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Leo DiCaprio imagine: Red

1.2k words

"Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end / Street / Faster then the wind, passionate as sin..."

“I did it, Baby! I got the part!” Leo’s animated voice announced into the phone’s receiver. “I’m gonna be Romeo!” His breath was heavy, almost in bewilderment.

My heart swelled with pride, a grin spreading across my face. “That’s amazing, Leo! I’m so proud of you.”

“We’re going to celebrate!” Leo beamed, clearing his throat. “You don’t need to get dolled up, just put on something comfortable and be ready in an hour!”

The line clicked, making me realize he had hung up. A chuckle left my throat as I stood from my bed, darting over to my closet. Something comfortable must have meant a sweater and jeans, seeing as how it was early February.

Leo had been yearning after this role ever since he stumbled upon the audition sheet with his agent, and good friend, Rick. There had been many nights where I would find him in the dining room, pacing about and reciting lines in the wee hours of the morning.

His commitment to acting was extremely endearing. He never stopped until he knew it was right, even if that meant losing sleep for weeks. I had helped a few nights, reading Juliett’s lines; That usually turned into him giggling like a little boy when he got to kiss me. I had always responded by playfully smacking his arm and pulling him in, a smile etching its way across my own face.

* * * * *

The door opened as I walked down the staircase, fixing my boot. The most beautiful boy stood tall, a bright smile across his face. His dirty blonde hair was disheveled, strands covering his face. “You look stunning.” Was the only thing he said, his grin growing.

He raced over to me, stopping when his chest was about to touch mine. His brush-stroked eyebrows were pinched up, his smile stretching across his whole face. His long, ivory fingers cupped my cheek and I turned into his palm to lay a kiss upon it.

His left hand found its way across my waist, forehead gently resting against my own. “Kiss me, you goof.” I giggled, wrapping my arm around his neck.

Leo didn’t need to be told twice, he crashed his pillowy lips against mine. His kisses were always passionate, no matter how tired or upset he was. Deep relishing kisses. The type of kisses that made your knees weak and want to sink into him. So passionate. Like red.

We broke apart a minute later for air, the atmosphere quiet and comfortable. I cupped his cheeks in my palms, admiring his beauty and enchanting eyes. “You have no idea how proud of you I am.” I laid a kiss upon his cheek, which made him grin.

“As much as I adore holding you,” he started, fingertips roaming the valley of my neck “but I do believe our daylight is running out.” His fingers found mine and he darted for the door, my feet just barely keeping up.

It was exhilarating. Whenever I was with Leo it seemed like all my fears and doubts would melt away, like he was my umbrella deflecting everything ‘wrong’. But now, as we run down the gravel path of our house laughing and giggling, I realize just how much I cared for him.

The beautiful autumn colors whizzed past us as he pulled me to his car, parked at the end of the gravel path. His maserati sat at the end of the driveway, a silver stallion just waiting to be mounted.

The sound of honey poured from his lips, a deep sound. It radiated into the air, seemingly to make the sun brighter and the leaves around us enhance in color.

My own laughter escaped my throat, almost tripping over my feet against Leo's pounding momentum. I couldn't blame him, this could possibly be the role of a lifetime.

He came to a sudden halt, which made me fall into his back. Couldn't even warn me, apparently. I rolled my eyes, a chuckle escaping my mouth. He turned and offered me a smile. Damn, that smile.

The passenger door opened, and he led me inside. I thanked him, and he just ran to the other side of the vehicle.

Where we were going? I had no clue. With Leo we could either be driving to a fancy restaurant or, we could be going to a field of enchanting flowers and mushrooms. I adored that about him.

I looked out of the window as he stepped in and overturned the engine. The sound of our favorite song being spewed from the speakers, funnily enough, which was 'Killing Me Softly'.

When I first met Leo, we were at a highschool party which we had both crashed. We bumped into each other on the dancefloor and started talking. We talked for a while until this song came on. He had asked me to dance. And we did. We danced together for the rest of the night.

"I heard he sang a good song!" Leo sang, rolling down the windows with a grin. "I heard he had a style" with one hand on the wheel, he interlocked our fingers.

Looking over at him, I caught myself gazing into his diamond eyes. "And so I came to see him" I laughed, staring into his twinkling blues. "And listen for a while."

About a few songs later, we came up to a dead end street that lead the way to a flower field. My head snapped over to Leo, who pressed on the gas. Confusion washed over my face, why did he speed up?

"Hey, Honey?" I asked him, looking over.

His expression was set in determination, his mouth quirking to the side in a smirk. "Hang on!" He said, letting his foot's weight rest on the pedal.

Was he actually going to speed into a field? There's no way. Although the determined glare said otherwise. My hand flew into the air and grasped the 'oh shit' handle. "Leo," I warned.

"We'll be fine!" He yelped, now flooring it.

Houses and people flew past us, almost making my head-spin. "Leonardo!" My grip tightened. My heart rate started to escalate, in a few moments it would be pounding against my ribcage.

"Trust me!" Was all he said, his dirty blonde hair being whipped around by the air. His eyes started to shine, if that was at all more possible.

Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe the calm look in his eye or, maybe it was because I loved him but I trusted him. I trusted him completely.

Thank God this was a dead end street.

The transition from concrete to grass made the car jerk. Leo swiftly wrenched the wheel to his left, making both our bodies tug to one side. A screech left my throat as the car spun full throttle, but somehow Leo kept it all under control.

The car spun to a stop. Once the car had stopped, Leo and I started giggling. I knew he would somehow keep us safe.

"See? 'Ya just had to trust me." He looked over at me, a bright smile flashing across his face. "C'mon, our picnic dinner is going bad."

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Bonded to you Pt.10

Daryl Dixon x Reader

Chapter: 10/17

Words: 3387

Updated on Mondays

Summary:  Daryl and reader had a something while they both stayed at the Sanctuary after the Saviours were defeated, a secret sort of relationship, that reader wanted to make something more. However, after Rick blows the bridge, Daryl leaves her without a word, unaware of her being pregnant with his child and it’s not after almost two years that Daryl finds out he has a child…and his anger at reader for not having told him before, rivals with reader’s anger at having being tossed aside as nothing by him those to years ago…will they be able to put aside their hurt feelings and resenment, for their kid? Will maybe be able to pick up their relationship again?

Dad Daryl, cute fluffy baby-toddler moments, angsty/awkward reader relationship.

You can find more chapters and  Daryl fics in my masterlist.

Last chapter, Daryl, Y/N went to the Kingdom so Carol could meet their kid, and she wanted to speak with reader...

*

“Come on, then,” Daryl reached out his hand to her, and Naia took it, and you smiled as you watched him helping Naia walk towards the goats, Ezekiel with them. You followed them, but stopped, anxious all over again, when you felt Carol’s hand in your arm, holding you back.

“I want to talk to you.”

“Yes?” You asked, swallowing hard.

“Why did you come back?”

“Sorry?” You blinked at Carol, confused.

“You never told Daryl, or anyone, that he had a daughter, and now, almost two years later, you suddenly go back to Alexandria and tell him? Why?”

Carol was suspicious of you, you could see it in her eyes, and you wondered what did she think you were trying to achieve, because by now you had just managed to get people upset. You wondered if she thought you might be trying to play something on Daryl, or trying to get something from him, or anything that might hurt him in any way. You understood that she wanted to protect him, but you hated that she saw you like that.

“I didn’t plan to. I just wanted to go back and visit Alexandria and the people I knew there, I used to live there after all, and I was told that Michonne had a baby too. I didn’t know Daryl was there, I didn’t want to see him again,” you explained with cold, blunt honestly, you rather have Carol hating you than looking at you as if you might be trying to plot something on Daryl, which you’d never do, or to her thinking that you had gone to beg him to come back to you, which was humiliating. “Then the kidnapped happened, you heard of it, right? Michonne and Daryl found the kids and brought them back. I told him Naia was his. End of story.”

Carol just looked at you with hard eyes. “So if Daryl had never gone to Alexandria, you’d have gone all your life without telling him that he had a daughter.”

“Probably.” You admitted and Carol scoffed.

“So you’d have kept from him forever that he had a daughter, and would have kept your daughter without his father.” Carol nodded towards them. Daryl was smiling in that way he only did when he was with Naia, helping her pet one of the sheep while she giggled happily.“Why?”

“They couldn’t miss what they didn’t know existed anyway.” You shrugged, even if you loved the relationship that Naia and Daryl had now, you were tired of being antagonized.

Carol scoffed again. “I’m trying to like you but you’re not making it easy.”

“I don’t care what you think of me.” You tried to overcome your apprehension and stand for yourself. “You care for Daryl and you’re his family, and therefore Naia’s family too, and for that I respect you. But I don’t care what all of you think of me, and this is something between Daryl and me.

Carol looked at you in silence again, and you were about to turn and go to Naia and Daryl when she spoke again. “It is between you and him, whatever you two had, but I know him, I don’t believe it was just fucking and nothing else.”

You didn’t know what to say to that. It had never been about ‘fucking’, you knew that, but that didn’t mean that there had been romantic feelings of any kind involved, other than just comfort, support, and companionship. You had thought, two years ago, that Daryl and you had something, unspoken, but something, something that might grow, that Daryl did care for you in a special way. He had said he did, you remembered it. But then he had left you, without giving you a word, a look, or a thought, and so maybe there’d been nothing between you two, nothing besides finding comfort in each other when you both needed it. You hated how it still hurt so much to think about it. You didn’t want to do it.

“So, if you knew him even a bit,” Carol kept going. “You couldn’t have thought that he’d not care for his kid, or mistreat her.” You shook your head, you had never thought that, and he’d proven to be a great father. “So then, why did you hide her from him?”

You let out a sigh, you were tired of having to remember. “He’s the one who left, not me, he left first. I tried to tell him. I went to the woods when he was looking for Rick’s body. He didn’t listen to me, he walked away from me without even let me speak or without saying anything, without looking at me.” Just remembering it was painful and you felt your heart breaking again, but you wanted to appear strong in front of Carol. “And I didn’t want to be near him when he had made clear that he didn’t care at all.” You admitted. “Yes, I left, but he walked away first!”

“You were carrying her daughter! He had the right to know!” Carol said, shaking her head. “What, Daryl dumped you and you were bitter so you decided to just run away carrying his daughter without never let him know he had a kid?”

“Yes, that is it exactly!” You snapped back, tired of all of this, and you just felt angrier when you felt tears in your eyes. “He broke my heart into pieces and stepped on them, and I couldn’t stand the idea of having to be near him again after that, and I’m selfish enough to not want my daughter to know his father, and to have Daryl never knowing he got a kid, if that meant I didn’t have to feel like that again by being near him knowing that I was nothing to him, that I never meant anything to him!” You had never said that to anyone, and you hated that you had just blurted it out, to Carol no less.

“What’s going on?”

Before Carol could say anything, you heard Daryl’s voice. You looked back and saw that he had approached Carol and you when he noticed you weren’t going, Naia on his arms.

“Nothing,” you said, still agitated, rubbing your eyes. “Everything is perfectly fine.”

“Moma?” Naia pouted, reaching towards you from Daryl’s arms, while Daryl looked from you to Carol and back at you, frowning. “Sad.”

“No, no sweetheart,” you rushed to give her a smile. “I’m not sad, I’m fine.” Daryl passed you Naia, looking at you carefully but you couldn’t look at him, and you held Naia to you. “Did you like the goats? Yes? Can you show them to me?” Without looking at Daryl or Carol, you began walking to the goats, trying to give a smile to Ezekiel, trying not to think on how you had exploded and blurted out all your emotions to Carol. You didn’t want to think about it again, and people could think whatever they wanted, you didn’t care.

*

Later that day, you were sat down on one of the Kingdom porches. Daryl, Carol, and Ezekiel had been talking business about farming, trading, runs, and what the communities needed, and you had sneaked away to be alone, taking Naia with you. She was sat down too, playing with some construction blocks that someone had lent her.

You were still feeling awful after your argument with Carol, and you hated how you had exploded and confessed your feelings like that, you didn’t want to appear weak, you didn’t want them to think of you like a scorned woman who had a schoolgirl crush and turned bitter when it didn’t work. You really didn’t want to quarrel with Carol, but you couldn’t help yourself, and it wasn’t like she was making it easy on you either.

“Dada!” Naia grinned and when you looked up, you saw Daryl approaching you both. You hoped he wasn’t angry or upset, but you knew he wouldn’t like that Carol and you had been arguing.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He crouched down next to Naia. “What are you doing?” Naia showed him one of the construction blocks. “Looks like fun. Keep going and one day we can put together a bike.” He leaned to kiss the top of her head, and Naia grinned before focusing her attention back to the blocks. Once she was engrossed with the blocks again, Daryl went to sit down next to you.

“Hey.”

“Hey.”

“Look, Y/N…I’m sorry about Carol, before…” Daryl said, looking down.

“No, I get it.” You shrugged, fidgeting.

“She’s just…”

“Protective?”

“Yeah.” Daryl glanced at you.

“That’s good, I wish I had someone like that,” you let out a sigh.

Daryl stayed quietly for a little bit, fidgeting, before he spoke again. “You know how I feel about you keeping Naia from me, that I didn’t get to know she existed until now…

“I know…” You muttered.

“But I hurt you too, and what I did to you was wrong,” Daryl said, taking you by surprise. “When I left…the way in which I left things with you, it was wrong. I ain’t proud of it, I didn’t mean to but I hurt you.” You bit your lip, it was getting hard not to cry, and you didn’t know what to say. “I was an asshole to you and didn’t do right by you, and I’m sorry about it.”

“Thank you for saying that,” you said weakly, rubbing at your eyes when they stubbornly refused to stay dry, before hugging your knees to your chest, hating to feel that vulnerable. “But I’m glad we can…not forget, but put all that aside to take care of our child together, because that’s what’s better for her.”

The resentment and the guilt were still there, both in yours and Daryl’s side, but it’d been months since the last time you two fought, and even though the awkwardness was still there between you two, the tension wasn’t as high as once had been, and you knew that was better for Naia, you were sure she could feel it.

“Me too.” Daryl nodded. “At least we made something good, yeah?” He nodded at Naia, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lip.

“Yes, yes we did.” You snorted even though your eyes were wet again. “Pretty good.”

“Never thought I’d be a dad, not before the world went to shit not now,” Daryl said, fidgeting as if he were shy. He was a great dad and you knew how he loved Naia, and you were sure Naia loved him too now. “Anyway…” Daryl said awkwardly. “We should go have dinner with everyone else.”

“Okay,” You nodded, giving Daryl a weak, sad smile, and you hoped dinner wouldn’t become another argument with someone. You were more than done with that.

*

There weren’t more arguments at dinner, though you still felt awkward and anxious. You had Naia sat down on your lap while you had your dinner, and you smiled when she picked one of her carrots and reached out towards Daryl, who was sat down next to you both.

“What? You don’t like that one?” He asked her and Naia didn’t say anything, just smiled as she showed him the carrot again, and so Daryl took a bite of it. “It’s really good, yeah?” Naia just smiled wider and then she looked at you, now reaching out for you, and so you took another bite of the carrot. Once Naia was content, she kept eating her dinner. It seemed she had a thing for feeding people, and it always made you smile.

You peeked at Carol, and she was smiling softly at Daryl and Naia. Yes, you understood, they were pretty cute, you knew it too well.

“What if I make cookies for breakfast tomorrow, Naia, you’d like that?” Carol asked her. Naia looked at her and didn’t say anything, but she smiled, she was still shy but she was warming up to Carol and Ezekiel.

“It’s been years since I ate one of your cookies,” Daryl commented.

“Then maybe you should come more often.” Carol chuckled. “And bring Naia again.”

You didn’t know if you looked forwards to coming more times, but you tried to remind yourself that they were Naia’s family, it was normal that they wanted to see her, and it was good, you needed to do what was right for her. You trusted that Daryl would keep Naia safe and take good care of her, but still, you couldn’t bear the idea of her traveling without you, and you weren’t sure Naia would want it either, no matter she loved Daryl and she was becoming very attached to him too. Where Naia went, you’d go too, dirty looks and harsh words were damned.

*

You were getting ready for bed in a room that you had been given, when you heard a knock on the door. You wondered who it might be, Naia had already said goodbye to Daryl, and when you opened the door and found Carol there, you almost closed it again out of instinct.

“Don’t worry, I haven’t come to fight,” Carol said with a smirk as if she could read your mind. “I hope I hadn’t woke you up, right?”

“No.” You shook your head, confused at what Carol might want.

“Ezekiel found this book, it was Henry’s but he’s too grown up for it now apparently.” Carol showed you a fairytales book. “But Naia might like it?”

“Sure, she likes books, thank you.” You nodded, walking back so Carol could come in, and Naia looked at her from her spot on the bed.

“Hello, honey, look.” Carol sat down near Naia and showed her the book. “For you.” Naia was still a bit shy, but she reached out for the book. It didn’t have as many pictures as the books she had at home, but the cover was pretty, and when she opened it, you saw a pretty drawing in one of the pages too. Naia looked at Carol, pointing at the drawing. “It’s pretty.”

“Pretty,” Naia babbled.

“It is, say thank you to aunt Carol,” you said, and Naia babbled Carol’s name, smiling, thanking her.

“It’s nothing, darling.” Carol shrugged, but you saw her smile getting bigger and her eyes lighting up with emotion. “It’s late, I should let you both sleep.”

“Okay, thank you again.” You nodded and looked at Naia. “We have to sleep now, but we’ll read one of the stories tomorrow, okay? I’m sure if you ask dad, he’ll read you the whole book.”

“Dad would do anything including jump off a window if you asked him, probably.” Carol chuckled.

“Yeah, probably.” You snorted. Daryl adored Naia and she had him all wrapped around her finger, but she loved him back too, she’d gotten lucky in the father department, you knew.

“Anyway, I’ll see you tomorrow with a bunch of cookies, honey, bye,” Carol waved at Naia, who smiled and waved too, babbling a bye, before focusing on the book again. “Y/N…can we speak for a second?”

“Sure…” You frowned, wondering what she wanted to tell you that she didn’t want Naia to hear, it couldn’t be anything good, and you felt anxious at what it might be.

“So…” Carol began once she stepped out of the room. “As I said, it’s not my business, whatever went on between Daryl and you. But…I know what you think of whatever it was, but as I said, I know Daryl, and I don’t believe that whatever it was, it was just…sleeping together, without any sort of feelings involved.”

You knew she was talking about your earlier outburst, when you’d said you knew you’d meant nothing to Daryl, but you didn’t want to think about it again, it hurt too much, and Carol’s words didn’t make it easier. Sure, it hadn’t been only sleeping together, Daryl had looked for comfort in you, you knew, but that didn’t mean he’d had any other sort of feelings for you…and if he did, they hadn’t been strong enough for him to no leave you…

You didn’t know what to say, couldn’t say anything, you didn’t want to think about it and you were embarrassed to feel your eyes getting wet. “I gotta get Naia to sleep.” You just whispered, closing the door and Carol nodded.

“Goodnight.”

*

The next morning, you ended up leaving later than planned, after having breakfast on Carol’s honestly delicious cookies, and then playing with the goats and sheep again. Naia really seemed to like animals the older she got, and you were sad you couldn’t give her any pet, though maybe you could radio the Hilltop and ask if maybe they had any dog or cat around…

By the time you were ready to leave, the cart full of things to take from the Kingdom to Alexandria, Naia had allowed Carol and Ezekiel to hold her and kiss her goodbye, less shy today. They had known her for a day but they already seemed very fond of her, and no matter your argument with Carol, you were glad of it.

During the journey, you read aloud some of the stories of the book that Carol had given Naia, so she’d be entertained, until she was hungry and so you three stopped to eat the lunch that Carol had prepared you.

“Do you want me to drive the cart now?” You offered to Daryl once you finished lunch, while he fed the horse, letting Naia pet her.

“Nah, it’s fine.”

“I really don’t mind, I should practice. You can read to Naia now, if you want.”

“Alright, then.”

It took you a bit, but finally, you got the hang of how to drive the cart and guide the horse, and you knew it was a skill you should master now that fuel wasn’t common and nobody really drove cars around anymore. Daryl didn’t get to read to Naia much, since as most days, she dozed off after lunch, napping snuggled to Daryl. You looked at them and couldn’t help your smile at how sweet they looked, no matter that  your heart hurt at it too, looking at Naia sleeping peacefully and at Daryl looking at her, seeming totally enraptured as he stroked her hair softly.

By the time you arrived at Alexandria and finished helping to sort everything that you had brought from Alexandria, it was almost dinner time, and you approached Daryl, holding Naia’s hand as you helped her walk. “Hey, are you busy?”

Daryl frowned at you. “No, I finished with this and I saw Judith and RJ already, why?”

“Just wondering if you want to read another story of the book to Naia while I cook dinner, if you’re not busy.” You shrugged, you weren’t sure why you were asking, but after all, that had been your routine in Alexandria for a while now.

“Yeah, sure.” Daryl nodded, the corner of his mouth twitching into a small smile.

From the kitchen, you smiled as you heard Daryl reading a story to Naia while you got some vegetables ready and also some dried meat that Daryl had gotten you. Once you were done, you walked into the living room to find Naia sat down on Daryl’s lap, flipping through the pages of the book, looking for the pictures.

“Dinner’s ready,” you said and Naia looked up from the book, smiling at you and pointing at one picture. “Very pretty, honey.”

“Alright, sweetheart.” Daryl picked up Naia to get up. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” he said, leaning to kiss Naia’s forehead.

You chewed your lip but made your decision, speaking before Daryl lowered Naia down. “Actually, maybe, if you want to stay for dinner, we have enough food…” You said shyly.

Daryl frowned at you, seeming surprised. “You sure?”

“If you want to and are not busy.” You shrugged. Naia liked to spend time with Daryl, and like you have seen the day before, she’d probably enjoy having diner with him and trying to feed him his food as he did to you. Besides, even though your feelings of sadness and bitterness were still there, gripping your heart sometimes when you were near Daryl, it’d become more manageable, and Daryl and you had been months without arguing, you could push past the awkwardness for your kid. Besides, he’d apologized and he really seemed to mean it…

“Okay, thanks.” Daryl nodded, giving you a small, lopsided smile that you’d always loved, and you looked away, trying not to feel the pain in your heart, as Daryl followed you to the kitchen, Naia in his arms.

*

Well...I hope you don’t hate this chapters and the conversation with Carol too much...and at least we got some more talking from Daryl.

Thank you for the support in last chapter, I’m not doing good lately and writing is a strugge, so your support means the world. If you liked this chapter, please let me know your thoughts if you have time.

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[grimessbitch]

Trauma - Father figure! Daryl x reader

//Drabble//

Warnings: talks and sign of passed abuse, no hate to Carol or Negan or Daryl they’re badass characters and I love them I just gotta have em bad, Daryl is a dickhead.

A/n: in this it’s a different ending? Rick doesnt ‘die’, they kill Negan and Carl doesn’t die, and that’s about it.

You and Daryl had always been close, very close if you asked Rick and he was grateful he found someone that you connected so well with to be your father. Only Rick knew about how your biological dad treated you especially whenever Negan took you and him to a bridge but it was only time before he told Daryl then Michonne. You understood what happened whenever you were younger and occasionally some days would be worse than others with it. You latched you Daryl because you remembered him from his time being a prisoner at the Sanctuary, everything was smooth until Daryl was interested in Carol and pushed you almost out of the picture, Rick always gave you the option to leave and go back to the remainder of the sanctuary that Dwight ran partnered with a few old Alexandrians but you never chose to because you hated remembering your dad, even dead he still haunted you.

You stumbled through the woods next to Daryl, you told everybody goodbye except for Daryl which was most definitely going to be the hardest part of leaving, he did raise you for almost ten years now leaving you at the ripe age of sixteen. “So...I’m leaving for the sanctuary with Michonne tonight..” you admitted not looking at Daryl as you continued to walk even after he stopped. “Hey! Stop!” He yelled looking at you, slowly turning around you looked at him and tried your best to stand your ground “why the hell are you going back!?” He yelled his temper slowly rising “d-Daryl..I’m not a kid anymore and I’m ready to fix what my dad did...and you need to move on with bigger things, like Carol” you smiled softly your voice cracking “no! You don’t get to just leave like that! No god Damnit you’re staying!” He screamed walking closer “we need this!” You yelled biting your lip feeling the first tear hit your cheek; you screamed and fell to the damp muddy ground holding your head as Daryl raised his hand out of anger, not realizing his mistake he growled “go then! Go! And never fucking come back! I-I don’t want to ever fucking see you!” Every chant leaving his lips felt like a stabbing pain in your chest “all you’re going to do is disappoint them all over again! You’re a kid!” He yelled, once he turned around and stormed off you left for your travel, so much for grabbing the rest of your things.

You wouldn’t get to the sanctuary for three more days, and whenever you’d get there you’d be sick, horribly sick, while you’re walk a blizzard had hit and almost killed you and every alive thing around you. Unknown to you a certain archer was panicking with stress searching every bit of the woods for you or worse..your corpse. Dwight slowly came into your room sitting on the bed next to you holding out a comic book “Michonne brought it over..said Carl wanted you to have it..” he whispered pushing the hair out of your face laying the book next to you. You were still weak and tired but the color had came back to your eyes letting you look a lot more alive and well, you also gained the weight you lost while trying to fight for your life against the cold weather. “She’s coming by today..gonna drop off some things..Daryl has been trying to force information out of us about where you are on the walkie-talkie..” he whispered “I don’t wanna talk to him...” you whispered turning away from both of them messing with your sleep pants.

You’d refuse to talk to Daryl for another two days, leaving the time you were gone to be about four almost five days, and whenever you finally did, you wished you would’ve just forgot about him, Rick’s words still repeated in your head “he left for New Mexico three days ago” you walked through Alexandria quietly hugging Carl and Judith whenever they walked up to check up on you “how are you..about your dad leaving you?..” Carl asked you as you both walked around the streets “I’m fine” you whispered shrugging “I told him it was best if..- we had a..- I don’t know what you’d call it..he was like my dad and I thought the best thing for me was to leave and fix my dad’s wrong doings...and he respected that and left..I just wish he would’ve stayed longer...” you whispered messing with you hands “I never got a chance to get better and talk to him..” you said kicking a small pebble with your foot “if he came back what would you do..?” He askee as you turned around the corner again “I dunno...I’m really not sure..” you mumbled nervously, outside was a decent day, the snow was almost melting and it smelt like fresh clean air, something you hadn’t smelt for awhile.

“So why don’t you like Carol?..” he asked shifting Judith from his left to right hip “I dunno...ever since I started staying with Daryl and he started to raise me I could never remember her actually talking or giving me any nice stares, just glares and grumbles. “So she’s...jealous?..” he asked tilting his head looking at you “thats the thing...whenever we fell into that cave because she ran off...she tried to blow it up while I was still inside...if Daryl would’ve chased after Carol instead of actually looking for me I probably would’ve became a walker snack” you giggled as you turned another corner freezing, the gate was closing and Daryl was standing there proudly with Carol, there was something different about this, as you got closer you saw it, a makeshift ring sitting on her finger and his arm sat around her waist, so while you were lost in a blizzard he was getting engaged.

Carl tried to stop you as you stormed up but there was no stopping the giant scene about to break out. “Y/n?” Daryl asked looking at you in shock “a year..you looked for Carol for a fucking year! You looked for Sophia for months!” You screamed your voice cracking as you punched Daryl’s jaw as hard as you could sending him falling to the ground. “You looked for my dad’s dead body so I would’nt see his corpse for three months...and you didn’t even look for me a week...what did I do wrong?...” you whispered ending your rant by Rick helping you up off of Daryl, allowing the man to get up and put a bandana on his now bloody nose. “Y/n..it’s not like that and you kn-“ you cut him off by glaring “end to top it off...whenever I thought you left to clear your mind like you did whenever merle died...or whenever Carol left you for the third time but turns out...you were getting hitched in New Mexico” you growled stepping closer “I’m hurt. And I’m gonna make sure you know it” you whispered turning around walking back to Dwight who was closing up a trade with Michonne.

You would return on your seventeenth birthday, you’d return to follow through with your promise, sadly you turned into exactly what Rick believed you wouldn’t, your father. You stared at the Alexandrans kneeling in front of you but you watched a certain man. “Y/n stop this. Right now. Stop acting like a god damn child!” Daryl yelled clearly thinking you could stop him while Rick cried loudly, Michonne next to him silently crying, both of them knowing one or more were going to die. Carl watched him the far right of the line up, Four year old Judith next to him kneeling whining about her knees. “Take them away. Put them in the truck..they don’t need to see this” you said to Dwight nodding towards Judith and Carl, taking a deep breath you looked at Daryl, your goal was to break him, not for leaving you or leaving with Carol of all people, but for blaming you for your dad’s actions your entire life, and for the first few years of your time with Daryl he made sure you knew how horrible your dad was. “You pissin your pants yet?” She smirked stepping back looking down the line looking at the people you grew up with. Michonne, Rick, Daryl, Carol, Eugene, Ezekiel, Jesus, Tara, and Aaron. “Go. Everybody but him go home...you don’t deserve this” you mumbled in defeat letting Lucille drop to the ground.

Watching as everybody rose to their feet and quickly ran towards Alexandria you rethought what you were doing, was this okay? Should you just back down? No. You needed to get your revenge for everything. “You...you made me feel hated...then loved then it’s like..you just got tired of raising me and quit..especially whenever Carol came along” you whispered glaring at him, as the time passed with you glaring at Daryl waiting for him to apologize more rage grew in the pit of your stomach. The apologize never came only words that encouraged your motives more “you’ve gone fucking crazy, kid.” Hed say to you before spitting his blood right next to your boot, you grabbed Lucille tighter before swinging the baseball bat watching as Daryl’s blood landed on the gravel, you repeatedly swung the bat until you fell to the ground sobbing

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[cakesunflower]

Quiet Hours [College!Luke AU] Ch. 13

Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13

INSTEAD OF STRESSING out about what some boy thought of her, Ophelia made sure her frustrations were dedicated towards the schoolwork she had to get done. She was a junior in college with a big workload that she was constantly trying to lessen—she didn’t need to get distracted over what the hell was going on with some boy that she had sex with a couple of times. Even if she did sometimes, quite creepily, found herself straining her ear to make out what Luke was doing in his bedroom in the apartment over.

She stopped doing so when she realized just how strange and pathetic that was.

Ophelia found herself at The Hideout with her friends, with Shawn coming along with Tanya and Isabelle bringing Jill, a girl she had recently started seeing. It was a good way to unwind after a long week of writing two research papers and presenting a project. She felt the special need to reward herself because she submitted the weekly paper for her online class early even though it’s due on Sunday, so Ophelia virtually had no homework for the weekend and a lot of time to find some kind of distraction to keep her from thinking of the one person who kept creeping into her mind.

“I love these,” Ophelia commented as she took a sip of her Coke, lips wrapped around the straw as she drank the beverage from a classic glass bottle. Not many places served the soda like this, and it was one of the little things in life that made Ophelia happy.

Shawn, sitting across from her in the booth with his left arm draped around Tanya’s shoulders, snickered as he used his free hand to pick up the nachos on the table between them. “Don’t break it like last time,” he remarked, to which everyone laughed while Ophelia whined about her dropping the bottle when she was drunk and it shattering to pieces happening only one time.

Just then Tanya perked up as her dark eyes went to something over Ophelia’s shoulder and past the booth. “Oh, the dart board is available—c’mon, Lia.”

She had been wanting to play a round of darts since the group of them walked into the bar, but the board had been occupied until now. So the two slid out and wandered towards the back wall by the bar, with Tanya plucking out darts from the board and handing Ophelia the green ones. Jesse’s Girl by Rick Springfield was playing through the speakers as, on the other side, the sound of pool balls clinking together could be heard. Ophelia went first, standing the appropriate distance as she threw the first dart. It was on the outer ring, the second landing there as well before the other two landed on the inner one and the last being a bullseye.

As she pulled off her darts and stepped aside to let Tanya go, Ophelia crossed her arms over her chest when she heard her friend say, “okay, spill. What’s been bugging you for the past few days?”

Ophelia blinked before frowning at Tanya, leaning back against one of the wooden pillars that supported the bar. “What?”

Tanya rolled her eyes, throwing one of her darts as it landed in the inner circle before shooting Ophelia a knowing look. “You’ve been drowning yourself in your work—we rarely saw you outside of your room or the study. You only do that when you’re trying extra hard to distract yourself from something else.”

Rolling her lower lip into her mouth, Ophelia glanced up at the wooden ceiling as she wondered if she really was that easy to read. When she looked back at Tanya, she let out an exasperated huff when she saw the same pointed expression on her face. “I’m fine, Tan, really,” she assured, tightening her arms across her chest. “Just trying to get my shit together,” Ophelia added with a light laugh.

“Does that include your feelings for Luke?” her friend questioned, followed by the sound of the dart hitting the board.

Ophelia pressed her lips together, feeling her skin warm up with an embarrassed flush. “Is it that obvious?”

She wasn’t even going to bother denying it—Tanya was her friend and Ophelia knew she was going to end up telling her anyway. So Ophelia let out a sigh, throwing her head back as it collided on the post with a light thud and she would complain about how much it hurt if she wasn’t already thinking about how annoyed she was with her stupid boy problems.

“Only because I know you,” Tanya scoffed, prompting Ophelia to let out a wry chuckle. Then, Tanya smirked, “also, Iz may have mentioned something about you catching feelings for someone you were only meant to fuck around with a little while back.”

An affronted exclaim escaped Ophelia, brows furrowing into a glare as she looked behind her to where their friends sat. Of course, Isabelle was out of her sight in the booth, so Ophelia turned to look at Tanya again. “The bitch can’t keep anything to herself.”

Tanya laughed, throwing her last dart and letting out a huff when it didn’t lie in the center. “But seriously though,” she began once more after pulling out the darts and looking at her friend once more. “I haven’t seen you and Luke hang out in a while. Hell, even Michael asked me about what was up with you two.” Ophelia’s brows raised at that, taken aback. “You don’t fuck with him anymore?”

Ophelia scoffed, unable to keep the bitterness from her voice as she grumbled, “more like Luke doesn’t fuck with me anymore.”  

Thinking about it now, how her and Luke haven’t even had a proper conversation ever since that game night, twisted Ophelia’s stomach unpleasantly. She hated that she had grown so attached to a guy she hooked up with so quickly—that’s never happened before. But then again, she’s never had sex with tall Australian singers who made her knees weak by a single look. Luke had a tight hold on her, whether it be physically or mentally, that she was struggling in loosening.

Tanya’s eyes widened as Ophelia moved to take her spot to throw the darts. “Oh my—did he ghost you?” she demanded, a fire lighting up in her dark eyes. Luke may be taller than her, but Tanya was willing to fight him on behalf of Ophelia. Or, maybe, have Shawn do it for her.

Ophelia’s eyebrows furrowed, the hurt evident in her fallen expression as she mumbled, “I guess so,” before forcefully throwing the dart, feeling a sense of annoyance as it went to the outer edge of the outer ring. “I mean, it’s my fault,” she added, waving the darts in her hands around. “I should’ve known better than to expect anything else from someone who I know hooks up with whoever. I mean, I hear it, for fuck’s sake.”

“You can’t help how you feel, Lia,” was Tanya’s immediate and honest response as a classic rock song Ophelia didn’t recognize began playing through the bar. “And have you, like, heard him? You know. . . In his room with anyone?” she cringed when she asked, not wanting to offend her friend in anyway by asking if she heard the guy she liked having sex with other girls.

Ophelia pursed her lips, throwing another dart. “No,” she answered truthfully. She then glanced over at Tanya, “but that doesn’t mean—”

She cut herself off immediately as her gaze flickered over Tanya’s shoulders, words dying in her mouth as she saw the bar’s doors open and in walked the devil himself with his friends. Ophelia’s throat dried at the sight of the blonde in his Rolling Stones shirt and black leather jacket and jeans, hair in its usual curls that her fingers itched to run through.

“What?” Tanya questioned in confusion, noticing Ophelia’s change in demeanor before turning around following her gaze. “Oh,” she sounded when her eyes landed on what Ophelia was staring at.

Luke and the boys approached the bar, giving their orders and receiving their drinks moments later before they turned to sit down at one of the round tables in the middle since the booths were full. Ophelia couldn’t help but look at him from where she stood on the other side of the bar, feeling some kind of dull ache in her chest at the sight of his wide grin as he laughed, the sound drowned out by the music and people talking. He looked happy, utterly fine. Not at all like Ophelia, who now was resigned with herself for moping over him in the first place. Why was she so hung up when he, at least on the outside, seemed perfectly content?

Forcefully tearing her gaze away from the Australian, Ophelia took in a sharp breath and looked back at the board across from her, tightening her grip on the dart before throwing it right at it. Tanya pressed her lips together to stop the smile growing on her face when she saw the dart hit the bullseye. “Were you imagining Luke’s face on the board?”

That got a laugh out of Ophelia, pausing when she was about to throw another dart as she shot an amused look at Tanya. “Of course not,” she responded in a knowing tone, smirking as Tanya let out a giggle. Ophelia wasn’t going to outright say that she had briefly imagined blue eyes and a dimpled smile on the board.

They finished their game and went to go back to the booth, though Ophelia made a detour towards the bar since she had finished her drink. She found an empty spot at the busy counter, leaning against it on her arms as she gestured for the bartender for a beer. The guy was familiar with her face—and, unbeknownst to him, her fake I.D.—so he gave her a nod of acknowledgment.

 As she patiently waited, tapping her hands on the countertop with her college peers flanked her on either side, Ophelia froze when she heard, “hey, R.A. Ophelia.”

Her throat worked, teeth grinding together as Ophelia turned around to see the familiar man standing right behind her. Luke stared down at her with bright blue eyes, a small, almost nervous, smile on his face as he peered down at her. His hands were buried in the pockets of his jacket, broad shoulders hiding the rest of the bar behind him from her.

She wasn’t going to lie—it bothered her that he would just come up to her and try to spark conversation after avoiding her like the Plague for the past few days. One minute he was ghosting her and now he was coming up to her at a bar? Ophelia hated boys. “Hi, Luke.”

Luke, to his credit, had picked up the uncomfortable shift in Ophelia’s body language, her jaw clenching and arms coming up to cross over her chest as she looked up at him. Honestly, he didn’t know what compelled him to come up to her—he had seen her approach the bar and straightened in his seat, feeling the sudden urge to talk to the girl he had been deliberately annoying like an asshole. He wasn’t surprised that she looked like she wanted to be anywhere but in front of him at the moment. And it hurt something in Luke’s chest even though he knew he had no right to feeling anything like that, not when it was his own fault that she couldn’t even offer him a smile upon sight.

So he swallowed inaudibly before asking, “can we, uh, talk?”

Ophelia didn’t even try to stop the scoff from escaping her as she rolled her eyes, hip jutting slightly as she retorted, “oh, now you wanna talk?” Luke tried not to recoil, not missing the edge in her tone and the narrowing of her eyes. “I don’t wanna hear it, Luke.”

Oh, but she did. She totally did want to hear it and just when those words slipped past her mouth, Ophelia mentally berated herself. What if he was about to explain himself? Ophelia let her big-headed pride get in the way of finding out the answers to the questions that have been bothering her, and she’d slap herself for it if Luke actually did end up leaving her alone.

Just then, the bartender behind Ophelia handed her her beer, and she gave him the money before picking up the bottle and moving to take a step around Luke’s broad figure. “Wh—you’re just gonna walk away?” Luke questioned with furrowed brows, watching as she brushed past him with an indifferent expression painted on her face that was merely a mask to hide how she truly felt.

She threw him a narrow eyed glare over her shoulder, took in the disgruntled and bewildered look he wore, and suddenly felt a newfound surge of some kind of power as she countered, “doesn’t feel good, does it?” before shouldering past some guy and walking to the other side where her friends were seated.

Ophelia could feel Luke’s gaze burning into her back, only boosting her confidence and making her feel all the more powerful for brushing him off like that. Sure, she wanted to know what he had to say, but she wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of immediately listening to his explanation the first time he came up to her after ignoring her for days. She had more pride than that. And stubbornness.

So she went to sit back down with her friends, purposefully avoiding glancing Luke’s way as he, in turn, let out a small breath of disbelief and surprise before reluctantly returning to his seat at the table with the boys. “You look like you struck out,” Calum commented as the blonde sat down across from him defeatedly. Calum glanced over his shoulder to where Ophelia sat with her friends. Looking back at Luke, he frowned, “she didn’t wanna talk?”

Luke let out a sharp breath and shook his head, tugging at the front of his jacket. Next to him, Michael scoffed as he set down his beer. “Are you surprised? You’ve been ignoring her.”

The muscle in Luke’s jaw twitched at his words because he knew Michael was right. He shouldn’t have expected Ophelia to want to talk to him right away because he definitely offended her by avoiding her more often than not lately. Luke, in his defense, didn’t know what to do. He was confused as to how and what he felt towards Ophelia because at first he had figured she was just someone to hook up with. But then they had sex twice, then three times and he found himself not being able to get enough. Luke hadn’t wanted someone so badly the way he did Ophelia, a desire so intense he had to take a moment and step back. Unfortunately, he didn’t go about doing so the right way.

How in the world could he have thought just ignoring her would make what he felt go away? Would help him make sense of what was going on in his head? It only made things worse for him—both emotionally and in the face of Ophelia as well. Now she didn’t even want to speak to him, and Luke had no one to blame but himself and his incapability of figuring shit out.

“You gotta apologize to her, man,” Ashton instructed after swallowing down a couple of French fries. “Tell her you’re sorry for being a dick.”

Luke shot him a flat look, though mildly annoyed because that’s exactly what he wanted to do before Ophelia shot him down, as he took a sip of his whiskey. It warmed his throat and settled in his stomach with a calming buzz. His eyes kept flickering over Calum and Ashton’s shoulders through the night to gaze at Ophelia sitting in the booth, having utterly no regard for him as she laughed, chatted, and took occasional sips of her beer. Luke bit the inside of his cheek at her smile—something he’d only been able to see through her social media. He felt a smile twitching on his lips at the sight of hers, even if it wasn’t directed to him. Even if he wasn’t deserving of it.

When Ophelia and her friends got up and began filing out of the bar around midnight that night, momentary panic set in Luke as he realized she was leaving and they hadn’t yet talked. So quickly finishing his new bottle of beer and slamming it on the table, Luke scrambled to his feet and didn’t bother giving his friends an explanation before running out the door, leaving them staring after him in bewilderment. The cold October night air slapped him as he stepped out, but he paid it no attention as he caught sight of who he was after and called out, “Ophelia!”

The hazel eyed girl’s laughter ceased, her and her friends all pausing in approaching the parking lot as they turned around to see the blonde dressed in black. His curly hair was tousled because of his wind as they stood a few feet away from the door. “We need to talk,” he stated clearly before his lips set into a firm line.

Ophelia gazed at him, taking in the seriousness of his expression. Her brows furrowed before glancing at her friends, pocketing her car keys. “I’ll see you at home.” She shot a reassuring look to her friends before they nodded and began walking away—though not before all three of Ophelia’s roommates shot her knowing looks. When Shawn’s and Isabelle’s cars drove off, Ophelia looked at Luke, who had neared and stopped about five feet from her. “What?”

Luke peered at the pretty girl in front of him, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he took in how comfortably adorable she looked in her dark red winter coat and matching beanie that sat atop her head. The cold already had her nose and cheeks flushing pink and Luke wanted to do nothing more than to pull her close and keep her warm.

“I owe you an apology,” he stated regretfully and roughly while shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket. The music from the dive bar behind them was muffled and there was no one in the parking lot but them, allowing them to hear the occasional whistle of the wind. “I was—I don’t know what I was thinkin’, ignoring you like that. It was childish of me.”

Ophelia let out a scoff at that, crossing her arms over her chest whether it be defensively or from the cold, neither of them could be sure. “Yeah, it was,” she agreed easily, with a defiant quirk of her eyebrow. She hadn’t expected to have this conversation in the middle of The Hideout’s empty parking lot with only a couple of street lamps lighting the area, but she guessed the time to talk was now. “You could’ve been upfront about not wanting to, like, fuck around anymore,” she added, shifting her weight from one foot to the other uncomfortably.

“I don’t—that’s not what this is, sweetheart,” Luke assured hastily, almost desperately as he took a step towards her, long legs bringing him closer to her rooted figure. Ophelia had to swallow inaudibly as the term of endearment slip past Luke’s lips, unwittingly feeling more affected by it than she liked. Luke paused for a moment, tongue poking out to wet his lower lip and Ophelia tried not to follow the action as he spoke up almost hesitantly. “If I’m bein’ honest. . . I can’t stop thinking ’bout you.”

That caught her off guard. Ophelia blinked in surprise, unsure of whether or not to believe Luke, though the earnest expression on his face told her he was being honest. And he was. Luke may have been ignorant and avoiding her lately, but the thoughts that ran through his mind constantly reminded him of the girl living on the other side of his room. Multiple times he had wanted to march right over to her, but refrained himself because he wasn’t sure of what he wanted.

Truth be told, Luke still didn’t know what he wanted, not exclusively. All he knew was that he wanted Ophelia in the way he had her before and for now, that would have to be enough. And he hoped she would be okay with that, should she agree.

“You have a funny way of showing that,” Ophelia pointed out, pouty lips puckering even more and the mere action had Luke’s jeans tightening and jaw clenching. She then licked her lips and Luke wished she stopped playing with the skin because he was losing any ounce of self control he had. With a sigh, Ophelia asked, “what do you want, Luke? Because not to sound like too much of a girl, but you ignoring me after all of that made me feel seriously used.” She scrunched her face up at her own words, knowing they sounded needy and clingy but she didn’t know how else to say what she needed. “If you wanna end whatever the hell this was, then do it to my face. Don’t ignore my damn existence like we’re in high school.”

Her confidence when it came to Luke was always something to come and go, but after being offended and hurt by Luke avoiding her as if she had done something wrong had her standing up for herself in whatever capacity necessary. Ophelia knew that people ghosting others was relatively normal, especially those you’ve hooked up with, but she hated that. If she didn’t want to do anything with someone anymore, she was straight up with them and she would hope they would give her the same courtesy. Ignoring them until they go away was childish and rude.

Luke’s expression fell somewhat, a pang of guilt resonating through him at the knowledge of how he had made her feel. Fuck, I’m an ass. He ran his ring clad fingers through his curly hair, pushing it back and away from his disgruntled face of steepened brows and lips rolled into his mouth. “I’m a dick, I know,” he relented, taking yet another step towards Ophelia, the closing distance rising her gaze because of his height. “I promise I’m not gonna disappear on you again, babe, I swear.”

Babe had so effortlessly rolled from his lips that it made Ophelia’s heart thud as a gust of wind blew against her face, prompting shivers to run down her spine despite the coat she wore. Whatever was going on with her and Luke, she was going to accept it as it came. Ophelia may have feelings for Luke but she didn’t know where he stood on that matter and unless he was absolutely clear, then she wouldn’t assume anything. If he just wanted to fuck, she was okay with it and if he wanted more, that was definitely okay, too. It would be hard for her, hooking up with a guy she has feelings for but only keeping it physical, but she would take it in stride.

She was way too attracted to Luke to prioritize her feelings over her desire for him.

So, swallowing down her emotions for the Australian in front of her, Ophelia took a breath and stated, “you never answered my question.” When Luke shot her a quizzical look, Ophelia briefly bit the inside of her lower lip before repeating, “what do you want?”

Luke’s blue eyes locked on her green, silence surrounding them despite the music inside the bar. He didn’t know how to truly answer that question because putting a label on what he wanted wasn’t something he was quite ready for. He didn’t want a relationship, not yet anyway, but the sight of the pretty girl in front of him had Luke’s stomach clenching and heart quickening.

So, he gave the only answer both of them would be satisfied with. “You.”

That was all it took for Ophelia’s breath to hitch and confidence to strengthen as she grabbed him by the lapels of his jacket and pulled him in for a searing kiss, one which warmed them both to the core despite the cold nipping at their bodies. The heated rush of the kiss had Ophelia and Luke melting into each other, having gone too long without the other’s touch as Luke’s hands cupped her face, Ophelia feeling her toes curl as the cold metal of his rings touched her skin.

Her car was only a few feet away, so it’s safe to say the two had no trouble in walking towards it without detaching their lips and climbing into the backseat, more than ready to get rid of their clothes and give into the unadulterated hunger that always sparked to life the moment their eyes met.

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[amara-scott]

Twisted Tummy.

part one

TV Show: The Walking Dead Characters: Negan x Reader

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summary: Negan found you among Alexandria and took you, not happy with your words. But can you even make it to the Santuray?

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There was no doubt that he could be the devil himself, pure evil only alive to end all living at some point. But a small part of me actually believed he wanted to be more than that. Save the people that want to be saved. There was just one twist to that.

They had to live in his bubble.

Being raised a completely different way, I still sometimes try to understand what excatly had to happen to him that he became who he is today.

I gave up mostly but something kept him in my mind. They way he behaved and acted. Was it all just for show? Did he actually believe what he said? That it was alright?

One thing I do know is to never test his temper. Don't be rude on purpose and never let a wrong word slip out accidentally. It was hard. Especially because dad kept me hidden with Judith most of the time. I think Negan never actually saw me. I wasn't lined up when the cruel night happend, and I sure wasn't allowed to make myself present now.

"Emilia?" I glance away from the window, the trucks left and I hear dad's footsteps coming up the stairs. He opens the door and I push myself off the window frame, he walks over and kisses my head.

"How's your little sister doing?" He asks and we both glance at Judith, her small fingers curling around a teddy bear as she talks to him.

"She's fine, dad. What did Negan want?" He sighs and squats down to tickle Judith's neck. Her giggle filling the room.

"Nothing, are you hungry? Because I could-" I huff and dad looks up, stopping mid-sentence. He stands up and motions towards the door.

"We'll be right back, Judy." She nods and goes back to playing, I walk out, waiting for dad in the hallway. He closes the door and I turn towards him. I cross my arms.

"Why do you shut me out?" I ask, biting my lower lip. I have a feeling why, but I want to hear it from him.

"I don't shut you out- I try to protect you, you and Judith. You don't need to be involved in this." I raise an eyebrow, wanting to laugh at how weak that argument was.

"But you let Carl, my little brother, stand right next to you while they point guns at everyone. And you want me to stand in the house because you don't want me to be involved? Don't you think it's a little too late for that?" I have my hands by my sides as I finish, feeling my palms getting sweatty as I get more furious.

"Emilia- you don't understand-"

"-damn straight I don't understand!" I storm past him, not stopping when he calls my name. He doesn't follow me, staying upstairs with Judith. I exit the house, trying to not draw any attention to me. But something catches mine. The gate opens again, a single truck rolling in, slowly. My feet stop walking forward. Instead I turn around to go back inside. But before I open the door, I glance over my shoulder. Negan himself jumps out the truck.

The rage I feel, still feel after talking to dad, clouds my head with all the things I always wanted to tell Negan. Everything. I take a breath and decide to join Michonne, who looks at Negan with that same hatred that I feel in this moment. I storm over, not stopping next to her after all. I keep walking even as Negan's eyes follow my figure, a dirty smirk on his bearded face.

Then there is a smack. My hand collides with his cheek, stinging my skin from the impact. His head tilted to the side.

He glances back at me, his head moving slowly. No anger on his face. More amusement, only adding to the fire spreading in me.

"Nice to meet you too, and who the fuck are you?" My eyes narrow at him, his smirk only growing now. But this time it isn't a dirty one. It's an angry one, so I got under his skin after all. I smile proudly, taking a step back, feeling that we stood too close for my comfort.

"Emilia!" I turn around, dad introducing me himself. He runs over, pulling me by the arm, ready to put me in my prison again. I try to get his hand off. Only one thing makes him stop.

"-Hey Rick, why don't you introduce the little charm bomb to me before you fucking lock her away again!" Negan is angry now. Really pissed off. And I made him feel that way with a simple hand gesture.

Dad debates, silently cursing under his breath. He sends me a glare. "Don't do anything stupid." He whispers harshly, turning back to Negan. We walk over. I stop, arms crossed.

"This is Emilia." He says shortly and Negan raises his eyebrows, running his eyes down and back up my figure.

"Emilia the not so well behaved niece, Emilia the weird student crush that turned into more, Emilia the stripper who-"

"-my daughter! She is my daughter, my oldest." He admits and I see his eyes dropping to the ground after that.

"My, my, and what a daughter." His sick eyes roam my body again, this time I snap my fingers. His eyes meet mine.

"Done?" I ask, not able to admit that he actually made me quiet uncomfortable. My shoulders feel heavy and I dart my eyes to his boots instead. He chuckles, stepping forward. He walks around my dad who stands right next to me. He leans towards his shoulder.

"You mind if I borrow her for a few days? Teach her some manners?" My dad shakes visibly, controlling his outbursts much better than I can. I turn around swiftly. My glare finding his smiling eyes.

He laughs, making me feel around for that emergency knife. I glance at dad as he vividly shakes his head at me. He knows what I want to do. He would do it himself. But what holds him back?

"Why did you come back Negan?" Dad asks instead, trying very obviously to switch Negan's attention. But he keeps his eyes on me.

"Originally I wanted to fucking pick up more guns, but I saw we were out of some other stuff. But now I have something else that I really need to fucking bring home!" Dad stands frozen, my own mouth agape as I try to fully understand what he talked about.

"I would never step inside that truck. The slap was the closest you will ever get to me." I say and take a step back to prove my point more.

"Really?" His voice dripping with sarcasm and joy. He is truly convinced.

His eyes flicker to something behind my back for a split second. I glance over, a tall man gripping my arm, then my other.

"Stop, let go!" I pull, struggle but his grip only tightens. Now he holds me around my stomach, picking me up. I kick my feet, looking at dad.

I see the inner conflict he has as Negan keeps talking to him calmly with that big smirk. Too silent for me to hear. I look around more, others gathered here, some telling Negan to stop. But not dad. His mouth stands slightly open, heavy breaths coming out. Then he snaps at something Negan says.

"You asshole! Let her go, take all you want! Let her go!" He tries to get at Negan but another of his puppies holds him back. Negan whistles and I get thrown into the backseats, a man on each side of me. Holding me in place. Negan skips into his seat, the passanger seat. A woman drives. How can she not say anything?

I feel tears in my eyes but blink them away. One escapes though, making me turn my head to the side. "Hey, no need to cry, princess. I'll let daddy visit you once in a while. If you're acting good." He winks at me and I feel the urge to throw up. I bite my lip, holding back. The car moves up and down a lot as we drive over rocks and branches. That goes on for what feels like half an hour.

"I feel sick." I get out, my face turning oddly cold against the wind rushing by the fast vehicle.

"Hey, don't be rude-" I gag, keeping my mouth shut, then Negan tells them to stop the car. The man both rush away from me, leaving me on the backseat.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" He yells at his men and pulls me out himself. He carries me over to a tree and my legs give out so I end up kneeling on the ground. He holds my hair as I let it out. Not really any food coming out. I barely had any the past few days.

My throat burns as more liquid leaves my body. I spit remains out of my mouth. Closing my eyes I try to calm my breathing. I haven't thrown up since I was a baby. Literally never. I can't even remember it. Sure as hell not a nice feeling.

"Shit, Em. What got your tummy all twisted like that?" He chuckled and I start shivering, not really in the mood for a joke. I keep my eyes closed and my stomach stings so much, I can't stand up. I squeeze my eyes, grinding my teeth together. My hands hold my stomach.

"Hey, hey what's fucking happening?" He kneels down next to me, taking my chin in his hand, forcing me to look up at him. I try to blink my eyes open. A deep crease between his furrowed eyebrows appears. Concern? For the enemy? I would smile if I could.

"I have those cramps sometimes. I just never had to throw up." My voice unsteady and thin. I look down, feeling tired.

"That time of the month?" He smirks and I pull my face from his touch, done with his attitude. I pull myself up by the tree.

"Not really." I hold back the comments that run through my head. Forcing my steps back towards the car. He falls into pace next to me. But I can't keep it up, I collapse, right before the car. Negan tries to hold me up and eventually picks me up, holding me under my back and the back of my knees. He lays me down on the backseat, I take up all three seats.

"You both walk, No complains." Negan walks around the car and the woman start driving. I glance outside, the two men walking slowly, looking quite mad. I suppress a smile and start rubbing my stomach. That sometimes helps ease the pain.

I close my eyes and focus on my fingers, the skin on my stomach and the bumpy ride. That alone makes me drift off.

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[hopeishappinessff]

Holding Onto Hope: Chapter 53.2

Chris

“It’s that pretty brown round, driving me wild… ooh bitch ya pussy’s ‘bout to get a little greasier. That KY make penetratin’ so much easier…”

I bobbed my head to the music and smirked as I conjured up a freaky little text to send Hope… I was so fucking horny. It was also a struggle for me to keep my eyes open or to even sit up straight for that matter. I wasn’t even tired… but I was all the fucking way gone. Hope had responded back to me over an hour ago, but at that point everything was such a damn blur I couldn’t even see my phone screen straight. I think she may have sent me a picture of her titties, but thanks to the kush in my system I was too paranoid to attempt to take a closer look and risk the boys noticing. I would not hesitate to fight my own homeboy if they saw a naked picture of her on my phone… or anywhere in life for that matter.

The music thumped with even more bass than the club, which gave the girls plenty to shake their asses to. Asses… and titties… and thighs, oh my. I didn’t think Virginia was capable of creating strippers this beautifully crafted. I wasn’t about to risk looking at any of them for too long, but a quick peep here and there couldn’t be much harm.

The boys were all hype around me, even BJ and Kendrick because the music was just that lit… and they were clearly just as gone as me. These niggas were actually standing not too far from me, moving their hands animatedly as they rapped along like they were featured on the damn song.

Dontay was sitting to the left of me, not so subtly making out with one of Rose’s friends. Ashley was her name… maybe. And Rashad was on the couch to the right with the other girl, who’s name I couldn’t remember even if I tried, cuddled up in his lap, whispering in his ear. He was sitting there giggling like a little bitch and I laughed and shook my head as I watched from the corner of my eye. I wondered for a moment where Rose went… with her fine ass. I quickly shook my head, much too quick for my level of intoxication, and squeezed my eyes shut to rid myself of the image of this girl. Even the thought of her being attractive crossing my mind felt like I was cheating, so I needed to get it together before I made myself feel even more guilty.

Parting my lids to look straight ahead, I cursed myself for instantly locking eyes with her. Perhaps if I wasn’t thinking about her in the first place, she would have never appeared… with two shot glasses in her hands, and a smile on her face.

“Take a shot with me?” She half asked, half stated as she stopped about a foot away from me. She projected one of the glasses out directly in my face, but I frowned and sat up a bit straighter, hopefully alerting her of my disinterest in stepping into the realm of alcohol poisoning by drinking anymore liquor.

“Nah, I’m good.” I said… or slurred.

“Please. Just one… before you go.” She had the audacity to pout and look almost sad, not like I cared… she could outright cry in my face and I still wouldn’t care, but this was indeed a whole free shot.

I eyed her left hand for a while, the hand that was sticking straight out in my face with this tempting shot, then I sighed with defeat and struggled to get my own hand and my vision to work together to take it from her grasp. She giggled at the sight of my drunk ass trying to accomplish the most simple task and I guess she decided to make it easier for me by taking a step forward… and turning to plop her ass down right in my lap. I wasn’t exactly sure how to react to that… or to the fact that she turned her body to face me, obviously making herself more comfortable, and raised the shot glass to my lips. I stared dead in this girl’s eyes as I parted my lips, tilted my head back, and swallowed down the shot. First of all, a red flag should have gone up in my mind when this damn shot of liquid fire slithered down my throat like water… and second, three more red flags should have gone up as soon as homegirl took a seat on me.

I should have pushed her off me as soon as she sat down… should have pushed her smooth on the floor. But, it’s as if I was stuck in a trance and absolutely unable to move a muscle as she sat there slowly licking her lips after she’d downed her shot.

“Now… that wasn’t so bad, was it?” She asked with a smile. I shook my head like a dumbstruck little boy and heaved a deep sigh. I hadn’t quite noticed how well-endowed she was on the lower half until she shifted again in my lap. I also hadn’t noticed that I was staring at her wide hips that spread with the weight of her sitting on me… nor did I notice just how slouched I was to give her the perfect angle to sit directly on my crotch.

“I fucking love this song!’ She blurted randomly. Snatching my thirsty, blurred stare from her fat ass I tuned in to the sound of Rick Ross’s Peace Sign and I think perhaps my heart dropped. Whether from the memory of this very same song playing in Magic City the time I took Hope and a fine ass stripper by the name of Lola Devine devoured her pussy like it was her last meal, or from the reality that Rose was now rotating her hips in my lap to the deep bass of the song… my heart was officially in my ass.

“Have you heard this song before?” She asked, peeping over her shoulder to look back at me with a not so innocent smirk on her full lips.

“Yeah.” I muttered, nodding quickly with my eyes focused back on her ass. She giggled and turned to face forward, placing her heels firmly on the floor. Her hands found my knees and she used them to brace herself as she began a slow wine on me and before I knew it, my bottom lip went flying in my mouth and an inaudible ‘shit’ went flying out.

It was like magic the way her ass and hips caught every single beat in the song… she certainly had me hypnotized with her act. Pushing herself up a bit, I paid close attention to the way she hiked her booty up and made it clap right over my dick… which was now obviously very awake. I cursed myself in my mind, shutting my eyes briefly with hopes that it would just fucking go away if I conjured up a quick image of Hope at home, in bed, pregnant, with my child.

But the image unfortunately didn’t materialize quick enough for me to come to my senses… this damn girl had already turned the fuck around and straddled me and my now hard dick.

“Lay me on my back, got my legs wide open like a peace sign.” She leaned forward and sang the chorus softly in my ear, sending chills through my body as she reconnected with my crotch. Did she even have on panties? God I prayed she did… I could not go home with a big wet stain on the front of my damn pants! I was confident that she was doing a great job of turning herself on, or I was turning her on, or fuck… was that her damn tongue on my neck!

“Rose, chill.” I mumbled feebly, too weak for her to even hear… or too weak for her to take me serious.

“What happens in this club tonight, doesn’t have to make it home to your girl,” She whispered with her lips pressed gently against my ear, “I’ll make sure she never finds out.”

She caught my earlobe and the entire diamond stud in it in her mouth and suckled then let it go and pressed her lips against it.

“Rose…” “Nigga!” I could hear the voice of a man somewhere in front of me, but Rose was practically full on riding me at this point so I couldn’t see anything past her.

She sat up suddenly with her hands still pressed against my shoulders. How the fuck did I even get this slouched in this damn chair? I caught the tail end of her wink before her playful smirk fell into a frown and she glanced back over her shoulder. Reluctantly, and I mean with extreme reluctance, she lifted herself off me with a roll of her eyes. She wasn’t all that quick to adjust her dress, especially in the front… where only I could just barely make out her bald pussy. She really wasn’t wearing any panties! Fuck… I was terrified to look down at my pants.

“Bruh, what the fuck?” It was Kendrick who’d come along to save the day and I came pretty close to standing up and embracing him in a hug. Instead, he pulled me up to my feet and I quickly latched a hand onto the arm of the small couch to balance myself.

“You good dawg?” He asked with a chuckle.

“Bruh,” I shook my head slowly and stared up at the dark ceiling, “Please don’t take this the wrong way… I need you to look at the front of my pants…”

He was silent for a while… like a long ass while and with my head still tilted up, I cut my eyes at him and he burst into laughter. I mean this guy doubled over and held onto my arm, he was laughing that hard.

“Shit man… wooooo I didn’t realize yo ass was this funny,” He said after about two full minutes of laughter, “I peeped your shit when ole girl stood up. You good… you got a lil bit of an issue that you may need to handle before you get home and Sy and wonders why the fuck you just excited and shit, but you good though. She ain’t have no draws on, huh?”

I shook my head and sighed “I can’t even believe that just happened.”

“Believe it homie,” He chuckled, slapping a hand down on my shoulder, “That girl been eyeing you all night long. And I had some fucking bubble butt ass stripper come for me… that’s why it took me so long to come save you!”

I laughed and shook my head yet again “I think it’s time to head home man.”

He agreed before I could finish the sentence and turned in the opposite direction of Rose and her friend, who’d huddled together not too far from where the third friend, Ashley I believe, sat in Dontay’s lap with her face wedged in the crook of his neck. Rashad kept a close eye on the other friend who stood with Rose, like one of us was gonna take the girl from him… I shook my head at the thought. Nobody wanted any of these females… at all.

“Aye dawg, will you let Don’s twisted ass know we heading out?” BJ chuckled, leaning in close to speak to Rashad over the blare of the music. I didn’t bother to stick around to wait for a response. Kendrick and I both quietly made our way out of the section and we just about made it to the door before I heard BJ calling out to us from behind. There was no way I was gonna risk turning around to catch eyes with that girl again… BJ was just gonna have to hurry his ass up before he got left.

Thankfully Kendrick chose to drive his car this evening… or morning, and that made it much easier for us to hightail it out of there without having to wait for Dontay and Rashad. Rose seriously had my ass spooked at this point, so I was prepared to walk home if I had to just to get away from her. Sure the girl was drop dead gorgeous, had a body that could kill, and smelled like heaven… but she wasn’t my cup of tea. I’d gotten a good taste of that life back in Georgia and thanks to my careless ways, I almost cost myself the love of my life… and my life.

It became quite a task to not throw up with the way everything was spinning all around me. The car even seemed to be going much faster than it was, or maybe Kendrick really was speeding because he was pretty fucked up himself. Whatever the case… I shut my eyes for most of the ride and even then I had to will myself not to puke.

Somehow I ended up passed out by the time we pulled up to the house and I just about slept right through the feeling of one of the boys shaking the shit out of my arm. “Breezy, nigga! Get your ass up bro!” I couldn’t tell which one of them it was, but I really needed him to shut the fuck up. With a miserable groan, I opened my eyes into the tiniest slits and stared into thick darkness. Was it possible that I’d drank so much that I lost my eyesight?

“What the fuck.” I muttered, feeling an odd sensation rub against my lips as I spoke. I could feel my cheek pressed against something as well… where the hell was I?

“Man, maybe we should just leave him here. At least we know he’s safe… but I need to go lay my ass down.” Another voice from behind me. Why weren’t these voices explaining to me where I was?

“Nah, ‘cause if Mama or Auntie see him out here in the morning… we all gettin’ cussed out!” Somebody smacked their lips with obvious irritation and I felt a hard hit followed by throbbing pain to the back of my right leg. With a frown, I moved my head back a bit further and shifted to my right, then I suddenly felt like I was falling for all of one second… then my entire right side throbbed.

“Shit!” I exclaimed. Whoever was standing near me burst out laughing and I struggled, really struggled, to lift my head and look back. Through a blurry haze I made out the shapes of what looked like Kendrick hunched over laughing and BJ leaned up against the side of the car laughing just as hard. The car… if BJ was leaning against the side of the car, that meant I must have been somewhere inside it.

Turning my head again, I realized that I was still in the car… and that I’d just rolled onto the floor from the back seat. I would have laughed at my own self, had my big ass not been wedged so tight between the back seat and the front.

“Niggas… help me…” I struggled to breathe as I waited for them to calm down with all the laughter and grab ahold of my legs so they could literally yank me out of the car. And they did just that… until I ended up face first on the ground, halfway in the grass and halfway on the driveway. I laid there cracking the hell up at myself, eventually managing to roll over and spot Kendrick laid out on the ground right beside me laughing himself to tears and BJ leaned over the back of the trunk hollering.

“Yoooo, we need to get the fuck in the house before the neighbors come out here. We look like we trynna rob this car right now, but we was too stupid to finish the job!” BJ snorted.

“Aww shit, get up dawg… get up!” Kendrick exclaimed, struggling to make his way onto his own feet. There was no way I was gonna be able to do that… no way at all. So I laid there and continued to laugh until him and BJ came along and collected me from the ground… and man was it a struggle. I think we fell about three more times, all because their drunk asses were trying to keep my drunk ass up. By the grace of God we made it up the steps of the porch and they propped me against the paneled wall beside the door until they could figure out how to get in the house.

“Fuck bro, we ain’t got no key!” BJ whispered harshly.

“I do.” I whispered back. “Nigga why you whispering?” Kendrick asked.

“He fuckin’ whispered.” I slurred.

“Gimme the key, foolish ass.” BJ laughed. My squinted eyes darted to the front left pocket of my pants and I smirked as I slowly looked up at Kendrick.

“Man dawg,” He smacked his lips and shook his head reluctantly, “Why we keep being so damn intimate tonight?”

The way he said that shit, was fucking hilarious… so I cackled like a hyena and leaned back from the wall, only managing to miss the ground when BJ flew forward and caught me by my shoulders. He barely kept me up as he shook from his own laughter and Kendrick chuckled right along with us as he turned his head and reached into my pocket.

Again, only by the grace of God did we somehow find our way not only through both the screen door and the large oak door, but upstairs and into the hallway right outside of Hope’s room too. How we managed to get up the stairs without breaking our necks was all a blur, but with my persistence to be by Hope’s side we all put in some serious team work to make it happen.

Kendrick pushed the door open and I stumbled my way in, bumping into the dresser closest to the door with a thud.

“Chill out man!” BJ whispered.

“Shut your ass up!” I whispered back harshly and in a slur, “Who the fuck is that?”

They both turned their attention to Hope’s bed and we all stared on quietly at the sight of two bodies sprawled out in the bed, one obviously belonging to Hope.

“It’s gotta be one of the girls.” It was BJ who took off first toward the bed and Kendrick who stayed behind to keep me propped safely against the dresser.

“It’s Dez.” He whispered from the other side of the room where he stood near the bed, peering down at her like a creep.

“You look like a fucking murderer bro.” Kendrick whispered, which started a chain reaction of laughter. What none of us were expecting, however, was for her crazy ass to actually wake up…

“BJ… the fuck you doing standing over me like that? Nigga, if you don’t move!” She half yelled, swinging an arm out from beneath the blanket she had tossed halfway over her head.

He quickly flinched back away from her, narrowly avoiding her flailing arm “Whoa girl, chill.” “Chill my ass! Why the fuck are you even in here… at four in the morning?” She was entirely too alert now and for two seconds, I almost regretted coming in here in the first place.

“This nigga insisted that we bring his ass up here.” He said, tossing an incrementing finger in my direction.

Destani, being the drama queen that she was, sat all the way up in the bed now and decided to go the indiscreet route by snatching on the bedside lamp to her left.

“Chris… Kendrick… what the fuck?” She glared across the room at us, arms crossed over her chest like an angry black mother seconds away from scolding her children.

“Look man, can you either make space for him between ya’ll or come all the way up out the bed so homeboy can lay down? He fucking heavy as shit!” Kendrick exclaimed. I chuckled because I hadn’t even realized that I’d leaned back away from the dresser and put just about all my weight against him.

“Destani…” Though I could barely see straight enough to make out her face, that beautifully gentle voice would never fail to command my attention, “What’s going on?”

“Your extremely intoxicated ass boyfriend and his obnoxious friends just got back. This block headed nigga had his babysitters bring him up here to you.” She fussed. Now her voice on the other hand annoyed me and left me frowning and glaring right back at her. “Shut the fuck up Dez.” I mumbled.

“No you shut the fuck up nigga. Nobody told you dumbasses to come bombarding your way in here making all this noise at fucking four in the morning. Why are ya’ll even getting back this late anyway?” Her voice continued to piss me off, but I was thankful that she was finally climbing her ass out of my spot in the bed.

“Don’t fucking worry about it…” Using the side of the dresser to tug myself off of Kendrick, I stood up straight and lingered there for a moment until I could figure out how to keep myself balanced so I could make my way over to the bed.

“Did you guys really just get back?” I heard Hope ask. I think she was sitting up in the bed now as well, but I couldn’t risk even peeping through my peripheral… that would surely through me off balance and I would quickly end up face down on the floor. Eventually Kendrick came to my aide, both responding to Hope and getting me over to the bed. He may not have thought I noticed the little nudge he gave me when I was within range to land on the bed, but I did… his ass pushed me. But whatever, this bed felt like sex.

“This guy is gonna need to sleep this off for like three days.” BJ chuckled.

“Get the fuck out BJ.” I muttered, face halfway wedged into the softest damn comforter I’d ever felt in life. He laughed louder then, as did Kendrick from the other side of the room, but he took heed to my drunken words and made his way over to the door.

“Thank you boys for getting him home safely. Are Dontay and Rashad downstairs?” Hope asked.

“Nah, them hoes still out.” Kendrick laughed.

“Hmph, well let me go lock the deadbolt so they can’t get in here,” Destani mumbled, swiftly brushing past them, “And when I get back up here, ya’ll better not be in that guest room.”

“Ain’t nobody going in there girl.” Kendrick yelled out after her. They both trailed out into the hall behind her, shutting the door behind themselves.

I could feel sleep creeping up on me like a thief in the night and I sure did welcome it with open arms. Even with my eyes closed I could still feel the room swirling all around me, but in the battle between sleep and nausea… sleep was quickly winning.

“Charlie?”

My head was turned toward the large window on the other side of the room and I simply didn’t have it in me to lift it and face her. Hell, I barely had it in me to respond.

“Hmm?”

“Did you have a good night?” There was a smile in her voice, that I could tell. The thought of it resting on her perfect lips made me smile… but I still couldn’t bring myself to face her.

“Mmhm…”

She giggled and I suddenly felt my hat disappear from the top of my head. The last thing I remember was the feeling of her leaning over me to shut off the light to my right. Then I felt her silky smooth lips against my temple…

“Goodnight Charlie.”

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[rickstexaschick]

Rick’s Texas Chick: Chapter 16

She meets Harley.

This was originally posted on AO3 at:https://archiveofourown.org/works/15183545/chapters/35512488

She arrived home from an early shift, happy now that she was at the start of a scheduled five day break from work.  Rick was sprawled on her couch, watching tv, as usual, holding what looked like a tumbler full of whiskey on the rocks.  She plopped herself down next to him.  He handed his drink to her, grinning.  “Drink some of that, then get changed.  We’re going out.”

She took the glass and drank a few sips.  She was getting used to his abrupt travel plans, especially now that she knew more of the whys and hows.  She knew he was making shady deals and black market-type trades with other species on other planets, and that’s how he always had sufficient money to pay for all the set-up in the Smith’s garage, or for taking her out --- something he didn’t do nearly enough of, she thought on more than one occasion.  So, she wasn’t going to pass on this opportunity tonight.

“Great. What do I wear?”

He shrugged.  He was a man, what did he know or care about what a woman chose to wear to go out.  “It’s just a (urp) bar.  Any-anything will do…  Not your damn scrubs,” he added hastily.  Even though she no longer did bedside nursing care, she still wore surgical scrubs to work at the hospital.  “We’re going to meet some friends of mine.  Get drunk, play some (urp) play some pool.”  He sounded like he was half in the bag already.

She didn’t take too long to decide, Rick had never been very patient.  In the end she went with a stylized buttoned turquois top blouse, leaving the top buttons undone and showing a good amount of her cleavage; she wore a pair of hip hugging jeans and western-style boots.  They didn’t have much of a heel, she knew her feet weren’t up to wearing heels after standing all day, but these would still give her some height.  A little.

She came back downstairs and sat down next to him on the couch; his eyes smoldered when he stared down her blouse.

“Hmmm.  Or, maybe we could just stay here together, babe…” He pulled her towards him and nuzzled his face down into her cleavage, making obscene noises.

She giggled, pushing him away.  “Cut it out.  Let’s go.”

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They stepped through the portal onto a quiet city street outside a bar.  He opened the door and ushered her inside the dimly lit tavern-style pub.  She stood for a moment, allowing her eyes to adjust.

It was long and narrow with a dark-stained oak bar along one side; a few booths and pub tables with stools ran down the other side. In the back were two pool tables with billiard lights hanging low over each of them, creating additional shadows which concealed a few bar tables nearby.  Otherwise, neon beer signs provided most of the light.  A blues guitar song with a heavy bass rhythm emanated from an unseen music player.

The place was fairly crowded and smoky.  Mostly human or humanoid type people, nothing squiggly or tentacled.  Just based on the seating set-up, it looked like it probably didn’t cater to many different types of aliens other than humanoid.  In the back she saw two men in the middle of a game at one of the pool tables.  The other pool table was empty.

Rick ordered two long neck dark beers for her and a double whiskey on the rocks for himself.  He handed one of the beers to her.  “Drink that.”  She took a few sips.  “Finish it.”

“What do you want me to do, belch all night?”

“Yeah---urp.  You’ll fit right in,” he burped loudly, grinning.

She finished off the first beer and he handed her the second.

“Let’s go.”  He gave her a gentle little nudge in the small of her back, then protectively left his hand there as he steered her to join the two men at the pool tables in the rear of the pub.  As they approached, she realized…she realized it was a couple of Ricks…

One was wearing a pair of worn blue jeans that fit snuggly to his lean frame; she couldn’t help but notice the significant bulge in his crotch.  He wore a tight-fitting black t-shirt that was roughly tucked into his jeans.  It showed off his pecs, and on each arm she could see the hint of a tattoo peeking below the snugly fitting sleeve which covered each well-defined bicep.  His blue-gray hair was wavy and longish and he sported a pair of dark sunglasses atop his head.  When he turned to look at them approaching she noted how his face was tanned and weathered by years of open road riding, with fine wrinkles at the corners of his piercing blue eyes.  He sported several days’ growth of beard stubble.

Watching them approach, he parked himself half onto a chair style barstool, one boot resting comfortably on the ground, the other hooked by the heel over the rung.  Picking up his beer and taking a sip, he placed one arm along the backrest of the chair and rested the other on the table, holding his beer.  Even in the dim light his eyes bored into hers and she felt an instant…connection, desire, need…Her breath hitched at the sight of him.

The other Rick was in the middle of making a shot on the pool table.  He bent over his stick and eyed the cue ball with a squint before hitting his shot with the sharp crack of colliding balls, sending his ricocheting just off the side of the pocket and back out into the middle of the poor table.  “Shit,” he cursed quietly.  Retrieving his beer from the other table he took a huge swig, then turning to follow the other Rick’s gaze, he saw Rick and her approaching.

“Hey-hey!  Loo-(urp)-ook who finally decided to make it!” he called out as they walked up.

“Eh,” grumbled Rick and pointed his head down at her, “Somebody was having trouble finding—she was having wardrobe issues.”  They stopped at the tall pub table with the other two Ricks.  Rick put a hand on her shoulder and introduced them to her as Rick and Rick.

The Rick who’d been making the shot stepped forward, placing a large hand on her shoulder. “Hey, you’re a real breath of fresh air around here.  Been getting sick and tired of just seeing this one’s old sour puss.” He bent down and kissed her affectionately on the cheek, “Call me Polo.”  Unlike the other Rick, Polo was clean-shaven and his hair was trimmed shorter.  He had a strong jaw with the hint of a cleft in his chin.  He was dressed in a pair of freshly ironed dark jeans with a dark brown leather belt and a deep blue polo-style shirt (of course, she thought to herself) that was tucked in.  He wore a pair of brown casual-style loafers.

His manner was outgoing and light, much different from her more gruffly-spoken and taciturn Rick.  She grinned at him and spontaneously gave him a hug hello.  He was gorgeous.  He looked like he could be a model for GQ; in fact, even though she couldn’t have known it, that’s what Rick liked to sometimes call him as a joke.  “Hi, Polo, it’s nice to meet you.”  As it usually did when she’d been drinking, her drawl had become a tad more prominent.

“And that’s Harley,” said Polo, indicating the other Rick sitting at the bar table.

“Hey, doll,” he nodded at her, but remained by his beer.

“We’re not quite finished with our game…Rick, it’s your shot.”  Polo moved away from the pool table and parked himself on a stool next to her, taking a swig from his beer while he waited.

Harley drained his beer before easing off his stool, then collected his pool stick from where it was leaning nearby against the wall.

“Watch this, angel, he’s one of the best,” Polo leaned down and whispered into her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

Quickly and without hesitation, Harley ran the table, driving his remaining balls into pockets, then called the last shot and sent the eight-ball home.

“And that, my friend, is why (urp) I don’t play you for money,” said Polo, tipping his beer towards Harley in friendly acknowledgement before draining his beer.  He set the empty bottle down on the table with a pronounced thump.

“All right!  What’s the next game?  Are we teaming up?”

“Nah.  Think I’ll just watch,” said her Rick.  “Harley, take her, she could probably benefit from your experience and tutelage.  You two play against Polo.”  She looked at him sharply.  There was a hint of hidden meaning in his voice, but his eyes betrayed nothing.

“But wait!”  She exclaimed.  “I totally suck at pool!  I mean, I love to play, but it’s been awhile…” Like, over ten years, she thought.  She didn’t fancy embarrassing herself in front of everyone.

“No worries, doll.  Come here.  You know how to break?”  Harley set the rack down on the table and was placing the balls inside. “Come here, I’ll show you how to rack up the balls.”

Lifting his whiskey up to his mouth, Rick snorted unexpectedly into the glass before taking a drink.

“You gonna let her rack the balls and break?” asked Polo in mock annoyance.

“Shut up, asshole, she’s learning.  Now, doll, come here…”  Taking her elbow, Harley pulled her around to stand in front of him and pressed her slightly up against the pool table.  Then, leaning into her and looking over her shoulder, he reached around on either side of her and took her hands in his, guiding her to pick up the balls and position them in the rack.

“The eight-ball goes in the middle, the one-ball at the top, then you alternate stripes and solids everywhere else…”

She could hardly focus on what he was saying.  The heat coming off his arms and his hands wherever he touched her skin was electrifying, and the pressure of his cock against her butt made her weak at the knees.  She wanted to swoon against him.  Maybe he noticed because he shifted subtly so that he pressed against her just a little more closely, either to hold her up or tease her further with his bulge against her back.  When he finished, almost as a coup de grâce, his forearms just brushed against her breasts before he stepped away.  Next, he led her around to the other side of the table to show her how to break, picking up his cue stick along the way.

“You think she should use your stick?  It’s kind of big for her…” called out her Rick, not so helpfully.

Polo laughed loudly at that, and went off to buy another round of beer and whiskey.  Rick had identified the players early tonight; for this evening, at least, Polo could only sit back and be a bystander.

“Don’t pay attention to those assholes,” said Harley, his voice gruff but gentle.  “Come here, doll.”  He helped her pick out a pool cue from the selection on the wall, one that was more suited to her height, then showed her how to make sure that the tip wasn’t damaged.  Then, using the empty pool table, he showed her how to roll it to judge it for straightness.  Taking the cue ball from their table, he had her make a few practice shots on the empty one.  Standing beside her, he reached his arms around her to show her how to hold the stick, then bent her down over the table to line up the shot.  She could barely hold the stick properly, and was glad she didn’t scratch a groove in the felt.

Her Rick watched them from his seat on the bar stool with an amused smile.  The bemused expression on her face was one of half lust and half drunkenness.  He enjoyed seeing her look of discomfiture at Harley’s closeness and her inability to fight her growing attraction.  He could read her like a book, as always.

“Christ, aren’t you two done with your little private lesson, yet?”  Polo returned with a bucket full of ice with a half-dozen longnecks sticking out of the top and another double whiskey for Rick.

“Come on, doll.  Let’s put him out of his misery.”  Harley led her back around to the other table and positioned her for the breaking shot, then stepped away.  “Go for it.”  He reached into the bucket and pulled out a beer, using his bare hand to crack the bottlecap with a hiss.

She bent over the table and focused on the cue ball, not realizing that she was giving all three men a clear shot down her blouse and full view of her cleavage.  Taking a deep, steadying breath and desperately aware that they were all watching her closely, she closed one eye and took the shot, breaking at an angle.  The balls exploded apart and scattered across the table, the six-ball sinking into a corner pocket.

She stood up in amazement.  “Fuck, yeah!” then clapped her hand over her mouth.  The three Ricks burst out laughing.  Her next shot required her to bend over the table, facing away from the Ricks and giving them a fine view, and healthy appreciation for, her round ass.  Sitting further back in the shadows, Harley adjusted himself, grunting under his breath.

She missed the next shot and parked herself on a barstool and drank another beer while watching Polo and Harley take their turns.  Polo tried to claim that he should go twice, since he was playing against the two of them, but Harley wouldn’t let him get away with it.  The three Ricks taunted each other, gave each other unnecessary tips for the next shot.  Restless, she drank another beer as something to do, which was her usual mistake at times like these.

When it was her turn again, only one ball from each team and the eight-ball remained on the table.  She slid off the tall barstool and felt the world tilt slightly.  Her Rick noticed this and signaled for the waitress, speaking quietly to her.  She left for the bar.

She stood uncertainly by the table staring down at the balls, trying to line up her shot in her mind.  Harley came up behind her.  “Here, doll.”  He positioned her, then keeping his hands over hers on the stick, he bent over her to help her make the shot, sinking the ball.  Next, he called out the final shot to Polo then helped her to send the eight-ball home, finishing the game.

“Nice,” she said, standing up and turning around to look up at him.  “I couldn’t have done it better my- (hic!) self.”  She paused, feeling herself getting lost in his ice blue eyes.

Polo was a good sport and congratulated them from his position on a bar stool by the beer bucket.  He knew he’d lost more than just the game.  On this night, at least.

The waitress reappeared by her side at that moment, carrying a tall glass of ice water with a large lemon wedge inside.  “Here, honey, your boyfriend ordered this for you.”  She took it then paused, looking across at her Rick at hearing him described as her boyfriend…He winked at her, then called Harley over.

She drank half the glass in one go.  Across the pool table from her, she watched Rick talking to Harley quietly.  Harley looked over at her, nodding slightly as he listened.  He picked up his beer and drained it, setting the bottle down with a thump, then reached down and picked up an old black leather jacket that had been hanging on a barstool nearby.  He walked up to her and took her hand.

“Come on, doll, let’s get you some fresh air.”

She got off a questioning look towards her Rick, who nodded at her reassuringly and winked before Harley led her away to the front of the pub.  She hastily set her glass down as they passed by the bar.

tbc

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[rickolinagrimes]

Paranoia - Part 3

“Well mother dick look what the rats dragged on in!” A deep country voice sounded behind you and you turned to see who it was.

“Well look here it’s Sergeant Ginger.” You smiled. “Bring it in big guy!”

The pair of you embraced tightly before pulling apart. “I thought you were off up by the Yukon when I last heard from ya?”

“I was, love, but then I got an emergency call saying to get my ass back to DC when this all kicked off.” You shook your head. “Damn Secretary of State got bit didn’t he! Had to be diplomatic to people for hours on end.” You scrunched up your nose in disgust.

“Abraham, how do you know her?” Rick’s expression was stoney as he evaluated the interaction.

“Well ol’ Peanut here spent a lotta time with ma unit whilst we were on a tour in Iraq. Military black ops. Damn horror story she is, gives the Grim Reaper a run for his bloody money when she’s pissed.” He folded his arms and leant against the door frame.

“Okay, but in my defence they stole our food and then kidnapped Billy.” You bounced Judith on your hip and she happily giggled slightly.

“Never touch your food, we get it.” He laughed heartily. “Is this the lil asskicker I’ve been told about?” He nodded towards her.

“Yes it is. Abraham meet Judith Grimes, Judith meet Abraham Ford. You gonna wave for him?” You nudged her and she hid her face in your shoulder babbling.

“A lil shy one ain’t she?” Abraham said.

“Or maybe you’re just freaky. Rosita Espinosa, nice to see a new face.”

“Likewise.” You shook hands with the brown eyed woman, sharing small smiles.

Rick stood up drawing the attention back to him. “You say I can’t beat you in hand to hand combat but then how good are you?”

“What’s going on?” Abraham asks looking baffled.

“Well our resident Robocop over there said if I crossed any lines he’d kill me. I told him that wouldn’t work.”

Abraham laughed. “Of course that ain’t gonna work is it. I’ve missed your little references.” He redirected himself to Rick. “If you’re serious about a fight ya need to lay down some damn bounderies. She’s ruthless, Grimes.”

“Alright then. One, no weapons; two, no broken or dislocated bones; three, avoid any serious muscle damage; four, two taps for a tap-out; five, we go till the withheld death blow.”

You grinned. “Is that all you want?”

“It’s all I need.”

“Oh honey...” You shook your head smiling. “We do it outside; wouldn’t want to make a mess.”

The whole group followed you outside and on to the grass area a little way from the house. Judith was passed to Carl who looked very happy to have her back in his arms as she snuggled into him tightly. You realised in hindsight it would have been better to unarm yourself inside the house.

“Give me a couple of minutes.” You demanded and you pulled out your first gun and laid it down on the floor.

“Why?”

“I’ve got to take my weapons off as to your rules.” You removed your sniper from your back and your utility belt.

“It can’t take that long.” The short haired woman pretentiously stated.

You unclipped your shoulder sheaths. “Look, I’m fairly sure we went over this inside.” Removing of your thigh sheath. “You, you sweet innocent woman, are completely ignorant to the happenings that went on outside the real world.” You kicked off your boots and removed your socks as well.

You then lifted your top to take the gun off your wait and it’s partner knife before removing the gun from the back of your trousers. Next you took the two small grenades out of one pocket and the multiple loaded magazines from the others. Finally, rolling up your sleeves you removed the bands that housed small metal discs the size of coins that were designed to electrocute upon contact.

“You got any more weapons on ya?!” The crossbow guy asked.

“She’s a weapon so that was a fucking dumbass question.”

“Abraham! There are younger ears.” You mock-scolded him.

However with your attention diverted and your back to him, Rick decided to attack. A sudden swish of your hair caused you to spin, duck and block Rick’s blow whilst you caught his arm and pulled it forward causing him to lose his balance allowing you to put him in a headlock with ease. Your hands were situated so only one sharp movement and a funeral would be happening tomorrow.

“Well that was cute and crap.” You threw the man off you. “Nice idea with the sneak attack but if you’re going to do it you need to wrap an arm around the neck to temporarily cut off the air supply sending the opponent into shock, giving you time for your next move.”

Now you and Rick were stood opposite each other for round two; this man was too damn stubborn.

The man with a mullet counted down. “Three, two, one!”

Before Rick could even react, your thighs were wrapped like a vice around his neck and you were pulling him to the ground. “Got to stay alert, Hun, or you’re going to get dead. One move of my thighs and you’re dead meat.”

You unravelled yourself and went to stand up. Although with his determination to win, Rick was also up and ready to fight he threw a punch only for you to block it. He then tried to kick which ended with you kicking in his other leg sending him to the ground. One swift move caused his face to be in the dirt and hands to be restrained behind his back, one of your feet on his neck.

“You’re being rash, Rick. We both know you could overpower me but with how I’ve got your hands you’d dislocate one. Although you’d never get to find out as I’d just have to put my weight onto my foot that’s conveniently on your neck.” You lightly pressed said foot to accentuate your words. “Night night.” Again, you let go of him and walked away. “Look, three rounds in and I’ve won all of them in less than twenty seconds. Now, we can do this all night or we can admit the fact that your threats against me are pointless and we can move on.”

“Rick you can stop. Surrendering is just as strong as delivering a final blow.” The lady with the katana had a firm hand on the leader’s shoulder preventing him from trying again.

You sighed. “She’s right. Something I learned early on was running was just as smart as fighting. My second mission: eliminate a drug cartel. There was a group of six of us sent down south to just beyond the border. There was a mess up in the intel leading to me being in a pretty messy situation along with two of the team. I could have just fought my way out, boost my esteem and image I was building at the risk of my teammates, or I could have walked away and come back another day. I walked away, protecting my team and got a promotion when we got back for ‘thinking about the bigger picture’. That’s what you’ve got to do, Rick, look at the bigger picture. I’m not going to turn on you; not when you’ve got a good thing going here, not when I have no reason to. If I get a problem I’ll raise it with you, if it persists I’ll either bite my tongue or I’ll walk out those gates. There’s two options right?” Whilst you had been talking you had been reequipping all of your things.

“Right.” Rick winced as he stood up.

Sighing once more, you walked over to him. Bending down to your knees in front of him you put one hand on his thigh and your finger and thumb on each side of his knee.

“What are yo-“ With a sharp flick of your wrist he grunted before letting out a slow breath of air. “Thank you.”

“It’s nothing; I just trapped the nerves when I kicked your knee in so I was just setting it right.” You stood back up and reassessed him. “Unfortunately I can’t work any voodoo magic on your shoulders however I recommend having your shower as hot as you can take it and stand under it allowing it to directly hot your shoulders.”

“How did you know my shoulders were hurting?”

“Your posture, your breathing, your vocals. You’ve bruised the bones in your shoulder blades.” You muttered as you looked the man over. “Yeah you’re going to have a couple of bruises in the morning but you’ll be good for the most part.”

“Right.” Rick responded under his breath.

You began walking away from the group towards where you came from and they watched you go. “I’m fairly sure the probie gets a babysitter and I doubt I can do the role of both!” You called over your shoulder.

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An hour and a bit later:

“How can we trust her?” Carol asked looking around the group. “All she keeps doing is saying we’re weak and how we know nothing of what the world was like behind the scenes. And all those weapons and her fighting?”

You rolled your eyes as you sat in the corner watching them all squabble. “I thought it was a good thing to tell the truth?”

You went ignored as they continued to talk.

“Agent L/N very clearly has the specific skill set and abilities that are needed in this world to survive and she also must have the ability to pass on aforementioned knowledge to us. Teach us how to execute hand to hand combat, how to analyse threats and people.” Eugene spoke up from where he was staring at you.

Rosita stepped forward. “Eugene’s right. She could make this group much stronger than it is and help us.”

“By how can we know that she’s not helping someone else?” Maggie pointed out. “She could be a security risk.”

You coughed. “Yeah no. Look I walked into this place having taken care of Judith for weeks possibly a couple of months. If there was someone else I wouldn’t be here.”

“She makes a point.” Glenn stated.

You rolled your eyes. “Thanks hun.”

“Y/N’s security clearances were a fuck ton higher than what y’all state officials had, almost on par to the President’s.” Abraham stood up for you. “She’s one to be trusted. There was a all fucking desert of shit that y’all didn’t know about yet she knew every damn grain, inside and out, of said shit. Peanut knows what she’s doing.”

“Thanks babe but I actually had the same clearance as the President.” You smiled at the soldier.

Rick added a query. “How can you have the Presidential clearance?”

“Mr President felt like he owed me a favour after I initiated a mission in deep shadow conditions to rescue the First Lady and their daughter.” You shrugged nonchalantly.

Sasha looked confused. “Wait, when did they go missing?”

“Exactly. I had been keeping an eye on the family since rumours the CIA had heard on the grapevine mentioned an attack on the White House. Saw that the phones’ locators had been destroyed and realised shot had gone south. Luckily the President was paranoid about stuff like this and had micro locators put into both their jewellery. Pickpocketed the President for his phone to find the signals and then I went and got them. President decided he liked me and gave me a raise and a promotion.”

“So ya got a raise for doing the riskiest lift in history?” Daryl looked bemused.

You smirked. “Something like that.”

“You just ‘went and got them’?” Carol looked disbelieving.

“Well yeah. There were a couple of guys in the way but meh oh well.” You replied.

Abraham quickly interrupted. “Don’t down play it! The footage showed the warehouse to be crawling with the pricks.”

“Details, Sarge. Minor details.” You waved him off.

Tara looked at everyone. “Look, I don’t know about you but I saw how she destroyed Rick outside and he’s one of our best. If her staying means she can teach us how to fight than I’m all for it.”

“Would you do that? Teach people how to fight?” Rick asked you leaning back in his chair.

“Sure, if they want to learn.” You glanced at the people in the room as you pulled your legs so they were crossed in front of you.

“Then she can stay tonight. Deanna can interview her in the morning and have the final say.” Rick finalised the conversation and Carol fixed you with a glare.

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Future Serial Killer [ongoing]

Chapter 21

‘Darling…’

‘No.’

‘He won’t leave until you talk to him, you know that.’

‘Then shoot him until he goes away.’ Carl grumbled into the crook of Negan’s neck, still lying comfortably on his chest.

It was the morning after Rick had shown up at the door and shot at the older man, ending up with a bullet in his own arm and a broken nose for his troubles, and Carl had been dragging his feet on seeing him all night and through the morning, reaching ten o’clock without leaving the bedroom.

Negan had woken early at eight to find hands wrapped around his throat and the angry little shit riding him like his life depended on it, taking out his frustration with sex once again. He wasn’t complaining per se, because the kid did have a nice little ass that fit his dick perfectly, but regardless of how much stamina he had, Carl would be lucky to get three erections out of his man on an average day.

This fact didn’t seem to have much impact on Carl’s desperation though, as he still used Negan as a method of letting out his anger whenever he was pissed off, erection or not. It would be flattering if it weren’t also scary, the dark look in his young lover’s eyes giving him a new kind of fear that he hadn’t experienced before.

Carl was dangerous, likely more dangerous than himself, and that made Negan both terrified and so fucking in love all at once.

He ran a hand through the kid’s hair, tugging out the knots gently as the teen’s nose pressed up against the pulse point of his neck, letting out deep breaths of warm air onto his skin.

He knew Rick was a danger to the Sanctuary, always had been, and that he’d killed more than sixty of his people – but he was still Carl’s dad, and he wasn’t entirely comfortable with the idea of letting the kid kill his own father, no matter how bad he was.

‘We’re not shooting anybody, Carl. You have to talk to him, it’s the only way the alliance will work.’ He insisted, petting his cheek to keep the boy calm, but

Carl slapped him away, sitting up and getting off the bed so he couldn’t pull him back into his arms.

‘I don’t want an alliance, I don’t want a treaty, I don’t want him fucking here!’ The teen snapped as he pulled on the denim shorts he’d picked out from the new clothing haul, tugging Negan’s old green hoodie over his head viciously.

‘Carl, calm down-’

‘-no! He’ll ruin it, Negan! I have peace here, I don’t have to sleep half-awake because the security’s shit or it’s an open camp, I’m not in danger five floors above ground in a warm bed! But I will be if you let him in-’

‘-Killer, he isn’t going to ruin that. I won’t let him.’ Negan reassured but it did nothing to quell the tears starting to well in the teen’s eye.

‘He won’t let me stay with you.’ Was all Carl said, his usually grumpy exterior breaking down at the thought of losing his life with the man.

Negan watched him lose his cool with a heavy heart, sitting up and going over to the boy. He lifted him up into his arms, legs around his waist, and stroked his beloved’s cheek as he stared back at him with his one watery blue eye.

‘I wouldn’t let anyone, no matter who the fuck they think they are, take you away from me. You’re mine, and you belong here. You are old enough to make your own decisions.’

That made Carl go quiet for a moment. Negan watched him think about his words before his soft fingers were rubbing on his beard, running through the fine grey and black hairs. The teen looked so focused on stroking his face and beard that it made him chuckle, and he moved his arm further up on Carl’s back to keep him steady.

‘I appreciate the beard massage, little lamb. Are you okay now?’ He purred, running his hand across one of the smooth thighs wrapped around him.

The young man’s face flushed red when he touched his thigh, and he nodded barely, the movement imperceptible to anyone further away than a foot. Negan kept stroking back and forth on his thigh as he replied.

‘I’m okay. I’ll talk to him, but you can’t come because I want to know what he really thinks without being threatened. Then I’ll know whether I can trust him.’

Negan nodded with a sigh.

‘Okay, darling. But you’ll take Lucille to keep you safe.’ He told him in a firm tone of voice, narrowing his eyes at the teen until he pressed a kiss to his cheek, dainty hands cupping his jaw.

‘Okay, daddy.’ He murmured, licking Negan’s upper lip to elicit a groan from him.

‘You know just how to tease me, don’t you, little lamb?’

Carl nodded, his cheeks blotched with the red blush because of his damaged skin, and he kissed Negan again, this time on the lips.

‘I know. Can I wear your jacket? To show my allegiance to your cause…’ The teen replied in a breathy whisper, lulling the older man into a sense of security while he nodded, entranced by his gaze until he was being kissed rough and needy, his lamb’s thighs clenching tighter around his hips.

They kissed like that for at least thirty seconds before the younger pulled away, pecking his cheek.

‘I’m going to see my dad now.’

‘No, just kiss me again, leave him down there to rot. Don’t ever stop kissing me…’ Negan held him tighter, leaning forward to kiss him again and groaning when his lips moved further away.

Carl just grinned at him, jumping down from his waist, and changing into a shirt and the jacket. Then he tossed a sultry glare over his shoulder, eyeing Negan up.

‘I think you should give me another bruise, Neeg, the one on my throat is fading.’ He murmured, letting out a giggle when the man moved faster than the speed of sound to attach his lips to his neck.

His already marked thighs shook at the sound of his slurping wet tongue on his skin, the scratch of his beard making Carl weak at the knees. Once the hickey was dark enough, Negan let him go, kissing his forehead.

‘Your dad’s in the prison, I had him moved before he woke up.’

‘Okay…’ Carl purred softly, pecking his cheek once more before picking up Lucille.

‘Bye, daddy!’

Carl wandered down the basement hallway with light footsteps, walking made easier and more comfortable with the lighter shoes Negan had gotten him. He kept Lucille on his shoulder, glad she was with him in case his dad did something psychotic and tried to hurt him, and kept a firm grip on her handle.

‘You’re not supposed to be down here, princess.’

He glared at the man leaning against the wall to his right, observing him standing there with a glower on his disgusting face. The teen still hated all of his boyfriend’s men. All of them were rough and greasy, with no manners and a tendency to sneer at him whenever he passed by. Now one of them had the bravery to use one of Negan’s personal nicknames for him. He didn’t fucking like that.

‘Excuse me? Call me that again and I’ll cut your nut-sack off.’ Carl snarled at him, baring his teeth and tucking his hair back away from his socket to look more threatening.

The guy just smirked at him, leaning forward off the wall and approaching him.

‘Yeah? You’re a feisty little thing. I’ve heard you’re a real whore for the boss’s cock. Maybe you’re desperate enough to take mine too.’ The teen gulped as he was pinned up against the edge of the nearest cell, blinking at the man and trying to figure out where he could cut him deep enough to kill him.

He tilted his head before giving the fucker a little smirk, running his finger down his cheek, and grimacing at the way he didn’t have facial hair like Negan’s to scrape through.

‘I don’t think you could handle me, sir.’ He murmured, slipping the knife in his belt into his stomach and slicing across his torso as Negan had once done to Spencer, spitting onto his face.

‘I fucking despise people like you.’ Carl hissed, dropping his body to the ground, and letting him bleed out as he wandered up the hallway to find his dad’s cell, smirking at the sound of wolf whistles from the other prisoners.

It took him a few minutes, lost in the number of cells there were in the basement, until he finally found Rick’s cell, seeing the man sitting up and awake, staring at the wall across from his cell.

‘Hey, dad.’

‘Carl… oh hell no.’ Rick shook his head, looking away from him when he saw what he was wearing.

Carl frowned.

‘What?’

Rick let out a laugh that made Carl’s shoulders sag.

‘You look like Negan’s little bitch. It’s disgusting. After what he did to Glenn and Abraham? And you carry around the bat he used to do it?’

Carl’s heart hurt from that comment, but he disregarded it in favour of fighting about the insult. He didn’t see the point in dwelling on past mistakes.

‘I’m not his fucking bitch. He loves me, he protects me, I’m safe here.’

‘You were safe with me!’

‘You were going to let him kill me! He told you he was going to kill me, and you didn’t do anything, you didn’t even acknowledge it-’

‘-I was trying to act like a leader!’

‘While failing as a fucking father!’ Carl snapped back, his fist shaking by his side as he gripped Lucille tighter in his other hand.

Crystal tears were dripping from his lashes, staining the concrete floor under his feet as he tried to hold back his upset. He listened to his father’s breath stutter and stepped back when he heard footsteps approach him.

‘Carl.’

‘No. He protects me, he cares about me, I don’t feel unsafe around him. I feel good for the first time in my life and I’m happy.’ The teen insisted, still shaking and gripping Lucille tighter for some support.

‘So, you’re a whore for a paedophile?’

Carl saw red when those words left Rick’s lips and used the prison keys at the guard desk to open the cell, hitting him square in the face.

‘He’s not a paedophile!’ He hissed, wrestling his dad to the ground, and hitting him harder with every punch.

‘I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!’ He cried as he just kept hitting him, tears streaming down his face.

He beat his face until he couldn’t breathe anymore, his vision so blurred from tears that he couldn’t tell if the man was still alive. He just had to get out of there, to get away from his dad’s bleeding face, and he stumbled as he stood, escaping the cell.

Carl ran in what he thought was the direction of his bedroom until he found himself back at the door, his heart racing. He walked into the room, covered in blood from punching Rick and heard a faint version of Negan’s voice speaking to him.

‘What have you done, little lamb?’

The teen hesitated, his grazed hands twitching before he replied in a quiet voice.

‘I think I killed him.’

#cegan #future serial killer #chapter 21 #carl/negan #carl x negan #negan x carl

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Can you do something for the prompts 24&28 with Carl from TWD? Thanx

Prompts: 24. “Youlook really cute in that sweater.”

  28.  “No,like…. It’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing myclothes.”

   Livingin a prison during the end of the world meant there was no heating.

   Noindoor heating. Barely any quilts to keep you warm – you had toshare everything. The covers from your cell had already been snatchedaway by Beth Greene as she sat around a camp fire outside, hugging itclose to her body.

   Youhadn't complained. You had learned to suck it up over the past fewdays, and Beth was a fragile girl. She barely had enough skin on herbones to keep her warm during the summer months, meaning there was nochance in hell for her during winter.

   Herthievery of your blanket also meant you had an excuse to wear yourboyfriends clothes, though you would never admit that you enjoyed it.You enjoyed the scent of him on your body, the smell of overuseddeodorant that he sprayed so often, all because he had found it on arun once.

   “Deodorantlasts a life time!”he would always tell you excitedly, whilst overspraying the strongsmelling stuff into nothingness.

   Littledid he know, the smell was getting caught in the fabric of hissweaters, and you loved it.

   Todaywas a day when you were being 'forced' to wear his sweaters. As soonas you woke up, blanketless and shivering, you knew your usual outfitof a vest and jacket would not suffice. So with shaking hands, youbend down and picked up Carl's discarded sweater from the floor ofyour cell, slipping it on over your shirt and immediately bundlingyour hands inside of the pockets.

   Thewarmth immediately engulfs you, making you hum aloud in appreciation.Though it would never heat you up fully, and you were certain youwould be shivering the entire day, it was a good enough start. Youcould have been much colder.

    Youstart your day off in the usual fashion – you go downstairs, feedJudith whilst struggling to keep the undercooked porridge of your ownbreakfast down. You then hand Judith over to Beth and head outsideinto the courtyard, ready to start your daily task of clearing thefence.

    Itwasn't a difficult job – not anymore. The fences were strong now,stronger than they had ever been, meaning it really was a case ofsimply popping the walkers off through the fence. Doing that for twoor three hours barely saw you breaking a sweat.

   Youwalk down the hill, noticing Carl standing at the bottom of it,already getting to work on doing just the job you were planning todo. You give Rick a warm smile as you pass him, and your boyfriendsfather eyes up the jumper you're wearing with narrowed eyes.

   “Youlike?” You spread your arms out, letting the excess material of theoversized sweater hang off of your outstretched limbs.

   Ricksimply rolls his eyes, laughing a little as he pulls his hat furtherdown over his eyes. You stick your tongue out at the old man beforemaking your way down the hill.

   Carllooks up at you as he hears you rattling the gate, collecting up asmall amount of the walkers for yourself.

   Immediately,you can see the smile creeping on his face. His eyes trail down yourtorso, getting a full view of the red hoodie you're wearing – hishoodie.

   “Itreally iswinter,” Carl says. “Were you cold this morning, babe?”

   Youroll your eyes, pulling your beanie on over your head. “It wasfreezing, and you weren't beside me. I'm assuming you're the one whogave Beth the covers of my bed?”

  Carlgrins and you fight the urge to slap his shoulder. He was alwaysdoing stuff like that. It was all to simply annoy you, though youweren't sure how fun your life would be if he didn't.

   “Youlook really cute in that sweater, though,” he continues, the two ofyou getting back to work.

   “I'mnot wearing it for fashion purposes. I'm wearing it because I was atrisk of getting frost bite this morning.”

   “Thatdoesn't mean it doesn't make you look cute.” He shoots you asideways glance, grinning to himself. It was a smile which he onlyever saved for you, one which made his eyes crinkle at the cornersand one which made the dimple pop on his chin.

   Hisgaze is heavy on you as you continue to pop off the walkers at thefence, slamming the bar through it to rid the area of any of thedead. Even though there is blood splattering all around you, youstill find yourself concentrating firmly on the harsh appeal of hisgaze.

   Youshoot him a sideways glance, seeing him still staring at you withthat big, goofy grin on his face which makes your knees feel weak andyour stomach feel bottomless.

   “Whatare you looking at me for?” you ask, unable to suppress the slightgiggle which escapes with the questioning words.

   Carlshrugs loosely, turning back to the walkers, biting his lip to hidethe grin that is still so obvious on his features.

   “Doyou want me to change?” you question. “Did you want to wear thistoday?”

   “No!No.” Carl seems flustered now, fanning his face with the hat he hadjust taken off of his head. “It's just like. . . I can't believeyou're wearing myclothes.”

   Youflush, stopping your actions for a moment to simply admire the manbeside you. He had been through so much, and yet here he was –appreciating something as little as that.

   You'repressing your lips to his before you've even registered you've moved.He grunts in shock at the sudden movement, but he drops the rod atthe side of him and wraps his arms around your waist nonetheless,holding you close to him as if letting go would mean you leftforever.

   “Youalways make me feel so special, Carl Grimes,” you whisper againsthis lips. Your insides feel warm at the feeling of his hands wrappingaround you, or the way his warm breath fans against your face whenyou pull away from the kiss.

   “That'sbecause you are special,” he whispers back. “Now kiss me again.It warmed me up.”

[star-trekkin-across-theuniverse]

Human Resources, pt3

Word Count: 2264 Tags: @supermoonpanda @rayleyanns @sistasarah-sallysaidso @feelmyroarrrr @anyakinamidala @dirajunara @anotherotter @little-study-bug @rampant-salamander @goodnightwife @samaxraph99 @outside-the-government @kingarthurscat @coyote-in-space @originalpottervengerlock Summary: Inspired by the nightmare that working HR for SHIELD would be. Anna Ellis is an HR specialist for SHIELD, and after the Battle of New York, is expected to pass basic field competency. Thankfully she has Coulson to help her out.

“Oh sweet merciful gods. Why me?” I muttered and closed my eyes against the memory of just two nights previous and the masterful way Rick used his body. Kate nudged me.

“Do you know him? He is like sex on a stick,” she whispered.

“He most certainly is. Christ. This is going to be so fucking awkward,” I muttered.

“I am Agent Richard Eriksson. You may call me Agent, or Eriksson. I will be your SO while you are here. Every morning, we will start with a five kilometer run. The goal is to get you down to thirty minutes. There will be incentives for those of you who are able to keep up and improve. And there will be deterrents for those of you who think you are above all this.” Rick’s voice boomed over us. “At the end of the day, we will go for another five k run. Those of you who are able to improve your time from the morning will be dismissed. Those of you who do not will be required to hit the gym for some strength and conditioning exercise.”

“I’m sorry, is the idea that if we’d attacked by aliens again we be able to outrun them?” One of the older women in the front asked. I stifled a snort. It was a good question.

“No, the idea is that cardiovascular fitness is the foundation of a strong body and mind. Your reaction time will be shortened by being in shape,” Rick responded. “Hit the track, ladies and gentlemen. We’ll start with a brisk walk to warm up, and then we’ll get running.”

He gestured to the track and like cows to the slaughter, we all shuffled toward it. I darted wide around him, hoping to avoid a conversation. Luck was not on my side. Rick took a few steps in my direction, and reached out to stop me. I sighed and stared over his shoulder, determined not to blush like a preteen.

“You left a souvenir at my apartment.” It wasn’t quite the icebreaker I would have used.

“If you present me with my panties, I will slap you with an A2-336E so fast you won’t know what hit you,” I threatened.

“If you’ll recall, Anna, I wasn’t aware what agency you were with. You’ll just have to retrieve them when we get home,” he smirked.

“If I’m not allowed to call you Rick, you can start calling me Ellis,” I retorted. It was weak, but I felt boundaries were probably important. He was still unnaturally handsome, and knowing his talents, I knew I would be incredibly weak.

“Oh, we’re not going to be that way, are we? It was mutual, Anna. It was good, and if I’m recalling correctly, you agreed. There’s no need for us to become enemies just because we work under the same banner.”

“Perhaps you missed the part where I snuck out so I wouldn’t have to have this awkward morning after conversation. I don’t do well with awkward morning after conversation,” I admitted, softening just a little. He smiled.

“I don’t usually do the one-night thing at all myself. I was pissed about being sent here for the foreseeable future and –“

“Don’t say another word. I know exactly what you mean,” I laughed. “Despite what you may think, I’m not actually a femme fatale.”

Rick laughed and pushed ran a hand through his hair.

“I see you more as a school teacher,” he winked. “Hit the track, Anna. You’ve got miles to go before you see any rest.”

I ambled over to Kate. She stared at me expectantly, but I didn’t divulge anything. Partly because a lady shouldn’t kiss and tell and partly because I’d only just met her. Rick took his place at the head of our group and led us off on the ‘brisk walk’ portion of the run. I would have qualified it as a slow jog, myself. I felt to the back of the group as soon as we actually began running, and could feel my lungs burning in minutes. I pushed for as long as I could, but the moment I saw someone else start to walk, I slowed down, gasping for air.

“Ms. Ellis. This is not your finest look.” I heard the familiar voice and turned my head. And then promptly stopped in my tracks, overcome with the ridiculous and amazing sight before me. Agent Coulson was jogging on the spot beside me. But more than that, he had a white terry sweatband across his forehead, with matching wristbands at each wrist. His SHIELD t-shirt fit better than I expected, but it was tucked into a pair of obscenely short black running shorts that left a lot of his pale thighs exposed. He had white tube socks pulled up to his knees and his running shoes were plain black. He looked ridiculous. I blinked and bit my lip. And covered my mouth in horror.

“What are you doing here?” I finally managed, a nervous giggle fluttering out at the end of my sentence.

“It’s the glasses, isn’t it? Women always start laughing about my glasses,” he deadpanned. I hadn’t even noticed the glasses, but found myself just as mesmerized by them as I was by the rest of his ensemble. The thick black frames made him look more like he belonged in the science division than operations.

“You are a sight.” I noticed the pack of runners pulling away and turned to begin jogging again. Coulson fell in beside me.

“My team and I are here for the training. Agents May and Ward are teaching hand-to-hand. I’ll be teaching weapons and target. I was just heading out for my morning run when I saw you and thought I’d tag along. Eriksson won’t mind if I bring up the rear, and keep the ducklings from straying.” He spoke effortlessly. I was having a hard time keeping my breathing even.

“Awesome,” I managed.

“Lengthen your stride, Ms. Ellis. You’re taking teeny steps and it’s making you work harder. Haven’t you ever run before?” He asked.

“Not distances,” I gasped, doing as he said. Within a few feet, I could feel my heart rate slowing just enough that I didn’t think I would die. Then my breathing came easier. I still couldn’t talk, but it turns out Coulson is really chatty when he’s running.

“I ran track in High School and College. I also did Biathlon. Have you heard of that? It’s a winter sport. It’s cross-country skiing and shooting. I was ranked nationally. Guess how SHIELD found me?” He asked, rhetorically. I glanced beside me at him, trying to imagine sweatbanded, tubesocked Coulson as remotely cool enough to do track. Biathlon was as dorky as it sounded, so I bought that. We slowly caught up to the pack.

“Biathlon, eh? I think we did that in high school phys ed one year,” I wheezed. He chuckled.

“I don’t recall seeing that in your personnel file, Ms. Ellis.” He wasn’t even sweating yet, the bastard.

“You know that sounds really creepy, right?” I asked. “Also, if you’re so damn familiar with my history, you can call me Anna.”

“Would you be comfortable calling me Phil?” He responded.

“No.” I shook my head.

“Then I’ll keep it formal for now.”

“Can you just drop the ‘Ms.’ part then? It makes me feel like a librarian,” I requested. He chuckled again.

“Sure,” he agreed.

I slowed to a walk, and was pleased to see that everyone else in my cohort was looking as winded and pathetic as I was. Fury was out of his mind thinking this could be accomplished in three weeks. After what was not nearly long enough, Coulson nudged me and nodded ahead of us, urging me to jog again. I sighed and picked up my pace. He kept at it every time I stopped running, letting me rest for just shy of long enough and then prodding me forward again. It was like my own special hell.

Rick finally gestured for us to stop. I grabbed a couple of bottles of water and collapsed into the grass on the infield of the track. I drank one bottle, and poured the other in my face. Kate flopped down beside me and did the same thing. We lay there staring at the clouds flitting across the sky for a few minutes until I saw Rick approaching Coulson. I sat up, horrified.

“Oh please, please, please, please don’t say anything,” I mumbled under my breath. Kate gave me a puzzled look but said nothing. Rick and Coulson spent a few minutes chatting with one another, and then Rick pointed in our direction. I held in my cringe and focused on untying and tying the laces of my shoe, as though I wasn’t desperately trying to hear what they were talking about. Coulson slapped Rick on the shoulder and picked up a bottle of water on his way over.

“Agent Eriksson seems to think you are capable of a better time than you made today.” He sat down in the grass and gave me a questioning look.

“Don’t know why,” I shrugged.

“You’ll improve tomorrow. You should hit the showers though, ladies. We’ll be meeting for weapons and target in about 25 minutes.” He pushed himself up and headed off the field. I hauled myself to my feet and walked directly to Rick.

“Agent Eriksson. I was under the impression you wanted to play nice?” I asked. He looked up from the tablet he was fiddling with and smiled.

“Oh, I do.” He reminded me of a wolf, all toothy and leering. “But I also don’t want to compete with captain sweatband. And he was acting interested.”

“Agent Coulson and I have worked together on a number of projects. Don’t mistake his professional courtesy for a coworker for anything but that,” I snapped. “And for the record, the testosterone-driven need to possess? It’s a huge turn off. Treat me like a human if you want to play nice. Do not treat me like I’m some sort of fucking possession or prize. Am I clear?”

“Crystal,” he nodded. I stalked toward the D dorm, but turned and walked back to him.

“And another thing. You are very, and I mean very, talented. And sexy. And you seemed lovely outside the bedroom too. So yeah. Don’t mess up all of this,” I waved my hand around him generally, “by being a dick to my friend.”

I left him gaping at me as I walked back to the dorms to clean up.

Bless Coulson for being a lovely person, but weapons was the most boring class I’d ever taken, and I’d had to take economics in university. I was fighting to stay awake by fifteen minutes into his description of the standard issue sidearm SHIELD used, but I’d caught enough to know it weighed about a pound and a half.

Notetaking had saved my ass in Econ, so I tried taking them, but it really wasn’t helping. I was secretly pleased that I was sitting at the back of the classroom, where Coulson maybe wouldn’t see me struggling to stay awake.

“I think we should break for coffee. Some of you are fading. Be back in fifteen,” he announced. I snapped my head up, sure I was turning as red as a tomato. Caught. I slipped out the back door of the lecture hall and made my way to the coffee kiosk, hoping to beat the crowd.

“As big as you have please,” I asked.

“Anything in that?” The server asked. I shook my head.

“Nope. Black, please.” I reached into my purse to pull out some cash, and was surprised by a hand reaching over my shoulder with a bill in it.

“Like her soul. Can you please make that two, Grace?” Coulson was apparently buying me a coffee. Grace handed me my cup and made change for Coulson.

“Like my soul? Ouch,” I nudged Coulson with my elbow. He just gave me that thousand-yard stare I’d learned was classic Coulson. “Thank you, by the way.” I tipped my cup at him and headed to the outside courtyard. He followed, and sat down beside me.

“How are you going to manage handling a sidearm if you don’t know which one is standard at SHIELD?” He asked, taking a sip from his coffee.

“You mean the Smith and Wesson M&P?” I cocked an eyebrow. “Dude, I’m tired, but I’m not stupid.”

“What is the most impressive thing about the M&P?” He quizzed me. I sighed.

“Well, for me, it would be that it’s nice and light, and has a short trigger pull,” I responded. Coulson looked a little surprised. “Oooh! You thought I was sleeping and not paying any attention! I was trying to stay awake. I was taking copious notes.”

He held out my notepad. I was busted.

“La la la, this is so boring. Blah blah guns. Blah blah bang. Blah blah shooting,” he read, in the driest tone I’d ever heard.

“Or you know, I read the specs at work one day?” I tried. He laughed.

“Honesty looks better on you, Ellis.”

“And here I thought it was my pretty smile you liked best,” I teased. He smirked.

“You should get back to class before your instructor marks you tardy.” He stood up and walked back inside. I finished my coffee and made my way back to class in my own time, careful to slip in the door just before Coulson started lecturing again.

#avengers fanfic #avengers fanfic with OFC #Phil Coulson x OFC

[deadly-orange-bar]

You & Me & You (poly Rick Flag X June Moone X Fem!Reader)

She had barely managed to close the door behind her when rough hands reached for her. Pulling her some more steps into the room gently, only letting go to cup her face and draw her in for a kiss. Slightly chapped lips hungry for her touch that she couldn't resist. A rough kiss, taking her breath away and made her melt.

At the same time another pair of hands snuck onto each side of her hips from behind. Slowly sliding down the curve of her thighs until stopping on the inside of them, just resting there for a moment before pulling her a step backwards until she was stopped by another person behind her. A sensual touch combined with soft lips nibbling on this certain spot between her neck and shoulder that made her weak.

Caught up in their warm touch she didn't hesitate... she was at home again, she was safe with the two of them... could finally let down her guard and give into the warmth and shivers they sent down her body.

"Welcome home." Two voices whispered in unison.

It wasn't until a bit later on the sofa when June had propped up her legs on her lap, holding her left hand and Ricks head on her shoulder and his hand on her knee while she caressed his arm that she finally told them "Who would have thought you'd miss me that much."

She liked being the centre of attention once in a while - no questions asked. But not always... that would have been weird, like a queen or something even though all she wanted was to be just one of the three of them.

Never anything else since the moment she realized that sometimes there might have not just been two halves in a whole but three in their case... maybe even more for others. But definitely three to their whole.

When there was just her and Rick things never felt right... no, not right, complete. And then there was June and both her and Rick instantly fell in love with the young woman tormented by the Enchantress.

And their attraction was strong, as strong as their bond now was.

Though there was still this little thing her and Rick couldn't seem to agree on... who kissed June first. And June? She seemed to enjoy the bickering and like a gentleman in the saying, never told.

That was what their life was like, what they decided was right for them, what made them happy. Very happy, even though barely anybody understood. Most thought of their little triad as Rick and his harem. Thought he would be the only one really benefiting from it… unable to imagine her and June being in love with each other just as well and just as much.

One thing was true though, the cooking was her and June’s duty… but the reason was not that Rick was their king and they were the ladies of his harem but simply that he was a most terrible cook. Neither of them really wanted to eat what he cooked if it was more complicated than fried eggs.

So in the end it was usually either her or June preparing the big breakfast on those rare days when all of them could spend a lazy morning together.

One of this mornings was today… the morning after she had come home and was greeted so well. A sunny morning, as bright as her smile and as warm as the arms of the two people she loved like no one else before.

She had just turned on the stove when Rick walked in, left a small kiss on her neck and some sweet whispered words in her ear… most people didn’t take him to be so charming, even when he wanted to be. But he could definitely be sweet and cute. His words bringing a smile to her lips that stayed, even after he had already turned his attention to the coffee machine.

“Is June still asleep?” she asked with a soft sing-sang like tone. Their sleeping beauty and today was her turn to kiss her awake. Rick simply nodded and simply confirmed “You know her.” drawing a giggle from her lips “Our cute civilian ~” though by now June was as much of a member of a very Special Forces team, much like them.

And yet her and Rick’s little inside joke never got old in their eyes… June in the other hand didn’t like it that much but knew how to deal with it. Usually by mockingly saluting to both of them and calling them by their earned titles rather than first names… oh she knew well enough how to get back at them.

Taking off the apron she threw it to Rick who caught it only to give her a questioning look. “I hereby entrust frying the eggs to you… you can do it soldier!” she told him with a smirk. And while he still accepted his fate or better the fate of the eggs, she took the cup of fresh coffee from his hand and walked out the room. Turning around again with a wink “I’ll be back in a minute ~ but it definitely is my turn today!”

And Rick let her go, even though he definitely wasn’t too sure about that statement of hers. Or maybe he just loved waking both of them up too much. Their sleepy faces, their yawns and kissable lips. How could one man love two women that much? A sigh leaving his lips… yes the eggs… the only reason he didn’t just follow her – she could be so cruel if even once giving the feeling that she could be their queen. A mistake he definitely let happen yesterday when he was so glad to have her back in his arms.

He shook his head slightly with a smirk – after all this was one of the reasons he loved her. While there were a few different ones why he loved June. Some reasons that definitely both of the women lived up to. Making him realise again how lucky he was not to have to make a choice but was given a chance to be that happy.

Around the same time she had reached the bedroom and opened the door. Sneaking closer to June with the cup in her hand and fanning the scent of the fresh coffee over to her nose, making the other woman move in her sleep… a sleep so deep that this apparently wasn’t enough. So she did lean down, pushing back some strands of her before nibbling on June’s now exposed earlobe and trailing kisses down her face and her cheek towards her lips.

When she reached those sweet kissable lips June was finally awake, tiredly returning the kiss. And once she did draw back June yawned “Is this coffee I smell?” she asked slyly but the other woman made sure to hold the cup out of her reach “Might be?”

And suddenly it dawned on June “You left Rick with the breakfast… didn’t you?” her eyes slightly widening she bit her lip… yes the face the other one made was answer enough “Do you want to starve me on this sunny morning?” her tone playfully reproachful.

“Win your coffee and we can try to save the breakfast?” she suggested to June now with a smirk. But before she could state her demands June already surprised her by kissing her… and steeling the cup away from her quickly taking a big sip before sitting up with a smile “At least he knows how to make coffee!”

She looked at June… quite surprised before asking “How could you tell Rick made the coffee?” but June just smirked “Okay you are not going to tell, right? But what if I held you hostage here and let Rick do to the breakfast what he wants?” she suddenly suggested making June sigh and give in surprisingly quickly “You instinctively make it stronger when making it for me, just like I like it, that’s all.”

She did do a double take to make sure June wasn’t lying at her “Fine, you might have a point.” to which June replied by pushing the cup back into her hand and jumping out of bed with a surprising élan. “And now off to safe the breakfast!”

They made it… more or less. They could save the eggs and managed to make sure the bacon made it as well. The bread was a bit dark though. But nothing too dramatic. Though Rick did pout a bit once both of the women expressed their relief loud and clear pretty much the moment after he had greeted June with a good-morning kiss.

People thought that it was only Rick benefiting from their relationship, but to be honest she wouldn’t have wanted it any other way. And to spend the morning with the two people she loved the most was just making her realise this again. That despite the problems they sometimes had – which everybody has in a relationship of any kind –  this was the best possible way for all three of them to life.

Together.

#warning: this might as well be boring #it's just really domestic stuff #but I wanted to write about a poly relationships so badly #I believe they can work out #just not for everyone #anyway... #Rick Flag #rick flag imagine #june moone #june moone imagine #suicide squad imagine #suicide squad #enchantress #dc #dc comics #dceu

[lovingzombiechaos]

You’re Still a Dumbass

Oh lord. So, this is different. This is NOT Negan x Nayna smut. Nope. This is Rick x Nayna smut. I might as well get some practice in. Just in case ;)

NSFW (duh)

Word Count: 3,000

Also, apologies if it’s not as polished as I would like, it’s really late and I wanted to finish and post!

When Rick clambered down the stairs, Nayna couldn’t help but burst into laughter. So many months of seeing him with that bushy beard. So many years had passed since he’d been that smooth-faced, earnest country sheriff. Seeing him with that same smoothness and those hard lines made her heart flutter, the same way it did when she first grasped his hand and Glenn introduced him as “Dumbass.”

He broke into a grin when he saw her with her fingers over her mouth. “That bad, huh?”

She shook her head. “Not even a little.”

He rubbed his chin. “It feels weird.”

She leaned against the back of the couch and crossed her arms over her chest. “You look just like that day in Atlanta.”

He came to stand before her, next to the column. He crossed his arms over his own chest and gave her an amused once over. “So do you.”

She laughed and waved him off. “A few more grays, at least. Couple lines.”

“Don’t we all?” Rick asked with a smile.  

Her fingers twitched with the urge to reach out and stroke his face. She wanted to run her fingertips along his jaw, tease him about missing a spot. Instead, she grasped the edge of the couch, hiding her hands beneath her thighs.

Rick’s eyes searched her face. “Do you remember that day?”

Her heart began to hammer and she swallowed the lump in her throat, though when she spoke her voice was raspy. “Of course I do. Let’s see, I almost short you. Andrea almost shot you. And Merle almost shot you.”

He snorted. “Only one of those was an accident, right?”

She made a face and shrugged. “The world may never know.”

He shook his head. “We were so stupid.”

She nodded, watching as he fiddled with the bright, white shirt. She resisted the urge or smooth her fingers over his chest, feeling for chest hair or muscle. Though, they’d been on the road and lost weight, Rick still kept a semi-muscular build. At least, that’s what the tight t-shirt stretching across his biceps told her.

His head snapped up with such certainty, causing her to reel backwards. But, as always, his steady hands were there to catch her. Only this time he didn’t let go. She licked her lips at the contact of his rough calloused hands on her bare, freckled shoulders.

“We’re not dumb anymore,” he said with venom in his voice.

She tilted her head back, surprised by the hardness in his eyes. She was used to the haunted, hallow look, the same look of despair they all wore. But this coldness, this faraway stare? It reminded her of Tomas, and she shivered.

“You’re right, we’re not,” she said firmly. “We are not dumb, and nothing like that will ever happen to us again. Nothing like the Governor. Nothing like Terminus. I swear it, Rick.”

“Oh, I know. I’ll make sure of it.”

She frowned. “I don’t understand.”

Rick glanced over his shoulder at the open screen door and then back down into her face. The mix of fear and arousal had Nayna reeling with confusion. Why couldn’t he kiss her? Or why wouldn’t he back up. Why did he have her cornered?

The desperation was clearly scrawled across his tired, yet intense face. She’d never seen him this bad before. Sure, she’d seen him a little crazy, at the height of pissed off and even broken and weary. But even at his lowest low, she’d never quite seen him with such urgent need.

“These people are weak, Nayna,” he said, bending down to whisper. He recoiled when he saw the reproach in her face. “They’re living on borrowed time. All of them. We need it more than they do.”

She shook her head and placed a hand on his chest, forcing him away. “These are good people. We can’t just take over.”

“Yes,” he hissed, stepping even closer than before, grabbing the edge of the couch on either side of her. When he spoke, his breath tickled her cheek. “Don’t you see? I’m doing this for…the group…for Carl…for Judith…for you.”

Her eyes shot to his and she tried to read the heavy, hard gaze in them. For her? He had distinguished her from the group. Why?

“For me?”

She saw the twitch of his brows, raising in surprise. It wasn’t the question he’d been expecting.

He was so close, close enough for her to brush her mouth to his if she dared stand on tip-toe. And God did she want to.

He tucked a stray hair behind her ear and traced its curve all the way down to her jaw and then to her chin, which he angled upwards so his gaze pierced her own. “For us.”

“I don’t understand…”

That frightening look disappeared from his face, replaced by something much more primal. “I want to have a life with Carl. With Judith. With you.”

Before she could protest or even speak, Rick’s lips swept over hers. At first he moved softly, slowly as if he were afraid that he would scare her off. When she didn’t run, his kiss deepened and became a heady, intoxicated affair; one that lifted her onto her tiptoes and caught her in her own wave of passion, crashing against his, like two currents fighting for control.

His other hand crept around to the small of her back and he drew her in closer, smashing her flush against him. Her toes curled in her boots just as his tongue curled into her mouth. She met his tongue ferociously devouring him. Their lips would be swollen in the morning, but they couldn’t have cared any less.

He buried his hands in her hair, keeping her trapped against the couch with his hips. His stiffening cock pressed into her lower belly, sending liquid ropes of aching need racing through her body, from her whirling head to her tingling toes.

“Bed,” he growled, pulling away just enough to talk.

“Yours or mine?”

He put his hands on her hips and shoved her towards the stairs. “Ours.”

Her giggles echoed down the hallway as they staggered up the stairs and stumbled towards the bedroom, neither able to keep their lips or hands to themselves.

They collapsed onto the bed, an entanglement of frenzied limbs. She snagged his shirt and tore it over his head, growling at the sight of his bare chest before running her nails down it.

She’d been holding back her ache for so long, that now, she couldn’t hold back.

He propped himself up on his elbows, and smiled. “Slow.”

“Can’t,” she said in a whisper. She lifted her hips, grinding her body into his. He let out a short groan before bending forward to nip at her lips.

“Slow,” he repeated.

She sighed and flopped back on the bed, though she kept her fingers curled in his hair. He slid down the length of her torso, stopping at the hem of her shirt. He exposed her belly and began kissing his way upwards, making her wriggle and laugh under his ticklish lips.

Stopping at her navel, he tilted his head to the side. “There are so many things I don’t know about you.”

With a breathless bout of laughter, she pushed herself up to look at him, cocking her own head to the side. “Hmm?”

When he looked at her like that, with a mix of love and lust, her heart skipped a beat. She sucked her lower lip between her teeth, watching and waiting.

“For instance,” he said, kissing her just under her navel. “I didn’t think you were the kind of girl to have more than your ears pierced.”

It was so ridiculous and yet, it was so Rick. All she could do was smile down at him as she ran her fingers through his hair. “My nose is pierced too.”

He squinted up as if he were seeing her for the first time. “Really?”

She self-consciously touched it. “Yeah, I just wear the clear thing because that’s all I had when I left home.”

He snatched her hand away from her nose and pressed his mouth to her fingertips. God, she loved every gesture from this man.

She grinned slyly. “The world ended before I got a chance, but…I always wanted to pierce my nipples.”

He raised his brows and then in one fluid motion, he lifted her shirt to her neck and pawed at the back of her bra, grunting as he released the clasp.

“What’re you doing? I thought you wanted to go slow?” she said with a pretend pout, but made no move to stop Rick from shoving her bra above her breasts. She was so turned on that she arched her back, just a little, pushing them out, silently signaling for him to touch them.

He drank his fill of them before leaning down to lick them in earnest. Little high pitched squeaks erupted from her mouth as he cupped them both, popping her nipples out, the better to suckle them. Panting, she twisted the sheets in her hands, turning her head from side to side, as if she were trying to escape the pleasure, while in reality she was trying to keep from touching herself and ruining the moment.

His warm, wet tongue lapped at one nipple and then the other as he moved back and forth. Whichever nipple wasn’t in his mouth was being rolled between his thumb and forefinger.

She moaned each time his tongue stroked across the very tip, and before she knew it, his tongue moved so fast her breath was coming out in racy spurts.

And as soon as it had started, it was over. She shivered as her red, wet nipples hardened in the cool, exposed air.

She felt a tugging on her boots, and she allowed him to slip them off her feet, keeping her eyes firmly shut, wanting to stay in this moment forever. He ran his fingers the length of her legs and then peeled her leggings off, along with her panties.

When she opened her eyes, she found him kneeling on the floor at the foot of the bed. Their gazes crossed for a brief moment and he smiled at her, rubbing his thumb over her knee. She opened her legs and allowed Rick access to the swollen heat between her thighs.

True to his word, he started slow, wedging his tongue between her lips and sliding it shallowly up and down, sideways. When he passed over her clit, her legs jumped and danced, so he grasped her hips and shifted her to the very edge of the bed, throwing her legs over his shoulders. Normally, she would have protested, for fear of falling, but she trusted Rick even more than she’d ever trusted William.

He edged his way deeper, still moving up and down, until finally he hit her center. Instead of stopping, he dragged both his tongue, and then his lower lip up her slippery slit. He moved up one side and then down the other, glancing up at her on occasion, though she often missed his gaze as her own eyes were torn between staying shut and looking down at him.

What a sight to see, Rick Grimes with his face buried between her legs, her wetness dribbling down his chin. Nayna threw her head back and laughed, which only made him curl his arms around her thighs even more.  

His tongue danced and flicked over her clit and she rose to meet his mouth. He chuckled, sending vibrations into her core, bumping her closer and closer to the peak.

“Please,” she said. “Just…suck…”

“Mmm,” he agreed.

She shuddered. “Please, Rick.”

He wrapped his lips around her clit and used his tongue to massage the hood away.

“Yes!” she cried, raising up on her elbows. “Like that…touch my…rub my nipples. Please.”

He obliged, tugging at her nipples in rhythm to his tongue. Her back arched, pressing her tits harder into his hands and she wrapped her thighs more securely around his head.

She let herself go completely, losing herself to the swirling of his tongue. Her orgasm hit her hard and fast and she thrashed against his face, crying out, not giving a fuck if they heard her on the street. Fuck it, it was her first orgasm in almost three fucking years. She fucking deserved it. And it was with Rick, so double fuck it.

She was like jelly in his arms, and if he hadn’t been holding her so tight, she would have fluttered to the floor like a piece of paper. He helped her back onto the bed and lay on his side, stroking her skin, rubbing her down like a skittish filly.

When she finally came to, she opened her eyes and giggled at Rick smiling down at her.

She nodded down to his pants. “Why are you dressed while I’m naked?”

“I’ll fix that,” Rick said. He grinned and reached for his belt, but Nayna swatted his hands away.

She worked his belt off. “I’ll fix it.”

He lifted his hips, allowing her to take his pants and shorts off. She bit her lip as he sprang out at her and tentatively she wrapped her fingers around him and pumped her hand up and down. His thigh muscle tensed up underneath her other hand as he let out a long breath and closed his eyes. She grinned to herself and bent down to take him in her mouth.

He groaned and splayed his hand on the side of her face, allowing her to map the length of his dick with her lips a few times, before pushing her off and rolling her backwards, looming in above.

“Why?”

He kissed her neck, running his tongue along her throat. “I want to be inside of you.”

She felt a giddy sense of excitement as he climbed on top of her, knocking her knees open with his legs. It was finally going to happen. She wasn’t dreaming, she wasn’t lost in her own fantasy.

The feel of his skin against hers nearly made her melt. He was fulfilling a craving she didn’t even know she had. She skimmed her fingers up and down the broadness of his back, coming up to grasp his shoulders and then back down over his arms. She allowed herself to tug on his chest hair and was rewarded with a soft moan that touched a place in her heart she thought she buried long ago.

His lips captured hers and as he lowered himself, she felt him pressing against the soft fluff of her pubic hair. Readjusting, she lifted her hips, rubbing herself on him, making him groan against her mouth. As she rose again, the soft hairs on his chest rubbed her sensitive nipples, sending more tingles throughout her body.

“Rick,” she whispered. “I want you, Rick fucking Grimes.”

He laughed. “I want you.”

She nodded her assent and he positioned himself at her entrance. Her already pounding heart beat faster, threatening to slam right out of her chest. Nayna found herself running her fingers along his shoulders and biceps in nervous anticipation. She opened herself up further and waited, biting on her lip.

He nudged his way inside of her, just the very tip, making her writhe and squirm as he slanted away. When he came forward again, he pushed himself just a little deeper, and then withdrew at the same gruelingly slow pace. He teased her this way for several more strokes, until she had fully enveloped him and his pelvic bone lay against hers. While it was a snug fit, and Rick had to work his way inside of her, nothing had ever felt more right.

As if he read her thoughts, he stopped and bent down to kiss her. He stroked the hair from her face and traced his fingertips over her jaw, down her neck and along her collarbones. Those little touches almost brought her as much pleasure as he did inside of her. There was more than longing behind each kiss. It was as if Rick was trying to say all the things he’d never said to her in those kisses.

Briefly, she remembered an article saying that when a man loved a woman, there was no greater gift he could give her than himself. It made her smile before she parted her lips to allow Rick’s tongue inside. Together like this, she felt whole and safe. And playful, something she hadn’t felt in a long while.

Every so often she would adjust her hips and he would groan into her mouth. Soon it became a game between the two of them. Him holding back and her trying to get him to moan louder. Eventually, pleasure won out and Rick drew his cock in and out of her, kissing her exposed throat when she threw her head back.

His thrusts came at a faster pace with him unable to hold back any longer. Not that she minded. The harder he slammed into her, the more pleasure jolted through her body, bringing her closer to a second orgasm. She wrapped her legs around his hips, dragging him in closer, though he would never be close enough for her.

“Nayna,” he whispered. “Nayna!”

His hips slapped into her and with one particularly forceful buck, he sent her over the edge, making her clench around his cock. As she convulsed around him, he came too; and in the midst of his spasms, with his warmth coursing into her, he grunted. “I…love…you.”

Her eyes fluttered open and she took in his red face. She smiled and rubbed her knuckles along his freshly shaven jaw, sighing as he turned to kiss them, though his eyes never left hers. She knew exactly what he wanted her to say aloud.

“I know you do,” she said, pulling him down for another toe-curling, orgasm inducing kiss. “And I love you…Dumbass.”

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#Nayna #teamrick #ohshit

[lesbianrewrites]

Blood of Olympus - Chapter 45

*disclaimer* This is a project done for fun, and none of these characters/works belong to me. I do not claim to own any of the material on this page. This is a Lesbian edit of The Blood of Olympus by Rick Riordan. Chapters will be posted every day at 10am EST. Google doc version can be found here. The chapter can also be found under the cut. Enjoy!

ABOUT FIVE MILES EAST OF CAMP, a black SUV was parked on the beach.

They tied up the boat at a private dock. Nicola helped Dakota and Leila haul Michael Kahale ashore. The big guy was still only half-conscious, mumbling what Nicola assumed were football calls: ‘Red twelve. Right thirty-one. Hike.’ Then he giggled uncontrollably.

‘We’ll leave him here,’ Leila said. ‘Just don’t bind him. Poor guy …’

‘What about the car?’ Dakota asked. ‘The keys are in the glove compartment, but, uh, can you drive?’

Leila frowned. ‘I thought you could drive. Aren’t you seventeen?’

‘I never learned!’ Dakota said. ‘I was busy.’

‘I’ve got it covered,’ Nicola promised.

They both looked at her.

‘You’re, like, fourteen,’ Leila said.

Nicola enjoyed how nervous the Romans acted around her, even though they were older and bigger and more experienced fighters. ‘I didn’t say I would be behind the wheel.’

She knelt and placed her hand on the ground. She felt the nearest graves, the bones of forgotten humans buried and scattered. She searched deeper, extending her senses into the Underworld. ‘Jules-Albert. Let’s go.’

The ground split. A zombie in a ragged nineteenth-century motoring outfit clawed his way to the surface. Leila stepped back. Dakota screamed like a kindergartner.

‘What the hell is that?’ Dakota protested.

‘This is my driver,’ Nicola said. ‘Jules-Albert finished first in the Paris–Rouen motorcar race back in 1895, but he wasn’t awarded the prize because his steam car used a stoker.’

Leila stared at him. ‘What are you even talking about?’

‘He’s a restless soul, always looking for another chance to drive,’ Nicola said. ‘The last few years, he’s been my driver whenever I need one.’

‘You have a zombie chauffeur,’ Leila said.

‘I call shotgun.’ Nicola got in on the passenger’s side. Reluctantly, the Romans climbed in the back.

One thing about Jules-Albert: he never got emotional. He could sit in crosstown traffic all day without losing his patience. He was immune to road rage. He could even drive straight up to an encampment of wild centaurs and navigate through them without getting nervous.

The centaurs were like nothing Nicola had ever seen. They had back ends like palominos, tattoos all over their hairy arms and chests, and bullish horns protruding from their foreheads. Nicola doubted they could blend in with humans as easily as Chiron did.

At least two hundred were sparring restlessly with swords and spears, or roasting animal carcasses over open fires (carnivorous centaurs … the idea made Nicola shudder). Their camp spilled across the farm road that meandered around Camp Half-Blood’s southeast perimeter.

The SUV nudged its way through, honking when necessary. Occasionally a centaur glared through the driver’s side window, saw the zombie driver and backed away in shock.

‘Pluto’s pauldrons,’ Dakota muttered. ‘Even more centaurs arrived overnight.’

‘Don’t make eye contact,’ Leila warned. ‘They take that as a challenge for a duel to the death.’

Nicola stared straight ahead as the SUV pushed through. Her heart was pounding, but she wasn’t scared. She was angry. Octavian had surrounded Camp Half-Blood with monsters.

Sure, Nicola had mixed emotions about the camp. She’d felt rejected there, out of place, unwanted and unloved … but now that it was on the verge of destruction, she realized how much it meant to her. This was the last place Bianca and she had shared as a home – the only place they’d ever felt safe, even if only temporarily.

They rounded a bend in the road and Nicola’s fists clenched. More monsters … hundreds more. Dog-headed men prowled in packs, their poleaxes gleaming in the light of campfires. Beyond that milled a tribe of two-headed men dressed in rags and blankets like homeless guys, armed with a haphazard collection of slings, clubs and metal pipes.

‘Octavian is an idiot,’ Nicola hissed. ‘He thinks he can control these creatures?’

‘They just kept showing up,’ Leila said. ‘Before we knew it … well, look.’

The legion was arrayed at the base of Half-Blood Hill, its five cohorts in perfect order, its standards bright and proud. Giant eagles circled overhead. The siege weapons – six golden onagers the size of houses – were arrayed behind in a loose semicircle, three on each flank. But, for all its impressive discipline, the Twelfth Legion looked pitifully small, a splotch of demigod valour in a sea of ravenous monsters.

Nicola wished she still had the sceptre of Diocletian, but she doubted a legion of dead warriors would make a dent in this army. Even the Argo II couldn’t do much against this kind of strength.

‘I have to disable the onagers,’ Nicola said. ‘We don’t have much time.’

‘You’ll never get close to them,’ Leila warned. ‘Even if we get the entire Fourth and Fifth Cohorts to follow us, the other cohorts will try to stop us. And those siege weapons are manned by Octavian’s most loyal followers.’

‘We won’t get close by force,’ Nicola agreed. ‘But alone I can do it. Dakota, Leila – Jules-Albert will drive you to the legion lines. Get out, talk to your troops, convince them to follow your lead. I’ll need a distraction.’

Dakota frowned. ‘All right, but I’m not hurting any of my fellow legionnaires.’

‘No one’s asking you to,’ Nicola growled. ‘But if we don’t stop this war the entire legion will be wiped out. You said the monster tribes take insult easily?’

‘Yes,’ Dakota said. ‘I mean, for instance, you make any comment to those two-headed guys about the way they smell and … oh.’ He grinned. ‘If we started a brawl, by accident of course …’

‘I’ll be counting on you,’ Nicola said.

Leila frowned. ‘But how will you –’

‘I’m going dark,’ Nicola said. And she faded into the shadows.

She thought she was prepared.

She wasn’t.

Even after three days of rest and the wondrous healing properties of Coach Hedge’s gooey brown gunk, Nicola started to dissolve the moment she shadow-jumped.

Her limbs turned to vapour. Cold seeped into her chest. Voices of spirits whispered in her ears: Help us. Remember us. Join us.

She hadn’t realized how much she had relied on Reyna. Without her strength, she felt as weak as a newborn colt, wobbling dangerously, ready to fall at every step.

No, she told herself. I am Nicola di Angelo, daughter of Hades. I control the shadows. They do not control me.

She stumbled back into the mortal world at the crest of Half-Blood Hill.

She fell to her knees, hugging Thalia’s pine tree for support. The Golden Fleece was no longer in its branches. The guardian dragon was gone. Perhaps they’d been moved to a safer spot with the battle so close. Nicola wasn’t sure. But, looking down at the Roman forces arrayed outside the valley, her spirits wavered.

The nearest onager was a hundred yards downhill, encircled in spiked trenches and guarded by a dozen demigods. The machine was primed, ready to fire. Its huge sling cupped a projectile the size of a Honda Civic, glowing with flecks of gold.

With icy certainty, Nicola realized what Octavian was up to. The projectile was a mixture of incendiaries and Imperial gold. Even a small amount of Imperial gold could be incredibly volatile. Exposed to too much heat or pressure, the stuff would explode with devastating impact, and of course it was deadly to demigods as well as monsters. If that onager scored a hit on Camp Half-Blood, anything in the blast zone would be annihilated – vaporized by the heat, or disintegrated by the shrapnel. And the Romans had six onagers, all stocked with piles of ammunition.

‘Evil,’ Nicola said. ‘This is evil.’

She tried to think. Dawn was breaking. She couldn’t possibly take down all six weapons before the attack began, even if she found the strength to shadow-travel that many times. If she managed it once more, it would be a miracle.

She spotted the Roman command tent – behind and to the left of the legion. Octavian would probably be there, enjoying breakfast at a safe distance from the fighting. He wouldn’t lead his troops into battle. The little scumbag would hope to destroy the Greek camp from a distance, wait for the flames to die down, then march in unopposed.

Nicola’s throat constricted with hate. She concentrated on that tent, envisioning her next jump. If she could assassinate Octavian, that might solve the problem. The order to attack might never be given. Nicola was about to attempt it when a voice behind her said, ‘Nicola?’

She spun, her sword instantly in her hand, and almost decapitated Jill Solace.

‘Put that down!’ Jill hissed. ‘What are you doing here?’

Nicola was dumbstruck. Jill and two other campers were crouched in the grass, binoculars around their necks and daggers at their side. They wore black jeans and T-shirts, with black grease paint on their faces like commandos.

‘Me?’ Nicola asked. ‘What are you doing? Getting yourselves killed?’

Jill scowled. ‘Hey, we’re scouting the enemy. We took precautions.’

‘You dressed in black,’ Nicola noted, ‘with the sun coming up. You painted your face but didn’t cover that mop of blond hair. You might as well be waving a yellow flag.’

Jill’s ears reddened. ‘Lou Ellen wrapped some Mist around us, too.’

‘Hi.’ The girl next to her wriggled her fingers. She looked a little flustered. ‘You’re Nicola, right? I’ve heard a lot about you. And this is Cecil from Hermes cabin.’

Nicola knelt next to them. ‘Did Coach Hedge make it to camp?’

Lou Ellen giggled nervously. ‘Did he ever.’

Jill elbowed her. ‘Yeah. Hedge is fine. He made it just in time for the baby’s birth.’

‘The baby!’ Nicola grinned, which hurt her face muscles. She wasn’t used to making that expression. ‘Mellie and the kid are all right?’

‘Fine. A very cute little satyr boy.’ Jill shuddered. ‘But I delivered it. Have you ever delivered a baby?’

‘Um, no.’

‘I had to get some fresh air. That’s why I volunteered for this mission. Gods of Olympus, my hands are still shaking. See?’

She took Nicola’s hand, which sent an electric current down Nicola’s spine. She quickly withdrew. ‘Whatever,’ she snapped. ‘We don’t have time for chitchat. The Romans are attacking at dawn and I’ve got to –’

‘We know,’ Jill said. ‘But, if you’re planning to shadow-travel to that command tent, forget it.’

Nicola glared at her. ‘Excuse me?’

She expected Jill to flinch or look away. Most people did. But Jill’s blue eyes stayed fixed on hers – annoyingly determined. ‘Coach Hedge told me all about your shadow-travel. You can’t try that again.’

‘I just did try it again, Solace. I’m fine.’

‘No, you’re not. I’m a healer. I could feel the darkness in your hand as soon as I touched it. Even if you made it to that tent, you’d be in no shape to fight. But you wouldn’t make it. One more slip, and you won’t come back. You are not shadow-travelling. Doctor’s orders.’

‘The camp is about to be destroyed –’

‘And we’ll stop the Romans,’ Jill said. ‘But we’ll do it our way. Lou Ellen will control the Mist. We’ll sneak around, do as much damage as we can to those onagers. But no shadow-travel.’

‘But –’

‘No.’

Lou Ellen’s and Cecil’s heads swivelled back and forth like they were watching a really intense tennis match.

Nicola sighed in exasperation. She hated working with other people. They were always cramping her style, making her uncomfortable. And Jill Solace … Nicola revised her impression of the daughter of Apollo. She’d always thought of Jill as easygoing and laid back. Apparently she could also be stubborn and aggravating.

Nicola gazed down at Camp Half-Blood, where the rest of the Greeks were preparing for war. Past the troops and ballistae, the canoe lake glittered pink in the first light of dawn. Nicola remembered the first time she’d arrived at Camp Half-Blood, crash-landing in Apollo’s sun car, which had been converted into a fiery school bus.

She remembered Apollo, smiling and tanned and completely cool in his shades.

Thalia had said, He’s hot.

He’s the sun god, Penny replied.

That’s not what I meant.

Why was Nicola thinking about that now? The random memory irritated her, made her feel jittery.

She had arrived at Camp Half-Blood thanks to Apollo. Now, on what would likely be her last day at camp, she was stuck with a daughter of Apollo.

‘Whatever,’ Nicola said. ‘But we have to hurry. And you’ll follow my lead.’

‘Fine,’ Jill said. ‘Just don’t ask me to deliver any more satyr babies and we’ll get along great.’

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