#he's opened the gates and everything so off the top of my head what i'm thinking is that he wants el dead

[zombie-boys]

vecna: *looking through list of every traumatic experience will has gone through* bro you can't just waste a villain origin story this good

will: *sobbing* i just want to play d&d man

#stranger things #stranger things fanart #stranger things meme #will byers #vecna #will's crayon box #of course will would never be the villain #but i have a very strong feeling vecna wants him to be #like how the mind flayer used him to kill people in st2 #i think it would be a different sense here though #i think vecna would first try to convince him to join him. like the world has treated you horribly. these people have treated you horribly #just join me and we can get revenge on them all #of course will would resist (kind of like him screaming 'go away' at the mind flayer in st2) #but thus vecna might forcibly take control of his body #perhaps wanting to make him a vecna 2.0 as his original body has been damaged #i guess it all comes down to vecna's motivations in st5 #he's opened the gates and everything so off the top of my head what i'm thinking is that he wants el dead #so imagine will (while being controlled by vecna) forced to kill el? oh my god #i mean originally it would have been flayed!will directly killing bob in st2 so that kind of idea is probably in the writers' back pocket #it would be very heartbreaking #i mean our protagonists' main goal would likely be to close the huge gates in hawkins and fight off the monsters coming through #but to have this kind of thing happening at the same time? dear god it would be insane #st4 #st spoilers #st4 spoilers #stranger things spoilers #stranger things 4 spoilers

[kitashousewife]

kita loves you so much. from the bottom of his heart, with his entire soul, to the moon and back he's in love with you.

which is why he's out in the garden with you at 10:30pm.

it all started about an hour ago while the two of you were relaxing on the couch. kita was reading a book, you were flipping through a cookbook you found in the closet. everything was peaceful and quiet, only the soft hum of the dishwasher in the background, until you shot up with a gasp.

"shin, my ring!"

the search started in the living room, tearing apart the couch cushions and blankets in a frenzy. then you two moved to the kitchen. kita went under the sink to undo the pipes, just in case you dropped it while the two of you did dishes together. you checked the garbage, counter tops, and cabinets. kita hit his head on the bottom of the sink when you let out a rather worrisome groan.

"what's wrong love?"

"i think it's in the garden."

the two of you ran out the door soon after that with flashlights and made a bee line to the garden next to the barn. it's dusk now, sun long gone and the sky coated in a dark purple. you've been apologizing over and over, voice full of worry about the mistake. kita's been nothing but calm, always kissing your cheeks and assuring you it's going to be okay.

while he's been nothing but relaxed smiles, he's actually quite worried.

that ring was not only expensive, but something very heartfelt that he spent weeks putting together. the ring is a family ring from kita's grandmother, with the stone from his great grandmother's ring. it's gorgeous, and looks even better when it's on your finger.

most of all though, it reminds everyone that you're forever his.

"where were ya when ya took it off?"

"right when i started, i took it off to make sure i wouldn't plant it by mistake," you pace in front of the gates, moving the flash light everywhere and anywhere to hopefully catch something sparkling. "maybe i forgot? but i swear i didn't."

kita's heart is racing. he keeps telling himself that it's going to be okay and it's just a ring! but deep down he can't accept that. he's on his hands and knees, feeling around in the dirt for the diamond.

"we'll find it sweetheart, i promise. we just gotta keep lookin'," he grunts as he stands back up, walking towards the new rows of carrots that you made earlier.

"i'm so sorry," you apologize for what must be the 100th time, but your husband just smiles and waves it off.

you wipe your hands off on your jeans for a second, and your stomach drops when something oddly ring-like runs underneath your palm.

"no, no, no," you mumble, shoving your hand into your front pocket to pull out the reason for the now unnecessarily stressful evening.

"what?" kita walks over to you quickly, laughing when he sees the ring in your hand. you throw your head back and groan, but kita only smiles. he takes your now sparkly hand in his, walking back to your house.

"i can't believe that i did that, i'm so embarrassed. i'm sorry shin, i'll be more careful."

he opens the back door for you, patting your bum as you walk in.

"don't worry baby. ya found it, and that's all that matters."

you shuffle into the kitchen and grab the tea pot from the stove, letting out a sigh of relief while you fill it up at the sink.

"in my jeans! of all places,"

kita comes up behind you and rests his hands on your hips. he places a kiss on your cheek and snorts.

"that's the best part," he pokes your side, earning a giggle.

"if it were a snake, it woulda bit ya."

#kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita x reader #kita shinsuke drabble #kita drabble #kita x reader fluff #kita shinsuke x reader fluff #kita fluff #hq fluff #haikyuu fluff

[blackphanto]

Trying to overanalyze Lucifer's design

The Hazbin Hotel season 1 finale was fucking insane. I loved everything and especially Lucifer, whom I am dedicating this post to.

Let's begin with his "normal" form

Lucifer wears a ringleader costume bc Hell is one giant circus and he's the ringleader, but did you know that there's actually more to it?

A ringmaster, -mistress or -leader is like the opening act of a circus. They show you around, introduce the other acts and keep you hooked. They are essentially the glue that keeps the circus together. Another definition of a ringmaster, -mistress or -leader talks about an actual leader who leads a group of people, mostly through the act of doing illicit or unlawful activities. A role that would suit Lilith better than Lucifer. Sins could be seen as unlawful activities in Heaven's eyes and Lucifer is the cause of how evil found its way to earth, one could say that he was the one to lead the sinners in their sinful behavior in life. Yet, in death - if we go by Charlie's storybook - Lilith was the one leading the sinners to rise up against Heaven, another illicit activity that has led to their eventual doom.

Luci also wears a top hat with his crown on top of it. The hat gives him some extra height so I doubt that he wears it for any other reason. His crown is mostly covered with a snake and a red apple on the side. The snake can have 2 meanings: 1) how the word 'seraphim' in Hebrew can be translated to 'fiery serpent', due to his six wings, Lucifer is likely a seraph. 2) he was the serpent that tempted Eve, although never confirmed in any religious text, this idea of him being that snake is really popular in every reiteration of that story. This would also be why there's an apple motive following the Morningstars. Now let's move on to...

Angelic/demonic form

I don't think what we are seeing here is his full angelic/demonic form, but considering that the other Princes' forms aren't as scary either it is likely the case. The first thing that caught my attention were the horns and overall resemblance this form has to Charlie's, but let's focus on the differences.

In the first image, the snake and apple have turned into some sort of halo, a nod that his actual halo has disappeared when he fell and unlike Vaggie his wings probably didn't get ripped off, but I do believe they were different to how they were when he was behind the Pearly Gates. He has a tail and horns, classic demon imagery, there are 6 eyes at the end of his coat and there's one more on his bowtie, which makes a total of 8 eyes on Lucifer's design. The eyes are a common returning motive in Heaven and with angels.Luci also has a flame in-between his horns. This honestly reminded me of Baphomet, but they would likely be a Candle head from the Sloth ring. In the Bible, fire is often depicted as the presence of God, but I'm a firm believer that Hazbin has a deistic God view (see my other post), so I doubt that's the case here. The fire was likely chosen because Hell is associated with fire and he's the king of Hell so they thought it would make sense.

Like father, like daughter

As stated before, Lucifer and Charlie share a lot of similar elements. She's essentially him without wings and with longer hair. They both have a red sclera with a yellow iris. Their tail is pitch black with a heart cut out at the end and despite having white skin, Lucifer's arms are greyish. I always thought they were gloves, but no, man's face doesn't match his hands. I really like this shot of them right here, they look so badass!

Charlie also seems to be getting a new ability which has to do with her arm getting bigger and blocking Adam. This might be a callback to whatever was going on with her arm in her first design.

That was it thanks for reading <3

#hazbin hotel #a24 #vivziepop #lucifer #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel lucifer #prime video #hazbin hotel season 1 #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel theory #hazbin theory

[euphoricimagination]

Summary: Nagi finds out your secret, so now your relationship with him changes while you're still gaining new members for your team. You pass to the third selection, waiting for Chigiri to come, when the Top 6 players are announced, will you be on it?

Part 8 - Part 9 - Part 10 -> Masterlist

…"Come, Isagi Yoichi, you can have a front row seat of my ascension to the world's number one"

A few seconds pass before Isagi stands up, starting walking alongside Bachira before he turns around

"You guys, I'm sorry" he says "we…we were just one step short of beating them, that last goal was pure luck it's no-"

"Shut up" you cut him off, trying your hardest to not look so in pain "he chose you, that's it, so leave"

"What Yn said" you heard Barou, and then Nagi said something too, but you were too in pain to properly pay attention to any words. You noticed that he turned around and left, your body finally starting to give up on you.

The moment the gate closed, you started feeling like you were falling, almost hitting the floor completely if it wasn't for an arm wrapping itself around your waist. You didn't quite pass out this time, but you were barely conscious as you feel whoever was holding you help you pass your arm through his neck

"Hey, can you walk?" You hear by your side

"I…guess" you barely managed to answer. You hear a sigh before some arms lift you out of the floor in bridal style, quickly going to the locker room

"You. Let him sit there for a few minutes and find a way to help him gain air, I'll go to try to find someone" you hear while slowly helping you sit on the bench. Thanks to the change in lighting you can see a white hair in front of you as the black hair leaves the room.

You didn't notice when Nagi made you take off your white vest, let alone when he managed to take the top part off your body, leaving you just with the binder on.

"Hey, I'm unclipping this, you need to breathe properly"

You hear, but the words don't fully process until you feel Nagi's hand unclipping the front of your binder. Your hand moves instinctively, trying to stop him, but he's faster and stronger than you, so he grabs your wrist and fully unclips it. You finally are able to grasp a full breath of air, moving your other hand just in time to cover your chest as your head starts to clear up.

You were topless, your breasts were clearly visible, and Nagi was in front of you.

"I…I can…I can explain" you say, eyes wide open. Nagi was, understandably, looking at your chest confused, a blush quickly started spreading across his face.

"...you better have a good one" he says turning around, giving you one of his clean sweater "put this on for now"

You put the top, so big on your body that was able to fully cover the existence of your chest. By now you weren't dizzy anymore since you were properly breathing again, but your body still felt sore. You tap Nagi's shoulder

"I'm done" you whisper, Nagi turns around, looking at the side awkwardly

“So…this is why you never shower with any of us?” he says, still sounding nonchalant despite of his face

“Yeah, you guys are not supposed to know about this”

“But why? You're amazing, but isn't this supposed to become the best striker in the world…? you're a girl"

"It's a long story…basically i was a-"

"Here is the idiot" Barou enters alongside Anri, who looks bewildered at you "Take him to get checked or something, we can't afford to lose that ass because of how careless he is"

"Sure, come with me Yn" she says to you, so you move to stand up forgetting that your legs were still feeling like jelly. You stumble, almost falling if it wasn't for Nagi once again, who grabs you one more time to help you walk towards Anri "I'll take it from here, I'll make sure he's okay"

Anri helps you out towards an empty room that was equipped with a simple futon on top of a table. She helped you sit down there, passing you some water

"Everything alright? I watched the match with Ego-san, you were really good" she says, making you nod "he was kind of impressed by your team, how much all of you evolved"

"Thanks" you say "if…i wanted to tell someone about…well, me…how do you think Ego-san will react?" You ask shyly

"Huh? Well, I can't say he would be pleased if you did that…but then again, he did want you to only help him for the first selection. Why are you asking me?"

"Just wondering, after all at some point I'll have to leave, and i would like to tell my friends the truth"

"I see, you're probably worried about whether they'll still be your friends after…I'll talk to Ego-san about it, now go to take a shower so you can go to rest"

You did exactly that, you were feeling much better with a proper shower, but now all your body was in so much pain that you just wanted to lay down. You go back to the three bed dorm, collapsing in the single bed as soon as you get there.

"Oh, you're back" you hear after a few minutes "are you okay?"

"Yeah, i just ran way too much today" you say, sitting in the bed to face Nagi

"You did good" he moves to pay your head, stopping right before touching it as he looks at you "is it okay? You don't mind me doing this?"

"You don't have to treat me any different, as long as you're comfortable with it it's alright…you can keep seeing me as a dude if you want"

"That wouldn't be fair to you..i bet you're pretty confused about all of this, after all it has been a few months of being referred as a dude" he says finally ruffling your hair before sitting next to you

"I can't deny that it has been rather…confusing, i thought everything will be okay, but i feel like it's slowly making me insane"

"I imagine, i guess it would be better if you just did it throughout the day, but here you have to pretend to be a boy 24/7"

"Yeah, it's hard, I'm starting to feel like an imposter in my own body…aren't you mad at me? I'm not the person you thought i was"

"Why would I be? The only difference is that you're a girl instead of a boy, and i like your personality, so it's not like there's much change for me" he simply shrugs "you can be your true self around me, at least it will help you release some tension"

"Thanks" you sigh, slowly you lay your head on his shoulder, finally being able to relax a bit more. You both stayed like this for a few more minutes before you remembered "did you tell Barou?"

"No. It's your secret, not mine"

"Thanks, can you keep it a secret though? You guys shouldn't know about this"

"I can, but i think you should tell Chigiri about this, he's your friend too" he takes his phone out, starting to play a game. Despite him finding out the secret he didn't seem to be too affected by it, still treating you as he did previously. Must be a Nagi thing, he didn't seem to care about it, so you decided to tell him the full truth

"I have known Ego-san since I was a kid. I was the only girl in my neighborhood, so I often played soccer with the other kids. That's why now he asked me to join, he wanted to have a special person that can help the boys to fully evolve"

"Ahhh, so you're like a spy then. That's really cool, you're cool Yn-chan" he answers, making you chuckle

"You could say so, yeah"

"You know, this makes it a little bit clearer for me" he starts saying as the game on his phone shows that he lost. He turns to look at you, with almost a boring expression "I like being with you; at first i thought that it was similar to Reo, that we were friends, but it felt different and i didn't know why"

"Eh?" You look at him wide eyed, was he saying what you think he's saying? If it was, how come he looked so nonchalant? Your face started to feel warm. "What do you me-"

"I thought you were here, idiot, i brought you your dinner" Barou enters the room with a tray of food, sounding and looking rather annoyed "considering your state, I'll allow you to eat here"

"Thanks" you say, fully aware of your redness as Nagi restarts his game. You could swear there was a tiny smirk on his face. Barou looks at both of you rather confused, but he doesn't say a word about it

"I'll be nice today and let you take that bed, i doubt you can stand anyway" he passes you the tray, fried chicken on it "but you better be in good shape for tomorrow match or I'll kick your ass myself"

"I'll be, don't worry. Thanks for the food" you start eating as both of them start talking about the next match, how you should work things out and who could complement you. You couldn't help but feel some lightness in your chest at the thought of finally being able to be yourself with someone, even if it was just one person that knew for now, it still feels rather good.

You won the next two matches, gaining Zantetsu and Kiyora Jin, an all rounder that had a whole eye covered. It was right after the reunion with Ego in which he announced that you would have a 5 vs 5 match against world class players, leaving some of you confused.

"I see…so we have to…cut corners?" Zantetsu asks looking at his book and adjusting his glasses

"Eh..nope. Not really" you say trying to not laugh

"BakaZantetsu" says Nagi, taking his phone out and laying down on the floor, his head on your leg as he opens his game. He seems much more comfortable with skinship between you two, the rest just assuming his lazy side was taking over with you since you two know each other the longest "are they good?"

"You're kidding? They're one of the best players out there, playing for the most respected teams in the world. The buzzcut one plays for his national team and is only 17" you rumble

"Wow, that's so cool. And we'll play them?"

"Yeah, if anything, i bet that this isn't even for us to win, just to show us how behind we actually are"

"This will be a challenge, it'll be…easy peasy? Is that right? I think that's right" Zantetsu adds

"I'm surrounded by idiots," Barou sighs "No matter what or who it is, we'll win. I'm going to eat now"

And just like you said, you sadly lost that match. You weren't even able to score a single goal against those players, overwhelming your team to no end.

You are now entering the third selection joint room, where every team that has passed will join in the order they clear the previous one. You were the second team to clear the stage, so you saw Isagi and Bachira already there.

"Sup" Nagi tells them

"It feels like we saw each other forever ago" you say

"I'm here, you scrub" Barou adds

"Heyy! Zantetsu is with you too!" Bachira screams at you, waving his hand

"You guys…" Isagi says as you approach him

"Huh? Why do you look so relieved, isagi? Don’t tell me you actually thought we might not make it?" Nagi says, squinting his eyes

"Eh? No, no…That’s not it"

"You bastard, you were totally looking down on us! You cocky little…" Barou grabs Isagi by his t-shirt

"You're still treating us like your supporting cast, huh?" You add, hitting his back lightly

"That's not it.. I'm just really happy to be able to see you again guys" Isagi says, making you hit the back of his head

"Like i will lose" you say, making him chuckle

"Of course we were going to see each other again, i wasn't going to let it end here after losing to you" Nagi answers

"I promised to kill you, and I haven't even beaten those top 4; hell, I haven't even beaten Yn and he's in the top 2!" Adds Barou

"Yeah, there's more games for us yet!" Isagi says, if only he knew that you could leave at any moment

«Moving on! Next team, please enter»

The voice comes out of the speaker, making you all look towards the door. You were hoping to see Chigiri coming from that door soon, you kinda miss his remarks through this. Suddenly you feel some weight in your shoulders, two arms passing through your chest in a lazy manner as a chin is on top of your head

"Ahh, standing is such a pain" Nagi says lazily, looking at the door with you as he whispers in your ear "we'll see them soon, Yn-chan, don't worry"

"I know, but I'm still worried"

When the next team enters, you notice the Yukimiya dude that you talked with briefly before alongside people you've never seen, one looking like the captain of the volleyball team of your school. Not a sign of Chigiri or Reo so far. More teams come in, by the sixth one you meet again with Raichi and Gagamaru, which means…

"Just one more team left, and Chigiri, Reo or Kunigami hasn't come yet"

"Yeah, they'll come, they have to" Nagi unconsciously leaned slightly closer.

The door lifts up slowly, igaguri and the boy with only one braid coming first. You're nervous while waiting for the other two shadows to come out, breathing relief as you see Reo and Chigiri appear.

"Reo!"

"Chigiri!" Both you and Nagi exclaim at the same time, a smile appearing on the red hair when he sees you, a smile that soon disappears as the last person of his team starts to appear. A tall and tanned skin dude, with spiky hair.

«That is the the last of those who will advance to the third selection»

"Did…did Kunigami lose?" You ask Chigiri while Isagi asked Reo, the spiky dude was saying something to Isagi

"I…didn't see him, I assumed he was here" the red hair answers, looking just as distressed. Suddenly a pit on your stomach appeared, guilt starting to build up. You weren't supposed to be here in the first place, in a way you took Kunigami's place by playing, and that will only continue to happen the longer you keep being here

"...a shitty hero like him with all his purity and seriousness, was just a slime that couldn't even give me a power up" you hear, which make you raise your eyebrows

"I'm gonna kill him" you whisper angry, cracking your knuckles and almost going to him if it wasn't because two hands take your arm

"Don't" Nagi says

"You're not match for him" Chigiri teases you while looking annoyed at him too "you think Kunigami will let you do that?"

"...Shut up" you say, making him chuckle right before he instinctively reacts to grab Isagi out of the way of that spiky dude, who tried to kick him.

Nagi grabs your arm a bit tighter, moving you slightly so you can avoid any confrontation

"I don't like him, he give me the creeps" you say

"Me neither, don't get close to him" Nagi tells you right when Ego appears on the TV

"Alright, that's enough, you unpolished gemstones, any further violence and I'll have you forcibly eject" Ego says. You sigh, ignoring him like you always do whenever he goes on a rant about something; but from the corner of your eye you can see Reo looking at you and Nagi, the latter shamelessly having his arms draping on your body as he rest himself on you

"Following up in the third selection, after the language studies, well… some things came up, i’d originally planned on whittling down the group until only five of you remained, but there’s been a change of plans" you started paying attention once again, in the very beginning Ego had give you a light overlook of how the selection process was going to be, so that now he changed of plans was unusual "It seems that the overlords of the Japanese football world have made up their minds to stamp out blue lock as soon as possible, which is why i’ve fired back at them with a challenge. So, your next selection will be in three weeks. It’ll be a match with the continued existence of blue lock at stake…japan national u-20 team vs blue lock select 11-member team…if you win this game, blue lock will hijack the japanese national u-20 team"

"Bro, that's insane" you say, everyone in the room was surprised by said words, understandably so. Nagi fully stands up, just as surprised as everyone else.

"...well our opponents will also use every card they have available, so they'll add one member to their rooster…Itoshi Sae" he says, you move your eyes towards Rin, who seems surprised about his brother joining the opponents team "LET'S GO, YOU UNPOLISHED GEMSTONES, THE ONES TO CHANGE THIS ERA WILL BE BLUE LOCK!"

Everyone stays surprisingly quiet for a few seconds, everyone seeming to be processing this whole lot of information given. So now you´ll have a match against the Japan U-20 team? You could understand that the people of the JFA wanted to shut down this project, you cant imagine just how much money all of this would have cost, but even if they think they´d would win, this is such an amazing opportunity, a good chunk of blue lock members will be able to join the national team if you win. After a few seconds a few boys started to question how the 11 members will be chosen, and overall questioned how forwards will be playing in different positions.

"The formation of the blue lock team will center around the following six names I will now call out. Given your overall evaluations as of this moment, these individuals rank as the “Top 6” with the goal of putting together a team in just three short weeks, this method will be our best shot. Those who are called, step forward" Ego says, the ambience changing one more time to expectations "The overall N°1, Itoshi RIn, N°2 Shidou Ryusei.."

“Agh, that bastard is that good? How annoying” you whisper, a few chuckles from Chigiri and Nagi

“Stop having beef with the top players” Chigiri nudges you playfully

"Next, N°3 YN…" Ego continues

"Eh?" You say at hearing your name

"That's our friend!" Chigiri now ruffles your hair, Nagi joining as Isagi and Bachira both extend their hands to high five you

"Moving on…N°4 Karasu Tabito; N°5 Yukimiya Kenyu and lastly N°6 Nagi Seishiro"

"Hey, we're in the Top 6" you lightly hit his chest playfully

"Of course we are" in that moment Yukimiya asks something to Ego, explaining how the order of the ranking was selected; you chuckle when the old Team Z members start whispering surprised at the fact that he was a model

"First, the Top 6 will separate into pairs in descending order and will be assigned A, B and C rank" continues Ego, meaning that you were in a group with Tabito and whoever else chooses your team "This is the final task of the revised third selection with a position as a regular on Japan's national U-20 team on the line. IT'S TIME FOR YOUR TRYOUTS"

"We won't be on the same team, bummer" you hear Nagi say "you should have placed lower"

"Or you could have placed higher" you retort, nudging him lightly

"First, the Top 6, you all will proceed to a different room" Ego says while the door underneath the Tv starts opening, you start walking towards there alongside Nagi as you wave your hand to your friends

"Pleasure to see you again" you hear beside you, Yukimiya smiles at you. He was undeniable attractive

"Same here, and to think we could have team up in the second selection" you answer, making him chuckle

"Right? We could have been an amazing team, considering that both of us are in the Top 6" you nod to his comment, sitting on one of the puffs that were in the room as Nagi sits on the floor, his head laying on your leg. The TV seems to be on a waiting screen, only displaying the words 'Top 6 VIP Room'.

Nothing has gone to plan so far, you should have left a while ago, but somehow now you were in the Top 6 players out of this project; besides, you didn't know how much more will you be able to pretend to be a guy without feeling guilty for taking someone else spot..How long will you be able to last?

"Oi, you alright?" Nagi asks you, making you snap out of your thoughts

"I am…just thinking"

"Hello, hello diamonds in the rough. By fighting to come this far all of you have undoubtedly proven your place as Blue Lock's elite" Ego says as he keep explaining his ideals "... And don't you dare have your position taken by someone not in the Top 6, you all stand at the very peak of Blue Lock. The football that you create will become the blades that destroy Japanese football, remember that. I want to see all of you rise up for the challenge"

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[pablitogavii]

Story of my life Pt. 3

Pablo woke up first feeling heavy weight on top of his chest smiling wide when he saw you sleeping on top of his with your hand in his hair and your face hidden in his neck.

Pablo could never get tired of waking up like this..with you safe in his arms sleeping like an angel on his chest..tan perfecta. Phone was buzzing and Pablo picked it up seeing the numerous messages from your dad. You didn't tell you will not sleep at home and the man was concerned.

"Hola Mister, she is with me" Pablo called Xavi who thanked him for calling and letting him know saying he can bring you the camp for the training.

"Mmm who are you talking to Pabs??" you mumbled moving a little but still staying close to him and smiling when his familiar musk filled your nostrils.

"Your dad bombon. He was worried that you weren't home but said it was fine" Pablo said putting the phone away and hugging you tightly.

"Because he knows I'm safe with you.." you added before thinking immediately blushing when you heard your own words. Pablo felt proud that you felt safe with him and knew he would do everything to make sure you are alright when with him.

"I need to get up soon and get ready for training princesita.." Pablo said chuckling when you whined shaking your head and holding tightly onto him not wanting to move.

Pablo wasn't ashamed to admit that one word from you and he wouldn't ever move from here..there is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

"I said I will bring you to the camp with me but if you want to sleep in more, I can drive you home when I get back??" Pablo said after a few minutes and you stayed silent not knowing if you should stay at Pablo's house all alone..would that be weird?

"You suck at making decisions princesa!" Pablo twisted you around hovering above you and you froze looking up at him with big eyes before focusing on his plum lips while he held himself up with his arms on either side of your body.

"Don't look at me like that.." Pablo said and you smiled up at him starting to bite your lower lip while looking at him and it was so hard not to just lean down and kiss you for the poor boy.

"Like what?" you whisper when you saw that he noticed your lips slowly looking back into your eyes.

"I wanna kiss you so bad right now bombon.." he groaned making you blush and hide your face in the pillow while he got off you sitting up and stretching his back.

You got up as well going behind him and opening your legs so that they were on his thighs and he was sitting between them while you snaked your arms around his waist resting your head on his back.

"I wanna go to the camp with you.." you said and he smiled at how clung to him you were loving every second of it.

While he was driving you smiled thinking back to his little confession, before reaching to grab his hand which took him a little by surprise while he stole a glance at you and smiled in response.

"How long?" you say feeling nervous but too curious not to ask.

"What??" Pablo said feeling you playing with his fingers which was very much distracting in that moment.

"How long did you want to kiss me for?" you said seeing his jaw clench while he stayed silent pulling into Camp Nou and seeing Trevor standing at the gates.

"Pablo?" you said wondering why he wasn't replying thinking he might be embarrassed but looked more angry instead.

"What is that cabrón doing here!?" Pablo said and you finally noticed Trevor standing there with a bouquet of roses making you gulp knowing this will most definitely not end well.

"Please, don't do anything..you promised" you remind Pablo letting go of his hand and he hated the moment you weren't touching anymore knowing that he was still your little secret.

"Baby.." Trevor started but stopped the moment he saw Pablo stepping out of the driver seat gripping the roses before his face turned red in anger.

"Trevor...you shouldn't have came here" you said noticing the paparazzi starting to congregate the moment they saw Pablo and the last thing you needed was a public scandal.

"I came to apologize..but looks like you found someone to fuck you the moment we had an argument! At least he got a chance to fuck you because you were 'not ready' when I wanted to!' he spat and you felt like crying that your private life was currently being recorded my millions of cameras.

"Please stop it.." you said but the boy was fuming mad starting to walk closer but Pablo stood protectively in front of you giving him a death glare. This will not end well..you thought.

"The only reason you are not on the floor right now is that I made a promise..walk away!" Pablo's voice was again as low as last night and you thanked god he was keeping his word to you.

"Was she good man!? Was she tight?? I heard virgins are tight as fuck!" he was smirking and testing Pablo's patience while you wished this was all a bad dream and you can wake up back on Pablo's chest safe and sound.

"That's it..sorry bombon!" Pablo said pulling away from you and the moment you wanted to start screaming you dad was already out asking what the hell was going on and asking Trevor to leave.

"This isn't over!" Trevor threatened to Pablo who was held back by my dad thankfully.

"Can't wait cabrón!" Pablo yelled back while your dad said "callarse!" and pulling him inside away from the cameras as you followed hiding your face.

"Qué diablos está pasando!?" your dad yelled while Pablo was hyperventilating and you were staring at the floor not knowing what to say to your dad right now.

"You, off to the changing room..and you and me will talk at home" man finished leaving to his office while you walked up to Pablo raising his head up to look at you before giving him a weak smile and a kiss on the cheek.

"Thank you Pabs..." you whispered again looking into his lips while his hand held your chin up and the moment your eyes met you knew you wanted the same thing..he leaned down and you blushed closing your eyes but then you felt him kiss your nose instead.

"Whaat?" you said while he chuckled winking at you and jogging off to his changing room as you cussed at him walking towards the stands.

Later that same night, after the long and boring conversation with your dad, Pablo face timed you asking you to meet him outside of your house.

"Why should I do that?? So you can tease me some more??" you said and he rolled his eyes saying that you looked really cute waiting for his kiss.

"I'm hanging up now Gavira!" you said but he quickly apologized saying that the only reason he didn't want to kiss you is because he wants to do it 'properly' at a much more romantic setting.

"Keep talking..." you add and he smirks saying that you will need to come and see for yourself before hanging up.

"Dad I'm going.." you grabbed a small backpack but the man was standing by the front door with crossed arms.

"I'm don't think being alone with a boy who pushed you is a good idea..and if I see him in front of this house I might finish what Gavi started" Xavi said and you chuckled shaking your head.

"I'm going with Pablo." you said and the man immediately smiled nodding his head opening the front door to greet his player.

"You just let me know if she misbehaves Gavi." Xavi said and Pablo nodded making you roll your eyes at both of them while walking to his car.

"Really, you will tell my dad if I misbehave?" you said as he started driving and after a few seconds his hand was on your thigh holding tightly.

"I think I can tame you myself bombon.." he said and you swore your panties were ruined in that exact moment which he knew from the way his smirk grew.

"Where are we going?" you say seeing that he was driving past his apartment and towards the edge of the town.

"If I told you, it wouldn't be a surprise princesita" he said and you nodded resting your head on the window looking through at the passing trees and the sparkling lights of Barcelona. Pablo started gently drawing circles on your thigh and you felt so distracted by it that you closed your eyes enjoying every second until he stopped.

"You said you wouldn't tease me.." you pouted and he smiled shaking his head before telling you that you arrived as you looked around seeing that you were parked at the top of the small hill form where the whole city and ocean could be seen.

Pablo got out opening his trunk and setting up some blankets and pillows while you stood by the car taking the picture of the beautiful view.

"It's so beautiful Pablo.." you said afterwards and he smiled looking at you in fornt of him with your sparkling eyes and blushed cheeks nodding his head in agreement.

"So beautiful..come here nena"he said and you looked at him blushing when you realized what he meant while slowly walking towards him climbing in besides him.

"If only you never went away to Qatar.." you said laying your head on his shoulder while he listened carefully knowing that you met Trevor while he was away unable to protect you from that cabrón.

"I did score a goal for you against Costa Rica tho.." Pablo said and you looked up with raised eyebrows smiling wide.

"For me?" you said and he nodded looking at your lips before raising your chin up and finally placing his lips into yours passionately until you both smiled into the kiss.

"Oh my God!" you suddenly said pulling away and Pablo sat up waiting to hear what's up smiling to himself while still tasting you on his lips.

"You mi amor are the worst mood killer!" he said chuckling and you roll your eyes reaching to your jacket pocket to pull out Pablo's birthday gift you never got a chance to open.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" you said moving back and straddling Pablo's lap like it was the most normal thing in the world showing him the little box while he held your hips.

"Well, open it.." he said and you smiled staying quiet before putting the box down on his lap and snaking your arms around his neck kissing his lips repeatedly.

"I'm sorry I ruined our moment.." you spoke after pulling away resting your forehead against his and he smiled shaking his head before pecking your lips.

"You didn't bombon..besides we are gonna have many more moments" Pablo smirked giving you back the box and you smiled nodding your head before slowly opening the gift gasping when you saw the necklace with both of your initials on it.

"Yeah Trevor would be mad if I opened it during the party.." you said chuckling while Pablo clenched his jaw at the mention of his name.

"Good thing I'm all yours now Pablo Paez Gavira...help me put it on amor?" you added shortly afterwards touching his clenched jaw and he relaxed smiling to himself and nodding his head while you turned around sitting between his thighs.

He took the necklace as you raised your hair making him put it around your neck carefully before kissing your exposed shoulder after he was done.

"What do you think??" you turn around and he smiled touching the two letters before holding your chin and leaning in to kiss your once more.

"Tan bonita!" he said and you smiled leaning in and straddling his lap again while he pulled you closer starting a heated make out session that neither of you wanted to end any time soon.

"I should take you home princesita.." Pablo said after a few hours of laying there in each other's arms looking at the starry sky in comfortable silence and you moved closer not wanting this night to ever end.

"See you tomorrow?" you ask pouting and he kissed you pout nodding his head while you both sat up.

"Now that you are mine..I am never letting you go again" Pablo said kissing you once more and you couldn't have wished for the more perfect moment after everything that happened.

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Idk if my request came through but I thought about a fic where any driver enters airplane dad mode when he and the reader and their kids go on vacation? 🥰

(Hii! I'm so happy to see that you still follow me, and I say this because I have your dad!driver idea in my inbox still because I wanted to do a series but realistically I don't think I'll do it, but I kept it just in case! I swear I wasn't ignoring it! (And sometimes I looked at it and thought "yep, this person is no longer here for it!". Also, the other one did come through, I just had it in my draft and I was so sure I had posted it already, my apologies!)

"Do you have everything?", Charles asked, "yes, the bags are in the car, the kids are ready, but are you sure you should leave now?", you questioned, "I agree that we need to be in the airport earlier, but maybe not his early", you tried to reason, "the airport is not that far way either".

"Better safe than sorry, we might get traffic", your husband reasoned back, grabbing his wallet, "C'mon, off we go so I can close the water in case something goes wrong and we get a flood when we come back", Charles urged, "mama, is everything alright? Papa is a bit... rushed today", Hervé pointed out, grabbing his backpack, "yes, he's worried we won't make it on time to the airport, but I think we're fine", you noted, "but we will do as he says, yes? No need to rush him some more", you smiled at his attentiveness.

Arriving at the airport, it wasn't busy so checking the luggage in was fine and rather quick, Charles ushering you to the lounge so everyone could use the toilet once again, "Amélie, don't you need the bathroom?", her father asked her, "I already went at home, papa. I don't need it yet", she simply said, carrying on and playing with her notebook, "okay. Where are all the passports?", he asked for what felt like the millionth time, making you open your small bag and show them, "let me keep them, okay? Maybe it's better since we have these grabby hands here and we don't know what his curiosity might get out of him", your husband playfully teased Thomas, who you were holding on your hip, kissing his head before looking at the other two kids, "Papa seems to have forgotten that I usually travel to race weekends with you kids on my own, and we do just fine", you to your youngest tapping his nose and getting a sweet giggle out of him.

"C'mon, guys, the gate is opening now! Here, I'll take this", your husband announced the second the number appeared on the screen, grabbing the small piece of luggage you kept with you in case something happened to your bags and you couldn't get to them right away when you got to your destination, so it contained a change of clothes for everyone, basic toiletries and chargers.

"Papa, wait! My legs can't keep up with you!", Amélie yelped, seeing her father walking faster than what she could, "mine too!", Hervé complained, "it's not like the plane is leaving without us", your eldest said, breaking you out of your serious expression and giggle, "your papa is in airport mode, my loves, I'm afraid we can't do much", you said, walking alongside them so they felt secure enough.

"Is everyone strapped in okay?", Charles checked once you were all on the plane, "yes, papa. Now sit here next to me, you don't need to be worried. We're on the plane, see?", Amélie said, cuddling up to him as soon as he sat down, "I know amour, I just wanted to make sure we got here on time", he smiled, kissing the top of her head and smiling when he saw that Thomas was napping on your chest, "papa, you were running through the airport, it would be impossible to not be here on time", Hervé forwarded. Looking at you for some back up, you shrugged your shoulders, "they're right, you're an airport dad, mon amour".

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Pure Cruelty

Chapter Six

Joel Miller x Platonic!OC, Ellie Williams x Platonic!OC (sister)

Word Count: 3,4K

Warning: swearing, imprisonment, food deprivation, violence, non-suicidal self-mutilation, vomiting, exchange of gunfire, detailed description of injuries, hallucinations.

As promised, Lyla took Ellie back in the morning, despite the youngest's protests. Luckily Joel wasn't there and they didn't need to talk to each other.

When she went back to the stables she frowned when she saw another girl there, younger than her. After introducing themselves, the girl informed her that Maria wanted to talk to Lyla, so she walked back, sighing, and knocked on Maria's door, which she quickly opened.

"Hey, come in." she said and made room for Lyla to pass.

"Is everything okay?" Lyla asked.

Maria closed the door and walked past her, indicating for her to sit on the sofa in the living room.

"I'm going to need to change you role." she said.

"Your hobby is changing my role, right?" she joked, but saw Maria remain serious so she swallowed. "What's going on?"

"Invaders. There are many invaders, they are looting any place they can find, besides, I had reports that they took over an abandoned building to the east, it's a matter of time before they get here." Maria said looking at her.

"If they have a building why are they invaders? What strange people." Lyla muttered.

"Lyla, I'm serious."

"I know I know. You said you're going to change my role, what am I going to do now?"

"Patrol." Maria said simply.

Lyla felt her stomach drop a little, it had been a while since she had to kill someone, or something. She had arrived in Jackson about three months ago, she hadn't left the city gates since. She looked at Maria.

"I never patrolled, there are better people to do that-"

"Trust me, everyone capable of patrolling is already preparing to leave.”

Lyla stared at the ground for a few moments.

"I didn't want to have to do this, you're one of the youngest people I'm going to send out on patrol, it makes my heart sink." she sat down next to Lyla and held her hand. "But it's necessary."

"When do I have to go?" she asked.

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The next day she was mounted on top of a horse in front of the gates of Jackson. Her patrol partner was the guy from the exchange store, Tom. He was like 5 years older than her, or something like that.

Maria explained that although they thought the invaders were to the east, it was not certain. Then four more pairs of patrolmen were heading in different directions to investigate. Lyla looked around but didn't see Joel in any of them.

She thought about saying goodbye to Ellie, but she didn't want to worry her, so she put the idea aside. It would only be a few hours, maybe a day, then she would be back soon.

They soon left, each pair going in a different direction, as Lyla was very lucky, Maria chose her and Tom to go east, to find out if there was indeed a building occupied by invaders there.

They trotted without much haste, if they rode the horses they would make noise and alert whoever was nearby.

Tom started to start a conversation and Lyla thought he was a nice guy, they talked about the food in the cafeteria, the currency exchange store and the bookstore.

"So she took your book without permission and in the middle of the fight you tore it up? My god." he said after Lyla told him about the last fight with Ellie.

"Yes." she laughed. "But the book has already been fixed and we've already made up."

"Well, that's good. The last book I read-"

Tom didn't have time to finish speaking because a loud noise near them caused the horse to startle and stand up on its hind legs, causing it to lose its balance and fall. Lyla was about to get off her own horse to help him but stopped when she heard the click of a gun near them. Her eyes widened and before she could pull out her own gun a voice sounded close to them.

"Don't even think about it, bitch." a man came out from behind one of the trees. "Get off your horse and don't try anything, come on."

Lyla slowly got off the horse and looked at Tom still on the ground, he looked like he had hit his head and was unconscious.

"Put all your weapons on the ground." a second voice ordered and Lyla saw that there were three of them around her.

Lyla took off the shotgun hanging from her shoulder and placed it on the ground, she did the same with the pistol that was on her waist and the knife that was in her sock, finally, she raised her hands in the air.

"Come on, let's go." one of the men approached her and began to pull her by the elbow tightly, the other two remained further behind, one of them put Tom back on top of the horse and began to drive, the other led the horse back. Lyla, always pointing the gun at her.

They walked for a few minutes, with the man still holding her elbow tightly, until she saw it: the abandoned building, practically falling apart. It looked occupied, you could see some people moving around through the falling walls.

They entered the building and Lyla tried to turn around to see where the other men were taking Tom and the horses, as they had strayed from the path, but the man who was holding her just squeezed her arm tighter, making her turn forward again.

They entered the building and she could see that there were at least 50 people there, how could there be so many people and none of them had a thinking brain? Her thought was interrupted when she was pushed forward forcefully, stumbling. She looked ahead and saw an elderly man, as well as younger men and two women, they were all looking at her with contempt.

"I found her in the forest, she was with a guy, both on horses and armed. They must come from that commune." the man who was previously holding her said.

Of course they knew about Jackson, she wasn't surprised.

"What's your name, dear?" the elderly man asked.

Lyla just stared at him, silent.

"He asked a question, you bitch." the man holding her hit her with the gun, making her bend over a little.

"That's not necessary." the older man raised his hand, then looked at her. "Come on, dear, what's your name?"

"Fuck you." she replied and the old man's face twisted in anger.

"Take her away. The guy who was with her, where is he? I want to see him too."

"They're already bringing him in."

After that, the man grabbed Lyla by the elbow again and started pushing her. They entered a dimly lit hallway and he pushed Lyla into a room with a metal sliding door, it looked like a bathroom considering the tiles on the floor, but it was very old and dirty. There was a bathtub full of dirty water on one of the walls.

"Take off your shoes." he ordered, pointing the gun at her.

She obeyed and took off both shoes.

He pushed her to the ground and grabbed a chain that was attached to a pipe and tied it around her left ankle.

Lyla became desperate and opened her eyes wide, seeing the man sliding the door and hearing him lock it from the outside. She looked at her left ankle, seeing it with the thick metal ring, she tried to remove it, but it was too tight and didn't go through the bones of her foot.

She sat on the floor, looking around, seeing some things thrown on the floor. After about half an hour, the sliding door was opened and Tom was thrown in and his ankle was chained too.

"Tom, are you okay?" she asked after the door was closed and they were left alone.

"My head hurts, are you okay?” he asked as he ran a hand over the back of his head.

"Yes, as far as possible." she replied, her face contorted in sadness. "I think you'd better lie down, the floor is dirty but it will be worse if you sit there with your head hurting like that."

He just nodded and lay down on the floor. They remained silent, listening to the footsteps of people outside the room.

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Lyla sighed, a few hours passed and they were still the same, Tom lying on the floor and both of them in silence. Almost a whole day had passed, and it was dawning again. She looked around again to see if there was anything she could use.

She saw a dirty bucket, some rocks and a rectangular white thing thrown on a wall near her, she tried to reach out to pick it up but she couldn't reach it.

"Fuck." she sighed tiredly.

Before he could try again, the sliding door was opened with a bang and a man came in. He pulled Tom to sit down and then unlocked the chain that held Tom's ankle.

"Hey! Leave him alone!" Lyla spoke up as he started to push Tom out of the room, but was ignored and the door was locked again.

She snorted but tried again to do the same thing as before, reaching for the white piece of ceramic on the floor, but she couldn't. Then she remembered the boot. She took off her shoes but none of the intruders took them away.

She took one of the shoes and started to take off the laces, then she put them through the holes again but in a U shape, then holding the laces she threw the shoe towards the ceramic piece, then pulled and the object moved. a little. She smiled when she saw that her idea was working and continued pulling the object towards her.

She was just about to catch it when she heard the sound of the door being unlocked and threw the shoe away, so that it couldn't be seen, and turned the other way, hiding it.

The door opened and she gasped in horror. Two men were carrying Tom, whose face was almost completely disfigured, bleeding and with swollen stitches.

"Hey, doll, say goodbye to your friend." one of the men said and took Tom's hand, making him say goodbye.

"Tom!" she tried to get up and reach him, but was stopped by the ankle chain. "Release him!"

The men just let out a dismissive hum and led Tom out, closing the door again.

They were going to kill him.

They were going to kill him, my god.

Lyla put her hands over her mouth, her eyes wide. She only realized she was crying when she felt tears dripping onto her lap.

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Tom was pushed outside the building, where the elderly man was waiting for him again.

"Go, and tell them of our mercy." he said.

Tom was pushed and began to stumble, until he was out of sight into the forest. He walked slowly and sometimes fell, the injuries on his body hurt so much, he was beaten by two different guys.

He continued walking even with the pain in his body, he needed to go back to Jackson and inform them of all this, he needed to let them know that Lyla was still there, alone.

He tried to increase his walking pace to get there faster, even though his entire body hurt. After about three hours, he saw Jackson and sighed in relief.

He walked to the gates with his hands in the air, seeing the inhabitants keeping watch on small makeshift platforms to see over the gates.

"Don't shoot, I'm from Jackson, don't shoot." he said in a tired voice.

"Tom?" one of them spoke and his eyes widened. "Open the gates! He's one of the patrollers."

The gates were opened and he passed through them, seeing some people approaching to look at the scene. His knees were almost giving out when he was held by someone, he looked up and saw Tommy staring at him with a confused and worried expression.

"Invaders... invaders in the east. The building, Lyla is there." Tom managed to say before his eyes closed and he passed out.

Tommy's eyes widened and he looked at Joel, who also approached the gates when he saw the movement.

"Everyone go back to doing your chores! Let's go." he said and looked at some other people. "Take him to the clinic." he lifted Tom a little and two men came out carrying him.

He turned to talk to Joel but he was already gone, he took a deep breath and headed towards Joel's house. When he got there, he saw Ellie looking confused at Joel who was stuffing things into a backpack and already had a shotgun hanging on his shoulders.

"Joel, stop." he approached but Joel didn't listen to him. "Joel, stop!"

Joel turned and faced him.

"Did you hear what he said?"

"Let's talk to Maria first-"

"Did you hear what he said?" Joel asked, raising his voice. "Lyla is there, alone. I won't wait for anything."

Ellie's eyes widened a little when she heard what Joel said.

"Where is Lyla?" she asked but neither of them looked at her.

"I'll go with you, let me get my things and call some things, it's quick." Tommy said and saw Joel shake his head.

"We don't have time, Tommy. Did you see what they did to Tom? What do you think they can do with her?"

Tommy just turned and walked out the door hurriedly.

"Where's Lyla?" Ellie asked fidgeted and Joel finally looked at her.

"I'm coming to get her."

He walked out the door in time to see Tommy and two other people heading towards the stables, he also went towards her and ignored anything Tommy was going to say.

"Let's go." he said and heard the others mounting their horses behind him.

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Lyla was desperate. She was hungry and thirsty. Her stomach hurts and her lips are dry.

No one has come back since the last time they came, to show Tom. He must be dead now.

She sat down and started thinking about what she should do, then she heard a crash outside, followed by shouting and arguing. The invaders appeared to be arguing among themselves.

She should take advantage of this situation, so she looked at the ceramic object, which she had discovered was a toilet flush lid, it was broken at one end but still had a rectangular shape. But she didn't know what to do with it.

It was then that she saw it. Almost hidden behind the pipe her chain was attached to. A saw bow. It was rusty.

She approached the wall and picked it up, looking closely. A quick thought running through her mind, she looked at her trapped foot and directed the saw at it, but quickly gave up, she wouldn't have the courage.

Then she had another idea, she took the saw again and started trying to saw the chain, in desperation she tried and tried, but the saw didn't even have any effect: the chain remained intact.

She sighed and her eyes filled with tears. She remembered her mother, she wanted her mother now. She took a deep breath and wiped her eyes, this wasn't the time to have a crisis.

Then she looked at the piece of pottery. Then she looked at her trapped foot. She picked up the object and held it tightly.

She took a deep breath and lifted the object into the air and directed it towards her foot, then she squeezed her eyes tightly and gave a strong blow, feeling the sharp pain immediately hit her, but she couldn't stop. She gave a few more blows, more than five. Then he threw the bloody object on the floor and only then allowed himself to scream a little.

She then held the injured foot and took another deep breath, and with force she broke the bone near the heel.

She threw herself back, crying. The pain made her want to be held by her mother again.

She stood up again and passed her broken foot through the ring holding it to the chain, wincing in pain. She tried to get up but fell.

She couldn't stand on her left leg, her foot was just a squishy thing now, bleeding. She got up again and jumped up and down, immediately regretting it because with each jump her broken foot wobbled and hurt.

She was going to sit down to rest, but then she remembered. When they took Tom away she didn't hear the click of the latch outside. The door was closed, but not locked.

She crawled to the door and leaned against the wall, then slowly slid it open, seeing that it really wasn't locked.

She opened the door completely and bent down again, crawling again, feeling pain from her broken foot touching the floor. She stepped out of the narrow hallway and saw the chaos happening: the invaders attacking each other, shooting each other, slitting each other's throats.

She got up and started walking, aiming to get outside. She seemed invisible, none of them seemed to notice her presence there.

She stopped walking when a dead man fell in front of her. She bent down and picked up the pistol that used to be his, before starting to walk again.

She managed to get outside without anyone stopping her, when she got outside she thought about putting down the pistol, but decided not to, she might need it.

She continued limping and leaning on the trees until she finally entered the forest. The pain in her broken foot was unbearable, she fell to the ground and lay there, looking at the sky.

She couldn't think straight because of the pain, she looked to the side when she felt a presence near her, then she held her breath.

"Mom?"

She sat down and started to crawl to try to reach it, but the figure just moved away.

"Mom?" she called again, now crying.

The figure disappeared and Lyla saw that she was alone. The pain in her foot was making her see things.

She managed to drag herself until she was far enough away from the old building that she could no longer hear the screams of the invaders inside, then fell back to the ground.

She couldn't take it anymore, she didn't know where she was, the pistol was no longer in her hands, the pain in her foot made her feel sick and had a headache.

She tried to sit up when she felt the vomit coming, but she couldn't, so she just turned sideways on the floor and vomited. She couldn't move anymore, so everything went dark.

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Joel saw the building from afar and got off his horse, tied it to a tree, watching Tommy and the others do the same.

He took a few steps forward, with the gun pointed, when he saw something on the ground. Someone, actually. He approached slowly, gun pointed, so when he got close enough, he felt his chest tighten.

Lyla.

Thrown on the ground, unconscious.

He got closer and took another look, seeing the left foot completely bloody, it looked broken. He also saw the pool of vomit next to her head.

He heard Tommy stifle a choked sigh behind him. He slung the shotgun back over her shoulders and crouched down, holding her face with one hand while the other went for her neck. The heartbeat was constant. He sighed in relief.

"She's alive." he said and saw Tommy let out a breath and nod.

Tommy turned around and started talking to the others, motioning for them to keep walking to check out the building.

Joel felt his vision go blurry as he placed her head on his left arm. Her mouth was covered in vomit, her hands were covered in blood.

"Let's check the building, can you get back to Jackson alone?" Tommy asked.

"Help me put her on the horse and I'll take care of the rest." he replied without looking at his brother.

He lifted her off the ground carefully and handed it to Tommy.

"Watch her foot." he said before turning to untie the horse.

He got on the horse and made a shell with his right arm to support Lyla's body, he would need to get to Jackson quickly, she was barefoot and had a serious injury.

He didn't wait for Tommy to say goodbye, he turned the horse and began to trot towards Jackson.

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ALICE IN WONDERLAND AU ♤ PART 4: TAEHYUNG

My works are 14+ ONLY. If you’re under 14 DO NOT interact with me or any of my works

Pairing: Mad Hatter!Taehyung x fem reader

Word count: 2,432

Your journey led you to a small, broken gate that had an old sign hanging from it reading: Tea party this way! Both you and Yoongi came to a stop as you read the sign.

Yoongi kicked the gate open abruptly and walked through, all the while keeping an indifferent expression. Making your way down a small, sloping hill you were able to get a look at your new surroundings. The area looked abandoned, a rotting windmill being the only thing left standing.

There was a small, dirt path that you followed Yoongi down. From that point, you could see a huge table sitting out in the middle of nowhere, the windmill standing just beyond the setup. Tea cups, broken glass, and an assortment of small desserts littered the tabletop. Mismatched chairs were set around it, every single one unoccupied.

Seated at the head of the table was a man dressed in a fancy, vivid purple robe made of silk. Underneath was an equally as vibrant hot pink shirt which was unbuttoned to show off the many gold necklaces adorning his neck. Sitting atop his head was a crazy-looking top hat that was wider at the crown and slanted ever so slightly. Wrapped around the band of the hat was a silky ribbon of the same hot pink as his shirt, a slip of paper tucked into it with the number 10/6 on it. He was laughing joyously, clinking his teacup with what appeared to be a dormouse in a red coat.

This must be the Hatter. You mused.

He was handsome. So handsome, in fact, that he didn't seem real. Though everyone you had met so far was like that.

Yoongi cleared his throat to announce your presence, the man looking up from his spot at the table, his eyes widening in recognition.

"Y/n." He whispered to himself. He jumped up from his seat and hurried straight across the table, knocking everything over as he did so.

"Y/n! It's you!" He exclaimed cheerfully.

Leaping off the table, he eagerly approached, grabbing the sides of your face and planting a firm kiss to your lips, pulling away with a loud smooch sound.

His bizarre and very abrupt display of affection caught you off guard. The Hatter grinned widely, not phased at all by what he had just done. It seemed as if he wasn't even aware that his actions were anything but normal.

Your eyes were blown wide in shock. Being kissed right on the mouth was not what you expected when you envisioned your meeting with the Hatter.

"It is you, isn't it?" He asked squishing your cheeks between his lace glove-clad hands.

"Yes." You had said, but it came out as "Yesh."

"I knew it!" He grinned showing off a unique boxy smile before wrapping his arms around you in a tight hug.

Just as you were about to ask him to loosen his grip (because he was squeezing the life out of you), he let go and moved to hug Yoongi.

"Oh, Yoongi!" He gushed enthusiastically. "Thank you so much for bringing her to me! Though I sent Jungkook to bring her so I must say I'm a little surprised." He murmured. "Oh well. Y/n is back and that's all that matters!"

"She doesn't remember." Yoongi spoke flatly, breaking the news right away.

The crazy man's cheerful attitude disappeared immediately, his face going somber.

"She doesn't?" He asked, his chipper tone now disheartened.

Yoongi shook his head.

"You don't remember who I am?" The man turned to you, his brown irises searching your face desperately.

"Jungkook said people call you Hatter, but that's all I know."

He frowned when you said that. You didn't know his name.

"I'm sorry." You apologized. "I wish I could remember."

Hatter's bottom lip jutted out in disappointment. "Well, never mind that. There's no time to be sad, we have a tea party to attend!" His cheerful attitude was back in the blink of an eye. "Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Taehyung." He took a bow, removing his hat.

You took notice of his uniquely-colored hair which sported a pale pink color that resembled cotton candy.

"Nice to meet you... again."

"Turn that frown upside down, dear Y/n! Your memories are sure to return at some point. In the meantime, why don't you rest your weary bones? I'm sure you're tired from your journey. Have a seat." He took hold of your hand and pulled you towards the table, guiding you to the chair situated to the left of his.

"Yoongi, my friend. Join us!" Taehyung waved him over.

"I don't know. I'm pretty tired."

"Don't be a party pooper. C'mon! We've got all kinds of tea. I also picked some mandarins earlier today." Taehyung gestured to a 3-tier cupcake stand which had the citrus fruit displayed on it instead of sweet treats.

Yoongi's ears perked up at the mention of mandarin oranges, his eyes brightening.

"I suppose it wouldn't kill me to stay for a little while."

"That's the spirit!" Taehyung clasped his hands together.

Yoongi flopped down in a nearby chair and kicked his legs up on the table. Taehyung was quick to pour him up a hot cup of tea and serve it along with an orange. Yoongi wasted no time snatching up the citrus and peeling it.

"Y/n, would you like some tea?" Taehyung offered.

"Sure. I'll have a cup."

Taehyung grabbed a chipped teacup off the table and poured some steaming tea into it, offering it to you with a smile. You thanked him, your eyes momentarily scanning the cluttered tabletop. The sound of something lightly scooting along the wood of the table grabbed your attention. The dormouse you saw earlier was pushing a glass container with sugar cubes inside towards you.

"Oh! Um. Thank you."

Lifting the lid, you plucked a couple cubes from the container and dropped them into your tea, stirring them around with a small spoon. The dormouse then scampered off, scrambling into an empty overturned teapot.

Lifting the cup to your lips, you took a sip. The tea was warm and tasted wonderful.

You hummed softly at the flavor, not bothering to question how it was brewed in the middle of nowhere. With everything you'd experienced this far, you wouldn't question anything about this place.

"Where is Jungkook?" Taehyung asked. "I sent him to bring you here."

"Oh." A frown etched into your features. "The bandersnatch attacked us. Jungkook and Jimin stayed behind to fight it."

"Jimin too? Are they alright?"

"I don't know."

"I told her they're strong and don't back down easily." Yoongi mentioned.

"That's true." Nodded Taehyung.

"If that's the case, then I hope I see them again." You murmured, going to take a sip of tea.

"Oh my!"

Taehyung's sudden exclamation had you lowering your cup. "What?"

"If the bandersnatch was after you, then that means..." His sentence went unfinished as a horrified look flashed across his features, his eyes glazed over and distant. "That means..."

Leaning forward, you waited for him to finish what he was saying, but he only stopped and reached into his pocket, pulling out a watch.

"It's time for tea!" He announced cheerily.

"What?"

He didn't even finish what he was saying.

"Here have some more!" Taehyung insisted, pouring more of the warm beverage into both yours and Yoongi's cups.

"He gets like this." Yoongi informed you from across the table, pointing to his head and doing a twisting gesture. "I told you he's off his rocker."

"Off my rocker?" Taehyung echoed Yoongi's words, seeming to tune into what was being said about him. "Are you saying I'm mad?"

"Of course you are."

"I'm just eccentric and have odd habits is all." Taehyung huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I'll say." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"And what's so wrong about being eccentric? Hm? There's nothing wrong with it. Not at all."

"What were you saying, Taehyung?" You inquired, cutting his tangent short.

"Oh yes! If the bandersnatch was after you then that means the Red King wants you."

"Me?"

"That's what I just said, silly goose." Taehyung tittered, ruffling your hair.

Using your fingers to comb through your hair, you attempted to smooth out the strands wether they were messed up or not.

"Anyway, a while back the Red King sent some of his goons to spy on you and see how you grew up. He wanted to kidnap you and keep you for himself. Luckily, I caught wind of the plan and decided to send Jungkook to get you and bring you to me. That way you'd be safe." He puffed out his chest proudly.

"Yeah she'll be safe alright." Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"She will! I'm totally capable of it! I'll keep my Y/n safe." He turned to you with a smile.

"Your Y/n?" Yoongi's questioned, sitting up.

"Yeah."

"She's not yours."

"She's not yours either."

"I kissed her." Yoongi grinned smugly.

"So did I."

"Mine was a real kiss. Go on, ask her."

Taehyung turned to you, raising his brows in silent question, waiting for you to respond.

Yoongi stared, prompting you to respond.

"It happened so suddenly and it was over before I knew what he had done."

That was a tiny lie. The kiss was sudden and short, but once your brain caught up with what had happened, you did let yourself enjoy the moment, albeit short-lived.

"But you liked it." Yoongi smirked resting his elbows on the table while leaning towards you.

Thankfully, you weren't given the opportunity to respond as Taehyung cut in.

"Well, I kissed you too."

"You bombarded her." Yoongi responded for you. "At least there was some buildup for mine. You just ran up and slammed your lips to hers. She didn't even know it was coming."

He was right. Though it wasn't totally unpleasant it was unorthodox.

"Oh." It's as if Taehyung realized for the first time that what he had done wasn't considered normal. "I guess I got ahead of myself."

"Well, it doesn't matter because I kissed her first."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"It means she's mine." Yoongi hissed.

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?"

"What if she doesn't want to be yours?" Yoongi turned the question on Taehyung.

"I want her though."

"Everyone wants her!" Yoongi raised his voice. "Why do you think The Red King is after her? He likes her! So does The White King! Jungkook, Jimin, Namjoon, you, me! We all want her!"

You sat frozen in shock as Yoongi and Taehyung bickered and shouted at each other, arguing over... you.

This is madness.

"Hey. Guys, please stop. I'm feeling really overwhelmed."

They didn't hear you, too engrossed in their own petty argument. Standing up from your chair, you cleared your throat.

"Guys." You raised your voice a little in hopes to gain their attention.

They continued to argue.

This has to be a dream because this? This is absolutely ridiculous. The way these two were fighting over you of all people was so not realistic. Forget what Jungkook and Jimin said. This isn't real. It can't be.

"Guys!" You exploded, yelling at the top of your lungs. "Cut it out already!"

They both froze right where they were. Taehyung had gotten up from his seat and was gripping the collar of Yoongi's shirt while the cat hybrid had one of his hands clenched in a fist, ready to strike the Hatter in the jaw.

"Please just stop." You begged through an exasperated sigh. "I'm overwhelmed by all of this already and the arguing isn't helping. So please quit fighting."

"Sorry Y/n." They mumbled collectively.

You dropped back down into your chair, reaching forward to take a sip of tea, letting the warm liquid calm you a bit.

Taehyung was the first to speak. "We shouldn't have gotten so heated, especially over you."

"He's right." Yoongi agreed.

"Thanks you two." Your finger traced absentmindedly over the swirls on the teacup in your hands.

Silence hung in the air for a few moments before you broke it by speaking.

"Tae?"

The Hatter's eyes widened, even Yoongi had a surprised expression on his face.

"You called me Tae."

"I... did." Your brows furrowed.

Where did that come from? How odd. The nickname slipped out like it was second nature, as if that was something you referred to him as all the time.

The expression on Taehyung's face melted into one of nostalgia. "That's what you called me when you came to Wonderland all those years ago."

"I did?"

"Yes." He nodded vigorously. "If you remember the nickname you gave me, then you must remember everything else, right?"

"That would make sense. Yes." You nodded.

"Maybe you'll get your memory back after all." Yoongi cracked a small smile.

For the first time since stepping foot in this place called Wonderland, you felt hope that your memories would return.

The sound of marching feet echoed in the distance, the disturbance causing you to scan the area for the source of the noise. Yoongi and Taehyung both looked alert.

"Oh no." Yoongi mumbled.

"What? Who is that?"

"It's The Red King's knights. I'd guess they somehow found out you're here in Wonderland." Taehyung's face paled. "Y/n, you need make yourself scarce right away."

"Where do I go?"

"I don't know. Away from here."

"What about you?"

"Someone's gotta distract them." He winked. "Don't you worry. Tae has got this all under control." He tipped his hat.

"I wish you luck. You too, Yoongi."

"Oh, I'll be fine. I can disappear whenever I want. It's him you should be worried about." He gestured to Taehyung.

"Go somewhere safe, Y/n. I'll look for you." Taehyung assured, ignoring Yoongi's slight jab at him.

With a single nod, you took off, darting away from the tea party set up in the middle of nowhere. As you ran, you heard faint voices behind you in the distance.

"So, Taehyung. It's been a while, hasn't it? We heard Y/n is back." A man's voice spoke, his tone obnoxiously arrogant.

"She is? Since when? I'm actually kind of offended no one thought to inform me." He sighed dramatically. "I'm always out of the loop."

You let out a light chuckle and shook shook your head as you fled. That Taehyung sure is something. Even in the face of danger he managed to put on a completely clueless demeanor. He may be mad, but he's clever.

➯ Part 5: Namjoon

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[liviavanrouge]

Twisted Playtime AU: Gone

Livia hurried around the stronghold to get used to things, looking around as Minako came up behind her. Epel reached up with his arms and pulled the sliding gate open but it closed on it's own after a few seconds "Jack, take my grabpack, you're in charge of making sure CatNap doesn't get close to any of us"Minako says taking the item off. Jack nodded to her and turned away, leaping up onto one of the gates, his ears twitching as the alarm went off announcing that their time to get used to everything was up and CatNap was now on his way. Epel took control of the other gate with an extra grabpack Kissy had found and given them. "Same for you too, alright"Minako calls getting a quick nod from him. Livia shrugged her own off and shoved it into Minako's hands. "What the hell-"Minako mutters looking at her suspiciously. "I'm gonna be switching the batteries around whenever one goes out, so you use that"Livia says patting Minako's shoulder. "I trust you to watch my back." Minako perked up surprised.

She walked past her, facing the computer, her eyes fixed intently on the progress bar. Minako stood in the middle of the room, keeping her eye out towards the two halls behind her. Livia hurried past her, pulling a battery out, and placing it into an empty spot, looking at the bar and seeing it was still going. Alarms rung from above, all eyes darting up to see CatNap opening the lid. "SHUT IT!" The green hand fired from Minako's pack, Livia pulling another battery out rushing it over to an empty slot and slipping it in. She looked up, her eyes widening as CatNap held the lid open with a single claw keeping it from being shut as he reached inside to grab one of them. "CATNAP!!!!!" DogDay came into view from above, tackling the purple cat away, the lid slamming shut as the sounds of a brawl came from outside. "DOGDAY!"Livia yells alarmed. A muffled yell for them to keep going followed, CatNap's screech of anger cutting out most of it. Minako tossed Livia another battery, the girl catching it and switching it out with one of the others.

Minako caught the taken out battery, slipping it into place in the empty slot. Jack's hand from his grabpack flew over their heads, collecting electricity. He turned and fired it at the power outlet inside the room, mist flying out blocking off the figure of CatNap coming down the hall. Minako fired a small burst of flame down one of the halls, removing the illusion of CatNap. The top opened again, CatNap coming into view. "OH NO YOU DON'T!!" Arms threw themselves around CatNap's neck, snatching him backwards. DogDay tossed him away and looked down at them. "KEEP GOING!" He shut the lid, letting out an angry yell. "Almost there!"Livia calls glancing back at them. "3!" Minako perked up, noticing the lid was shaking, screeching and yelling coming from above. "2!" Livia looked up, her eyes wide. "1!!" Sparking came from the power outlet above her, Minako firing the green hand, collecting it. The lid flew open, CatNap diving down into the room throwing her into Minako, both hitting the ground.

Jack and Epel landed, DogDay leaping down onto CatNap, the two wrestling across the floor. "THROW HIM!"Minako calls aiming the sparking green hand. DogDay kicked CatNap off sending him backwards. The green hand fired and hit right in his chest, a screech coming from him. He fell over stunned, then shakily reached over as red smoke came from his mouth, fire spreading across his body causing him to screech as he writhed around along the floor. DogDay hugged Livia and Minako close, staring at the cat. The lid opened a skeletal hand coming down, CatNap scooting back looking afraid for a moment until the hand turned over. "Wait..."Livia mumbles CatNap's screeches having sounded familiar. She looked up, eyes wide as she reached forward. "PAPA! STOP!"Livia screamed reaching for him, her eyes wide. CatNap froze as if coming to his senses, turning his head to her. "Livia...my baby"CatNap mutters reaching for her. The hand stabbed him through the side of his head, lifting him out. "Papa..."Livia mumbles. She gritted her teeth, tears welling up in her eyes.

"PROTOTYPE!! I'LL FUCKING KILL YOU!!!"

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[yourwalkingdeadmf]

Blood red ll

I HOPE YOU ENJOY IF YOU HAVE ANY SUGGESTIONS ON IDEAS FOR ME PLEASE LET ME KNOW

WARNINGS: SMUT, MENTION RAPE,BREEDING KINK,DOM CARL,SUB Y/N

DARLYS POV

Rick has call us to his house for a meeting I have no clue what about we are on are way there to see

A FEW MINUTES LATER

I knocked on the grimes house door and Rick let us in

Rick: hey guys so carl found a girl in the wood who runaway from the Saviors and negan

Maggie: what

YES I KNOW MAGGIE IS AT HILL TOP BUT FOR THE PLOT SHE IS HERE

Daryl: how old is this girl

Rick: I didn't ask yet but she seems to be around Carl's age

CARL'S POV

I hear everyone downstairs I need to wakeup y/n

Carl: y/n you need to get up and meet some people

Y/n gets up and nods

Y/n: can I stay behind you though

I nod and with that we headed down

Carl: hey guys this is y/n she is a bit tired and nervous

Y/n waves

Y/n: hi

MAGGIE'S POV

this girl she is scared I can tell

Rick: y/n this is Maggie daryl michonne carol and rosita

Rick says as he pointed to each of us when he said are names

Y/n: hi I'm y/n

Daryl: how old are you kid

y/n: 15

Y/N'S POV

Y/n: 15

I say to them the girl named Maggie walk over to me and hugged me

Maggie: I can't imagine what it was like for you to be there with negan

I hugged her back she was right she couldn't it was hard being there more the one of my dads man have tried to rape me and one did I lied when I said the guy I kill was because he tried he did that's why I killed him my dad he doesn't know

MAGGIE'S POV

this girl I can't imagine what she has been through because of those monsters this girl need love and support and im going to be there I'm going to give it to this kid

CARL'S POV

I know that I just meet this girl but I'm in love with her when I found her I was just so nice to her if it were anyone else I probably would have just killed them but with y/n it was like love at first sight

RICK'S POV

Rick: she is going to be staying with us michonne if that ok with you

I look at my wife and she nod as she see the way carl looks a y/n

Carl and y/n go back to his room

Rick: so negan is coming tomorrow did everyone hide this that negan would take

They all nod

Rick: ok I'll see you guys tomorrow

NEGANS POV

my daughter runway I should have know she has be acting so weird the past few day fuck

TIME SIKP TO THE NEXT DAY

Negan: little pig little pig let me in!

Y/N'S POV

me and carl where walking around Alexandra when I hear my dad yell

Negan: little pig little pig let me in!

Carl and everyone that I meet last night walk over to the gates a they opened and I ran up to but behind carl nervous for when my dad see me

NEGANS POV

I walk in to Rick the picks place and what do I see my daughter

Negan: y/n you have betrayed me your own dad

CARL'S POV

we all look at y/n

Carl: what

Y/n: I'm sorry I didn't say anything I just thought you wouldn't like me If I told you and I hate everything things he does please

I look at her with sympathy but to have a dad like him must be hard just how fast he was to just turn her away because she left tells me how much of a shitty father he is to her and just to think about all that she has seen him to I hugged her as negan left I dragged her to my room not only did I like her but she was the enemy's daughter and that thought alone turned me on once we got in my room I kissed her and she kiss me back

Y/N'S POV

He kissed me and u kissed him back

A few minutes of just kissing we started to take each other clothes off

Now we where naked

CARL'S POV

Carl: knees now

Y/n obeys and get on her knees

Carl: suck

Y/n: Carl what if someone comes in here

Carl: suck now

Y/N'S POV

I nod I start to kitten licking up and down his shaft

Carl: stop teasing

He slaps me in the face with his cock

And then I take him in my mouth

Carl: good girl just like that

After I sucked him off for a while I couldn't wait any more

Y/n: please carl

I begged

Carl: please what

Y/n: please fuck me carl please

CARL'S POV

I pick her up and throw her on the bed

And I line up with her entrance and with that

I trusted in to her and fuck her moans were great and I'm going to make sure I'm the only one that will ever hear them

Y/n: fuck faster please please please

I trust faster in to her and harder 

This went on for a few minutes but now now we were both about to cum

Carl: do you want me to breed you make you mine

Y/n: fuck yes please

She practically screams as she cums on my cock and cum in her we both moan then we lay down her on my chest

Carl: fuck that was good

Y/n: yeah

Carl: you did so good for me

I say as I kiss her head

Carl: y/n will you be my girlfriend

Y/n: yes of course

She gets up a bit and kiss me and I smile

Carl: ok go to sleep love

She nods and she goes to sleep so I do to

AAA SO THIS IS MY FIRST EVER SMUT SO SORRY IF IT SHORT AND BAD BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS CHAPTER AND I HAVE SOME BIG THOUGHTS FOR THE NEXT PART AND SORRY THAT ITS LATE I STARTED SCHOOL SO THATS WHY

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[maddiehu7]

My angel | Castiel |

Chapter 2

*knock knock*

"So, where is it?" A girl with black hair and a tank top opens the door

"Where's what?" I question

"the pizza that takes two guys to deliver" she says sarcastically

"I think we got the wrong room" Dean sighs out

"Hey is-" Sam says coming out from around the corner

"Hey, ya, Sammy" Dean says smiling, Sam breathing heavily looking at him in shock, Dean goes towards him for a hug but Sam jumps into action taking out a knife and pinning Dean against the wall, bobby jumping in pulling Sam off him

"Who are you!" Sam shouts trying to get out of Bobby's hold

"Like you didn't do this" Dean says angrily

"Do what?!" Sam continues shouting

"It's him Sam, it's him, I've been through this already it's really him" Bobby says still holding Sam back

"But..." Sam starts to calm down

"I know, I look fantastic" Dean says smiling walking towards him Sam just looks at him for a second before hugging him tightly

"So, are you to like....together?" We all look to the girl in the corner

"What? No, he's my brother" Sam smiles

"O-oh got it...I guess, look I should probably go" she says awkwardly

"Yeah-yeah probably a good idea..sorry" Sam sighs out, she collects her clothes Sam also getting dressed while we stand there awkwardly

"So call me?" she says heading out the door

"Yeah, yeah sure thing Kathy" Sam says

"Christie" she corrects

"Right" they stand there awkwardly for a second before she leaves, Sam closes the door coming over to sit down as we all look at him suspiciously

"So tell us what'd it cost?" I question angrily pissed at the fact he hasn't even acknowledged me

"The girl? I don't pay Mia" he looks at me laughing my face screwing up in disgust

"Not funny Sam, to bring me back what'd it cost? Was it just your soul of was it something worse?" Dean takes over

"You think I made a deal?"

"That's exactly what we think" I say

"Well I didn't" he sounds honest but if he didn't bring dean back, who did?

"Don't lie to us" Dean says seriously

"I'm not lying" Sam looks up at him

"So, what now? I'm off the hook and your on is that it? Your some demons bitch boy, I didn't wanna be saved like this"

"Look, Dean I wish I had done it, all right?" Sam stands up but when he does Dean grabs him by the shirt harshly

"There's no other way that this could have gone down now tell the truth!" Dean yells, Sam pushing him off

"I tried everything that's the truth, I tried opening the devils gate, hell I tried to bargain Dean but no demon would deal all right....you were rotting in hell for months-for months and I couldn't stop it so I'm sorry it wasn't me...Dean I'm sorry" Sam finish's sadly

"It's okay Sammy...you don't have to apologize I believe you" Dean sighs out

"Don't get wrong I'm gladden that Sam's soul remains intact, but that does raise a sticky question" Bobby speaks up

"If he didn't pull Dean out, then what did?" I say confused.

We all sit down, Sam handing Dean and Bobby a beer

"So what were you doing around here if you weren't digging me out of my grave?" Dean asks taking a swig of his drink

"Well once I figured out I couldn't save you....i started hunting Lilith down, trying to get some payback" Sam says

"All by yourself?" I question still angry he didn't call once

"Yeah I'm-I'm sorry Mia and Bobby I should have called, I was pretty messed up" Sam sighs out not even sounding sorry

"Oh like I wasn't you fucking asshole" I spit back

"Mia..." Sam trails off not knowing what to say

"Whatever Sam" is say tearing up a bit, Bobby rubbing my shoulder

"I know a girl her names Pamela she could probably help with something like this" Bobby says to us

"Well what are we waiting for" I say swallowing my feelings, walking out the door them following me

We get in baby for the first time in a year and it's like coming home I sit in the back smiling

"What the hell is that?" Dean says looking at technology in his old car

"That's an iPod jack" Sam says smiling

"You were supposed to take care of her not douche her up" Dean says annoyed

"Dean I thought the car was mine" Sam scoffs, Dean just looks away rolling his eyes starting the car driving off

"There's still one thing that's bothering me" Dean speaks up after a couple minutes on the road

"Yeah?" I say

"Yeah the night that I got bit, how'd you two make it out? I thought Lilith was gonna kill you guys to" He says looking at Sam i just sit back in my seat knowing Dean will not react well to what happened

"We'll, she tried to kill Mia but I jumped in front of her but when I did nothing happened, she couldn't kill me"

"what do you mean she couldn't?" Dean says confused

"She fired this like burning light at me and...it didn't leave a scratch like I was immune or something" Sam says looking at Dean

"Immune?" He questions

"Yeah I don't know who was more surprised her or us, she left pretty fast after that"

"Huh" Dean sighs out

"What about queen of bitches ruby were is she?" I ask Sam

"Dead or in hell"

"So you've been using your freaky e.s.p stuff?" Dean questions and even though I'm not on the best terms with Sam I kick Deans seat for calling him freaky

"No" Sam says but I can tell there’s something more to it

"Sure about that? I mean now that you've got immunity, whatever the hell that is" i say sighing

"What other wierdo crap you got going on" Dean says bluntly

"Dean!" I scold him

"It's ok Mia" Sam smiles at me thankfully I just roll my eyes still mad at him

~~~time skip~~~

"Bobby!" A pretty woman comes out smiling hugging him

"Your a sight for sore eyes" Bobby smiles

"So, are you the kids he always talks about?" She says looking us up and down

"Sam, dean, Mia-Pamela Barnes best damn psychic in the state" Bobby says, we all say hi

"Mm,mm,mm" she says looking at us hungrily

"Dean Winchester out of the fire and back in the frying pain, huh? Makes you a rare individual" Pamela says

"if you say so" Dean replies

"Come on in" she says leading us into her house

"So you hear anything?" Bobby asks

"Well I quija-ed my way through a dozen spirits no one seems to know who broke your boy out or why" she sighs out

"So what's next" I say

"a seance I think, see if we can see who did the deed" she says

"Your not gonna summon the damn thing here?" Bobby questions

"No I just wanna get a sneak peak at it, like a crystal ball without the crystal"

"I'm game" I say she smiles at me leading us to a table and laying a cloth down on it, setting up some candles, and turning the lights off having us all sit down

“Take each others hands, and I need to touch something our mystery monster touched” Pamela says, we all look at Dean as he pulls up his shirt sleeve reviling the handprint

“Ok” she says as she places her hand on it closing her eyes

“I invoke, conjure, and command you to appear unto me before this circle” she says repeating it a couple times before the tv turns on and the table starts to shake

“Castiel?” She says I look at her questioningly

“No sorry castiel I don’t scare easy” she says challenging it

“Castiel?” I ask

“Its name, it’s whispering to me to turn back, I conjure and command you show me your face” she repeats

“Maybe we should stop” Bobby says worriedly

“I almost got it” she says quickly going back to repeating

“Show me your face now!” She yells but all of a sudden the candles light up and she’s screaming her eyes burning white as she passes out

“Call 911!” Bobby yells to us who look in shock, Sam goes and grabs the phone as we huddle around Pamela

“I can’t see” she sobs me and Bobby looking at each other confused, what the hell just happened and who’s castiel?

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Betrayal's Bond | An Uchiha Brothers Series Chapter 1

Summary: You've been tasked with finding the team of jonin that went missing on their mission to the village hidden in the stars but what happens when you take one Uchiha brother to look for the other? Pairing: Tsundere Sasuke x female!reader x Itachi (love triangle) Word Count: 3k Warnings: Nothing crazy really, a paper bomb goes off but no one is injured a/n: alright here we go first chapter be sure to read the teaser as it has all the information about the mission (very important to the story) List of Terminology

Going though my checklist one last time I make sure I've packed everything I'll need for this mission and come up short on one thing, kunai knives. Sasuke will kill me if I ask him to make a stop for them so I just need to head down to the blacksmith and grab some before we meet up.

As I'm putting my shoes on I get a knock on my door and I jump at the sound. 'I've gotta stop being in my head all the time. It's making me way too jumpy these days' I think to myself before opening it.

"Oh, I thought we were gonna to meet at the front gates" I say, greeting an unimpressed Sasuke. "Figured it'd be easier if I came here so I wouldn't be waiting for you to catch up" he says looking down on me. "You ready?" he asks, cocking a brow.

'Always the charmer Sasuke' I think to myself before sighing out my response. "I need to go get some more kunai and then I'll be good to go" I cringe internally, knowing how annoyed he'll be. I turn my back to him and grab my pack before closing up and locking my door to avoid his glare.

"I have some more back at my place. You can just use those and pay me back later" he offers and starts walking off, leaving me to follow after him. "Are you sure you don't mind?" I question and he simply shrugs as an answer.

"The blacksmith doesn't open for a few more hours so there's no use waiting when we can just do this instead" he explains and keeps on walking. I slow down my pace a bit, shocked at his willingness to help.

'He didn't throw it in my face that I was unprepared or irresponsible or anything. He just offered to help without prompting. Why would he do that?' I question to myself, watching the Uchiha crest on his back as he walks ahead of me. "Come on keep up" he says without turning, sensing that we've gained some distance between us without even looking.

"Coming!" I respond, jogging a few paces to catch up with him.

~~~~

As we walk into the Uchiha clan's part of the village I realize that I've actually never been here before. "Close your mouth and eyes front. You look like a tourist" he grumbles, having seen my reaction in his peripheral.

"I'm sorry, it just looks so different compared to the rest of the village. Especially with the Uchiha crest everywhere. I can see how proud of your clan you all are" I respond, glancing around only occasionally as I follow him down the main road until we've made a few turns to get to his house.

"I'm home" he calls out while we both take off our shoes, "Oh Sasuke I thought you had gone out on a mission, did you forget something? Oh! Hello" his mother says as she walks down the hallway towards us until she comes around the corner into view and notices me.

"Mom this is y/n" Sasuke introduces me quickly before making moves to go grab the kunai. He doesn't really tell me to follow him or if I should stay here so I just opt to stay near the door with his mother.

"So you're Sasuke's teammate for this mission?" his mother asks, curious as to why he's brought me here. "Yes ma'am" I answer and she smiles warmly, making my heart almost ache at the sight of it.

"Y/n right? Sasuke's talked about you before, says you're a really formidable shinobi. I heard you even rivaled him for the top spot in your class at the academy" she praises, making me look down at the floor, shy at her words.

"Sasuke's a lot better than me I assure you" I reply, thankful but still bashful at the though of Sasuke not only talking about me but also telling her I'm a good shinobi.

"Sasuke doesn't talk about people often but when he does it's because they're either annoying or annoyingly good and I believe you're one of the latter" she jokes and we both laugh, quietting down once we hear Sasuke make his way back.

He looks at the both of us suspiciously but doesn't say a word other than a quick goodbye to his mom once again. "It was nice meeting you Mrs. Uchiha!" I say after I finish putting my shoes back on and give her a bow.

"You too dear! Now hurry up and come back soon" she says, smiling as she watches the both of us walk out of the house and down the street. I can't help but wonder if she means come back to the village or if I should come back to their house but I guess for now that'll remain a mystery.

"Do you know your way to The Land of Bears?" Sasuke asks me, breaking my train of thought and bringing my attention back to the mission. "I've seen it on the map and I've been on missions in that general vicinity so more or less yes" I respond and he hums in acknowledgment while we make our way out of the Uchiha clan neighborhood and onto the entrance of the village.

"Have you been there before?" I question, curious as to his answer as well. "No, but I've heard about the things that go on there and I'm interested to find out if they're true" he says, eyes facing forward and focused on leaving the village as soon as possible but going at an okay pace to save our energy for the time being.

"What things?" I question, not remembering anything noteworthy about it. "Have you heard about the so called star that they have in the hidden star village?" he asks, while we wave to the guards at the entrance of the village, having already been made aware of our mission and let us through without an issue. 

"By the sound of it you would think that they have a star but I haven't heard much about it" I answer truthfully, not bothering to make up any of my own guesses.

"They're big on keeping information away from outsiders so it makes sense you haven't heard much about it" he explains and I turn to look at him for a second but focus back on the road ahead of us so we can stay on course. "This so called star they have seems to be more of a meteor than a star and it's known to give the people who channel the energy from it a special form of chakra" he relays.

"Special form of chakra?" I echo and he nods his head before continuing. "No one really knows exactly what it does but it's known to have a purple hue and manifests in the shape of wings or feathers, depending on the jutsu that's cast" he explains further and I make sure it absorb everything so I can keep it in mind as we continue on out journey.

"Anyway we should pick up the pace since we don't know what kind of situation we'll be walking into" he says, referring to the group we're on our way to find and I nod my head, following his lead.

~~~~

After traveling for a few hours Sasuke suddenly stops, leaving me slowing down to do the same "What is it?" I whisper as I stop on the tree branch next to him but he puts a finger to his lips asking me to stay quiet so I oblige, listening for anything and everything that might clue me in until I hear the whoosh of a kunai headed straight towards us. 

"Get down!" he yells, tackling me to the ground and out of harms way before noticing seconds later there's a paper bomb attached to the end and pulling me further away as we hide behind a tree to avoid the blast. 

"What was that?" I ask but he puts his fingers to his lips again before peeking his head around the tree to find the perpetrator but he come up empty handed and turns his focus back to me. "Are you okay?" he asks, assessing my physical state before making eye contact again. 

"Yeah I'm fine" I say, getting up from the sitting position he had me in and opting to stand, leaning my back up against the tree, watching behind him while he continues to scope out the area we had been attacked from. 

"Alright come out" Sasuke orders, unamused with the situation we had been put in and out comes a young boy around our age. Walking aimlessly as though he doesn't have a care in the world until he lays his eyes on Sasuke. Both of the boys size each other up but before either one says another word I slip into the conversation. 

"You know there's a better way to try and get someone's attention besides throwing a paper bomb at them" I say, crossing my arms over my chest and the boy scoffs, acting as if I'm the one that wronged him. 

"What are two Leaf shinobi doing wandering through these parts?" he asks, mimicking my posture as a clear way to egg me on. "We're not wandering, we're passing through. There's a difference" I spit and as the boy makes a move to walk towards me Sasuke gets between us, taking control of the conversation.

"We don't want any trouble. We're just taking the fastest route to our destination" he says, keeping his words clear and concise, only giving the necessary information. 

"What's the purpose of your journey?" the boy presses and I jump in much to Sasuke's displeasure. "It's none of your concern so if you don't mind" I say, walking around Sasuke and past the boy, to continue on our way. 

"Where do you think you're going little lady" the boy says, grabbing onto my wrist and keeping me still. "I wouldn't do that if I were you" Sasuke warns and the boy clicks his tongue, "Or what?" he presses while tightening his hold on my wrist making me groan in pain, trying and failing to get out of his grasp. 

"Let's just say you don't wanna know" Sasuke say, closing his eyes before flashing his Sharingan at the boy making him loosen his grip enough for me to rip my wrist out of his grasp. "J-just steer clear of the woods on this side of the path" the boy says while taking a few steps back, clearly recognizing the visual prowess of the Uchiha clan. 

"Got it" Sasuke responds and narrows his eyes at the boy, making him run off to wherever he had come from. 

"You shouldn't have done that" I say, rubbing my wrist before administering medical ninjutsu right away, making sure to prevent it from slowing down our mission. "Would you have rather I let him break your wrist?" he says coldly, his eyes watching me curiously as the green glow envelops my arm. 

I stay silent at that and continue en route, Sasuke following behind me moments later, jogging a bit to catch up. An unspoken understanding to take it easy for a while as I treat my wrist. 

"I didn't know you knew medical ninjutsu" he says, glancing over at my arm again before fixing his eyes on the road ahead of us. "I started training a few months ago so it's relatively new" I respond, looking down at my wrist as well as glancing up every once in a while to make sure I don't trip. 

He nods his head and we continue on our journey. 

He takes notice of how cautious I'm being about walking and treating myself at the same time and decides to veer off to the right, sitting on a little stone bench on the side of the road we had been walking on. 

"What are you doing?" I question, watching as he slumps down on it and rests his head against the back, closing his eyes and trying to get as comfortable as he can given the circumstances. 

"Taking a break?" he says, not bothering to look at me and I roll my eyes before sitting down at the other end, resting my arm against my thigh as I take a few more minutes to finish treating it, the tender feeling soon fading away. 

"You done?" he asks, looking down and noticing that the green glow is gone and I was left rolling my wrist, stretching it out and making sure it's back to normal. "Did you stop just so I could finish treating it?" I question, not bothering to answer his question since the answer is obvious to at this point. 

"Figured it was better than you tripping or something from not paying attention" he says, getting up and putting his hands in his pockets, walks off without another word. 

~~~~

As we make our way into the first town we come across we decide to find a room for the night, the weather having gotten a lot colder as of late. The crips fall atmosphere exchanging places with the hash bite of winter nights. 

"I got us one room, hope that's okay" Sasuke says, walking up to where I had taken a seat on one of the benches in the small entryway. "That's fine, thanks" I say, grabbing the spare key. 'Why am I nervous all of a sudden? It's no big deal, he's a teammate. We would've been camping outside together anyways so this might as well be the same thing. 

He takes the lead and guides us to our room on the third floor and unlocks it, letting me in first which is...surprising. I had no idea he would care about simple gestures like that. It's probably because his mom raised him right, that's it. Maybe it's just a reflex. 

She does seem like the type of woman to make sure both of her boys and well versed in manners...even though Sasuke comes up short at times. 

I grab one of the futons and lay it closest to the window so I can watch the moon rise and take in the stars that some how seem a lot brighter here. Leaving Sasuke to place his on the opposite side of the room, maintaining a respectful distance. 

"Don't snore too loud alright? I'd like to at least get some sleep" he mumbles with his back turned to me. "I do not snore!" I raise my voice to defend myself but I hear him scoff. "That's not what your teammates say" he taunts and I curse the two guys that've been stuck with since our days at the academy. 

"Lee's the one who snores sound like an oncoming storm, plus Neji's a light sleeper and wakes up every five minutes no matter what" I say, standing up and taking my bag into the bathroom to get away from him. 

"I'm joking y/n" he taunts again and I roll my eyes, not amused with his efforts. "Didn't know you had a sense of humor" I scoff and the corner of his mouth turns up, amused with my reaction. 

"There's a lot you don't know about me" he says and I widen my eyes, surprised by the air of playfulness behind those words and close the door in response, having no clue what I would even say to that. 'Why is he acting so weird?' I think to myself as I get out of my clothes and rinse off before changing into something more comfortable that basically envelops my whole figure. 

As I make my way out of the bathroom I see that Sasuke isn't in the room but rather sitting on the balcony outside. 

"Bathroom's free" I say and he hums in response, looking up at the moon, no doubt lost in thought, what those thoughts might be I have no clue but I simply decide to take a few steps closer to keep him company.

"Took you long enough" he says, glancing over at me and I shake my head before bothering to respond. "Very funny" I answer dryly, looking up at the moon but drifting my eyes down to the town below, now just realizing that I hadn't even bothered take it all in. We both stand there, enjoying the low buzz of the people outside and breath in the cool night air, basking in the serenity of the moment. 

I turn to go inside and notice that he's seems as though he has no plans of coming in anytime soon. "You should get some rest. We'll be leaving right before dawn" I relay, reminding him that we still have a mission to complete and he nods in acknowledgment but stays just as he is. 

"Goodnight Sasuke" I say, sliding the door open and as I slowly close it behind me I hear him whisper a soft "Goodnight y/n" that has my heart fluttering. 

I don't know why I'm suddenly feeling like this but I guess there's just something about being alone with him that just feels different. If we were on a four man squad I can almost guarantee that we wouldn't have spoken a word to each other besides strategizing or communicating if a situation arises that needs to be dealt with.

I guess that's something that we should talk about if push comes to shove. It's only the two of us but we should still make sure we're on the same page if something were to happen. 

Shinobi should always be ready to act and adapt to situations especially in times of battle.

Both of us are strong in our own rite and can take care of ourselves but if we are to go through any challenges we might face successfully then we need to make sure we work together. Teamwork can make or break a mission so hopefully our skillsets will be compatible once combined together. 

It is essential to this mission's success. 

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Meet the Family | 1

Summary: y/n Seresin manages to convince her fellow fighter pilot boyfriend of 5 years, Bradley Bradshaw, to attend thanksgiving at the Seresin Family Ranch with her family for the first time but neither are prepared for what's about to unfold.

Pairings: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x reader, Jake "Hangman" Seresin x TwinSister!Reader

Warnings: Toxic parent, emotional breakdown, thats it??(Let me know if I should add any)

Note: this takes place in a universe where Goose got nothing more than a serious concussion from the accident.

Word count: 6.1k

Jake and y/n swing dance: https://youtu.be/hQzmhBEcFvw

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"Does Jake have to come?"

"Well we are spending the week with my family and he is my brother." Y/n laughs as she pulls the hat box from the top of her closet. Bradley sits on the edge of her bed next to her open suitcase that's barely packed. "Besides I know you and him can't get into any arguments because Jake turns into a good ol southern momma's boy the minute we enter city limits." She sets the hat box down behind Bradley on the nightstand before moving back to her closet to pull out a few shirts and her ranch jeans that she keeps hidden in the back of her closet.

"Oh now that I gotta see." Bradley chuckles.

"Well you won't get see much except for most likely thanksgiving dinner and church Sunday morning." Y/n ruffles her boyfriend's hair. "He usually disappears either onto the ranch or visiting Lottie."

"Whose Lottie?" Bradley questions, y/n's eyes widen knowing she's already said too much.

"Nope! I'm not giving you fuel to use against him." She drops her tennis shoes and a pair of heeled boots into her suitcase along with her toiletries bag on top of her clothes and zips the suitcase shit.

"Hey Y/n! Y'all ready?" Jake asks poking his Stetson covered head into her room.

"All set! B can you grab my hat?"

"You didn't pull one out." B tells her, pulling her suitcase off the bed, walking it over to Jake who laughs at Bradley's response.

"No man. She's talking about her Stetson that's in the box by the bed." Jake points as y/n opens the box to reveal her Santa Fe Outdoors Hat she's own since high school.

"I didn't even know you owned one of those." Bradley stares in awe as she places the hat on her head and pulls her boots on.

"Hey when that sun is blaring down on you while you're chasing cattle, you're almost guaranteed to have one by the next day." Y/n laughs, using her index finger to lift Bradley's jaw closed, "Let's go Bradshaw!"

19 hours in the car was too long for y/n to deal with Bradley and Jake's bickering that she forced Jake's silence by making him drive most of the way, and pushing Bradley's 6ft frame to sit in the back of Jake's truck.

Despite the complaints from Bradley, the trip was finally peaceful as they pulled through the front gates, parking just in front of the house.

"Oh! Theres my babies!" Adeline Seresin calls walking down the steps to where Jake parked the truck.

"Hi mom." Jake is the first to greet her as Y/n has to practically drag Bradley from the backseat.

"Oh my sweet boy!" Adeline plants a kiss on each of his cheeks leaving bright red prints behind. Bradley chuckles at the sight of Jake.

"Oh and you must be Bradley! I'm so glad you could join us!" Now its Jake's turn to laugh as his mother plants a kiss on each of Bradley's cheeks.

"Hi mama."

"Oh hello y/n." Adeline gives a quick hug to her only daughter and immediately turns back to Jake. "Alright tell me everything!"

Y/n sighs, moving to the back of the truck and pulling the bags out, Bradley walking over to help.

"What was that?" Bradley questions, picking up most of the bags.

"Don't worry about it. I'm used to it." Y/n replies bluntly, walking up to the front door of her childhood home.

"So how's California? Any pretty girls I should expect to see on your arm when you come down for Christmas?" Adeline asks Jake.

"Thanks for the help Hangman! We'll gladly get YOUR bags for you." Y/n groans, watching her mother gush over Jake.

"Y/n please! Jake works very hard at work. You can put in some effort for once and help out."

"For the millionth time mom! Jake and I do the same thing!" Jake groans, he knew there was going to be an argument between his mom and sister, what he didn't expect for it to happen. "You've seen the videos!" Y/n shouts, setting the bags down by the hallway.

"And you seriously expect me to believe those were actually you?" Adeline scoffs. "Bradley I don't know what you see in this girl. You know the only reason she went into the Navy was because my Jakey was going? Highly doubt she even managed to graduate all those years ago. Pretty sure she's been faking it the whole time."

"Mom!" Jake protests. Bradley steps up to interject but his stopped by y/n's hand on his chest, she turns to face him.

"Don't. It'll only make it worse." She mutters. "I'm gonna go for a ride." She softly announces to the room, walking straight towards the back door.

"Way to go Mom." Jake mutters as he walks over to Bradley. Bradley tries to stop y/n but Jake catches him. "Hey, give her a minute. When she says she's going for a ride, she needs like 30-45 minutes to cool off."

"She used to do that often?"

"Yea, first time I followed right behind her. About 3 hours later they found me hog tied in the creek. You think I'm different out here. She shuts out who she really is here." Jake starts picking up the bags. "Come on, I'll show ya to the rooms."

"Why does your mom treat her like that?" Bradley asks as they step into Jake and Y/n's childhood loft. Y/n's bedroom door to the left and Jake's to the right.

"Mom's always tried to get y/n to be more of a girl. But y/n wanted to do everything but that. When we both left, mom didn't talk to her for 6 years and then sudden just started pretending that y/n wasn't even her daughter. They fought a lot before we left then it just kind of turned into passive aggressive comments over the dinner table. And then whatever this is." Jake explains. "Y/n's room is through that door. I'll be over here if you need something. Welcome to the shit show." Jake laughs, slapping a hand on Bradley's shoulder before walking away.

Bradley walked into Y/n's childhood bedroom. Not much had changed since she was in high school. Her queen size bed was neatly made, clearly not been slept in since probably last Christmas at the latest. Trophies littered the shelves, many for barrel racing and others for random school things. An entire shelf dedicated to her FFA heifers, two of which won first place. Bradley's attention though is drawn to the wall covered in trophies, medals, tiaras, sashes, and participant number sheets. The photo collage in the center made it clear that these were dance awards. Ranging from jazz to ballet to even line dancing, those photos prominently featuring someone who Bradley can only assume to be Jake dancing alongside her, judging by how similar the two looked.

Bradley chuckles at the though of Jake being a dancer but then again it was just line dancing. Bradley sees the glitter of something in the corner of his eye and spots a tiara place safely in a clear box, Miss Teen Texas written boldly on the side followed by Y/n's name written in a loopy cursive. Clearly that was part of Adeline's plot to get y/n to be more girly, along with dance. He glances at the photos noticing that wasn't the first title she won. Miss Hays County Teen, Miss Austin Teen, Miss Texas Teen, there were even photos from when she competed for Miss USA Teen.

Bradley looks back onto the girl he fell in love with. He never knew she competed in pageants, rodeos, and dance. Of all the things he'd found, the rodeos and line dancing were the only things that fit with the girl he knew. Y/n wasn't super girly, sure she loved dresses and frilly shirts on occasion, but loved a good pair of jeans or sweatpants mostly.

He fell in love with the badass Naval Aviator that could knock Jake "Hangman" Seresin's ego down a few pegs with a simple glare, who stood up to commanding officers when they went to far on a fellow aviator, who looked his mother in the face and said she was so in love with him that she'd doesn't know if she'd make it loosing him and clearly the girl staring back at him in most of those photos was not her.

Bradley's thoughts are interrupted by Jake knocking on the bedroom door. "Hey you know how to ride a horse right? Or do I gotta make you ride bitch with me?" Bradley mutters a sarcastic chuckles before replying.

"Yes I know how to ride a horse." Bradley sasses, following Jake out to the barn.

"Alright, well saddle up cowboy. We got a girl to check on." Jake tosses an old straw cowboy hat at Bradley the minute they reach the barn. Bradley struggles to keep up with Jake, having not ridden a horse since high school when he and his parents were back in Virginia. Jake goes racing across the land, Bradley seconds behind him, only slowing when they reach the trail head at the edge of the woods. They swiftly but carefully make their way through until the come to a clearing where they see another horse tied to a wooden post. Jake jumps down, tying his horse up before grabbing the reigns for Bradley's hops down. "She should be just through those trees." Jake points, Bradley immediately walking through.

"Baby?" He calls, not getting a response. "Y/n?" He hears the sniffles and looks closer to the edge of the look out, spotting y/n sitting on the edge. Sitting down beside her, y/n immediately rests her head on his shoulder. "You're not gonna hogtie me and leave in a creek right?" Bradley checks making y/n laugh.

"It was one time Jake!" She laughs just as Jake sits beside her.

"Hey, I almost let him chase you earlier just to see you do it to him." Jake laughs.

"I'm sorry for ruining the trip."

"Baby its not your fault. Why didn't you tell me this is how your mom treats you? I would've suggested we go to my parents instead."

"You just seemed so excited to see everything out here that I was really hoping my mom would behave with a guest. Should've known you cant really stop how she really feels."

"But she still went too far." Jake interjects. "I don't think she's gone as far as to accuse you of lying about being in the navy."

"No! And its getting ridiculous!" Y/n stands. "I've done everything to please her! Everything! And the one thing I chose for me is the one thing she chose to pretend I never did!"

"I know..." Bradley tries to console her but she keeps going.

"I'm a fucking Naval Aviator! And a damn good one!" Y/n shouts. "I was valedictorian at the Academy! Top of the class at Top Gun! I've never had had a failed mission! But does she care? Noooooo." Y/n's voice is laced with sarcasm. "I fucking hate you!" She turns her frustrations to Jake.

"Me?"

"I am so fucking tired of mom favoring you! Ever since dad left! Oh Jake did this! And Jake did that!" Y/n groans. "I was a fucking state title holder for EVERYTHING! EVERY YEAR!

"Hey we can't control how mom talks about us." Jake defends.

"Oh don't start that shit with me again. We both know mom chose her favorite based off of when dad left. Thats when all these fucking comments started!" Y/n shouts. "Dad left her for MY fucking dance teacher and all the sudden I was a problem child."

"Y/n..."

"Why don't you just disappear already and go see Lottie? I'm sure you're just dying escape mom's love and attention to get your dick wet." Y/n groans, walking away from the two boys.

"Low blow y/c/s." Jake mutters as he walks back over to the horses. Y/n freezes in the middle of her pacing. She knew he was just trying to help and clearly she went far enough for Jake to call her by her call sign. Which he only ever did in the air or when she royally fucked up.

"Y/n..." Bradley mutters, standing from the edge. "Hey..." Suddenly, y/n picks up a rock and launches it off the cliff side, watching it drop into the lake below, screaming at the top of her lungs as she does. "Baby, come here." Bradley pulls her into a tight hug, his chest to her back as she breaks down. Her cries almost like screams as her knees give out, the only reason she's still standing is because of Bradley, just as much as their relationship had been.

Bradley met the twins his junior year at the academy, their first year, 16 years ago. Having been stationed with them multiple times, Bradley and Y/n grew quite close. In fact, 10 years ago when y/n was contemplating quitting the Navy, Bradley was the first person she called. And again 6 years ago. And when her lousy ex of 4 years left her 6 months after that, she called Bradley who swooped in and made her feel better, 6 months after that, they were official. 5 long years of Bradley keeping her grounded and Y/n keeping him out of his shell.

His hold was a comfort to her. Her head fell back to his shoulder as she cried.

"Shhh. I know baby. I'm right here." Bradley looses track of time, not sure how long they sat there, how long she cried, but its sunset by the time y/n has calmed down enough to even suggest heading back to the house.

"I didn't know you knew how to ride." Y/n comments, spotting the second horse beside her own.

"Ya know I think I look sexy up here." Bradley chuckles, mounting the horse.

"Oh very." Y/n laughs, climbing up onto her own. "Now I just wish I took you riding sooner." She pulls her horse around close enough to plant a kiss on Bradley's lips. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Being there for me. Always being so supportive of me."

"Hey, you are one of the most badass people I know. It is very hard to not be supportive of you." Y/n chuckles, leading the way through the trees and back onto the pasture. Once they're both clear of the trees, Bradley lines up with y/n as they ride side by side, enjoying the beautiful view of the sunset over the ranch.

Y/n and Bradley enter the house after putting the horses in their stalls. Y/n's mother is in the kitchen, most likely cleaning up the dinner no one ate that night. Y/n walks ahead of Bradley and is the first into the loft, spotting Jake on the couch. She looks to Bradley giving him a nod. He fully understands and walks to her room, planting a goodnight kiss on her temple.

No words are exchanged between the twins but their actions say everything. Y/n lays on the couch, facing the TV the plays their favorite childhood movie, the one they always watched after Jake would pull her from the lookout as kids. Jake places one comforting hand on her shoulder, the other in her hair the sprawled across his lap. She chokes back her sobs. Jake motions tell her that he forgave her, that despite everything she said, she was still his sister and he wasn't going anywhere.

Bradley wakes the next morning to find Jake and Y/n on the couch together. He chuckles at the sight before making his way to the kitchen to get something to drink.

"Oh good morning!" Bradley turns to find Adeline cooking.

"Morning ma'am." Bradley replies cordially, not wanting to start anything with her at the moment.

"Hope your hungry! I'm making pancakes."

"Actually y/n and I have plans at a diner in town that she's been telling me about."

"Oh! Well then, I will just save this for another day then." Adeline says as she begins cleaning up.

"If you don't mind me asking, ma'am, why are you so hard on y/n?" Bradley questions, causing Adeline to pause in her actions.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Adeline answers before returning to the task at hand.

"With all due respect, I don't think you're seeing how fantastic your daughter really is." Bradley retorts, causing Adeline to turn around. "She is one of the best pilots I think the Navy has ever seen. Even my dad who is an Admiral could tell you he hasn't seen anyone as good as her since he was at Top Gun." Bradley tells her. "My uncles are 2 of the best pilots in naval aviation history and yet they'd tell you she's one of the best. She is so dedicated and loyal that she could be stressing over a mission and will still take the time to make sure her friends are okay." Bradley sighs. "I love your daughter ma'am, and I plan to marry her which I'm not gonna sit by while you treat her like shit." Bradley says firmly.

"Young man I don't know what she's told you..."

"You don't need to defend yourself. Everything I have said is based off of your actions in the last 24 hours."

"Morning." Y/n mutters walking through the kitchen to the coffee pot, turning it on.

"How'd you sleep?" Bradley asks, his eyes never leaving Adeline's in the stare off they are currently in.

"Just fine." She turns and notices both of their glares. "Everything alright?" She asks, the coffee maker long forgotten.

"Just fine." Adeline responds.

"All good here." Bradley responds, turning his attention to his girlfriend. "You ready to go to breakfast?"

"Yea, let me go get Jake's keys real quick. I'll meet you outside." She reaches up onto her toes to give Bradley a kiss as he leans down to meet her halfway.

"Holy shit! Y/n?"

"Cass?!" Y/n jumps out of the booth to hug her high school best friend tightly. "Oh my god its been too long!"

"How are you? How's that sexy aviator of a boyfriend you got?" Cass asks, holding y/n at arms length.

"Why don't you ask him yourself?" Bradley chuckles from behind y/n. "Bradley Bradshaw." He introduces, holding his hand out for her to shake. "Most people just call me Rooster."

"Cassandra Lane, but everyone just calls me Cass." Cass shakes his hand looking out at y/n while mouthing ‘he's really hot’.

Y/n chuckles, "I know." Y/n finally clears her throat, dragging everyone's attention back to her. "What are you doing here? Last I heard you moved to Corpus!" Y/n drags Cass back to their booth, making her sit next to them.

"I did but my boyfriend got reassigned so were road tripping our way out to California, decided to stop by home for the holidays."

"No way, what does he do?" Bradley asks.

"Forget that! What part of California?" Y/n questions.

"He's a mechanic for the Navy and I think North Island."

"No way!" Y/n shouts. "Cass! I'm currently stationed there! Working on getting a permanent assignment right now!"

"Oh my god! Seriously?"

"Hey Cass! We gotta go!" He boyfriend calls out.

"Shit! Hey our old group is meeting at our old stomping grounds. You guys should tag along! Even bring Jake with you if he's here! You two could show everyone a thing or two about line dancing, especially this one." Cass mutters the last part just barley loud enough that Bradley almost misses it.

"Hey I know a thing or two about line dancing." Bradley defends.

"Oh I didn't mean..."

"You know a thing or two or do you know Fake ID cause of Footloose?" Y/n questions raising a brow at him.

"I... I know Fake ID." He answers causing the two girls to laugh.

"Thats not the kind I'm talking about." Cass answers. "You know y/n and Jake were Country Swing champions 4 years in a row right?" Bradley nods while y/n shakes her head, eyes growing wide when she sees Bradley's answer. "They started getting requests so often that they're a staple at our old hangout, anytime they're both in town old Jimmy expects a show." Cass chuckles. "Oh please y/n! Please perform tonight! They got these new couples from the high school coming and they suck!"

"I'll talk to Jake but no promises." Cass nods before running off to join her boyfriend at the car.

"Country swing?" Bradley chuckles, cocking an eyebrow at her.

"My dance teacher suggested it when I started losing interest in every other form of dance. I danced for so long that by the time I reached high school I was ready to quit. I was already doing pageants, rodeos, and was starting the FFA, I didn't think I was gonna have time but she convinced me and I convinced Jake to be my partner." She laughs. "Of course I later found out that she wanted me to stay so her and my dad could keep hooking up in the back office." She sighed.

"Your dad isn't around? Like at all?" Bradley questions. Jake and y/n hardly brought up their dad. Y/n, cause of how her mom started treating her and Jake because the man he looked up to all his life abandoned them.

"No, he moved to New York our junior year. Missed everything since. So we stopped trying to include him and eventually he just disappeared from our lives." Y/n sighs as they finish eating. "We should probably head back." She stands up pulling her wallet from her purse.

"Oh no you don't!" Bradley jumps, trying to beat y/n to the register but she's smaller, therefore dodging the tables faster, dropping her credit card on the register.

"I win!" She sticks her tongue out at Bradley as he finally makes it to the register.

"You guys are so cute together." The waitress chuckles taking y/n's card. "How long have you been together?"

"5 years." Bradley chuckles. "6 in March."

"No ring yet?" She asks, looking down and y/n's bare ring finger.

"We get stationed separately so often we haven't really had a chance to think about it." Y/n sighs.

"Oh you're both in the military?"

"Navy." Bradley answers. "Naval aviators to be specific."

"Oh! Are you two the local kids that went to the Naval Academy?"

"No that was me and my brother." Y/n chuckles. "Forgot how big of a deal that was." She says as she fills out the receipt and putting her card back into her wallet.

"Well you two have a great rest of your day."

"Thanks, you too." Y/n smiles, walking out the door Bradley opens for her.

"I can't believe you agreed to this." Jake groans for the bar table.

"Technically I said I'd only do it if you agreed." Y/n defends, combing a finger through her loosely curled hair. "But you could never say no to old Jimmy." Y/n laughs, as Cass, Lottie, Cass's boyfriend and Jake's high school best friend Tyler walk up to them.

"Hey man! Where have you been hiding?" Jake greets. "Heard you’re a Naval plane mechanic now.”

"Oh you know, here and there." Tyler answers.

"So where you stationed at? May have to pull some strings to get you on my pit crew." Jake laughs, slapping a hand onto Tyler's shoulder.

Jake and Tyler disappear into their own conversation, pulling Bradley in too as the girls crowd into their own group.

"Look at all of us and our men!" Cass gushes. "Assuming this year is the year Jake's actually gonna make things official?" Cass wiggles her brows at Lottie making the other girls laugh.

"We've talked about it, but unfortunately until were married I couldn't go anywhere with him."

"If you guys have managed to still be in love with each other after 16 years and only seeing each other 2-3 times a year, I think you guys can handle long distance until you get married." Y/n laughs. "I've been doing it for 5 years. This year is the first time we've been stationed together for longer that a month."

"I don't know." Lottie sighs. "I want to make it official, but Jake is the one who shuts me down every time."

"Oh can y'all imagine? If Tyler get pulled on Jake's pit crew and with Y/n and Bradley being aviators too. We'd all be stationed together! Especially with y/n getting a permanent station request." Cass squeals in excitement.

"You forget that we still have deployments and missions. Its so hard to get us all together." Y/n sighs. "But it would be great to have my best friends around more." Y/n smiles at the girls in front of her.

"Alright folks you're in for a real surprise tonight." The bar's DJ announces as the music dies down. "If you've been a patron here since this place was teen only hangout you'll remember this dynamic duo! Back for one night only all the way from a Naval Air Station in California to show how to really do a country swing, welcome to the floor, everyone's favorite twins, Jake and Y/n!"

(Note: Their dance is linked up above. I tried to put it to words but I know very little about dance terminology)

Jake groans following y/n onto the clearing dance floor as Country Girl (shake it for me) by Luke Bryan starts making y/n laugh as she takes Jake's outstretch hand, the steps flowing through her. Bradley leans against the railing on the outside of the dance floor, following y/n's every move, lowering the straw hat from the previous day to try and mask how dark his eyes got watching her.

Y/n laughs as Jake twirls her to put his arms around her, lifting to rest her hip on his, dipping her to where her head almost touches the ground as she kicks her legs up into the air behind him to build the momentum to spin in his grip. Jake's right hand lands behind her back, his left wrapping around her legs to dip her ago before swinging her into a third dip, her feet still never touching the ground which impresses Bradley. Jake pulls her up, feet landing on the ground and immediately spinning her.

Bradley chuckles, the amount of times that he's picked her up spinning or spin her while they danced in the middle of the Hard Deck and she complained about being dizzy was clearly not a major issue with how much Jake was spinning her now.

Jake and y/n step their way around the floor, a continuous step ball change their choice of movement as Jake still spins his sister around every few steps. Jake twirls her a couple time when they reach the center of the floor again before his hands land on her waist. She jumps, Jake guiding her hips to the left, resting on his own as her legs kick to the side, repeating on the right before swinging her back. She straddles his waist on the next swing. The momentum allows Jake to lift her, her forearms resting on his shoulders to hold her up while Jake guides her body through the lift.

The crowd cheers as Y/n holds the position of a few seconds before dropping back down, straddling his waist again before Jake pushes her back, both feet landing on the ground, his hands catching hers as they immediately jump back into their steps, recovering from the trick. But its not long before it appears, to any untrained dance, that Jake flings his sister, causing her to slide to the ground, being spun in a circle while she sits on the ground, dropping her feet when she faces her brother. Bradley rests his left hand in hers, their right hands connecting. He pulls her up as she jumps from her feet. Jake turns, positioning himself with his right side to her, his left side no longer facing her, shifting in time for her legs to wrap around his waist has he keeps spinning. She leans back on his grip on her hands, as he spina a couple times pulling her back up and dropping he to the ground. Jack starts the shift from their usual moves, free styling a bit which causing y/n to laugh. As he lifts her, hooking her boot over his leg to where she almost straddles his thigh to dip her.

Pulling back up to stand, y/n takes the initiative the freestyle a little, even adding a split which was not included before. The crowds reactions to their tricks on urges them on further. Y/n briefly catches a glimpse of her 6 foot boyfriend who looks as if he might faint from her motions. Bradley's eyes never leave her body, wishing he had known about this side of her sooner. She chuckles at his dumbfounded smile before turning back to her brother who immediately lifts her up bridal style, right arm under her back, left under her knees. He throws her up slightly, allowing her to toss her right leg over his head to his left shoulder. He lifts her again as she twists in his arms. He catches her bridal style again, he legs on his left side now before he sets her down again in a spin.

They move through the rest of the routine with ease as the song comes to an end. They quickly make their way off the floor and are greeted by their friends, y/n smiles before moving over to Bradley, placing a hand on his shoulder causing him to jump. "Hey, you doing alright there?"she laughs.

"That, was so-o-o hot." Bradley stutters, making y/n laugh harder. "How come I never knew you could move like that? You've been holding out on me baby!" Bradley groans following her as she walks back to her table.

"Theres never a good time to pull out arial tricks in the middle of the Hard Deck."

"Well then maybe you can show me a few moves in private then? Give me a few private lessons?" Bradley purrs in her ear.

"One more dance and then we'll go. Fortunately for you, we always end the night with the only line dance you know." Y/n boops his nose, pulling away to the dance floor as Cass and Lottie run out to meet her from the DJ booth.

Fake ID starts playing and the girls move through the steps as if they've been doing it for years, which they have so it doesn't shock Bradley how swiftly she moves. Jake and Tyler join the girls for the chorus before everyone branches off dancing to the beat. Y/n struts over to Bradley and pulls him to the dance floor.

"Looks like Jake is gonna be busy tonight." Y/n smiles spotting Jake dancing closely with Lottie turning, his stetson placed delicately on her head. Y/n turns back around to face her boyfriend.

"What makes you say that?" Bradley questions, his hands resting on her waist as they dance.

"You heard of the cowboy hat rule?" Y/n laughs, her arms wrapping around his neck.

"No...?" Bradley questions.

Y/n smirks, plucking the old straw hat off of Bradley's head. "Were the hat, ride the cowboy." She laughs as Bradley's eyes darken with lust.

"Screw the dance. We're leaving right now." Bradley pulls y/n into a searing kiss before dragging her out of the bar.

"Alright everyone! Gather round! Get close!" Adeline shouts as the entire family squeezes together in front of the fireplace, Adeline's camera set up on a tripod, ready to take the millionth shot of their annual thanksgiving friends and family photo. Y/n is tucked under Bradley's side, holding close to him as everyone slides even closer. Jake and Lottie sit next to each other right in front of them, being pushed impossibly closer together too. "Alright everyone smiles! 3, 2, 1!" The flash momentarily blinds everyone before they disperse, moving to converse with different people.

"Twins!" Jake and Y/n both turn away from their conversation with Bradley and Lottie. Being the only set of twins in the family, they got so used to only being referred to as such. "Look at you two all grown up!"

"Hi nana." Y/n smiles as her grandmother pulls her into a hug.

"Oh my darling girl! Look how beautiful you are!" Nana gushes over the girl before turning to Jake. "Jacob! Oh my handsome grandson! You're so tall!" She plants a kiss on both of their cheeks.

"I missed you too, Nana." The twins had gotten so busy in high school at family functions just weren't plausible for them, and when they left for the Navy, it had been years since they had seen their grandmother.

"So? How long until my favorite grandchildren are gonna give me great grandkids?"

Y/n blushes as Bradley come up behind her, Lottie not far behind. "Nana, come on. You know we don't have time for kids."

"Well then who is this handsome young man?" Nana pushes y/n to the side, placing both hands on Bradley's cheeks, pulling him down to her short 4'11" height. "He's cute, sweetie. You two would make adorable babies."

"Nana!" Y/n slaps a hand over her face.

"Bradley, ma'am. You're grandkids talk a lot about you." He wasn't wrong. Y/n couldn't stop gushing over how amazing her grandma was and Jake never denied a chance to agree, as long as it was just between the three in the comfort of Jake and y/n's home.

"Oh well then you need to tell me everything about you! I’m assuming you’re my little angel's boyfriend?"

"Yea ma'am. Shall we?" He offers his arm to her, Nana swiftly linking her arm with his. Y/n goes to follow but her grandma stops her.

"Oh sweetheart why don't you go mingle with your cousins. I want a few minutes alone with your beau." Y/n stands shocked a Bradley shrugs leading her outside to the patio seating.

"You're in love with her?" Nana asks as they sit down.

"I'm sorry?"

Nana just smiles and removes her wedding ring, the band still remains on her hand. She reaches out for Bradley's hand and places the ring in his. "You'll still have to have to ask Jacob for her hand seeing as their father isn't around."

"Ma'am, I couldn't possibly..."

"I see the way she looks at you. She's never looked at anyone like that in her life. Bradley, I know when two people are in love. And you two? You two are more in love than anybody in that house." Nana tells him, closing his hand around the ring. "She's always told me if she was going to get any ring it would be mine. I trust you." She stands and walks back into the house leaving Bradley alone, staring down at the ring.

Minutes later Bradley is pulled from his thoughts by someone coming outside.

"Hey, Nana said you wanted to talk to me." Bradley nearly drops the ring at the sound of Jake's voice. "Is that...?"

"Your Nana is playing matchmaker." Bradley chuckles. "Just handed her ring to me."

"So you wanna...?" Jake stalls, waiting for Bradley to finish his sentence.

"I want your blessing to marry y/n." Bradley states bluntly. "I've been thinking about it for awhile but I could never find the right ring in all of the jewelry shops I went to. So I figured that if we were meant to get married the right ring would show up. And here it is. Her dream ring, in my hand. Just appeared out of nowhere."

"I don't think you should ask me-"

"Why not? Your father is a piece of shit who isn't around. Your mom treats her like the devil's spawn. Your grandma literally just told me to marry her." Bradley rambles, standing to meet Jake's eyes. "I know you don't like me all the much Jake. But I love your sister. I'm in love with her. And it wouldn't feel right marrying her with out the most important person in her life saying it was okay."

"She doesn't need my permission." Jake responds.

"But she'd want your blessing." Bradley responds calmly.

"You gotta promise me one thing, Rooster."

"Anything." Jake smirks at his response.

"You gotta name your first born after me."

"Oh fuck off, Hangman." Bradley shoves his shoulder as the boys laugh. "So is that a yes?"

"Yea man. You can marry my sister."

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[towine]

[alhaitham/cyno] haven

assassin's creed AU / ~2k / oneshot / rated T

notes: i was looking through my writing folder and found this lil thing i started back in [checks date] oh my god may. i dusted it off, went "okay i still like this" and decided to finish it

it's an AU of the video game assassin's creed (particularly AC1), but all you really need to know is that alhaitham and cyno are both part of an order of assassins led by azar. i hope you enjoy it, even if i'm sure it interests like, -5 people. what can i say. i'm just playing with my dolls however i like

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Cyno dives headfirst into the rooftop entrance of the bureau.

Instinct has him tuck into a roll as he hits the ground, but his shoulder still takes the brunt of the fall. He’s entered through the skylight dozens of times before without issue, but never with so much blood in his eyes or such a pounding headache.

He crashes near the water fountain, knocking over a water jug and spilling its contents across the tiles.

The sound of shouts and footsteps approach like an incoming stampede.

“Assassin! He went this way!”

Disorientation keeps Cyno from getting up even as his brain screams hide, hide now, they’re coming, they’re coming—

In his periphery, he sees someone vault over a table in a flash of dark robes. They hurry to the open skylight to grab a rope dangling from it, then yank the entrance closed. The sounds of shouting are muffled but still rapidly drawing closer. The roof is nothing more than criss-crossing slats of wood, letting the sunlight in.

The guards will see him. He has to move—

Two hands grab Cyno beneath the armpits and bodily drag him further into the room, away from the light. Cyno growls at the pain in his shoulder, head swimming, adrenaline still pumping through his veins.

“Quiet,” hisses a familiar voice. “Cyno, you have to be quiet.”

“Alhai—”

A hand claps over his mouth. Cyno breathes harshly against it, barely refraining from biting it.

Then, voices. On the roof.

“I swear he went this way.”

“He probably ran towards the gate.”

Footsteps hit the ceiling hard enough to make dust rain from it, down to where Cyno is tucked into a shadowed corner.

“Keep looking! Don’t let him escape.”

The footsteps and voices move on to other rooftops. Outside, the city bells ring in time with the pounding of Cyno’s pulse.

Finally, the footsteps and voices fade. Stillness remains for another few seconds, just to be cautious. Then the arms holding Cyno release him.

Cyno gasps and slumps to the ground, falling on his back. Lights dance across his vision.

Alhaitham leans over him, face twisted in a scowl. Cyno’s blood stains the front of his robes.

“Did you alert every single city guard to your presence?” he says. “You’re lucky I didn’t keep you locked out.”

Cyno tries to speak but the room won’t stop spinning.

“If we have to move the bureau again, I will be sure to report this to Azar.”

The edges of his vision go dark.

“Cyno? Cyno, look at me—”

The last thing Cyno registers before everything fades away is a hand on his cheek, turning his face to meet Alhaitham’s.

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When Cyno wakes up, the first thing he thinks is, Ah. I’m not dead.

He’s lying on a bed in a small, humble room. No windows. A table, a chair, a basket of what he assumes are used clothes. The clothes at the top of the pile are bloodstained.

His clothes.

Cyno looks down at himself. Bandages, wrapped around his middle, right where he remembers a guard’s lance found a home in his side. He brings a hand up to his head and feels bandages there too. Another guard nailed him with the butt of their sword. Better that than the other end.

His assassin robes are nowhere to be found, and his bracer is on the nightstand. Cyno sits up, swallowing down the nausea that heaves up his throat when he does, and he takes the bracer, examining the hidden blade.

It flicks out without issue, gleaming and deadly. And clean of his mark’s blood.

Cyno puts it on his forearm, sighing when he does. He never feels quite right without it.

His pants and boots were left on. At least he got to keep a small measure of modesty. He rises to his feet, breath catching when he feels a sharp pain in his side. He pushes his way through the room’s only door.

Alhaitham is on the other side of it, standing at a table as he examines a map. He doesn’t look up when Cyno enters.

“You owe me a new jug,” he says conversationally, tracing over the map with a pencil.

Cyno rasps, “My robes—”

“Are hanging over there.” Alhaitham, still not looking at Cyno, points with his pencil to the other side of the room with the skylight and tiled floors and bubbling water fountain. A line has been strung up from one wall to the other, from which hangs Cyno’s white assassin robes. “That blood was a nightmare to wash out. I’ll never understand why the Order insists on white robes.”

Cyno stares at the robes, not sure what to say.

Alhaitham goes on, “Your other clothes weren’t worth keeping. I figured I’d give you some spares when you woke up.”

He’s looking at Cyno now. His is a difficult gaze to read. Cyno has never understood Alhaitham as well as he wished, but that isn’t unusual—Alhaitham is known by most to be severe and uncooperative, even to those within the Order.

He’s never been particularly warm to Cyno, but Cyno chalks it up to Alhaitham’s pragmatism more than anything else. After all, there must be a reason he’s made it to the rank he now holds: Rafiq of Sumeru City, tasked with providing missions to their assassins as well as managing this bureau, a safe haven for anyone of their Order.

Still, laundry must lie outside of Alhaitham’s usual responsibilities.

“Thank you,” Cyno says finally.

Alhaitham says nothing. A plate of figs and bread sits on the corner of his table, and he nudges it towards Cyno.

Cyno approaches and examines one fig, takes a bite. He’s suddenly ravenous.

“So,” Alhaitham says while Cyno eats, “the deed is done?”

Cyno uses his hand that isn’t holding a fig to reach down into the side of his boot, digging for the feather he knows is there. A white feather, at least it used to be before Cyno dragged it through his mark’s blood. He places it on the table, carefully avoiding the map spread over it.

Alhaitham picks the feather up by the quill, holds it to the light. Then he nods in satisfaction and sweeps away to one of his bookshelves.

“I’ll send word to Azar,” he says, “though I’m sure the ruckus you caused has sent the news to him already.”

Cyno scowls. “I had to improvise.”

“And does improvising have to involve luring the guards to my rooftop?”

“It was not my intention to endanger the bureau,” Cyno snaps. “Call it instinct that I ran here. I nearly died escaping Alcazarzaray. Something wasn’t right. The intel was inaccurate.”

“Inaccurate?” Alhaitham frowns. “That’s impossible.”

“I assure you it’s not.” Cyno sighs and rests a hand over his bandaged side. Alhaitham’s eyes flicker down to it. “It’s like they knew I was coming. You said there would be fifteen guards total. There were thirty. You said the mark would be asleep in his bedroom on the second floor. He was awake and armed. Someone warned him.”

“That’s impossible,” Alhaitham says again. “The intel came from Azar’s personal informants, he—” Alhaitham stops.

After a few seconds of silence, Cyno says, “What?”

“Nothing.”

“Alhaitham,” Cyno says. The sound of it falls heavily between them. “What is it?”

Quiet. Alhaitham turns away to rummage through his shelves. “Nothing. I will just have to tell Azar to cut ties with those informants. They nearly got you killed.”

“I would not die so easily,” Cyno says.

Alhaitham returns to the table with a blank piece of parchment, and he looks at Cyno with a small, wry smile. “No, you would not,” he says.

Cyno swallows.

“Whether or not you’re easy to kill,” Alhaitham continues, and he begins writing on the parchment with a quill, “you’re not safe here.”

Cyno snorts. “Obviously.” The guards will be on high alert for at least the rest of the month.

“Obviously, he says,” Alhaitham mutters, and finishes writing with a flourish. “Are you listening? You’re not safe here. Not even in this bureau. Not even in the House of Daena.”

That makes Cyno frown. “What? Why?”

“The intel shouldn’t have been wrong.” Alhaitham rolls the parchment up and ties it off with twine. “This was an important mission. Why else would Azar assign it to the best of the Order?”

The best of the Order. Alhaitham’s praise is a precious thing, precisely because it is so non-existent. It’s a shame that Cyno feels far too confused at the moment to appreciate it.

“Alhaitham,” Cyno says slowly. “Tell me what is going on.”

Alhaitham sighs. “Here’s what’s going to happen. You are going to leave this bureau and go straight for the city gate. Do not meet with Azar. I will tell him what you accomplished. You are going to take this—” Alhaitham holds out the rolled up parchment, “—and go to Aaru Village.”

“Aaru Village?” Cyno’s brow rises. “Why?”

“You’re going to give this to someone named Candace,” Alhaitham continues, as if Cyno hadn’t spoken, “and you’re going to wait for me to send word to you. Do not write to me.”

“You’re speaking nonsense,” Cyno says. He steps away from the table.

Alhaitham’s hand shoots out and grabs his wrist.

Cyno turns in his grip and slams Alhaitham’s arm down against the table.

The hidden blade flicks out and poises itself at Alhaitham’s throat.

Alhaitham, bent over the table with his mouth twisted in a grimace, looks up at Cyno.

“You said I’m in danger here,” Cyno says. “So why should I trust you?”

“Easy,” Alhaitham grits out. “Don’t be rash. I’m trying to help.”

“Why should I trust you?” Cyno demands. “I will not ask again.”

Alhaitham sucks in a breath, low and steady, wary of the blade. “If I wanted to kill you, why would I bother saving you first?”

The wound in Cyno’s side throbs beneath the tightly laced bandages. He glances at the figs on the table, half-eaten.

He retracts the blade and lets Alhaitham go.

Alhaitham exhales and slumps over the table. Cyno takes the parchment from where it rolled near the table’s edge.

“It’s just lying low for a while,” Alhaitham says, flexing his arm. Cyno slightly regrets slamming it so hard. Only slightly. “I’m sure you want to recuperate anyway, considering your injuries. I just recommend you do it far away from here.”

“And what about you?” Cyno asks, not looking at him. “You’re not in danger doing all this?”

Alhaitham straightens up, tugging his robes back into order. “I’ve been doing this dance for a long time. I know how to tread lightly.”

Cyno huffs. “You know, you say a lot without saying anything at all.”

“And that,” Alhaitham says, “is the way of the assassin.”

It doesn’t take long for Cyno to gather his things. His assassin’s robes are still damp, but it’d be idiotic to wear them out in the open anyway. He borrows a loose tunic from Alhaitham’s wardrobe, and a cloak to cover his head and the bracer on his wrist.

Alhaitham is waiting by the door when Cyno is finished.

He says, “I’m sure I don’t need to tell you this, but don’t let anyone see you leave.”

Cyno nearly scoffs. “I never do.”

“Right.” Alhaitham steps away.

There’s an awkward moment where Alhaitham stands there and Cyno doesn’t reach for the door handle. Part of Cyno can’t help but feel like he will step past this threshold and never see Alhaitham again. The thought worries him, for some reason. Cyno opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out.

It’s Alhaitham who breaks the silence.

He says, hardly more than a murmur, “Safety and peace, Cyno.”

The customary greeting and farewell of their Order. Cyno shivers at the cadence of his name falling from Alhaitham’s lips.

“Somehow, right here,” Cyno says quietly, “there is both.”

Alhaitham’s eyes widen.

Before Cyno can think twice of it, he opens the door and steps outside. The street is clear, but only for now. He has to move quickly. There’s no looking back.

As he races for the city gate, ducking into the shadows of buildings and skirting around the main roads, a sweetness lingers in his mouth from the figs. Alhaitham’s scent clings to the shirt Cyno is wearing, as distracting as perfume. Cyno can’t shake these things loose, no matter how fast he runs. But maybe that’s okay—maybe he’ll just have to carry them.

Outside the city, he looks west to the horizon, where the desert waits.

Yes. He’ll carry them.

#cytham #haino #cyhaino #genshin impact #alhaitham #cyno #caiwrites

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Give a Little - Chapter 1 - Breathe

It was suggested that I post to tumbler too! I'm not entirely sure how this all works here but I'll give it a go!

You can find me on AO3 here: Give a Little - Chapter 1 - MeDonks - Baldur's Gate (Video Games) [Archive of Our Own]

18+, eventual smut, lots of angst, slow burn romance.

“Is everything alright? We can do this another night if you aren't feeling well.”

“I’m fine. No sense in making you wait any longer when you’ve already waited an entire week,” she said, finally finding her voice. “Besides, we're already here and…” She trailed off as their eyes met.

A few breaths passed while she got lost in his gaze before he broke the spell. “Besides, what?”

Before she could stop herself, her hand reached out to grip his upper thigh and then massaged her way down his leg to come to a rest on his knee. She blinked at him slowly before finishing the sentence, “We’re already here and – I’m ready.”

I can’t believe I just did that!

His pupils dilated as his eyes widened in surprise.

“Now that you’ve put it that way, how can I resist? After all, I am ravenous.” His focus slid to her neck and his eyes darkened with anticipation.

Stepping off the last step into the basement of the Elfsong Tavern, Edith followed the corridor past the cellar and approached the closed door at the end of a narrow hall. The yeasty, earthy scent of the cellar mingled nicely with the smell of bergamot and rosemary that wafted from the room behind the door. The combination stirred up memories of the past, but this was different. 

Hesitating for a moment, she wiped damp palms across her hips. Why was she so nervous? It's not like this was the first time, or even the tenth time she had done this. What then, made it feel so different this time? 

Because my feelings have grown, and he knows – Revels in it.

“I know you are out there, Darling. Please – do come in.” she heard him call out from behind the closed door.

Cringing at having been caught lurking, she opened the door to reveal Astarion, reclined on his bed, propped up on several pillows and cupping the back of his head with interlaced fingers. 

“There you are. I’ve been waiting for you,” he said, voice dripping with enticement. 

Edith rolled her eyes. “Knock it off Astarion. Weren’t you ever taught not to play with your food?” 

“So tonight's special has some wit it seems! Looks like I'm in for a treat,” he said with a laugh and rose from the bed reaching out to take her hand. “I always look forward to tasting you,” he added while bowing to kiss the top of her fingers – his cool, soft lips lingering a moment longer than would be considered proper. 

Feeling flush creep up her cheeks, she mentally cursed him for being able to fluster her so easily. He knew that she still held feelings for him, and he very much enjoyed toying with that knowledge. Not cruelly, but he sure did take devious enjoyment from toeing the line at times. 

“Well, I’m sure you are hungry. How would you like your meal served this week?” she asked.

Breaking out into a grin, he turned with a flourish of his hand to survey his options, raising a hand to his chin, he considered the various seating available in the room. “Well, there are so many delectable options, but none of them compare to that time –” 

He stopped and slid her a thoughtful look as he considered what he was about to say. Instead he cleared his throat, letting his hand drop from his chin to gesture at the large tufted ottoman in front of his reading chair. “Here will do just the trick,” he finished in a chipper tone that sounded a shade too forced to be genuine. 

What was that? He was about to say something lewd, but then – didn’t? 

She took a seat on the edge of the tufted ottoman, leaving room for him behind her. As he settled in, she felt the cushion depress beneath his weight and then a tug on the collar of her shirt prompted her to gather her hair off to the side, leaving her neck fully exposed. 

“Comfortable?” he asked with a squeeze to her upper arm.

She noticed her palms were sweaty again, and placed them flat on the tops of her thighs in hopes that the fabric of her trousers would remedy the issue. 

This was the part she had been nervous about. Not the fangs and bloodletting, but the closeness – it felt so intimate. The feel of his lips on her neck while he held her close. The coolness of his presence seeping into her skin, making her want to lean into him. 

All of it was a reminder of how he had made her feel, back before she had broken things off. Before she knew that it hadn’t been real – not for him at least. The fact that these meetings had become the highlight of her week made it even more difficult for her to shrug off his tenacious advances.

“Edith? Are you alright?” He asked, squeezing her shoulder again, pulling her from her thoughts.

Not trusting herself to speak, she quickly nodded in answer to his question. 

Not liking her response, Astarion used his grip on her shoulder to turn her slightly in an attempt to look her in the eye. 

“Please look at me,” he said somewhat impatiently. 

She turned towards him pointedly avoiding his gaze.

His eyes narrowed as he sensed her unease. “Is everything alright? We can do this another night if you are feeling unwell.” 

“I’m fine. No sense in making you wait any longer when you’ve already waited an entire week,” she said, finally finding her voice. “Besides, we're already here and…” She trailed off as their eyes met. 

He’s so close – it would be so easy to just kiss those perfect lips. 

A few breaths passed while she was lost in his gaze before he broke the spell by asking, “Besides, what?” 

Before she could stop herself, her hand reached out to grip his upper thigh and then massaged her way down his leg to come to a rest on his knee. She blinked at him slowly before finishing the sentence, “We’re already here and – I’m ready”  

I can’t believe I just did that! 

His pupils dilated as his eyes widened in surprise. Retrieved her hand from his knee and brought it up to brush the back of her hand across his cheek before releasing it back into her own lap.

“Now that you’ve put it that way, how can I resist? After all, I am ravenous.” His focus slid to her neck and his eyes darkened with anticipation.

Reaching around to cradle her firmly chin, he tilted her head to the side, as he softly nuzzled the tip of his nose along her neck in search of a place that was to his liking. When he found one, he whispered into her neck. “Thank you for this” 

He always did that, and like always, it made her heart flutter.

Every time. 

He bit down with a considerable amount of force before fangs pierced her skin sending what felt like an electrically charged icicle shooting through her veins. The sensation ran down her arm, across her chest and all the way to the soles of her feet, causing her to tense up. 

It wasn't exactly painful, but it wasn't pleasurable either. Luckily it was short lived and a warm numbness replaced it a moment later.

He let his grip ease and he slowly released her jaw, lowering his hand to his knee next to her thigh – where his fingers absently stroked the side of her leg for a moment before going still as he let her blood pool his mouth.  

In between swallows he’d let a breath out through his nose, the force of which pushed air under the collar of her shirt to blow across her breasts igniting a warmth in her abdomen causing her breath to catch in her throat as goosebumps blossomed across her torso.

Another mouthful of blood and a rush of air was followed by a faint moan escaping his throat caused the flutter in her stomach to join the tender warmth between her legs – sending a ripple of yearning up her spine. 

Keep it together Edith! Just friends. Remember? 

Another rush of air cascaded down her front and the yearning morphed into full blown lust. 

A strangled whimper escaped her mouth and in a desperate attempt to tether herself to reality, she reached out for the hand that had been brushing her leg a moment ago and quickly interlaced her fingers with his.

Attention drawn, she felt him pause for a moment before raising his head to look at her. “Your heart is racing.” 

A rivulet of blood ran down her neck to pool in the dip above her collarbone. Noticing this he quickly applied pressure to the punctures on her neck, staunching the flow, and returned his focus to her. 

“I’m fine. I promise. It was just a moment of claustrophobia,” she lied. “I just needed to ground myself. That's it.” 

He continued to study her face, brows furrowed, not saying anything. 

Heaving an exasperated sigh, she turned to look at him and repeated, “I’m fine. I promise, Astarion. Really!” 

Apparently appeased, he returned his attention to her neck where he softly sucked on the wound to stimulate the blood into flowing again, drawing a hiss of pain from Edith. He gently squeezed her hand in apology and she gave him a squeeze in return. 

As he continued to eat, his breath resumed its assault on her front, fanning the flames of desire that steadily rose between her legs. She shifted her hips in an attempt to dissuade the sensation, but he only tightened his grip on her.

Another exhale and this time the force caused her blouse to billow out as she felt the cool air swirl around her torso, making her to shiver. 

Against her neck, Astarion growled a warning for her to stay still as he continued to drink. 

The vibration of his growl sparked another shudder as the edges of her vision faded, slowly growing dark.

Is it possible to faint from excessive carnal lust?

No, that's blood loss you idiot.

Oh right! 

Coming to her senses, she patted his knee to signal that it was time to stop but he  misunderstood the meaning and he took her hand in his. 

“No, Astarion. That's enough. You need to stop.”

“Hmm? Mmm-Hmm.” he hummed in acknowledgement and slowly pulled away from her neck. 

Turning to a small side table, he pulled a small folded white kerchief from one of its drawers and handed it to Edith and said, “Hold this to your neck. It's infused with yarrow to help stop the bleeding.”

Surprised by the thoughtful gesture, she looked it over. Intricately embroidered in silver thread was a monogram in her initials – EA. 

“Did you stitch this?” She asked in awe.

He smiled briefly before shrugging nonchalantly, “Oh, you know, just a hobby I picked up along the way to keep my fingers nimble.” 

“Astarion, this is beautiful. I can't possibly soil this!” she protested.

He chuckled and took the kerchief from her and pressed it to the wound on her neck. “Darling, I can make you a new one every week while I waste away in this dank basement – if that is what you wish.”

Adjusting her seat on the ottoman to face him and noticed that there was a drop of blood smeared along the edge of his bottom lip. Without thinking, she reached up to wipe the blood away, but he caught her hand before she was able to make contact, brows furrowed in question. 

“Sorry, you have a bit of blood.. May I?” She asked self consciously as she realized that she had touched him in more than a friendly way several times already. Which isn't something she ever did with him since they had broken things off. 

Then why am I doing it now?

Without releasing her hand, Astarion nodded in consent and pressed her palm to the side of his face. 

Gently she pressed her thumb to the center of his lip and as she dragged it across, it snagged, pulling it to the side, momentarily parting his lips to reveal a pointy fang before slipping free to return to its natural position. 

A small speck of blood still remained, and it held her attention, as if it was demanding for her to do something about it. Unable to look away, she swallowed.

Lowering her hand from where he had been holding it against his cheek, he examined the crimson smudge on the pad of her thumb. When his mouth turned up into a sly grin it drew her attention back up to meet his gaze – which could only be described as predatory.

Oh no. I’m playing with fire.

He slowly raised her finger and took it into his mouth, lips closing around the first joint.

Her jaw dropped as she felt his tongue dart across the pad causing the lingering desire that warmed her lower abdomen to contort into a raging lust as her eyes momentarily fluttered closed. 

The corners of his mouth twitched up into an amused smile and she realized that she had unconsciously bitten her lip in response to the sensation of him nibbling on her finger. While sucking, he slowly withdrew it from his mouth.

 “It would have been a pity to let it go to waste – wouldn’t it?” He asked nonchalantly, meeting her gaze. 

Letting out a breath that she hadn't been aware she was holding, she felt a warmth rush to her cheeks again. Looking down, she tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, in hopes it would distract him from noticing, but it was no use. – Astarion, the vampire that he was, could smell it when she blushed. 

“Clearly I didn't over imbibe if you are still capable of turning that lovely shade of red,” He teased. 

“Um, It looks like I missed a bit. Right in the center…” she said, touching her own lip to show him where. 

He started to reach up to wipe at the spot, but paused half way there, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as an idea came to him. Deftly catching up both of her hands by the wrists in one of his he pinned them against her leg. She shot him a confused look, but didn’t resist. 

Poutily he said, “It really is a shame that, vain as I am, I can't see my own reflection to remedy the issue.” 

Brows furrowed, still not quite sure what he was up to, She tried to free a hand from his grasp, but his grip tightened on her wrist keeping them in place. 

“Ah ah.” he chided, raising his brows in a mock sternness, “Clearly your hands aren't up for the task. I’m sure you can still manage though, can’t you?” His pout deepened as his focus settled on her lips. Pointedly. Expectantly.

Shit. 

Suddenly a memory of a kiss they had shared in the Last Light Inn, shortly before the end of their relationship, came to mind. He had pulled her into him with a hand on her lower back, almost making her stumble. She caught herself with a hand on his chest and when she looked up at him, he looked deep into her eyes with such contentment before kissing her with a kind of hunger that she had never experienced before. It wasn't a hunger of lust though. No. It was the kind of hunger that is born of passion, the kind that blooms when you feel whole and safe. 

Her heart stuttered in her chest at the thought of being kissed like that again. 

This is where I get burned.

Hesitating for a moment, she closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. The scent of rosemary and bergamot flooded her senses and it felt as if she was right back there, with him, in his arms, in the Last Light Inn. 

Her eyes snapped open, when she felt his lips lightly brush hers, to see that his face was a hair's breadth from hers. 

This is going to hurt.

Letting out the breath she had been holding she cautiously placed a quick, chaste kiss on his lower lip. 

Astarion responded by kissing her back, fully but softly. He didn't linger, but it was an encouraging response. Inviting.

Feeling a bit more confident now, she kissed his lip again, but this time she was not quick or light about it. Opening her mouth ever so slightly, she sucked it into her mouth, pinning it between her teeth. With a flick of her tongue, she was met with a faint taste of iron that let her know that she had succeeded. 

Letting out a groan as she continued to suckle, his hands moved from her wrists to her waist where he kneaded at her.

Finally she gently released him from between her teeth and slowly returned it to him just like he had done with her finger. 

Almost immediately his hand was at the nape of her neck, and he was using it as leverage to firmly press her into his kiss.

Caught off guard by the intensity of his reaction, she gasped into his mouth and he swallowed it up hungrily and rewarded her with a deeper, more demanding kiss and she opened her mouth to him. He let out a heavy exhale through his nose along with a sound that sounded like relief and abandon combined.

His grip tightened in her hair and he dove into her mouth at the invitation of her parted lips. His tongue found hers and she tasted him, as well as the iron of her own blood mingled together in an intoxicating blend. He continued his eager exploration of her mouth, leaving little room for her to think or even breathe. She was unable to resist – helpless.

I am lost.

Feeling her melting into him, he pulled her up into his lap, bringing their bodies even closer and crushed her into his chest, squeezing the air from her lungs. She snaked an arm up and over his shoulder to run her fingers through his soft curls and grab a fist full of his hair. 

In desperate need of air, she reluctantly broke herself away from his kiss, using the grip she had on his hair to keep him from following her. 

She felt him pull against the handful of hair she held and then his lips were trailing along her jaw and down the side of her neck as she gasped for breath.

Eyes closed, longing in her voice, “Astarion…,” she whispered in between deep breaths. 

“Hmm?” he purred distractedly into her neck as he continued administering his affections. 

He had made his way to her chest, pausing to undo several buttons to expose the swell of her breasts.

“I need to breathe,” she said airly.

Almost as if he hadn't heard her, Astarion placed his mouth on the top of one breast where she felt his tongue briefly swirl across her skin before he pulled back a short distance and then blew across her breast.

The cooling sensation of air being forced across the glistening spot he had made on her skin caused her to gasp. Her chest heaved, rising to press into his waiting pursed lips, turning it back into a kiss and drawing an approving humm that reverberated through her chest. 

Lifting his head to face her again, his half lidded eyes met her, and the room grew quiet except for the sound of Edith's breathing. 

“Forgive me. After 200 years, it’s easy for me to forget that breathing is a requirement for the living, and not just a form of expression…” he trailed off, eyes briefly dropping to the collar of her shirt, before adding, “or amusement.”

At this last part, her raised her eyebrows in confusion. What could be amusing about breathing she wondered.

She didn't have to ponder long before he continued to speak, “I do hope you wear this blouse again.” His fingers toyed with the collar of her shirt, before he added, “Please?” 

He smiled at her, and in that moment she felt as if a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over her – fully extinguishing the fire within her.

She froze in his arms.

He was toying with her. The smile he now wore was the same one he had given her the first night they had slept together. 

There you are. I've been waiting. Waiting since the moment I set eyes on you. Waiting to have you. To taste you.

Hadnt he spoken nearly the same words to her as she entered his room earlier?

He had been manipulating her then – which meant he was manipulating her now too. 

I fell for his same tricks. Again.

I played with fire. What did I expect?

Abruptly, Edith rose to her feet, freeing her hand from his and turned away from him as she felt tears beginning to well up behind her eyes.

edith

Hastily over her shoulder she said, “I have to go,” and made for the door. 

“Edith?” She heard him say, confusion in his voice.

She opened the door and took a quick look back at him – stunned by her sudden departure, he was still seated on the ottoman, arm still raised from where she had slipped free of his hold.

“Edith?” he asked again, slowly lowering his arm to his lap, a befuddled expression on his face.  

“Goodnight,” she choked out before slipping out the door and hurried towards the stairs. 

Why did I say goodnight? It's the middle of the day.

She was halfway up the stairs before she heard the door to his room open and his voice call out, “Edith!”  

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[kedreeva]

For the ST prompt: protective, cuddles, soft. the fruity four

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The call comes a little after 2am. There's only a few people that would call that late, and Steve's not asleep anyway, so he picks up.

"Can I come over?" Robin asks without preamble. They both know the answer is yes, of course, so Steve knows that's not the question she's asking.

"Yeah, gimme 15," he tells her, already plucking his keys off the hook.

They don't come straight back to Steve's after he picks her up. He does a loop around town, checking on all of houses of their group. Assured of their mundane condition, he heads out of town to cruise some of the long roads on the outskirts, letting the summer air run warm through the open windows. The stars shine so bright in the clear night sky it seems they mean to make up for the absence of the moon. Robin hangs her elbow out the window, fingers folded together and her chin on her wrist to watch them.

Steve mostly watches the road, content to let his mind fuzz to the comfortable emptiness of driving an open road, but even so he doesn't miss the flash of a big, chunky van parked off the road in the middle of a fallow field. Robin looks over when he brakes, eyes flicking up to Eddie's van as well. She doesn't question when they park on the shoulder, or when they get out and begin to trek across the field.

"How'd you find me?" Eddie asks from the roof, as soon as they're close. He's lying on top of a big blanket,

"Couldn't sleep," Steve says at the same time as Robin says: "Spying on you with satellites."

"Funny," Eddie says, holding up a can with a flick of his wrist to Steve, who passes it to Robin before popping the top on the beer Eddie hands him next.

Steve collapses into sitting up near Eddie's head, and Eddie shifts and wiggles until he can get his head on Steve's lap like an overgrown puppy. Robin waits until they're settled before she sits as well, and then leans back to lie with her head on Eddie's belly. She doesn't open her can, just sets it beside her and tips her head to look up at the stars again. Without the headlights, no streetlamps in sight, the dusty arm of the milky way spans in a slash across the sky.

"Wayne again?" Steve asks after a little while, fingers gently threading through Eddie's hair. Most of it is already splayed in a halo over Steve's lap from his fiddling, but Eddie never minds.

"Yeah," Eddie agrees. He always leaves the trailer when it's Wayne in his nightmares, when he gets skittish that the Upside Down is going to destroy everything they own again when it comes for him. Sometimes he comes to one of their houses, but Steve has learned that when it's bad, really bad, Eddie comes out here, to where he's not even really in town anymore. Where he won't endanger anyone if a gate opens and swallows him whole.

"Come over next time," Steve tells him quietly. "Call me."

"Or me," Robin says. "Or Nancy. That's what I did."

"You called Nancy?" Eddie asks, gaze flicking up to Steve's face as he smiles.

Robin rolls her eyes. "I called Steve.

"Russians?" Eddie asks, but lightly.

"Vines," she says, barely a breath, as if she can feel them around her throat all over again even now.

Eddie reaches a hand to her and she catches it, threading their fingers. "Hate that one." He hadn't even been caught by the vines, but the other three had described it enough times. "Steve?"

Steve shakes his head. "Never got to sleep in the first place," he admits. He does sleep, he just does it when there's daylight, when he can wake up without feeling like he's back in it.

"Steve..."

"It's fine, Robin," he assures her. "I swear I'm getting enough sleep." They've had this argument a dozen times since he fell asleep at work because he hadn't slept at all the night before.

"I can come stay for a few days, if you're having trouble," Eddie offers tentatively. "Wayne won't mind having the place to himself."

"You don't have to..." Steve starts.

"I know," Eddie says simply, no other explanation. They've also had this conversation more than once, and it always ends the same. Steve still hasn't won this kind of fight, with either of them.

"...Yeah, okay."

Eddie nods and returns to stargazing with Robin, Steve sipping at his beer until headlights slash across the dark down the field. He watches the little station wagon run the length of the road, turn, and come toward them slowly. It pulls up behind Steve's car, and even though it's too dark and too far to tell who it is, they all know.

Nancy drops her armload of blankets on Robin's head once she's climbed to the top of the van, and it might be a cramped situation if she didn't basically pile herself on top of the three of them, curled up around Robin with the blanket over both of them and part of Eddie. Steve smiles as Robin passes her the can she's protected.

They split the cherry Coke - Nancy's secret favorite, which she'd only admitted once in a game of truth or dare a few weeks ago - in silence for a little while. Steve finishes his drink and sets the empty can next to Eddie's behind him. No one bothers asking how Nancy had found them; they'd been to this field as a group several times, and even if they hadn't, Steve at least is convinced there's nothing Nancy can't figure out.

"Fire," Nancy says to the stars, when her can has joined the others.

"Vines," Robin says, and then nods to Eddie without taking her arms out from under the warm blanket. "Wayne." Then she looks at Steve and he knows what's coming even before she says: "Didn't sleep, again."

"Steve..."

"Oh my god," he says with a laugh. "Eddie already agreed to stay over."

"I'm sure that means you asked for help when you needed it," Nancy says. Somehow, a little bit of guilt flushes under his skin, even though he knows she's dragging him out of concern.

"You know he didn't," Robin says.

"I know he didn't," Nancy says. "He never does."

"Hey," Steve protests. "I'm trying, okay, Nance? It's just..."

"I know," she says, and she does. She knows he's never really had anyone to ask for help from, and that it simply does not occur to him. Layer that with his desire to be as little burden as possible, and his need to protect others... she knows. It's difficult to learn better.

"We should just... get a place," Robin says, offhand. Everyone turns to look at her. "Sorry! Is that weird?"

"Like, together?" Eddie asks, glancing from her up to Steve, as if Steve might've understood Robin better. Not the case. "A place together, the four of us?"

"Um... yeah?" Robin says, hesitant. "We hang out all the time anyway, and... y'know, then... we don't have to sneak anywhere in the middle of the night. We don't... wake our parents up screaming."

Eddie hums. "We just wake each other up."

"Or someone's there to wake us up before the screaming starts," Nancy points out. She does not at all sound opposed, which surprises Steve.

"Plus, if- I mean, it's not like I want any of this stuff to keep happening, but it does keep happening, and if we had our own place, like... we wouldn't have to worry about anyone walking in or catching us."

"Home base," Steve says.

"Yeah," Robin says, relieved. "It wouldn't- it doesn't have to be forever, but... it would be nice, I think."

They sit in silence. Steve can't honestly think of anything that's sounded better in his life; he hates living in his empty house, hates the pool out back and the woods beyond it, hates it more when his parents do come home and screw everything up. He can't even imagine the relief of coming home to a full house of people he actually likes. Of having part of his chosen family at hand, where he can see them, touch them, assure himself they are all safe at the same time.

"I'm in," Nancy says, after a while.

"You can bring Jonathan," Robin offers.

Nancy just shakes her head. Steve feels badly for her. She hasn't left him, but she's been angry with him for a while over his decision to keep things from her. She understands why- they all do. He'll be moving back soon, now that Hopper's back, and Steve's not sure he's looking forward to the upheaval that will cause. Or maybe it won't- maybe he'll just settle in where he ought to have been all along. That's a bridge to be crossed or burned later.

"Yeah, me too," Steve agrees quietly. "It'll be a lot easier to get a house with four of us."

"With that many bedrooms?" Eddie asks. "I haven't looked at real estate prices but-"

"You really think we need a bunch of rooms?" Robin says, twisting to give him a skeptical look. "Planning on spending a lot of nights alone?"

Eddie blushes, even by starlight, and mumbles something under his breath that even Steve doesn't catch. "That mean you're out?" Steve asks.

"No," Eddie says. "I mean, I gotta talk to my uncle, but I followed you lunatics into another dimension to fight monsters. After all that, house seems pretty domestic."

"Har har," Robin says at the pun, but Steve smiles when Eddie looks at him expectantly. "So... now what?"

"It was your plan, Buckley," Eddie says.

"Yeah, but I was just-"

"Now we get home before our parents notice," Nancy interrupts, gesturing toward the horizon where it has begun to turn a lighter shade of dark, heralding dawn. "And... we'll start looking. There's a lot of people leaving town, after what happened. We can probably get something bigger than we would have otherwise."

"I can start looking into financing," Steve offers, heart a little lighter at the prospect of being useful. "I'm sure my dad knows someone."

Robin's grinning full-on now. "Are we really gonna do this?"

"Sure looks like it," Eddie says with a smile.

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