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[descendantofthesparrow]

Regained Passion - Harry Hook x Reader - Part 3 - Bonding

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Welp…there he was…in an intermediate dance class, thankfully Bert taught the class (he actually taught a good handful, he was just the main beginner class teacher) so Harry wouldn’t be thrown into a whole new class with no familiar faces. Harry held down a smile as he remembered the jealous faces of his ex-dance classmates as Bert told him about his ‘level up’ the day before. He had only been at the studio for a month before he was leveled up, his schedule had changed a bit as well, before he was only going to the studio three days a week, Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Now he would be going Tuesday, Thursday, Saturday, and Sunday. His hour-long classes turning to two as Bert led Harry’s fellow dancers through new and much more complicated steps.

The only good thing that had come out of this was that his classes now ended at the same time as (y/n)’s, and now he would be able to go across the hall to pick her up instead of going from the back of the school to the front as he did when he was still in beginner.

Harry sat on the floor as he slid on his ballet shoes, strapping them to his feet and tossing his bag against the wall, standing with a sigh and walking over to where Bert was talking to the dancers.

“Any of ya hear of the ol’ bamboo?” Bert asked, taking a step back and grabbing a long stick, twirling it in his hands. The whole class shook their heads, well minus Harry, who just rose his brow. “well, this is what ya gonna be learning for the end of spring performance next year, the beginners are doin’ Step in time, ya will be doing ol’ bamboo, and the expert class is doing ballet, with miss charming as their star” Harry perked up at that, so that was the performance Esmerelda was talking to (y/n) about huh?

“So!” Bert clapped his hands, grinning at his students “let's start with the lyrics, shall we?! It is a musical performance after all”

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By the end of the two hours, Harry was kinda exhausted, less exhausted than the rest of his classmate's thanks to his isle-bred stamina but still…very tired and very sweaty. Harry wiped down his face and neck with a cool towel and changed out his shoes.

“Hi~” Harry looked up, unable to keep the smile off his face as (y/n) looked down at him, hanging her head upside down while doing so “How was class?”

“Like usual” Harry simply replied, looking back at his shoes “Wha’ are yeh doin’ here? I thought yer class ended a bit after mine?” (y/n) just hummed, grabbing Harry’s bag and holding it open for Harry to toss his dance shoes in, then handing it to him as he stood.

“Ended early, Esméralda had an appointment…do you want to go get ice cream?” Harry rose his brow as he looked to (y/n), who gave an unsure smile.

“Ice cream?” Harry hummed, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he looked to the ceiling “Do I-Harry Hook-want ice cream?” (y/n) rolled her eyes and punched his shoulder gently. “Ice cream sounds good” Harry chuckled, patting (y/n)’s head and offering his arm again, once again ignoring the spark running through his skin as (y/n) hands wrapped around his arm.

“Yay! There's this new place I've been wanting to try! But no one will go with me! I'll drive us there!” Harry smiled at (y/n)’s rambling, leading her to pull him along to the parking lot where her car was.

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“No-no no no no, the egg travels back in time and it creates a new timeline, and then later it's revealed that there's another egg that was corrupted that ALSO traveled back in time, but that one’s helping the yiga clan.” Harry licked his lips free of his chocolate ice cream, narrowing his eyes as (y/n) finished her mini-rant about one of her favorite games lore.

“So,” Harry started, setting down his spoon and tilting his head “the egg? Is-a time-traveling mini guardian?? And-the princess, Link or whatever-“ (y/n) looked at him with puffed cheeks.

“Zelda! Link is the knight! Zelda is the princess!” Harry made a face.

“But if the stories mostly follow Link, why is it called Legend of Zelda!?” Harry gave a smug smirk as (y/n) huffed and wiped the corner of her lips free of her ice cream.

“Becauseeeee oh! I remember! Well don’t quote me on it, but the first game was originally going to be about Zelda exclusively, then they made Link and they found the new story worked better, they just kept the original title.” Harry hid his smile behind another mouthful of ice cream, (y/n) was pretty cute when she went on her video game rants, Legend of Zelda being one of her favorites. “Okay, at some point you have to play one of the games, especially breath of the wild, you can barrow my switch” Harry chuckled, setting down his now empty cup of ice cream.

“Alright then” Harry started, grabbing a napkin and wiping his mouth “sounds fun?” (y/n) beamed in excitement, dancing in her seat a bit.

“Yes!...I can’t wait to see your ass kicked by a lynel” (y/n) cackled, laughing louder as Harry gave her an odd look.

“From how yer laughing, that tells me it's not a fun thing ta fight?” Harry guessed, smiling as (y/n) nodded through her laughter.

“Lynels are harder to beat than the final boss, which is bullshit but I digress” Harry turned to see Audrey, who was smiling at (y/n)s giggling self “side note; it’s a little odd to see you two hanging out” she waved off Harry’s slightly offended look “not in a mean way, more; you're both from a different crowd and Chad likes to say shit about you to (y/n)…though she” she gestured to (y/n) who was coming down from her giggle fit. “doesn’t like listening to Chad, so I should have expected this.”

“Damn right, hell will freeze over before I actually listen to his dumbass” (y/n) chuckled, finishing off her ice cream and looking up at Audrey, who was picking up her shopping bags again and going to leave “What are you doing here by the way?”

“Oh just some shopping, trying out a new style and all that, good day you two!” Audrey sauntered off, leaving (y/n) and Harry alone once more.

Harry looked back at (y/n) at the same time she did, they both smiled and (y/n) nodded back towards the parking lot of the mall they were at “Wanna get started on breath of the wild?”

Harry smiled, turning to toss his empty ice cream cup in the trash can behind him “Sounds fun”

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“No! Dodge to the side! YES! Okay, mash the Y button!” Gil and Uma stepped into (y/n)s dorm room, having been looking for Harry for the past two hours after he didn’t return from dance class, and Gil had suggested looking for Harry in (y/n)s room.

Uma had thought it was a stupid idea but humored Gil, only to be surprised to see Harry and (y/n) in bean bags as Harry button mashed the controller he held in his hand, sticking his tongue out slightly in concentration. “Uhhhh Harry?” Uma called out, leaning back a bit as Harry shushed her.

“I’m fighting a lynel and am about to die I need silence!” Harry yelled, leaning forward into his controller, tossing his hands up in shock as the red-maned lynel finally died “FUCKING FINALLY!” (y/n) cheered along with Harry, laughing as he pulled her into his side.

Uma and Gil gave each other a look, Uma smirking before walking towards the two and pulling Harry up to his feet “Awesome, you beat a video game mini-boss, I've been looking for you for two hours” Harry seemed to come down from his victory high and gave a sheepish smile.

“Oh uh…sorry?” Uma hummed and nodded, grabbing his arm and waving to (y/n).

“Say bye to (y/n) Harry” Harry waved (y/n) goodbye as she giggled and saved Harry's game, switching the profile to her game.

“Bye (y/n)” (y/n) beamed at him, waving at him as he was pulled backward by Uma towards the door.

“Bye Harry!”

Uma pulled Harry out of the room, rolling her eyes a bit as Harry continued to wave until he was out of (y/n)s sight. Gil followed them out and closed the door behind him. “You are so smitten” Gil laughed, very much enjoying the way Harry’s face lit up.

“No-no I’m nae” Harry stuttered, pulling out of Uma’s grasp and stomping ahead of them “Yer out a yer mind Gil” Uma and Gil shared another look.

“He’ll realize it at some point, I give it another month or two” Uma mumbled, smirking as Gil patted his pocket where his wallet was.

“Three, twenty bucks” Uma nodded and the two shook hands to seal their bet, jogging forward to catch up with their flustered friend.

-

Jane sat against the wall of mirrors, watching you move about the almost empty room as you practiced your part from the duet Esméralda had assigned you. Jane wasn’t all that knowledgeable in the world of dance but it wasn’t hard to see you were struggling, not in the way of movement but in the way of conveying emotion in your dance.

It almost seemed….stale, if anything, the dance was supposed to convey two people falling in love, but Jane; as far as she knew, knew you had never fallen in love so it would be hard to convey that exact emotion. You had really only known platonic and familial love.

You stopped, collapsing to your knees as you heaved for breath, sweat dripping off your brow. Jane furrowed her brows in concern and stood, grabbing your water bottle and walking over to you, she kneeled beside you and handed you the bottle, staring at you as you greedily downed the water. “Are you okay?” Jane asked, mentally wincing as it was obvious that you weren’t.

You gasped as you finally took the bottle away from your lips, shaking your head “I just-I just can't seem to get this right, Esméralda says if I can't find the emotions I need to convey in this duet then she’ll replace me and-and”  you sighed, letting your head fall between your shoulders. “I can't let them down” Jane furrowed her brows.

“Let who down?” Jane asked, unsure of who you were talking about, as far as she knew your parents didn’t really pressure you about your dancing, they were wholly supportive and understanding through every bit of your journey through dance.

“…I don’t know” you whispered, curling up and resting your chin on your knees. “My parents? Me? Grandpa? Esméralda? I’m not sure…but I feel like if I don’t get this right, I’ll be letting someone down” Jane rubbed your back, unsure of how to comfort you. You stood after a few moments and walked over to the stereo. “One last time, okay? Then I’ll be done for the day”

“Okay,” Jane mumbled, going to sit back down against the wall, starting up the camera on your phone to record you one last time at your request so you could see any mistakes you made.

You stood in the middle of the room, closing your eyes and taking a deep breath as the music began.

And you danced.

-end of part 3-

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[theshelbycurse]

Escaping Bodyguards

OC Shelby!Sister

Summary: Lyssa Shelby is the twin sister of Finn Shelby and has always been protected fiercely by each and every one of her siblings. On the day of her brother’s wedding, Lyssa finds herself trying to navigate the ways of her protective older brothers while also having a bit of fun. 

Warning: swearing, drinking and the tiniest crumb of smut that you can easily skip. (with an OC, NO incest will be happening today people.)

*not my gifs

Words: 5848

Today was the day. Throughout the many trials and tribulations that this family had faced together, Lyssa had to admit the strangest sight she has ever had a chance to witness was her brother, Thomas Shelby, standing in a Church, waiting for his bride. 

Growing up in the Shelby clan, was unconventional to say the least. With an illegal betting shop running rampant on a daily basis just underneath her feet, to men with guns turning up on her doorstep for a various sleuth of reasons. It had reached a point where Lyssa would open the door and simply sigh in boredom of the predictability of it all. 

Though while most would think that because Lyssa belonged to the most powerful family in Birmingham that her life was filled with excitement and adventures to an enviable amount. But sadly for the fifteen year old that most certainly was not the case. As Lyssa found herself with three and a half (Finn really tries his hardest sometimes) bodyguards spoiling any fun she might have. 

Every time so much as a drop of whiskey ends up in her glass, Arthur is the one to steal it from her grasp and finish it off in one annoying gulp. Any time a lad so much as looks in her direction, John has stormed over to go and rob them of their eyes. And if it probably weren’t for Aunt Pol’s words of restraint then Lyssa was sure that all the boys in Birmingham would have been blind

But Tommy, he was by far the worst. 

Since the moment that Tommy had locked eyes on the bouncing babe, the heart that he so adamantly denies owning melted to a pathetic little puddle. So from then on he has been by the side of Lyssa Shelby at his every possible moment. Helping her grow and watching her become the beauty that she was today. 

But with that came its challenges, Lyssa had true Gypsy blood coursing through her veins that flooded her with this near untamable wildness that had Tommy exhausted at all times. And with age it most certainly got more dangerous, with her desires for partying, drinking and riding until the crack of dawn had paired alongside her looks that got most lads drooling from the corner of their mouths. 

But today was different. Lyssa had promised him and Aunt Pol to be on her best behaviour throughout the whole ceremony. Though, Tommy wasn’t exactly going to be placing any bets on it. 

The wedding was predictable, the Shelbys all rowdy and noisy, Lyssa’s cheers reaching Tommy’s ears with an unspoken glee over her acceptance to his more than risky choice in wives. And then of course Grace’s more poised side of the family. The calvary suit wearing cowards and their wives all sitting so straight Lyssa was sure that they must be held up by the sticks that were wedged so far up their arses. 

The large group of bustling folk all pushed and pulled one another to the steps of the Church afterwards, John dragging Lyssa around with his arm draped over her shoulder as they whispered vulgar jokes to one another. The pair ultimately finding themselves beside Tommy as they grinned up at him with that mischievous glint that had him cursing under his breath. 

Once the photo had been taken, the large party found themselves scampering back to Tommy’s large manor for the real fun to begin. Lyssa and Finn sharing gleeful glances to one another, in hopes that they might actually get the chance for some real havoc tonight. 

But not even five minutes after entering the house, had Lyssa been dragged by her elbow by none other than her less than gentle eldest brother, Arthur. “What are you doing? I haven’t even done anything.” Lyssa squealed, fighting weakly to get out of Arthur’s tight grip whilst he tugged her throughout the lively party. Her face set in a deep frown, as she watched the envious sight of everything going on around her, with the knowledge that she was most definitely not going to be able to get anywhere near it.

“Yeah, and your not gonna do, are ya?” He not so gently demands, peering down at his wild sister as she makes good effort to avoid any scrutinizing eyes. With a heavy sigh, not in the mood for the taming of her inevitable rebellious tendencies, Arthur continued on his war path towards the meeting he knew was to take place. “This isn’t about you Lyssa. Tom wants a quick family meeting.” He responded, stomping through the maze of the house with John clipping at their heels. 

After a fair amount of arguing between the three siblings on the right direction to the kitchen they finally found their way after the guidance of Tommy’s shouts leading them to their destination. Clomping down the stairs the three of them marched over to Tommy, Lyssa finding herself leaning beside Arthur as they waited for whatever this is to be over with. 

“Right, boys, Lyssa, you’re all here. Today, this is my fucking wedding day.” Tommy proclaimed like they all weren’t just at the Church watching him take his vows less than 20 minutes ago. Lyssa rolled her eyes, sensing the second round of lectures she was going to get. 

“Yeah, and you said there’d be no bloody uniforms.” John retorted, his anger for the red suits being one of the only things John has blabbered on about with Lyssa this entire day.

“Nevertheless- Nevertheless John, despite the bad blood, I’ll have none of it on my carpet. Now for Grace’s sake, nothing will go wrong. Those bastards out there are her family. And if you fuckers do anything to embarrass her, your kin, your cousins, your horses, your fucking kids, you do anything...”

“Tom? Jeremiah piped up, thankfully breaking Tommy out of boring rant. 

“What?!”

“What about snow?” He asked, naively, Lyssa having to bring her hand up to her mouth to stop the giggles from toppling out of her mouth. 

“Yeah, their women are sports, I’ll say that.” John joked, ruffling Jeremiah head in a tight amusing headlock, providing Lyssa with just enough distraction to steal the cigarette from Michael’s lips and bring it to her own. Swatting away his attempts to retrieve it back with ease as she let the vile toxins run rampant in her blood. 

“No. No. No cocaine.” Tommy’s finger pointing down the line of boys with a set of instructions for each. “No cocaine. No sport.” He told John. “No telling fortunes. No racing.” He told Arthur, moving until he was in front of Lyssa and stealing the cigarette out of her lips and tossing it to the ground with that stern parental stare she loathed.“No drinking. No boys.” He commanded, Lyssa’s eyes growing wide and mouth dropping wide open in an almost comedic sight, ready to object to his ridiculous rules. 

But he was already off, moving to Finn without giving her a chance to breathe, grabbing each side of his cheeks in a tight grip. “No fucking sucking petrol out of their fucking cars.” He seethed, spinning around and marching over to Uncle Charlie lounging against the wall casually. “And, you, Charlie, stop spinning yarns about me, eh?”

“I’m just trying to sell you to them, Tom.” 

With a hand coming to pinch his eyes, in that typical sign of his overwhelming irritation, Tommy continued. “But the main thing is, you bunch of fuckers, despite the provocation from the calvary, no fighting.” His fury once again, making him step back up to John and Arthur. “No fighting. No fighting. No fucking fighting.” He fumes like a madmen, running up and down the line until he marches back into the center of the kitchen, holding his arms out wide. “No fucking fighting!” His voice bouncing off the porcelain walls with enough might that Lyssa was surprised hadn’t even managed to cause any one of the bustling workers to jump in fright.

Nodding to himself at the satisfying silence, Tommy brought his cigarette to his lips one more time, turning his head to the side to look at Lyssa, red in the face from the injustice she must be feeling. “All good with you, Lyssa?” He questions, clear in his voice that he wasn’t really caring for any opinions that his dear baby sister must feel.

“No wa-” Her objection not even a third of the way out her mouth before she was predictably cut off with a wave of his hand as he stomped his way over to her. 

“Good.” His tone final, as he cupped her cheek in his rough calloused hand and put a kiss to her forehead. The scene being abruptly ended by a poor misfortunate waiter mistakenly bumping into the pair, his fate being sealed as Tommy threw him down to the ground in one harsh shove while Arthur chose to throw some miscellaneous glass at the lad. 

Yet, while as entertaining as the moment might have been, all Lyssa could think about was how much she wished she was never born a Shelby. 

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Night had finally taken over, and despite Tommy’s strict instructions, Lyssa was predictably ignoring them. Though if Tommy thought that Lyssa would have been able to sit through the shit storm that was Arthur’s speech and not down at least an entire bottle of champagne, then he was truly going mad.

With the alcohol warming her blood and the bubbles rising to the tips of her head, Lyssa found herself wandering round and round the many halls of the house until she found herself stumbling outside to sneak a peek at Finn’s riding skills that had apparently been commissioned. 

Welcoming the night air into her lungs with a deep inhale, a fluttery grin stretched over Lyssa’s lips as she looked over to the blurry figures all crowding around the fire not too far away. Using the trees as her coverage, Lyssa sneaks to the edge of the party, peering around a large trunk. The alcohol in her veins not making her as foolish to believe that her older brothers wouldn’t crucify her to the spot if they saw she had snuck out to watch the men’s business. 

Watching as Finn crossed the finish line with large strides in front of his opponent, Lyssa’s smile grew impossibly larger, following him on his horse as he continues a few more feet before bringing the beast to a stop and dismounting her. Feeling braver in herself, Lyssa takes the potentially foolish move and ventures out of her hiding spot and over to her twin in a mad dash of wild dark curls bouncing in the wind behind her. 

“Well, well, well, and I was just starting to think that you were completely useless.” Lyssa teases, her brother whipping his head in the direction of her voice so rapidly he nearly tumbled over his own feet. A sight that already had Lyssa bursting into infectious giggles. 

“Lys, what the fuck you doin’ out here? If Tommy spots you-” Finn garbles out, tumbling over his own words as he looks over Lyssa’s shoulder frantically, scared of the thrashing both of them will probably earn if any of their older siblings catch Lyssa stumbling around in the dark. If it wasn’t evident enough, being the twin of Lyssa Shelby was one of the cruelest curses there was, and Finn was very much aware of that. 

“Calm down Finn, I thought your recent victory would have you in better moods.” Lyssa jokes, an uncontrollable round of drunken giggles falling out of her lips in the most obvious of ways. The very sight of it, making Finn spout every cuss he knew under his breath. 

“And you’re off your fucking arse. That’s just bloody great that is.” He mutters, running a hand down his face like he’s some old fucking soul having to babysit some demon child. It continuing to be absolutely hilarious for Lyssa to witness. 

“Jesus Finn, sometimes I think I have more balls than you do.” She jokes playfully, hands coming to rest on Finn’s shoulders as she gives him a light shake. “Come on brother, just let me have fun for only this night, eh?” Pretty blue puppy dog eyes staring hopefully up at him, that Finn was almost sure might even manage to get the likes of stone cold Tommy to bend to her will. 

“Yeah, come on Finn, the young lady here is just wanting to have a good time. I vote you let her.” An unfamiliar male voice comes injecting into the air before Finn even had a chance to inevitably cave into her demands. Rowdy laughter falling at its heels as the two siblings turn with furrowed eyebrows to a small group of four or five boys crowding a few steps away from them. 

Suit jackets long forgotten, with only their crisp white shirts on display and loose bow ties hanging around their necks while a bottle of dark amber liquid gets passed back and forth between them all. Yet, there was no need for questions on who decided to put their opinion forward, as in the middle of the joyous group laid a man with glistening eyes and a snake charmers smile, both of which being directed on the youngest Shelby. 

With a new sense of thrill coursing through her veins, Lyssa turned to the unknown boy with a smirk tugging at her lips while the fire burning beside them created shimmering patterns on her jet black curls. “And I’m guessing you have suggestions on how I should spend this good time.” She teased, not even having to look towards Finn to know the face he was predictably pulling. 

“A few come to mind.” He replies, an annoyingly arrogant grin painted on his face as he attempts at closing the gap between them. 

Where she was sure that this mystery charmer was expecting the usual routine of girls crashing down on their knees for him after giving them one small ounce of his prestige attention, Lyssa was much too stubborn to fall under some rich boys tricks. “Sorry pretty boy, but if I was to have one night of freedom, I wouldn’t be turning to you.” She retorted, the show of turning her body away from his and back towards an impatiently anxious Finn not fooling many for the need this girl is obviously wanting to be chased.

“And why’s that?” He calls out once more, determination mixed with the necessity to prove his manly bravado to the group of his friend spectating, not faltering his efforts. 

Turning her head back towards him with a sickly sarcastic smile, Lyssa couldn’t stop her champagne-filled mind from blurting out the first snarky thing she came up with. “The kind of excitement I’m looking for wouldn’t end in a couple minutes.” That smile of his only seeming to lift higher from the fiery girl’s venomous tongue, while the loud obnoxious laughs and shouts echo behind him from his fellow companions.

Though Finn was in no mood for such amusement, as he quickly spots that familiar hunched over figure marching over to the spot he was regrettably standing. So, with hurried movements, Finn grabs a hold of Lyssa’s shoulder and whispers down in her ear, away from the continued laughter the boys relent in stopping. “Alright I think it’s time you get back inside, yeah? I think I see Arthur coming over.”

With a clarity bursting through her tipsy haze, Lyssa’s eyes grow wider than they already comically were as she mutters a fuck under her breath as her gaze too lands on the unmistakable sight of her moustache owning brother rapidly coming their way. Swiveling around to face her charmer, Lyssa rushes out a somewhat goodbye, “Well, as entertaining as this was, I’ve got to go.” 

Without even waiting for the confused ramblings she was certain were going to be called after her shadow, Lyssa’s long lanky limbs sprinted back towards the golden archway beckoning her safety away from overprotective bodyguards. Yet, as predictable as it was annoying, a harsh calloused grip grabs a hold of her elbow and has he stumbling on her feet upon meeting the hard stone-like chest of her unknown creeper. 

But Lyssa isn’t given a moment to scramble and fidget against what could possibly be an overzealous drunken taking his chance on an unguarded companion, because their voice quickly squashes any fear and turns it into a completely different emotion entirely. “And what are you doing out ‘ere?” John’s hold on her arm growing to uncomforting levels. 

“John, let me go!” Lyssa whined, pulling and tugging against him no matter how futile it was seeming to be. 

“Not until you tell me, why me little sister is running round in the dark, stinking of booze worse than fucking me and Arthur put together.” John demanded, and despite having no where near the amount of fear imposing aura that Tommy exudes, he actually managed to cause of flutter of panic in Lyssa. 

Stopping her weak attempts to break free, Lyssa’s eyes move sheepishly downcast as she tries to avoid meeting John’s crazed parental stare that she honestly didn’t know he had the capability to possess. “I just wanted to see the races, ok?” She meekly responded, her words coming out slightly muffled and only reducing her to more of a child-like standard. 

Finding it near impossible to maintain his gruff persona, especially when his baby sister was looking more and more like that naive little 10 year old she had been when he came back from the war, John relented his grip and blew out a heavy sigh. “Fine, alright, but you best get back inside. There’s some fucking shit happening on tonight and Tommy will have a fucking fit if you get mixed up in it, yeah?” Lifting up her chin with his index finger til she met his gaze, with that new troubling curiosity. 

“What’s going on?” She questioned with newfound excitement, the world of the Peaky Blinders always providing her with this bursting want to know more and more, until she possibly couldn’t store all the information away.

Yet, it seemed that thirst for knowledge wasn’t well appreciated by her other family members, as with an unavoidable slap across the back of the head, John cursed her off with a less than gentle shove back in the direction of the golden archway. “What did I just fucking say? Get back inside.” And with her better judgement, Lyssa went on her way back inside, unbeknownst to the fascinated eyes trailing behind her. 

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Lyssa had actually managed to listen to her brother this time, knowing just the one thing not to fuck with was, business. As despite the many adventures of her life and the many troubles she has tumbled in, never once has she been brazen enough to battle with the dangerous underworld her family seemed to encompass. 

Tommy saw to it that the littlest of his siblings stayed in the shadows of the gangsta lifestyle he committed himself to, the only gift they were given being a silent bystander in the background of family meetings out of the courtesy the title has. Family. But otherwise, Lyssa and Finn were to keep their hands clean from the blood and dirt, that he was sure would have rottened them down until they were just as broken as the three worn torn brothers battling their demons at every crossroads. 

Granted he may have been more lenient when it came to the activities he chose to include Finn in, but no chance between an inch of his life would he ever beckon Lyssa into it. And he did to warn her as such at every opportunity that was given to him. 

So, with the new damper in moods, Lyssa saw it best to camp out in Tommy’s office alongside a large bottle of champagne. It being the safest of whereabouts in order to not accidentally tumble onto a scene she should very much not be anywhere close to, so as to avoid a thrashing from either her aunt or brother that would have the back of her head sore in the morning to come.  

Roaming around the large - potentially obnoxious - room, Lyssa lazily snooped through all the pictures littering the mantles whilst taking leisurely sips from the bottle in her hand. Not even taking too much notice to the sound of the creaking door being opened behind her. 

“And here I was thinking that I had simply made you up.” A voice called out, that same voice that secretly nearly had her swooning earlier in the night. It causing her to spin on her heels to look at the painfully stunning boy leaning against the door with one hand on the handle.

“Did I really hurt your ego that badly that you’ve come searching for me?” She teased, that playful smile crossing her face once more as she watched him daringly inch further into the room and shut the door to a solid close behind him. A perfect smile of his own sitting on the corner of his lips so enticingly. 

“More my pride.” He replied, his feet taking him further into the fire lit room while Lyssa remained off to the side, eyes never falling apart from one another. 

“You’re a prideful man then? I must saw I was hoping for something not quite so predictable.” Lyssa snarked back, breaking off the locked gaze as she moved herself over to Tommy’s large desk to fully lean on, the painfully constrictive shoes forcing her feet with some much needed relief. 

“So you admit that you were hoping for something?” He switched back onto her, that damn smile too dazzling to not draw Lyssa back in to that equally as dazzling face. 

“I admit nothing.” Lyssa surprised by her own control to keep her voice level and chin pointed upwards, even with his continued path gaining closer and closer to small frame. 

A small breathy laugh leaves his lips at her unwavering stance, the sound being enough for Lyssa’s grip round the bottle to tighten ever so slightly. It was really beginning to irritate her slightly that nearly everything he did seemed to make him more attractive. 

“To answer your question, if I’m a prideful man? The answer is no.” The proximity between them melting until it was nearly nothing, his hand coming to unlatch hers from around the champagne bottle to put it on the desk beside her. His warm breath fanning Lyssa’s rosy cheeks. “But you set me a challenge. And I’m never the one to back down from a challenge.” 

He was towering over her now, hands coming to gingerly place themselves on either side of her waists while hers remain frozen to her sides, all of Lyssa’s brain function flying out the window. She was shocked that she was capable of uttering out any more words. “I don’t remember any challenge.” Her voice just above a whisper at this point, as if they were in a bustling room trying to keep their conversation quiet enough so they would be the only ones that could hear it. 

In an action that made an audible gasp come falling out of Lyssa’s mouth, his hands on her waist tightened and lifted her up and onto the desk with his new place being found between her newly opened legs. All sense of space completely banished as her hands came to grip on his most likely expensive suit jacket while his remained fierce on her waist. 

Lips a mere inch from one another, Lyssa’s darkened eyes found his as he uttered his next words. “You reckoned I could only last a couple minutes. I’m here to prove you just how wrong you are.” Without a moment even to let his words sink in, his lips were crashing into Lyssa’s, no tender moment shared but only a lust filled battle for dominance that the Shelby was happy in conceding in. 

Her hands winding up to take purchase in the soft tendrils of his hair on the back of his neck, her sharp nails digging in roughly that left a gaspy growl fall into her mouth. His movements not being any gentler as the grip on her waist tightened impossibly firmer, pulling her into his hard chest while remaining seated on the desk. 

With nearly all the air being sucked dry from their lungs, both parties pulled away only by a hair, their heavy breathing filling the silence that is quickly replaced by an abrupt breathy moan coming out of Lyssa’s mouth as he moves down to place hot wet kisses down the length of her neck. Expertly finding the sensitive spot just in the crook of her neck, below her earlobe, causing a euphoric feeling of bliss taking form in a multitude of quiet moans filling the air.

The sound being enough for Lyssa to feel the breathtaking feeling of his hard cock beginning to bulge against the warmth of her inner thing. Greedy hands moving quickly to rid him of the belt constricting him away from her, the action alone admitting another guttural growl out of him as he moves his own hands down to her soft thighs. 

Mouths finding each other once again while the final pieces of clothing are stripped away from their most sensitive areas, Lyssa’s moans erupting in his mouth as she feels his cock aline to her slits. And with one slightly unexpected thrust, Lyssa wasn’t able to quieten herself as yet another moan slips out into the empty office. It echoing off the walls forcing her to move her mouth to his shoulder to muffle the noise, whilst he continued on with his mind fogging thrusts, getting deeper and harder at each movement. 

However, just as Lyssa began to feel the uphill climb begin towards her climax, the grand door blocking them off from the rest of the party comes swinging open in a rapid succession. The action immediately setting both Lyssa and....the boy who she has realised remained nameless throughout... into hurried and clumsy movements as they bounced off of each other and attempted of sorting their clothes in a stupidly inconspicuous fashion.

With the worst dread she has ever felt in her entire life, Lyssa locked eyes with Tommy, sliding off his desk and flattening out the end of her skirt with an awkward and uncomfortable smile stretching on her lips. She just watched Tommy stand there, his jaw visibly tight as his cold eyes continuously flicked back and forth between herself and the boy with his back turned to him still as he continued to readjust his cock back into his pants. 

The silence of it all torturous as Lyssa waited for Tommy to do something; whether that be to start screaming or pull the gun she knew he had hidden somewhere around his office and end the poor lads life right where he stood. “What is this then?” His voice chilling Lyssa straight down to her bones as he wafted his hand between the two of them, it terrifying her so deeply that all the words in her vocabulary had simply escaped her. It leaving her mouth to simply open and closed like some sort of pathetic fish thirsting for oxygen. 

“Eh?” He prompted, eyebrows raised so high that they were nearly falling under his hair. Heavy footsteps storming closer to the door left wide open, only to slam it close in a thunderous clap that reminded Lyssa of the storms that used to terrorize her as a child. “You see, cause from where I’m standing-” His footsteps bringing him back into the centre of the room, his eyes blazing fury as he meets Lyssa doe eyed gaze. “It looks like that I walked in on me 15 year old sister getting fucked by some stranger, on me own desk, in me own house, on my own fucking wedding night!!” He roared, his presence trapping Lyssa against the desk as he stood a mere two steps away from her, like the true lion that he is looming over his prey. 

“Mr Shelby, if I may say that I’m sorr-” The boy sputtered out, not even being able to get his flimsy excuse of an apology out before Tommy quickly strays away from Lyssa and goes marching over to him. 

Tommy’s hands find themselves wound tightly around the poor lads neck, pushing him into the hard wooden wall behind him with such might that it has him already gasping with a necessity to breathe instantaneously. Ignoring the shouts Lyssa gives him from her place against the desk, Tommy’s hands dangerously tighten as he leans further into the struggling boy’s face. “If you are not out of this house in 30 seconds, then me and me brothers are going to start slicing pieces off of you until no girl is ever going to be able to stomach looking at that face of yours again.” Giving him one last knock against the solid wall before he forces him to meet Tommy dead in his ice blue eyes. “Is that clear?”

His dark threats gaining a hurried nod from the boy, before he is quickly scampering out the room the moment Tommy relented his life threatening grip. The speed he was moving in that would’ve proven comical to Lyssa under literally any single other circumstance then the mortifying one she found herself drowning in.

The moment that the doors once again slammed with a heavy bang, Tommy managed to turn his attentions back onto his little sister, that same questioning look from before still painted on his features as their gazes locked onto each others. “So?” He prompts, motioning with his hands in an annoyed attempt to start hearing whatever tales and excuses she has on the tip of her tongue. 

Though, while Lyssa usually finds herself fully capable of combating any person, in any situation, with her witty remarks and scathing snars, she find herself for once in her life with a complete blank slate on what it is she could possibly respond with that wouldn’t make this all horrifyingly worse. “I’m not quite sure what you want me to say.”

Retreating back into the cold, quietly threatening state that Tommy so loved to impose on his sister, his ice blue gaze burrowed deep into the meak facade Lyssa tried to defend herself with. “How ‘bout you start with telling me how long it’s been going on.” He not so subtly demands of her, the thought of what she has been doing for god knows how long making his jaw clench into near teeth shattering tenseness. 

“How long what’s been going on? I just met the lad tonight! I-” Lyssa retorts back, her voice already raising to risky levels. 

“Hey!” He cuts her off, striding back towards Lyssa with a finger pointing right into the center of her face. “I have about a million fucking things going on right now and so one thing I really don’t need is your fucking cheek!” He boomed, only lowering his voice for a mere quarter of a second as his eyes grow scarily dark peering into Lyssa’s icy blue. “Now you’re going to explain to me why you think it’s right that you can go around fucking whoever you fancy like some common whore, when you are only 15 years old!” 

As the words leave Tommy’s mouth, all thoughts of fear for the wrath of Tommy Shelby dissipated into nothing but an overwhelming rage that was tearing up her insides into flares of flames. Pushing against his chest with a mighty shove, Lyssa watched as he stumbled with a deep satisfaction. “God, can you hear the amount of fucking hypocrisy-”

“Look at you using fancy words. At least I know that you’re still going to school.” Tommy snarks, antagonising her to the furthest of her wits end. The feeling of literal smoke coming out of her ears sounding too much like reality.  

“Fuck off.” She spits, marching right back up to his face with that infamous Shelby anger waging a war inside of her. “You know we are literally standing in a house you share with your new wife who I’m sure wasn’t the one to be waiting for any vows to spread her legs open for you. I mean there’s fucking living proof sleeping just above our heads yet I don’t see you calling her a fucking whore!” 

Hands gripping onto her jaw with a bruising force, Tommy seethed, “Oi, you say another word-.” 

Shoving his hands away from her, Lyssa let out a breathy humorless laugh. “Yeah I get it Tom. Big bad scary Tommy Shelby’s going to set me out straight. You don’t have to say any more.” 

A deafening silence rung in the air for much longer than was comfortable, both siblings simply staring at one another with harsh heavy breathing being the only thing that was left to fill the room any more. “Right.” Tommy muttered, reaching into his pockets for his trusty cigarettes. “You are obviously having too much fucking freedom down in Small Heath. So, starting tomorrow, I’m sending a few boys to come and pack up all your stuff to bring here. You’ll be living under my fucking roof, where I can keep an eye on you and where there are gonna be some strict fucking rules, that starting from now, you are going to follow.” Tommy listed off, that calm business-like stature oozing off of him in infuriating waves. 

Knowing that she was fighting against a losing battle, Lyssa tried to object in the service of her pride. “Tom, you can’t be serious!” 

“Oh I am, and if I here that you have been running off with any sort of boy, then you will get the fucking thrashing of your fucking life. Do I make myself clear?” Tommy threatened, and by this point Lyssa was not brave enough to combat against his dark intimidations. 

“Yes.” She uttered, any sort of adrenaline wearing off of her tired bones as she lazily met Tommy’s gaze with little interest. 

Tommy stood there studying her for a second longer, wondering if some sort of second wind was going to hit her. But with the pleasant silence, Tommy simply motioned to the door with equally as tired movements. “Good, now go up to the guest bedroom and sleep it off. Hopefully the hangover tomorrow will serve you as a good start to your punishment.”  

And so she did. Lyssa trudged through the party that was only beginning to wind down and up the grand staircase and into the room that had been assigned to her, only this morning. Flopping face first on the comforting mattress, willing sleep to guide her away from the madness of the Shelby clan and into a world of her wildest fantasies. Neither Tommy or Lyssa knowing the fate that had been sealed for her that night as new plots thicken and new enemies crawl out of their shadows with her position has now being maneuvered into the firing line. 

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A/N  So this is my first post on here. I’ve written fanfics before on Wattpad and stuff but the format on here is so different so I’m unsure how I feel about it so I would love some feedback and if anyone would like some more moments from Lyssa and the Shelby’s please hit me up

#peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy x grace #season 3 #arthur shelby #john shelby #polly gray #michael gray #oc #oneshot #ada shelby #smut #angst #fanfic

[murderdaddymayhem]

One Of The Clan - Otis Driftwood x Male Reader

 Synopsis: Otis comes out to the Firefly Family and tells them you're his boyfriend.

(Because who cares that they're a gross murder family, they're also really sweet with each other and super supportive so this is totally a thing, thanks)

Wanted to write more Otis x Male Reader for all you guys out there so here you go!! A cute emotional support fluff piece!!!!! (Also be warned there's like one mild slur but no homophobia or anything cause this fic is happiness only zone)

"How are you feeling?" you ask Otis, squeezing his hand. He looks over to you, sulking. 

"Like a million fuckin' bucks, thanks for asking." 

You shove him playfully, which turns into a dunking match. You finally see a smile clear up Otis' face, but it quickly disappears when he remembers what he's about to do. 

Otis met you about a year ago, at a bar somewhere outside town. He had quickly discovered that you were different from other people in the area, just like him, and instead of taking you back to the house to Chik-Fil-A you, he ended up kinda... sorta... liking you. 

You two had talked for hours, and he had felt more and more attracted to not only your appearance, but your personality. Otis was very selective about who he gave his time to, and you just turned out to be his favorite person to be around. Otis had brought you around the house a few times, and after a good few months of walking in on some form of anarchy, you had been accepted as a good friend of the family's. 

Of course there was one thing that presented itself as an obstacle (at least for Otis). He was adamant that guys just didn't do things like this around here, that if anybody saw you two together, god forbid in public, you'd be strung up on Dr. Satan's hanging tree. You had insisted you cared for him enough to brave all that, and he cared for you too, so you had kept your relationship under wraps. 

Until now. 

Otis had said something the other day to you on one of your long drives together in your pickup. (It was a favorite date activity of the two of you, other than coming along for a night of murder and mayhem, to drive for hours out into the Texan desert listening to old 70s music, philosophizing, and talking about life.) 

"What if my family doesn't want me around anymore if I tell em?"

You had turned off the engine, and sat there in the middle of the dusty plain, Gerry Rafferty's Right Down The Line playing on your beat up old car radio. 

"Tell them what?"

Otis had sat there for a long time. "Y'know, about... this whole thing." You had waited expectantly for him to elaborate, since your talk about using words. Otis had huffed, rolling his eyes. "Us, okay! The two of us." 

"I'm fairly certain that your family, who regularly chases people around in bunny onesies and holds ceremonial funerals for fun, wouldn't much care who you date or fuck."

Otis throws his head back against the seat. "Yeah but shit, this is different! They let me in, gave me a name I'm proud of, gave me a home. My own biological father used to beat me, call me less than shit, and all for..." He gestured to you and him. "For bein' me, I guess."

"It's fucked up," you say softly, taking his hand. 

"Yeah, you got that fuckin' right handsome." He had wiped his eyes. "And them back home... hell. It'd be close to testing their kindness to tell them I'm a queer at this point."

A silence enveloped you both as you switched the radio off.

"Why don't you try?" 

"They don't gotta know," Otis snapped, then looked at you, apology clearly written in his eyes. You had just nodded, used to his hurried responses. 

"What I mean is... if you're ready... you might feel better finding out if they really are there for you." 

He had looked at you, and you took off your shirt, handing it to him to dry his eyes. He used it, and tossed it back to you in a ball. You had laughed, and he had climbed on top of you in the driver's seat, sticking his knife in the seat recliner to make it flop down. 

"Mmf," you had complained, his lips smothering yours, "Thanks for breaking my seat." 

"Ain't nothing but nothing."

"Bu--"

"RJ can fix it," he had replied, before reaching down to your jeans. 

Now, four days after that night, he decided he was ready.

Mostly. 

Somewhat.

"You know, you don't have to do it today if you're not ready," you reassure him, but he takes your hand, grasping it tightly. 

"Damn it all to hell if I haven't spent all morning working myself up to this. I'm not lettin' that go to waste." 

With his usual headstrong determination, he walks through the front door of the house, past Baby's burnt doll collection. He walks on into the living room, where Mama's on the couch watching some show with Baby, Spaulding is in the kitchen, and Tiny is carving a pumpkin at the table.

"Otis, I love you honey, but get the hell outta the way," Mama says sweetly, "Svengoolie's on." 

"Fuck Svengoolie," Otis responds, and Tiny looks up from his work at the table, unsettled. Otis holds up a reassuring hand to him, and Baby finally looks away from the TV.

"Brought your friend?" She lets out a giggle, and waves to you. You haven't told Otis, but you're convinced Baby knows about you two already. 

"I've... got an announcement to make." Otis shifts around from foot to foot, still holding your hand. Seeing that Otis is serious, (and that he's holding your hand) Mama turns off the TV. 

"Who turned off the god damn television? I was watching that," Spaulding comes walking out of the kitchen, scratching his back with a wooden cooking spoon. "Oh. Hiya, you two." He scratches his head with the spoon, raising his painted clown eyebrows when he notices Otis has now got your hand in a deathgrip. "Somethin' we oughtta know, or can we keep watching the show?"

"Daddy, Otis is in love," Baby coos. 

"Hush now, angel, let Otis have his moment," Mama hushes, "Go on now, hun, tell us." Otis gives Baby the finger angrily. Baby sticks her tongue out at him in turn, and you shake your head. 

"(y/n) and I... are..." He clears his throat about five times, and RJ comes in the door, making a racket.

"RJ, shut the door, Otis wants to tell us something real interesting!" Baby says. RJ frowns, looking over, and Otis rolls his eyes, trying to get back on track.

"We're..." Everyone in the room is hanging on the edge of their seat in anticipation. Even Tiny is sitting forward expectantly. "We're...."

"You're what? Spit it out boy, haven't got all day to listen to you goin' 'we're... we're...' like some kinda yokel fuckin idiot," Spaulding calls.

"Yeah!" Baby yells. Tiny nods. 

"We're together, you impatient assholes!!" Otis blurts, holding you close to him, "This guy here. And me. We're together."

"Well, we can see you're--" Mama starts, then she has an epiphany. "OH! Oh my goodness..."

Everyone is quiet for a moment. Spaulding takes a deep breath, and drops the spoon. "I, uh..." he murmurs, "I'll be in the shop." Everyone waits, listening to him peel out of the yard in his car, and Mama waves a hand his way. Then she starts clapping.

"Oh, honey!!"

"I knew you swung different ways, big bro," Baby grins, jumping up and prancing around him, "But it's real swell that ya opened up that big mouth of yours and told us!" Tiny comes over and nearly crushes you and Otis together in a hug. Otis coughs a few times, and swats at him. RJ walks over, smiles a little (the most you'd ever seen him do so) and slaps you both on the back so hard it sends you stumbling. Then he leaves out back, off to do whatever the fuck he does. 

"You guys... don't mind?" Otis asks, and you smile his way. 

"Mind?! What the hell've we gotta mind about, you two are in loooove!" Mama shrieks. She gives you a huge hug and pinches your cheek. "Love is a beautiful thing that must be celebrated, no matter who it is between."

"Hey you must be real talented off your feet to net this one, if you know what I mean sugar," Baby says to you, and you blush as Otis glares. 

"Cut it out." 

"You cut it out!" 

"Fuck you!" 

"Fuck you!" 

You clear your throat, and Otis takes his place beside you again. 

"And... what about Cutter?" Your boyfriend's voice wavers a little, and he probably hates himself for it. Spaulding is like a dad to him, even if the two are rarely on speaking terms. 

"Don't know why daddy left," Baby shrugs. "Seems fucking weird."

"Don't pay no nevermind to that old clown," Mama huffs, "Actually-- you know what? I say we eat the dinner he cooked, then go out and pay him a visit, see just where his head's at. That ain't like him to just up'n leave like that."

"No, I--"

"Come on y'all, we's having a banquet then we’s goin' to the gas station!"

So, after a very nice dinner, everyone piles into the family car. You have to sit on Otis' lap to fit, which is okay with you and okay with him. Once you get to the gas station, Mama stomps out, ready to tear Spaulding a new one... but instead, she gasps.

"Oh, it's so bea-utiful!"

"Jesus Christ, woman, I wasn't even done," Spaulding comes out, complaining. Your face lights up as Otis' jaw hangs open. Tiny grins, and Baby squeals as you all gather around the shop that now has rainbow flags adorning everything. 

"Oh my god," you whisper, chuckling, and Otis turns around, face red. He walks right back to the car and goes to get in, but everyone drags him back out. 

"What do ya think?" the clown beams, "I'd say I outdid myself." He pulls the string on his skull bowtie, and goes "yaiyaiyaiyai." 

"It's amazing," you tell him, "Thanks, Cap." He puts a hand on your shoulder.

"This is an event, son! This is a cause for goddamn celebration, ain't no way I'm gonna miss it." He turns to Otis. "Now I called Charlie, he's gonna bring the girls and the good shit then we're all gonna have a big party tonight." 

"Aw shitfire," Otis mutters. Spaulding's eyes widen. 

"I dare you to complain! You got no idea how hard it was to reach the ass-backwards fucker, let alone find all this multi-coloured bullcrap in rural Texas to build a shrine for your homo ass!" 

"You didn't fuckin' have to, Cutter, I didn't specifically request you throw me a big fuckin' gay bash!"

"You-- shut the fuck up. Charlie's comin'."  

"I hate Charlie, that fuckin' nutsack." 

"Well he hates you too, but that's just cause you're an asshole."

"Not wrong," Baby hisses, dodging Otis' swipe. You nudge him. 

"Your family's happy for you. This is better than what you were imagining would happen," you whisper to him, and he sighs, giving you one of those deep looks you know so well that conveys everything he's feeling to you without words. He hates attention, but deep down you know he loves feeling appreciated-- you know that from your own relationship experience with him. 

A cop car suddenly comes driving by, and the window rolls down. You always get worried when that happens, but the others are used to it. Otis takes a few steps in front of you, protectively, and holds your hand. 

"Hi there, folks," Wydell says, tipping his hat, "Just asking people in the area if they've seen a missing g--" 

"Sheriff Wydell, you miserable motherfucker, GUESS WHAT?! " Spaulding yells, "My son got himself a BOYFRIEND! The anti social one?! Roped in this one right here, ain't he a looker?!" Mama nods excitedly, waving one of the little rainbow flags and pointing at you. The Sheriff awkwardly frowns, and nods slowly, noticing all the rainbow paraphernalia around the station. 

"That's... real nice. Y-You folks... have a nice day, then..." 

"Holy shit," Otis whines, wishing he could crawl underground to the family catacombs, and you kiss him on the cheek happily. 

"Here," Spaulding starts passing greasy paper bags around to everyone. "Tasty fried chicken for everyone to get this shindig going!" 

"Alright, fuck yeah," Baby giggles, and goes to dig inside for some booze as well. 

"Your chicken is fucking disgusting," Otis mutters, handing his extra bag to Tiny, though he can't help but smile a little. Spaulding gets right in his face with a pointed finger. 

"Boy, I'mma let you get away with your ass today, cause you're finally OUT OF THE CLOSET!" 

"Announce it to the whole state of Texas, why don't you old man?" Otis retorts, hiding deeper in his plaid sweater. You have to laugh. Tiny joins in, grabbing a rainbow party blower and deafening everyone. He then picks you up and puts you on his shoulders, and starts dancing, poking Otis to join in. 

"Oh, I... okay, stoppit, all of you, I just... alright, enough! Tiny, stop!"

"Ohh, but this is so exciting, baby!" Mama grins, trailing her flowy dress around. 

"Hell yeah!" Baby calls from inside, coming out with armfuls of beer, "My brother's got himself a pretty boy, let's get fucked up and do fucked up shit!"

Tiny plops a rainbow party hat on top of Otis' head, and your boyfriend sighs. 

"You know at this point, I would've preferred you kicked me out of the family or something."

"We'd never do that to ya, big bro," Baby smiles, leaning on his shoulder, "You're one of us." She turns to you. "And now it looks like you are too, (y/n)." 

Otis looks at you in irritation. "Lucky for you, babe." 

"I actually think I am pretty lucky," you smile, and embrace a big Firefly Family hug.  

#oops I kinda just forgot RJ was there #but then again so did Rob #the devils rejects #otis driftwood #gay otis driftwood #otis driftwood x male!reader #otis driftwood headcanons #otis driftwood x reader #reader x otis driftwood #male reader #otis driftwood x male reader #bill moseley x reader #bill moseley #slasher imagines #slasher headcanons #slasher fanfic #slasher fandom #captain spaulding #firefly family #otis x male reader #sherri moon zombie #baby firefly #rob zombie #rob zombie fanfiction #house of 1000 corpses #ho1000co #sid haig #three from hell #tiny firefly #pride

[citrine-elephant]

The Pit - Chapter 1

Zane hit the gas, swerving around the outcrop as his fellow Vault Hunters held on tight, cheering and hollering on. He didn’t have time to think as he caught sight of the rocket heading straight towards the technical. It hit the side of the vehicle, ripping through the metal like a saw blade through melted butter. The operative felt heat cross his body as he was thrown from the driver’s seat, catching one last glimpse of his fellow Vault Hunters tossed into the air, the wall of the explosion behind them and shrapnel flying out. His body hit the ground first with an audible crack, then his head slammed into the dust. Everything went black after that.

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Ringing filled the man’s ears. His head spun as he tried to grasp reality, in and out, in and out. Zane reached out his arm to pull himself forward, falling back into the dust as his vision went out again. As he came to once more, his eyes caught sight of his friends lying on the ground far out of reach. He wasn’t sure if they were dead or unconscious at this point, but he felt a panic in his throat.

“Amara…” Zane wheezed, reaching his hand out again, trying desperately to pull himself towards them, “Moze… FL4K…”

Zane caught sight of movement in the distance. Shapes that didn’t make any sense to his dazed mind… at first. But then, he saw them. Bandits.

“Amara…! M-Moze… FL4K…!” the operative squawked out, managing to finally pull himself an inch forward. 

Shite, bandits were on their way and his friends were… status unconfirmed…

Zane tried to get up, but his body wouldn’t respond. Shite, shite, shite! The operative hissed through his teeth as he pulled himself another inch forward, feeling a sharp jolt through his side. Something wasn’t right. His body was not working like it should. He was familiar with pain and agony, but this? This was something else. He’d never been so close to death before. 

The bandits were fast approaching. A whole hoard of them, all rushing forward. Psychos, tinks, goliaths, bruisers, maulers… It had to have been the entire clan heading towards the Vault Hunters…

The operative let his head fall back down into the dust. He was exhausted and in pain and just wanted to know if his friends were even alive or not. As he watched the bandits come closer and closer, he knew he had to act fast. Hands reached for where he kept his remote digistructor, but… it wasn’t there. He tried to send out SNTNL, but it wouldn’t summon. Of course, his luck was down.

The sound of the bandits grew louder and louder when suddenly Zane noticed his remote digistructor in the dust, some distance from him. A feat large and great for his tormented body, but not impossible. The operative bared his teeth as he began to crawl, one arm after the other, inch by inch, towards his gadget. Louder and louder, the bandit’s war cries grew, and closer and closer he got… but why did it seem so far away?

“What do we have here, fellas? A couple a’ dead Vault Hunters?” Zane wasn’t too late, he had to keep trying. He couldn’t give up now, he was just a foot away, all he had to do was keep going, keep crawling, keep-

“Hey, hey! This one’s still alive!” one of the bandits called as footfalls in the sand grew close.

Zane’s fingertips touched the remote digistructor right before it was kicked from his reach. Shite, he really was too late. 

“Not so fast, old man!” the man’s smile was heard in his voice. 

The bandit crouched down, picking up the remote digistructor. He was masked, clothed like a regular old bandit. The bandit wasn’t very remarkable, but the crowd was intimidating in the Vault Hunter’s state. 

“Without your little toys, you’re worthless, ain’t ya?” the bandit teased, tossing the gadget up in the air and catching it. 

“Feck you…” Zane spat, his fist clenched in the dust. He watched as the other bandits surrounded his friends… No… No! “Get away from them!” 

The crowd of bandits started to pick at the other Vault Hunters like vultures, pulling whatever they could off of them.

“Ya bloody bastards!” the operative hissed, making an attempt to lunge forward before a foot stomped hard on his spine. He let out a cry of pain.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, blondie…” the bandit behind him scolded, “You’re not going nowhere.”

“I’ll kill ye!” Zane cried out as he tried to pull himself from under the bandit, reaching his hands out desperately to crawl forward, “I’ll kill all of ye!” 

“Sure you will,” the bandit in front of him practically rolled his eyes through his mask. The masked bandit motioned his head towards the one with his foot on Zane’s back.

The weight on the operative’s back shifted as a knee dug right into his spine. Zane gasped as the weight dug into his back, hands wrapping around his wrists. 

“What are ya doing?! Get your hands off of me!” the Vault Hunter commanded, struggling to pull his hands free, but the man holding them was stronger.

Zane’s hands were pulled behind his back as he cried out, rope wrapping tightly around his wrists before he could even think. He grimaced as the ropes were pulled tighter, his fingertips beginning to tingle. 

“I said get off of me!” the operative demanded, writhing with as much strength as he could muster, which wasn’t very much, “Let me go!”

“Get his legs,” the bandit on Zane’s back commanded.

Hands took hold of his legs. The Vault Hunter would have kicked if he could muster the strength in his legs. All he could do was yell as the ropes tightened around his ankles, until they took that away from him.

A hand grasped the man’s jaw and forced it open. Another hand shoved a rag into his mouth before pulling it tight behind his head. Zane tried to speak, to protest, but all that came out was muffled nonsense. 

“What do we do about the others?” one of the bandits asked.

“Leave ‘em to the skags. We got what we came for,” the one on Zane’s back responded, before the weight lifted. 

Before he knew it, the operative was being moved, dragged through the dust by his legs. He cried out a muffled sound and struggled to free himself, but it was all useless. He was alone… But as Zane was being taken away from the scene, his eyes caught sight of his friends. One last look at them… And another set of eyes looking back at him...

Amara was still alive.

/////

Zane struggled in the grasp of the bandits, having gained some sense of strength back, before he was tossed through a doorway. The door slammed shut just as the operative slammed onto the concrete, unable to catch his fall on account of still being tied up. 

A grunt escaped past the gag as he felt blood drip down his chin from the fall. Zane strained himself to sit up, finding that familiar sharp pain in his side as he tried. He gave up trying to sit up and instead tugged his legs up towards his chest and reached his hands down towards his ankles. One way or the other, he was getting out of those ropes.

Zane’s fingers latched onto the rope, reaching blindly around the bindings for the knot. As soon as his fingers caught it, he went at it trying to untie it. He tugged and pulled and soon, he loosened it. The operative worked quick at pulling the ropes off of his legs.

Now, the hard part. Zane tried once more to lift himself up, but the pain in his side was something else. He hissed through the gag as he forced himself up, pushing himself through the agony that soon erupted. The operative cried out as he finally got to his knees, stopping there. He doubled over, unable to tend to the injury. But he had to move. He had to get his hands free and he had to get out of there. 

Zane took a moment to breath before pushing up on one leg, moving the other. With a struggle to keep his balance, he made it to his feet, taking a second to make sure he wouldn’t fall over and crack his head on the cement floor. 

The operative managed to stay balanced. He took a glance around his small enclosure, looking for anything to cut his binds. Bandits were keen to leave a mess anywhere and they would have surely left something sharp around.

Bingo!

Zane’s eye caught the wall. Metal sheeting was propped up against it. It was unassuming, not something to really think about a captive using for escape, but the operative knew a thing or two that the bandits didn’t. Quickly, he moved towards the sheet. His mind had to think without his hands as he tried to figure out how to move the sheet so that he could cut the ropes. The operative thought for a second, before realizing what he would have to do. 

Zane kicked over the metal sheeting onto the floor, before kneeling down. He took a second to collect himself before he let himself fall onto his side, a cry ripping through his throat. The man hissed and groaned, writhing on the cement, before he forced himself to move. 

The Vault Hunter inched his body towards the sheet of metal, getting one hand under it and grasping it with the other. He lifted it up as much as he could and wiggled his leg under it, propping it between his legs. The man went to work as soon as he got the sheet in place, rubbing the ropes on the edge. 

Bam! The ropes gave way and soon he tugged his hands free, immediately reaching for the cloth in his mouth and pulling it away. Zane coughed and spat, throwing the cloth away from him as he lay there, breathing. 

But again, he couldn’t stop there. The operative was now unbound, but he was not free. Not yet. He could now get to his feet easier, but it was still a struggle. The man rolled onto his stomach, pushing up on his hands. The pain bursted in his side again, but not as bad as before. He groaned as he pushed himself to his knees and then up to his feet. 

Now was the time to make a plan. Zane looked around again, seeing… not much. There were scattered papers and posters, a broken toilet, and piles of litter in one of the corners. The man sighed and went for the pile. He had to look for something, something other than his fists, to defend himself. 

Digging in the mess, he didn’t find much. Just boxes and trash. But then, a broken shard of glass! Perfect! It would give him a fighting chance, it would give him something. Sure, they had guns, but if he could just get out of this room, he knew he could get his hands on a gun. 

That’s when he noticed his face reflecting in the shard. Handsome as always, but looking worse for wear. Dried blood caked the side of his face and down from his nose while fresh blood scarred his chin. Bruises dusted his skin, lining his cheek and chin. 

Zane took a moment to really look at himself. His clothes… They were in tatters from the explosion. Cuts and scratches lined his body. Dried crimson speckled his skin. Bruises marked him. Hell, he probably had broken a few ribs, now that he thought about it. 

Shite, he wasn’t looking too good… But he had to get out of there any way he could. 

Then he remembered Amara. Amara was still alive. The Siren… If she was still alive, there was a chance Moze and FL4K were, too. And there was also a chance they would be looking for him. 

Zane couldn’t rely on an outside rescue, however. He had to focus on what he could do now, instead of sitting around and rotting in that prison. He took the shard of glass and walked towards the door.

All he had to do was wait.

/////

The door swung open. As soon as the bandit entered the room, Zane moved. He lunged towards the thinly built man, ramming the shard into the bandit’s eye socket. The bandit lurched back, a scream ripping though his throat as his hands wrapped around the glass. Zane took his opportunity and shoved his body into the captor, pushing him out of the way. The operative ran. 

“Hey!” a voice shouted.

“Get him!” another called.

Luckily, Zane was quick on his feet. He had found his strength through the couple of hours of waiting, his adrenaline pumped through his veins. He was making it out of there. 

The operative rammed his body into the bandit blocking his way, taking him to the ground. Pain ripped through his side again, but Zane fought through it, tearing the gun from the bandit’s hands. He turned the SMG towards the bandit and fired, his head splitting open and brains exploding onto the ground. Quickly, the operative pushed himself off the bandit and stumbled to run, managing to catch his feet right. 

The man darted up the stairs of the bunker, firing at every bandit he saw and pushing them aside as he moved. He couldn’t stop. He had to move.

Zane took a turn, a mistake he quickly regretted. It was a large, open room, with the roof cracked, letting in the Pandoran sunlight. It was filled to the brim with bandits.

Quickly, the operative ducked behind a large wooden box as bullets flied.

“The Vault Thief escaped!” a bandit cried.

“Don’t let him get away!” called a different voice.

“Try and catch me!” Zane yelled, peeking his head above to fire. 

The operative fired his weapon, spraying the crowd and hitting a few. The bandits fell down with screams as Zane took cover once again. 

“Keep him alive, idiots!” a deep voice boomed, “Stop firing!”

“He’s gonna kill US, though!” 

“I want him ALIVE, damn it!” the deep voice demanded.

Zane peered from cover to fire again. He hit another bandit before his gun ran dry.

Shite!

The operative thought to himself how to move forward. He was stuck, but if they didn’t want to kill him, maybe he could run…

Zane looked around the box to the room and made his decision. He lunged into a run and sprinted back from where he came in an attempt to correct his wrong turn. No luck as the bullets flew by, a hoard of bandits were coming up the stairs as well.

The operative tossed the gun into the crowd before taking his chances further through the bunker. He ran past the bandit filled room and down a hallway, facing yet another set of stairs. This set, however, had light at the top. Zane ran for it. 

Voices shouted from below as Zane gunned it. He made it to the top, but his luck did not return there. A bandit camp, and he was right in the middle of it. The operative stopped for only a second to curse under his breath, then quickly moved again, trying his best to avoid the fire. 

“Keep the old man alive!” that deep voice boomed over the speakers, “Do NOT kill him or I’ll skin the bastard who does alive and feed their eyes to my skags!” 

The fire stopped and all went quiet, besides the sounds of the Vault Hunter’s footfalls in the dust. Then a loud pop. 

Zane hit the ground hard. He gasped for air, clawing at the ground, as he tried to catch his breath. Something was wrong, worse this time.

“You idiot!” that deep voice screamed, not through the speaker, but from a ways behind the operative.

The Vault Hunter felt himself bleeding. Heavily. 

“Goddamn it, he better be alive, or I’ll have your scalp!” the voice was closer. 

Zane could feel the bullethole in his flesh. Right in his back. He could feel the warmth of blood pooling around him and flowing from the wound.

“Hey!” the voice called from behind him, “Hey, old man!” 

The operative gasped in, fists digging into the sand.

“Vault Thief, are you still with us?” the voice was over top of him now.

The figure came into view. Crouching in front of Zane was a fairly built man, dressed in bandit robes and a makeshift crown. His hair was dark, long, and flowing and his eyes stood out. A bright, almost glowing, light blue.

Zane’s head was suddenly pulled off the ground by his hair. 

“Blondie?” the bandit royal asked, looking into Zane’s pained eyes.

Zane groaned, grasping at the bandit’s robes.

“Oh good, you’re still with us. I’m sorry about that bullet. My crew’s going to get a talking to about that one…” the dark haired bandit apologized.

The operative felt himself slipping. 

“Hey! Don’t pass out of me!” the bandit demanded, using his other hand to slap the man across the face, “You’re not out of the clear. You killed some of my men in your little escape attempt.” 

“Go… feck yourself…” Zane croaked out with as much energy as he could summon.

“Cute,” the bandit smiled, dropping his head. 

The operative’s head fell into the dust and he let out a grunt.

“Get him fixed up. And this time, don’t let him escape,” the leader, Zane presumed, called out to the other bandits.

The bandits soon swarmed on Zane. One particularly large bandit picked the operative up and slung him over his shoulder. Soon, they walked back towards the bunker, when Zane fell unconscious. 

/////

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Home Is Where Your Heart Is (Sawyer x MC)

A/N: Finally took the time to write a Sawyer fic. Only and mainly because I replayed BSC and I missed Sawyer, simple as that. I enjoyed the calm book and even though at first I questioned it getting a sequel I immediately realized “Hey that means more Sawyer! Whoop Whoop!” This is an omniscient POV and takes place in the last scene of the final chapter of book 1. I want an to add an extension of how Roxie  leaving the Oakley Ranch initially affects everyone, mainly Sawyer. And I took some dialogue from the scene and either changed it or added some of my own.

Summary: When Sawyer realizes Roxie has left he immediately runs to bring her back home to where she belongs, with him.

The streams of the early morning sun gently woke Sawyer from his slumber. He slowly sat up in his bed mindlessly rubbing his eyes until he gradually felt less groggy.  As he became more conscious his mind immediately found the person he dreamt of the previous night.

“Roxie…” he whispers aloud to himself.

He smiles as for next few minutes he pictures her. Her thousand-watt smile that would reach her hazel-green eyes to her witty comments, and how everyday when they would watch the sunset the Montana Sun would glisten off her penny hue skin. One of his hands runs through his dirty blonde hair as he just grins at how happy he feels. He removes himself from his bed to get dressed for the day. He slips each leg into his blue jeans, pulls and buttons them up, before turning to his dresser to reach for his signature red plaid shirt.

As he buttons it up, he then reminisces through everything he and his family has been through the last few weeks. Made possible because of the raven-curled beauty across the hall. He thinks of how lucky he is that her car broke down near his home instead of somewhere else. How things haven’t been the same but for the better. His thoughts soon wander to a more intimate nature, memories of all the times they made love. He involuntarily shivers as he remembers how soft she felt against him to her delicate hands that would glide across his torso and make him feel as if he was on fire, and how she fit so perfectly enclosed in his arms as if she was made for him and only him to hold.

He’s broken from his inner thoughts by a sharp glint of light that hits his eye. He swiftly raises his hand to block the light and moves closer to his window to see what’s it from. Peering outside he notices it’s from Roxie’s side view mirror on her car that’s slowly pulling out his driveway. Confused at her car leaving he finishes the last button and quickly runs out his  room down the steps. Before reaching the front door he sees a piece of paper on the kitchen table in his peripheral view and stops to hold it in his hands. Reading the note he crumbles it before tossing it and attempts to catch up with Roxie.

“Hey! Roxie!! Stop!”

His words are lost in the dust that builds in the air from where her car pulled off. Distraught he runs back inside slamming the screen and main door loudly and paces inside the living room, wondering if he did something to upset her. His boots stomping back and forth which causes footsteps up above making their way down the stairs.

Sawyer barely looks up from his movement and ignores Duke and Brooklynne as they enter the room.

“What the hell is goin’ on? You’re waking up half the house.” said Duke annoyed.

“Yeah, Uncle Sawyer it’s like seven in the morning and I actually get to sleep in  today.” Brooklynne whined rubbing sleep out her eyes.

“God Damn it! Roxie just left!”

Shocked at the tone of her Uncle’s voice, she steps backs and presses into her father.

“Jeez take it down a notch Sawyer, you’re scarin’ Brooklynne.”

“I can’t just take it easy, Duke. Roxie just left a goodbye note.” Sawyers voice raises even louder.

“What’s with all that hoop n hollerin’. You boys better not be fight’n it’s too early for this nonsense.”

Cliff’s gruff voice rings clear as he makes his way down the steps joining the rest of the Oakley clan in the living room. Finally calming his erratic movement Sawyer picks up the note he crumbled and handed to Duke. He plops himself on a nearby couch with a forlorn look and buries his face in his hands. As Duke unravels the note he reads aloud to the rest until  reaching the end.

“She just left. After…everything.” Sawyers voice rings out softly stricken with hurt.

The others look to amongst the other questioning what to do. All saddened by the news at Roxie leaving, Brooklynne’s lips quiver, while Duke crosses his arms staring at the floorboards. Cliff has a grave expression before it disappears just as fast it came. He’s the first to speak.

“Well, I’ll be damned. I thought I raised you better.”

Sawyer lifts his face out of his hands and glances towards his father

“What are you talkin’ about dad.” he says tiredly

“I’m talkin’ about how you’re lettin’ the girl of yer dreams waltz out of yer life. I thought that I instilled in you boys to fight for what you want.”

“But-”

“But nothing. It’s obvious that this girl ain’t like the others. Meaning you can’t find another like her around these parts. She’s one of a kind and y’all made a connection. Lord knows the two of ya kept me awake some nights partaking in your funny business, making a lot of noise…”

Sawyer blushes at his father’s words “Dad..”

“What I’m getting at is you really care about her you’d fight for her. You done gon’ and already burnt up enough time. Go after her son and bring her home or you just going to give up?”

“Yeah, I agree with grandpa. Roxie is the best and this place won’t be the same without her. Plus I was getting used to having a cool aunt.”

“Brooklynne!” Duke chastised his daughter’s implication.

“What daddy?! She basically was. And if grandpa is telling it like it is so should I. Uncle Sawyer, excuse my language everyone but get off your ass feeling sorry for yourself and chase after her.”

“Brooklynne. You’re on thin ice. But seriously brother, what are you waiting for talking to us still? I’d be down the driveway already.”

Extending himself upright again and standing straight Sawyer’s face breaks into a determine look and smiles at everyone before rushing out the door towards the barn to grab Dolly. As he quickly grabs her from her pin and outside he hoists himself onto her.

“Come on girl. Let’s go get her.”

The horse neighs in response to Sawyer and begins to swiftly ride down the way towards driveway. The wind hits his face stinging him but he doesn’t care.

Some time passes as Sawyer and Dolly make their way onto a lone highway. He’s praying that he isn’t too late.As they press a little further, he slows Dolly down to give her break from such speeds.

“Easy girl. I know you gave it your all. How about a nice trot for the moment.”

She neighs back appreciatively and slows her pace. As they move along up ahead he notices a vehicle moving in front of them. Relief flooding his face, he nudges Dolly to pick up her speed just a bit more, and soon enough the car stops moving.

“Hey.” he calls out

“Hey.” he hears her reply softly.

He swings off Dolly and rushes towards Roxie’s car while she gets out to me him.

Huffing just slightly but able to make a sentence out Sawyer speaks

“Where’re you goin’?”

“Uh…Boston?”

“Boston?! Without even saying goodbye.” he whispers the last part as he steps closer to her. His fingers brushing a rogue curl away from her forehead

Roxie mouth opens and closes. She turns her head away from him and closes her eyes moving his hand away from her face.

“Sawyer…I..” her soft voice fades out..

Sawyer shakes his head disbelievingly. His eyes glistening.

“Seriously Roxie? Did everything that’s happened the last few weeks mean so little to you?”

Roxie whips her face so her eyes burn into Sawyer’s. He can see small tears slowly rolling down her cheek.

Her voice wavers slightly as she talks

“God no, Sawyer! I couldn’t say goodbye because the last few weeks have meant everything to me. I couldn’t even look you in the eye to tell any of you goodbye last night. Every time I tried  to tell someone, I just couldn’t do it, especially to you. It hurts so much. I know it’s selfish, but I didn’t want to hurt myself anymore as it did for me to drive away this morning.”

Sawyer reaches for her hand as his eyes silently pleaded with her. Hers seem to look intensely back at him gazing at every small detail on his face.

“Then why you leavin’.”

She takes a deep breath.

“I got an job offer for my dream job…one that I couldn’t possibly refuse. Not after I worked so hard for it…”

He stays quiet for a few moments. He looks away briefly and down the road leaving Montana.

“I understand.”

“You do?”

“Of course. I don’t wanna take your dreams from you, Roxie. I wanna make them come true. And if this is the way to do that…We’ll all miss you. I’m going to miss you.” he turns to stare into her somber  hazel eyes as he says the last part.

He hopes his eyes convey all the emotions he feels about her that he can’t find the words to say. His arms encircle her small frame and pulls her so close that she’s molded into his chest, her citrus perfume tickles nostrils as he leans down  to press a chaste kiss to her forehead before pulling back.

Tears are still rolling down her face and he moves his hand to wipe them away

“Please don’t cry. An angel should never cry.”

“Sawyer…I’m going to miss you so much.”

He lets go of her and lets on fingertip slowly graze down her face before he walks back to Dolly only to stop a few feet away before turning around again.

“You know, my dad was talkin’ last night about offerin’ you a permanent position here on the ranch.”

Roxie calms her tears and takes a deep breath

“He was?”

Sawyer looks down to kick imaginary pebbles around with his boots

“Yeah. You’re basically family now. That is if you wanna be…”

He looks back at her with hopeful eyes. He watches as her face contemplates the information he just shared.  As he waits expectantly he notices his favorite smile break out onto her face. His heart leaps in anticipation.

“Is that job offer still on the table?”

“Yeah, absolutely.”

“Good, because I think my definition of ‘Dream Job’ just changed.”

Sawyer lets out a yee-haw and runs to pick up Roxie and spin her around in joy. She squeals in surprise and amusement. Laughing at his antics.

“Aaah!! Sawyer, stop!  Let me go!” she giggled.

He sets her down gently and puts his hands on both of her cheeks and kisses her long, slow and passionately. Every ounce of fear, longing, and relief pour into the kiss. And after a few moments he pulls away allowing oxygen to enter their systems again and moves to pepper her entire face with chaste kisses.

“Never again.”

He moves his right hand to tangle into her black curls and pull into a heart-stopping kiss once more, their tongues battling for dominance. Roxie pulls away first this time. Her eyes closed with a serene look plastered onto her face.

“Good. Because I don’t plan on doing the same ever again either.”

“If you did I might have to make you pay.”

“Is that a promise Cowboy?” her eyes laced with mischief.

Smiling like a fool Sawyer smirks down at Roxie and scoops her bridal style in her arms towards Dolly.

“Oh, Sawyer wait. My car”

“It’ll be fine. Right now I want to get you home where you belong.”

“I’m home in your arms, Sawyer. Anywhere you’re at, I’m home.”

He looks at her softly as they reach Dolly and easily sets her onto the horse before hoisting himself up and signalling Dolly to take them back to the ranch. As they move forward Roxie’s arms instinctively hold tight onto Sawyer and leans her head onto his back feeling his strong muscles..

“You know, you’re not the only one with a new dream.”

“Really? What’s next for the great Sawyer Oakley.”

“Being with you.”

He turns his head as she lifts hers and their eyes meet.

“I know it’s been so fast and only a few weeks. But what we have is so special and once in life kind of thang. It’s still too early to say those three big words but understand Roxie that I’m crazy about ‘cha.”

She leans to press a soft kiss to his lips and pulls away.

“I feel the same, Sawyer. I’m falling for you.”

They both smile and enjoy the rest of the ride in silence as they make their way home.

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[21muffins]

Order Of The clan

Part one

'I've been sitting on the building for a good three hours now. The last tremor was showing that it should be here any moment.' the ground starts to shake and the building next to him starts to break apart. As it slowly descends something in the middle of the building is climbing it.

'I've got you now' a giant centipede head bursts out of the side of the building that it was climbing. Without for warning the man on the opposite building fired two shots into the opening of the hard exoskeleton and the soft flesh underneath. The man ducks under the cover of the ledge just in time for the two shots to exploded inside the centipede. Bits and pieces fall from the sky onto the cracked and broken roadways.

"Mission successful. I'm obtaining the piece we need right now." the man said into an ear piece.

"Good, return here when you have the piece in your possession."

"I need to take care of something first so i'll be over in about ten minutes."

"Alright but make sure you have the piece i need."

"Yeah yeah, will do. Seeker out." the man packed up his rifle and strapped it to his back. He scaled his way down the building and landed on the streets. He took a moment to look around at the buildings that were still standing. Most of them were broken and several didn't have nearly enough floors they had when they were still taken care of. Sighing he grabbed a few of the larger pieces of the exoskeleton from the road.

As he made his way down the roads he was pulled from his thoughts when someone started to shout.

"Hey! HEY!!" a young boy looking no older then ten with bright green eyes and brown hair came running over the the man. The man let out a tired sigh.

"I thought i told you to stay at the house?"

"You did but it gets so boring in there and you hadn't come home in over three hours, so i got worried. But they way you took out that giant insect was awesome!"

"Russel do what i tell you to do and stay at the house."

"But there's never anything to do when you're out."

"I don't care i don't want you to get hurt! I already have enough on my plate to deal with. And you know what it's like out here!"

"i- I'm sorry. I guess i didn't think about that." The young boy looked down at his feet and started to kick at the rocks. The man sighed.

"Hey drake?"

the man looked at the young boy with his turquoise eyes. "Yes Russel? What is it now?"

" Do, do you hate me?" Drake took in a sharp breath before putting his hands on Russel's shoulders.

"Hey look at me, Sure you might annoy me, and make me angry, and make me feel bad, but i could never hate you. Now come here." The man pulled the boy under his arm and gave him a noogy. After a bit of tussling the boy freed himself from the noogy.

"What was that for? I just brushed my hair!"

"Well looks like your going to have to brush it again. Now come on let's go home and get something to eat." They both walked quietly down the streets till they came to an old and rundown house. the house looked as though it went through a hurricane. The roof had several holes in it, several of the Windows were smashed to bits and the door hung loose off of its hinges. As they came to the house Russel went in and drake stars to fix the door.

After a few minutes of him messing with the door he finally gave up and left it there.

"Did you find anything good to eat?"

"Not really. Just some ramen and some crumbs of what's left of the bread. But the ramen should be done any minute."

"Looks like I need to make another trip to the store today."

" Let's eat first! Can have you be running on empty when your out there fighting."

Like the walk, the meal was rather quite until Russel ate to quickly and almost inhaled a noodle. As drake was almost done eating he looked at his watch and accidentally spit noodles on his brother.

"Sorry to do this Russel but I need to go."

" wait can I come!"

"No I need you to stay here and hold down the fort. Sorry but I need to leave before it gets any later. See ya later Russel!" With that drake ran out of the house while struggling to put the rifle on his back. Running at top speed he made it over to a small three story building.

Bursting through the front doors and running up a hidden set of stairs he came to what looked like a homemade scientific lab, with wires and computers all over the place, along with half built weapons scattered threw out the room. Taking up most of the room though was a tarp hanging from the sealing covering up part of the room.

Out of the corner of his sight he saw a chair turn.

"Ten minutes. You said that you would be back in ten minutes to give me what you got. Well your ten minutes was up about, let's see twenty minutes ago?" Drake slowly turned around and looked at the woman sitting in the chair.

Her ginger hair reflecting some of the light coming from the screens. ice blue eyes boring holes in his soul.

"You know something? I hate it when people are late. I remember once I made plans with someone but you know they didn't show up on time. And they left me waiting for a half hour. I didn't think that would happen again."

"Base it's not-"

"No I don't care just hand me the part and be off."

"Wait what about my pay!?"

"Oh that. Well you can get it next time. IF your on time."

'this women is evil.'

"Oh don't give me that look. Fine you can half of you pay you can earn the rest helping me out around here. Let's see. You can start by cleaning up the mess over there."

She points to a corner of the room that's filled with box's and spare parts. Some of the drywall is missing as well. There's also twenty or so large gears and springs stacked on top of each other.I

"I do have a life of my own. Unlike some one I know."

"Oh really know?! Well mister smart ass, maybe I won't give you anything! See if I care!"

"Well then you can't have the part! So in that case i will just leave and throw it away. It's not like I'm the one who needs it."

"Why you!" Base got out of her chair and stomped over to a safe and opens it. Grumbling the whole time about how she should have never hired him.

"Here take your dame pay and give me the part!"

"Thank you. And with that I'm going to the store. I can't be running out of food for my brother, now can i? Though if you need something I'll have my com On" with that settled drake left HQ with a rather in happy base working with the piece she got.

As he walked out of the store he saw them. Quickly moving behind a corner. It was simple to tell him apart from other people.

There hair a dark Brown almost black, and there eyes and uncommon dark red, with a smile almost too unnatural to be real. Drake could tell that they were looking for something or some one. As to not raise suspicion he came out from behind the corner and quickly walked pasted them. He felt a hand on his shoulder and almost dropped his bag.

"Sir you dropped this." Looking behind him he saw an older gentleman, no younger then 50, holding one of his bags filled with the udon that he bought just a few minutes ago.

"O-oh thank you." He took the bag out of the man's hand and thanked him again before walking way.

'fifty dollars for two bags of udon, some Mac and cheese, milk, eggs, and some bottled water. Man the prices just keeps going up. I'm going to have to regulate how much we eat again.' He let out a long sigh as came closer to there house.

Something was The door was completely gone and there was wooden splinters scattered around the ground. The Windows on the first floor that were still intacted were now shattered. Glass shards were like a minefield for people who didn't have shoes.

Adrenaline coursed threw him as he dropped the items that he bought and ran into the house. As quickly as he could be ran looking in all the rooms for Russel. When he got to the kitchen he found blood on the countertop along with a note. It was simple to tell that there was a struggle, utensils were scattered throughout the kitchen some having what looked like oil on them.

Drake snatched the note off of the counter. The more he read it the more the color drained from his face. As he reached the end of the note he dropped it and ran out of the house and towards HQ. The note fluttered to the ground and in neat cursive handwriting it read.

'we have your brother, if you want him back unharmed then you will stop stealing what is ours. Bring us what you have taken and we will discuss the trade. Fail to do this, you will never see him again an we will come for the girl. ~order of the clan'

(A\n) New story. Fine any mistakes (spelling or anything else) please let me know. Also let me know if you guys like this. It was an old one I wrote way back when and im rewriting it. Well fudge out.

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Real Funny - part 4

Something I’ve been slow cooking for a few years, a little all over the place. Some plot pieces aren’t mine, just something I played with.

Trigger Warning; Contains swearing, violence, mentions of nudity and death

I ripped off my helmet, threw down my rifle and took the position of the Ka Mate; legs spread and bent at the knee, feet stomping, an over exaggerated expression on my face with my tongue out as I screamed the words and slapped my forearms, thighs and chest plate "Kikiki kakaka kauana! Kei waniwania taku tara. Kei tarawahia, kei te rua i te kerokero! He pounga rahui te uira ka rarapa; Ketekete kau ana to peru kairiri. Mau au e koro e – Hi! Ha! Ka wehi au ka matakana, Ko wai te tangata kia rere ure?Tirohanga ngā rua rerarera Ngā rua kuri kakanui i raro! Aha ha!" I made any movements that weren't slaps as slow and powerful as possible as a display of strength and control. I was not dying on a god forsaken planet without honoring at least some of my ancestors. 

I ended the call with my tongue fluttering against my chin and my eyes wide, legs wide and arms crossed over each other. The Umbaran in the tank looked both scared and confused, not knowing what to make of the human who was doing some weird dance and maybe having a stroke. With a few stomps and more slow movements, I began the main body of the Haka, advancing slowly with every stomp, fully challenging the Umbaran "Ka mate, ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! Ka mate! ka mate! ka ora! ka ora! Tēnei te tangata pūhuruhuru Nāna nei i tiki mai whakawhiti te rā Ā, upane! ka upane! Ā, upane, ka upane, whiti te ra!" As soon as I finished, two Umbaran fighters appeared and began blowing the tanks to hell. 3119 and I cheered the two who could only be Fives and Hardcase as we moved to rejoin the others.

"What was that you did?" three-one-one-nine asked as we slowly made our way over.

"It's called the Ka Mate Haka, a war dance. Some of my ancestors did it when they were challenging other tribes to fight with them. It is a very important tradition to my grandmother's people."

"Must be nice, knowing where you come from." He groaned wistfully as we stumbled over some roots and vines. 

"You boys come from the Fett clan. Mandalorian through and through." I pointed out.

"But you're accepted by your people aren't you?"

"No, none of them as soon as they find out my mix. Being human isn't good enough on my planet. Being purebred is. When you're European, Maori, Native American, Portuguese, and have some roots in Africa, people treat you differently. It's stupid. But the only way it would change is if there was more life in our Galaxy." I shrugged, setting him down near Kix who immediately ambushed the poor kid. I patted his bucket before finding Jesse and the others, wanting a nap more than anything.

"Now I just think you want to die." Jesse growled as he picked me up in a massive hug, lifting me off the ground and twirling me around.

"You saw that eh?" I tried to cute my way out of whatever trouble I was about to get in. 

"I certainly saw the last bit of it. How long were you doing that?" Fives asked, taking a turn of hugs.

"Only like two or three minutes." I mumbled, tucking my helmeted head into his shoulder as much as I could.

"You got an Umbaran to freeze for two to three minutes?!" Hardcase asked, making it into a group hug when Fives didn't let go of me soon enough.

"It's a war dance, what do you expect?" I grinned, twisting so that Hardcase wasn't essentially hugging my butt. 

"Teach us!" He nearly bounced, extremely excited about the idea of learning a war dance.

"If we have any free time after capturing the base." I promised once they let me go and we made our way to the flaming base to completely conquer it. 

At the temporary med station, Kix was seeing to 3119. Cleaning his wound better than I could have, and making sure that there was no infection in the rough fibers of his muscles and bone "You're a lucky kid, you know that?" He mumbled to the kid as I helped clean out a minor forehead cut on the bed next to them.

"Sir?" 3119 asked, confused at how he could be lucky about losing a good portion of his mobility.

"You're lucky that Val found you instead of a scavenger. And that she has rudimentary first-aid skills." He finished off the cleaning with a bacta pad, tying it securely around the stump. 

"Ya, she is something isn't she?" 3119 had a slightly dreamy tone to his voice. I chuckled behind my helmet as my patient shook his head before leaving and letting the next mildly injured soldier take his place. Broken noses were always fun. 

"Don't go all swooney on me, kid; Hardcase, Fives, and maybe Commander Cody have called dibs already." Cue me feeling terrible for having to lie to them all about my relationship with Wolffe. They all had feelings for me and were trying to compete... The nose under my hands gave a loud crack as I set it and packed it with gauze. The soldier grumbled in pain the entire time. 

3119 looked over at me as I finished with the broken nose and a new soldier came with a pretty good slice across his cheek. "Why are you wasting valuable resources on this one c t six one one six?" The voice of Krell suddenly asked as he made rounds through the station. I tensed and gritted my teeth, trying to stop myself from snapping at him again.

"If I don't, he won't be able to get fit for a cybernetic." Kix explained like it was the most obvious thing in the world. 

"A soldier who can't fight, is a waste." Krell argued, narrowing his eyes at the imagined challenge. 

"Sir, it's just the section of leg below his knee. He'll be able to fight as soon as we get him onto a cruiser." Kix was trying so hard to not pull rank. It was honestly rather amusing to watch as I cleaned out the cheek wound. 

"Val!" Hardcase called, skipping in, totally blanking it on the fact that Krell was not even ten feet away from me. "I'm sorry, sir." He blushed, standing in attention like he was dreading what fate would meet him. With a scowl and a silent snarl, Krell left the station. I was sure to give his back the finger until the door was closed behind him.

"Don't listen to him three one one nine, Krell won't be around long enough to be any real trouble." I soothed the down trodden kid as I placed a bacta patch on the cheek wound and refused to see anyone else until the kid was in a better mood. 

"He's got a point though sir, I can't fight anymore. I'm useless." He hung his head, resting it in his hands as his bucket stared blankly back up at him by his foot. 

I shared a look with Kix before removing my bucket and kneeling in front of the shiny, moving his hands and replacing them with my own "No one is useless three one one nine. No one. Everyone serves a purpose. If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again I'll personally assign you to my unit and make you run laps with me every morning, and I run slow." I spared him a small smile as he sniffed back unshed tears and straightened back up. "That's the stuff." I hummed before ruffling his regulation hair and standing "What did you need, Hardcase?" I asked, turning to the man in question.

In a flash, he went from somewhere between distraught and sympathetic, to bouncing with 'kid with twenty bucks in a candy shop' excitement "Want to decode the enemy aircraft with Fives, Jesse, and I?" There was a frightening maniac glow in his eyes that was a little concerning.

"That's up to Kix and if he thinks he can spare me." I shrugged, trying to weasel out of potentially getting into a shit ton of trouble.

"I can spare her." Kix assured just before Hardcase pounced on me and began dragging me out of the improvised medbay and to one of the hangers. Before the doors closed, I fixed the snickering medic with a metal melting glare. 

Fives trying to lie was much more comical in person, even though I couldn't fully enjoy it because Hardcase was DEMOLISHING the hanger, and Jesse had decided to become my human shield as he physically kept my head down and himself covering my upper body, as we hid behind some crates. "Schedule in some Hardcase filleting time in my itinerary, please, Jesse." I growled as some of the rubble from the door skimmed over our heads. 

"I'll be sure to join in on that." He agreed, ducking down further until Hardcase was safely docked.

"See, nothing to it." He beamed as he got out of the pilot pod, a cocky little swagger in his step.

Before anyone could say anything, Krell burst into what remained of the hanger with Dogma in tow, one pair of arms crossed behind him as the other had clenched fists at his sides "What exactly happened here?" He fixed every one of us with glares, trying to intimidate us to speak. "Well?" He growled.

Fives took a step forward, his lying face on "You see sir..."

Before another word could come out of his mouth, Hardcase stepped in between the ARC and the General "We were trying to decode the enemy tech sir, when the ship turned out to be booby-trapped. We have it figured out now though sir and they should be perfectly safe." You had to hand it to him, the man did have a pure silver tongue. 

Krell frowned and looked around the hanger "Booby-trapped? That enforces my order to keep them on the ground." Hardcase and Fives tried to protest but Krell just wasn't listening. "No other ships are to even leave the ground, is that clear? They are not safe and I will not risk any more men." He nodded before turning and leaving again, Dogma following behind like a faithful pup. I sighed and shook my head, knowing that if I tried to dissuade him from his loyalty, he would more than happily tear me a new one, creating a rift between the men.  

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