I messed up.

I hate that feeling.

When we get to the dock, I got that same feeling. I realized we forgot something; the key. Like idiots, we forgot the thing that starts the damm boat. I swear to god sometimes I think we all share one brain cell.

Although I remember this key piece of information, I don't let them know until the boat is in the water. Once the boat is in the water, I finally decide to break the news to them.

"Wow, guys," Pope chuckled, looking at all of us. "With twenty minutes to spare."

JJ and Kiara are smiling with Pope and I'm expecting a group hug but I know I'm gonna have to rain on their parade.

"Um, guys," I clear my throat. They're all joking around and fist bumping each other and I'm just watching. I kinda feel bad. "There's one problem."

They all look to me, waiting for me to be a little more precise. They all move closer to me and I look to JJ, who is as clueless as a snail.

"What?" He asks me, clearly being able to see that I'm pissed.

"How the hell is John B. gonna be able to start the car without the key?"

I don't think I've seen Kiara get so mad at JJ so quickly. They always have their mini fights here and there but this time she's pissed. "You forgot the key?!"

JJ rolls his eyes. "Sorry Kie, I was a bit distracted by the crazy Kooks trying to kill us all day!"

I want to step in and try to mediate since the both have reasons to be upset but I look to Pope for reassurance and he looks to me and shakes his head. Apparently getting between Kiara and JJ was a bad idea. So, I stay silent along with Pope as Kiara and JJ battle it out.

"I gave you two small tasks. I even wrote them down!" Kiara raises her voice, her hands coming up to her face to rub her temples.

JJ smirks. "Chill Kie, I gotta plan."

Kiara rolls her eyes. "Great. You've got a plan. Ya hear that guys, JJ has a plan. Well, that makes me feel better." Kiara's voice is filled with sarcasm and JJ knows it.

JJ let's out a loud sigh before turning to me. "Callie, you're gonna help me."

I frown. "Why do you always pick me when we have to get in trouble?"

"Because he -" Pope begins to say before Kiara elbows him.

JJ glares at Pope for a second before looking back at me. "Who says we're doing anything dangerous?"

I roll my eyes. "Fine, then what are we doing?"

JJ scratches his head. "We're gonna..." He looks to his house for a moment then back to me.

Then, it clicks. "No." I glare at JJ. "I'm not gonna steal the key from your dad."

"Yeah. If he wakes up, he'll kill you guys." Kiara pipes in, patting my shoulder.

JJ shook his head quickly. "Callie." Once he says my name, my eyes instantly meet his. He grabs me by the shoulders and pulls me closer to him. "Nothing will happen to you. I promise."

He's so serious and calm as he says this I can't help but believe him. Last week I wouldn't have trusted JJ with anything, let alone my life but now it's different. I feel something for JJ. Something I don't have time to figure out just yet.

I nod. "Okay. What's the plan?"

~

"You're a psycho." I angrily whisper to JJ. I can't speak normally because I'm in his house and of I talk normally, his dad will wake up.

He's just told me his plan to get the key and now I'm sure we'll die. The key is on a chain hanging around his father's neck and the only way JJ can think of to get it off is to cut the chain. Not only is this a bad idea, it will get us killed. If either of us makes one wrong move, then JJ's dad will wake up and see what we're doing. Then I can only imagine the suffering I'll endure.

"My dad can sleep through a tornado. He won't even know we're here." JJ shrugs, totally nonchalant about the hibernating bear on his couch.

I take a deep breath. "Fine. Let's just do this."

I tiptoe behind JJ as we make our to the couch where his dad is sleeping. As I move around his cluttered house, I'm surprised. Of course, I never expected his living quarters to be four stars, but at least one would make me happy. No wonder JJ rarely goes home. Not the mention the mean man waiting for him each time he gets home.

The house is a complete mess and from what I can tell, it's mostly at the fault of his father, not JJ. There's empty beer bottles and spare parts. Two things JJ would never bring home, let alone scatter all over his house. It's obvious his dad has never cleaned up after himself which just angers me. Not only does he beat his son, he is beyond ok with letting his son live in these conditions. Maybe I do want him to wake up, so I can beat the shit out of him.

Once we get close enough to JJ's dad, JJ looks to me and extends his hand outward. I take the scissors that I found on the boat from my pocket and give them to JJ. He slowly reaches for them, careful not to even make a creak. I can't even tell if JJ and I are breathing because that's how quiet we are trying to be.

Once JJ grabs ahold of the scissors, he moves closer to his dad's face. This time I'm sure JJ and I aren't breathing. The only loud thing I can hear is my heartbeat which is beating so loud I'm sure it's gonna wake up JJ's dad any minute. I try to take small breaths through my nose and try to stay calm but that proves to be difficult because I watch JJ pick the chain with the key up with his index finger and slowly bring the scissors to the chain.

He slowly but surely slides the blades down on the chain and they make a small sound, definitely not loud enough for his dad to hear. JJ tries again. He reopens the blades and then closes them again, this time they sound even louder. Yet again, the scissors aren't strong enough to cut the chain.

JJ slowly places the chain back on his father's chest and turns to me, scissors still in hand. His brows are scrunched together and I know this means he has an idea. And if I know JJ, it's a stupid idea.

I raise my eyebrows at him. What is he planning. He shifts a little to the right and places the scissors on the table in front of the couch where his father sleeps. There's barely any room on the table with all the junk but he makes room. He then looks back to me and smirks.

I have no idea what he's about to do. Then, he turns back to his dad and does it. He grabs onto the chain with his entire hand and rips it off his dad's neck in a second, breaking the clasp.

I wanna scream at him. I'm wanna punch him. Although I want to, I can't because JJ's dad grumbles, waking up from his deep sleep.

JJ grabs my hand and quickly pushes me into his kitchen and under the table, away from his dad's eyeline. We're both so damn quiet, I'm sure we're not breathing again.

Since we're under the table, we can't see JJ's dad but we can hear him. He wakes up and gets up from the couch. He stretches and wakes closer to the kitchen.

JJ squeezes onto my hand. I forgot that we're still holding hands. I squeeze back and look at him. He gives me a half smile but I know he's terrified.

Just as I think JJ's dad is gonna walk into the kitchen, he passes it completely and makes his way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind him.

I let out a sigh. "Holy shit."

JJ let's go of my hand. "I thought we were dead."

I scowled. "Yeah we almost did, you ass. Why'd you do that?"

JJ shrugged, smiling at me in a way I can't explain. "I got the key, didn't I?"

I smirked, not being able to contain my happiness. "Sure. But seriously, next time I'm planning -"

I can't even reprimand JJ anymore because he's cuped my face in his hands and is kissing me. JJ is kissing me. It takes me a moment to realize what's going on and at first I'm not kissing him back. My body is limp because I'm in total shock.

I think he gets scared of my reaction because he let's me go and starts apologizing. "Callie, I'm so fucking sorry. I'm really -"

And now im kissing him. Both of my arms wrap around his neck and I dive forward to kiss him. These emotions have been building up since last night and now I'm finally expressing them. Once JJ reacts to me kissing him, he's kissing me back fiercely. His hands are my waist, pulling my upper body closer to him. We're crouched down under this stupid table but I'm having the time of my life. I've never kissed anyone like this.

He tastes like mint gum which I didn't think he would taste like, especially since I haven't seen him chew any gum since I met him. I wonder what I taste like to him.

We hear the toilet flush. This is what makes us pull apart. JJ's dad will be out any second and we haven't left yet.

We scurry out from under the table and JJ helps me up from the ground.

With his hand in mine, we run out of his dad's front door. We cut across the side of his house and run across his backyard. We pass the jacuzzi which is now drained. I can't believe that not even 24 hours ago I was having my first real conversation with JJ and now I'm running hand in hand with him. A lot can change in one day.

Once we make it to the dock, we see Kiara and Pope sitting on the ledge waiting for us. Once our steps are heard on the dock, Kiara looks up at us and smiles.

"You got it?"

Kiara and Pope both stand up once we get closer to them. JJ takes the key, still dangling on the chain, and holds it in front of Kiara and Pope.

"Told you I got it." He hands it to Kiara.

Kiara has the biggest grin on her face. "I always believed in you man."

"Bullshit." JJ laughs, looking to me.

That's when I realize our hands are still interlocked. Embarrassed, I let go and move slightly away from JJ, giving him space. He frowns at me and suppress a smile. Everything he does makes me laugh. If this is what liking someone feels like then I don't think I ever liked Rafe.

Once Kiara puts the key I'm her pocket, she extends her arms, ready for a group hug. We all extend our arms with her and all hug. We're yelling and screaming, joking about how crazy this day has been. I've never felt so appreciated, so loved by anyone in my entire life.

I understand why being a Pogue is so awesome. Being a Kook, there's not much room for community and family but here, I feel like we're our own little family. A week ago I would've never understood why Sarah loved hanging out with John B. and his friends but now I do.

Now I do.

I look up from our group hug and JJ is watching me. I smile at him and he winks at me.

I want to roll my eyes but I don't. I just watch him as he watches me. We're in the moment and I don't think I've ever felt as alive as I do now.

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No More Divisions - Chapter Nine: Love

JJ x Original Character

MASTERLIST

I don't know of y'all are ready for this one...

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When I saw Ward, I felt like we were losing all over again. We had gotten a taste of victory with helping John B. escape the clutches of Deputy Shoupe but now, it felt like it was for nothing. I thought back to JJ's questions; would things ever be easier? I doubted it even more now. Things would never be normal as long as Shoupe thought John B. was guilty. We gave him evidence and still, he is more than ready to get a murderer to help him.

JJ was the first to speak up. We had all been in a state of shock, that none of had spoken up yet. Ward was already beside Shoupe and near the radio connected to the boat John B. was on by the time any of us said anything.

"You've got to be kidding me?!"

I was next. "You're crazy dude."

The fed glared at me. "My name is Agent Bratcher."

I shrugged. "I'll just call you fed."

Pope stepped forward, moving to JJ's side. "I'm sure Ward won't completely fuck up the situation entirely." His sarcasm travelled through the entire tent. his was one of the first times seeing Pope so strong in his convictions I almost wanted to laugh.

Shoupe rolled his eyes. I swear, I could punch him right now. "He's Sarah's father. If anyone can convince Sarah to turn the boat around, it's her father."

This time I moved forward, glaring at Ward the entire time. "Sure, that might work. If it wasn't for the fact Sarah hates her father, dude."

Ward looked hurt by those words, as if he could not fathom the idea of Sarah not liking him after all that he has done to John B. and his family. "Callie, I'm her father."

I turned to him, angrily looking him up and down. "I don't see a father. I see a weak excuse of a man."

JJ and Pope both cackled behind me as I said this. I looked to JJ would seemed proud. I don't exactly know why he was proud because I was being completely rude to Ward, but I'm guessing it was because Ward deserved it. Also, JJ loved this type of stuff. I'm sure if I ever started fighting someone, he would be cheering me on as Kiara tried to pull me off whoever the poor soul was.

"Stop that right now!" I fed yelled at us, specifically glaring at me. "If you won't help us, then Ward is more than happy to."

Kiara now spoke, "Okay. We''l just watch your plan fail."

The fed and Shoupe waved us away from the station where the radio was but we stayed put, wanting to see this complete massacre with our own eyes.

I took a step back, standing beside JJ again. I looked at him and he was already looking at me. I smiled at him and grabbed his hand. He squeezed it tightly. Then I remembered something. "You had to tell me something before. What was it?"

JJ's eyes widened for a moment then looked away. "Oh nothing. It sounds stupid now."

I nudged his arm with my shoulder. "C'mon, nothing you say is stupid. What's up?"

JJ sighed, looking to the ground and then back to me. "I was gonna say that when this thing is over, we should probably go out."

I smiled. "Go out where?" For all the teasing he ever did to me, it was my turn.

JJ blushed. I repeat, he blushed. What was up with this guy? "Maybe for dinner or something?"

"With Kiara and Pope?" Now I was purposely being annoying just because I loved to see him struggle.

JJ caught on pretty quick and chuckled at me once he realized. "Never-mind. I hate you again."

I quietly gasped, looked to Ward setting the radio to the right frequency, and then looked back to JJ. "You hated me?"

JJ smirked and nodded. "Yeah. If you didn't know, you're a Kook."

"Do you hate me now?" I lean forward, my lips inches from his.

He looks down at our lips. "No..."

We were about to kiss but,just as our lips were about to touch, Ward yells out.

"SARAH!"

We all look to him. Shoupe is standing in front of him as the fed watches our reactions. I think for a moment they are listening but when no one responds, I sigh. I hope they don't answer. I hope they can get out. I hope they don't turn around.

Then, Ward yells again, this time for John B. "JOHN B.!"

There's a moment of silence. Then, over the radio, we all hear the sound of waves crashing. My breath hitches in my throat and JJ squeezes my hand tighter. He makes no sound but I can tell he is just as nervous as me, maybe even more.

Ward, confident they're listening, speaks again, "John B, I know you are there, son. I know you can hear me," He takes a deep breath. "and if you love my daughter like I think you love my daughter, then you will turn that boat around and come back."

I shake my head. No, he's playing on his love for Sarah.

Please John B. don't listen to him. He's a murderer. He's evil.

There's still no response but we all know he's listening. So is Sarah. We know they are listening to every word and maybe even contemplating on turn back around. I hope to god they are not but Ward is acting so rational he almost doesn't seem like a killer. Almost. There still is something in his voice that I can tell in a little bit of venom directed at John B. He knows that either way, he is getting out of this situation a free man. If John B. returns, they will arrest him for a crime Rafe committed and if he doesn't, Sarah leaves too and then it's my word against one of the richest men in OBX. I doubt my parents will side with me knowing that friends I have now. Either way, we are losing and Ward is winning again.

Ward speaks again. "You are going into a storm that you cannot survive. John B, please, I will make it right. I promise you. Come back."

This makes my blood boil. Ward was the one that messed everything up in the first place. Him and his deranged son.

"No! John B.! He's a liar!" I scream rushing forward and trying to grab a hold of Ward's radio. Two officers grab a hold of both of my arms and drag me away.

"Let go of her!" JJ screams, jumping onto one of the officers.

I'm kicking and screaming and JJ in fighting one of them as Pope and Kiara fight the other. More officers come and hold all of them back. I'm hysterical. I'm screaming as loud as I can for John B. and Sarah. They can't come back. If they come back, everything we have done, everything we have sacrificed, was for nothing.

Just as the officers start to drag us out of the tent, Shoupe yells at them. "Let them stay," He smirks at me, happy to see that I'm crying. "They are gonna hear this."

We are brought back to where we originally were and now, officers are holding us down as we listen to Ward talk. I want to cover my ears but the officers are holding my hands behind my back.

"John B, I am begging you. Think of her and turn around." Ward finishes, looking at me finally. No one else can see it but I can. He's smirking. It's very faint but I can still see it. He thinks he's won.

We all wait for a response. At first, I think maybe it was the wrong frequency all along and maybe they heard nothing. Then, the radio turns on and we can hear heavy breathing along with the sound of the storm behind it. I know it's John B., and so does JJ, Kiara and Pope. I look at the, They are all thinking the same thing; he's pissed.

"Ward Cameron, do you hear me?"

JJ lets out a sigh. He's there and he's been listening to everything. I want to yell again but I can't; my throat burns from all the yelling.

Ward smiles and gives Shoupe a thumbs up. "Yes. Yes, son, I'm right here. I'm right here. Please bring her back, okay? We'll work it all out when you get home."

I hang up head. No, please don't listen to him.

Then John B. speaks again. " You killed my father, and you framed me for a murder I didn't commit."

I look back up, surprised. John B. doesn't believe him. He's not turning back. Thank god.

Ward looks to the fed, confused. He's still playing the part of the confused and concerned father. The fed isn't looking at him though, he's looking at me. His face is filled with surprise. He raises his brows at me and all I do is nod. I'm wondering if he truly believes me now?

John B. speaks again. "You took everything from me!"

I can hear the anger from through the radio. I'm almost scared for Ward. He looks actually concerned now, he's not playing a part anymore.

I look to JJ. He's being held back by the officers but when I look at him, he's pale. I know why. When John B. comes back to OBX, he will kill Ward.

John B. yells again. "You took everything from me!" I try to imagine John B. and Sarah on that boat going into the storm. My heart drops. Please let them make it. "But I'm still here. And I swear to God, Ward, I will come back one day and take back what's mine."

Ward's brows are pushed together. He's shaking and I can see sweat form on his forehead. He knows John B. is serious and now he's scared. I would be too. In one last ditch effort to calm John B., he tries to speak again but it's too late. John B. is holding down the button so Ward can't speak.

"So, you listen to me, all right? I'm comin' for you. I'm coming for you."

And then the radio is silent. John B. and Sarah are done talking.

Shoupe looks at us, his face as white as snow. I guess he's not smirking any longer. He looks at me and now I'm the one smirking. They are gone. He knows they'll never catch him.

"Told you." I say bitterly, smiling at Shoupe.

"Get them away from my sight." growls Shoupe.

The officer start dragging us away and Shoupe and the fed start whispering to each other. The officer that is holding me is talking to the officer that is holding JJ and I see this as my last opportunity to speak to Sarah. I have come to terms I might never see her again and I just want to say one last thing. So, the second I see that the officer is distracted I loosen my grip on him and run to the radio. Ward is no longer there anymore and no one is guarding it. I am running so fast my legs are burning but I move quickly and dodge the grasp of the officer that was holding me before. I grab the radio as fast as I can and press the button to speak. I see the fed, Shoupe and the officer running towards me so I know I have to speak quickly.

I say the only thing that matters. "I love you Sarah. We aren't divided."

I say this because when Sarah first started dating John B., I had been focused too much on the fact he was a Pogue and she was a Kook and it wouldn't work out. She had told me that those divisions didn't matter. Love is love. There should be no more divisions when it came to love. I hope she gets my reference.

Seconds later, the officer grabs onto me and slaps the radio out of my hand. He's dragging me away again but I don't fight. I said what I needed to say. I don't expect her to say anything else but I just wanted to say goodbye.

As I am getting dragged away, I hear a voice come from the radio. The person is crying but I can tell they are happy because they are laughing through the tears. "You're golden Callie. There's no more divisions."

I'm full on bawling now but I don't care. I will miss her so much but I know I wouldn't change anything that has happened. I found JJ and she I had the best ten years with the best friend anyone could ask for.

The officer drags me to the second tent and I get wet because it is raining outside. When I'm in the second tent, I'm surrounded by JJ and Kiara and Pope. They're all asking me what she said, what it meant and I try to tell them everything. I can see my parents in the background but I ignore them for now. I need to talk to my family.

JJ hugs me and cups my face in his hands. He's wet too and the droplets from his hair are dropping on my face. "That was so stupid. Why'd you do that?"

I shrug. "I don't know."

But I do know. Because Sarah is right. When you love someone, there should be no more divisions.

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No More Divisions - Chapter Eight: Why Should We Help?

JJ x Original Character

MASTERLIST

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At the makeshift headquarters beside the lighthouse, there's two tents. I'm guessing Kiara, Pope and JJ are in tent one because I'm in tent two and all that's in tent two is an officer watching me and a row of computers. They're turned off but I can still tell that this tent is a precaution, just in case they need to call in for more man power. For a teenager.

I'm sitting on a chair that has been pulled out of a computer desk. It's uncomfortable and I'm becoming more irritable the more I sit and do nothing. This also probably has to do with me being separated from my friends, but I don't care. I'm taking out my anger on this poor officer, who is seriously not doing anything, other than his job.

"I want to go." I grumble, crossing my arms over my chest.

The officer turns to me and rolls his eyes. "Anything else, madam?" His sarcasm is even more annoying than his voice.

"Yeah, your mom's number." I spit bad, acting very juvenile. I guess JJ has really rubbed off on me.

"Just sit still. Your parents should be here soon. Then you can go home." The officer says, one arm forward. He's trying to calm me down but it's not working. It's actually only making me even more pissed.

"I don't want to go home." I angrily mumble. "I need to see my friends."

The officer chuckles. "Not happening, sweetheart."

I roll my eyes. "Don't patronize me buddy." I had no idea where this arrogance was coming from. I was intimidated by the police but now, after all that I've been through, I could care less.

"Listen kid -" The officer is about to start on me, probably about respecting authority and your elders but he doesn't get the chance. Walking through the tent to meet me is the fed I saw from before, my parents, Ward, and Rafe.

I get up instantly. "Stay away from them!" I say, grabbing my mom and dad and standing in front of my parents.

I block them from Ward and Rafe, who are now face to face with me. For the first time since Peterkin's death, I'm looking Ward dead in the eyes. He looks back, very arrogant for someone that's guilty and surrounded by cops. But I guess it pays to be Ward Cameron; everyone believes you're good all the time.

"Callie," my mom cried, pulling me away from Ward and hugging me. "We were worried sick."

My dad hugged me and my mom. This is the first time I've seen them embrace in months. Its sad to think me going missing has brought them closer together.

"Once you get home, you're grounded." My dad says sternly, his eyes instantly softening. "But for now, we're so glad you're safe."

I'm happy to see them but I have to pull away. I have bigger things to be concerned about. I don't know if Sarah or John B. are okay, not to mention I have no idea how Kiara, Pope, and JJ are.

I look to the fed, glaring at him. "Where are my friends?"

I the fed nodded to his right. "They're in the next tent. I actually want to talk to you."

Ward's eyes widen. "Why? She's been clearly brainwashed by John B."

The fed looked at Ward. "It's just protocol.

My eyes widen now. "No!" The fed turns to look at me again. "I was there when Peterkin was shot. I know who did it."

My parents gasp. I look to them quickly and once I see their disappointed faces I have to look away. I feel a hand grab onto my arm. I look to my right and see it's Rafe. His eyes are filled with tears.

"Please Callie," he begged, "you don't know what you're doing."

I scoffed, ripping my arm away from his grasp. "I know exactly what I'm fucking doing. Get away from me." My anger is boiling over but I control myself. I have to do this for Sarah and John B. If they're not here to clear their names, then I will do it for them.

"Callie, I love you." Rafe chokes on his tears.

My hurt almost hurts for him. I swallow and the hurt is gone. "No." I say sternly.

Rafe nods quickly. "I do. I knew I loved you since you first said hello. We're so good together, we can go back to that place."

My mind goes to JJ. I feel his hand on my back and I remember his smile. "I don't love you Rafe. I don't think I ever did."

Love is supposed to make you feel giddy. Love is supposed to make you want to get out of bed. It makes you want to dance. Love is in the simple actions. Like, just talking for hours to them. Every kiss should feel like the first kiss. Every hug should feel like the first touch. I never felt that with Rafe; it was always more of an obligation. With JJ, it's natural. It's easy.

Rafe swallows, his tears sliding down his face. A year falls down his face. It's only one and he wipes it away quickly. Embarrassed, he then backs away, moving away from me.

I look to my parents. My mom is giving me a sweet smile. My dad, who always liked Rafe, seemed a little disappointed. I can't look at them any longer. Everytime I look at them, I feel very sad. I know I've let them down.

I look to the fed again. "If you let me see my friends, I'll do whatever you want."

The fed thinks for a moment and it's so silent in the tent. Then, he speaks, "Follow me." He tells Ward, Rafe and my parents to stay behind because it might cause too much drama. That's an understatement.

We both walk out of the tent, both staying silent. Finally, before we enter the first tent, he says one thing. "I believe you."

I am shocked. It feels so good for someone to say that to me. "Really?"

The fed nods. "You might not want to believe this but I am on your side."

As he says this, he pulls the curtain to the side and my eyes search for blond hair. This tent looks exactly like the other except there's just more people here. Dozens and dozens of officers walk and talk, doing god knows what.

Then I see it. Blond hair. It's JJ.

My heart bursts with joy. "JJ!"

JJ hears me over all the commotion and turns around, looking for me. Once our eyes lock, butterflies erupt in my stomach. He's there. It's been three hours without him but it feels like more. It feels like an eternity.

Once I see the smile on his face, I start to run. I'm pushing past the officers and I'm not being polite. I tell them to move. JJ, funny enough, is doing the same. Once we're close enough, my arms reach out to him and he does the same. I'm hugging him so tight I think I might suffocate. He's hugging just as tight though. I can feel his heartbeat as his chest presses against mine and I smile even wider. Hearing his heartbeat and touching him makes this whole ordeal better.

"God, I missed you." I smiled, pulling away from him for a moment.

"I would too." He jokes but I know what he truly means. He missed me too.

I can't help it. Even if we're in front of all these officers and our friends, I still kiss JJ. He's kissing me back instantly. Each kiss is amazing. It's always like the first time. I don't think my heart will ever be able to adapt to how he makes me feel. I want to deepen the kiss but decide against it since we are in public.

I pull away. "Are Kiara and Pope okay?"

JJ nods. "They're here. How about you?"

I shrug. "Better now."

JJ reaches up to my brown hair and pushes it behind my ear. His hand rests on my cheek for a moment then he pulls away. "Callie, I -"

"Callie!" Kiara yells from behind JJ.

I let go of JJ and and run past him to her and Pope. I'm sure whatever he has to tell me, he can say later. I'm just so glad to see that they're alright.

I embrace Kiara and I can feel her smile on my shoulder. "I'm so glad you're safe."

I smile back, still hugging her. We don't say anything for a few moments and then we finally let go of each other. Pope is now beside her, his arms out for me. I'm smiling so wide now. He was very apprehensive at first but now we're friends.

Once we hug, he speaks, "I'm glad too."

"Sorry to break up this reunion," the fed speaks from behind me. "But we need your help."

I let go of Pope and turn to the fed. I look at JJ. He's glaring at the fed. I walk to JJ and pat his shoulder, trying to calm him down. I know he doesn't trust this fed but I'm starting to. It might be naive but what other choice do I have?

"And why should we trust you?" JJ bitterly asks, Kiara and Pope nodding along with him.

I can see Deputy Shoupe behind the fed and I want to roll my eyes. He's listening in on our conversation and since he's such an ass, he speaks up before the fed has a chance.

"Because we want John B. and Sarah to live."

That grabs all of our attention. The fed shoots Shoupe a glare but he doesn't get a chance to say anything because JJ is already in his face.

"What the hell are you talking about?" JJ spits back.

I'm holding onto his bicep, trying to pull him away from the Deputy. JJ looks like he's ready to fight and that's the last thing I want. "JJ..."

He looks to me. His face softens and he backs up a little, standing beside me again. When he loosens his arms and lets them fall to his sides, I grab ahold of his hands.

"What Deputy Shoupe means," the fed says slowly, shooting Shoupe one last glare before looking back to us, "is that right now John B. and Sarah are on a boat, headed into a storm. They won't make it through the storm."

How did Sarah get on the boat with John B.? Did he stops to pick her up? I don't know and honestly don't care right now. My only priority right now is to make sure John B. and Sarah are safe.

"What do you need us to do?" Kiara asks, speaking up for the first time. I look to her and I can instantly read her face. She's so worried.

The fed sighed. "I need you to go on the radio and tell them to turn their boat around."

Once we all heard this, there was an uproar from all of us. That was not an option. The second John B. and Sarah's boat hit solid ground we all knew that the police would arrest them. This was their plan all along. The storm was a perfect setup. Sure we might save them from the storm, but we wouldn't be saving them from the police.

"Yeah, so you can arrest them the second they get here." Pope angrily spit back.

"Fuck off." JJ says, rolling his eyes.

"They will die if you don't do this." The fed argued, looking to me. "You really want your friends to die?"

That was it. This time, I wasn't gonna let this fed blame us. If he had done his job correctly, we wouldn't even be in this situation.

"How dare you try to blame us." I said coldly. Everyone looked to me, shocked. Even Shoupe seemed surprised that I had taken such a tone with a federal officer.

"I'm not -" The fed tried to explain. I wouldn't let him.

"No, you are." I looked to JJ. His smirk was what made me continue. "If you had done your job properly we wouldn't even be in this situation. If any of you just stopped and listened, John B. and Sarah wouldn't be on that boat headed towards that storm. But you won't listen and I don't know why. Is it because we're teenagers? It doesn't matter because we're not helping you arrest our friends."

It was silent for a moment as everyone processed my words. Even I had to process my words. I can't believe I had just said that. Maybe going through all of this gave me the confidence I needed. After a minute, JJ was the first to speak up.

"We're not gonna help the people that never helped us."

I looked to JJ, a frown on my face. I knew what he meant. It has been years and years and still, no officer ever helped him with getting out of his dad's house. I'm sure people knew what was going on. Most of the town did. They just chose to do nothing. Why should he want to help them now. JJ looked back at me, giving me a half smile. I knew he was trying his best to not show how upset he was with Shiupe and the fed and I wanted to kiss him for being so brave.

The finally responded by nodding and saying, "If you won't help us, then someone else will."

I heard Pope scoff from behind me. "Yeah? Who's gonna help you?"

That's when I saw him. Entering the tent, a face full of fake concern for his daughter, was Ward Cameron.

Shoupe smirked and pointed to Ward. "He will."

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