#pt 2 is just eluding me my dudes

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Rafael/Coral Island fanfic pt 7

Happy 2:50am my dudes. I have just finished writing parts 13 and 15 of this nonsense, but 14 is eluding me. Maybe at the weekend I’ll make it make sense. (Oh, and I’ve done a chunk of 16 and 18)

For now, enjoy some more yearning. PS I know blacksmiths don’t make jewellery or smell of woodsmoke. But this is also a fictional character based on some very sexy pixels, so who gaf

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A few weeks had passed since the Cherry Blossom festival, and Rose was pleased with how well it had helped her to fit in with the other islanders. Every day that she had to go into town for something people would stop and greet her, ask how the farm was, how she was. She felt that she had finally found a place she could be happy; it was beginning to feel like home. Today was the annual tree-planting day, and she was looking forward to helping out her new home. She had to admit, though, aside from wanting to be a helpful part of the community, a lot of her was hoping it might be a good excuse to spend time with Rafael. She knew he was always the first to join in with any volunteering projects; a thought that made her heart feel warm in her chest… he was a good man.

It was a clear, bright day, and the sun was warming up the island air nicely. Having completed her work for the morning and thrown on some slightly cleaner clothes Rose made her way to the planting grounds in a crowd of volunteers; it seemed almost the whole island was involved this year. She made pleasant small talk with as many people as she could, and Pablo cornered her with his friend Theo for quite a while. It was clear that for Theo and Pablo, the actual tree-planting came second to socialising, and they both showed off for Rose, cracking jokes and flirting outrageously, though without a hint of sincerity. Rose could see that neither of them meant any of what they said, but flirting was part of who Pablo was, and Theo followed his lead, not wanting to be outdone.

Rafael watched Rose laughing with Theo and Pablo from a little way across the planting ground. He couldn’t hear what they were saying, and probably didn’t want to; he tried not to let the pang of jealousy he felt take over when he saw Theo put a hand on Rose’s arm midway through some joke or other. Seeing her laughing with him felt like something had stabbed him in the chest. It wasn’t that he didn’t like Theo… he knew everyone liked Theo, that was part of the problem. He was at least as popular as Pablo, being considered handsome by everyone, and a very talented musician. Rafael felt that if Theo was interested in Rose there would be little hope in even trying to compete with him. He blushed when he saw Rose look over towards him, hoping she hadn’t noticed his jealous glances, but his heart leapt when she finished her conversation with Theo and Pablo and began walking towards Rafael instead. Awkwardly, he went back to moving the large, heavy saplings, trying desperately to appear busy and unbothered.

“Hey hero,” she smiled as she approached, “save some work for the rest of us! Don’t want you wearing yourself out.”

He straightened up, returning the smile. “Hey Rose. Having… uhm… fun?” He reached across his chest to grab his other arm.

“Oh, you know, trying to mingle, act like I’m actually part of the island and all that. Getting a little bored of making small talk though…” she looked a little guilty at her own honesty. “I mean, not that everyone isn’t lovely and all…” she hesitated, worried she had come off as rude. “But you know… I don’t really know anyone except you and Alice to talk to properly. I guess I should make more of an effort, but with you guys it’s just… easier, if that makes sense?” Her forehead had wrinkled slightly in her worry to make herself understood.

“Makes perfect sense,” Rafael replied, enjoying the idea that he was on such an exclusive list, and even more that Theo and Pablo hadn’t made the cut. “I’m the same. Uhm… not great at talking to people… Uhm…” he wanted to add, “except you” but realised his nervous pauses sort of made that a lie. “I uhm… I like talking to you, too, though.” That made more sense; he might not be good at it, but he did love talking to her, even if it constantly felt like he might suddenly set himself on fire with blushing.

Rose smiled again, looking relieved that he understood. “Would you mind if I hang out with you for the rest of the day? We could, uhm… work together?” She gestured to the saplings in front of him, trying to keep her voice casual, though her heart was tight in her chest.

Rafael’s face split into a grin and he rubbed the back of his neck with one hand. “Of course,” he dropped the hand from his neck, and grabbed a couple of saplings, one in each hand, “I’d like that.”

They worked well together and made a perfect team; Rafael did most of the heavy lifting, but Rose, who was by now pretty strong herself from farm labour did her best to match him. It was tough, but she wasn’t afraid of hard work, and the two were soon hot and sweating under the glorious sunshine. At one point Rafael lifted his shirt to wipe his face on it, revealing a broad, solid body with a soft trail of dark hair running down to the waistband of his jeans. Rose knew she was staring. She couldn’t help it… Biting her bottom lip nervously she dragged her eyes away before he noticed and was thankful that her face was already a little pink from the sun and the hard work. She tried to ignore the butterflies in her stomach, and doubled her efforts to get the next sapling planted, desperately trying not to think about running her fingers over his dark olive skin. There had been a few tense moments for Rafael, too, who had once or twice found himself leaning close over Rose to help move a sapling into place. Having her almost between his arms, close to his chest made his heart beat faster than any heavy lifting. He was reminded of how only the second time they’d met, she had flung herself against his chest, crying. That memory had plagued him in sleepless nights, wishing to feel her against him again, though preferably not sobbing next time. He was having to focus very hard on the smooth bark under his hands to try and keep himself from slipping into fantasies about dropping his arms from the sapling and pulling her towards him, exchanging the bark for her even smoother skin.

After a few hours of work, the volunteers had finished their planting for the day, and sat to enjoy a cold drink before the trek back down the mountain. Rose and Rafael sat on a stone wall in a tired, comfortable silence, sharing a bottle of water between them. At one point Mayor Connor came over to congratulate them on planting more trees than any other pair, and Rafael had smiled shyly at the attention. Rose told the Mayor that it had really been all Rafael, and she had just helped, making the gentle giant blush. When the Mayor left to talk to another group, Alice, Pablo and Theo immediately took his place. Rafael, ignoring the boys’ loud banter leaned towards Rose.

“You uhm… you didn’t need to… I mean, uhm… you worked as hard as me…” his voice was a murmur, almost a whisper, and he was blushing slightly again.

Rose leaned even closer, as close to his ear as she could get without her own face turning red, not wanting the others to hear her response; “Shut up, hero, and take the glory. You deserve a lot more than you get around here.” She pulled back and smiled, a hint of teasing on her face, and turned back to the group. Although Theo and Alice were deep in conversation, the expression on Pablo’s face suggested he had noticed Rose and Rafael’s brief whispering, and he grinned at them both, eyebrow raised. Rafael, still pink, shot Pablo a pleading look. It looked as if it pained Pablo to miss this opportunity to tease his little brother, but he gave a tiny nod, and a look of mock innocence took over his face. As she shifted slightly on the stone wall, the little fingers of Rose and Rafael’s hands met, just touching. She didn’t bother to move her hand away until it was time to head back down the mountain, and neither did he.

At the bottom of the mountain, Pablo and Theo split from the group, heading to the tavern for what they called “a well-earned drink.” Alice was heading back to the inn, complaining of aching muscles after the day’s labour. Pablo and Theo tried to get Rose and Rafael to join them, but when Rose said she was going to head home, Rafael offered to walk her. Pablo, raising one eyebrow again in a knowing manner let them go without further cajoling, and pulled Theo away, turning back to give Rafael a quick wink before he and Theo left in the other direction. Rose tried to look as if she hadn’t seen the wink, and quickly pretended to be fiddling with the strap on her backpack as Rafael, blushing again, shot a furious look at his brother’s retreating back. They walked the short distance back to the farmhouse in a pleasant silence, listening to the birds in the trees. As they arrived at Rose’s door, she had spent the last few minutes weighing up how to bid him farewell, and she turned to face him, summoning some courage from his gentle smile at her.

“I was thinking about hugging you…” she declared, a hint of a blush starting to burn on her chest. “But, I don’t know if you think we’re close enough friends, for hugging, yet?” The blush was swiftly moving along her throat, and she tried to keep her voice calm despite her nerves.

Rafael rubbed the back of his neck, staring downwards, and tried to form some suitable words. He decided not to remind her that, technically, they had already hugged that time she started crying at him out of exhaustion…

“Uhm…” he hesitated, and cleared his throat before making himself to continue. “I uhm… I think we are?” He dropped his hand from his neck and had to force himself not to cross his arm across his chest.

Rose smiled widely, and tentatively moved towards him, her arms outstretched. He returned the movement, and she tucked herself in under his arms for a brief second or two before pulling back, her face on fire now. She had tried not to linger, enjoying the scent of woodsmoke and manly sweat on his clothes, but it was hard to let him go. He too had been enjoying the way her hair somehow smelled of flowers, roses maybe? The embrace had been short, but for both of them it felt like a victory, and their nervous grins matched one another.

“So, I guess I’ll see you around, hero?” Rose had half turned to open her front door, trying not to show her obvious joy too blatantly.

“Definitely.” Rafael replied simply, feeling like he was suddenly as light as a feather. He watched her step inside before heading home, to revel in the memory of her embrace.

#coral island rafael #fanfic #rafael coral island #coral island #fluff #need sleep

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Ghost in the Sun Pt. 1 (Steve Rogers x Enhanced Reader)

Summary: Just because you can make yourself invisible doesn’t mean you can keep yourself from getting a nasty sunburn, and after a grueling mission in the Moroccan desert that’s exactly what’s happened. Luckily Steve is more than willing to help you put aloe on those hard-to-reach places once you get back.

A/N: This was originally supposed to be some post mission fluff, but I started writing about the mission itself and couldn’t stop (I love me some ass-kickin, what can I say). Parts 2-4 coming soon! BTW this is my first ever fanfic- so feedback would be A++, thanks.

Words: 2,556

Warnings: swearing, violence, blood 

You weaved your way through the crowded medina, keeping a close eye on the target you’d been tracking for the past week. He was about 10 meters ahead of you and moving through the crowd quickly. The marketplace was packed with vendors peddling spices, livestock, brightly colored fabrics, pretty much anything you’d expect to find in a Moroccan “suk,” and as much as you’d have loved to take in the sights and brush up on your Arabic with some locals, you were on mission, and your target was doing an annoyingly good job at using the most crowded areas of the market to his advantage- dude had clearly been trained on how to lose a tail.

After the deal that had just gone down you weren’t surprised your target assumed he was being followed: three female hostages in exchange for a semi full of RPG’s, grenades, and more guns than honestly should exist in one place at a time. As worrisome as the arsenal was, it wasn’t the reason that your target had gotten on the Avengers’ radar or why you were now trailing him; it was the hostages. The Avengers had been tasked with finding them and bringing them home safely, and as soon as one of Nat’s contacts got wind of the trade, Steve sent you in to do what you did best: trail, observe, and stay out of sight.

The target ducked out of the market, took a few quick turns through the alleys of the medina and chuckled to himself as he cast a glance over his shoulder. Only locals knew how to navigate the maze of the old city; he’d officially eluded anyone trying to follow him, or so he thought. You sighed to yourself as you brought your finger to your ear “He’s separated from the crowd, do you have eyes on him up top?”

“He went underground, sorry (Y/N), Redwing’s blind up here” Sam voice buzzed in your ear.

Cap cut in, sounding slightly annoyed “A good portion of the medina is made up of tunnels under buildings, we knew this was a possibility”

“S’all good guys, I got this” you retorted with a smile, to be honest you were kind of hoping it would come to this, it was your favorite part of the job. “Initiate radio silence: I’m going ghost.” You quickly threw off the scarf you’d been wearing and disappeared- literally disappeared.

It was an ability you’d had for years and used for all sorts of dubious activities as a teenager, but things only got more extreme after you’d gotten caught up in working for a Mexican cartel. It was a long story, and not one you were particularly proud of, but let’s just say it doesn’t take a whole lot of imagination to figure out why a drug cartel would hire/kidnap someone who could make herself invisible. You liked to call it your “Spring break gone wrong,” but Clint preferred “you evaded the authorities for like 3 years and then I nearly shot you.” (“eh, tomato tomahto” you’d say).

Now completely invisible- thanks to the specially designed clothes Tony had engineered for you- you took off running through the red clay alleys of the old medina to catch up to your target, he couldn’t have gotten far, and Redwing had been able to track his path until he’d entered a tunnel so you knew you’d have no problem catching up to him.

Everybody on the team knew the drill: you’d track your target in silence until he unwittingly led you to his hostages, at which point you’d take him out and call for backup. This was your specialty, you were a master tracker and covert tail, all you needed was: 1. radio silence to ensure that your target (or anyone else for that matter) didn’t hear you or the transmission being made, and 2. to not draw attention to your position by making any noise or disrupting the environment around you (you’d more or less mastered not kicking up stones, but fallen leaves were still a serious pain in your ass).

All the team had to do now was stay out of your way and wait in the jet for your signal.

Steve swiped anxiously at the screens in the jet and bit his lip in thought. He turned to face his team “Remember, any interference from us could give away (Y/N)’s position and compromise her mission.”

“Is that reminder for us or for you, Cap?” Sam smirked as he plopped down on one of the seats in the jet.

“Yeah, if I remember correctly it was you who insisted last time that we go in and rescue (Y/N) and you who instead blew her cover and nearly got her killed” Nat chimed in.

Steve frowned at his teammates “We hadn’t heard from her in 12 hours!” Steve raised his arms into the air as he tried to defend himself, but it was no use, he knew they were right.

“Dude.” Sam tilted his head down slightly and gave him a knowing look.

Steve let out a huff “Alright alright, fine.” he sighed again, “I just get anxious waiting around for her. I don’t like not knowing what’s going on.” He looked back at the monitor which was tracking her position and swiped at it to zoom in. “Where is this guy going anyway?”

You had begun to ask yourself the same thing; your target had taken you through the heart of the old city, up and out past the newer, more modernized part of town, through the residential area and towards the slum that marked the southern edge of the city and the beginning of the desert. He’d been traveling on foot for about 2 hours, which was odd, usually for a journey this long most people would find a car or bike or something, but the target continued walking until he reached the last row of shacks in the slum. He entered the alleyway between the last two houses and pulled at a tarp to reveal a dusty ATV.

Mierda (shit), you thought to yourself

He got on the ATV and revved the engine, you looked around desperately for another vehicle, but as he turned and drove out into the rocky terrain of the desert you knew that that wasn’t an option cause it would give away your position. You quickly drew out your gun and screwed on the silencer. “Shit shit come onnnn” Finally once the silencer was in place you took aim at the ATV and fired. ¡Toma! (take that!) The back right tire immediately deflated and the ATV crawled to a halt. You crouched and watched as your target angrily jumped off of the ATV and raised his weapon in your general direction- expecting to see whoever it was who had just sabotaged him. His eyes desperately searched among the shacks and rubbish, but he found nothing. You smiled to yourself, pinche pendejo (fuckin’ dumbass). You couldn’t help but get a little bit cocky every time something like this happened, you also couldn’t help from slipping into Spanish. To be fair you’d honed most of your skills working for the cartel, so no one could blame you for either habit, as they kind of came with the territory.

Your target turned and looked at the tire again, noting that it hadn’t exploded, but just deflated. He kicked it out of frustration, as he muttered something about it being a “worn out piece of shit.” The target grabbed a pack from the now useless ATV and took off walking in the direction he was originally headed. Before heading out, you took in the terrain: rocky, wide open desert; a few grass plants here and there, but nothing substantial to provide cover. Further out (maybe 4-5 miles if you had to guess) there were some small foothills that turned into mountains, and in all likelihood that was where your target was headed. You decided to give him a wide berth, given that there was literally no cover out here, you’d have to keep your distance in order to remain undiscovered.

You’d been following your target through the desert for nearly 3 hours now, and you had just begun to ascend the trail that you presumed would take you into the mountains, and while you were grateful for the small bottle of water you had on you, it wasn’t nearly enough for a trek like this. The rocky trail zig-zagged up the steep mountain side, and you had to be careful to not kick any stones as you worked your way quietly up the path. Staying about 50 meters behind your target, you continued to push forward, but the heat and rigor of the hike were starting to wear on you. Suddenly the target stopped and turned around, his eyes narrowed, hand hovering about his holstered weapon, you froze.

“Hello?” he called out in Arabic. He took a few steps downhill towards you, his eyes still searching for what he could not see, but had apparently heard. “I know there is someone here, I can hear your footsteps.” He continued to slowly make his way down hill, drawing his weapon as he did; you lowered yourself into a kneeling position, preparing yourself in case he decided to shoot (a trick you’d learned pretty early on: people don’t generally shoot at the ground when they’re aiming for a person they can’t see). You watched as the man got closer and closer to you; there were a few ways you could play this, depending on what he did, but your best bet was to stay absolutely silent- no movement, limited breathing even- and wait for your target to slowly convince himself that he had heard nothing, that the heat was starting to get to him and he had imagined it. In reality that was your only option that didn’t involve completely blowing your cover, so you were really hoping that there’d be no need for plan B.

You knelt on the side of the path as your target continued to call out to the air, he was just about level with you now, and any noise from you would be easily detected. With a painfully slow and careful pace, you reached your right hand down to the ground and picked up a small stone, as soon as your target walked past you down the hill, you chucked the stone up the path to where he had been standing when he first stopped. The stone collided with a crash onto the other rocks, and your target turned on his heel and fired a shot at the source of the noise. You held your breath and waited to see if he would take the bait. After what felt like an eternity, he made his way back up the hill to investigate where he had shot. You breathed out shakily.

He reached out to blindly feel for a body, (you would have laughed at how ridiculous he looked had it not been for the adrenaline currently coursing through your veins and the life or death situation at hand) but upon finding nothing he straightened up and shook his head slightly. He looked around one last time and then continued up the path. You let out a quiet sigh of relief and stayed where you were for a moment. Now that he had been spooked you really had to be careful to keep your distance and keep silent.

You also had to hope that Cap would actually maintain radio silence this time.

After waiting a moment you rose from your position and continued to quietly make your way up the path. You had lost sight of your target but you knew he was far enough ahead of you on the path that once you rounded the next corner you’d have a clear view of him.

As you worked your way up and around the next turn you felt something tug at your toe. You looked down. Is that a fuckin trip wire? Your eyes widen but before you can process what’s happening you’re brought to the ground with a thud. Ese hijo de puta (that son of a bitch) had been waiting on the next level up of the path, and as soon as he saw the trip wire move he pounced. You maintain your invisibility and throw your arms up in front of your face to start defending yourself as he straddles your torso. The assailant pulls two six inch blades from their holsters and stabs and swipes blindly at you. He leaves cuts on your arms, and even manages to stab you in the shoulder as you struggle to deflect his attacks and wriggle free. The assailant yelps out an almost insane laugh as he sees red streaks and drips of blood appear out of the nothingness he’s fighting. You finally manage to roll over onto your stomach and push yourself up with you arms and legs, lifting him up with you. He slashes a long gash into your back as you buck him off of you and stand up straight, grabbing your own knife to defend yourself. Having lost track of where you are, el cabrón (the asshole) lunges forward, knife-first towards you, you easily avoid the attack, grab his arm and force one of his blades from his grasp so you can chuck it down the mountain. He slices at you with his remaining knife, this time leaving a long gash down the front of your torso. You separate yourself from him to give yourself some distance and regain the advantage. He lunges blindly towards you again, this time you move around behind him and kick him in the back so he falls down the path, he loses his grip on his other knife and it falls over the cliff side. He turns back to you with a rage in his eyes, he pulls out his gun and desperately starts searching for any sign of you. You’re about to take out your gun when you remember the mission and exactly what’s at stake. You still needed to find those three hostages, and they could be anywhere in these mountains. If you were to take out your target now, your mission would be a failure. You needed to let him win, or at the very least make him think he’d won if you ever want to find those hostages.

Your attacker’s face drops into a sinister smile, the blood from your wounds had given him a nice little “x marks the spot”- you’d been made. He empties his clip in your direction, you drop to the ground with a thud, roll to the edge of the path and let gravity do the rest as you fall over sharp rocks down to the next level of the zig-zagged trail. You let out a loud moan and try to curl as close to the mountain side as you can when as he leans over the edge to see the results of his work. He reloads his gun and fires three more shots down towards where you’ve landed and waits. He sees a small pool of blood forming and sighs with relief. Just as he’s about to turn to continue moving uphill he stops himself and spits down towards you, muttering “serves you right, demon.”

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part 2 coming soon! please let me know what you thought for a first try at writing fanfic (seriously plz let me know haha) 

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