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poisoned mercury | damned if i do ya (damned if i don't)

a/n: oooohhhh i love them bad. the slow burn is slow burning a little bit. btw the song is daylight by 5sos!

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all the progress luke thought he was making with you was thrown out the window after the concert. at first, he was glad to have some distance between you guys. he was dealing with sorting out what he felt for you. it was stupid, really, how he realized that you reminded him a lot of his childhood nickelodeon crush, but the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it was more than that.

sure, you were a fucking headache sometimes, but he liked it. he liked you. he liked how you always tore him a new one, made him feel normal, like he wasn’t luke castellan – lead singer of poisoned mercury, he was just luke when he was with you. you asked him about his music, his life, but knew when to stop right before the conversation got too heavy because you understood him. you knew how he felt even when he didn’t say it.

maybe he’d just been around his bandmates too much, teenage boys with emotional iqs of a thumbtack, but you took one look at him and he knew that you understood what he was feeling. as great of a writer he was when it came to music, he was never good with expressing how he felt.

but now, it’s been weeks since you last talked to him, like really talked to him. whenever he’d see you in your smoke spot, he’d try to start a conversation, but you’d stuff your vape in your pocket and walk away before he could even say hi. you stopped going to the gym in the morning, often coming into the cabin after your workout during random times of the day, no longer following a set schedule. you rarely hung out with the boys, opting to retire into your room earlier than usual. you still joined clarisse during her counselor duties, but she stopped letting the boys tag along when luke was available as much as she used to. she’d offer an apologetic smile to luke and slip out an excuse why he couldn’t join for music lessons.

luke was tired of it. he didn’t know what went wrong, what he did wrong, to make you act so cold towards him. even when you didn’t know him yet, you were never like this. you always had a snide remark ready for him, but now, he was met with silence.

on the bright side, he at least had inspiration to write new songs.

he wandered into the cabin, thinking that it would be empty. clarisse was being held hostage at arts and crafts again. (she complained the whole morning about it until chris offered to join her so she wouldn’t be the only one covered in glitter this time.) the stolls were in the studio recording the instrumentals for the song luke showed them a few days ago. they’d asked him who the song was about, though he had a feeling they already knew. he wasn’t really trying to be secretive with the words. and you, luke could only wonder where you were.

he stopped in his tracks at the sound of mr. d’s voice in your room. your bedroom door was wide open and luke feared that you’d see him so he hid around the corner, back pressed against the wall.

“this is serious, kid,” mr. d yelled. “your teammate is pressing charges so i need the full story! i don’t care if you don’t want to talk about it. this can go on your record permanently.”

“so let it!” you screamed back. luke heard you pacing around your room, heavy steps against the cabin floors. “i don’t care.”

“i care! i’ve been pretty goddamn lenient when it comes to you, y/n, but this?” mr. d countered, veins on his neck bulging out as he raised his voice. luke had never seen him like this, “this is fucking serious. you need to tell me exactly what happened.”

“she was talking about you, okay?” you sobbed. you sat on your bed, hands buried in your open palms. “she said something about your addiction. i don’t fucking know how she found out, but she said something and i just lost it, dad. she was talking out her ass and i just needed her to shut up because she didn’t know what the fuck she was talking about.”

mr. d’s tongue poked the inside of his cheek. he gulped, not saying a word. your dad looked at the decorated wall of your bedroom, polaroids of you and your friends, your framed high school field hockey jersey, and the concert ticket from the first show he ever took you to. he looked down at the pink rug on your floor, unable to say anything.

you looked up at him, eyes brimmed with tears, “there, i told you. happy now?”

it wasn’t long before mr. d stormed out of the cabin. luke flinched as the door slammed shut behind him. he heard you sobbing in your bedroom and he contemplated approaching you. you were already mad at him, for a reason that he still didn’t know, so what the hell?

with a deep breath, luke emerged from the corner and walked towards your door. his knuckles softly knocked on the open door. you looked up at the noise, rubbing your eyes with your forearm. you chewed on your bottom lip, “not in the mood to argue, castellan.”

“not here to argue,” he stood under your door frame, leaning against the side. “i’m here to see if you’re okay.”

you had this habit of running away from things when you knew it had the power to hurt you. it wasn’t the healthiest coping mechanism, but your fight or flight response was triggered every time you started catching feelings for someone. it didn’t happen often, you developing actual feelings for people. you developed crushes, sure, but not feelings.

you didn’t get googly-eyed and love-dumb with guys. you knew better– growing up with a dad who could quite literally transform people’s lives with a snap of his finger made you hyperaware of people’s intentions with you. but sometimes, you get blinded by the guy who sweeps you off your feet and you forget about it all.

after the concert, you couldn’t stop thinking about luke. you already knew what kind of person he actually was, kind, caring, talented, all of the above, but there was still a nagging voice in your head telling you: “what if this is all an act?” “what if this is his move? pretending to be a different guy from the tabloids just to get you to fall for him then break your heart like everyone else did?” so you fled. you ran away from luke.

clarisse caught onto you avoiding luke fairly quickly. she no longer saw you two walking into the cabin together in the early mornings when she was getting ready for the day. you started declining invitations to hang out at the activities center, stopped having time to help her with music lessons when the band was tagging along, and started hanging out with her in your room instead of the common space.

she asked you about it after a week of the same thing. you told her you just weren’t in the mood, lacked energy. you said a million excuses but she could see right through you. you and the lead singer weren’t really subtle with your longing glances.

you crossed your legs under you, pulling the blanket up to cover your legs. you moved over on your bed, tilting your head to let him inside. luke took his shoes off and closed the door behind him, sock-clad feet tapping against the wooden floors. he sat on the edge of your bed, playing with the stray thread on your blanket.

“you ever feel like your parents wish they had a different kid?” you whispered, “maybe a kid that wasn’t so difficult?”

“all the time,” luke replied, “every time my name is in the tabloids, i swear it takes years off my mom’s life.”

you laughed, sniffling, “you need to take it easy on your mom. she’s too good for this world.”

“that she is,” he leaned back on his elbows, resting his head on his shoulder. he tapped your leg under the blanket, “you know your dad loves you, right?”

“yeah,” you sighed, looking at luke. your makeup was smudged under your eyes and it took all his power not to lean over to wipe it away. you hunched your shoulders over when you spoke again, “just feels like sometimes i’m too much for him and i don’t know how to stop doing that.”

“i don’t think you should.”

it was the truth. you dealt in extremes. you were intense but it was only because you were passionate about things. he’d seen you practicing for hours, staying up late to help the younger kids with their projects even if it wasn’t your job, bossing people around to make sure that the camp activities were perfect. when you put your mind to something, luke knew there was no stopping you.

“so i’m guessing you heard that whole thing with my dad?”

“yeah,” luke rubbed the back of his neck. he looked at you, feeling caught that he’d been listening in on your private conversation. “i didn’t know anyone was in here when i walked in.”

“it’s fine,” you shrugged, “pretty sure the whole camp heard my dad yelling anyways.”

he laughed, “probably. i’d never seen him like that before. he’s usually so chill. it kinda caught me off guard.”

“me too.”

“it’s not as bad as when my mom yells at me though,” luke offered, trying to lighten the mood. he grinned when he saw your eyes brighten. you never did pass up the opportunity to have luke embarrass himself. if he could stop you from crying, he would lay out all his embarrassing stories in front of you for your listening pleasure. “the time she found out that me and trav got banned from wichita, like the whole city, she got so mad that the hotel we were staying at kicked us out because there were so many noise complaints. had to sleep on the bus. my back was killing me the entire time we were playing a show the next day.”

“what the fuck did you guys do that warranted a ban from the whole city?”

luke’s cheeks turned pink, “we mooned a cop car.”

you bursted into uncontrollable laughter, falling back on your pillows. luke watched you, laughing along at your reaction. you were crying again, but it was a good cry this time. luke thought you looked pretty like this; cheeks red, eyes shut as you tried to regain your composure, and smiling, all teeth and lips. he hadn’t seen it in a while and he wanted to take a picture of you right now just so he could always remember how you looked at this moment. he wasn’t sure if he could survive another few weeks without seeing it again.

luke nudged you as your laughter died down, “if shit goes down with your teammate, there will be three of us with a permanent record in this cabin.”

you smiled at him, sadly, voice returning to the hushed tone you used earlier, “you think my dad could forgive me for this?”

“don’t think anyone could hold a grudge against you even if they tried, five star,” luke placed a hand on your thigh covered by the blanket. he relished in the feeling of the hand you placed over his own. it felt intimate. “what does your mom think about all of this?”

“i dunno,” you played with the rings on his hand, twisting the silver metals on his fingers, “i haven’t talked to her about it yet. been avoiding her calls.”

“well, happy to know that i wasn’t the only one getting the silent treatment,” he teased, no bite to his voice. “shit, five star, even with your punishments, you still manage to not make me feel special.”

you squeezed his hand, a giggle escaping your lips, “shut up.”

luke looked at you, “you should probably talk to her soon.”

“i will,” you nodded, meeting his gaze, “soon.”

the two of you stayed there in silence, you playing with his rings and the bracelets on his arm. you were so enamored by the silver jewelry on his hand, twirling his rings to read each engraving, looking at each design, humming in appreciation. you looked at the camp half blood bracelet on his wrist, recognizing the beads on the string.

“i can’t believe you got a camp bracelet before i did this summer,” you huffed, admiring the beads. “i’ve been here longer than you and nobody made me one yet.”

“a little girl made it for me,” luke said, smiling at the memory. “i helped her with her with the production of the song for her summer project and she made it for me.”

“i didn’t know you also produced music.” luke castellan continued to surprise you.

“not well,” he replied. “just the basics, but i like to think i helped her out. annabeth— you know her? the kid with perfect pitch. fucking brilliant. smarter than i was at her age.”

“i love beth. i’m pretty sure she’s the smartest 12-year-old to ever exist,” your eyes twinkled, moving your index finger to his own, “what’s the story with this one?”

luke looked down at the ring you were touching. it was the silver ring he bought for himself using his first paycheck from their album sales. it cost him a pretty penny, but it was worth it. the font was tiny, but he memorized the words.

“aγάπη χωρίς πείσματα δεν έχει νοστιμάδα,” luke said, no doubt butchering the pronunciation. “it’s greek. my mom used to read greek proverbs to me as a child. i think she hoped i’d become the next great philosopher, but instead i became a musician. this phrase stuck with me.”

“what does it mean?”

“love without a bit of stubbornness isn’t tasteful,” he whispered, “it’s a little reminder to myself that even though i can be difficult as shit sometimes, i’m worth it.”

luke cleared his throat, “had a tough time when we first got big. i’m sure you’ve heard of some stories. there was a time when me and my mom didn’t talk much. i thought i knew what was best and i pushed her away. i was so stubborn, five star.”

“my dad left when i was a kid and for second, i thought i would lose my mom too,” he shook his head, the bitter taste of regret in his mouth as he recalled those memories. “im glad i didn’t. this ring reminds me that no matter how stubborn i am, i still deserve love, y’know? maybe it’s stupid, but sometimes i doubt it. mom always told me that love isn’t supposed to be easy, but it’s supposed to always be worth it– worth all the trouble, the stubbornness, the hurt, so this little phrase keeps me grounded in a weird way.”

“worth it to an extent,” you said. there was something hidden in your words like you were somehow asking him if you fell within the extent of it being worth it. it was in the look in your eye, doubt and worry that maybe you pushed it too far this time and you were no longer worth the fight.

“extent is subjective. i know my mom thinks i’m worth it. i know that no matter how much me and the stolls get into fights, our friendship is worth it. i know that even though me and chris grew up to be different people, our bond is worth it,” luke leaned in closer as if he was going to tell you a secret, something that stays between you and him, only allowed to be spoken within the walls of your room. “and you, five star–”

he couldn’t finish his sentence. his words got caught in his throat. he was afraid that if he kept talking, he wouldn’t be able to stop. he didn’t know if there was a universe out there where fighting for you wouldn’t be worth it. had you been thinking about him all this time you’d been apart? have your thoughts been plagued by the idea of him? all he could think of was you. all his songs were about you. it seemed like everything had been about you since he met you.

is it too much too soon to even say things like that? luke didn’t know where you stood, if you even felt the same way about him as he did about you. how evil must the world be to have you exist in his orbit but not allow him to fight for you?

the corner of your lips lifted a tiny bit and luke knew he didn’t need to say anything else. you understood.

luke wanted to stop you when you removed your hand from his, but he didn’t want to test his luck. you dug through the drawer by your bed, pulling out the familiar vape, “i could really go for a smoke right now but this stupid thing died.”

an idea popped into luke’s mind. he got up, motioning for you to do the same. you stayed seated on your bed, eyebrow raised in concern.

“come on,” luke sighed, playfully rolling his eyes when you still refused to get up. he held out his hand, looking down at you. “you trust me?”

you glanced at him then at his hand, deciding. it felt like a loaded question, like he was asking about something more than if you’d go with him to whatever adventure he had planned for the both of you. his heart hammered in his chest as he waited for your answer. you didn’t say anything to his question, unsure if you could rationalize your decision, but when you laced your fingers with his, luke didn’t let go of your hand until you were both out of the campgrounds.

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lady-ashfade · 2 months

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Blood And Pressure

Part four

Yandere!Pjo × Fem!Grisha!reader. (Platonic yandere gods) (romantic!various characters)

-♡ Chapters: Previous // Next

-♡ this is a shadow & bone slight crossover. Reader is a heartrender and that's all really (maybe more in the future!)

-♡ words: 1k

-♡ Please note that all characters are aged appropriately, so all characters are older versions of the book characters. So 17-19 characters for these, you can choose any of them really. Just that they are older teens.

-♡ warnings: short, yandere behaviors, obsession, stalking, slightly sick love, possessive, manipulative, gaslighting, platonic yandere too, blood powers, powerful powers but not godly, and future warnings when more chapters come out.

You’d like to say you could understand everything that was happening but you had not even a small clue. You sat in the big house with your bag in hand while the two adults argue over you.

“I forbid her to leave, she’s not hera’s child,” you sink back while Mr.d points his finger at you, “she belongs here, with me.”

The god fought for you to stay with him, he kept you happy and feed, even made you smile. All for someone else to claim you? It made his blood boil and you could see it on his face as he shouts.

“She’s been claimed and even if we don’t understand, it is how things have to be.” Chiron sounded disappointed but stern. Of course he would stay up for you, like he always does. He hated for you to leave but you wanted so badly to leave them and have friends and he could understand.

“Mr.d,” you step forward to the god, “I’ll make you a promise.”

“And what’s that kid?” He hated how he spoke to you but he was just too heated that he could banish everyone kid from camp.

“I’ll come visit and play cards with you every week?” You try and bargain your time, even when the thoughts made your bones tighten at thinking of being stuck like that again.

He looked down at you with a suspicious glare while he thought it over. He didn’t have a choice but that didn’t mean he liked it. So finally he let out a breath and agreed while rushing off and mumbling under his breath.

The next stop you had was weirder.

The cabin was dark and empty. Cold and you could feel your spine shiver at the lack of heat. You glanced around but found no furniture to even sit on. No one was supposed to sleep here. Hera had no half-blood offsprings because unfaithfulness was not her way, and yet here you stand being claimed by her. And something tells you all the gods had something to do with it. Mr. D seemed to be more jealous when he spoke about the queen of gods. Like she was unworthy to have you.

“I suppose we’ll be needing to fetch some essentials for your new home.” Chiron tried to sound happy.

“Don’t worry,” you hold up your arms that carried pillows as far as you can with a reassuring smile, “I’ll survive.” and truth be told your bed was the one thing you would miss about staying there.

You find yourself walking up to the firepit and staring up at the statue of hera holding her staff. The way her eyes looked…you felt calm, but almost afraid of what it would be like to look in the real ones. She wasn’t someone to mess with while even her husband feared her wrath.

“So, Chiron?” You ask. You continue to stare up at the stone goddess. “Do you know why she claimed me.” there wasn’t much hope he’d share his insight. the centaur kept quiet for a second to consider his next words wisely.

“Just as clueless to me. Maybe we’ll get some information in the morning after a goodnight sleep.” Just as you thought. Not a peep from him.

You nod and turn around and place everything you had on the floor which wasn’t much but you were glad you had all you did. Chiron handed you the blankets with a smile on his face and for a minute it looked like he was going to cry while he looked at you.

So you open your arms wide and pull him into a hug, or what you could reach and he chuckles deeply and pats your head. In all his years you were his favorite to ever walk into this camp and to guide you. To him, camp was nothing without you.

You settled in quickly while unpacking what you could to make you feel at home. You had two blankets, one on the floor and pillows on top and the other over yourself. You tried to pick a place to the fire without burning up or being too cold.

And for the first time you were all alone to your own thoughts.

“Pst” a hushed whisper called out from no where. The voice startled you as you jump forward and grab ahold of the nearest thing, your old book.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I’m a camper.” The voice had no body to go along with it making you confused. Was it one of Apollos children? Whoever they were they didn’t belong here.

“Says the person who stays hidden.”

The person in question lets out a laugh and then you see a figure appearing out of no where. A blue cap was the first thing you notice as they move their hand down with it grasped. A girl with a orange camp shirt, pretty eyes and blonde hair twisted into a braid.

“You grab a book to hurt me? Almost seems like you know me.” She smirked amusingly.

She had been watching you since you arrived at camp two years ago when she could, she grew to now you like no one else did. And now you’re out and into the camp with her she couldn’t let you walk without keeping a eye on you. You arrived with percy, another person she needed to watch so it was easy.

“What’s you name?” You ask the mysterious girl.

“Annabeth, consider me your guide from now on.” She walked further and stood above you. Her wicked smile seemed off just like everyone else you have seen.

“What cabin are you from? I heard some kids saying Apollos kids-” she cut you off by waving the hat in her hand.

“Athena.” You nod.

“And you’ll need me.” You tilted your head at her words and arched your brows. Need her? What was she talking about.

“For what? I mean I’m glad to have a friend but..” taking a deep breath as her eyes glint with something almost dangerous.

“For capture of the flag.”

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Oneshot #1 - Nothing / dsmp pjo au (c!dnf) 2k

this is a little bit of an experiment to see if i like writing this pjo dsmp au, and if people like reading it. its super short, but i wanted to get out a little bit of writing to see if i was into it. if i like it i'll start working on more :] so basically feedback is APPRECIATED

“You’re awake.” “How could you tell?” “I can always tell. Idiot.”

“You’re awake.”

Dream blinks. The bottom of the top bunk comes into focus in all its wooden glory. He’d been staring at a blur for the past half hour, desperately trying to stay awake.

“Dream?”

Okay, that really is George talking, and not some sleep deprived delusion. George’s head peeks over the side of the bunk facing the window, moonlight eclipsed by his hair. He can barely see his features, but he knows exactly the look George is giving him. Something between judgmental and concerned.

“How could you tell?” Dream whispers back.

“I can always tell. Idiot.”

George likes to tease him for sleeping like a corpse, hands laced together over his stomach. Dream moves his hands to his sides before George gets the chance to mention it.

“D’you want me to do the thing?”

“No.” The last time he let George use his sleep magic, he had a nightmare worse than the ones he was running from in the first place.

“I’ve gotten better at it!” George promises, sounding a tad desperate. “Let me try.”

Some of their cabin mates begin to shuffle in their sleep. There’s a quiet, ‘shut up’ thrown their way, sounding a little bit like Tommy. Probably Tommy.

Dream lowers his voice further. “I’m going for a walk.”

There’s a pause. But it doesn’t seem like he hates the idea. “We’ll get in trouble.”

Dream sits up, swiveling his head around the room to see if anyone’s paying attention. From the back, he can see everyone sound asleep in their beds. When George was claimed, the Hermes cabin elected to put George in the very back corner of the room. The general sentiment seemed to be that they were afraid of George emanating some kind of sleep stink or something. George seemed sad being ostracized, which was understandable.

It was easy for Dream to swap with his new bunkmate, which delighted the boy. George had said he was only pulling long faces because he wasn’t able to bunk with his best friend anymore, which. Dream had no particular emotional reaction to. Please trust him on this.

(Later, Hypnos would claim more sons, and the Hermes cabin would get over it, and Dream will just have to seethe in silence.)

With the coast clear, he stands carefully.

“Mr. D is going to turn you into a tree.” George rolls to the other side of the bed to watch, glaring at him through the wood railing.

“Come with me.”

“What? I don’t want to get in trouble. Can’t you just lay back down?”

Dream holds out his hand, reaching up. “Just trust me.”

He’s aware that it isn’t exactly a convincing argument. George tentatively takes his hand, anyway. His hands are soft like they haven’t worked a day in their lives, which might be a little true. But they’re only kids, so time will tell.

George keeps hold of his hand even as he climbs down the ladder. It makes Dream sort of feel like, a knight or something.

“You’re, like, my princess.” Stupid thing to say. Whatever, he already said it, and George is already trying not to laugh so he doesn’t wake everyone up. He holds his breath through a snort, which makes a silly noise, which makes Dream struggle not to laugh as well. Domino effect of stupidity.

Dream tries to communicate with his hands that they could be careful of the creaks in the floor, which he’s previously memorized. George sleepily nods his head like he understands, still smiling dumbly, and immediately steps on one of the loose boards, letting out a very long and tedious creak.

Okay, fine. If any of the kids in the cabin snitch, they’ll know they aren’t truly Hermes’ child, and the unclaimed ones can cross him off their list.

Outside, the air is warm and perfect, like it always is. Or should be, anyway. George’s hand is cold.

“Okay, so, where are we going?”

Dream points up to the roof, and George’s expression sours.

“You didn’t say anything about climbing.”

“Well, I’m not gonna take you to the woods if you can’t be quiet.”

“Is that where you go? Won’t nymphs catch you?”

“We’re the babies, they think we’re cute. They just tell me to go back.”

“We’re twelve, not babies.”

“Yeah? Then get climbing.”

George stomps the ground petulantly, but doesn’t go back inside. Dream has to let go of his hand to show him how to climb up. The breeze sifts through his hair gently, the cool air clings to his skin. He’s made this climb a few times, not that it’s hard. But he can hear his friend groaning with every new foothold he has to take.

It’s a big cabin, it’s got to hold a lot of kids. He pities the kids who have to sleep in the top rungs, they have to climb up and down at least two ladders to get in and out of bed. Maybe the ones on top are, like, the strong half-bloods. Ares and Hephaestus and stuff.

Dream pulls himself up on top of the roof with ease.

“Not so hard.” Dream gloats, smiling at George still struggling on the last edge.

“Help?” George frowns pitifully, voice small and winded. He holds out his hand. “Please?”

Dream takes his hand and pulls him up. “I’ve gotcha.”

He wobbles a bit on his feet, but steadies. George is only in his pajamas, his own sacred artifact. Sometimes he’s seen him walking around camp in his pajama bottoms. There’s only two beads on his necklace, opposed to Dream’s six. He thinks he’ll have to turn his necklace into a bracelet and get a new one pretty soon.

“I’m so tired.” George whispers, rubbing his eyes with force.

“You’re always so tired. Do you mean it this time?”

George moans grumpily. He’s standing like he’s waiting for Dream to tell him what to do. So he does.

Dream takes his hand and guides him to lay down on one of the flat parts of the roof, above a protruding window. The wood is old and creaky, and tomorrow Sapnap (who sleeps at the top of Cabin 11, though Dream thinks it's pretty obvious who his godly parent is) will tell Dream to stop going up there in the middle of the night for what is probably the tenth time.

Together, they look at the night sky. There's few clouds, like always, and somehow all of the world’s constellations are clear. Like New York isn’t right next door.

That one is Andromeda, next to Cassiopeia. He learned that in class the other day. “Class” used loosely– they try hard to have stuff for kids to do around here.

“Is this what you do?”

Dream looks at him. “Hm?”

“Like. When you leave your bunk you just come up here? When you don’t go to the woods.”

“Yeah. I like the silence.”

“Hm.”

There’s a long pause. Then, George asks another question, sounding even more sleepy than before. Something unnatural tugs at Dream’s eyelids when George comes near.

“Did your nightmares come back?” His voice is quiet, so quiet, so not even the sky may hear.

Dream didn’t want to say as much in front of so many people. Even if they were asleep. He nods. “Let me help.” George pokes his shoulder.

“I’m scared!” Dream laughs quietly, “You did a terrible job last time.”

“Okay, whatever, I’ve been practicing.” George says, accent really peeking through. His mother is from Oxford, if he’s remembering correctly. Work visa. Not that Dream really understands what that means. He just understands George sounds very British, and it’s fun.

“Really? And who have you been practicing on.”

“Sam.” George seems rather proud of himself. “Sam, and it was good and I did good. So you should let me help.”

“Oh.” Dream really thought he’d catch him in a lie. “What does Sam even dream about?”

George rubs his eyes, moaning in thought. Which is a strange way to describe it, but that’s what George does. He rolls away, attempting to yawn away from him. He’s been trying not to yawn near people. It’s cute, but doesn’t make much of a difference. Dream yawns, despite his best efforts. George rolls back when he’s through.

“Sheep.” Is all he says. He leans his head on Dream’s shoulder. “Let me help.” “Why are you so adamant?”

“Because it’s, like, the only thing I can even do. Everyone can like, make cool plants or be super smart. I just sleep.” George hesitates, but follows through. “And I like you. You’re my best friend.”

Dream’s heart swells, enough to melt his apprehension. Or, maybe it’s the desperation that comes with sleep deprivation. It occurs to him he never changed out of his jeans.

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Do it.”

“You’re scared?” George looks up. His eyes are the kind of blue you see in the scariest parts of the ocean. The color of trenches that touch the center of the Earth. “Don’t be scared. You’ll wake up no matter what.”

“I wasn’t scared of that, but, I guess now I am?” It’s hard to keep eye contact. Something about the sleepy glaze of George’s eyes makes Dream’s soul want to give up. Whatever that means, he’s not sure.

“Sorry. It comforts me to think about.” George holds his arm gently. “You have to look at me. Remember?”

Truthfully, he didn’t. He doesn’t remember anything about how George lulled him to sleep. But he follows his instruction, and soon enough he can feel darkness creeping in all around him. It feels like having the biggest, heaviest quilt gently laid over him. It feels like getting dragged underwater. The sound of the wind in the trees melts into pure silence.

He’s vaguely aware of the sound of a yawn, his or George’s, he’s not sure. And then there was nothing at all.

For the first time in weeks, he doesn’t dream. No nightmares about green fire and the earth swallowing him whole. No death, no inevitable fates and failures he can’t avoid. Just, cold nothing.

He’s woken up by someone poking his cheek. He’s slow on the uptake, which is unlike him, but it’s so early in the morning some of the sleep lingers like a shroud. It’s a nymph. She’s not very happy. You can’t keep doing this.

And when George is asleep, he’s really asleep. And using magic tuckers him out– he’s only just started trying to use it. There’s like, a meter he’ll have to level up. At least that’s what George said.

Bottom line, he’s hard enough to wake up when he hasn’t exhausted himself. Dream is tasked with the impossible job of carrying George back down and into bed.

It’s a good thing he weighs nothing.

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All My Roads Lead Back to You Part 5

Hey, all! It’s been awhile since I posted anything with this one and since I’m a couple chapters past where I left you, I figured I’d give you this as a little treat.

Hurricane Robin makes her landing in Indy early and stirs up trouble. She means well, but what she doesn’t know could hurt Steve. And Eddie.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

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Mandy was positively buzzing. “I can’t believe our dads went to school together!” she told Edie at lunch. “That’s so cool. I guess I never really thought about how they knew each other.”

Edie shook her head. “Yeah, because it’s so weird. My dad has always hated talking about high school. All he’ll say about it is how much of an ass he was and how he’d changed. So I guess it makes sense that I wouldn’t have heard of people from those days. I mean other than, you know, all of Dad’s other friends.”

Robin, Nancy and Jonathan, Dustin. They all knew Dad in when he was in high school, but they never really talked about it. Not really.

Harri picked at his sandwich. “Dad doesn’t like talking about high school either. The only thing he’ll talk about is his D&D club, The Hellfire Club and the fact that he left Hawkins because of a witch hunt that almost cost him his life.”

Edie and Mandy nodded. That had tracked with what their fathers had told them.

Kenny shifted nervously in his seat. “Now I feel left out...”

Mandy threw her arm around him and kissed his cheek. “You’ll still be the best keyboardist this stupid town as ever seen.”

Kenny giggled. “Yeah okay.”

“Love you, Kenny,” she said with a grin.

Kenny blushed. “I love you too.”

Edie cooed. “There’s just something so special about a lesbian and her male straight best friend.”

Kenny picked up his roll and threw it at her. “Fuck off!”

Edie giggled. They chatted all throughout lunch, but toward the end, she realized that Harri had been silent the whole time.

“Hey, H-man,” she said bumping his shoulder. “What’s up?”

Harri shrugged. “I don’t know. I just have this feeling that there is something deeper between our dads than what we can see on the surface.”

“Yeah,” Edie said with a sigh. “They went to school together, became friends, and then what? Never spoke to each other again for twenty years? There is something that doesn’t add up.”

Mandy nodded. “I can ask my dad. I think he’d be more willing to talk about it then Mr Munson and Mr Harrington would.”

“That sounds great,” Edie agreed. “I’m going to go do some digging into Dad’s high school days and see what I can turn up. And maybe pump Aunt Robin for info. She loves talking.”

Harri just sat there with his head hanging between his hunched shoulders. “It’s just after Papa died, Dad has been so closed off from everyone else for so long, throwing himself into work. And now suddenly he’s out here and...I don’t know.”

Edie rubbed his back. “I know. It’s just so sudden and scary and it’s like we didn’t know our dads at all.”

Harri nodded. “I mean I knew that there was this part of his life that he could never talk about, but this feels different from that. That shit, whatever it was, was scary, but this just feels...sad.”

They settled into an uneasy silence until the bell rang to go to their next class.

When Edie got home from school she could hear raised voices coming from the kitchen.

“I just don’t like how he just swanned back into your life,” Aunt Robin was huffing.

“So he moved back to Indy,” Steve replied. “It’s not a big deal.”

“The hell it’s not, Steve,” she snapped. “Did you know he was in town?”

Edie heard her dad sigh. “No and I don’t care either.”

“Did Jeff know?” Robin growled.

“Probably,” Steve conceded. “And as I didn’t ask, I didn’t expect him to tell me. It’s a large school, Robin. The likelihood of our kids becoming friends was astronomical.”

“Not with both of you still friends with Jeff it wasn’t,” she argued back.

“She met him in her art class, Robs,” Steve said. “She probably didn’t even realize that Mandy and Harri knew each other. This isn’t the vast conspiracy you are making it out to be.”

“Steve!” Robin cried.

And that was when Edie decided to make her presence known. “Hey, Dad.”

Steve and Robin turned to her in shock.

“Edie!” Robin cried. “Hey, sweetie!”

Edie gave her a hug. “I thought you weren’t coming until the weekend.”

Robin looked at Steve sidelong. “Let’s just say there was an emergency.”

Steve threw his arms in the air in frustration. “Eddie coming back into my life is NOT an emergency.”

Edie slid into her spot at the counter. “Oh? Do tell.”

Steve glared at Robin for putting him on the spot. “Edmond Munson is my greatest, what if...okay? I didn’t realize I had had a crush on him until after his band got the record deal and moved to California. It is what it is. I met your mother and the rest is history.”

Robin rolled her eyes. “More like your parents threw her at you.”

Edie winced. She had never met Clint and Marilyn Harrington but Dad’s friends didn’t like them.

“Hey!” Steve growled. “She played the role of sweet and caring all too well, or do I need to remind you that you had a crush on her, too?”

Robin flushed angrily. “You promised you would never bring that up!”

“Yeah well,” Steve bit out, “that was before you decided one ten minute encounter with someone I haven’t seen in twenty years was enough to cut out of work early and fly out today!”

He stormed out of the kitchen in a huff.

“Steve!” Robin called after him but he didn’t even so much as slow his steps. She turned to Edie. “Where do you think he’s gone?”

Edie shrugged. “His bedroom probably. He had a migraine yesterday and this definitely didn’t help that.”

Robin deflated. “He didn’t tell me that...”

“What did he tell you?” Edie asked leaning on her intertwined fingers and batting her eyelashes.

Robin sighed. “Only that Eddie’s son recently joined your band and that he had come over to the house to pick him up.”

“So leaving out aaaalllll the salient bits,” she said with a secret smile.

Robin narrowed her eyes. “And just what do you know, Miss Thing?”

Edie pursed her lips and tapped them with her forefinger. “If Dad wanted you to know, you would. But let’s just say...” and she made sparkles with her fingers and mouthed the word ‘boom,’ like fireworks. “On both sides.”

Robin’s eyebrows went up. “Both?”

“Oh yeah,” Edie said. “You remember how Kyle looked when Dad and he started dating?”

Robin nodded.

“Mr Munson looked just. Like. That.” Edie jumped off the stool and patted Robin on the shoulder. “I don’t know their history, and maybe it’s better that I don’t. But if you fuck this up for Dad, I’ll tell him about the chocolate ice cream incident.”

Robin’s jaw dropped in shock. “You wouldn’t dare!”

Edie grinned. Steve had this favorite light blue sweater that was so soft and perfect for when he had migraines because it never interfered with his aversion to touch. Everyone liked stealing it because it was so comfy. About three years ago, Robin spilled chocolate ice cream on it while she was wearing it and the stain never came out. He mourned that sweater. And it was Edie who had caught heat for it.

“Let this...” Edie said, waving her hand around, ��whatever it is run its natural course. Don’t interfere and I won’t tell him. But if you try and fuck this up for them...Dad gets told.”

Robin glared at her. “Why is this so important to you anyway?”

“Because for the first time in years,” Edie said, glaring right back, “Dad woke up the day after a migraine being able to function. And I don’t care what was the cause, but it obviously had something to do with that man. And if Dad’s life improves by even the smallest...” she held up her finger and thumb close together, “tinsiest bit then I won’t let anyone fuck that up. No matter who they are.”

Edie stormed off to her room to sulk. She had never been so mad at Aunt Robin before, but she had upset Dad and that put her in Edith Harrington’s bad books as far she was concerned.

Robin buried her head into her hands and sighed. All right, so maybe she had overreacted a bit. But Eddie coming back into Steve’s life was a big deal. Like huge.

She pulled out her cell phone and pressed and held the number five.

“Robin!” Dustin said brightly. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”

She sighed heavily.

“If this is about Steve or Eddie,” Dustin bit out, “I will bill you for therapy.”

“So you have been in contact with the weasel!” Robin said triumphantly.

“You call Eddie that again and I’ll hang up.”

Robin thudded her head on the counter. “Why is everyone taking his side in this? He hurt Steve!”

“You know,” Dustin said. “I’ve never been able to figure that one out. How did Eddie hurt Steve?”

Robin threw her free hand in the air in frustration. “He left. Just as Steve was starting to find his footing with Eddie, he just up and left. Steve still won’t talk about what happened between the night before Corroded Coffin left for Cali but two weeks after that he’s thrown his lot back into with his parents. You know, the people that have done nothing but hurt Steve his whole life?”

“Holy shit,” Dustin said. “You don’t know.”

There was silence on the line for a couple of minutes before:

“Fuck.”

“What don’t I know, Dustin?” Robin begged. “Tell me please.”

“I can’t, Robbie,” he said quietly. “It’s not my story to tell. Look, I want to tell you. God. This makes so much twisted sense. Eddie didn’t hurt Steve. And Steve didn’t mean to hurt Eddie. It wasn’t intentional. But you know Eddie, he can hold grudge like no one else.”

Robin lifted her head from the counter. “Edie thinks that I should just butt out and let this thing play out on its own.”

Dustin hummed. “I’m with her on this one. But talk to Steve. Ask him the questions you have instead of assuming Eddie was in the wrong, okay?”

Robin sighed. “Yeah, of course. I’ve got some serious grovelling to do.”

“Yes you do,” Dustin agreed. “And I’m sending you my bill for this session of therapy.”

Robin laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll pay your damn bill.”

“Bye, Robbie,” he said and hung up.

She bang her head against the counter top again.

Fuck.

***

Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Epilogue

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Tim really didn’t like opening presents in front of people and before coming to the Waynes, it wasn’t like he had any practice. His birthday gifts had always been self-bought with his parents’ credit card and their family never celebrated the holidays as anything other than “gala season.” Mrs. Mac once bought him a Batman sticker book after a really bad flu one year, but that was unwrapped and placed on his pillow while he was throwing up in the guest bathroom.

The first wrapped present Tim ever got was from Dick on his first Christmas Eve after becoming Robin. He was changing in the locker room and planning on walking back to Drake Manor to slip into sweatpants and binge old episodes of Star Trek. Bruce had given him a rare “good job” that night and he was practically glowing. After his shower, he grabbed his bag from his locker when a small, wrapped box fell to the ground. Dick came bounding around the corner right as Tim read the label (to: Timbo, from: D) and Tim smiled awkwardly as Dick urged him to open it.

“Go ahead, you’re looking at it like it’s a bomb.” Dick bounced on his toes.

“I, uh, didn’t get anything for you,” Tim lied because he had actually bought something four months ago but was planning on hiding it in Dick’s car so he’d only find it once back in Bludhaven. Tim learned his lesson on not giving gifts to grownups where they’d feel obligated to say something polite—his parents told him many times that his hovering was rude.

Tim opened the box gingerly, folding the wrapping paper meticulously and setting it inside his locker. Inside, was a gift card to a skate shop and a small Dr. Who keychain. It was the most thoughtful gift Tim had ever received in his fifteen years and he, embarrassedly, could feel his throat get tight.

“I hope it’s the right store?” Dick’s voice startled him and he quickly cleared his throat.

“Thank—uh—thank you. It’s perfect. I need to go home now but yeah. Thanks.” He said lamely. Dick’s smile looked a little tight around the edges but it was still genuine. “You sure you don’t want to stay for dinner?” But Tim was already out the door with a “thanks for asking but I have plans” because he was capital-F freaking out. Social niceties had never translated to social suaveness for Tim, and he had no idea what to do with the awkward space between receiving and acknowledging a gift.

The next time Tim received a wrapped present was his sixteenth birthday, from Bruce, and it ended up being a mind-bending adventure in deception and lifelong trust issues, which, regardless of whatever his mentor’s intention, didn’t really endear him to the tradition of gift-giving. So much so that Kon, Bart, and Cassie wrote wrapped presents?? on their list of Rob’s Triggers saved to their team’s hard drive. The team always managed to gift each other experiences anyway. When they weren’t, you know, dead.

Tim was gone during the holidays for his Bruce-quest, and the only wrapped gift he received that time was from Ra’s—which, better left unsaid, really—and when he returned, he was seventeen, and completely, utterly done with surprises.

So when he found himself on the top of Wayne Enterprises Christmas night, he was reasonably suspicious of the large box wrapped in green and tied with a gold ribbon.

To: Timbo, From: D

He hadn’t talked with Dick for over a month, and watching his brother emerge from the shadows with his hands up did nothing to calm his anxiety.

“Still not a bomb.” Nightwing said softly.

Tim watched the Christmas lights twinkle across the city, steadfastly ignoring the man behind him.

“It’s been awhile, baby bird.” Tim wanted to scoff but it alarmingly sounded more like a sob.

He didn’t startle when Dick’s hand landed on his shoulder, nor when he was pulled into a strong, yet gentle hug.

“I missed you,” his brother murmured into his hair.

“Yeah.” Tim said, which was enough.

After a moment, they pulled away, and Dick walked over to the gift. “Let’s do it together?” Tim nodded and they unwrapped the box, folding up the paper and laying it neatly on the ground.

A beat passed. Tim stared. Dick stared back.

“It’s been awhile, kiddo. Let’s raise some hell, huh. First one downstairs pays for dinner.”

(And if Bruce Wayne woke up to news that his offices had been toilet papered and completely covered in gingerbread scented shaving cream, that was nobody’s business but the two vigilantes eating reconciliation pancakes at 10 AM the next day.)

#bruce wayne #batman #batfam #dick grayson #tim drake #christmas #drabble #fanfic

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen: Soul Of A Woman Was Created Below

“Luke,” Silena Beauregard said, interrupting Luke’s quiet day with Katherine as they sat alone on the beach together. “Chiron wants to see you.”

Luke and Katherine exchanged a silent look, knowing exactly what this could’ve been about.

“You started a fight. With Adam Peters,” the dark-haired centaur said humorlessly.

“Chiron,” Luke began readily, “Sir… He was saying some pretty deplorable things about Katherine.”

“Unfortunately, it doesn’t matter, Luke, that doesn’t give you the right to hit someone,” Chiron reminded him, not sounding unlike a teacher reprimanding a small child.

“The hell it doesn’t!” Mr. D. chimed in, lazily sitting in the corner. “If the kid talks shit—”

“Thank you, Mr. D, I’ll take it from here,” Chiron interrupted, not sure who he felt was more of a misbehaving child. “Luke. The fact remains, you are a Head Counselor, and your behavior not only reflects on yourself, but on your cabin mates, and us as well. I understand that your intentions were admirable, however, the fact still remains that you attacked another camper—”

“Then kick me out,” Luke blurted out.

“Excuse me?” Chiron questioned, as Dionysus suddenly became increasingly more invested in the discussion.

“Kick me out,” Luke repeated, fully prepared to face the consequences. “Banish me.”

“Luke,” Chiron began, trying to reason with him, “There’s no need to be rash, the situation isn’t quite that dire…”

“I’m serious,” he said again, as Mr. D. sat there watching them, entertained. “If you really can’t see why I did what I did, then maybe I shouldn’t be living here. I’ve been on my own before, I can do it again.”

“Luke,” Chiron said again, trying to reason with him, “There’s really no need to be dramatic—”

“Why not?!” Dionysus hollered, bored to death. “If the kid wants to leave, let him leave!”

“He can’t just go off on his own!” Chiron snapped impatiently.

“Why not? He’s done it before,” the god of wine pointed out stubbornly.

Luke just stood there, completely ignoring the both of them.

“Demigods are safer here at camp, and you know that,” Chiron chided him.

“He’s eighteen,” Mr. D. pointed out, gesturing to Luke as if he wasn’t listening. “He can do whatever he wants.”

In that moment, Luke felt a strange affinity for Dionysus, something he never thought would happen.

“Luke. You don’t seriously want to leave over this,” Chiron sighed, sounding stressed as he tried to diffuse the situation. “Seeing as… your intentions were honorable, and this was your first ever incident like this, I’m going to ask that you return to Cabin 11, take a step back from your counselor duties for a few days, and stay away from Adam Peters,” he said sternly.

Luke stared at him, trying to determine how he felt about the situation. It seemed his anger had dissipated, and he had no residual feelings about the situation.

“Okay,” he decided amicably.

“You may go,” the camp activities director dismissed him.

Without another word, Luke disappeared, heading back to the room he shared with Katherine. Naturally, his mind wandered back to the day before, to his ‘reward’ for getting into a fight with Adam. Although he and Katherine would often get into some pretty rough or generally intense sex, he’d never felt anything quite like what he’d felt that day.

He’d never felt such a raw, almost violent energy coming off of Katherine. Of course, she didn’t do anything unusual, or out of the ordinary for her, but it was just something in her eyes that felt deeper and darker than usual. Something in her was different, and he didn’t know what it was, or how exactly it had happened. All he knew was that she thought a little differently, and she acted a little differently.

He knew there was something. There was a difference between sleazy motel sex and being consumed by the evil in each other’s hearts. He knew he couldn’t think clearly because being around Katherine always clouded his judgment to some degree; he loved her, more than he’d ever loved anyone, which meant the she brought out the best and the worst in him.

Luke was certainly confronted with this disturbing reality when he and Katherine got into their third fight since arriving at Camp Half-Blood. Luke barely even remembered how this one started. All he knew was that Annie, one of the girls from the Ares cabin, had said something about him, which ended with Katherine slamming her face into one of the tables in the mess hall.

There was cheering going on, even from many of the other Ares kids themselves. They mostly had no concept of sibling loyalty when it came to fights; a winner was a winner. Luke watched, dumbfounded as Katherine forced Annie’s face down onto the table, even as she was already crying, which was really quite surprising considering Annie was one of the most violent girls Luke had ever seen at camp.

He just stood there, mesmerized and horrified all at once as he watched Katherine, initially indifferent towards her behavior. After all, Annie was a cruel and violent person who needed to be humbled. But he then realized Katherine took things a bit fat when she unsheathed her spear, holding one of the sharp edges to the girl’s throat.

Everyone went silent. No one was laughing or cheering anymore. Luke’s eyes widened as he realized she was actually starting to draw blood.

“You wanna repeat what you said about my boyfriend?” Katherine Montalvo questioned.

“No,” the girl sobbed, pleading with her.

For a split second, Katherine didn’t move her hand at all from the spear. Even Luke didn’t know for sure what she was going to do in that moment. She was unpredictable. But luckily, after a moment of brief consideration, Katherine pulled back the spear, releasing the girl as she cried and whimpered pathetically, walking away as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

Everyone was petrified with fear, and no one had anything to say. They all scurried away, just glad it wasn’t them in Annie’s place. Katherine stormed off before Luke could catch up to her. He looked around, trying to decide what to do, when Annabeth Chase passed him on the way to training.

“Your girlfriend’s a psychopath,” she muttered, before walking away.

Luke just sighed as he walked off to the beach after Katherine, who was already pretty far ahead of him. But of course, he was stopped by someone else.

“Hey. Luke,” Claire, a fifteen year-old girl from Cabin 11, said to him.

“Hey,” he responded, only half present in the conversation as he worried about Katherine.

Claire was unclaimed, but an obvious daughter of Hecate, the goddess of magic, and essentially all things mysterious. Luke still remembered the day she first arrived at camp. She was only eleven years old, and had used magic to stop a sword from hitting her during training.

“What happened to her?” Claire Britton demanded.

“What?” Luke asked, caught off guard by the question.

“You heard me; what happened to her?” she asked again.

“I don’t…” Luke paused, trying to think. “What do you mean?”

“Something’s off with her,” Claire spoke more clearly, looking off in the direction Katherine had gone off in. “It’s like she doesn’t have a soul.”

Luke studied her for a moment, not sure what to say, or even think.

“…What do you mean, it’s like she doesn’t have a soul?” he questioned.

The girl just sighed, not sure how to explain her thought process.

“Part of magic is… the soul. Every living thing has some form of one. When you use magic, and you’re able to control it, you learn how to sense it in other people. I meet a person, and I can sense their magic, and their soul,” Claire provided.

“Yeah, sure,” Luke nodded, following her explanation. “So… When you—When you look at Katherine, what do you sense?”

Claire tried to think, her blue eyes full of worry. “As far as a soul? Nothing. Or, almost nothing,” she told him.

His heart dropped as he knew that finally someone had confirmed what he didn’t know enough to fear.

“Everyone has a soul; you’re born with one. But when I look at her, it’s like something happened to hers. Like it got sucked out of her body,” she replied. “With her, I sensed it right alway. Like blood on a wound.”

“Have you ever seen this before?” he asked, trying to gather information.

“Honestly?” Claire asked, nervous to tell her Head Counselor. “No,” she shook her head.

Luke had no idea what to do with that answer. He had no idea whether her insight was reliable, or whether this really was all connected, but he knew he had to go and find Katherine.

“You have to do something about that. It seems awful… Like a gaping hole. It makes me feel hopeless,” the young girl confided in him. “I think you have to find a way to fix her.”

“I, uh… Thanks. For telling me,” Luke said awkwardly. “I’ll talk to you later,” he announced before running off.

He found Katherine sitting down at their established spot by the beach on the shore of Long Island Sound, looking off into the distance. She just sat there, sitting up straight, arms limp by her sides as she stared out at the water. Luke had never seen her look quite like this before, and it only made him wonder more if Katherine really was devoid of a soul after being revived by Kronos himself.

“Hey,” he said softly, sitting down beside her as he ignored every other thought in his head. “What’s going on?” he said softly.

She just looked at him for a moment, a defeated expression on her face. She just sighed, looking back out at the water.

“I’m angry,” she said, in a way that made him doubt the fact.

“You’re angry?” he asked softly.

She nodded. “Yeah. I’m so angry… It’s consuming me on the inside, and I don’t know why. I mean I literally don’t know why… It’s like I got mad, but I forgot why I got mad, and I didn’t wanna admit it, so I just stayed mad,” she said softly, her eyes burning as if she were about to cry.

“I’m sorry,” Luke said gently, trying to ease her pain somehow.

“I’m mad, but I don’t know why I’m mad,” she told him.

He listened intently, trying to listen for a way to make all of her problems magically disappear. But no such luck.

“I’m sad, but I can’t cry. I know I should be scared, but…” she just shook her head emptily. “I’m not. I don’t know what’s doing this to me,” she confessed.

Luke watched her, heartbroken as her face twisted into numerous uncomfortable, forced grimaced because she wanted so badly to cry, but couldn’t quite do it.

“I, uh…” he didn’t know what to say to her at all. “I think I know what might’ve done this,” he told her, watching as she looked at him in confusion.

“You do?” she asked, not understanding.

“I, uh… I think I did this to you,” he concluded. “* think I took all that away from you,” he said guiltily.

“Why?” Katherine asked, concerned for him.

“Because, when I begged Kronos to save you, I think it fucked things up,” he confessed, a fear in his eyes.

“What—What do you mean?” she asked him.

“I think… I think you were dead, for like a second,” Luke thought, trying to explain without upsetting her further, “And maybe somehow he brought you back without your soul, or part of it,” he spoke softly.

“I know,” she nodded, as Luke gave her a look of confusion.

“You know?” he asked. “What do you mean, you know?”

“It’s my soul, Luke, I can feel when it’s gone,” she said flatly. “Or at least part of it.”

“But you never said anything,” he reasoned, stunned by the revelation. “You could’ve told me if something didn’t feel right…”

“That’s the thing, Luke! It did feel right,” Katherine insisted, a look of discovery gracing her features. “For once, I felt different. Ever since that day, I haven’t thought about it much… But still, every morning, just in that second as I open my eyes I think about the fact that I killed my own father,” she admitted for the first time.

There was an involuntary expression of disgust on Luke’s face. He understood exactly what she was saying to him, and he felt kind of horrible about the fact that she still felt some sort of guilt for taking her father’s life even after everything that had happened to her.

“I think about it every morning, I thought about it every morning… Until Kronos brought me back,” she looked at him for a moment. “At first, I thought I’d finally found a way to put it out of my head altogether… Until I realized that something was missing.”

“What… ‘Brought you back’?” Luke echoed. “You mean, you went to…?”

“The Underworld,” Katherine nodded, remembering every detail. “Yeah. I was only there for a split second, but… Yeah. I went there. And I saw what was in store for me.”

“What was it?” he asked her, afraid of the answer.

“What do you think?” she asked quietly.

There was a darkness that sat in the center of her eyes, an abyss of nothingness in her pupils.

“The Fields of Punishment?” he presumed.

The Fields of Punishment were the deepest, darkest place in the Underworld where mortals and demigods could go. It was the Greek hell. Anyone who ended up in the Fields of Punishment was tortured for eternity in accordance with all of the sins they’d committed in their human life. It was a place of misery and evil.

“Yeah,” she nodded. “I didn’t wanna tell you, because what’s the point? I didn’t go there at all, but… I knew that’s where I was headed. I was about to be judged. I knew how it would end.”

“But, that doesn’t have to be the end,” Luke reasoned, “Surely we can both change things—”

“No, Luke,” Katherine shook her head. “We can’t. Not unless Kronos takes control, because the things we’ve done so far, that are the reason we’re going down… That’s only the beginning. You and me, we’ve already racked up an eternity worth of screaming torture, and we haven’t even found a way to bring Kronos back yet.”

Although they were grim, he knew there was truth to her words. They’d only just begun on their journey together, and already plenty were dead.

“So, that’s it, then?” he concluded. “You and me, we’re going to hell together, and there’s no way any of that will change?”

“Unless you wanna turn back now and dedicate maybe eighty years to helping the homeless with cancer to redeem ourselves, no,” she pointed out. “I’m afraid this is it, my friend.”

“But, we could at least try and get your soul back,” Luke offered. “I mean, I’m sure if we head down to the Underworld, we could find it again…!”

He tried to seem optimistic, but she just shook her head.

“Haven’t you been listening?” she questioned. “I don’t want it. I don’t want to have a soul,” she smiled.

Luke tried to come up with a response, something hopeful to try and convince her, but he realized he had nothing.

“It hurts when I try to feel more than what’s on the surface, when I try to find real humanity inside of me… But when I just kind of surrender to that current, when I just let Jesus take the wheel…” she let out a cold laughter that was strangely chilling to the skin. “It’s like I can finally breathe. When I bleed, it doesn’t hurt. When I run, I don’t get tired. When I love, I don’t feel sad…?” she tried to search for a conclusion that wasn’t there.

“You hurt people, and it doesn’t hurt, either,” he nodded.

Katherine just cocked her head to look at him closer, regretful of the sadness he felt for her. “Luke, not having a soul is the best thing ever… It’s like flying. You go, and you just don’t stop.”

Luke had nightmares that night. Katherine had of course fallen asleep easy and slept like a baby, but even into the ‘wee hours’ of the night, Luke couldn’t find surrender. It must’ve been at least 4 a.m. before he managed to drift off to sleep. But even once his eyes closed for good, what he saw behind them kept him up in every way possible. It was horrifying.

“I don’t want to have a soul,” Katherine Montalvo smiled, her beautiful face haunting his nightmare.

“What happened to her?” Claire Britton demanded.

Gunfire erupted in Luke’s ears even as he slept, remembering the way he and Katherine had executed what looked like half of an entire precinct just because they were in the middle of a quarrel.

“What the fuck do you want me to do about it?!” Katherine screamed at him.

“You?! You’re the reason we’re in this whole mess to begin with!”

The memories were all too much for him. That night, in his sleep, he saw all of it. The good, the bad, the ugly. All of it was too much.

“I love you,” he heard her say to him as he echoed.

“I love you.”

The things he saw affected him more and more.

“No, you’re gonna be okay!” Luke sobbed. “You’re gonna be fine, you’re gonna live!”

He fidgeted aggressively in his sleep as he unconsciously tried to run away from the image of Katherine’s lifeless body in his arms.

“Someone… Give me Katherine back! I beg of you! I’ll do anything! Anything at all, I’ll offer you my soul, I’ll offer you eternity! I don’t care what it is, just bring her back to me! Please!”

Luke worked up a sweat as he tried to stop the visions plaguing his sleep.

“The Fates have their plan for you,” Hermes’s words scarred him. “And between us, I think they’re angry with you.”

“One soul has already been claimed.

One will be sacrificed to pain,

The other to an eternal reign.

Time will betray you,

And blood will ensue.”

Luke thrashed about in the bed, unable to escape the visions. He searched around for Katherine, desperate to find the warmth of her touch, but she was nowhere to be found in the recesses of his mind.

“Build me an army,” a burning cold voice nearly burst his eardrums. “Bring me more followers… Each soul is a fragment in my sarcophagus… Do not fail this time. Her soul lies lost in the Underworld, so that there would be no distractions.”

Luke wailed like a crying baby in his sleep, forcibly sent back in time to his failed quest in the Garden of Hesperides. He remembered his father’s request of the Golden Apple, and he remembered the dragon, Ladon. He painfully remembered as he tried to slash at the creature with his sword, and he remembered the way its claw had burned him, clawing from the bottom of his right eye nearly all the way down to his chin.

“Aghhh!”

Luke Castellan screamed out loud as he woke up, safe in Katherine’s arms as she’d been trying to wake him for who knows how long. He thrashed about, instinctively trying to escape from danger as she gently held him close to her, holding his arms down.

“Shhhhh, shhhh, it’s okay,” Katherine breathed in fear, trying to soothe him as he woke up in tears. “You’re okay. You’re safe… You’re right here, with me.”

“No, no!” Luke screamed, reaching out and touching his face as he felt the tissue of his scar burn.

He remembered the feeling of being at the dragon’s mercy, something that happened every so often due to his nightmares, and when it did happen, he couldn’t escape it no matter what he did.

“Hey,” Katherine whispered, desperately holding him in her arms as he cried uncontrollably, “Hey, I’m right here. Just take a deep breath for me, okay?” she pleaded with him.

Luke choked on his own breath as he tried to speak up, urgently trying to relay to her the message Kronos had left him with.

“Ka-Katherine,” he sobbed, looking up at her with urgency, “He said—”

“I know,” she nodded, understanding what had probably happened, “But I need you to breathe, okay? Just breathe.”

Luke struggled to return his breathing pattern back to normal. His breathing was shaky, harsh, and painful as he tried to take deep breaths like he knew he was supposed to, which seemed to only result in aggressive hyperventilating. Luke cried helplessly as he tried to breathe normally, his physical state of panic only growing worse.

“Baby, baby, it’s okay,” Katherine promised him, rubbing soothing circles on his back as he broke down in tears. “Shhhhhh…”

The way she comforted him only made him worse. The last time someone had rubbed his back trying to soothe his crying was probably when he was about seven years old, when his mother tried to calm him down after waking up from a nightmare.

Luke choked on his long, miserable sobs as Katherine tried to comfort him, listening to his incoherent screams.

“It hurts!” he told her in tears, “It hurts…!”

“I know,” she cooed. “I know.”

She continuously rubbed gentle circles all over his back as he cried, his entire body curled up in a protective ball as he shivered in her lap.

“He wants an army,” Luke choked out, trying to collect himself before he was ready, “Allegiance to him. That’s how pieces of him appear. He needs an army to be whole again—”

“I know,” Katherine assured him, understanding completely.

Chapter Fifteen

#luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo series #pjo fandom #pjo hoo toa #jake abel #pjo luke #rick riordan #riordanverse #riordan universe #adam milligan

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taylorkellyreporting · 8 months

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i hope no one minds if i liveblog this bitch: hsmtmts 2x01-2x12

gina saying ‘i’m gonna make my mark’ while walking through nini and ricky, causing them to break their handhold…yeah.

poor gina, she likes ricky so much

that was harsh, ricky didn’t deserve that.

oh my God, nini’s ‘team kourt’ pullover is so cute

blondie has a great voice but she’s a shit person, i have to say

kourt, ash and gina did so good but i kinda wish ashs voice wasn’t at the forefront

i officially hate blondie, how dare her laugh at big red falling???

ashlyn as belle my beloved <3

I KNEW SHE WAS A SPY

the hearts on nini’s face, aw

lmfaoooo he’s in denver

‘…i’m taking it in stride’ ‘you’re dressed in all black’ pls

big red saying valentine’s day is centered around the color red so he should have it on lock and pointing to his hair was hilarious i love him

ricky definitely has some buried feelings for gina cause there’s no other reason why their scenes are now slightly awkward in that cute way it is when characters have mutual feelings for each other and don’t know how to act esp when one half is in a relationship 🤭

‘there are just some things i tell you that i don’t tell anybody else’ ‘i think we do that for each other’ who else is doing it like them? definitely not rini lmao

not ricky shushing gina cause nini’s calling??? now why would he do that if he didn’t feel slightly guilty for hanging out with her? emotionally cheating ricky we love you🫂

big red and ashlyn are so adorable together

GOD RICKY AND THE CHOCOLATES, I CANT BREATHE

the way ricky immediately sent that text to gina, he’s so fucking obvious 😭

‘love you, mom!’ seb is so cute

kourt as lead when??

ricky’s fucking face when he sees nini’s voicemail and gina’s text 😭

reds song was saurrr cute

ricky’s down so bad, gina didn’t even say anything funny and he immediately lost it

‘what, do i need to send you a random box of chocolates to prove it? 😏’ gina is literally the only one so far who brings out ricky’s flirty side

‘i go big, gina. you know that.’ GOD

kinda wanna throw hands with mr mazzara for being there for ej but not willing to be there for ricky earlier

need someone to notice something’s wrong with gina and hug her

is gina leaving again? kinda getting that vibe

gina’s performance was AMAZING

WOW i think that’s genuinely the best cover of ‘the climb’ i’ve ever heard

‘i’ve never been accused of being speechless’ 🫂

oh wow, they stole their beauty and the beast idea

‘i’m ready to come home’

‘what would you ask your future self?’ ‘trick question, gaston’s dead!’ he’s not wrong 😭

ricky’s allergic to change and it’s definitely his parents fault

‘i wouldn’t quit on us, if i wasn’t moving away’

‘nini’s back and…he’s so happy now’ SHE DESERVES TO BE HAPPY, TOO!!!!

espionage 😭😭

gina finally got a hug 🥹

ricky saying he’d ask if the beast and belle were still together in the future + nini writing that song…yeah, they were built to fall apart

‘oh my God, is your phone hungry?!’ lmfaoooo

‘do you really think they’d steal from us?’ ‘i would :D’ pls?? gina’s so funny 😭

‘if you leave me unsupervised with their costumes i cannot promise i won’t go all gina 1.0 in there’ lmfao i love her

the way i gasped in sync with everyone else when that kid called the costume fugly 😭

ricky and nini is the worst relationship on the show

OH MY GOD???

okay, i did NOT see howie being the beast coming

‘miss jen, we didn’t break anything’ ‘would you like me to be the first?’ miss jen said her hands are rated E for everyone

‘keep our heads down and our chins up’ ‘i don’t think that’s physically possible’ ‘it’s an expression, sebastian!’ she’s so done with him 😭

rini needs to end, they aren’t good together at all

i already hate ej’s dad, he sounds so full of himself and he’s only said a few words lmao

kourt’s mom is the best parent on the show i fear

damn, all the relationships are imploding this ep

i would’ve preferred gina and ej just being friends tbh

i feel bad for nini and ricky of course, but their relationship was not it

okayyyy an andi mack reunion!! i’m here for it!

i love the song and video they made, i just wish ricky was there, too

gina is so damn shippable cause why am i here thinking her and jack would be cute together

ricky’s song is so good

ej showing up at the airport…ricky should’ve ran into gina there on his way home and they should’ve taken an uber together or something

‘i think i may have played troy at one point’ pls 😭

lily’s incredibly annoying

seblos 🥹

oh fuck, ricky fell 😭

the musical is really good

A BIG BROTHER FIGURE, I’M CRYING

lily stole the harness, didn’t she?

well.

‘i’ve always seen your name in lights’ oh my God, they’re so cute!!!

why can’t gina ever just be happy?!?

Gina and nini’s friendship (i use that word loosely lmao) is cute

nini being more upset about her and gina than ricky and gina…she doesn’t give a fuck about him dkgjfjs

oh wow, gina’s definitely gonna introduce nini to her brother

‘are you happy?’ miss jen is already better than both of ricky’s parents just by asking that simple question

i’m so glad they dropped out

oh brother

the cast performing you are the music in me 🫶🏻🥹

aww, olivia crying 🥺

that’s a wrap on s2 and if you made it to the end of this lb, pat yourself on the back lmfao

#hsmtmts lb #long post #hsmtmts #anti rini #anti portwell #ricky bowen #gina porter #nini salazar roberts #kourtney greene #ej caswell #ashlyn caswell #big red hsmtmts #carlos rodriguez #rina #seblos #ricky x gina #gina x ricky

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thenasoneshots · 9 months

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Love is Unconditional - Trans! Apollo x Reader

Requested?: No

Prompt: None/a fanart i found on Pinterest (https://www.pinterest.co.uk/pin/758575131012464441/)

Timing: Between Dual Destinies and Spirit of Justice

Type of oneshot: Fluff

Reader's Age:  24

Reader's Occupation: Defence Attorney

Reader's Relations: Apollo’s girlfriend

Warnings: Talk of Trans things, small mention of sexual content, but it’s like one line, so I don’t think it counts as a lime.

Other notes: DO NOT WRITE ANYTHING HOMOPHOBIC IN THE COMMENTS. IF YOU DON’T LIKE, DON’T FUCKING READ. This was an idea that stemmed from a Pinterest post I found. I did not come up with this idea the idea of Trans! Apollo i mean, the oneshot idea is mine. Also, the reader is bisexual in this.

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Walking back from the courthouse to the small flat I shared with Apollo was a pleasant journey. It was a lovely day, which brightened my mood, and I’d just managed to get a ‘Not Guilty’ verdict. Due to it already being past 4 o’clock when the trial ended, Mr Wright said I could just go home, rather than return to the agency, although I did have to drop past anyway to pick up a couple of things for Apollo as he’d been given the day off due to just having finished a stressful case.

As I took my shoes off, the flat was almost silent, something that was out of the ordinary as usual, Apollo would have been rushing around doing random things, wanting to clean the flat til it was spotless. Instead, I found all the shoes, some of which included his slippers, my slippers, his work shoes, and both our trainers, lying all around the floor. That’s when I heard soft crying, which confused me, Apollo wasn’t one to cry. I followed the sound to the bedroom to see him curled up on our bed, crying, trying to be quiet.

“Polly? What happened?” I asked, closing the door behind me, despite knowing that there was no one else there.

He looked up at me and I saw just how tear-stained his cheeks were, which broke my heart. I walked over and sat down next to where his head was, pulling it onto my lap and stroking his hair, “Polly, tell me what’s wrong.”

I felt his body wrack with another sob and he shook his head, “No, you’re going to hate me.”

“Apollo, I could never hate you. I’m your girlfriend, I love you so much.”

He froze up at that reply, confusing me, “D-do you still love me? Is it that you want to break up with me and you just don’t know how to tell me?”

“No! (Y/n), I love you so much. I-It’s just I’ve realised I’m not comfortable with myself.”

“Whatever do you mean, Polly? You’re not overweight or anything like that, what are you talking about? You’re my perfect little boyfriend.”

“That’s the thing, (Y/n),” he responded, sitting up and facing me, “I don’t want to be your boyfriend anymore.”

That was a stab in my heart, “So you do want to break up?” I asked, feeling tears running down my face, “You just told me you didn’t and that you loved me, Apollo.” Again, he froze up at my statement.

“I don’t mean it like that, (Y/n)... I mean… I don’t know how to say this…I guess the easiest way would just be to say; I’dlikeyoutorefertomeas’Polly’fromnowoneanduse’she/her’pronouns!”

I blinked a few times before smiling, “Of course, I can do that, Polly. You are the best girlfriend ever.” Polly smiled in response and hugged me, “No, you are, (Y/n). I love you.”

“I do think what you mean though, Polly, is, are you Trans? Like you feel like you don’t want to be a boy any more?”

She nodded and snuggled into me, “Y-yeah, that’s a good way of putting it.”

I just pulled her closer and squeezed, “I will help you through this. If you want to go through with any surgery, I will support you through the whole thing, Polly. I love you.”

“Y-you don’t care? Aren’t you straight though?”

I giggled and leaned over, kissing her, “Polly. I love you. What your choose to identify as, girl, boy, vampire, unicorn, I don’t care. I will always love you, even if it means I’m bisexual now. I don’t care about what gender you identify as, I love you for you, and you having the courage to tell me all this, shows me you trust me, and it makes me fall in love with you even more. I will be here for you throughout the whole process. D-do you want to go through with the surgery?” Polly nodded hesitantly and I smiled, “Okay. That’s fine with me, Polly. Now, let me enjoy this dick of yours while you still have it.”

Her face turned bright red and I giggled, kissing her before moving down and unbuckling her belt…

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The next day I woke up earlier than Polly, writing her a note to say I’d gone to work early, wanting to complete some paperwork, although, my real reasoning was to see if anyone had arrived to let them know in advance of Apollo’s change in name and pronouns as she’d given me permission to let Mr Wright, Trucy and Athena know if they asked, or wanted to know. When I arrived at the Agency, Athena was already there, sitting on the sofa, her face dug into, what I guessed was a case file.

“Hey, Athena.”

She looked up and smiled, “Morning, (Y/n)! Where’s Apollo?”

I took a deep breath, “Athena, please can you make sure to refer to Apollo as ‘Polly’ from now on? And if you’re not using names, then use she/her pronouns?”

“Why?”

“Please, just do it for me? I’ll tell you why at a later point, I’m asking you because you want to make Polly feel comfortable right?” Athena nodded and I continued, “Well, it would be really nice if you could do that. It would make her really happy to know that you’re okay with it. Please don’t tell Mr Wright this because I know what’s going to happen when he finds out, but Polly wants to go through with the surgery to turn her into a girl, or well, as much as they can. I can already tell it’s going to be expensive, and I already know how much Mr Wright is going to want to help, but he’s got Trucy to look after and the agency bills to pay, so I’d rather not have him know about the surgery bit until it’s done and all paid for, can your promise that?”

Athena nodded, “Yes ma’am!”

“Thank you, it’ll make Polly really happy if you can do that for her, and if you can, whichever of us sees Mr Wright and/or Trucy first, just to let them know about the first bit of what I told you.”

“Okay!”

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“Polly, calm down. It’s okay.”

“It’s just that, after I do this, the word is going to get out during the next trial I’m in and then I’m scared that it’s going to impact the agency’s business..”

“Why would it do that? It’s your personal choice, Polly. No one else should care what gender you identify as or what your name is. After this, if you do, and it’s a very big if, you get any hateful things said to you, then you come and tell me, and I’ll go make them regret it, okay?” Polly smiled and hugged me, just as her name was called up… We both stood up and followed the young woman into the small room, as she closed the door.

“So, you want to change your gender, correct?”

Polly nodded, “Yes.”

“Very well. If you’ll excuse me for a few minutes, I’ll go and get the forms.”

She stood up and left the room, leaving me and Polly alone. I grasped her hand and pecked her forehead, “It’ll be fine, Polly.” The woman came back in a few minutes later, holding a few sheets of part in her hands, “So, what I need from you is a few signatures, where the ‘x’s are, then you’ll be good to go. Once the surgery is completed, we’ll take a picture and send you new copies of any legal documents that have your name and/or picture on.” Polly smiled and took the papers from her, taking a pen from her pocket and signing when the woman had marked.

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A few days later, I was sitting on one of the sofas in the agency, the one without Trucy’s magic things on, with Polly’s head on my shoulder, her asleep, the two of us taking a few hours to relax after the case we’d finished, me being Polly’s co-counsel for the trial, her being a bit stressed during the trial as the judge kept asking if ‘Mr Justice’s twin sister was supposed to be leading the case’, as the original file that stated the defence, prosecution, victim, defendant and so on, had been updated to fit with Polly’s change of pronouns, causing her a great deal of embarrassment, thankfully I’d been there and, to put a long story short, I told the judge to mind his own business.

It was at the point when I’d been having a conversation with Trucy about her upcoming show, that there was a knock on the door. Mr Wright stood up and opened it, “Edgeworth? What are you doing here?”

“I came because I heard about Justice’s realisation, Wright.”

This woke Polly up and she lifted her head from my shoulder, “What do you mean, Mr Edgeworth?”

“I mean, I was informed that you wish to undergo some surgery to change your body. I came to offer my help in paying for it.” Polly’s eyes widened and she was speechless for a few moments, before regaining her speech, “Mr Edgeworth, are you sure? It’s really expensive and you really don’t have to.”

“I’m sure. It may not look like it, but I am a supporter of the LGBT+ community, and I understand that you don’t get many cases so, it’s my understanding that it would take you a long time to get enough money to pay for it.”

I saw the smile on Polly’s face increase, “If you really want to help, then, at least let me pay for some of it. I would feel bad that you’re paying for something that doesn’t concern you.”

“Very well. If you would allow me to pay for half of it if you wish.”

“Thank you,” Polly replied. I smiled too and placed a hand on her shoulder, “See, I told you that you had friends to support you, Polly.”

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I think I’m going to end this here before I get carried away….

#ace attorney x reader #apollo justice #apollo x reader #x reader #transgender

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The response is mumbled, and sounds lackluster even to him, but his mind’s elsewhere—preoccupied with his forage of the glove compartment for one of the gas station snacks Mr. Stark keeps hidden in there. He’d skipped breakfast again, and the trayful of cafeteria mush four hours earlier hadn’t even put a pinhead-sized dent in his appetite. His entire afternoon was spent flush-faced, trying to ignore the looks people kept shooting him when his stomach wouldn’t stop loudly growling.

“Gremlin,” he says, pressing his palm against Peter’s temple and gently shoving him away. He eyes Peter for another moment, seeming to consider something, before apparently making up his mind and turning back to the road. “You know what I could really go for right now?” he asks, pulling away from the curb. “Something hot and greasy. I’m thinking we swing by that grubby hole-in-the-wall diner you like on our way back to camp, what say you, kid?”

It doesn’t take much to convince him.

…

As he always does when they come here together, Mr. Stark slides the restaurant owner five crisp hundred dollar bills to flip around the WE’RE OPEN! sign hanging in the window and lock the door for an hour. But the twisting in Peter’s gut at the sight (a sharper, tighter kind of twisting than simple hunger pangs), is new. He swallows heavily as Mr. Stark flicks his wallet closed and tucks it back into his pocket without a second thought.

How many days’ worth of rent, Peter wonders, would five hundred bucks cover? He tries to run the calculations, but his brain feels as slow now as it did when Mrs. Warren called him out in physics, and he gives up when Mr. Stark begins steering him towards their usual booth in the far back corner.

Peter’s façade of normalcy is flimsier than he thought, because unlike the usual grilling he gets every Friday afternoon wherein he’s forced to relay every detail of his week, Mr. Stark seems to sense he’s not much up for conversation. Instead, the man fills the silence himself, keeping up a steady stream of monologues about nanotech and business and the pushover whose name he can’t remember down at R&D that he wants to fire but Miss Potts won’t let him. They only have to wait a few minutes tops before the waitress—a flustered twenty-something who Peter’s pretty sure is new; she can’t stop gaping at Mr. Stark, and her hands are shaking a little when she refills their drinks—brings their orders.

Despite Mr. Stark’s claim to want something hot and greasy, the only thing he gets for himself besides black coffee is a disgustingly healthy-looking salad—either of which would be gross enough on their own but are particularly revolting in combination.

Peter’s side of the table meanwhile is crammed with artery-clogging plates, and he doesn’t waste time clearing it.

Three burgers, two milkshakes, and a very large basket of fries later, all thoughts of money have dissipated.

In the booth bench across from him, the man raises a brow at Peter’s empty plate, his own having been whisked away by their waitress a good twenty minutes ago. Without even a hint of jest or judgement in his voice, he asks, “You still hungry? We can order more if that wasn’t enough to tide you over until dinner.”

And Peter, to his vague sense of shame, finds that he is still a little hungry. For a fleeting second, he considers taking Mr. Stark up on his offer. If it were only the two of them, he probably would have. The idea though of the waitress or cook bearing witness to Peter’s insatiable appetite makes the back of his neck heat with preemptive embarrassment. His insatiable appetite in and of itself makes him feel oddly guilty. Who’s Peter to take this much food, when other people are out there starving to death on a daily basis?

(Nobody, his thoughts answer of their own accord. Peter’s nobody.)

So he shakes his head, ignoring the dubious look the man gives him in response, and stacks the fries basket and glasses and crumpled napkins and ketchup cups all on his plate to try and make cleanup easier for the waitress. “Thank you for the food and everything, Mr. Stark.”

Mr. Stark hums. Pauses. Then, “You know you can tell me when you need a snack break, right?”

“Yeah, I know.”

“We’ve always got time for that, bud.”

#my writing #reject pile #irondad drabbles

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bluestripedspeedo · 2 years

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Indiscreet – 02. Suntory Time Pairing: Writer/Producer!Javi Gutierrez x you (Hollywood AU) SERIES MASTERLIST

Chapter summary: Javi and you live out one of your favorite movies and talk about your past. Chapter warning: So many filthy thoughts. 18+ only, please! There’s a 20-year age gap. You're a full adult in your mid-20s and you just met Javi last week. Plus some more single appearance OCs featured here + Dieter introduction. Word count: 6,6k

Playlist Alone in Kyoto - AIR Misty - Johnny Mathis Chances Are What Are You Doing New Year's Eve? - Ella Fitzgerald You're the Top Mia and Sebastian's Theme - Justin Hurwitz Manny and Nellie's Theme I Fall in Love Too Easily - Chet Baker I'm Thru with Love - Nat King Cole You Do Something to Me - Conal Fowkes

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DECEMBER

“Right this way, Mr. Morales, Mr. Gutierrez.”

You whip your head at the direction of the maître d’s voice, who’s walking towards you with Óscar and Javi right behind him. You arrived in Tokyo yesterday (it’s not like you had anything to do back home anyway) and spent the day revisiting your old favorite places. Luckily, Óscar’s costar that you were introduced to at Mira’s party was already here early too for some variety show appearances. You're currently nursing your drink alone at the bar after a full day out with her when Javi and Óscar make their entrance. Javi grins widely when he spots you and Óscar tells you to join their table. You almost say yes… but as much as you’d love to catch up, you honestly would rather pass out after three glasses of whiskey and excuse yourself to go back to your room instead. A couple of hours later, Javi calls you and coaxes you into being his tour guide for the time you’re here. By midnight, you already have the entire week planned.

Promptly at 9 the next morning he already waits for you at the lobby and dismisses his private chauffeured car after you scoffed at him for being “too celebrity”. “They have the best train system in the world here, what, is this your first time?” You know it probably isn’t, but you can’t help yourself from taking a dig at him.

“I just thought the car would get us there faster,” he says. “So we wouldn’t waste too much time walking.”

✧

“How do you not love walking here?” You say dramatically, making a show of inhaling the cold fresh air of the Imperial Gardens. Javi has to admit that he was let down at first when you suggested a crowded public park to start the day. It’s not that he didn’t think he’d feel safe without a driver or the place wasn’t beautiful, but he’d expected you to take him for a breakfast “date”... now he’s walking with a completely empty stomach and trying to hide his mild shivers. Maybe he should’ve suggested it himself earlier.

“Hmm, I never said that.” Javi replies.

“Right, right… if we’d taken your car though, I wouldn’t have seen that cute dog.” The park is a 15 minute walk from the hotel but it’s taken you more than 30 because you saw a very fluffy chow chow that you insisted on petting and taking pictures with.

“And if we had taken the car, you wouldn’t have tripped over… your left foot?” Javi teases. You were choosing filters to post a picture with said dog that you didn’t pay attention to where you were going. Javi grabbed your waist before you could even stumble, a contact that you were very much aware of.

“Okay, I’ll give you that.”

“And, it’s cold as fuck,” he says, letting go of your arm that’s linked to his to fix his scarf.

“I think you’re just old. Probably arthritis.”

“Argh, not again.”

“You are! Are your joints cracking yet? Do we need to–” You stop mid-sentence as you lose your footing again… and once again, Javi catches you by the arms just in time and holds you close to him.

“Don’t. laugh.” you say, suppressing your own.

Both of you burst into giggles. You look into his eyes, loving the sound of his laugh and the crinkles forming around his eyes. They make them look even kinder, you think. Before you could drown in them, Javi links his arm back to yours and the two of you continue walking through the park, falling into step together along the way. He’s right, though. It’s cold and it’s getting even more so. It doesn’t help that you’re functioning on a cup of tea that you only drank half of. You let out a full body shiver and you hope he won’t notice, but of course he does.

“You’re freezing, do you want my gloves?”

You’d forgotten to pack yours despite already laying out three pairs on the floor while you were packing, and you haven’t bothered buying new ones here. Innocently you thought burying your hands in your pocket or the crook of Javi’s arm would be enough.

“Thanks, but I’ll live.” You instinctively rub your hands together and stretch your fingers around for circulation. You’re almost at the other end of the park now, close enough to go into any building and warm yourself up. Javi stops walking and suddenly envelopes both your hands in his and massages them.

“Better?”

You smile. “Yes.”

“Why don’t we grab some food? That ramen place you told me about?”

“Oh, yes, please.” You sigh with relief.

“One second.” He says with a wink and calls the chauffeur to get to where you were.

While waiting on the side of the road to be picked up, he puts his hand that is holding yours into his coat pocket, hoping that would get you warmed up faster. You try not to think about how big it is compared to yours or how tender he is at stroking your hands with his thumb.

✧

“Here you go. Thanks.” You hand his gloves back to him before digging into your pocket to get your keycard. Even with the car’s heater, you still couldn’t get warmed up enough, so you’d given in to his insistence on them.

“Keep them,” he says, handing the gloves back to you. “You’ll need it tomorrow.”

“What about you?”

“I have a few more.”

The door clicks open and you walk into the room, putting the gloves and the card on the nearest table. Javi is still leaning on the doorway.

“I’d ask if you’d like a nightcap but then I might not be able to wake up early tomorrow.”

You’re going to take him to the Meiji Shrine first thing in the morning and it’s you who insists that you’d have to be on the way before sunrise to avoid the crowd. It’s important to you that he sees the entire place as serene as you did in your first time.

He shrugs. “We could go bar hopping tomorrow night. Know any place?”

“Of course. We could have something better than these little bottles anyway.”

He chuckles. “As the designated guide though, you can’t get too drunk. Can’t risk me getting lost trying to get us home.”

You both had agreed to go everywhere on foot and public transportation starting tomorrow so he could have a full tourist experience blending into the crowd. Something that his father never let him do when he went as a child for security reasons. He only hopes his back would make it by the end of the day.

You smile sheepishly. “If we get too carried away though, we could spend the night at one of those pod hotels…” Your eyes grow wide when you realize what you said could imply. “God, that sounded wrong, sorry.”

“It’s better here, anyway,” he chuckles. “And your room has a better view than mine.”

Javi already knew from Óscar that you’re accustomed to a cushy lifestyle since before you were even born, and he loves that you understand and can keep up with his lifestyle. It’s one less thing to worry about. You’re like a breath of fresh air for him... because even the highest paid movie stars always expected him to pick up the bill. Javi is far from stingy, but undoubtedly sometimes he feels like they’re only using him for his money and privilege when he genuinely only wants their company. They would always choose the most luxurious places to be at, all on his dime. But not you.

Once he heard where you’re staying, he changed his accommodations and Óscar did too, even though Javi initially wanted to use that as an opportunity to maybe… sneak around with you without being directly under Óscar’s nose. But this would have to do for now, and the understated luxury is more his thing than the hotel the studio initially booked for Óscar and co.

“I’ll see you in the morning, then.”

“Good night.” Javi looks t you one last time before closing the door for you and goes to his room to overthink his strategy. You’ve gotten rusty, old man.

He should’ve said yes to a nightcap. Should’ve said it wouldn’t matter if they woke up late tomorrow, the shrine is less interesting than you are. They could always go later in the day, he wouldn’t mind in the slightest. Truthfully he doesn’t really care about where you’re going as long as it’s with you. He should’ve said yes, and then maybe he could’ve spent the night with you. Come on, that’s hoping too much, he tells himself.

It’s not just tonight; he’s been thinking about it every day since he first met you. He couldn’t. He shouldn’t. Not that it stops him from falling asleep thinking about how your hands fit perfectly in his, how you brushed the foam from coffee off his mustache or straightened his scarf, how you sought his warmth whenever you felt slightly cold, how you didn’t hesitate to curl up to his side and sighed when he put your hands in his pocket…

…just like you can’t stop thinking about the way he held your hand every time you crossed the busy intersections today. Not the way you held on to him as he caught you when you were too busy laughing you didn’t notice the train had started moving. Not the way he just drapes his arm over your chair as you watch the jazz band perform. Certainly not the way he whispers in your ear and brushes his nose against your temple. What he says is innocent - and he’s only trying to be heard over the music - but it sends shivers down your spine.

This can’t just be the alcohol. The two of you had been drunker, much more drunker, back in New York but he was never this touchy. That had been purely innocent. This is different. Before you could overthink it and how you should react to him, a tall blonde man and his equally tall and blonde girlfriend walk over to the corner where you and Javi are sitting.

“Didn’t know you’re in town!” The man’s familiar voice greets you. He turns his head to your side to get a good look at Javi, who is now leaning back on the sofa and watching the man intently. “Who– wait, I know you from somewhere…”

“James, this is Javi.”

“Gutierrez, right?” He says to Javi who nods and gives you a teasing glance that says, See, he knows me.

“And Tess,” you say, nodding to the woman. She looks familiar, but Javi can’t pinpoint it. “How’ve you been?”

“Good, good. I miss playing in London. I love it here, but…” he shrugs. “I’m just looking forward to coming home.”

“Well, I’m jealous that you get to live here.”

“Yeah, and winning matches is nice. What about you? Where do you live these days anyway?”

“New York. But I’m gonna be in London starting next month, we’re filming together.” You tell James, glancing over at Javi.

“Oh, finally, about time!” Tess exclaims. “What did I use to tell you? You’re meant to be seen.”

“Well, it’s not really my thing, but…” you glance at Javi. “Anyway, it’s only because it’s my parents’ friend’s project.”

“Come on! You’re doing great, looking great…” she winks at you. “If only he could see you now, right?”

You let out a suppressed, uncomfortable laugh. “Uh, I… yeah.” You take a big gulp of your drink, a glass of whiskey that tastes even more sour and bitter on your tongue than it should be.

“James saw him last week, didn’t you, babe? He–”

“Tess.” James says softly but sternly to his girlfriend who then mumbles an apology.

“No, it’s fine,” you wave your hand in front of you, an attempt to distract you from the taste in your mouth and dismiss their concern. “It’s just… a lot of things have happened since, and… I’m doing great now. Really great.”

“That’s good to hear,” James says sincerely. “It’s nice meeting you,” he says to Javi before turning back to you. “And seeing you again. Don’t be a stranger. Whatever you need and whenever, we’re here. Just know that. I don’t care that– just know I’m on your side–”

“Yeah, thanks, I appreciate it,” you try to dismiss it again as you take another gulp but Javi can’t help noticing that your hand is slightly shaking. “Good to see you around too, both of you.”

Tess offers you a small goodbye wave and an apologetic smile and you watch them blend into the crowd heading for the elevators. It takes you a minute before you finally look at Javi again and let out a big sigh of relief.

“Sorry that was awkward.”

“No, no, don’t be.” Javi frowns. He puts down his drink and scoots closer towards you. “It wasn’t. You okay?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

You know damn well he notices and you still try to hide it anyway. You know that he saw your face fall when James mentioned your ex and you saw the questions in his eyes when he quietly listened to the earlier conversation. You focus on drinking and watching the band again, and your hands eventually stop shaking.

✧

Javi knows something’s wrong the moment that James walks up to you. Your entire demeanor changes, your tone turning curt. He’s heard about your ex. Back in your apartment after a few drinks, you told him how you met him through friends and that it ended in a huge mess involving a lot of drama and a lot of other people, but you said it in passing that he didn’t think too much of it. You’re young and beautiful, of course you’ve had shitty exes and even shittier breakups. But the way you react to meeting old friends (are they? Friends?) makes him feel protective of you. He wants to hold your hand when he sees it visibly shaking and he hates that your “friends” even bring him up. He wants to reach out to you and wipe the tears that he sees pooling in your eyes for the last two songs. But he couldn’t. He shouldn’t.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Do you want to leave?”

“No!” You’re startled by his sudden speaking up. “Sorry, I’m just, in my head.”

“It’s okay, take your time.”

“It’s just, so weird... I’ve– I’ve… it’s not like it was just yesterday and I’m fine and then James– Javi, I’m so sorry, I wanted this to be a fun night.”

“I’m having fun with you.”

“No, really–” you start.

“I am. This makes me feel like I’m in Lost in Translation.”

You look up at him so quickly it’s almost comical. “Oh my God. That is 100% my intention. Thank you.”

“It’s a bit too obvious. This, and everywhere else we’ve been going,” he smiles at you.

“Right!” You laugh. He brings that beautiful smile back on your face and he swells with pride. You should always be laughing, he thinks.

You’ll never get tired of this place. It’s not just because of the movie, although it was true for the first time. Countless hours you’ve spent sitting in this very place, be it for breakfast or tea by the window overlooking the skyline, dinner in the next room, and many, many drinks at the bar you’re sitting now with various companies all your life. No matter where you’re staying, you always find yourself back here at least once.

“If I could live in this moment forever, I would.” You ponder.

“And what moment is that?”

“This place, this music, this view…” You.

“Even with bold friends coming up to you?” Javi treads carefully.

“Ha, ha. He’s not bad. I was just taken by surprise,” you clear your throat. “Yeah, even then. What about you? Any great memories here?”

“Nothing special. I’ve only been here once before you. I had my first sake here, if anything.”

“Same here. Cheers to that,” you clink your glass of Suntory to his before you empty the rest of it in one gulp. “I was here last spring too. I went alone and it was… it was nice.”

“Do you often go to places alone?”

“Yeah… I kinda prefer it, almost. I’m used to it by now. I don’t really like waiting on anyone’s plans, so… I’d just go by myself.”

Do you ever get lonely? Javi almost asks before you continue.

“It gets lonely sometimes, but I’m used to that by now too. And it’s not always so lonely in New York.”

Don’t ask. Don’t ask. He knows you’ve been going on occasional dates since you first moved there. That’s what you told him. Not only that, but when you were several drinks in and he was buying his time until his assistant would call him again to get to the airport, you told him all about the guys you went out with. And just a few days later you called him from a restaurant’s bathroom to ask him to call you again in a few minutes’ time so your date could overhear that Javi “needs you for an urgent business matter”. He wasn’t pleased when he found out the guy was another actor (your age) that you had met at Mira’s party. That was quickly replaced with relief when you told him he was such a bore that you wanted to crawl out of your skin.

“Think your guys miss you back home?”

You laugh. “I doubt any of them even knows where I am. And, likewise. The dating pool is so terrible right now. Can’t seem to find a guy who doesn’t bore or double-time me.”

Javi raises his eyebrows.

“Yeah… Ben. Turns out he’s been dating this girl for months and he went out with me to scout for a replacement. Thank God he was boring and I didn’t take it further with him. Or any of them, as a matter of fact.”

Javi's eyebrows pretty much disappear into his hairline. That’s unexpected. He thought you've been… busy. Now you’re presenting him with the fact that you haven’t been getting any in however long and it awakens something in him. “Someone will come around.”

“Yeah. Anyway, here’s to you, the only decent man I met this year,” you raise your empty glass to him. “And all this Lost in Translation shit.”

✧

“You good to walk?” Javi asks you on the way out of the elevator.

“Yeah, why?”

“Your outfit isn’t exactly ideal.”

You had raised your hand to get a waiter’s attention when you accidentally slapped someone’s hands that were juggling three bottles of beer. The whole ordeal caused them to spill the entire content on you, drenching your body and your jacket that was slung over the armrest. The girl had apologized profusely and the manager brought you the only thing they had ready, a thick bathrobe, to change into. Now here you are, walking across the lobby as if you just needed fresh air and not to walk to the train station 20 minutes away. The gust of wind when the sliding doors open decides it for you.

“Actually, no. Let’s get a taxi.”

“Sorry about that. It was my fault,” Javi gestures to your body with a laundry bag that contains your wet clothes. “You can still have my coat if you want.”

“But then you’d be cold, old man,” you wink at him and you climb into the backseat of a black car. “So. Do all of your fangirls spill their drinks on every woman you’re with?”

“This would be the first time,” he laughs. It all happened so fast. He saw the girl coming towards him. Then your hand flew up and knocked the drinks out of the poor girl’s hands and onto your lap. It was unlike him, but he couldn’t be bothered to check on the fan to see if you were alright. She was shocked, obviously, but so were you. She had apologized while he was uselessly trying to dry your jeans with tissues when someone in a suit came to your rescue and pulled you aside. The manager covered your bills on the house and even offered to comp a room for the night. “Sure you don’t wanna just go back upstairs? I’m fine going back alone.”

You shake your head and let out a yawn. “What are we doing tomorrow?”

“The premiere.”

“Before.” You make a ‘duh’ face.

“Roppongi and the museum you told me about.”

You nod and think for a moment. “Do you think Óscar would be okay if we skip the premiere?”

Javi shrugs. “We usually leave after the movie starts anyway. Just stick around until then, you never know who you’ll meet.” Hopefully not another lame dude, he thinks. “Why?”

“Doesn’t he have a Q&A or whatever after it ends?”

“Depends, I guess.”

“Okay… what if after the movie starts we sneak out back to the hotel and watch something else instead?”

“Yeah? What do you have in mind?” Javi asks carefully, heart pounding in his chest.

“I don’t know, I just want to stay in on our last night here… We don’t even have to watch anything. What do you think?”

Javi can’t believe what he’s hearing. What are you saying? He tries to not assume that you’re asking in the guise of getting him into your room. To be fair, that’s what he wants. So his hopes aren’t that far fetched anyway. But he still doesn’t know if you’re interested in him like that. You didn’t respond to his touches earlier much and you still seemed very much affected by your ex. This must be all in his head. Only one way to be sure.

“Can do. Yours or mine?” He asks as he looks deep into your eyes, hoping you’ll get the implication.

“Mine. You’re the one who said it’s much better. And I’m pretty sure my bed is softer.”

God damn it. “Right you are.”

“What are you wearing tomorrow?” You intentionally cross your legs, hoping that he’ll follow your movement as the bathrobe parts in the middle and shows off your thighs.

“My assistant picked it out. I haven’t seen it yet, actually.” Holy shit. If you weren’t careful, he’d take you on this backseat right here and now – if there wasn’t a driver who’s already aware of each of your exchanges. So he does the decent and gentlemanly thing: he carefully closes the bottom of your robe to cover your side upper thighs… Did you take off your panties too when you changed? he wonders. Are you bare underneath? Fuck.

“I’ve had this midnight blue dress for years. Bought it for a wedding, never wore it. This is a much better event for it.”

“A wedding?” Not yours, surely?

“No, it wasn’t mine.” You smile. Javi doesn’t realize he blurted that question out loud. “And who wears blue getting married?”

He flushes red. “Uh… a lot of people, for the reception,” he fumbles.

You smile seeing him flustered. So you decide to play with him. “No, but why did you think that I was getting married?”

“I mean, it’s possible? You’re around that age, you’re beautiful, brilliant…” he chuckles, and you feel warmth creeping on you at his compliment. “Someone must have wanted to?”

“Actually, someone did ask me. To get married. I didn’t say yes but I didn’t exactly say no either - and it wasn’t even a proper proposal, he just brought up the idea one day. And I thought I wanted to think about it. Anyway, obviously it didn’t work out, and while I was ‘thinking about it’ he went and fucked girls I knew. Said if I wasn’t sure he needed to look at other options.”

“...I’m sorry to hear that.” He actually feels sorry that you were hurt, but thank god you didn’t go through with the ordeal. “Did you want to?”

“Don’t be. No… I dodged a bullet. I was supposed to wear tomorrow’s dress to his sister’s wedding. I didn’t get to go, obviously…” Should you be telling him this? It seems too much, too soon. “It was all just so weird and sudden. It was just a casual thing that escalated and we never even officially came out as a couple. He proposed that idea because it was the next thing to do on his list. A lot of athletes marry young if you ever noticed, and a lot of his friends were already settled, some with kids even…”

You take a deep breath before continuing. “And then we broke up… like I said, most people didn’t know we were together, even the ones we considered friends. So he went back to sleeping around and I turned down every invite from them. They eventually asked me why I wasn’t around anymore, and I told them my truth. But he told them we were never anything but friends who went on a date. One. They were his friends first so of course they believed him and thought I was delusional. James too, at first. I was a lot more hurt by that than the breakup.”

You two sit in silence for a few moments while Javi takes this in. “Sorry, that was a lot.”

Javi touches your shoulder. “Don’t apologize for telling me about yourself. If it would ease your mind, lay it on me. Payback for you having to deal with me asking how to use an app.”

“Yeah, that sounds fair,” you smile at him, though it doesn’t quite reach your eyes. “So yeah… that’s… all that. Well, not quite, but… him asking me and then doing that, made me not wanna get married at all. And he wanted kids right away too. I just couldn’t imagine. I still can’t imagine doing all that so young. Some of my friends are already doing that, and it just seems too much right now. I mean, I never even had a proper job, things like that were out of the question.”

“But look at you now. One less thing to worry about. That’s your advantage, you still have a lot of time to consider your options, what you want to do… decide what you’re ready for and when.” Javi assures you. “I made up my mind when I was your age. I couldn’t do anything else but to be in the family business, couldn’t be with anyone because it’d be risky for them… never even thought about settling down.”

“There wasn’t anyone? Ever?” You normally didn’t dare to ask him anything this personal after your blunder at Mira’s party, but you just laid out half of your life story in front of him, and it’s only fair for you to get a glimpse of his real life too. At worst, tomorrow you could just blame it on the alcohol. Besides, you’ve been dying to hear it straight from him since you couldn’t bring yourself to Google his past conquests. You’re not ready to face the bevy of gorgeous women you’re sure would grace your screen.

“I was in a serious relationship once, back before all this. She worked for the family business. After that… she was comfortable finally doing honest work, and we were close to Italy, to her family. She was only a few years younger than me, so she was ready to settle down, and I… I wasn’t. I never had this many opportunities before in my life and I couldn’t pass any of it up. She didn’t like this industry much either. So we decided it wouldn’t work out, and I moved to London the next day.”

“Hmm. And where is she now?”

“In Italy. Married with kids.”

“I heard mine is getting married too. Next year.”

“At least you wouldn’t have to watch that in front of you?”

“You did?!”

“Had to. We’d been friends for half our lives.”

“Oh god, that must have been awkward.”

“Everyone’s better off now,” Javi shrugs. “After her I vowed to never get into a serious relationship again unless I’m really, really sure.” He makes sure to look right at you and gives you a knowing smile.

“Same here. Is your dating scene as depressing as mine?”

“Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Everyone’s been really great.”

EVERYONE??? You’re screaming in your head. Should you be surprised, though? He looks like that, he’s very rich, he’s in a position of power, he’s kind and smart and gentle and… probably a very generous lover. You take a sharp breath and decide to tackle this, once and for all. “All those beautiful models and actresses?”

“Cliche, isn’t it?” He smiles to himself.

Technically, you’re his actress now too, right? You could use this to your advantage, with liquid courage egging you on.

“Is that your type?” You slyly ask as you lean your head back, exposing your neck. You know if he looked down your robe even a little he could see that you’re wearing a black lacy bra. If he takes the bait and you get lucky, you’ll show him your matching panties too.

Holy fuck. “Never know who’s not going after the fame or money, though.”

“That’s true.”

“Do you think I should worry about it?” You raise your eyebrows in answer; of course, duh. “How do you tell?”

“First, depending on who, I suppose…” You’re not sure where he’s going with this. A test? “And things like, never picking up the tab, for one. Or name dropping. Remember this one guy I told you about, who couldn’t not mention he was like 5x removed from the Windsors? That’s bad news. Or… boasting about you, a lot. Especially on social media. Posting your things without asking first. Those are my red flags. ”

Javi nods in understanding. It’s good to know you’re on the same page. His hand is back on your shoulder, fingers playfully stroking the collar of your robe, and you’re not sure if he wants to expose more of you or cover you.

So you continue. “I feel like that’s more relevant to my generation though, almost everyone’s like that, especially the social media part. I wouldn’t really know about people your age. They’re more lowkey, aren’t they? And, settled.” And now you want to know his preferred range. You mentally scold yourself for digging this hole.

“Not all of them. They’re in the business for a reason.” Javi answers. “There’s always more to want.”

“I see. But I can’t imagine anyone could be worse than the ones I’ve dealt with. They’re just all so… silly.”

“Aim older.” Javi blurts, his heart pounding in his chest.

“Should I? I haven’t thought about it.” You bite your lip and rub your thighs together, needing contact. You’ve thought about him, thought about pursuing something with this man 20 years your senior, thought about his lips devouring you everywhere, his beautiful hair that you want to grab onto as you take him, his mustache tickling you as he whispers Spanish filth, his big arms that you want wrapped around you, his neck that you want to nuzzle on... Oh, how you’ve thought about it.

If only he had taken his private car with the blacked out partition and the NDA-clad chauffeur. He could’ve made a more direct move. You’re practically halfway to parting your robe open and he’d like to take care of that. He tells himself he shouldn’t hope too much. Shouldn’t have even said everything he said, and shouldn’t have let you either. He’d promised Óscar too… not that it matters much since he’s been fisting himself every night to the thought of filling you in between your shooting schedule. You, begging for him until you couldn’t stand it anymore. Cleaning him up and going in front of the camera with his remnants still on your tongue. It’s safe in his head, where there’s no friend or public perception to consider. He could live with it, for now, at least until production’s done and you’re both out from under Óscar’s nose. He has a professional reputation to maintain too. Those worries aside, he and both his heads will have even more fun tonight knowing you haven’t been with anyone in a while.

“Javi…” he hears you whisper breathily. Before he could refocus himself, the car slows down to a stop. You’ve arrived back at the hotel. Where do we go from here?

✧✧

“Let’s never come here again, it would never be as much fun.”

“I disagree.” You quip.

You’re on your stomach next to him, still in your floor length dress and full makeup. You look absolutely stunning tonight. He was relieved he didn’t have to get you at your door like in the morning, because otherwise he might have said fuck it and talked you into ditching the whole thing to continue where you left off last night. He’d immediately excused himself after walking you up to your room, not wanting to cross professional boundaries just yet. He now could surmise that you more or less wanted the same thing, but what’s stopping you, he doesn’t know. Maybe you’re a more traditional type who waits for the man to make the first move. He’s fine with that - not that he could anyway. Not when he’s your boss. You didn’t look too disappointed when he left so you must’ve gotten a clue. All day today you kept a respectful distance from him.

Tonight you were already waiting in the car with Óscar, telling him all the places he missed out on while he was occupied elsewhere doing press obligations. Javi sat opposite you and had to look out the window when you crossed your legs and showed off the slit that went up to your thigh, lest Óscar noticed he was leering. You have a thing about doing that. He wasn’t ready either when you stepped out of the car first and he saw that your dress was backless… but he didn’t have time to think about it once the cameras flashed his way and you slinked into the background, making your way inside with one of the assistants.

Just as Javi predicted, all the cast but one left as soon as the movie started. Once the three of you arrived back at the hotel, you immediately said goodnight to Óscar and told him you were too tired from all the socializing to join him for a drink. Javi stayed at the bar with him, waiting for your signal.

“I gotta go,” he said to Óscar thirty minutes later, putting his phone back into his pocket.

“Got someone for the night or something?”

“Or something,” he smirked.

“Sure, tag along just to leave me for some girl.” Óscar rolled his eyes.

“No, but good night.” He slapped Óscar’s shoulder.

“Yeah, right. Fuck her up!”

You opened the door to Javi with a bucket of champagne and way too many plates of sushi that he had taken the liberty to order and timed perfectly to his arrival. You had been contemplating changing into something more comfortable. Should you go for the robe, but without anything else underneath this time? Remind him of what he was missing out on last night? He didn’t seem affected by the way he acted today. You were waiting for him to bring up the age thing again all day, but he never did. And all that was quickly forgotten once you saw the food.

“Fuck yes, I forgot I haven’t eaten anything since lunch.” You moaned.

“You’re welcome,” Javi closed the door behind him. “Think of this as the event your dress deserved. It looks fantastic, by the way – and you, too.”

“Thank you,” you climbed into bed and started arranging the food on your bed frame. “And your robe is impeccable, I have to say I’m jealous. Do you want to open it up?” You pointed to the champagne.

“Fill your stomach first, you’ll throw up.” Javi took his robe off and threw it on a chair behind him. “It’s yours if you want it.”

“I’ll think about it,” you said with your mouth full.

An hour later, with all the food gone and only half a flute of champagne left between the two of you, he watches you watch the movie with a soft look on his face. This is what he imagined nights with you would be like: you, laid out on the bed looking dreamy and completely relaxed. In the scenario in his head, he’d be slowly teasing you with his hands and mouth before you beg him to take off your dress that you’d put on just for him.

“Javi?”

“Huh?” He’s too far in his own head, wondering if you’d prefer him to take it off from the top where he’s very aware you’re not wearing a bra given the design of your dress, or slowly up your legs and take off your skimpy panties first and foremost. He’s pretty damn sure it’s some tiny little thing.

“I disagree. Let’s always come here again, it will always be as much fun.” You look up at Javi with your hand supporting your head. “It’s all about making new memories, right? Even if the next one turns out to be a bad one, that just means all the more reason to go back again.”

“You’re right. Would you say this is better or worse than the last?” He asks, making sure to look at you square in the eyes, letting you know he’s expecting a particular answer.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Still up in the air.” You give an exaggerated shrug and a wink and you scoot over to plop down next to him. “This has been a really fun week, Javi. Thank you.”

“I’m the one who should be thanking you. I would’ve been sitting in coffee shops alone if you hadn’t come along.”

“Come on, you’re not that boring. You’d still go to museums and parks. Alone.”

“And it wouldn’t be as much fun.”

The two of you lie on your backs in silence, enjoying each other’s company, listening to each other’s breathing. Eventually you turn your body sideways, and he turns his head to look at you.

“Hi.”

“Hi,” his deep voice answers you amusingly.

“Are you sleepy?”

“It’s not that late.”

“Even for you?” You roll over to your stomach, forearms supporting you… and pushing your chest up. It’s fully covered, but it’s the idea that counts in Javi’s head. He doesn’t bother with a comeback, and instead gives you a rumbling giggle.

“Hey…” Javi starts, looking deep into your eyes. “Are you going anywhere for the holidays?”

NO, you want to say immediately. But before you could answer, your phone obnoxiously vibrates on the desk, interrupting the moment. You always leave calls missed, but for some reason this one compels you to pick it up.

“Hi! Hi. Yeah, yeah. No, I, uh, I’m… not busy,” you clear your throat and glance at him apologetically. “Sure, um–”

He disappointedly takes his cue and gathers his robe from the chair. Whoever is calling you clearly needs you more - he’s certain he hears them crying.

✧✧

“How was your night?” Óscar asks him with a smirk over coffee at breakfast.

“Could’ve been better,” Javi says with a shrug.

“It couldn’t be that bad. It’s still sex.” Óscar checks his watch. “So, I need to talk to you about her before she comes.”

Her? Javi perks up, his eyes cautious.

“Dieter Bravo’s a flight risk, so I think we should minimize his role a little bit,” Óscar suggests. “And then we’ll make her character bigger and move up her start date. What do you think?”

More of you on set? Why not! “When have I ever said no to you?”

He knows it’s a blatant lie. There’s a line he’s willing to cross that Óscar has drawn very, very clearly.

✧✧✧

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bonsoir-tyrelliot · 1 year

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What if Elliot had noticed Tyrell was suicidal when they were walking in the forest?

He’d finally gotten Tyrell to stand up from the guard rail and walk on, but Elliot found himself stealing glances at the man as they went.

Mr. Robot, of course, fucking noticed. “If you’re nervous about him being with us you should’ve left him.”

“What are you talking about.” Elliot hunched into his hoodie. “You’re the one who couldn’t.”

“Sure, but I let you take point on that one.”

Their feet crunched as they entered a patch of hard-packed snow. “It’s fine.”

“Then why do you keep looking at him?”

Elliot scanned the trees ahead. “Do you think that’s a road up there?” he asked Tyrell. He didn’t think it was, but he wanted to shut Mr. Robot up.

Tyrell squinted. “I think it’s trees up there,” he said with the barest spark of humor. He cut his eyes to Elliot. “Wishful thinking is unusual for you.”

The words Don’t act like you know me died in Elliot’s mouth. Instead he grunted.

“You’re definitely thinking about something,” Mr. Robot said. “Out with it.”

Moonlight made Tyrell’s expression hard to read. Trying to pretend he wasn’t looking didn’t help with reading his face either. But … did Elliot really need more proof of what he suspected? Not really. He knew what the word “leaving” meant. He knew it even if Tyrell didn’t know it yet. He wondered if Tyrell did.

“Has it really been that bad?” Elliot asked Tyrell. “I mean since the FBI released you.”

“Has what been so bad?”

“Like…” Elliot looked at Mr. Robot for guidance but found none. “Life.”

“My wife is dead, Elliot.” Their feet were the only sound for a moment. “My son is gone. I wouldn’t be good for him anyway. I strangled a woman to death. I killed 3,817 people for something that didn’t even work. My career is revealed for how empty it always was. And that’s just the hi-light reel. So yes. It’s enough to say it has been bad.”

Interesting. Elliot wouldn’t have expected that to be his hi-light reel. “So you want to leave.”

“Yeah.” Tyrell shrugged. “I would.”

“And go where.”

“Never got that far.”

Elliot may have told Tyrell he knew they were dead thanks to tonight’s events. And mostly he believed it. But a part of him held out hope. You never knew what might happen. “What would you do if we got out of this?”

Tyrell slipped d his hands into his pants pockets, shoulders bunching. “I told you. We could use my appointment as CEO to take down Whiterose.”

“And then?”

“Well. Maybe then I’d leave.”

Elliot stopped. He faced Tyrell. Tyrell had no choice but to stop and face him too.

Elliot repeated, “And go where?”

“I don’t … know what you’re talking about, Elliot.” But the way he looked away said maybe he did. Maybe on some level.

In the dim forest, probably hours from death, it wasn’t so hard to reach out and rest a hand in Tyrell’s shoulder. It felt awkward once he’d done it. But by then Tyrell was already looking at him with wide, attentive eyes.

“It’s not true what I said before,” Elliot lied. “When I said I don’t give a fuck about you. And if we live through this, if we take down Whiterose, and some time after that you still feel like leaving, I want you to know … we could like. Watch a movie instead. I’d do that. I’d bring … candy.” This might have been a bit too literal an attempt to translate his own experience. But Elliot was cold and scared and it was the best he could do.

“Elliot,” Tyrel said. “When I say ‘leave’ I don’t mean…” He trailed off. And it wasn’t that his expression changed, exactly. Or if it did, the change was subtle. It was more something in his eyes.

Either way, Elliot could tell he wasn’t going to finish that sentence. He just stood there staring with his stupid child’s eyes.

“I mean it,” Elliot said.

Tyrell’s throat bobbed thickly, like he was having trouble swallowing. “I like movies,” he said.

Elliot started forward again. “We should go.”

“Elliot?”

He sighed. “Yeah?”

“I think there really is a road up ahead this time.”

There was. A car whizzed by just as they reached it, but paid them no mind.

“Which way would town be?” Elliot asked the universe.

“This way,” Tyrell said. “Do you lack a sense of direction?”

Elliot frowned but followed Tyrell. “Where was your sense of direction the whole time we were in the forest?”

“It’s a sense of direction, not a map,” Tyrell muttered.

It was weirdly nice to hear him offended.

A moment later, though, Elliot could spare Tyrell no more thought. Because around a bend in the road was the van, wrecked against a tree. Between it and them lay a dying deer.

Tyrell looked at him. Elliot jerked his head forward to say: Let’s go already.

But Tyrell shook his head. “We need a plan or we’ll just make another mistake. This is incredible luck and I don’t want to squander it.”

“A plan like fucking what?”

Tyrell watched the van, fidgeting with his leather gloves. “We open the back doors,” he said eventually. “Just halfway. Then if he’s alive, and he tries to come at us, we have the doors for protection.”

“And if he waits us out?”

“Sneak up to the cab,” Tyrell said. “The trick will be to prevent ourselves from being exposed. We knows he’s hurt. He likely won’t move fast.”

They advanced together to the rear of the vehicle. On Tyrell’s silent three-count, they opened the back doors.

Two shots cracked out in succession. Elliot braced himself, but felt nothing. The third shot was followed by a thud, then silence.

Breathing hard, Elliot dared a peak around his door. Tyrell was doing the same. They made eye contact and the silence stretched.

They Tyrell disappeared. Elliot ducked around his side of the van, sidling up to the passenger window, tensed for a confrontation.

But then Tyrell said, “He’s shot himself in the head.” Elliot heard a series of metallic clicks. “I guess he only had the three bullets.”

The tension drained from Elliot. He sagged against the side mirror.

They doused the inside of the van in gasoline. Elliot switched on the lighter and tossed it in. Then they stood side by side, watching the flames scorch the upholstered walls and computer monitor.

“I can’t believe it,” Tyrell said. “We actually didn’t dig our own graves tonight.”

“Well,” Elliot said. “It was close. And it was mostly you digging our graves.”

Mr. Robot looked at Elliot over the top of his glasses.

But Tyrell laughed. It was a wild, bubbling sound, like a pot boiling, all that heated pressure finally expressed. “I will always treasure being insulted by you,” he said.

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ginnyrules27 · 8 months

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Got any unused scenes to snippet or back burner projects/unfinished or unrealized one shots?

Hmm...I got a couple of back-burner projects that I began writing a while back. I should have some snippet there lol :D

Mirabel shook her head. She didn’t want to think about that. She only wanted to know why she didn’t get a gift.

Did she do something wrong? Was it because she wiped her hands on her dress? Camilo didn’t wipe his hands so did she wipe off the magic of the candle?

But no one would say what she did wrong. All papa had said was that it wasn’t her fault and that the family still loved her, gift or no gift.

But if that was the case, they’d be here with her in the nursery. Isa would make all sorts of pretty flowers bloom and Dolores would make her giggle by telling her what one of the neighbors did and Lusia would take her on a flight by lifting her bed up with Mirabel in it and walking around the casita.

-Untitled Encanto/Descendants crossover (currently 466 words)

“A room full of royals looking their nose down at us because our dad’s a basketball coach and our mom’s a vice principal and we live in Wisconsin,” Maddie finished. “Does not sound like my idea of a good time. Though I do have to wonder why mom and dad didn’t send us to Auradon Prep.”

“Because they don’t have a basketball program and I’m not losing my star player for no reason!” Their dad’s voice called from the kitchen.

“Knew they were eavesdropping on us,” the other boy in the room chuckled.

“Hey, it’s better than them calling a family meeting, right Joey?” Maddie asked.

“Ooh, good point.”

Liv rolled her eyes. “Will you two hush?! The royal carriage is going to be seen any moment!”

“Yeah…you do know Prince Ben is a: completely out of your league and b: has a girlfriend right?” Maddie asked.

“I don’t care about him! I want to see what gown his new girlfriend’s going to be wearing! Think about it Maddie, we’re about to be shown what the kids of the Isle wear for formal events, nothing like this has ever been done before!” Liv squealed before groaning. “Oh I wish we were there!”

“So you’ve said, about a million times,” Maddie sighed as she tossed a basketball up and down. “Liv, when will you give up this dream about attending royal events? I mean yeah you were on Sing it Loud—.”

-Untitled Liv and Maddie/Descendants crossover (currently 1210 words)

Morgan, though, had insisted that the doctor was ‘Daddy’s twin’ as only a four-year-old could reason. So Robert had gone to the hospital and met with the Dr. Derek Shepherd and explained what was happening. Derek had, of course, agreed to a DNA test to answer the question if they were twins; never even batting an eye that the request seemed to come from a four-year-old.

After a few weeks waiting for the results, they were both stunned to find that Morgan had been right—Robert and Derek were twins.

Of course, Derek had immediately called his mother to ask how he had a long lost twin brother also living in New York City. Mrs. Shepherd had seemed reluctant but had finally admitted the truth. That when Derek was born, he’d been born a twin. However at the time, they couldn’t afford five children and the Phillip family had been friends of their’s however they couldn’t conceive a chid. So while they were loathed to do it, to separate the twin boys, Carolyn Shepherd and her husband had to make the choice of what was best for Robert, Derek, and their girls.

It had taken a bit of getting used to, the idea that he had a family in the city that he never knew about, but Robert and Derek had quickly developed a relationship once the awkward phase was done.

-Untitled Enchanted/Grey's Anatomy fanfiction (currently 2316 words)

And still suppressing the urge to write on the backburner either the 911/Descendants crossover or a Grey's Anatomy/Descendants crossover...or both if it's in some weird universe where no one from the Isle has to tell Beast and Belle what's going on on the Isle and the team from Grey's is sent to set up the hospital with the 118/126 acting as muscle for the doctors (Grey's is on ABC which is owned by Disney so it can still be in universe...and China's sister is on 911: Lone Star so I'm counting that as part of the Descendants universe. Also Disney owns Fox now so there's that)

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juniperskye · 2 years

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Letters to Dean.

Part 9.

Flashbacks will be marked using **

This part will begin immediately after part 8 and there will be a brief jump to that evening, as well as flashbacks. I’m also thinking about giving the daughter a name because that would be much easier than typing (y/d/n) out every time…what do you guys think?

Dean had seemed so excited to hear about this Cas guy…why did that hurt so much? When you had walked in to this diner you had seen a glimpse of something that resembled love, hope even, but that look had disappeared the second his eyes landed on (y/d/n).

She hadn’t realized she’d zoned out until Sam had called her name to regain her attention.

“You okay? You zoned out there for a second.”

“Yeah Sam, I’m fine. Sorry. Look you guys it really wasn’t much more than that. He’d brought Dean up but I had a bad feeling in my gut so I had insisted that he had the wrong girl and I had no idea who this Dean guy was.” She looked down to her hands

“Did he say anything after that?” Dean asked

“Oh um, I don’t think so. He seemed disappointed almost. I can’t be sure though, he was really hard to read.” She looked over at (y/d/n) with a weak smile.

She started to zone out again while the guys seemingly began their typical hushed conversations that you weren’t meant to be a part of…this is how it had always been and you tried and tried to convince yourself that it was because they were brothers and they were all the other had.

** “Dean! Dean baby you have to see this listing, it’s a bit of a fixer upper but I think it could be something beautiful!” She called to him

Walking into the kitchen of their tiny apartment, she’d found Dean. His back was to her as he’d been in a hushed conversation on the phone. He turned around at the sound of her padding through the doorway. Mouthing a quick “sorry it’s Sammy” to her and she’d walk away…feeling only slightly defeated.

It’s his brother. It’s nothing more than that.**

“I should probably get going guys. You clearly have to figure stuff out with this Cas guy and I should be getting this little one home and cleaned up.” She started to gather her bag and everything (y/d/n) had managed to pull out of it

“Wait, I um…what about. We need to finish our conversation from earlier.” Dean rarely stumble over his words. She’d never seen him so unsure of himself.

“We will, but I’m exhausted and I really need to get her cleaned up. I’m in a little place not too far from here Dean. You can come tonight if you want to talk about it.” She looked to his eyes to see him pondering the thought, had he always carried this much uncertainty in those eyes? She wondered.

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They had gotten home a little bit ago, (y/d/n) had all but sprinted into the house. Hands sticky with syrup, running for her toys.

“Oh absolutely not little miss. Straight to the tub for you! Go get ready for a bath”

She could hear the little feet stumbling out of clothes and into the tub as she rounded the corner into the bathroom. She smiled to herself and at her beautiful daughter. Starting up the water, adding just enough bubbles.

“Mommy, is Mr. Sam my daddy?”

She looked into her daughters eyes wide with shock.

“No honey. Why’d you think that?” She wasn’t lying to her…just trying to find the appropriate way to tell her young daughter that she’d just met her father and uncle.

“You always said my daddy had kind eyes, just like mine. Mr. Sam had kind eyes.”

** “Mommy tell me about daddy again!”

“Honey I’ve told you about him, what else do you want to know?”

“What does he look like?”

“Oh honey your dad was so handsome. He’s tall, just tall enough that my head would rest perfectly against his chest when we hugged. He has soft, short sandy hair…you know that color that’s not blonde but it’s also not quite brown. He has beautiful green eyes that hold this kindness deep within them…just like yours baby.”

“What else!” (Y/d/n) was so excited to finally hear about her father.

“He has this cute dusting of freckles across his face right here” she’d brush her finger over her daughters face “he has strong hands, callused from years of hard work. And he always smelled like the perfect combination of sweat, whiskey and leather…it’s hard to explain but it was always uniquely him.”

(Y/d/n) turned her nose up at that and they giggled. She ran her fingers through her daughters hair. **

The bath had just finished draining and (y/d/n) was picking out pajamas. Once she was dressed she walked over and sat next to her mom on her bed.

“It’s Mr. Dean huh? He’s my dad?”

“Yeah baby he is. You need to know that he’s a good man.”

“Then why wasn’t he here with us?”

God she was the most intuitive 6 year old she’d ever encountered.

“Honey it’s not that simple. I’ll tell you more about it another day I promise…for now just get some sleep okay?”

“Okay mommy, I love you.”

“I love you more baby” she kissed her daughters forehead and went to pickup around the house, patiently waiting for his arrival.

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She had been picking up, really, but when she’d bent over to pickup her fallen earring she’d noticed the stack of letters, neatly tucked under the mattress. She’d kept her secrets there still just as she’d told him all those years ago.

Is tonight the night. Should she finally give him the letters she’d written.

A soft knock on the door pulled her from her thoughts. She quickly made her way to the front door, opening it wide enough to see not only Dean, but the stranger, Cas, from the other day.

“Dean what’s going on?” She’d question him

“Sweetheart it’s not safe to stay here and talk about this. You need to pack somethings for you and (y/d/n) and come with us. Okay?” Dean spoke quickly and with confidence like he usually did.

Things were moving in fast forward, but she felt like someone had pressed pause on her. Dean moved swiftly around her place grabbing random articles and stuffing them into a duffel bag. Where had he gotten that bag? It wasn’t until Cas called to Dean that he’d realized she hadn’t moved.

“Sweetheart are you with me? Hey, let’s take a deep breath and then we have to get your stuff and get going okay?” He delicately places his hands on her cheeks to bring her eyes up to his own.

She looks to him, eyes begging for his help. They take a few deep breaths together until their heartbeats sync up. She squeezes her eyes shut, a tear rolling down her cheek. He’s quick to swipe it away. It’s like they’re all alone in this moment, the only thing that grounds them is the sound of giggles coming from the hallway.

Looking over they’re met with (y/d/n) holding Cas’ hand while she laughs at something he’s said.

“Mommy, Cas was helping me pack for our trip. He’s kinda weird!” She laughs out.

This has her and Dean both biting back smiles before getting back to what’s important - packing and getting the hell out of dodge.

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“Dean you said we weren’t safe…what’s going on” she’d question him once they were packed and in the car.

“I’ll explain everything to you once we get to the bunker okay. We will sit and we will hash everything out…wait, what do you have there?” He’d only just notice the stack of letters you were grasping on to.

“They’re letters I’ve written to you over the years Dean wait bunker? What are you talking about?”

It would seem as though they had a lot more to discuss than either of them had originally thought.

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