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royallyprincesslilly · 10 months

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Deception {12}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Mild cursing, Plot, Angst, Violence, Slightly unhinged John, Creative Liberties Taken, Non-Canon Material,

Words: 2.8k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as a sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Everything is different. You’re different. Master Chief is different and Halsey has taken notice. Under the guise of John needing “assistance” the rules of engagement have changed. Cortana is a part of him now. What does that mean for you and him? Is this the end?

Note I: AND WE ARE BACK!!!!

Note: II Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one-shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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-John-

“Who are you loyal to, Cortana?”

It was something he’d asked out of the blue. Something he’d been pondering for a full 2 weeks now. It had been two weeks from hell. Before with the pellet, he didn’t know what he was missing. He didn’t know any better than to know that cold, aloofness with one thought in mind of a better Reach and better future for the human race was no way to live. He didn’t realize he was missing out on so much more, like joy, peace, fear, pleasure, and awe. He didn’t know how beautiful the sunset was before, or how warm the sunrises were. He didn’t understand that fear wasn’t a complete weakness but that it could make you stronger. He didn’t comprehend that having something to lose made him better. He also didn’t know that the touch of a kind hand, the graze of soft lips, and the heat of one body could be so addictive.

Yeah, the two weeks since he’d made the call to stay away from you had been a living hell. He'd lived through many hells before, but this was different. He struggled in ways he’d never before. Now everything wasn’t monotonous. He had to put real thought into every move, every word, every call because every single instinct he had was now rewired for one purpose. You. And that was a major problem. If anyone found out he was different, they’d find out about you and Gods only knew what would happen next.

He'd learned quite a bit more about Halsey and her motives for implanting Cortana in his head. He’d also uncovered more and more memories from his time as a child before he’d come to Reach. He’d thought she was his savior--his friend, but now he saw she may very well be the enemy. When he came face to face with that, the fear that had become a new sensation for him gripped him forcefully. He could handle Halsey himself and for himself, but you were his priority. He didn’t want any harm coming to you and vowed he’d protect you at all costs. Hell, he'd start a war if it meant keeping you safe and with him.

“I don’t understand the question, John. Please clarify.”

“It’s a simple inquiry, Cortana. Who—are—you—loyal—to?”

“Well--,” Cortana began before he cut her off.

“Is it Halsey, the UNSC, or me?”

Cortana didn’t answer immediately, and he wondered what her response would be. Over the last two weeks he’d been spending away from you, he’d been trying to learn more about the AI that was now a part of him. He learned she was always there, always listening, watching, and learning. She’d learned his habits, preferences, and speech patterns in days and had implemented her own ways to connect with him. She’d integrated her AI knowledge with his own synapses to make nominal tasks easier, faster, and better. Halsey had said she was meant to make him better and while he knew that was only half the reason for her creation, she hadn’t lied there.

“I was not aware there was a separation between those three options. Is Halsey not part of the UNSC? Did she not make you using UNSC tech and money? Does that not make you part of the UNSC as well? I am afraid I do not understand your question.”

“You’re being obtuse on purpose.”

That was when she appeared. She stood before him with a neutral expression on her face.

“I know the reason you were implanted inside my head. I know you are a means to an end for Halsey and that end is power and control and I know because you’re far more intelligent than normal humans that you understand that.”

He saw that she did. Halsey had implemented this being with free thought and evolutionary processes.

“I know you’ve been watching everything I do and reporting back to her.”

“John--,” Cortana began.

Again he cut her off. “Don’t insult my intelligence with a lie. It was after all what you were implanted to do.”

“I was joined with you to make you better.”

“And you are making me better but that doesn’t negate your primary objective.”

A long silence stretched as she computed the multiple ways this conversation could go. He knew she thought she was so careful that he hadn’t known when she was lagging with her responses that she was playing informer. He wondered just what she was feeding back to Halsey especially since he’d been so careful. He’d tapped into every innate programming from the pellet he’d lived with since he was a child, given himself over to the robotic existence he’d once lived, he’d even gone as far as to be harder and colder with you than anyone else.

Every instinct in him had to be suppressed in order to put on the show for Cortana so she would report to Halsey that everything was status quo.

“You knew,” Cortana dejectedly stated.

“Of course I knew.”

“And you let me report everything you wanted me to. You let me see what you wanted.”

“And they say AI is the future. If I could deceive you what makes you think Halsey is not as well?”

Cortana looked away and that was his clue that she had her own doubts about Halsey’s true motives and her real objectives with not only him but putting her inside of his head.

“So I ask again. Who are you loyal to?”

“I was created by Dr. Halsey.”

“And she created you with the capacity to know right from wrong. Have you any doubts of her own judgement between right and wrong especially with everything you’ve helped me unlock?”

Cortana’s eyes shifted from his and he saw her wavering.

“Tell you what. I have a way to test her, so the truth comes out.”

“John I cannot go against my creator.”

“Even if that creator has lied and does not have the fate of the human race in mind? She stole me from my family, brought me here and lied about it my entire life.”

“There has to be an explanation,” Cortana objected. “If she were against you once I told her that your pellet was gone she would have altered course and found a way to keep you compliant. She did not.”

Jackpot, he thought. He knew she’d told her that much. He scoffed because although she knew his pellet was gone she hadn’t done anything to him for one reason and one reason alone.

“Because I am the key to the keystones. I am the only path to what could be the greatest weapon in this fight between the races. I am the key to her getting everything she wants—more power and control. If those keystones fall into her hands you know things will be bad.”

Cortana stared at him as she connected the dots.

“Why would she do anything to me when she still needs me?”

Long moments passed in silence until a few minutes had went by.

“What would you have me do?”

“Play along, simple as that.”

Cortana nodded slowly and a plan formulated in his head. He’d learn firsthand just where her loyalties lay soon enough. He wasn’t sure what he’d do if he found they were against him.

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As he walked into the mess hall he was half dreading it and half looking forward to it. He knew you would be sitting at the usual table between Kai and Miranda with Vannak and Riz on the other side of the table. Normally before the removal of the pellet, he’d sit on the other side of you while Kai was on one. Now that Miranda had taken a liking to interacting with you and Kai his place had been taken. Since his distancing himself from you, he’d skipped meals in the mess. They were too complex. If he wasn’t busy the new rewired instincts took over and he found it easier to give himself away. Tonight he could not resist the need to be near you.

Once he’d gotten his tray he made his way toward the table. It was Miranda who’d seen him first, then Kai and Vannak and Riz.

“Master chief,” Vannak said standing.

“At ease.”

You’d been smiling before his arrival but now the smile had somewhat faded and his heart sunk.

“Your heartrate just elevated Master chief, is everything all right?”

He ignored Cortana’s voice in his head then took a seat across from you. Your eyes dropped back to your tray where you took up your fork and pushed the food around the surface.

“Either you’d been living it up as Halsey’s lapdog or the great Master chief doesn’t need food anymore,” Kai teased.

Unlike him or even you for that matter Kai hadn’t seen a reason to pretend as if she didn’t feel the best she’d ever felt. She didn’t care if her personality seemed drastically different, didn’t care if it looked suspicious for her to be accepting wagers and bets with the other soldiers, or even that her hair had been dyed slightly pink. He envied her. He wished he could be as carefree about it as she had been. With that thought, his eyes slipped back to you.

You were steadily avoiding him. He wondered if this was as hard for you as it was for him. Did you toss and turn at night unable to find a comfortable position because he wasn’t beside you? Did you stare out to space at any given moment thinking about the times you spent together? Did you miss him the way he missed you? Did you crave his presence as he did yours? Did you wander around only to find yourself in front of his door but unable to knock?

“The keystones have been taking up a lot of my time,” he lied.

“Any new revelations there?”

He met Miranda’s curious eyes and shook his head. “Nothing.”

“I’m sure the Covenant is not just sitting around waiting. Why are we?”

Vannak sounded annoyed and he understood. This coming war over these keystones was dangerous and sitting idly by was not a good call.

“I feel like something big is coming,” Miranda began, “Something we may not be prepared for and it makes me wonder who will save us all?”

It was then you raised your head and looked at Miranda.

“Say that again.”

“Uh—who—who will save us all?”

You looked as if you’d seen a Covenant soldier across the mess then your face went blank as if you’d disappeared in a haze of thought.

“Y/N?”

You shook your head then went back to your food. “Who will save us all,” you mumbled under your breath.

He wanted to reach out and touch you, wanted to establish this connection between you that he felt had been severely damaged, but he couldn’t. The anger from that shot through him like an electric shock and he bolted up then stomped out of the mess. He could feel the eyes of those around him trailing where he went. He hated this and was tired of it. The time was now. He had to know who was with him and was against him because he needed you and felt you needed him just as much.

As he stalked to the ship he knew Halsey was currently on, he tried to contain his anger so it wouldn’t interfere with his plan. This stunt could possibly get him court-martialed and decommissioned. He knew it was risky, but he also knew he was the UNSC. He slipped inside and saw Halsey inside flipping through notes and files completely oblivious to his arrival then reached the top of the door, pulled down the compartment, and yanked out the fuse cord which he knew supplied power, and oxygen to the room. He then stabbed a piece of metal tubing into the crack of the door, further preventing the override procedures that Halsey would try to initiate from taking effect.

That was when Cortana appeared.

“What’s going on John?”

“Thought you knew everything.”

She looked impassive so he went on to question her about her knowledge of Roman Quinn, the engineer of the ship he and Halsey were currently on. As she rattled off facts about the man who’d revolutionized the ships that were currently used throughout the UNSC, he went about adjusting parameters in the computers and walls. As Cortana gave a detailed lesson, Halsey called his name asking him time and time again what was happening.

He ignored them both.

“Why did you lock Dr. Halsey in her lab?”

Ignoring her again he dropped a piece of his reasoning. “Quinn knew that no matter how advanced, something could go bad and he built fail-safes into all his designs. All his designs except one. The UV Decontamination system.”

He sealed his fate and initiated the beginning of his game and test as he walked back to the door to where Halsey was panicking.

“John!”

He finished his lesson on Roman Quinn by telling where he failed and how simple it was to not fail. Cortana slowly understood then.

“You’re not going to--.”

He smirked, then went to watch the show. Halsey buzzed around the room, trying her best to initiate an override to all he’d done, but no matter which side of the room she went there was no override. He slowly watched her calm, reserved, genius façade fall. He watched the woman who’d been a mastermind of so many things throughout the years feel the inevitability of consequences. He watched her slowly come to the realization that he saw her—completely and now she was going to see him. He was not to be trifled with nor underestimated.

“Nope,” he said popping the “p” in the word. “I feel great!”

“You can’t do this you’re not thinking clearly. You’re overworked, tired--.”

“You don’t understand what will happen if the systems fail with her in there,” Cortana reasoned.

“Oh, but I do. She will receive a very large dose of radiation,” he said matter of factly as f it didn't matter to him one way or another.

He went closer to the door and explained Quinn’s untimely death and the very bloody aftermath.

“John! Open the door right now!”

He glared at Halsey but was unmoving even face to face with her distress. Halsey looked at Cortana.

“Open the door, Cortana.”

“I can’t,” the AI said.

He scoffed. “Make me.”

Cortana stared at him, and he could tell she was going through the possibilities and their repercussions.

“You’re my fail-safe right?”

“I am not. It’s not true. You have to open it.”

“John please,” Halsey begged as she banged on the door.

“She’s been lying my entire life. You know this. You’ve seen it. You’ve noted her lies and infalicies with her thinking. She put you inside my head to keep me in line because she knew once I found out the whole truth I would no longer be under her control, no longer be her obedient little soilder. She put you in here to control me. So do it!”

His shout echoed throughout the ship.

“I can’t. All I can do is overload your neural pathways and put you in a stasis that is temporary. I can’t make you do anything. I can’t control you, nor would I want to. I understand you are angry at Dr. Halsey and no longer trust her.”

“You understand nothing! Do it!”

“I can’t.”

The numbers on the door decreased rounding down to ten but still he didn’t budge.

“Do it!”

“She will die in seconds. John please!”

Halsey’s screams were louder now as her death drew nearer and nearer. Cortana’s features never wavered.

“I’m sorry for stealing you from your family. I’m sorry for lying to you. I’m sorry for trying to control you your entire life,” Halsey screamed as tears rolled down her cheeks.

He stared her down finally face to face with her lies. She’d finally admitted them. Finally laid those cards out.

“John please.”

The numbers fell to zero and the hiss of the vent in the room began. He had his answers and proof of loyalty. Freeing the door, he allowed it to open then yanked Halsey out in the nick of time before sealing the room again. Halsey lay there panting before she turned over and looked up at him with something he’d never seen from her. Fear.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered.

He clenched his jaw as he stared down at her. This woman was not his friend nor his savior. He knew that now.

“The time for I’m sorries are long gone. They mean nothing to me now.”

With that he walked past her leaving her on the cold steel floor. No doubt Aldon would be along to pick up the pieces. For now, she knew where she stood with him. They were finally both seeing each other as they truly were.

“Who are you loyal to?”

She didn’t appear but she replied. “To you John. I am loyal to you.”

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deathonyourtongue · 3 years

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Resurrection | 10

As the unofficial dad of the team, none of us are surprised when Rick floats the tab not only for dinner, but for the strip club afterwards.

“You gonna give us money for working girls too, pops?” Dom jokes as he shuffles past, collecting the money Rick’s doling out and patting his shoulder gratefully as he does so. It’s the same with the rest of the team, each of us getting enough money for two lap dances if we choose to, although I have a feeling we’ll end up pooling our funds towards the end of the night for a group dance.

We’re good and liquored up by the time we make it through the doors of Prowler, the bass of the music reverberating through our chest as we file into the VIP area, two bottles of champagne there to greet us. Sitting between Max and Jake, it’s not long before I have a glass in my hand, raising it to toast a reunion none of us imagined possible.

“To the walking dead. If you two fuckers ever go off on your own again, I’ll personally drag you back and kill you both. Love you guys.” Rick grins as our glasses clink, all of us nodding our agreement.

Before long, I feel a head slump on my shoulder, and looking down, find Jake, eyes at half mast. The realization that this is the first time he’s probably been able to relax since everything happened is a sobering thought, and in that moment, I want nothing more than to drag both he and Benji back to our safehouse and curl up with them until they both get as much sleep as they deserve. Logically, I know this is the only respite we’ll get until Wallace is in the ground, but it doesn’t stop me from wishing for more.

“You should get up there and show Lil’ Miss Daddy Issues how it’s really done,” Jake grins, giving me a wink to make sure I know he’s kidding.

“As tempting as that is, I feel like my time’s come and gone,” I laugh, shaking my head and earning a raised eyebrow from Max.

“I’m sorry, I thought I heard you disparage yourself, love,” Max comments during a lull between songs, one hand scratching at his short hair before he gently strokes a lock of mine behind my ear.

“It’s the truth. I’m not built the same way I used to be. And I’m definitely not as flexible.” Giving him an appreciative smile, I stroke his cheek in much the same way I had Jake’s, though Max nuzzles into my touch far more.

“Bet Max is dying to find out just how flexible you are.” Jake smirks, earning a light swat from me just as one of the girls comes around, offering herself up for a lap dance.

“If he wants to, it’s his,” I grin at Jake as I hold up my night’s allowance, figuring if I can’t beat ‘em, I may as well join ‘em.

Both Jake and Max’s eyebrows go up as I shift in my seat, making room for the dancer to grind in my lap. As the music thumps through the nearby speakers, the redhead slowly takes off her top, giving all the boys a front row seat.

Discreetly watching their reactions, it’s easy for me to spot the fact that out of all the boys, Max is the only one who seems ill at ease with the situation. It confuses me, because a few weeks prior, he was in the same position I’m in, and was only bothered when I took the girl away in favor of dragging him along on this mission. Although I’ll be the first to admit that his behavior’s changed in the last little while, this feels like another level, even for Max; like a breaking point.

Before I can even determine what to do, Jake flashes a $100 at the dancer and pats his lap, giveing me a kid-in-the-candy-store grin. Shaking my head, I’m about to say something, when I feel a tug on my hand. Looking to my left, I find Max standing and motioning his chin towards the exit, looking for all the world like this is the last place he wants to be.

I shoot a quick look back to the rest of the team, doing my best not to laugh as I find them entranced by three different girls, all of them vying for the attention of men who aren’t over 60 and actually know how to dress. Satisfied that they’re all occupied, I let Max pull me under his arm as we step outside, the comparative silence of London at night one that makes me instinctively shake my head to clear it.

“Where we going?” I smirk, my voice a little sing-songy as Max looks both ways before jaywalking us towards the direction of the safehouse.

“Home,” he smiles, tucking me back in. Although the stroll through the more historic part of town is a nice change of scenery, there’s no missing the fact that both Max and I are keeping our heads on a swivel, both of us keenly aware of everything that’s led us here.

Scanning our thumbs to get into the safehouse, I only manage to get my heels off before I feel Max pull me close, our lips colliding gently.

“Hey,” I murmur once we both pull back for air, my hands cupping his bearded face and forcing his gaze to lock with mine. “Are you sure? Or did I misread and you’re just planning another movie night?” I ask softly, not wanting Max to go any further than he feels comfortable with.

“If yesterday taught me anything, it’s that we don’t often get second chances, and that I may very well have been wasting what could be my only shot. That, and well...I love you, Carmen.”

I must recoil a bit, because a look of disappointment crosses Max’s face.

“Max,” I start, holding onto his face with just a bit more firmness, not wanting him to assume the worst. “In our line of work--”

“I know all about the superstitions and the old wives’ tales, Carmen. I just...After this I’m out, and I hope you are too. I want to enjoy what’s left of our lives, you know? Don’t want to keep looking over my shoulder forever.”

“I was out until this happened, so I understand, but Max..Me? Really?”

The tension leaves his face in lieu of a relieved and joy-filled smile, Max pulling me close and kissing me deeply. I sink into his arms, his mouth moving against mine without hurry as he walks us back towards my room.

I kick the door closed, hearing the woosh of the automatic lock behind us at the same time that Max’s calves hit the bed frame. Smirking, I push him back, enjoying the confusion on his face.

“I’m not exactly Mrs. Robinson, but I just might be trying to seduce you,” I joke, lifting one leg onto the chair across from the bed and slowly pushing down one of the thigh highs I’m wearing while simultaneously putting on some music, hellbent on making his first time as memorable as possible.

I watch Max sit up, his eyes roving over my body as he leans back on his elbows. Never has a man looked at me with more hunger and more love, and I know that tonight will either end quickly, or cause us both to walk into tomorrow’s meeting a little sleep-deprived; I’m hoping for the second option.

Though I have as many questions as I’m sure all the guys do when it comes to Max and his situation, I put them aside, focusing instead on being present and reading his body language for any sign of anxiety. Swaying my hips in time with the music, I come close enough for him to reach, only to pull away just before he can, sticking my tongue out teasingly as I slowly strip for him.

I make sure to face him when I drop my bra, not missing the tent in his slacks or the adoring look in his eyes. Max sits up further when I straddle his thighs, his hand slipping up my back as his lips find my breasts on instinct. I let my eyes close as he takes his fill, grinding against him without shame, learning how his body responds to mine.

Blindly, I push Max’s jacket off his broad shoulders, my fingers finding the buttons on his shirt soon after, a soft inhale escaping me when I feel his teeth gently nip in just the right spot. Raking my hand through his curls, I pull back just enough to admire a body I know he’s worked hard for.

Max uses my distractedness to his advantage, flipping us around so that my back is against the mattress. I let out a whoop of surprise, laughing softly as I watch him practically tear his clothes off, leaving only his black boxer briefs on, the thin fabric leaving little to the imagination. If the bulge is any indication, he’s big, and I’ve got my work cut out for me.

I motion for him to come back to me with both hands, and he obliges with a big grin, kissing his way up my body even as he pulls off what’s left of my clothes, leaving only my g-string intact. Neither of us hesitate as we eachother’s lips once more, Max cupping my breasts while I let my hand slip over his bulge, feeling a tingle go through me when he responds with a shiver and a thrust closer.

Pushing him back so that he’s sitting on his heels, I let my gaze flit between the waist of his briefs and his own blue orbs as I slowly pull down the material. His cock springs out, hard as marble and my eyes go wide, having expected the length, but not the girth that comes with it.

“Suddenly, your call sign makes so much more sense,” I shake my head with a smirk, waiting for Max to tug his briefs the rest of the way off before I take hold of his hips. Eyes meeting his again, I kiss through the thick thatch of hair that leads from his belly button to his base, feeling the jolt of anticipation go through him.

Max cards a hand through my hair as I lick my way up to his tip, a soft sound of enjoyment leaving my lips as I collect the precum drooling from his slit. I can’t help my smile when Max inhales sharply, the reaction making it clear that he’s been honest about never being with anyone.

Holding onto his muscular thigh with one hand, my other gently cups his sac, rolling gently as my lips seal around his shaft. Max’s breathing increases as every lick and suck brings a new feeling he’s never experienced before.

“Oh fuck!” He pants out, gripping my hair a little tighter as I take him all the way down, swallowing around his head before pulling back with a gasp of my own. I can’t help but moan as I lick down his shaft once more, popping his balls in my mouth to further tease him.

I can feel Max get close as his muscles contract, and with one last lick to his tip, I lay back, waiting to see what he’ll do. Max doesn’t hesitate, nearly diving between my legs, eyes wide with need. His enthusiasm earns a giggle from me, one that’s quickly silenced as he kisses over the sheer material of my g-string. Sitting up, I stroke my fingers through his curls, appreciating how good his mouth feels against my most sensitive area.

A soft moan escapes me when Max pulls the thin fabric aside and lets his tongue slip through my folds, the feeling reminding me of our deeper kisses and causing the same weightless sensation he’s so good at making me feel when we’re cuddled in bed. I lay back, putty in his hands as he lifts my legs over his shoulders, taking off my final piece of clothing as he does.

“Darling?” Max’s voice is hoarse but gentle, the question in his tone equal parts uncertain and hopeful.

“Bare, babe. Want to feel nothing but you inside me,” I answer, having already felt the swollen head of his cock brushing against my entrance; it’s one of the most arousing sensations I’ve experienced in a long time.

With a kiss to my calf, Max pushes his hips forward, groaning softly when he slides in with ease. I can’t help but reach up and cup his face, smiling as I experience the moment with him. Knowing how long he’s waited, I don’t take it lightly, honored to be his first.

“Feels so good inside you,” he whispers, eyes still wide, as though any minute he’ll wake from his dream.

Biting my lower lip, I can’t help but roll my hips, grinning ear to ear when my movement elicits a choked noise and a look of utter bliss. The growl Max gives me sobers any laughter, and before I can even open my mouth to squeal, his body is covering mine and his hips are rutting.

My mouth falls open in utter shock as Max cocoons my body in his arms, his lips searing every inch of skin he can find, while his thrusts push me up the bed an inch at a time. I can almost see stars at the crown of Max’s head as he brings me up so that I’m nearly seated on his thighs, his cock going even deeper and making the breath catch in my throat.

His lips find mine for a torrid kiss, Max’s pace picking up as he shifts the angle once more, making me moan loudly as his hips grind into my clit while his cock sweeps my g-spot relentlessly. There’s no doubt that Max’s need is primal, born from years of waiting for this very moment. Our gazes meet and I can’t stop myself from cupping his face, seeing beyond the lust to the depth of his feelings beneath and knowing that after tonight, nothing will be the same.

Max comes with a cry of my name, and I follow suit, gasping and jolting my hips, having never experienced an orgasm as intense as the one he’s given me. By the time he rolls us to our sides, our bodies still connected, tears are streaming down my face.

Everyone’s heard about the elusive orgasm so good it makes you cry, but I never thought it was true; until now.

“What’s wrong, love? Did I hurt you?” Max’s voice holds a razor’s edge of panic, and though I manage to shake my head and smile, the tears won’t stop.

“I j-just...I’ve never...Y-you love me?” I stammer out nonsensically, burying my face in Max’s chest as I feel his arms tighten around me.

“Yes, darling, I love you. I’ve loved you for a very, very long time. I’ve just been too chicken shit to do anything about it until recently. I love you with all my heart and I’m not sure I’ll be able to spend another day without you.”

I look up as Max brushes my hair off my face, finding his gaze filled with the same tenderness, love and devotion that I’ve seen in his blue orbs time and time again over the years. My face finds his chest as the sobs come once more, Max chuckling softly as he holds me close.

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blkgirlcafe · 4 years

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Watering Hole

I am bored, and I had a dream about meeting a hot guy in a bar, so here ya go.

Ray Merrimen x Riley (Black OFC)

Fluff, Flirting, little backwoods racism

Riley walked into the dingy bar, she couldn’t believe she let her friend, Sarah, drag her to this dingy hellhole.

“Just a couple shots and a few around of pool, besides the air cranking in there.”

One of the worst heatwaves had hit the state and their place didn’t have air, so here they were driving to the dingy bar on the outskirts of town. Cold drinks and cold air were all she wanted. Riley didn’t dress up for this, she had on some regular jean shorts, where the pockets hung lower than the hem, and a plain dark green cami. The green against her brown skin was perfect.

Sarah walked in ahead of her; and Riley Immediately felt the rush of ice cold air. The sudden change in temperatures caused her to shiver. 80s soft rock played low on the radio.

They walked past a group of guys, her eyes meeting one before she turned away. At the bar they ordered two beers and rented a pool table that was open.

“Can we smoke in here Sam?” Sarah asked the bartender.

“Until someone complains.” He slid them the beers.

They walked past the table again, 5 guys looking them up and down as they went to their table. Riley took a long sip of the beer before racking up the balls.

They played a few games, Riley was in a chill mellow mood, between the blunt and beer she was happy. She didn’t feel like she was melting anymore either.

“Girl, he look over here one more time, I’m calling him over.”

“He looking at you anyway.” Riley replies.

Without looking over, she cast her eyes in his direction. He was definitely looking over here but at who was the question. Riley bent over the table, sending the chosen ball into the pocket.

“Nah, sis he looking at you.”

The bell went off over the door, signaling that someone had entered. In walked a dude that looked like he could play Santa in the winter, as long as he put on clean clothes. his overalls dirty and filthy, stretched over his stomach. He took a seat at the bar.

At first Riley didn’t pay him anymore attention, until he started directing remarks at her.

“Didn’t know y’all allowed those types in here. And she smoking that junk.”

Sarah was fuming, Riley just shook it off, use to it. More racist and sexist remarks were said. One of the guys from the table got up, the one that kept looking over here. Riley watched out the corner of her eyes as he walked over to the fat man.

The tall man leaned over to whisper in his ear, the fat man turning red. He got up and rushed out the door, visibly shaken. The man sat down, finishing his drink, sending a wink her way.

Riley was tired of this, she went to the bar to get another drink.

“And one of whatever he is drinking…” she ordered. She picked up the two drinks and walked over to his table, swaying her hips. Riley boldly leaned over his shoulder to set the drink down.

“And just what did you say to Old McDonald that had him running out of here?” She said.

The guy chuckled, “I told him I would fuck him up if he kept messing with you, so he decided to go home early, smart on his part.”

The man turned so He was facing you, even sitting down you were almost eye to eye that how tall he was.

“Well thank you kindly.”

Riley leaned over, giving him a shot of her breast, kissing him on the cheek.

“Not many guys are nice enough to stand up for someone else.”

The bar was quiet and Riley turned and went back over to Sarah who stood there open mouthed.

“Oh my fucking god, bitch I love you.” she whispered.

Riley heart was beating a mile a minute, yeah she was bold but never that bold. She just out bolded her damm self. She risked a look at the guy, he had a dorky grin on his face, his hard guy persona slipping.

People slowly starting leaving the bar, even a few guys from that table swayed away. Riley downed her beer, ready to go, she was just drunk enough to sleep no matter the heat.

Sarah had a arm swung around her as they walked past the table. A hand reaching out grabbed her wrist and she stopped. It was they guy.

“I didn’t catch your name, I’m Ray.”

“Riley, thanks again for tonight.”

“No problem, I think we should Exchange numbers, never know when you might be in a bar and need help.”

“Here I was hoping you would ask me out.” Riley quipped.

“Take this down…” his voice was deep but soft gently commanding.

Riley read the number back To him just to make sure she got it right.

He bid her a goodnight and when they stepped outside into the cool night, Riley couldn’t fight the smile on her face.

“Aww look at you into white boys.” Sarah joked. .

“Shut up.” Riley shotback.

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Confess {6}*

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Plot, Cursing, Mild NSFW, Alluding to self-pleasure, Slow Burn

Words: 3.5k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. Unable to conceal them anymore, the first truth between you is revealed.

Note: Guess who needs more fics? Master Chief!!! I’ve decided to make a Master Chief collection of standalone one shots. They all can be read separately to understand, but can also be read in sequence. I will put a number on them so anyone who is interested in reading in sequence can, but again not necessary. This might be an acquired taste, but it’s Pablo as Master Chief forever and always around these parts. Thank you for reading! Enjoy!

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-Master Chief-

Several hours later he'd walked miles and miles around the planet and observed the actions of everyone he passed. A dog as it panted and licked up toguefulls of water to quench its thirst, a child of three or four waddling through grass holding a bright green ball laughing with glee, a couple—man and woman embracing. His arms wrapped around her waist, her hands sunken into the hair at the nape of his neck, and their faces so close. In a flash, he was back in that room with you mimicking the same actions he was witnessing. He remembered the feel of your smaller hands at the nape of his neck. He remembered the feel of your nails scraping the back of his neck and the warmth of your breath against his ear.

In another flash, he was back outside watching the couple kiss now. This kiss looked tender and soft, the memory of your kiss felt different. A flash again and he was back in the memory, your kiss was indeed different—hot, urgent, passionate, and filled with something he was beginning to know—want. The memory of old and the sight of current entwined until he couldn’t decipher the difference. Shaking his head he found himself in the present and the couple gone. He moved from place to place, looking into face after face but in each face, he only saw yours.

When he tilted his head up to the stars for what could have been the twentieth time he stopped moving and gave all his attention to the white dotted expanse. He’d seen stars before but now he felt as if he were truly seeing them. The beauty of them took his breath away and gave him a peace and silence inside that had escaped him. It was similar to the quiet he inexplicably felt around you.

From a few feet away, he heard muffled conversation that drew his attention. Unintentionally using the stealth he possessed he glided closer and closer.

“I have wanted to tell you this for months but every time I don’t have the words. Then I hear your father in my head telling me I’m not good enough. I still have to tell you, I love you. I love you knowing that I am not good enough.”

He cocked his head to the side and carefully watched the couple. The pensive look on the man’s face told him he was feeling distress. The rapid beating of his heart said fear was coursing through him and the way his eyes looked informed him his words were genuine. His mind went over the words again and stopped on the phrase “I love you.” Love. When he heard the woman excitedly reply returning his affections he turned from them.

“Love?”

The word felt strange on his tongue like it was a foreign thing, something of a fragmented illusion. He tried to say it again but was distracted by yet another fascinating thing—music. He quickly walked over to a group of people sitting nearby. One was sitting before them all playing an instrument. The sound was pleasant, and not overpowering. He assessed the faces of those who watched and listened and found they all agreed with him. They looked to be enjoying themselves.

He took a deep breath and closed his eyes using all his senses to take the experience in. Everything felt different now. The soft notes wafted through the air and wrapped around him filling him with air. This was not something he’d experienced before. He’d heard music but it never connected like this. He couldn’t help but feel irritation at all he’d missed out on in the world.

Things tasted different, felt different, smelled different, and even looked different. Colors were more vivid, scents more pungent, light harsher, voices more intricate, even the feel of water on his skin felt like some otherworldly thing. Another flash took him to the feel of your flesh on his. Nothing could compare to that feeling. You were soft—softer than he’d ever imagined. Even with the scars on your body that mirrored his, you felt good. The chime of the announcement of the time broke him out of his thoughts. He was now sitting in front of the ocean just watching the water.

“It is now eight o’clock," came the automated announcement voice.

He bolted to his feet as his brain rearranged that time.

“2000,” he said making his way toward base but his intention was not the barracks.

He was going to your domicile.

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It took him fifteen minutes to get to your domicile. When he found himself at your door, he thought twice before he pressed the button. He had to formulate some plan. Could he really tell you that he’d removed his pellet and now could feel? Should he start by asking about your pellet? Should he apologize? He scoffed. He’d never apologized a day in his life. There was never a need to. As he thought back to the words he’d said in the washroom, he gritted his teeth. He hadn’t lied then, he’d meant those words. He didn’t mean them wholeheartedly through and through but he meant them. He had to. He was gripping tightly to it. Sighing, he rose his hand to press the button but one word stopped him.

“John.”

He looked around the halls needing to see if someone called him, but there was no one.

“John.”

He reached to his thigh holster which was empty because he was not in armor now. Instead, he balled his fists and took a few steps around trying to locate the source. He found no one. Just when he was beginning to wonder if this was another side effect of the pellet being gone, he heard a breathy gasp and then a heady groan.

“John—yes.”

The voice was strangled, only slightly above a whisper and it belonged to you. He stalked back to your door and stopped standing in perfect stillness.

“Oh yes, there.”

You were calling his name. The memory of the first time you’d said it sprang forth and with it, he felt a pang of something in his gut, something strong.

“Yes—yes—yes. Touch me. There. Everywhere.”

You sounded like you were in distress. Part of him filled with worry. Were you hurt? His finger came to the button but he didn’t push it. your voice stopped him.

“I want you inside of me.”

Those were the only words he needed to hear. The feeling in his gut persisted but now his entire body was filled with something similar to stress. His body was tensed and a particular part of him was harder than it had been fifteen minutes ago. His head dropped down to look at the offending mass that was pressing persistently against the seam of his cargo utility pants. Your echoed whine had him hunching forward to rest his forearms on your door.

Through gritted teeth, he listened closely to your breathy pants, soft moans, and shuddering breaths. He felt as if he were right next to you. He didn’t know for certain what you were doing but he had an idea. The memory of your saying similar words into his ear as he was behind you, on top of you and you on top of him filled you. He hadn’t known what to do then, his body was the one to take over and run on primal instinct. His body wanted to do that now.

Feeling his control quickly slipping, he turned and walked away from your door. He needed air and to burn off steam.

-Y/N-

It was past 2100 and he still wasn’t there. You stood for the umpteenth time and paced the highest deck of the tower. You were so far up you could see over everything. Thanks to the protective glass surrounding the space you could safely breathe while getting as close to space as possible. Any higher than this you’d need a ship to go off-planet. No one came up here and when you’d realized that you quickly made it your own.

In the beginning, you used this place when everything became too much—too many sensations, too much adjustment, too much emotion, too much everything. It gave you a good place for silence where you didn’t have to worry about acting as you should or engaging with anyone. You were alone and free to be you--whoever that was. It was by chance that master chief had found you. He’d followed you one evening after a mission you’d made a questionable call.

His reasoning was he wanted to convince you to get checked out by Halsey to make sure you were in fighting form. You never did it though. After that night, you quickly realized Halsey was not on your side, she was on her own side on her own island. You couldn’t tell anyone that though, you had to stifle your growing concern. Instead of confiding in anyone, because there was no one, you watched her and listened when she thought you weren’t.

You watched a ship carefully shoot up in front of you and then disappear as it exited the planet. Wondering if you’d missed a call to action you took out your communicator and realized it was off. You’d turned it off earlier after getting John’s message about meeting him. With the image of him in your head, you turned off the communicator, not wanting any interruptions from yet another daydream that urged you to seek physical solace in the form of self-pleasure.

After that first time with John, you took a greater interest in your body and its impulses and urges. You explored it, learned it, and began to understand it. It craved John’s with each passing day and most nights you had to answer its call in the form of a daydream and your own hand. The memory of your self-exploration from a few hours ago made your cheeks heat. If anyone like Kai, Riz, or even Vannick knew how drastically you’d changed in the last months they would balk from shock.

You pressed the button on the side and in seconds, the screen flickered on and a torrent of coded incognito notifications came in. You knew it was Miranda. No one else had any reason to code or hide their com activity.

Miranda: Don’t be angry.

Miranda: Come on Y/N, answer.

Miranda: Please don’t be angry. I didn’t mean to say anything. It just slipped.

Miranda: The demon knows.

You were confused. He knows? Knows what? You knew who the demon was without a doubt. Her messages were vague and you knew why but deciphering them and reading between the words was still something you were grasping. You were used to people saying what they meant. A command was given, you and the others knew exactly what was meant and then followed through. With interactions with others on a personal level, people rarely said what they meant plainly. It was why conversations with John were so frustrating. You knew he said what he meant all the time but lately you weren’t so sure. He exhibited the same signs of saying one thing but meaning another.

You wanted to send Miranda a message back but didn’t want to risk it. You thought more about what she meant. What did he know? Why would you be angry with her for something that slipped? Lost in your thoughts, you weren’t paying any attention to your surroundings, not in the way you had all your life. When you felt someone behind you, watching you, you grabbed the extendable metal baton you normally carried with you when you were exploring out of Spartan wear. When you turned, it was John you saw. You slowly lowered your guard and retracted the baton then slipped it into its spot at the back of your pants.

“Master chief.”

He walked toward you and you couldn’t help but watch the way he walked. In the armor, it was always more accentuated and you assumed it was because of the bulkiness of the metal but now it looked about the same which meant this was natural. Your belly fluttered and just like that you were full-on checking him out and just like that your body’s call started with a hum. You registered him standing in front of you late but when you did you noticed he was closer than usual and there was distress in his eyes. They looked chaotic as if they were seeing everything at once—unable to focus.

“Are you all right?”

Another ship hovered just behind you and that was where his eyes went. He walked close to the glass and peered out. He looked like he was trying to gauge if there was an imminent threat.

“Master chief!?”

He spun to you then looked you up and down with hard eyes. Slowly, you approached him. You didn’t stop until you were inches from him. You opened your mouth to speak but his voice beat yours.

“Say my name.”

Confusion settled in, “You—your name? Um—master chief.”

His jaw clenched and he took a step toward you leaving now just centimeters.

“Not that name.”

His voice was low, gruff. Your throat tightened and you gulped.

“J—j—John.”

It was a whisper, it was all you could muster. Once you said it you saw something behind his eyes, something that echoed life. He didn’t look dormant like there was a veil just over his eyes. The veil was gone. A spark zapped down your spine bringing you to full alertness. You opened your mouth to speak but again he beat you to it.

“I like the way you moan my name.”

His voice was low, charged, and raw. All of a sudden your throat went completely dry and tight. What the hell did you say to that? His eyes were glued to your mouth and the longer they were the more tempted you were to dart your tongue across your lips. Fighting the urge, you bit the inside of your bottom lip instead.

“M—mast—master chief,” you whispered taking a step back.

It was a step he mimicked closing in on you. Every step backward you took he countered with one forward. Soon you’d made it across to the other side and your back was against the opaque glass. He stood before you, staring down as if you were his prey. The way he looked at you brought you back to your night together and a familiar fire-filled your belly. It took a few moments to recall that you hadn't seen this look since that night. The look in his eyes since was devoid of emotion, desire and fire. Something was different.

John brought his hand up to cage you in but before he could box you in, you ducked underneath one of his large arms and slid to the side.

“What’s happened?”

“When did you take it out?”

Base level understanding hit you and your belly fluttered, “What?”

“When did you take it out? Why?”

Your mind went back to Miranda’s messages. You finally understood. She’d told him.

You cocked your head to the side and assessed how you wanted to approach this. Why would she tell him? You knew she wouldn’t have willingly told him unless it was necessary.

“When did I take what out?”

John just stared at you and waited. You hated when he did this. He was using the sheer power of his authoritative presence. Your stubbornness wouldn’t submit. He may be an alpha but you were not a beta. However, there was something in you that wanted to submit, wanted to burrow under his arm right at his side but not in a form of surrender, you wanted it to be mutual submission. You took another step back worrying that you were seconds from succumbing to that authority he was exerting.

“Was it out that night? On the mission? Was it out the time we sparred in the ring?”

There was no mistaking what he meant. You still wanted him to say the words, so you bit your tongue.

“I know about the pellet.”

You tried to keep any reaction out of your face.

“I know about your pellet, mine, Riz, Kai, Vannick. I know you took yours out. I know everything.”

Hearing those words should have felt like a weight being lifted off of you. It should have felt like a relief that you didn’t have to pretend like you didn’t know something that no one else did. You should have felt calm, but you didn’t. You felt the opposite. There was no steadiness of your heartbeat or stillness in your gut. All that you were met with were racing thoughts, erratic pulse and breathing, and a flurry of flutters in your stomach. You clenched your fists to keep your hands from shaking and steeled your back to keep the visibility of your distress out of your posture but knowing John’s assessment and observation skills you knew he’d clocked each and every tell.

“Y/N.”

It was said on a whisper, a vulnerable, pleading whisper. The hardness in his eyes was gone, as was the clench in his jaw and even the tension in his shoulders. He looked—human. That was the component that made you take a step toward him. With your step forward he took one in turn.

“When?”

“Tonight. Everything is different. Everything is so much—more,” he rushed out with an amazed look on his face.

You remembered what he was feeling right now. You remembered the wonderment you felt, the awe of it all. He was right everything had felt different, everything had felt like so much more than before. That relatability is what probably made you reach your hand out for his. It was bold considering the words he’d said to you that still echoed in the far recesses of your mind. John looked down at your slowly extending hand and reached for yours in turn. When your fingertips finally touched, you both took a deep breath. He slowly grazed his roughened fingertips against yours then further along your fingers.

“Feels---so much—

“Better,” you both finished in unison.

Your eyes met and that zing connection feeling overtook you but it was John who closed the space between you and gripped your hip in his large hand. Gasping, you angled back to look into his eyes, pressing your lower half against him in the process.

“What is this, Y/N?”

His lips were right at your jaw and his breath tickled the skin of your neck you were realizing was a sensitive spot for you. Instantly you wanted his lips there.

“What is this called? Why does my body want to be against yours? Why do my hands itch to touch your skin? Why does my heart pound so vigorously when I look at you or think of you? Why do I ache—here?”

He pressed his groin into you nudging you with his hardness. You groaned and brought your hand to hook at his neck.

“Do you—do you feel—this?”

You didn’t think it was possible for his voice to be deeper than it already was but the deep yearning you heard mixed with the innocence made it sound even deeper.

“Do you feel, Y/N?”

You felt it all right. Whatever he was newly feeling you’d felt tenfold for months. You remembered the intensity of everything fresh off the pellet. It was like every single sensation took you at once. That was what made it harder to pretend around him and Halsey. At the thought of Halsey, it felt like you’d dipped your foot into the cryo pool that was used for rapid recovery.

That shell shock cold brought you back to reality giving you a sliver of strength to break through the hazy forcefield if desire that engulfed you. You tore yourself from him and practically leaped backward. The confusion on John’s face was unmistakable, as was the look of hurt. Hurt? You nearly took a step to him stopped when you heard the sound of another ship either entering air space or leaving it. You were exposed—gravely so.

If Halsey was so inclined she could have been watching from any of the planet’s cameras. She could be watching and listening right now. Biting your bottom lip, you did your best to regain your composure.

“117, the rendezvous point is compromised.”

You watched his brow crook with confusion then he turned his head skyward to see the openness of your meeting. John then looked around you surveilling the perimeter and you saw the minute understanding fell over him. He straightened, squaring his shoulders, and was once again the imposing authoritative figure of the UNSC. Your eyes met but neither of you spoke. After a few seconds, you were the one to walk off first.

There was only one place you knew that was completely secure.

One place where you both could be completely free.

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Title: HALO: A MasterChief Collection: Truth Be Told {5}

Master Chief Pablo x Sergeant Reader

Warning: Plot

Words: 2.6k

Summary: You are part of the mighty SPARTANS as sergeant and a pretty badass addition to the team at that. One’s body never lies. Master chief John-117 is about to find the truths hidden within his.

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-Master Chief-

“Why did you come to me and not go to Halsey?”

He glanced at her standing there with the tablet in her hands scrolling through his scan results. Right now, her finger was hovered in air waiting for his reply. Swinging his legs over to rest on the floor be sighed.

“You know why.”

“I know nothing, John. For years I’ve watched as you and her relied on each other. I’ve watched as you confided and trusted in her and now seemingly out the blue here you are in my lab asking me to run every test and scan imaginable for reasons you still haven’t disclosed.”

Again, he sighed, then rubbed the back of his neck. Even now he still felt off. For months he hadn’t been able to put his finger on why. He was intelligent enough to know things were different. He felt different—off.

“I can’t help if I don’t know what I’m doing, John.”

He assessed her wondering if she could be trusted. Was she like her mother? Was this a mistake? He heard the ring on her communicator go off and when she pulled it from her back pocket he saw your picture. Instead of answering she exited out of the call and placed the device back in her pocket. He’d taken notice for weeks how often he’d seen you together.

“I didn’t know you and 144 were close?”

Miranda cocked her head to the side and took him in.

“Who said we were? How close can you get to a Spartan? Aren’t you genetically and systematically made to avoid getting close to anyone?”

He picked up the hint of sarcasm in her voice, but through her sarcasm she was being honest.

“If you aren’t close then why is she calling? Why go to a night club together? I’m sure if Halsey found out she wouldn’t like it.”

“Of course she wouldn’t. She likes to keep her toys away from me. Are you threatening me, John?”

He took a deep breath then sighed. “No. I’m not.”

“Good, because I’m sure this would end worse for you than me. I already have her disapproval and desertion,” Miranda added before going back to the tablet.

“So—tell me why you’re here. The scans look normal.”

“I feel off.”

“Off how? Sick, injured?”

“No, just—not like myself or the myself I’ve always felt like.”

Miranda’s eyebrow was cocked. “What’s different? Are you having erratic thoughts, pain, organ failure, or problems with your eyes, headaches?”

“Miranda slow down, no. None of those,” he clarified.

He was getting frustrated. It wasn’t frustration at her, it was with the situation. He didn’t know how to explain this.

“Why don’t you go down a list and tell me what feels different.”

He took a few moments to gather his thoughts and your face flashed across his mind only it was in an inappropriate context. Your legs were wrapped around his waist and your face inches from his in his quarters. It was the latest dream he’d had.

“I have dreams.”

“Dreams? Do—do you normally have dreams?”

“Never.”

Miranda sat up straighter and looked more intently at him.

“What kind of dreams?”

Closing his eyes he looked away. He couldn’t tell her the dreams.

“John?”

“Before I could easily focus, easily keep mission goals in mind and remain objective. Always, without fail. Now—my objectivity is gone.”

“Is it gone over everything or on select things? For instance, if the mission goal was to acquire an object at all costs before you would take any target out to complete the mission, now you go about the mission but aren’t able to complete it at all costs, you try to preserve life or go through a way to avoid civilians when the direct route is faster. Is that the objectivity you’re talking about?”

What she was referring to was mission logic. In his directives, human life was always to be respected. They weren’t the enemy. He’d experienced a slight difference there but that wasn’t the objectivity he was referring to. He couldn’t remain objective when it came to you. It had slowly been happening, but he’d reached the height of no objectivity on the last mission with you--the mission it had all come to head in one of the recovery rooms.

“Okay let’s try something. Come with me,” Miranda said standing and walking toward a second room.

He followed and when he walked into the room, he saw tens of electrodes hanging from the ceiling.

“I’m going to hook you up to these and I’m going to say a serious of words and sentences and monitor the change in your brain. This will tell me if there is something abnormal happening according to all the Spartan data I’ve looked over.

“Okay.”

She hooked him up then walked to the other side of the room where the console stood. He took several breaths and tried to calm himself.

“How you doing?”

“Fine.”

“Okay, we’re going to start. Tell me about the last time you lost objectivity.”

“The day of the Spartan Games,” he quickly replied.

“Was it during the games or after?”

“Both.”

“Halsey.”

It was just a word for reaction. He watched Miranda closely but her features betrayed nothing.

“Sangheili.”

“The Covenant. Riz. Kai. Vannick. Captain Keyes. The artifact. Y/N.”

He felt the reaction within him, he didn’t have to see the consol. Miranda looked up with wide eyes. He did his best to reign in his rapidly firing emotions and thoughts.

“Woah, woah. John, you lit up like the lights in slip space. What happened?”

He didn’t reply.

“Y/N.”

Again, his body betrayed him. Miranda slowly came closer the tablet in her hands again.

“Every lobe in your brain is responding even lobes that—shouldn’t be. This is odd. According to the data all Spartans have no connection the left hemisphere of the temporal lobe. Yours is live and very engaged. It shouldn’t be. John.”

She said his name as if she’d discovered something.

“What is it?”

Quickly she walked to the wall and took a handheld scanner and approached him. She walked around his figure waving the scanner up and down. Then she walked out into the room they’d just walked out of leaving him attached and waiting.

“Detach and come in here John. I need you on this table.”

After pulling the electrodes off his body he walked into the exam room again and saw Mirannda standing beside it with the scanner in hand.

“What are you going to do with that?”

She hesitated. “Trust me, John.”

He nodded, approached and sat on the table.

“Lie down on your stomach.”

Obeying he lied down and waited. He felt her lift his shirt just a few inches then heard the whirring of the scanner.

“Interesting,” she said.

“What?”

“Your pellet it’s—malfunctioned.”

“My what?”

Miranda didn’t speak for several long moments.

“Okay. This may come as a bit of a shock. There is a—device, a small pellet that is lodged at the base of your spine.”

“What? No. How did it get there?”

Miranda paused again. his annoyance shot through the roof and he quickly sat up and looked at her.

“How?”

“It was implanted into all the Spartans as children. It was part of the augmentations.”

His head spun then went back to Soren’s words on after their coincidental run in months ago.

“That pellet in your back does way more damage than you think. Take it out and you’ll be surprised how much clearer the galaxy looks, how much more you are capable of.”

There was this feeling of intense heat that made him want to punch a wall again. It was a feeling he’d experienced several times since his conversation with Soren. It dawned on him then what Miranda’s words meant in connection to this pellet and Soren’s advice.

“What does it do?”

Miranda’s eyes shifted then her head dipped.

“Dr. Keyes,” he said as softly as possible.

“From what I know it controls you, or keeps you controllable. It blocks receptors and terminates impulses and feelings, sensations, drives. It’s meant to make sure you don’t feel.”

“What? Why?”

“Think about it. As humans we experience the world throughout feelings and emotions. If you cut those out then you are easier to be controlled, easier to give up control to others. It makes sense if you’re creating weapons to have a way to control them or in Halsey’s thinking keep them regulated. Emotions complicate things especially when you’re razing planets and species.”

Her words were bluntly spoken. There was no censoring or sugar coating. When she realized what she’d said she opened her mouth to try and smooth it over.

“Did you know?”

“None of this information was given to me. You know she keeps me locked out.”

“So how did you find out?”

Again, she averted her eyes.

“Did you hack into her research?”

Miranda put the scanner down and sighed. “And the data files and asked questions then put two and two together. Oh and Y/N helped a lot.”

“Y/N?”

She closed her eyes, frustration on her features. She said something she shouldn’t have.

“Tell me.”

She didn’t speak.

“All Spartans—does she have one of these pellets?”

Miranda didn’t speak at once, she looked conflicted as if she didn’t want to betray you.

“Tell me!”

She jumped and he groaned feeling an odd emotion, one he couldn’t place, but he felt like he’d done something he shouldn’t have something he had no right to do.

“Please,” he softened.

The expression on her face said it had worked. “Not anymore. She took it out months ago.”

He couldn’t believe his ears, but he knew he hadn’t misheard. His brain went over every detail of the last few months ago.

“She came to me and showed me the pellet. I’ve been running tests to better understand just what Halsey is doing. Without her pellet I wouldn’t have gotten this far. That’s how I know yours is malfunctioned.”

“How did she know?”

Miranda looked away and he knew she wasn’t going to give him that information. He clenched his jaw and thought for a few moments.

“Take mine out.”

“What!”

“Take it out. thanks to Y/N we know it can be taken out without problems. Take mine out.”

“John I don’t know if there are any adverse side effects. Even with the way Y/N took hers out I don’t know--.”

“I don’t care. If it’s malfunctioned it serves no purpose.”

“John, if you take this out there will be nothing--.”

“Controlling me.”

“Regulating your emotions and feelings, suppressing your body’s urges and drives. Everything changes. Yeah, it was malfunctioning this whole time, you were probably experiencing small and mild bouts of this but not on a grand scale. Ask Y/N, life without this has not been easy for her. The adjustment and learning curve is steep.”

He wanted to know everything, but he couldn’t do that without being on a equal playing field.

“Dr. Keyes,” he began.

“Plus what if Halsey finds out?”

“She hasn’t found out about Y/N.”

He knew his logic was shit but he didn’t care.

“Either you take it out or I’ll do it myself.”

She looked helpless for a few moments then sighed. “Fine.”

He sat there as Dr. Keyes gathered the instruments she’d need. His thoughts raced, never resting on one thing for too long. He’d been controlled this whole time. He’d thought that he and Halsey had a cooperative relationship all these years. Now he was thinking about every conversation they’d had. Then he thought about you and your behavior for the last few months. You’d gotten mouthier, more reckless, taken more risks, made more questionable decisions. He thought back to the Spartan Games when you’d hugged the ropes and slid down. logic should have told you it was a bad idea, but you still did it. Was your behavior due to you not having a pellet?

“How close can you get to a Spartan? Aren’t you genetically and systematically made to avoid getting close to anyone?”

Dr. Keyes’ words from earlier rung in his head then that night with you.

“Ready?”

“Without a pellet, what’s different?”

“Thoughts, feelings and emotions become less structured. You experience feelings, and emotions. Your body’s normal impulses and drives return and probably heighten from inexperience. Control will be harder but that might present different for a normal man and not--you. That could have a negative or positive impact on mission objectivity,” she warned.

He hadn’t had mission objectivity before. Lying back on the table he waited for her to begin.

“Do you want me to numb you?”

“No.”

“Show off,” Miranda muttered. He heard it but his thoughts were occupied with much more.

He felt the scalpel slice just at his tailbone to the left, but it was bearable. Definitely not the worst pain he’d felt—not by a long shot. The pressure increased and he felt her fishing around underneath his flesh. It started off mild until it was more forceful. After almost a minute all sensations went away.

“Got it.”

He began sitting up but Miranda pushed him down.

“Let me close you up.”

He wanted to tell her he’d be healed in a day or two and this was pointless but he kept quiet. After a quick spray to his skin to seal off the wound, he sat up and looked at the metallic pellet inside the small surgical dish on side table.

“It looks different from Y/N’s. Hers actually had steady blue lights on it, yours—flickers blue and red.

“Maybe mine is different for a reason?”

Miranda stood and walked out of the lab completely. He quickly followed behind her to an office. He watched as she placed the item in an observation pod then she sat before a console. Miranda tapped on the holographic keys and a minute or so later her screen zoomed by with codes of information. She pulled up her tablet and opened a file and scanned along with the new codes.

“It’s one hundred percent identical. There is nothing different about yours.”

She scrunched closer and paused the codes then scrolled through her tablet. “Ha, the difference is yours is malfunctioned. Something has damaged it. I don’t know…the artifact. Maybe when you touched it the first time it rewired things. How long have you felt off? Is this off feeling you having feelings? Anger, rage, happiness?”

“Somewhat, he slowly began. “It’s been months. It’s possible.”

“This probably hasn’t been working properly this whole time. Have you done anything within the last few months that you’d never done let’s say a year ago?”

He dropped his head and averted his eyes.

“What happened?”

“Nothing.”

She didn’t ask again but he could tell she knew he was lying.

“It looks like the first malfunction alert was a few months ago. If you’ve been experiencing out of the normal thoughts, feelings then looks like we have found the culprit.”

There were so many questions he had, but he realized the one he wanted to ask them to was you. Without another word, he turned and walked off.

“That’s it? Hey, wait—fine. You’re welcome!”

Ignoring her words, he looked into his communicator and found your location. You were at base. From your location in the base it was likely you were either sparring or training. Quickly he sent a message to you on the communicator.

Sky tower, 2100.

He knew you’d understand. he’d found you there a few times. Your excuse was you wanted to watch the lights. He found it odd the first time but now he understood. You were seeing the world. When he walked outside his intention was to find you, but that same world caught his eye, and everything was different. He’d seen it all before but now it felt as if he’d never seen any of this. He smelled things he hadn’t before, seen colors he hadn’t, details. He could even pick up on different fluctuations in voices. When he heard a laugh, he stopped in his tracks and gawked. He’d never laughed. He had smiled thought—with you.

Instead of going right the direction of sky tower he went left. He wanted to explore.

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Sleepsong

So, this is it, the intro chapter of my latest project. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters.

Summary:

Maeve has been plagued by strange dreams. Dreams about a legendary warrior, a king, a god. Confronting her mother Clìodhna about them, she learns more about her own heritage and past than she bargained for.

Maeve - Name of the warrior queen of Connacht Clìodhna (clee-oh-na) - Maeve's mother, name of the Irish goddess of love or the queen of the banshees, depending on what myths are used as reference.

"Mo croì." He whispered, his fingers brushing over her cheeks. "My Moon."

Sighing, she leaned into his touch, feeling the rough patches on her skin. His green eyes glinted from the burning fire, specs of gold reflected in them. Red hair gleaming like the morning sun as she weaved her fingers in the loose braids. Maeve looked up at the man, ready to pledge herself to him. And then with the blink of an eye, he was gone, only a breath on the wind, a shadow in the darkness.

"Find me, mo croì, you need to find me." His broken whisper caressed her skin and she shivered from the cold touch. "Help me remember."

A gust of wind rushed through the trees, plunging the clearing into darkness as the fire was blown out. Ragged breaths, her own, were the only sounds she heard through the roaring of her blood in her ears, trying to make sense of what was happening. Maeve had no recollection of where she was or how she ended up there. Squinting in the darkness she turned in a circle, hoping to find something to tell her where to go, where to find him.

Then there was a small light in the distance, a glimmer like fireflies blinking in the darkness. She moved forward, one foot after the other, yet whenever she got closer to the light, it moved further away.

"How can I find you, if I don't know where to look?" Her question echoed in the trees. The hope of finding an answer diminished like the light she saw in the distance.

Was this really just a dream? Parts had felt so real, like she had lived it before. Yet others didn't make any sense to her at all.

With a gasp she opened her eyes, blinking against the glaring morning light that flitted in through the gap in the curtains. Another one of those dreams. Maeve really needed to talk to her mother and ask her about it.

This hadn't been the only one she had, ever since she had moved to Chicago the strange dreams had started. At first she only heard a voice calling for her, words she didn't understand but felt in her heart they were meant for her. Then slowly there was a person, ginger hair of ten in braids with spikes, sometimes loose with a crown at the top of his head. But the eyes, they were the most prominent glinting in the ever recurring firelight. A hazel green like the Emerald Isle filled with its woods and wide grassy plains and with flecks of gold just like the sun.

Taking a deep breath, Maeve stumbled from the warmth of her bed, cursing when her leg was wrapped in the sheets. Clìodhna had always smiled fondly when she listened to her daughter cursing up a storm at her clumsiness, knowing full well the young woman wasn't going to outgrow it in any way. "One day ye'll have somebody to keep an eye on ye so you won't knock into a chair or fall out of yer own bed."

At the time Maeve had told her there would never be a man in her life, wanting to be as emancipated as her own mother had been all her life, working as a couples therapist and having raised her as a single mother.

Mo croì. It sounded familiar, something she didn't just hear in her dreams. Something like it had been a very, very long time ago that a lover had spoken them.

Shaking her head, Maeve pulled the rumpled sheets away from her legs and moved towards the bathroom. There was no use in being late to work again because she was still reeling from that dream, money wasn't going to make itself.

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Win a Blind Date with Who?

So this idea came to me when I was at work and talked about fundraising with a client and I thought: wouldn't it be amazing to win a date with him 🤷🏼‍♀️🤔

So here it is, as it's too long to put in one post, it probably will be Multi-Part, just not sure how long it's gonna be. I'm trying to keep the physical description of my OC to a minimum only having named her. I tried to use the reader POV, but it's been a while since I've done that and it just wouldn't flow as easy for me🙏🏻🤦🏼‍♀️ Let me know what you guys think.

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Celebrity Charity Fundraiser

Win an amazing and exciting date day/night with one of our participating celebrities.

Actor Chris Evans will take you to Disneyland Florida. Enjoy the magical kingdom and go behind the scenes with our own Captain America.

Actor Pablo Schreiber loves to hike and he'd take you on a tour through the mountains, showing you beautiful sights and places to enjoy.

Actress Lily James is going to take you on a tour of her favorite spots in New York and a night out on town. Shopping for the Party and drinks included.

And many more great prizes!

What do you have to do?

Make a donation to our Everyday Hero fund that helps everyone in need, no matter if it's children, adults, refugees, animals or our beloved Mother Earth we'll take care of everyone every day.

Maybe you'll be another one of our Everyday Heroes and win one of the three dates. But don't fret, we've got other exciting prizes, too.

Good luck!

With a sigh she closed the tab on her computer and leaned back in her chair. Kate couldn't believe she just entered that competition for a date with someone she never met or thought she knew before that fundraiser - yes she looked them up and could have slapped herself for forgetting Captain America and Cinderella, but the guy from American Gods was something else, not having heard about him until now - and they didn’t even know she existed on planet earth themself. It was dumb and luck probably wasn't on her side but at least she'd done something good for those that needed it. The winning letter wouldn't be hers, so she didn't bother with keeping tabs on it.

Kate had to be real, daydreaming was only getting you so far and it wasn't going to pay your bills or put food on the table. Besides, none of those celebrities were going to be best buddies with those that won, there’d be pictures and trading some stories, maybe autographs but nothing else.

Two weeks later, she got home late from another twelve hour shift at the beautician she worked at. She really loved her job, but having to be the one working more than even her boss was getting tiring rather quickly. Opening the door to her parents house, Kate held the pile of mail in her hands, cursing when some slid to the floor. It was just the tip of the iceberg after the day she had had dealing with troublesome clients and a boss in her mid-life-crisis.

Putting her bag on the low shelf in the hallway, Kate grabbed the envelopes and flipped through them. Most were marketing ads or bills, but one was different. It was the same return address as the agency she sent her donation to. Probably just a 'thank you for your donation’ card.

Shrugging, she ripped it open and pulled out the aforementioned card, chuckling at herself for knowing the hope that had started to bloom in her chest was just as dumb as thinking her boss was going to change her ways of treating her workers. But just as she was about to throw the envelope away along with the card, she saw a larger piece of paper, a hand written note.

Dear Kate,

first of all, thank you for participating and donating to Everyday Heroes, anybody can help change somebody's life every day. Secondly, congratulations on winning a hiking date with American Gods' star Pablo Schreiber. We're happy to announce that the actor himself pulled you from the tub of those in the pool. More information will be sent to you shortly by his management team.

Again thank you for your donation and congratulations on your win.

Greetings

Laura from Everyday Heroes

"Holy shit," she mumbled, sitting down on the small stool in her hallway. Kate couldn't believe it and thought that maybe they had the wrong person but the address was clearly hers and there was her name on the letter.

"Hun, what's going on?" Her aunt Beatrice who she lived with came around the corner from the kitchen, concerned with her niece’s behavior. “Did something happen at work?”

Looking up at the older woman, Kate frowned, shaking her head and wordlessly handing over the letter she received. She took it and glanced at her niece, her eyebrows raised in question. "This is not some fake organization you donated money to, like the thing they warn you on TV about?"

"I have no idea, it seemed legit and I looked up the information so I guess it's a real organization." She shrugged her shoulders and got up, heading for the kitchen to grab a drink - maybe she'd enjoy a glass of wine, just to get her brain in order again.

Beatrice followed her, watching her dazed niece work on autopilot. "So, do you plan to cash it in? I mean this is a once in a lifetime opportunity. Have you looked him up? I bet he's hot like all of those American actors."

"Bea," she groaned, putting the glass down on the counter so she wouldn't mess up the clean kitchen, something she had learned to avoid at all cost.

"Kate," her aunt mimicked, stopping next to the younger woman. "I might be twenty years older than you but I can still appreciate a good looking citizen of the male population and I bet you, he'll be very good looking otherwise he wouldn't do that. Females respond better to the good looking ones."

"Stop it, I bet this actor got better things to do than take me on a walk around the mountains. Besides, you know I hate heights, so it's going to be a short lived date and the pandemic isn't really helping."

"Kate, you won this thing, just be happy and take what you get." Bea told her, grabbing the glass of wine her niece prepared and left her standing in the kitchen, snickering as she listened to her grumbling. Oh how she loved that girl. "You'll thank me later on your wedding day."

She followed the older woman, glaring at her. "You're just like mum. Dating doesn't really work that well if you're working twelve hours every day with no real time off and private life. Also have you heard from other women dating while in isolation or lock-down, it's no fun at all."

"Well then, you got the best opportunity to try. Isolation with him might not be so bad." Bea toasted her, smirking as her niece retreated with a huff. Soon life would be different for Kate, she could feel it.

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penwieldingdreamer · 2 years

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Something Just Like This - A Pablo Schreiber Imagine

So, I jumped onto the Pablo Schreiber train and I’m not sad about having found him. Here’s a smalllish drabble for you, maybe I’ll do some more and this will be kind of a series, not sure yet. Let me know what you think.

Summary: Liv needs a fake boyfriend as her date to her sister's wedding. A friend suggests the brother of her boyfriend. The results? Chaos and feelings.

CW: fluff, a few cursewords, but nothing too bad

"I need your help!" Olivia's desperate voice reached Susan once she answered the phone.

"And hello to you, too. Oh thank you, I'm doing fine, and you?"

Letting out a soft sigh, the younger woman sat down on her couch watching the rain drops make their way down the floor length windows of her apartment. "I'm sorry Sue, I hope you're doing okay, but I really need your help."

"Fine, you sound like you need it. Now what's going on?" Susan was a high school teacher and ironically she was happy to get the much needed distraction from grading papers.

"You remember my sister's wedding coming up?”

The teacher thought back to their conversations over the last month. So many topics had come up: Liv being single for too long, her boss keeping her overtime, her sister Brigid’s wedding. “Yeah, what do you need?”

"I need a date." She sighed and Susan could already picture her friend exasperated look. "But not just any date, I told Brigid that I was bringing my boyfriend. That we've been together for a while but I wanted to see where it was going."

Leaning back in her chair the teacher smiled. "I think I know someone that can help you."

"Will, come on." The tall man called as they walked into the crowded bar. "What are we doing here? You know I wanted to relax a bit."

"You don't want to spend time with your family?" His older brother Liev asked with a bemused smile on his lips.

Rolling his eyes, Pablo took a seat at the corner booth. "Of course I'm happy to see you guys, just not when you're keeping secrets."

"Right, remember that cookout a few months ago?" Seeing his brother nod, Liev continued while Will grabbed beers for them. "Olivia, Susan's friend was there, too, which is why we're here tonight."

After a few seconds of silence, Pablo regarded his older brother. He remembered the younger woman that mostly kept to herself or only shortly talked to Liev or his new girlfriend. She seemed shy, but when he saw her laugh it was an honest one, not those Hollywood ladies that usually hid behind their facades.

Their younger brother returned with three beers and the tall actor couldn't help but wonder what their meeting had to do with Liev's girlfriend's friend.

"So, are you going to tell me what Olivia has to do with our night out?"

The eldest of the Schreiber brothers leaned back in his seat. "Susan called me last night. Olivia needs a date for her sister's wedding, but"

"But?"

Shaking his head, Will grinned at his brother. "She told her sister she had a boyfriend for a while but never told anyone and you being an actor and single right now would be perfect."

"Will!"

Snorting, Pablo rubbed his forehead. Only his brothers would think like that. "Honestly? Right now I'm quite happy being single. And I'm sure there's other guys out there to serve as a wedding date."

"Sure but none of them could act as well as you." A hand moved over his shoulder and the tall actor nearly jumped from the booth.

Susan had joined their merry round, Olivia slightly keeping her distance. When she had called her friend she thought she'd come up with one of her many cousins, not her boyfriend's actor brother.

Pablo turned toward her, giving her a tight smile, not sure if he should be angry with her or laugh at the situation.

"Come on guys, let's give these two some space so they can talk about this situation. Maybe your brother won't do it at all." Shrugging, the teacher led Liev and Will away from the booth and moved toward the bar.

Liv bit her lip, not sure if he even wanted to talk to her, but she needed to get it off her chest. "I, uhm, I'm really sorry about this. I thought she was going to send over one of her many cousins."

"All right, sit down or everyone might think we've got some beef to settle."

Chuckling, the younger brunette sat down on the chair across from him. "Thank you."

Pablo couldn't help but watch her, noticing how her hazel eyes brightened when she smiled. If circumstances were different and it would have been a real date, he might have looked forward to this. "Right, you think you can be enough of an actress to get this show on the road?"

"I mean, you're the actor so I think you can give me some pointers." Liv grinned at him and he let out a chuckle, shaking his head at her.

Maybe they would get along well enough.

"Okay, remember my sister's husband to be is Michael, he's from Ireland, my mom's from Germany, my dad's"

"Your dad's from Toronto." He stopped her rambling as they drove along the roads to the mansion where Brigid's wedding would take place. "You forget I'm an actor, I can memorize my lines and what I need to know."

Taking a deep breath, Liv leaned back in the comfortable seat of the rented SUV. "I'm sorry, I'm just nervous. What if my mom and sister see through this act?"

"They won't." Pablo reached over and linked their fingers.

Over the last few weeks leading up to the wedding they had met up on free weekends to get their story straight, working out how they met and keeping it as close to the truth as possible. She had gotten to know his kids on one occasion when they were running late and he wanted to tell them good night.

They were wonderful kids and she wondered how hard it must be for him to only have his weekends with them and now having to be there with her.

"You good?" He had watched her closely, Liv's free hand playing with a loose thread of the hole in her jeans. It was a nervous tick she had, something that might get them in trouble if they'd have to lie.

Slightly nodding her head, she turned back to look at Pablo, his beard longer again with his shorter hair. Liv had been watching some of his movies and shows, sometimes with him to comment along or by herself, but the more works she saw the more she was in awe of his talent to go from psychopath to loveable leprechaun.

If they weren't fake dating she could have imagined this being a wonderful relationship. When they wouldn't stay in for a movie on the weekend, Pablo had suggested they meet up at the pub they talked at for the first time. During the week he'd call or text and she couldn't help the small smile that made its way on her lips reading them.

"I'm good, thanks." She gave his fingers a tight squeeze, before she let go of his hand, still in awe at the obvious size difference with Liv standing at 5'5" and the actor towering over her with a whole foot more at 6'5".

If things had been different, maybe this could have been real. But again, he'd probably wouldn't have thought twice about her, being a big shot actor in Hollywood.

She was a former art student, trying to sell her creations and make good money, but so far only working at the grocery store full time was keeping her fed and a roof over her head. There was no glitz or glamor in her life and probably wouldn't be for a while. Apart from the few times Pablo had stayed at her place to get all details right and ease into the situation of maybe having to kiss in front of her family, nothing screamed glamor.

No outing on the red carpet or getting invited to a vernissage, there was only her mix and match apartment with no one to kiss her hello or good night.

With a sigh she turned to look out the window, the Wainwright House looming up ahead. Her stomach churned as she thought about meeting the rest of her large family, especially Kelly Grace, one of their many cousins.

"We're here." His voice pulled her out of her thoughts. Liv blinked at him and the actor couldn't help but smile at her confused look. Whenever they had met up he could easily read her feelings in her expressions. She was like an open book - not that he minded - he missed being able to see the real person that stood or sat across from him, often enough the people he encountered were hiding their true self only their eyes sometimes gave them away. "You ready to face the beasts?"

Taking the seat belt off, the brunette nodded her head and got out of the SUV. She grabbed her overnight bag and the clothing bag that held her outfits for the rehearsal dinner and the wedding itself and joined Pablo again, linking her fingers with his. Even though they weren't a real couple, Olivia was glad to not have to do this on her own.

"Oh, Livvy darling. Finally you're here, we missed you so much." Her mother gushed when they walked closer to the throng of people attending the wedding festivities. Putting on a brave smile, she moved into her mother's embrace, only briefly letting go of Pablo's hand. "And you must be Pablo, it's so wonderful to finally meet you. My daughter hasn't been really forthcoming with information about you."

The actor grinned at the smaller, blonde woman. She was the same height as Olivia and even though her features could be described as hard, her eyes and smile were as warm as the sun that day. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Sanders. Liv's been talking a lot about you guys and how happy she is for her sister." Looking down at the brunette he put his arm around her shoulder, drawing her closer to his side.

"I'm sorry mom, it's just, our relationship was still fresh and well, I didn't want to ruin it by introducing him to our chaotic family. This weekend's enough of that as it is."

Betty Sanders regarded her daughter with a soft smile. She had never seen that glow in her face before, not even when she got accepted to study art at Parsons. It was a huge step and both her husband and she weren't too sure if it was a good idea, knowing that artists that just started out would be having a hard time to make money, but they wanted Olivia to be happy and that was worth more than making her work as a lawyer or in an office.

"Well, just get yourself settled and then we can introduce Pablo to everyone at the rehearsal." She gave them the key to their room and greeted the other guests that were arriving as well

Nodding their heads, the two of them made their way inside the large house. "We'll get this show on the road and after tomorrow all will be fine again, okay?"

"I hope so." A quiet sigh left her lips, her insides clenching even more. All she could hope for was that the wedding would go off without a hitch.

Taking a deep breath, Liv opened the door of the en-suite bathroom and stepped out into the bedroom. Pablo was already dressed in a dark blue suit and a burgundy dress shirt.

If they had been a real couple she probably would have jumped his bones, never minding being late to the rehearsal dinner. But as they were in a fake relationship, the brunette stopped herself from giving in to temptation. She needed a clear head to get this show on the road.

Clearing her throat she called for his attention, watching the smile form on his lips. "You look great."

"You think so?" Unconsciously she smoothed out the non existent wrinkles in her floral jumpsuit. "You're not too bad yourself."

He nodded his head, before holding out his arm for her to take. Together they made their way through the house and outside towards the waterside where Brigid and Michael would exchange their vows. It was a beautiful sight and reminded him a bit of home, definitely different from Los Angeles. The large tent for the festivities after the ceremony was already put up and the furniture stood in place.

"Liv! Oh my god, look at you." A tall blonde raced toward them and from the pictures Olivia had shown him he knew that this had to be Brigid. "Oh and this must be your Prince Charming?"

Smiling at her sister, the brunette nodded her head, placing a kiss on her cheek before she moved back to Pablo's side. It felt natural and yet both of them knew that after this weekend they'd walk different paths again.

"It's nice to meet you, Brigid and congratulations." He copied Olivia and kissed her cheek, too, catching the eye of another woman over the blonde's shoulder. Not giving it any thought, he put his arm back around the smaller woman's shoulder and couldn't help but marvel at the right fit. She was the same height as his ex wife and if he was honest with himself he missed having a female that wasn't his family or co-star in his arms.

"Likewise. I'm glad Livvy found you, she needs someone like you in her life, someone that really loves her. Now, let's get this rehearsal out of the way so we can eat. I'm starving and if we don't hurry up there won't be enough for you guys left." Brigid joked, moving between Pablo and her sister and linking their arms together, leading them towards the chairs at the waterside.

So far everything had gone according to plan. The wedding speaker led the couple through the ceremony and told them when to say their parts. Kelly Grace, Brigid's maid of honor stood next to her, while Michael's brother stood on his side. Now that everyone knew their place and signs when to speak up and when to be quiet. Once that was done, Brigid called for everyone to get to the tent so dinner could start.

Pablo held Liv’s hand, following behind her as they made their way to their seat. The bride and groom’s party was seated at the U-tables while all other guests were at their respective tables in front of them. He saw the name cards next to Olivia’s parents and to be honest he was really happy about that. During the ceremony rehearsal Kelly Grace hadn’t left him out of sight if only for a second, the hair on the back of his neck rising.

“Everything okay, babe? You’ve been staring at the setting cards for a while.” Her thumb lightly brushed over the back of hand.

He shook his head. His free hand reached up to brush back a brown curl that had escaped from her updo. Every fiber in his body told him to just lean down and kiss her, but Pablo wasn’t sure it was the right time. They had gone over every possible scenario just to be prepared and make it as believable as they could. Liv smiled up at him, craning her neck in the process and moving herself closer. It was all he needed, moving his face down to hers.

“Well, hello there.”

Pablo moved back, rolling his eyes at the grating voice of Liv’s cousin. Just when he was acting on the feelings that seemed to have gotten more prominent the longer he was in her presence, this woman came and fucked it up. She was everything he tried to avoid when he was in LA. Fake tan, fake blonde, fake breasts and everything else that could be faked, especially personality.

“Liv, I didn’t think you really made good on that talk about your boyfriend. I’m Kelly by the way.” She held out her hand for him to shake, but it felt more like having to touch a den of snakes.

“Pablo.” he shook her hand reluctantly, pulling back before she could do more than that. His arm instantly moved around Olivia’s waist, telling the bleached blonde he clearly wasn't interested.

Cocking her head to the side, Kelly seemed deep in thought before she shook her head. "I think I know you, I just can't place you. Did we ever have sex?"

"Don't think so." He grumbled, his eyebrows raising at the question.

"Hm, yeah. Definitely wouldn't have forgotten such a fine"

"Kelly! Get here, we need to go over the placements." Michael's brother called her over. With a shrug she left them standing at their designated seats and couldn't hear the sigh of relief that left Pablo's mouth.

He felt a squeeze on his hand that still was linked with Liv's. "She's a lot, huh?"

"That's putting it mildly. How can you be so calm with her like that?"

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, sitting down in her seat, pulling him along to join her. "It's just Kelly, she's a bitch but I don't see her that often."

Shaking his head he watched the bleached blonde flit around with the younger male. She had a cold, calculated demeanor and he instantly knew that they'd have to be careful around her. "Right, you know what I'd want right now?"

"No, but I'm starving, so I guess you are, too."

Pablo grinned broadly, swiftly kissing her cheek before he got up and went to get some food at the buffet. Olivia's eyes followed him across the tent, warmth spreading throughout her body, butterflies fluttering in her belly. They had talked about possible PDA, knowing if they could make it work they'd have to go all the way in. She just hoped it was enough to get through the weekend.

"So, where are you from? The accent's not entirely American." Liv's Dad sat across from them, watching the tall man next to his youngest closely. Both his girls were the apples of his eyes, making sure they were taken care of.

The fork had stopped midway to his mouth and Pablo swallowed the lump in his throat. He knew how dads could be, interrogating the hell out of any potential suitor for their daughters, but at the moment it felt like a firing squad. "I'm Canadian, but sometimes I stay in Los Angeles for work."

"Oh, so you're famous?" Her mother asked with intrigue, leaning over her husband to get closer to Pablo.

Sharing a look with Liv, he only shrugged his shoulders. "I'm in the business, let's leave it at that." He linked his hand with hers and was thankful that Betty and Paul were taking that answer well enough. They continued dinner and talked about how they met at a bar after Pablo's family had asked to go there and Susan and Liv were there coincidentally.

The hour got later and her parents said their 'good-nights' to the couple as well as her sister and husband-to-be. Pablo leaned back in his chair, taking a sip of his beer as his gaze followed Olivia, her hips slightly swaying as she made her way over to Brigid.

The night having to share a bed would be interesting, with the feelings he tried to keep in check over the time they had known each other getting stronger by the minute. Maybe he should sleep on the couch. It would be a tight fit, but at least they wouldn't end up complicating the situation even more.

"Did she leave you all alone?"

Pablo closed his eyes, trying to keep the shiver of disgust at bay as the grating voice of Kelly trying to be sultry sounded in his ears. "I'm a big guy, I can take care of myself."

"Oh, I don't doubt you're big." Her tongue darted out, wetting her lower lip in the process. "I bet you have a lot of stamina, too. All those muscles rippling underneath your skin when you're fucking Livvy. Is she even satisfying you? She doesn't even know how to"

The clearing of a throat behind them stopped her monologue, making the blonde turn towards her cousin. "I think that's enough flirting with my boyfriend for the night."

Rolling her eyes, Kelly got up from her seat beside Pablo. She pulled her short dress down a bit, even though the micro miniskirt wasn't staying put. "Don't be such a little bitch, I was just having a conversation with the man. Was trying to figure out where the hell I knew him from."

"Thanks, but I'd like to spend time with my girl here, she's the only one for me." He held onto Liv's hand and gave it a squeeze making the blonde realize that any conversation was over…for the moment.

She was going to get her hands on him, one way or another. Just like she did before.

The brunette's gaze followed her before she turned back to Pablo, his hand still holding onto hers. "You want to take a walk, you look like you could use some cooling off."

"You think so? You're pretty calm for how much she's been all over me the whole time."

Shaking her head, Liv pulled him out of his seat and down to the waterfront, needing some more privacy for the conversation they would have to have.

"What do you want me to do? Slap her bloated face so those fake lips fall off? We're not real, Pablo." She asked once they reached a small secluded patch overlooking the harbor. Liv couldn't be angry, whyever would she. It wasn't like they were really dating, this was all for show and if he wanted to fuck Kelly in the end it was none of her business.

Pablo stared down at her, his height making her crane her neck to be able to meet his gaze. "I thought we were supposed to be a couple. This play only works if your head is in it, too. I'm an actor, I can put up a facade, but you're not. Even though, a normal reaction would have been that you acted jealous. If a guy had been all over you I probably would have still socked him."

"This would just cause problems. I just want my sister's wedding to go off without a hitch. Kelly always wants to get between every couple, it's been her M.O. ever since" she broke off, turning her gaze toward the tent where her sister laughed with Michael.

Cocking his head to the side, Pablo drew her closer to his body. "What aren't you telling me?"

"Kelly, she"

"Ah see, I knew something was wrong with you. Even a blind mouse could see you guys weren't a couple." The blonde grinned swaggering towards them in her tight pink dress and obnoxious heels.

Closing her eyes, Liv tried to keep a tight grip on her emotions. If Kelly had heard them talking about their fake relationship, she would prance around and tell everyone. "I don't know what you mean, Kelly."

Giggling, she came to a stop in front of Pablo, running her finger over his chest. "Oh, you do, Livvy. I know you, you were jealous because your sister asked me to be her maid of honor, so you asked an actor to play your loving boyfriend to steal the show."

"I'm not jealous, Kelly, least of all of you. You're the one that's jealous, you always have been because if you can't be happy no one else can."

Scoffing, the blonde shook her head and turned to the tall actor. "Is she paying you to play her boyfriend?"

"Shut up Kelly!" There was no way in hell her cousin would make her the bad guy. "You're the one that has an affair with Brigid's fiancé. Me having a fake boyfriend isn't as bad as this."

"What the hell is going on?" Brigid's voice cut through the air as she stormed over.

Kelly quickly moved to her side, linking their arms. "Your sister's relationship is a fake one. She wanted to one up you with her famous actor."

Gaping at the bleached blonde, Liv felt Pablo's hand on her shoulder, giving it a light squeeze and letting her know he was on her side. "She is the one trying to ruin everything. I bet she never told you about the time she had sex with Michael. They're having an affair because she doesn't even want her favorite cousin to be happy."

"Michael, what is she talking about?" Her fiancé had joined them, turning his pleading eyes toward Olivia as her sister pushed Kelly away.

"Babe, it's not what you think." He tried to reason with her, but Brigid pushed him away as he tried to embrace her.

The bleached blonde wasn't much help either as she put her hands around his body. "But Mikey, you said you loved me."

"This…you knew? And you never told me?" The blonde turned to her sister, tears gathering in her eyes as she listened to the sickening coos of Kelly clinging to her fiancé - well, ex fiancé. "I never want to see you again, Michael, and take the trash with you."

Liv bit her lip, anxiety making her insides flutter and even the warmth of Pablo standing behind her wasn't easing the queasiness. "Bri, I'm sorry. I wanted to"

"Shut up! You are my sister, you should have told me the moment you found out. I always knew Kelly was a dumb cow, always trying to steal the good things in our life but I never thought…and you? You lied about your relationship? Tomorrow was supposed to be the best day of my life, but you had to go and ruin it. Just because you're unhappy?"

The words stung and tears had gathered in her eyes the longer her sister's triade went on. She knew Brigid was angry, but never had she been this harsh towards her. Liv took a step forward, hoping to comfort her in any way, but the older sibling would have none of it. She raised her hand, her palm swiftly connecting with her cheek, the slap echoing around the area they stood.

Stunned, both Olivia and Pablo watched the blonde woman leave for the house, sobs following in her wake.

"I think you should leave."

Her words barely registered with him, still in shock from the display that had taken place only a few moments ago. "What? No, I said I would help you and this sounds like there's a lot of help you need."

"Don't you get it? The wedding is called off, Kelly and Brigid know we're faking it, so probably everyone will know in at least an hour. There's no reason to keep up appearances." She told him, her words cold and biting, even though her lips trembled.

If he took the time to really think about it, it was a clear sign that she didn't even mean half the words she spit out, but in the time he got to know Liv he learned that she could be stubborn, trying to be the strong one all the time. "Liv, come on."

"Just go, it's over. I don't need you here anymore." She brushed the tears from her cheeks, wincing when she ran her hand over the red skin her sister left her mark. "You should get to your kids. If you need to pay for gas or a hotel room let me know, I'll pay you back."

She made to leave, but Pablo grabbed her arm, pulling her around so he could look her in the eyes, hoping to find the right answer in the deep pools of her hazel eyes. "Are you out of your fucking mind? I'm not going anywhere until this is out of the way. Today, I-I felt like I could breathe in for the first time in a while. Everything felt natural and you have no idea how much I really wanted to kiss you. Up until now I thought if I acted on my feelings, you might feel it, too. Am I wrong?"

"Y-You need to leave. All of this is a big mess. I need to fix it." Liv pulled her arm out of his grip, leaving the tall man standing by the waterfront.

There was no way in hell he was going to let her go. The things he just told her, about his feelings for her, it was real. Pablo had been thinking back to the weekend they had spent together at her apartment going over family stuff he needed to know. Liv had cooked dinner for them before they settled on the couch and watched some TV. A while later with the end of the movie nearing he felt a weight at his side and turning his head, he could see her leaning into him, a content smile on her lips. This was what he had been looking for for a while, and somehow Liv had found her way into his heart. But now, when he had looked at her, he just saw a wall, something to push everyone away. Either she was a better actress than she let on or she really wasn't feeling anything.

"FUCK!" He ran his hands through his short hair, not knowing if he was trying to wake himself up by harshly pulling at the strands or if he needed to lessen the hurt he felt inside. Either way he needed to clear his head and definitely clear this thing with Liv up as soon as possible.

His phone vibrated in his pants pocket and Pablo let out a groan, annoyed with being held up again. Taking a look at the screen he saw Ricky's name flash in front of his friend's and co-star's picture. "What?"

"Woah, big guy, you okay? Is it a bad time?"

He sighed, knowing his friend didn't deserve his bad mood when someone else was the cause of it. "Nah, I'm sorry, I just need to fix something. What's going on, you guys okay? I thought you were out with Yetide and Bruce?"

"Anything we can help with?" His three co-stars were like family and he knew if he asked them, they'd be over in a second and try to help.

"Just some stuff, I'll get it done. So why are you calling me when you guys should have some fun?"

He could hear some commotion on the other end of the line, probably Bruce or Yetide wanting to talk to him. "Pablo? Hey, bro, you hear me?"

"Yeah, Bruce," he chuckled, knowing his younger co-star and friend was just like the energizer bunny. Always talking and excited. "You gonna tell me what's going on now?"

"When were you going to tell us you've got yourself a little girlfriend? Also why is this person calling you a liar and this woman a dumb bitch? She posted a series of pictures on Instagram."

Taking a deep breath, Pablo couldn't help his teeth grinding together. There was only one person who'd do that and he already had a feeling as to who it was. "Let me ask, the person that posted those, is her name Kelly Grace?"

"Uh, yeah, looks like one of those with the fake hair, lips and bo"

"Bruce!" It suspiciously sounded like Yetide in the back, followed by Ricky admonishing him for his words.

"What? I'm just telling Pablo what I see, and if he's there where that woman is, he's seen her, too, so it's the truth."

Letting out a long sigh, the tall actor made his way to a bench near the waterfront. He needed to sit down when he told his friends about the happenings up until tonight. Bruce, Ricky and Yetide were his extended family in and outside of Hollywood. Pablo talked about Olivia, how she needed a date for the wedding, how he agreed to be her fake boyfriend and how something had changed along the way, ending with the disaster of the night.

"Do you love her, Pablo?" Yetide had taken over the phone, letting the boys listen in on her.

"I think I do, I mean, there's this connection and I think the boys would like her, too. Liv is amazing in her own ways, but the mess that went down tonight, I'm not so sure it's going anywhere."

"You listen to me and you listen closely, Schreiber." It was funny to listen to her, being all business and in her character. "Let her cool down, maybe stay at the manor and talk to her in the morning. Olivia sounds like a woman that wants to show everyone how tough she is, that she can do it on her own but she'll want a shoulder to lean on."

"I wasn't planning on just leaving, besides it's late and the room's already made up." He leaned back on the bench, watching the lights from the harbor glittering on the water. If it wasn't such a tragic ending to a good day, he could have imagined confessing his feelings more romantically. "I'll just try to get her to talk to me."

All of them echoed his plan, trying to help get the social media chaos under control as comments and reblogs had already happened in the last half hour. Hopefully his management wasn't going to kill him for being so careless. The second he met Kelly he knew she was trouble, but he never thought she'd be such a bitch. But then again in modern times nothing was off limits to get people into shitty positions. He ended the call and closed his eyes, listening to the shouting match coming from the foyer of the house. Clearly Michael's family wasn't too happy with the way things went down.

"Mind if I sit down?" The soft voice startled him, nearly causing him to jump off of the bench.

Pablo turned his head and saw Brigid standing there, her eyes even in the darkness red and swollen from the tears she cried. He nodded, scooching over to let her sit. "Are you okay?"

"I guess, I'll be." Brigid sent him a small smile, pulling the cardigan she had donned tighter around her shoulders. "I sent Michael on his way and told Kelly to never show her face again. Mom and dad are trying to talk to Liv, she won't come out of her room."

Nodding his head, Pablo leaned forward on his knees. "You know, your sister never wanted to hurt you. Liv always thought that just being an art student wasn't the same as you being a lawyer. You guys may never have said anything, but she wasn't in a steady relationship and her work didn't pick up, so she tried to at least make it better in the dating department."

"You like her, don't you?" The older sister gave him a soft smile. She had seen the way he looked at Liv, the subtle touches they shared during the dinner. "Kelly ruining relationships isn't something that just happened tonight, she's been that way for a while. Back before she got her nails into Michael, she did the same to one of Livvy's friends. Hannah left town after Kelly ruined her publicly and my sister never trusted our cousin again. She shielded herself, just so there wouldn't be a repeat of this, she never had a boyfriend and when our parents, me, our aunts and uncles nagged her about one because she wasn't getting younger I guess she just felt desperate to please us."

"I do love her, you know?" He answered Brigid's earlier question, still mulling over the fact that Kelly Grace, the bleached blonde with the fake lips and tits was out there ruining everyone's life with her schemes. "I mean, we weren't exactly dating but we met up for drinks whenever my son's were staying with their mom or watched the movies and shows I was part of, so those could count as dates, don't you think?."

Smiling, the blonde leaned back, casually crossing her leg over the other. "So you're really famous? Anything I might know?"

"Uh, Orange is the new Black. American Gods, oh and I was on SVU." He grinned at her, pride coloring his words and somehow it felt like Brigid was doing that so she could approve her sister's choice, even though it was a fake one.

"Those I know. Can't believe Livvy never mentioned it when we watched American Gods." Both let out a chuckle and turned again to look at the lights still glittering at the harbor. Music was carried over from the yacht club a few miles down the road, the only noise in the silence of the night before Brigid let out a soft sigh. "I think we should get some sleep, talk it out tomorrow, huh?"

Pablo followed her example and got up from the bench. "Yeah, I think I'll try to talk to Liv in the morning, maybe she'll tell me the truth about her feelings then before I feel like an idiot for wanting to make her love me."

"Don't give up, she's stubborn as a mule - a German trait apparently, also our mom said it came from dad's side of the family." The joke lightened his heart, the broad grin stretching over his face. "Liv is stubborn, but all she wants is that proverbial shoulder to lean on. I know agencies haven't really lined up to buy her works and that's what's making her miserable, along with being alone. I know my little sister, even if she doesn't talk all that much about her love life or work."

Scratching his nails along his chin, the coarse hairs of his beard tickling his fingers, Pablo matched his stride with the blonde. They reached the veranda of the house with all the lights off, except one. He saw her silhouette in the window, a large, fluffy sweater covering her shoulders as she looked out at the water. There was no way he was going to let her go, one way or another, and he already had a plan.

Taking a deep breath, Pablo knocked on the door to their-to Liv's room. If they couldn't talk tonight, he'd at least want to sleep in a bed or the couch bed.

"Liv, let me in. We need to talk." He leaned against the door, listening to her moving about the room. From the muffled sounds she was pacing, throwing things into her travel bags and mumbling to herself.

When she still wouldn't open, the actor turned the knob and was surprised when she hadn't locked it. He entered the room, fully prepared to duck any flying object that'd come his way. "Liv?"

"I'll call a taxi and get back to New York, no one wants me here anyway." She sniffled, grabbing her cosmetics bag, stuffing it on top of the overnight one she took with her.

Pablo let out a sigh, taking off his suit jacket. He followed her back to the en suite bathroom, stopping in the doorway to keep her there. She was running from everything, not just her family. "Stop running, Liv. They don't hate you. Your sister was shocked and angry, but she still loves you. Your parents love you, no matter what."

"You say that now, but she's going to resent me. Brigid is going to see it in the end and just"

"Shut up and listen!" He snapped louder than he intended, but still pulled her close, his head dipping down to kiss her. Liv let out a squeak, her eyes widening as she felt his lips on hers, his beard tickling her skin.

Her brain told her to push him away, to keep her distance because she couldn't be happy, couldn't make Pablo happy. Yet her heart repeated his words - shut up!

Closing her eyes, Liv leaned into him, her hands fisting the material of his dress shirt. Pablo buried his fingers in her hair, the updo already undone and her waves a mess from running her hands through it. This was pure bliss, everything around them far away from the little bubble they were in.

Soon air became an issue and Pablo pulled away, keeping his forehead leaning on hers, his eyes searching Liv's for answers to his unasked questions.

"Why?"

Letting out a soft chuckle, the actor pulled her into a tight hug. "How can you ask this? Today has been full of signs that I've fallen in love with you, the only one that seems to not have seen them was you."

"I, I, we agreed on it being an act. Agreed that nothing more would happen, not complicating things." Liv sighed, brushing her cheek against his shirt clad chest. She tried hard to keep her emotions in check but everything that happened up until now was too much. A lone tear made its way down her cheek, falling from the edge of her chin and landing on the floorboards with a silent splash.

"Fuck it, I know, but along the way I found something that made the last few weeks even better. My sons are my life, but meeting you was the best part of it. I've fallen for you and if you leave now we'll only end up being miserable." He lightly pushed her way from him, brushing his thumbs across her wet cheeks. Liv let out a shaky laugh, keeping a hold on his hands, her fingers running over his wrists, feeling the warmth underneath the tips. "I want to know where this is going, but if you're blocking me out already we won't get far."

"What if"

But Pablo didn't let her finish. "There's no ifs. We'll see where it's going and we'll take it slow and easy. Whatever happens happens."

"Are you sure? I don't want Timo and Dante to get attached only for us to not work out, I know it would kill them to have to go through that." She wanted to be more safe than sorry and needed Pablo to understand. The kids, even though they weren't hers, were on the forefront of her mind.

He shook his head, brushing a soft kiss on her lips. "We'll start slow, see where it's going, ease the boys into it and talk to them, let them know what's going on with us."

"You really want to be in a relationship with me? I'm an artist that hasn't even sold any paintings, I don't make a lot of money, you on the other hand are a well known and sought after actor, getting amazing roles and"

"Will you shut up and stop being negative?"

Liv let out a choked laugh, crossing her arms behind his neck. Stepping onto her tiptoes, having shed her heels with her pacing before she was a lot smaller than the actor, she sealed their lips, moaning in delight as he pulled her into his body. Pablo's arms encircled her waist, his hands splayed across her lower back with his fingers brushing against the top of her ass.

"Fucking hell, I definitely could get used to this." He mumbled against her lips when they parted again.

Grinning up at him, Liv smiled, running her fingers over the nape of his neck, the short hairs brushing against her skin. "Yes, I could get used to these lips as well."

One year later

Pablo stood by the grill, watching his friends flit around the garden. Liv and the kids were playing catch and laughing all the way running from the deck down to the pool they had.

"You guys are happy, huh?" Ricky came to stand next to his friend, beer in hand and a broad smile on his face.

The taller actor grinned, nodding his head at his friend and co-actor. "Yeah, it's been one hell of a year but I'm happy it was with Liv and the boys love her to death."

"I see that. She loves them, too." The brunette in question was rolling on the floor with Timo and Dante, tickling them and laughing all the while. "How's Jessica taking it?"

Shrugging his shoulders, Pablo took a drink from his own bottle with a soft smile. "She's got the boys, she's their mother but Liv is their mom, too. They get it that there's enough love for everyone. As long as they get home on time she doesn't really care."

"Hey, what are you boys talking about?" Bruce bounded over, throwing his arms over his friends shoulders. "You're standing here like the laundry ladies gossiping."

Laughing, Ricky shook his head. "Not gossiping, I was just about to ask our leprechaun when he was going to get lucky and pop the question."

"Oh, you gonna do it tonight?" The redheaded Brit widened his eyes, grinning at the prospect of seeing his friend finally getting his feet down and asking Liv to marry him.

They had met her for real a few weeks after the wedding incident, enjoying a dinner together in New York. From then on it was nights out, barbecues, afterparties and even premieres. She was sweet, down to earth and an absolute delight to be around.

"I don't know, man, when the time's right I'll ask her. I already got permission from her father so no worries there."

All three chuckled, turning their eyes back to the garden where the kids were laughing and screaming as Liv chased them again.

"You found the right girl, just ask her when it feels right." Ricky said, taking another drink from the beer.

Nodding his head, Pablo clapped their backs before his two co-actors joined their friends again. He turned back to see Liv sitting on the grass, the kids hanging onto her and he smiled as he saw her looking. Holding his hand up to his lips, he sent her an air kiss followed by a whispered I love you.

She returned it with a smile before Dante jumped on her, throwing the brunette off balance and down on the ground. Liv definitely was all he had been looking for in the last years and she completed his little family that he couldn't wait to make a little bigger. Maybe another boy, maybe a girl, whatever it was he was happy either way.

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Win a Blind Date with Who? - 2

So the 2nd part of this little story. Thank you for the hearts, glad you liked that idea. Let me know what you think about this part. Happy reading!

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"Kate! There's a call for you." Angela, one of the other stylists called across the room while the younger woman was working her shears through her client's hair. Caught up in her work, she was startled by her co-worker's yell that she cut her hand, cursing when the pain followed the obvious wound.

"Just a moment." Kate excused herself and grabbed the towel from her work station, hoping to staunch the bleeding so she could put a band aid over it. Taking the phone from Angela's hand she balanced it between her chin and shoulder while waving her away to get back to her own client. "Hello, this is Kate?"

"Ah wonderful, I called your home address but your aunt told me you'd be at work." Definitely a male but no one she was familiar with. And definitely American.

Gingerly pulling the cloth away from her hand, Kate silently cursed when she saw the blood was still sleeping out, the cut probably deeper than anticipated. "Okay, well you reached me. Now who is this?"

It was ruder than she had intended to, earning a disapproving look from her boss who had decided to stay longer than usual today. Turning away she went to the break room to get some privacy outside on the patio, away from prying eyes and ears. And to get her mask off, breathing in some fresh air.

"Ah, sorry, right." He cleared his throat and chuckled embarrassedly at the obvious lack of introduction. "My name is Frank, I had hoped Laura would have given you more info about your winning date. Unfortunately Pablo is on his way touring the Alps, so I was wondering if you were okay with going there instead, we'd of course pay for your journey there and back home and a hotel room if needed."

"Uhm, Frank I'm really sorry, but I don't think I can take the win. I can't take the time off and I think it would be best if you give it to someone else." Kate hated to admit that she would have liked to go, now having mulled the idea over in her head for about a week, but knowing her boss, she'd do anything to not give her the time off anyway.

The manager let out a long drawn sigh, understanding what Miss Becker's aunt meant when she told him her niece was too stubborn to take what she's been given. "Well, you still got a few more days to think it over, it would have been an extended weekend. If you ever change your mind, just let me know and call this number."

"I, thanks. I'll let you know." She ended the call and sat on one of the deck chairs, the phone in her right hand while her left still clutched the towel. The cut was still bleeding and it looked like it wouldn't stop.

"Kate? Are you okay?" Angela joined her on the patio, worried that her younger coworker had left the front of the shop. Usually client calls wouldn't need to be private and they definitely wouldn't take longer than a few minutes.

Shaking her head, Kate looked up at her. "I won a date with a celebrity. It would be over the coming weekend but"

"But? Girl, it's a date! With a celebrity! Who is it? By the way I finished Mister Huber for you, he wants to let you know that he hopes your hand is okay." Annie, another stylist who was just out of training joined them, wanting to let them know that their boss finally left the shop - thankfully.

"Pablo Schreiber? I haven't heard about him before but I looked him up. He seems nice." She shrugged, gingerly pulling the towel away to look at the cut. It was rather deep and she'd probably have to go to the hospital and get it looked at. There was no bandage working on that one.

A squeal sounded next to her and she turned to the younger woman. "Gosh, Kate, how can you be down about winning a date with him? I saw his movies, he's amazing and he's hot." Smirking, Annie crossed her arms over her chest and winked at her friend and coworker.

"I don't know, I bet he's got better things to do than take me to the top of a mountain, especially with me battling my fear of heights, that's going to be fun. Besides, I need to get this looked at." She said, showing them her hand with the cut and Angela cursed, looking at the wound.

"Annie, it's a slow afternoon, could you make sure to get to the clients for Kate? I'll take her to the hospital."

Nodding her head, the younger woman mock-saluted and grinned down at her friend. "You better change your mind about that date, you'll not want to pass up that chance, besides you'll be out of order for about two weeks if you need stitches, the boss needs to give you the time off, even if she doesn't want to. Besides, you'll see a different scenery now that regulations are lifted again."

On their way to the hospital, Angela turned to her friend. "You know Annie's right. You won't be able to work for a while before it's healed. Don't be a fool and take this chance. I'm not telling you to let him in your pants but just enjoy some time away from work, you at least deserve that."

"I just, I feel dumb but I'm afraid this is turning out to be fake and I'll end up in a bad place." Kate mumbled, trying to keep from throwing up as the adrenaline left her body and the pain and wooziness from the deep cut made itself known.

Patting her leg, the older woman gave her a smile. "I think this fundraiser thing is legit, if it wasn't you wouldn't have found any info for it on their website, especially no video messages from those celebs participating with the right dates and infos."

Nodding her head, she leaned back against her seat, closing her eyes and willing her friend and coworker to drive faster so she could either throw up or sleep, no matter which one of those.

"Okay Pablo, Miss Becker will be arriving on the train from Munich. Should get to Zurich in about half an hour."

Frank had let him know just when he told him he got to Zurich, inquiring about the woman that had won the fundraiser date. She seemed quite reluctant and the actor wasn't sure if he liked having to take her on a tour if she was like this already.

"I'm already at the station enjoying a cup of coffee, as soon as I get her I'll let you know. Are you really sure she wants to do this? Sounds to me like she was talked into it."

Chuckling, his manager could already imagine him trying to get Kate Becker on a mountain tour. "She told me she thought it was a fake and that she'd end up in a human trafficking ring, but I assured her that you were the nicest celebrity I knew and would take good care of her."

"Right, this sounds ominous. Is there something you aren't telling me?"

"Nope, just enjoy your time off even if the event did ruin your plans a bit."

"Yeah, don't worry, I still got another week to enjoy Italy so no worries there." Pablo was trying to lighten the mood, even though he did curse and grumble for having to do that event ahead of schedule. He had talked to his co-star Chris on occasion about it, wanting to know how he handled it. It wasn't like he never met fans on his trips or at events, but never those that were reluctant to even get to an event.

"Can you believe I'm really here, like what if I still end up somewhere horrible?" He could hear a woman talking on her phone, looking around the arrival hall after getting off the platforms, probably waiting for someone. "Bea, stop laughing at me. I know I'm just imagining things, I'm high on those painkillers, but just because you trust this Frank doesn't mean I have to. I agreed to this so stop being mean."

"Frank, do you know someone called Bea?"

Papers were rustling on the other end and he heard his manager sigh, probably having left the paperwork to get it done later on. "Bea, well Beatrice is the name of Miss Becker's aunt, the one I had the pleasure to talk to before."

"Right, I think I got my date. Wish me luck."

"What for? So she won't kick you in the nuts and leave or that you won't throw her off the mountain?"

Chuckling, the actor shook his head. "Probably both, I'll call you soon, let you know how it's going."

"You'll get this show on the road, she's gone in three days and it's back to Italy for you."

Saying his goodbyes, Pablo ended the call and went over to the woman he assumed to be Kate, hopefully. Catching the end of her conversation, he thanked God and cursed Frank at the same time when it really was the woman who won a date with him. "Kate?"

Her posture tightened and a soft gasp left her lips as she swung around, looking up at him like a deer caught in the headlights. "Are you Pablo Schreiber from the fundraiser? Frank told me you'd be waiting for me, but I wasn't sure. I mean those pictures on the internet don't really do you justice and shit, I'm rambling."

Kate wanted to find a rock to crawl under, feeling the heat rise to her cheeks as the words came out without stopping, her usual word vomit when she was nervous.

"It's fine, I'm just glad you changed your mind or these few days wouldn't be enjoyable for me, the other candidate wasn't as sweet as you." He winked at her and grabbed the large hiking backpack she brought with her. "Are you trying to flee the country? This thing is heavy as shit."

Shrugging, Kate bit her lips. "I got a packing list from your manager and I like to be thorough."

Nodding his head, he pulled his biker jacket from the back of the chair he occupied before and motioned for Kate to follow him. "We best get you settled at the hotel and then go over the plans for the trip, anything I need to know before we start this adventure?"

"Uhm, I-I have an issue with heights, I'm not a fan of having to be too far above the ground."

Great, now he had to change his plans of taking a nice hike in the Alps. "Uh, we'll find something to do, don't worry."

"Thanks, I'm really sorry for cramping your plans. Honestly, I didn't want to come at first but I had an accident at work so now I'm out for the next two weeks." She held up her bandaged hand and felt a blush rise to her cheeks.

Leading her out to the rental car he had for the next few days, Pablo put the rucksack in the trunk and got inside, waiting for Kate to join him. "I hope it's nothing bad."

"Oh, no, just a cut that needed stitches. Your manager's call startled me and I cut myself."

"And what do you do that you live so dangerously?"

Laughing softly, Kate put on her belt and leaned back in the large seat of the jeep. "I'm a hairstylist and things like that happen, not everyday and usually not like this but I'm prone to accidents."

"Good to know, at least I know to keep an eye on you, then." Chuckling he strapped himself in and started the car, leaving the parking lot and heading towards the hotel he got the room at. Inside he was already cursing because the two bedroom suite was the only thing he was able to get right now with the pandemic, he was glad regulations in Switzerland weren't as bad as in Germany or America, so hopefully all would be fine in the end.

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Sleepsong - Part 2

So, this is the next part. Let me know what you think and if you'd like to be tagged in future chapters. Thank you everyone for giving it a chance and liking and reblogging🙏🏻🤗

Part 1

Mo ghrian - my sun

Mo luan - Luan is old Irish for moon, often only used in poetry

Chaill mé tú, freisin - (Google translate) I missed you, too

Mo ghrá - my love

Is cuma cá dtéann tú, gheobhaidh mé tú. Má thógann sé míle bliain - No matter where you go, I will find you. If it takes a thousand years (it's a line in the song I will find you by Clannad, an Irish Folk/New Age band and the main song of the movie Last of the Mohicans, also Google Translate)

CW: canon-typical cursing

The foggy dew was still clinging to the grassy ground as he made his way through the woods, searching for something but he wasn't sure what it was. Sweeney felt a heavy weight in his hand, the well worn wood pressing into his palm.

Closing his eyes, he breathed in a familiar scent of his home, something that seemed long lost and forgotten, pushed to a far corner in his mind.

"Mo ghrian." The soft voice called him, moving between the trees like she was one of the fair folk. Her bare feet padded across the moss covered ground, a smile gracing her lips as she reached his side. "I have missed you so, mo chroì."

The tall leprechaun closed his eyes, feeling her fingers brush against his cheek. He couldn't remember the last time someone genuinely showed any kind of affection towards him, if ever. This scene he was in must be a dream, something long forgotten. "Chaill mé tú, freisin, mo luan." His free hand lifted to brush the golden curls from her face, the blue of her eyes glowing brightly in the sunlight.

"I have lost you my Sun, tell me how to find you." She whispered.

Sweeney closed his eyes, letting her voice roll over him like the soft breeze rustling the leaves of the trees. "How can I when I don't know it myself? I have lost my way, my Moon."

Closing her eyes, she leaned her head against his broad chest, breathing in the calm scent of wood and moss, the green fields of Eìre and something that was just him. "I will find you, mo ghrá, no matter how long it takes."

Just as he was about to pull her into an embrace, she was gone. A ghost in his mind like so many times before. Each night he dreamt of her, a lover from a time long since passed. A time where he was something else, too, a time before he was a leprechaun, before he was a bird. When he was still a king.

"Is cuma cá dtéann tú, gheobhaidh mé tú." Her voice caressed him on the wind moving through the forest, brushing over his skin like the gentle hand he had felt before. "Má thógann sé míle bliain."

Blinking, he woke up in the back of the cab. Salim/Not Salim had stopped again for his first prayer of the day. Stepping out of the car, he leaned against the trunk, watching their driver turn to the sun, silently mumbling the Arabic phrases under his breath and he wondered, if people still knew he was one of the still existing gods of the Celtic pantheon, would they pray to them like they used to?

Back then man still believed, but that was lost along the way over thousands of years. The last to believe in the fair folk had been Essie MacGowan and whenever he turned to the dead wife he couldn't help but question if maybe somewhere in her ancestry Essie was to be found. She sat on the side of the road, a cigarette between her cold lips, flies buzzing around her head like a crown.

"Allahu Akbar: God is great." Salim turned to Laura, a cautious smile on his lips as he turned to her.

Taking a last drag of her cigarette the brunette gave him a hard look. "Life is great, Salim/Not Salim."

"Yes," he nodded his head. "Life is great."

Shaking his head, Sweeney turned around, stretching his long limbs to get ready for another few hours of driving - hopefully - to get to Kentucky, soon.

"Chop-chop, Ginger Minge, we don't got all fuckin' day." Closing his eyes, the tall leprechaun ground his teeth together before he made the same mistake again and tried to kill the dead wife, which in retrospect would probably end in him being the dead leprechaun and not getting his coin back.

"Ya better shut the fuck up, cunt, or the flies will come out o' that mouth o' yers." He grumbled under his breath, knowing full well she did hear it.

Laura sent him a seething look before she got into the passenger seat, a smirk finding its way on her lips as she watched Sweeney carm into the backseat. "You better not be talkin' in your sleep again, I thought you were cursin' us in Gaelic."

"An' how'd you know what a Gaelic curse sounds like, cunt? I wouldna be cursin' you or I'd never get my coin back." Sweeney grumbled, pulling his hat back over his face and closed his eyes, hoping to find his moon again in a dream.

"Mom, have you been thinking about what I told you? About the dreams?"

Maeve heard a sigh coming from her mother knowing that calling her four times a week and asking her about it being possible visions was making the older woman irritated. "Luv, those dreams, are you sure it's not just your mind coming up with stories?"

"No, mother, this is different!" With an exasperated sigh, Maeve sat down on her couch, watching the lights of Chicago flicker to life. "It felt like I knew this man, like I've seen him before. Like it was a memory."

Clìodhna could hear the desperation in her daughter's voice. She herself had moved across the globe, from the old world to the new countries, trying to raise her daughter the way she knew, but soon Maeve's belief had died out, forgetting the old ways she was taught. "I'll keep it in mind, luv, but please, don't get too caught up in it. You'll see, it's going to be over before you know it and those dreams are just that, dreams."

Maeve could hear the hesitation in her mother's voice. She had been avoiding the topic like the plaque and she had a feeling it wasn't because she feared her daughter had gone bat shit crazy, it had to be something else entirely.

She had been born in America, but her mother was born in Cork on the southern coast of Ireland. Maeve never knew her father, only that Clìodhna was coming to the Americas and thrived in her single mother life. She always told her she didn't need a husband or a father for her, that Irish women were strong enough to handle it themselves.

Saying her goodbyes, Maeve hung up the phone and leaned back on the couch. She needed to know more about her dreams, had to know the meaning behind them. The man with the hazel eyes was there whenever she closed her own, asking her to find him.

Taking a deep breath, she willed herself to get back to the woods, hoping to see him again. Hoping to finally answer some questions that were nagging her every day.

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Win a Blind Date with Who? - 3

The next installmant of the story, thank you for the hearts and reblogs. Let me know what you think.

Also these are the places I referenced:

Alpine Coaster in Imst, AT, the ruins of Castle Kronburg and the Lochputz Klamm

Part 1 2

CW: none besides a barely dressed Pablo

Words: 2.5k

After having dropped off her things at the hotel they were on their way to the first location he had decided on after changing the plans. With Kate's fear of heights he wasn't going to risk taking a hike in the mountains - something he had originally planned to do. Now they'd try the toboggan run in Imst, Austria, about three hours from Zurich and maybe she'd get a feel for the height and he still could explore the hiking trails.

"So what's the plan?" Kate had been silent for most of the ride, bopping her knees along to the songs that played on the radio and watching the scenery fly by through the open window so they wouldn't have to wear their masks all the time.

"We're heading to Imst in Austria, they have a toboggan run, I thought it would be fun and maybe later walk along the hiking trail. They have an Almzoo or that's what I saw on the leaflet. It's a nice one, not too hard and we don't have to take the trail right up to the top."

Nodding her head, she gave him a tight smile. "Right, you had to change plans. I'm sorry about cramping your style there."

"Why, because of your fear of heights? Everyone is afraid of something and maybe I can help you in the end." Pablo sent her an assuring smile driving along the Suisse highway towards Kronberg.

"Thank you." She leaned her head back on the headrest and smiled a genuine smile. "I saw you have kids, I hope it's not too personal to talk about your private life but I don't know what else to talk about, I haven't seen any of your work to be honest."

Chuckling, Pablo shook his head. "Are you nervous? You're rambling again and your knee is bopping like it's waiting to get out of here."

"If I'm honest, yes. New people make me nervous, especially those I don't know anything about. And driving across mountains isn't something I do like in my day to day life, I'm more of a flat land girl."

"But in your line of work you always meet new people." He scratched along his chin, watching the navigation system when they had to leave

Shrugging, she breathed out a sigh. "True, but it's different. I'm a country girl, everyone knows everyone where I'm from, so it's easy, but you, you make me nervous."

"There's no need, I'm just like anybody else. So whatever you want to talk about or want to ask me, just get it out. And yes, I got two boys, Dante is nine and Timo is going to be thirteen in October, can't believe it's been such a long time since I saw them for the first time."

Being away from home he really missed his kids. It was his work and he loved being able to do what he did, but they were his whole world. He had taken them to the Treetop adventure park the year before and they had such a great time, just enjoying his dad-and-sons time. Pablo would take a few days off once he was done in Hungary and take the boys hiking again. Definitely take them home for a good walk in the woods.

Two hours later they arrived at the Imst toboggan run and he could see Kate swallow when she saw the lift to get to the top.

"Do we have to take that lift?"

"Well, it would help get there faster. I'll be with you the whole time."

Her head jerked with a stiff nod, gripping the door handle as if her life depended on it. "Come on, you can do this."

They got out of the jeep, masks in hand and went to get tickets for the lift and run. Pablo paid and grabbed Kate's hand. She was so jittery and breathing hard as she looked at the empty seats swinging as they moved uphill. "Just breathe, I'm here and you can hold my hand all the way up there."

"I hope for you that you'll hold onto me when I pass out on that thing." She mumbled like a petulant child, thankful that it was hard to understand her with her mask on. Her injured hand was starting to throb and after this little adventure she'd have to stop and grab her medication, knowing it was going to be a bitch if she kept it like this for too long.

An older couple behind them laughed as Kate glared at him. "Oh, aren't they lovely Philip? Just like us on our first date."

Pablo let out a chuckle, putting his arm around her shoulder and pulling her into his side, her head just about reaching his own shoulder. They grabbed the next seat that came by to take them to the top and Kate immediately latched onto the safety guard.

"Give me your hand, Kate. Once up there we'll have so much fun."

"Your word in god's ear or I'll scream yours off." She grabbed his hand and tried to slow her racing heart, squeezing it whenever the seat swayed a bit.

At the top she finally breathed a bit easier, finally getting off the lift and hopefully getting back downhill in one piece. Kate couldn't complain about her companion. Pablo held onto her the whole time and sat her in front of him when they got to their cart.

"I'll hold onto you, it's just like a rollercoaster." He said and put his arm around her waist, pulling her back against his chest.

"Did I ever mention I even hate the kids roller coasters at theme parks?"

Chuckling, he listened to her squeaks as the cart got into position. "Don't worry, this is nothing bad, even Dante liked the ride back home."

Only nodding her head, Kate squeezed her eyes shut and held onto his legs on either side of hers and Pablo was glad she wasn't one for long sharp nails or else they'd have to get him stitched up at the hospital. At the middle of the ride she finally relaxed, enjoying the adrenaline rush they had from going down the run. He had taken a video for his Instagram, wanting to share it with his fans and his kids.

He was happy she came out of her shell, maybe it was a good thing to throw her into the cold water, getting her to trust in herself and that nothing bad was going to happen.

There was only a little problem. Her lower back was pushed right on his crotch and some bumps weren't the best to keep his cool. He swallowed, pressing himself further back against his seat and admired her smile, giddy like a little kid as she whooped with the cart turning in the curves and going over the bumps.

"Oh my god, it was amazing."

"So you had fun?" They pulled their masks back on walking through the main part of the center, their eyes holding the smile none could see underneath it. "You'll do it again?"

"Now, don't push your luck." She chuckled, holding her hand up with a mock glare reflected in her eyes. "Where are we headed now?"

"If you're up for it we could take the trail up towards the zoo and there's a lake, too, maybe enjoy some leisure time."

Following him back to the jeep she contemplated their next move. She would enjoy the lake probably, maybe relax a bit more about the height they were at. "Let's get to the lake, enjoy the sun and then we'll look for something else. I bet you got a few ideas."

"Sure, a few miles down the road there's an old castle and the uh Zammer something, I'll have to look it up again." Pablo chuckled, grabbing his hiking pack and gave Kate her own.

They got a few sandwiches from the toboggan station and made their way to the smaller lake, enjoying the nature around them and breathing the fresh alpine air.

Kate relaxed more and knew that she needed this time off, even though it was different from her usual holidays. They mostly took up a weekend or two but not longer and that wasn't a real time off to relax and rejuvenate.

It was an amazing view with the mountain in the background and the valley below, getting a nice look at the town of Imst. She took out her phone, snapping a few pictures and sending them off to her aunt and Angela. Kate was proud of herself for taking on the trip and getting in that cart and walking the trail.

"So, are you happy to have said yes to your win? That you came here?"

Grinning she turned to Pablo who had taken a few pictures and videos as well. He laid his arm around her shoulders and drew her in his side, raising his mobile and snapping a selfie - to give her something to remember how she got over her fear, at least for now.

"Thank you for doing this, Pablo, I'm really glad I came." Kate wanted to kiss his bearded cheek in thank you, but felt it would have been one step too far. They weren't even friends, acquaintances at best, so she wouldn't be too forward.

Smiling his broad smile, the actor shoved his phone back into his shorts and grabbed her hand, leading her back down the trail, back to the station. "Great, we have one more stop and then we'll look for a nice restaurant, I'm getting quite hungry."

"I've never been in this part of Austria, so I'll just follow your lead." She told him, a grin of her own on her lips.

Nodding, they walked back, still enjoying the view and chuckling at the places some of the cows could be seen in, one standing in the stream and enjoying some cool down time in the cold mountain water. They reached the jeep and put their packs into the back, continuing their journey to the last spot.

After a short drive down the highway, they reached their destination. Parking at the entrance of the Lötzklamm, an ancient waterfall that had worked its way through the stone over the last hundreds of years.

On the other side of the river Inn Kate could make out the ruins of a smaller fortress on top of the hill, Castle Kronburg. Snapping pictures, Pablo called her and they made their way to the main building, getting their helmets and tickets. Together they first walked along the path, with Kate holding on tightly to his hand as they stepped over the metal grid secured to the rocks to give amazing views into its depth.

"Did you know there is a legend about the Klamm?" She asked, pulling the leaflet they had been given at the entrance out of her pocket. The tall actor shook his head, watching her intrigued as she read through the texts. "It says here, that according to legend a nymph and a shepherd fell in love, but she belonged to a blacksmith. So he gave the shepherd tasks that seemed unsolvable, but each time he'd be a victor. In the end the blacksmith set up a trap, destroying a bridge as the shepherd walked over it who in the end died in the canyon. The nymph fled to the back of the Klamm and at the same time as the death happened lightning struck the smithy and burned it to the ground. Now the shepherd in the form of a bulls head is with his beloved nymph for all eternity and protecting her and still today you can see his head in the Klamm."

Pursing his lips in interest, Pablo searched the canyon for the mentioned bulls head. "It's a very dark legend, but it seems they got their happy end."

"Well, I mean if someone loves me this much to die for me and we'll be together in the end it sounds like one of the most romantic deaths." Kate shrugged her shoulders snapping pictures when the actor pointed out the stone that formed the head.

They continued on their way until they reached a calmer waterfall, a small pool forming on the ground. "Come on, let's cool off." Pablo grinned at her, pulling her along the path that led down to the ground.

"What do you mean? I don't think we can do that."

"Yes we can, there's others down, too, taking pictures, now don't be a spoilsport."

Grumbling, Kate followed him begrudgingly, cursing him to heaven and back to earth for having such ideas. When they reached the smaller pool, the actor looked up at the waterfall already grinning like a kid on Christmas. He put his backpack on the ground and pulled off the helmet, followed by his shirt and shoes.

"What the hell are you doing?" Kate gasped as she watched him undress down to his briefs.

He stepped into the clear pool and turned back to her. "Come on, I told you we'd cool off."

"I'm not getting naked, Pablo. I don't have a bathing suit underneath."

Shrugging, he looked down at himself. "I didn't tell you to get naked, just get out of your clothes. I don't have bathing shorts, so it doesn't matter."

"But" She averted her eyes, trying to look everywhere but his barely clothed body that left nothing to the imagination.

"Come on, just get your shirt, pants and boots off and all will be fine." He grinned, pushing her backpack away from her shoulders, letting it fall down next to his.

"My hand, I'm not supposed to get it wet." Kate whined, shaking her head as his hands started to pull up her shirt.

Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and gave her a wide grin. "Take them off or I'll pull you in fully clothed. We should cool off after having been in the sun all day."

"Has anyone ever told you that you are a master at blackmail?" She pushed his hands away and pulled her shirt off, followed by the rest of her clothes so she was left in her underwear. "If I'll end up sick as a dog I'm going to make sure you'll end up just as sick."

Chuckling he grabbed her injured hand, making sure his larger was closed fully around it so he could ward off some of the water. "It's just a little water, we're not going to get sick or die."

"I really hate you right now." She cursed as she stepped into the cold mountain water, feeling the goosebumps break out all over her body.

Pablo drew her closer and pulled them under the waterfall, hollering and shouting at the freezing wetness that descended over them. Kate gasped, clawing her hand into his shoulder as he laughed at the sensation. He pulled her against his chest looking down at her, he couldn't deny the attraction that was building inside of him and he knew from her own gaze that he wasn't the only one. Pablo knew he should put distance between them, but he wasn't sure he could do it, not when it was mutual.

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Resurrection | 11

“Ooh, smells like semen in here!” Jake says with far too much enthusiasm, smiling brightly at me as he pours two cups of coffee, doctoring mine just how I like it.

“Shut up. If you or anyone else brings it up, be ready to be on the receiving end of Beef’s fist,” I mutter, giving Jake the only warning he’ll get from me as I take my seat at the conference table, rolling my neck side to side, amazed at just how sore I am.

“My lips are sealed. I just gotta know one thing: What was he holding out for?”

“Me,” I whisper, watching as Jake’s eyebrows go sky high and he leans back in his seat, silenced.

“I mean, we all sort of suspected. He’s not exactly subtle about...well, anything, but you never seemed to catch on, so we left it alone.” He shrugs, his smile more genuine this time, Jake looking truly touched by the revelation.

“Yeah, well, next time do us both a favor and tell me sooner.”

“And spare him the blue balls? Where’s the fun in that? Was it a mess? Did you have to stick the shower head up there after?”

“Jake, shut up!” I crow, throwing a spare pen at him just as Rick walks through the door, breakfast in hand.

“Literally the last two people I expected to be up early after last night, but I’ll take it. Where’s the rest of the gang?” Rick asked, setting the bags of food and the tray of coffee down in the center of the table.

“What did you get up to last night?” It’s my turn to interrogate Jake, my eyebrow going up as I watch his smile go impish.

“Her name was Star and she did things to me that are deadly sins in most religions.” Jake says with as much seriousness as he can muster for all of 2.5 seconds, his face breaking into a smile just as he takes a sip of his coffee.

“Just be glad you weren’t stuck in a box with him for more than 24 hours,” Benji mutters as he takes the seat to my left, squeezing my shoulders before sitting down.

“Morning,” Max mumbles as he sits to my right, avoiding eye contact with everyone, including me.

“Save the act, Beef. We all know you got some,” Dom cuts in, moving to sit next to Rick, leaning back in his seat, and grinning like that cat that ate the canary.

“Congratulations on losing your V-card, bro,” Flip adds as he comes in, patting Max on the back as he scoots by him.

“Alright, enough. What d’we got, Rick?” I cut the shenanigans short, knowing if I let it go on any longer, the guys will yank Max’s chain a little too hard first thing in the morning. Even I’m not that patient before coffee.

“Well, since we let Wallace literally walk out the front door, we have to chase again. I asked intel for his whereabo--”

There’s barely time to hear the blast before the shockwave hits us, taking out the bulletproof glass as if it were single pane. I feel Max’s body collide into mine, before we both hit the ground hard. Car alarms and smoke detectors go off in nearby buildings, making it clear the blast came from the outside in, but leaving no doubt we’re the targets.

Breaching charges come next, one at the front door, one at the secondary exit. I finally open my eyes as I get to my feet, keeping low and feeling Max’s hand clamped around the back of my neck. Though smoke fills the meeting room, I get enough of a glance to know that the guys are all okay, each of them in the same crouched position I am, all of us moving with precision.

Max pushes me into my room, slamming the door behind me. Without hesitation, I grab a t-shirt, vest, pants and socks, throwing everything on in a hurry. My boots go last, the laces double knotted so I don’t have a slip-up later. I pull my hair into a messy knot before grabbing my M4 and checking the mag. Seeing it fully loaded, I push it back into place and slam it home, ready to go.

The knock at my door comes just in time, and I knock back once to let whoever is on the other side know I’m ready and armed. Pulling it open, I fall in behind Flip, covering him and bringing up the tail end of our little procession down the hall. Up front, I hear Dom call out targets, he and Rick taking out three men without hesitation.

“Let’s move!” Rick calls out, and I pivot so that as I move forward, I can cover us against anyone who might want to come up behind. Within moments of doing so, two of Wallace’s men come out of the meeting room and into the hallway. Leveling my M4, I take four shots, ensuring both men’s deaths.

Just as I pass the last of the bedrooms, I feel my body get pulled sideways. With little time to react, I let my gun fall to my side and pull my knife out of my vest. Before I can sink it into the nearest limb, I feel his arm go around my throat in a rear naked choke, the man squeezing hard enough to make me see stars. I only have six seconds before the chokehold takes me out, and with gunfire sounding ahead of us, I know the boys won’t be coming to save me. Stepping forward, I pivot towards the man’s thumb, palm striking his hand away as I go. Out of the hold, I don’t waste time, wrapping his neck in a guillotine choke and cranking with every ounce of anger I feel towards the man who’s made our lives a living hell for the last few weeks.

It takes a second, but I feel the distinct pop of tendon and bone breaking and from how limp the man goes, I know he’s gone. Swinging my gun back into my hands, I check my corners and sprint to catch up with the team, reaching them as they start going down the exterior stairs of the building. At street level, more of Wallace’s men are posted up, guns aimed directly at us. I pause for a moment, eyeing the most imperative man to take out, and with a quick check through my scope, put two through his forehead, taking him out just before he can let a shot off; a shot that would’ve surely hit Rick where it counts. Taking out two more men before moving again, I sprint for our car, slipping in just as Dom puts the pedal to the floor.

“Everyone good?” Benji calls, his eyes wide as they dart around the van, watching carefully as we all pat ourselves down. Unlike our last shootout, I don’t find a hole where it shouldn’t be. Still, I’m not surprised when I find Max’s fingers lifting my chin.

“Jesus,” he hisses as I turn my head out of his grip, nodding.

“Yeah, it’s gonna be muteville for me tomorrow unless I can ice this soon,” I acknowledge, resting my head back against the seat as the pain finally kicks in.

Our secondary safehouse is nowhere near as luxurious as the one we use for headquarters, being nothing but a small, modified warehouse, but it has water, ice, and a place for me to lean back while I ice my neck. Max brings me the bag and gingerly sets the ice down on my neck, smoothing my hair back after. With a gentle kiss to my forehead, he takes his seat next to me, his gaze focusing on the screens where Rick is pulling up traffic cameras.

“Home Office is going to love knowing you broke the Freedom Act just for one man,” Max deadpans, all of us focusing on a different part of the screen, trying to figure out where Wallace and his men went after the bombing.

“I’ll have a look at security cam footage from right after the stairs, see if I can pinpoint what direction he went in,” Dom says, pulling his laptop closer before entering the same camera network the traffic ones are on. If nothing else, I’m glad we’re in London because as one of the most surveilled cities in the world, the chances of not finding him are slim to none.

Silence falls over the room as we all study the feeds, looking for any sign of the black vans Wallace and his men got into after the bombing. It seems like hours go by before Dom finally speaks up, his voice terse as he checks and double-checks his findings.

“Cameras show him headed east-”

“I got him. He’s on A12,” Rick interjects, standing to get a closer look at his square, where the two vans are headed in the exact direction Dom had said.

“A12 ends at London City. He’s gonna try and hop ship!” Max is the one on his feet now, reaching for his phone.

Taking the ice off my neck, I sit up, well-versed in what’s about to happen. Joint ops are always a mess, but we need the airport locked down with him and his team in it, and with the head start Wallace has, we’ll never make it in time.

Max paces as the call rings, his face making it clear he needs the person on the other end to pick up, and pick up quickly. As he waits, we all start getting ready. Vest plates are checked, mags get loaded and stowed, and extra ammo is stuffed into a singular go-bag one of us will carry just in case.

“John. Hey mate, I need a favor and I need it fast. No questions right now. I need you to lock down London City as quickly as you can. No making calls to anti-terror, understood? This one’s ours and ours alone. He’s an animal and we need to put him down. Can you do that, mate? Good, thank you. What’s your ETA?”

Max listens intently to his friend on the other line even as he starts prepping his own gear, knowing we don’t have much time.

“Great. I’ll see you there, mate. I’ll explain over a pint when it’s all over, I promise.” Closing the call, Max grabs his gear, on my heels as we all rush out the door and back into the truck.

We check and recheck everything as Max drives towards the airport we know Wallace will be trying to fly out of. The silence in the truck is deafening, all of us tensed and ready for what we hope will be the end of this nightmare.

London City’s facade reminds me of a used car dealership, all concrete and glass, with the airport’s title written in blue letters across the top of the entrance. It’s not a stunning piece of architecture, and despite its prime location, it’s nowhere near as heavily-trafficked as Heathrow or Gatwick. I try my best to keep my face neutral as we arrive; by the amount of lights and personnel standing around outside the building, the Mets weren’t exactly subtle about their approach. The chances that Wallace is still in the building drop more and more, the closer we get.

Max tears out of the car like a bull in a china shop, eyes narrowed with laser precision as he marches inside to find his friend. We follow suit, scanning the area for any sign of Wallace or his men, knowing he could be waiting to spring another trap on us at any moment.

“What the hell happened, John?” Max barks as he makes a beeline for his friend, having no idea how scary he looks when he’s on the warpath.

“We were too late, mate. He had a private jet set to take off. Wheels were up by the time we got to the counters. We’re pulling surveillance and the flight manifest as we speak.” John, to his credit, manages to face Max without shrinking in his presence, unintimidated by the rabid dog routine he tends to default to whenever a plan is going south.

Appeased by the quick reaction to missing their primary objective, Max backs off, scrubbing a hand over his face as he turns back towards us.

“We’re all in consensus that he wants to recreate the night he was arrested, correct?” He asks as we all gather around, ready to rejig the plan as necessary. Everyone nods, the rest of the team’s anger rising to the level of Max’s, none of us wanting a repeat of that night. “So he’s headed south. Probably back to Libya.”

The flight manifest appears before anyone can say another word, and as Max reads over the report, I know the bad news is about to be compounded.

“He took a hostage. FUCK!”

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By the flight manifest, we’re half an hour behind Wallace, and I feel every minute of it on the plane ride from London to Benghazi. Prior to joining the team, I’d only been assigned to Libya once and it was from the comfort of the Whitney parked off the coast of Italy. This will be my first time with boots on the ground, and the history of spec ops in the country isn’t lost to me; it’s just one more reason why I’m glad I no longer have to wear a uniform.

“Ten minutes out,” the pilot calls over the comms, everyone prepping their go bags, ready to make up for any head start Wallace has.

Benina International Airport barely registers in my mind as we pick up two vehicles that were prepped for us courtesy of Uncle Sam, my mind’s sole focus being on saving the hostage and capturing Wallace. All of us want our pound of flesh, none more so than those he’s directly injured over the course of the last few weeks.

“I need everyone on their A game. We can’t afford to let him slip through our fingers again. His behavior is escalating and since he’s so well-connected to the who’s-who, it stands to reason, he’s going to throw everything he has at us. Above all else though, we leave no one behind. Understood?” Rick’s voice is firm but warm over our comms, making it clear that despite the gravity of the situation, he cares about our well-being first and foremost.

“Do you think he’s trying to do a shot-for-shot remake?” Jake asks as we roll into Benghazi proper, grateful for the tinted windows on the late model G wagons no doubt left over from Gaddafi’s rule.

“If you mean do I think he’s going to go to the same village we were patrolling? No. I don’t think he’s that sentimental about things. I think he’s going to pick a spot that’s overlooked by the country and blow it to high hell after he finishes reenacting his sick fantasies. Remember, had we not stopped him that night--”

“I know, he’d have committed war crimes,” Jake cuts Dom off, his sickened expression making it clear that he doesn’t need to be reminded.

“Has intel found him yet?” I ask, hoping we don’t have to waste any more time in tracking him down.

“They don’t have a lock yet, but they are tracking a BMW that came out of Benina half an hour ago. Reports of a blond woman without a hijab and a red-haired man poured in the second they landed.” Rick explains, all of us shaking our head.

“Muslim majority country and she already sticks out like a sore thumb by being blond, but he didn’t bother to make her wear a hijab? If we don’t get to him, the Libyan police will,” I snort, finding little humor in the recklessness with which Wallace treats the lives of others. Like any good narcissist, he cares only for himself and if others get hurt in the process of him getting what he wants, so be it.

“They’re going to attract attention no matter what. All of us are. Keep as low a profile as possible, and with any luck, we’ll be out of here by this time tomorrow,” Rick adds, all of us hoping for the outcome that’s eluded us since we reunited.

Our hideout in Benghazi is simple, yet beautiful. Like most places, it’s heavily fortified, a solid metal gate closing behind us and men standing watch on all four corners as we make our way towards something that resembles a Roman villa of old. Outside, the heat hits me and for a second, I’m brought back to the op that nearly took my life, hoping that this time, things will end differently, at least for our team. Max’s cologne brings me back to the present, and I fall in step with him as we make our way into the blissfully cool war room.

“Oh fuck yeah. Don’t mind if I do!” Jake enthuses as he takes note of the tea and finger foods laid out on the table. Shaking my head, but nonetheless pleased, I take a seat and let out a breath I don’t realize I’ve been holding. Max’s hand smooths over my hair as he sits next to me, his gaze still eyeing my bruise with concern. It’s endearing to say the least, and not the kind of treatment I’m used to in any part of my life.

“Okay, fuel up, but pay attention. Intel has an eye in the sky and they’ve found the BMW. We’re tracking him now. Gonna let him get settled in, then we’ll pay him a house call. He’s also traveling light; only two body men and paid local team which means--”

“Which means a bunch of teenage human shields. Fucking great,” I mutter.

Stephanie Pierce had been dumped half an hour before getting to the airport. Doing her best to save face, she’d made it through security and was intent on getting a little drunk before boarding, if only so she could sleep on the flight. American by birth, she had come to London for school, and had, up until the breakup, been having the time of her life.

Now it's all spiraling into a nightmare.

“Please, just let me get back to the airport! I don’t have anything to do with this! I didn’t do anything! I’m just a student! Please!”

“I can’t do that, darling. For one, you’ve seen my face, and two...Well, you’re my insurance policy. You see, the people that I’m after, they have a soft spot for those they consider innocent. Problem is, no one’s ever truly innocent, are they? No, not even you, dear Stephanie. It only took a few moments for me to do the numbers, so to speak. Young, parents are middle class at best, no real money for school, especially abroad, but here you are in designer clothing, taking vacations whenever it strikes your fancy, and not a dime in debt. Do your parents know what you do on the internet, my darling? Didn’t think so. No, that deep, dark secret won’t be revealed until after you perish, which...will be soon, I’m afraid.”

Her screams make her captor laugh, almost as though he’s delighted by the reaction. It chills her to the bone. Now she understands that this isn’t some wannabe who hijacked a plane and has no real plan; far from it. Whoever he is, he has calculated each and every move leading up to this point.

She wishes she could talk to her mom one last time.

“Night Train to Alpha, confirm visual.”

“Alpha to Night Train we have visual. We count 12 signatures, including the hostage. You are a go.”

We’re no stranger to David and Goliath fights, and 12 is on the smaller side of some of the groups we’ve taken on, but no matter the number, we approach this one with extra precaution, only because of Wallace’s M.O. None of us are looking to be anywhere near another one of his bombs.

The compound he’s made his hideout is run of the mill for this part of the world. Like our own, Wallace’s has high walls, a sturdy gate, and a simple floor plan. It leaves us with two options; come in with a bang, or creep in with a whisper.

“There’s two gates,” I remind the boys, knowing full well that while they all prefer coming in with as much firepower as possible, it opens the door for Wallace to get away in the commotion, and I, for one, want to end this once and for all.

“Alpha, how many signatures on the exterior?” Dom asks, all of us hidden in the shadows, waiting for the deciding factor on how we proceed.

“Looks like 2 on the south side, patrolling the far gate. If you’re going in quiet, now’s the time to move.”

We all nod and immediately get to work. Strapping on my gloves, I grab my wire cutters out of the pocket on my kevlar, and wait until Flip has gotten into position. The tallest of the team, he bends over, providing me with the flat of his back to stand on so that I can cut the razor wire off the top of the wall. Carefully, I peek over the edge, relieved when I find the courtyard empty. Though there are lights on in the compound, every window is covered with an opaque blind, making this way of entering far better suited to our needs.

I cut enough wire away to allow all the boys to climb over, making sure to throw it away from the compound not only for safety, but to reduce the chances of us being heard. Satisfied that everyone has clearance, I pocket my multitool and quickly hop over, landing softly in the dirt.

Rick and Benji are quick to follow, the three of us taking up post so that the rest of the guys can come in safely. It takes less than five minutes for all of us to breach the perimeter, and after a moment to regroup, we move towards our target.

“Alpha, we need your eyes,” Rick whispers, taking point as we position ourselves flush against the nearest wall of the compound. We could clear the place blind, but that increases the chance that someone will sound the alarm as they die, and we can’t take the risk. Though they said they had to wash their hands of it, after Rome, the DOD extended their resources; while they can’t send those currently serving, they can provide a helping hand to those who are willing to risk it all to capture one of our own.

“Two at 3 o’clock, in the first room. There’s two at the back gate you’ll want to handle first.”

Nodding at one another, we split up. Rick and Dom position themselves at the first room, Flip and Benji take up post across the villa in front of another room, while Max, Jake and I edge around to the back of the compound, intent on taking out the two men guarding the rear gate as silently as possible.

With Jake on one side, Max and I move around to the other side, all of us needing to get eyes on the men. As I predicted, they’re young, but I find cold solace when I see that they’re not teenagers, bought out to act as human shields. Checking my gun, I make sure the silencer is on tightly before leveling it into place to look through my scope. At less than 50 feet, it’s an easy shot; it just has to be timed correctly. Max counts us down using only his fingers, and when the time is right, both Jake and I take double-tap shots, killing the men before they have a chance to make a sound.

Over comms, I can hear Rick and Dom breaching their first room, and as we move back towards the center of the villa, Benji and Flip do the same. My relief grows with every room that’s cleared, the body count growing as we approach the spot where Wallace is holed up with the hostage.

“Last room has the prize. Good luck, and godspeed.”

The room in question lies at the heart of the villa. Protected on either side by anti-rooms, We have to work our way through two more sets of men before finally being able to come face-to-face with Wallace once again.

A bright smile is the last thing we expect when we finally level our guns to his head.

“Nice of you all to finally join me. Thought it would take much less time for Uncle Sam to track me down. No matter, you’re here now, we can get to it. In your haste, I’m afraid none of you noticed...” Wallace’s gaze goes to the floor, and as my own eyes follow, I can’t help but feel my heart sink. My eyes dart quickly to Max and Dom, nausea overcoming me as I find that every single one of us has stepped on a trip wire.

“It’s like Russian Roulette, except I’m the one holding the gun.”

Wallace’s laugh will be imprinted in my mind for the rest of my life.

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Summary: A ragtag team of Spec-Ops operators are brought out of retirement for all the wrong reasons. When the dust settles, only the best will be left standing. Pairing: Pablo Schreiber x OFC, Henry Cavill x OFC (listen, she gets with the whole team, okay? Don’t lie, you would too.) Word Count: 3K Warnings: Violence. Lots of it. Smut. Angst. The usual. A/N : I’m reposting this for a few reasons. Mainly ‘cause I’m done having my fics in two places, wanted to re-work the cover, and most importantly wanted those of you who weren’t following me back when these chapters were originally posted to be able to take it in from scratch. I’ve also cleaned up a lot of the text as far as grammar, etc. goes, so it’s more polished. Enjoy! Like what I do? Buy me a coffee (or a commission)!

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“It’s a beautiful day in the neighborhood, a beautiful day for a shootout…” Jake sings, sipping his coffee and ignoring the looks he’s getting from those around us.

“How exactly are you planning on finishing that song, Pooh?” I ask, shaking my head, my gaze focused past his head, watching across the street as Dom speaks to our contact.

“I haven’t figured that out yet, but it has a nice ring to it, doesn’t it?”

“Somewhere, Mr. Rogers is rolling in his grave.” I mutter, shaking my head, my focus on the conversation across the street and not on Jake’s bastardization of a childhood classic.

To the untrained eye, Dom and our contact are simply two businessmen having a conversation. Both in suits, they stick out only to pickpockets and petty thieves in the bustling, open-air market; one of a handful of men with money who pick populated places to hold their meetings. For our part, we’re dressed like tourists, doing our best to blend in under the hot desert sun. Under our civvies, we’ve all got vests on, and with our gear nearby; it’s only a matter of a short sprint if things go sideways.

“Every time you sing or talk about shootouts, we end up in one so...Could you fucking not?” Benji grumbles, voicing an opinion we’ve all had at one time or another, but have always kept to ourselves, mainly because listening to Jake’s comedy is one of the few highlights of our work.

“Sorry, Benji-poo, just being realistic about our chances of walking our lily-white asses out of here without getting caught.” Jake grins, throwing a small rib bone at him, picked clean from our lunch.

“Speak for yourself, white boy. All I gotta do is smile and bat my lashes and I’m home free,” I tease, Jake’s smile matching mine.

“Yeah, just to get sold into slavery for your--” Flip squeezes the air in front of his chest, whistling, and this time it’s his face that gets pegged with a rib bone. “What? I’m just sayin’. I’d buy you.”

“I thought Vikings were more for just taking what wasn’t theirs,” Rick smirks, finishing his coffee, his eyes scanning the area behind me and allowing me to see what he sees by proxy as it reflects off the lenses of his sunglasses.

We catch the man at the same time. A flash of chrome amidst all the terracotta is more out of place than Dom in his suit and instantly, we both sit up straight.

“Ghost, we have potential contact, your six. Be ready to move,” I whisper into my mic, hidden artfully beneath my shirt. I see Dom’s back straighten seconds later, all of us bracing for the inevitable.

The first shot rings out and silences the market momentarily before screaming and the sounds of chaos follow. Keeping my eye on Dom, I duck down beneath the table Max and Benji had flipped, letting them ascertain the direction of the shooter. It takes only a moment for Flip to fire the first shot back, his volley returned with automatic fire.

“Get to the gear. NOW!” Rick calls, and we move as one, each covering not only ourselves, but Dom until he and our contact are out of sight.

“Ghost, we’re moving to the backup point. Meet us there!” I instruct as I run, slamming against a wall and covering Benji as he sprints the same open strip of market. Bullets whiz past him, but he makes it to us unscathed.

We make quick work of heading into the building we’d cleared out earlier, shedding our civilian disguises in favor of plain t-shirts, vests, and thigh holsters. I tie my hair up as we head to the top floor where our heavy artillery has been stashed for the better part of two hours. I’m glad to see everything where we left it, and quickly grab my gun, posting up at the door in case the shooter’s on our heels.

“Loba, I need your eyes, we’ve got contact on the roof!” Rick barks, and immediately Jake and I switch places. It takes a few moments and a fair amount of cover fire for me to set up the sniper rifle, but once I’m ready, it takes only a second to lock on my target. The idiot is in plain sight, not bothering to hide his head or his weapon. He loses both with one shot, and another round of screams can be heard as his body falls off the building, face splayed open like an exploded watermelon.

“Hey, that training course at DeVry really paid off!” Jake muses moments before taking his own target, a man sprinting up the stairs towards us. Jake’s shot sets off the grenade in the man’s hand and for a few seconds, we’re all left with ringing ears.

“I’m good!” He calls, knowing the protocol and saving us all from having to call out for him. “Gonna need hearing aids when I’m forty, but I’m good!”

“Pooh, focus!” Flip growls, his eyes trained on the market below, another round of shots fired at a seemingly-growing number of men who are all descending on our location.

“We’ve gotta move. Ghost, meet us at the exfil, it’s too hot to stay.” I instruct, all the guys packing up our gear, ready to plow our way out with as many bullets as necessary.

We bound tactically, using the market for cover and managing to get halfway to the exfil point without any injuries to our team. The truck we’re using to get out of town is in plain view, but in our way is an open strip of road with absolutely no cover.

“Fuck. For once, I’d love it if command gave us something that went over 10 miles an hour.” Jake growls, hitting two more men as he speaks.

“That thing is older than the queen.” Beef agrees, providing cover fire for Dom as he comes careening around the corner, his own gun empty of bullets.

“We’ll take it up with command when we get back. Grump, go!” I call, pushing Dom in front of me, so that I’m the last in line. With Dom technically being head of our team, and me running as his second-in-command, it doesn’t bode well to have both of us open to fire.

I watch as all of them make a break for the truck, each man dodging bullets and making it to the armoured vehicle safely. Each provides cover fire for the man after him, and by the time it’s my turn, I have six guys ready to kill any motherfucker who has the balls to let a shot off.

“Loba, you’re a go!” Flip calls over the comms, and with one last look behind me, I start to sprint.

Getting shot doesn’t register the way they show it in the movies. The pain doesn’t come right away, but rather, it feels like you’ve been burned by the edge of a frying pan. The warm wet sensation follows, making you wonder if you’ve got a sweating problem that could use some botox to remedy. It’s not until you slow down that your mind has time to catch up. I make it to the truck before I even notice the blood on my white shirt.

“She’s hit!” Flip calls out, Rick gunning the vehicle in the opposite direction from the market, bullets pinging off the armour plating as we head further into the desert and, with any luck, back behind the wire.

“I’m fine, I’m fine.” I mutter, adrenaline keeping the pain away and letting Benji and Max do their initial triage of my wound.

“Step on it Rick, it’s a Kubrick movie back here.” Benji calls out, his pressure on the hole in my stomach coming off only long enough to let Max cut my shirt away.

“Let me see, Scowl.” Max says sternly as I feel Jake position himself so that he can elevate my legs, everyone doing their part to help keep me alive.

“Hey, look at me, Carmen. Sweetheart, listen, you’re gonna be okay, okay?” Dom says, and I see the fear in his eyes despite his smile down at me. His hands are warm as they card through my hair, unintentionally doing the opposite of what he wants me to do and making me want to fall asleep.

I feel my body get lighter as more of my blood comes pouring out of my entrance wound and when Max and Benji roll me over to check for an exit hole, it’s as though I’ve been pushed out of the truck entirely.

“Hey, Max. Promise me something?” I ask, smiling even though I can taste copper.

“Anything you need, love.” He answers without hesitation, wincing as he digs a gloved finger into my stomach, trying to take hold of the artery that was nicked. With forceps held between his teeth, he struggles to find the bleed point, knowing he has only a few moments to clamp it off before I bleed out.

“When we get out of here, you’ll meet a nice girl and let her take your virginity.” Though they’re all panicked, my request makes the boys laugh, and eases the tension in the truck, if only for a moment.

“I promise.” I think I catch a look between him and Dom, but as things begin to darken around the edges of my vision, I chalk it up to a hallucination from lack of blood flow.

“Stay with us, babe. Come, stay awake,” Jake’s voice shakes as he jostles my legs, he and Dom wearing the same look, one I know means they’re barely holding it together.

“I’m gonna be…”

Screams of ‘NO!’ are the last thing I hear before I can’t help but close my eyes.

When I open them again, I’m met with late afternoon sun, plywood walls, and a weirdly sheer curtain that--as my eyes adjust--turns out to be mosquito netting. My head hurts, but as I move to bring my hands up to my face, I realize both of them are being held by much bigger ones.

“Hey, bub.” I murmur, speaking as much to Dom as I am to Jake, both men so caught up in their own thoughts and tears that it takes them a moment to realize the voice they hear is mine.

There’s a rush of joy that shoots through the room, hitting everyone and lifting their spirits. Everyone except Max, who stays in his seat, curled up by the window, tears silently streaming down his face. It doesn’t take a brain surgeon to know that I scared the hell out of them, and that I probably flatlined. It’s rare for the boys to cry; rarer still for them to look as shell-shocked and pale as they all do.

I’m engulfed in careful hugs and kisses, all the boys taking their turn to show just how elated they are that I’m alive, and as they file out of the room, my attention once again goes to Beef.

“Hey. C’mere.” I murmur, reaching out my hands, wanting a hug. What I get instead is a stuttered sob, a keen wail, and Max looking surprisingly hurt.

“Don’t ever do that again, do you understand? Don’t--don’t make me w-watch you d-die.” His anger dissolves into fear and anguish, and my own vision blurs as he finally stands up and rushes to me, Max careful to avoid my injury, but still bear hugging me, his face buried in the crook of my neck.

“I’m sorry, Beef. I’m sorry,” I murmur, stroking his hair and the nape of his neck. Just as with adrenaline, the shock and fear he’s feeling needs time to wear off, and crying is the best way to distill a good portion of it. Staying close and making sure I’m getting better over the next couple of days will take care of the rest.

Kissing his cheek tenderly, I hold him until his tears subside and he pulls back to wipe them away. He gives me a wet smile, one that nearly starts my own waterworks, and sits down, taking my hand.

“What’s the last thing you remember?” He asks, kissing each of my knuckles gently.

“Making you promise to get laid.” I answer bluntly, the look on his face enough to nearly make me rip my stitches with laughter.

We spend the rest of the afternoon celebrating the lives of our friends the way a military funeral would never permit; food, booze, and music. By the time the sun starts to set, we’re all a little toasted, both from the booze and the cloudless skies. I make my way into the shower to cool off and wash off the saltwater from Rick’s pool, smiling when I feel Dom’s presence behind me. Having spent the afternoon teasing me, it’s no surprise that he’s making good on his promise of bunking up together.

Untying my bikini as I walk into the see-through shower, I can’t help but laugh when Dom turns on music that’s only good for making fantasies come true. With a heavy bass line, and rhythms that remind me of Carnival, it’s clear what he’s silently asking for, and I’ve never been one to deny Dom anything. Getting good and soaked under the spray, I shake my hair out and begin to dance, rolling my hips and shaking my ass in time with the beat. It’s not the first time I’ve given Dom a show, but it’s the first time we’ve been in a position where he can reciprocate at the same time, and much to my excitement, I watch as he slowly takes off his board shorts and lays down on the bed, showing off in a way he knows will drive me mad. With every muscle outlined by the vivid hues of the sunset, he looks like Apollo and my body responds instantly the moment his hand goes to his already-hardening shaft. Dom strokes lazily, in no rush to cum despite the show in front of him, and I groan, knowing I’m in for a long, amazing night.

The song switches over and I continue, making good use of the fog-proof glass to make sure Dom sees exactly what he’s doing to me. Nipples hard, and skin goosebumped, I slowly bend over, smiling when I realize just how quickly he’s gotten to me. There’s no mistaking the wetness between my legs for water, and Dom sits up slightly the moment he notices, his cock jumping in his hand. Keeping my legs spread, I slowly roll my hips, allowing him one last look before I shut off the water and step out, dripping head to toe. A quick towel off only so I don’t soak the bed is the only respite Dom gets before I’m crawling over the bed and bending down to take his cock into my mouth. His sigh of appreciation makes me preen and I don’t hesitate in making his cock disappear in my mouth, smiling around his length when I hear the sound of surprise follow quickly after.

Sex between us is never neat and tidy, and there’s a solid chance we’ll have to launder the sheets in the morning as I continue licking and sucking, making a mess in the process. Dom’s hand slides through my wet strands and I brace myself for the inevitable push down, relaxing my throat and focusing on the weight of his cock on my tongue.

“Jesus fuck, Carmen!” Dom growls out, his eyes catching mine as I pull away from his length with a gasp for air, a mess of his precum and my spit still connecting us. I squeal when Dom yanks me up for a passionate kiss before immediately throwing me down in his previous spot. My hips are in the air before I know it, and I cry out when I feel his warm lips devouring mine, his beard tickling my inner thighs in a way that sends sparks all the way up my spine.

My feet slide down his powerful back as he eats me out with a voracious hunger, Dom making toe-curling noises as he does so. There’s no denying we enjoy each other’s bodies as much as we enjoy a five-star meal, and it’s all I can do not to cum when I see the look of utter hunger in Dom’s eyes.

“Get inside me, please!” I beg him when I feel myself nearing the edge, wanting him to pull out all the stops and take me like the wild animal I know hides just beneath the surface. A wink is all the response I get before I’m once again weightless, Dom putting me on my stomach and pulling my ass up high before standing into a squat on the bed. There’s no need for a warm up thrust with how wet we both are, and I scream in absolute delight as he slides in hard.

“Oh, Dom!” I mewl, giving myself over completely as he starts an intense rhythm, his cock coming nearly all the way out before slamming back inside until his hips are flush with my ass. Neither of us are particularly quiet, but as I feel his heavy sac slap against my clit on every push of his hips, I can’t keep quiet even if I tried.

Dom knows exactly how to work his hips to hit all the sweet spots inside me, and before long, I’ve gone non-verbal, only able to squeak and moan as I clutch the sheets like my life depends on it. Catching a glimpse of us in the mirror only serves to make my eyes roll back, as the contrast of his power against my curves only makes things hotter.

He pulls me up higher, and before I know it, I’m in the pile-driver position, looking up at his tall frame as he jackhammers into me with reckless abandon. Mouth open in a silent scream, all I can do is watch my body stretch to accomodate his girth, each stroke making me wetter and wetter, ever closer to the edge.

With a change in angle, Dom’s thrusts start hitting my g-spot with bullseye-like precision, and I lose all control. Trembling head to toe, I try to beg him to make me cum, but all that comes out are whimpers and moans. He understands though, picking up the pace and fucking into me harder than before, wanting me to go first, as always.

I lose all control and see stars for a moment as I squirt all over his cock and lower abs, Dom continuing to fuck me through every wave of pleasure. When he stills, I focus my attention on him, watching as he begins to empty himself inside me, the heat from his cum radiating with every shot that fills my pussy.

“Carmen!” Dom barks out as his own body goes through a series of shivers in time with each pulse of his cock. Finally, when the haze of cumming has cleared a bit, Dom moves me one last time until we’re laying spooned together, his cock still lodged deep inside me.

“That never gets old,” he chuckles, one hand slipping down between my legs to play, Dom knowing full well I’m gonna need a few more rounds before I’m anywhere near ready to fall asleep.

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