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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part V

Series Masterlist

Part IV

Warning: fluff, violence and death.

Summary: You reach out to Marcus before advancing on to the next city.

Once the first city was secured, your father’s legion prepared to proceed to the next. You were cleaning your weapon and armor in the corner of your shared tent, whilst your father sat at his makeshift desk, writing up a report to send back home to the emperor. “I shall be ending the report back soon”, you father draws your attention. “Do you perhaps wish to send a letter to Marcus?”

Your eyes instantly light up at the suggestion, “if it will not be an inconvenience, then I would love to.”

“Of course, not”, your father scoffs. “I have written one to Julia, and to enquire on the well-being of your brothers. Write to your Love, my pet. Besides, I am quite certain he is at his wits’ end with concern for your well-being.”

You chuckle out in response when noticing the teasing glint in your father’s eyes, “he nearly joined us. I believe, Marcus sometimes forgets that I am a warrior.”

“It is because he loves you”, your father remarks, eyes softening then. “Do you think that I do not feel the same?” Getting up and making his way toward you, he takes your hands into his own as he as he takes a seat in front of you. “Even though the general inside me knew what a strong and capable warrior you are, the father inside me was gripped with fear when you went out to the battlefield.”

Your gaze drops downward in shame, and he gently cups your cheek to bring back up. “You are most precious to me, my child... my only daughter and all I have left of your late mother.”

“Forgive me, Father...”, you tearfully respond.

“For what, my child?”, your father frowns in confusion.

“For being ungrateful”, you utter out in shame.

“Ungrateful...?”, your father tuts in response. “You? Never... A bit overconfident at times perhaps”, he winks at you teasingly, causing a faint smirk to pull at your lips, “but never ungrateful.”

Getting up from his seat, your father gently places a kiss to your forehead. “Do not fret, my pet... Write your letter to Marcus and then we shall send it.”

Dearest Marcus

I write you this letter with the endorsement from my father, and before you breakout with fear; yes, father knows of our relationship and supports it. He’s only wish is for us to wait a bit until we make it official, but that topic is for a later, personal discussion.

We took the first city and with much ease, with no losses on either side... well, that is a fib though, there was one on their side, but the fool had it coming. You could take a guess on who’s sword he fell. It was quite amusing to see the bewildered looks on the faces of all the soldiers that do not personally know me, but what brought me great pleasure was the look of utter fear on our opponents faces. “How could a mere woman take on and defeat such a brutish warrior...?!” It was quite comical to watch their reactions.

As I write you this letter, we are preparing to advance on to the next city and I hope that it shall be as effortless as the first and that I do not have to witness the loss of any of my fellow soldiers. If I must fight every battle solely then I shall gladly do so, so long as I do not have to return home and have to witness the grief of the widows and orphans of my fellow soldiers. Before you chastise me, remember of the extraordinary capabilities I have been bestowed. The Gods had chosen to give these abilities; therefore, it is my duty to make use of them to protect Rome and her people.

I hope that will be able to place your concerns aside and be proud of my accomplishments so far.

By the time this letter reaches you, we would hopefully be advancing on to the last city.

Know that my love and yearning for you only grows stronger each day that we are apart, and I pray to the Gods, so does yours.

Faithfully yours, Valeria.

“It seems that these ones did not receive word of what had taken place at the previous city”, Caius scowls in displeasure. “We barely made it out in one piece after they launched their arrows.”

Your father listens to the report with furrowed brows. “None of you are gravely wounded though?”

Caius shakes his head, “merely a few scrapes.”

Your father gives satisfied nod, “good. Prepare the soldiers. We take the city in full siege in the next hour.”

Whilst a small celebration for the second successful siege, as well as preparations for the last one was underway, unbeknownst to any of you, an urgent message was hastily making its way to your father; instructing him to return to Rome immediately.

Tag: @nosebeers@cherrys4suckers @iamsebastianstann

#general marcus acacius #general acacius #marcus acacius #marcus acacius x reader #marcus acacius x you #gladiator ii #gladiator 2 #pedro pascal

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Put a Spell On Me (Joel Miller)

Joel Miller Masterlist

Warning: swearing, grumpy Joel, bit of fluff

Summary: Joel sees another side of you whilst the town prepare for Halloween. Inspired by - Nina Simone's - I Put a Spell On You.

You hated Joel Miller, and he hated you, everyone around town knew it. Only thing was no one exactly knew when and how it started, only thing they knew was that glares, scowls and heated words would be exchanged whenever the two of you were in proximity to each other. So, when word went around that the two of you were heading out to the nearest mall together for supplies for the upcoming Halloween celebration, to say everyone was worried would be putting it lightly.

Breathing a huge sigh of relief only when finding out that Tommy would be going with, he always had to play referee whenever a disagreement broke out between Joel and you, and was the best candidate to ensure both of you returned home alive.

"Not sure why she had to come with…", Joel grumbles out softly to Tommy as they rode side by side, his gaze narrowed on your back as you rode a short distance in front of the two.

Tommy's head drops with yet another heavy exhale at Joel's dislike of you. "Like I told ya, she knows this place… used to work there part-time as a teenager before the world went to shit. Whenever we need something from it, she goes with, makes it much easier than going in blind."

"Coulda drawn a map", was all Joel utters back in response.

"Would ya quit acting like a child", Tommy scolds him. "I know ya don't like her and believe me, the feeling's mutual. At least she's attemptin' to be civil."

"Civil, my ass…", Joel utters under his breathe, causing Tommy to shoot a side glare in warning. Letting out a disgusted scoff, silently raising his hands up in surrender as the rest of the trip moves on in total silence thereafter.

"Seriously?", Joel snarls after you went directly to a specific store when entering the mall. "This is why we're here, Halloween decorations and costumes...?"

Not wanting to attract any unwanted guests by having yet another shouting match with Joel, you choose to ignore him. "This is the first big celebration we're havin'", Tommy does his best to defuse the situation before Joel pushes you too far, utter out with a wince then, "shoulda seen the sorry excuse for costumes the past Halloweens..."

"Hey!", your head pops out from a corner with defensive scowl. "We were too busy building the town to properly enjoy it." Pointing a finger in warning at him, "don't knock it-"

"Ok, ok...", Tommy chuckles at you, whilst Joel's only reaction was silent glare. "Ya done?", Tommy finally sobers up from his laughter.

"Yup", you nod, quickly retreating behind the corner only to reappear seconds later with large witch's hat on your head and the last bag of supplies.

Tommy instantly bursts out with a loud laugh, whilst Joel goes all bug-eyed; sarcastically drawling, "always knew ya were a witch... finally found ya long lost hat I see..."

Eyes narrowed; you point a finger at him in warning as you walk pass. "Careful Miller... before I cast a hex on ya."

"Alright, aright...", Tommy steps in when Joel bares his teeth at you. "We still got two more stores to hit then we're out."

Joel lets out a grunt in response, and you roll your eyes at him as you walk away.

"Where ya been the whole day?", Joel enquires of Ellie when entering the house in the evening.

"Went to Y/N's after school", Ellie responds after dropping her bag at the front door and removing her shoes and coat.

Joel's brows shoot up in surprise, "the Wicked Witch of the West...?"

"Don't call her that!", Ellie scolds him.

"Ya right...", Joel nods, a grin pulling at his lips, "more like, the Wicked Witch of Jackson."

"Joel!", Ellie reprimands him with a scowl, "if you got to know her properly, you'd realize that she's a very nice person."

"I know enough about her to know that she's a pain in the ass...", Joel drawls out in response, throwing himself down on the couch with a heavy grown.

Frowning at his words, Ellie takes a seat beside him. "Look man, I know you hate and all... but she's been nothing but nice to me. Which she really didn't have to be", she reminds Joel. "Not with the way you've been treating her."

Joel silently stares into Ellie's eyes for a few seconds. "She was right. No matter how you and Joel bickered, you never once turned that negativity towards Ellie. He had warned her off from you in the beginning, but Ellie was stubborn, and the girl had naturally gravitated towards you as time went on. Ellie was right... you weren't such a bad person at all."

Head dropping down with shame and sighing in defeat, Joel finally admits, "I don't hate her... just don't like her, that's all."

"Oh, that's fine then...", Ellie snorts out in amusement, flashing him a toothy grin, "'cause she doesn't like ya either."

"I can live with that", Joel gives his own snorted response, sitting up straight then. "So, what ya two been up to?"

"She's helping me with my Halloween costume!", Ellie exclaims, excitedly catapulting up from the couch to get her backpack. Settling back on the couch and hastily opening her sketch book to show Joel the design.

"She's making this for you...?", Joel stares at the design in surprise.

"Yup", Ellie beams proudly at it, "got the idea from a few of my comics. It's going to be awesome!"

"Bet she's going to make it look like shit", Joel snorts under his breath, suddenly yelping out in pain when Ellie elbows him in the side.

"Fuckin' rude much?"

"Sorry...", Joel rubs at his side, sheepishly muttering, "ol' habit."

A lightbulb goes off for Ellie then as she knowingly smirks at him then. "The two remind me of something I read a while back about 'young crushes'..."

Joel's eyes go all bug-eyed at her words, "the fuck that supposed to mean?"

"You know...", Ellie flashes him a full-on grin then. "When the boy and girl like each other but are too shy to admit it, so they end up being mean to one another instead."

"Well, your deductions about us are completely wrong", Joel slaps his palms on his thighs matter-of-factly as he gets up from the couch. "She doesn't like me, and I don't like her and that's the end of it."

"We'll see, Old Man...", Ellie snorts her breath, "we'll see..."

It was the early evening of the Halloween party and Joel was just minding his own business in the comfort of home, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Howdy...", Tommy greets upon the door opening, a cowboy atop his head and what looked to be a plastic sherif badge pinned to his shirt.

"What the hell ya wearing?", Joel frown at him.

"I'm the sherif the town, see...", Tommy beams, proudly pointing to the badge of his chest.

"Can see that...", Joel drawls in response, his gaze narrowing on the arm Tommy was hiding behind his back. "Whatcha got behind ya back...?"

With a toothy grin, Tommy presents another cowboy hat with a plastic badge inside from behind his back. "Ya just been deputized."

"Oh, hell no...!", Joel shakes his head in displeasure. "Ain't fuckin happening."

Tommy's shoulders sag in disappointment at hearing his response. "Aw, c'mon man... don't be a party pooper. She went out of her way to get these for us."

Joel scoffs, eyes narrowing when something hits. "Who...?"

Rolling his eyes, Tommy, shoots Joel an arched brow then. "You know exactly who."

"Why am I not surprised...", Joel throws heads back with a heavy groan, palming his face.

"It's not so bad...", Tommy chuckles at him. "Ya might even enjoy it. I know Ellie would love for ya to be there."

Bringing his back down, Joel peers through his spread fingers at Tommy for a second, finally lowering the hand and sighing, "she's been talking about it none stop, specially about her costume."

Tommy grins at his words, pausing to look around the house then. "Where's the kid, by the way?"

Exhaling heavily, Joel places his hand on his hips with a dramatic eyeroll. "Stormed outta here early morning to go over to 'her' place to do some final touches on the kid's costume."

"See...!", Tommy exclaims satisfactorily, shoving the hat into Joel's arms before bolting off, "now ya have to come. See ya later..."

"Wait!", a dumbstruck Joel attempts to call him back but was he was gone in an instant. Letting out a sigh of defeat, Joel's gazed drops to the hat and badge in his hand, "the hell I'm supposed to do with this?"

An hour or so later, Ellie comes rushing in through the door like a gust of wind. "Joel! Come see my costume!"

"Hold ya horses...", Joel came lumbering down the stairs, stopping dead in his tracts when seeing Ellie in her costume. "Whoa."

"Fuckin' awesome, I know...", Ellie proudly smiles at his reaction, twirling around to show every detail of the costume. "She did a great job, didn't she...?"

"I- um...", Joel's mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water for some time, finally clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head in embracement. "Yeah, she did."

"Told ya so...", Ellie flashes him a smug grin and he grunts in response. "So, ya comin' to the party?"

"Not sure", Joel shrugs, throwing himself onto the couch with a weary sigh.

A little sad at it, Ellie nods in understanding though. "If ya do. Please promise me you'll be nice to her."

"She's the one that needs to be nice", Joel snorts under his breath.

"Seriously, dude?!", Ellie scowls at him. "At least try... she went out of her way to make me this costume. Even though she was helping the other kids with their costumes, mine was the only one she made from scratch."

Joel's head violently snaps in Ellie's direction, "really...?"

Ellie confirms with a head nod, "and she didn't have to, yet she did anyway", she makes sure to stress the topic. "Just for tonight... please be nice."

Throwing a hand of his face, Joel learns backward with a defeat sigh, "I'll be nice."

Joel silently stared at the hat in his hand, Ellie had left half an hour ago for the party and he was debating with himself about whether he should go or not. "It wouldn't hurt to show his face for an hour or so to show his support for Ellie. The kid was excited for her first ever Halloween party and he'd be asshole if he didn't go. Besides, he could take it as an opportunity to thank you for helping Ellie."

Releasing a tense breath, Joel anxiously straightens his cowboy hat when entering the Autumn theme decorated town hall. Children were excitedly running round in their costumes whilst adults were happily mingling amongst themselves. Silently studying the scene from the doorway, Joel's gaze finally lands on you; all dressed up and with the witch's hat on that you had found at the mall. Your back was toward him but instantly knew it was you.

"See ya dusted ya old uniform off to wear tonight", Joel tauntingly remarks from behind you.

Turning around with a hoity arched brow, you slowly scan him from head to toe and flashing him a syrupy smile then. "Fancy seeing you here, Officer..."

The smug smile on Joel's face instantly disappears, "don't start..."

Placing your hands on your hips, you glare at him, "ditto."

Realizing that this could potentially turn into another argument, Joel changes the topic. "About Ellie-"

"I know ya told me to stay away from ya kid...", you interrupt him midsentence. "She approached me though, and besides that, I was in charge of the kids' costumes, so I obviously couldn't turn her away."

You anxiously wait for a sarcastic remark or something in response as Joel silently frowned at your words, finally giving a head nod, moments later and just as he's about to open his mouth to say something, someone calls out for your help. "Excuse me", you comment, turning around and walking off. You don't make it far though, when Joel finally speaks up.

"Wait!"

Halting in your tracks, you turn back towards him. "Your costume looks nice", Joel manages to awkwardly utter out, causing your eyes to widen in shock.

"I- Um...", your words stumble over each other. "Thank you...?", your response finally comes out as a question instead due to being caught off-guard by Joel's compliment. "I-I... have to go...", you awkwardly point over your shoulders, dumbstruck by the entire situation.

A faint smirk crosses Joel's lips as he nods. "Bye...", you manage to stammer out before hightailing it.

The smirk turns into a full-on grin as Joel watched you rush away. "Maybe you weren't as bad as he thought, you were actually quite adorable when shy. Maybe there was a good side to you that he just never really bothered to get to know. Maybe Ellie was right... maybe he should start being nicer to you. Or... maybe you really did put a hex on him...?"

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine Duh-duh-duh-duh-duh-n-duh-duh-uah You better stop the things you do

I ain't lying No, I ain't lying

You know I can't stand it You're running around You know better, daddy I can't stand it 'Cause you put me down Yeah, yeah

I put a spell on you

Because you're mine

You're mine

Yeah, yeah Oh yeah

I put a spell on you

Because... you're mine...

#joel miller #joel x reader #joel x you #joel tlou #the last of us #pedro pascal

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integra1127grimmreaper · 14 days ago

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*To Know Is to Love Him

*Let's Pretend

#javier gutierrez #Javi G #javi g x you #javi g x reader #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal

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Let's Pretend (Javi Gutierrez)

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: fluff, bit of jealous Javi.

Summary: Pt2 of To Know Is to Love Him. It seems that Javi wasn't the only one that couldn't see the obvious signs. Inspired by - Lukas Nelson & Promise of the Real's, feat. Lainey Wilson - More Than Friends.

This evening was Javi's birthday celebration and for the first ever you weren't in the kitchen busting your ass off preparing a huge feast. Javi had insisted on hiring a catering company for the affair and you weren't allowed inside the kitchen under any circumstances for the time being, he wanted you present to celebrate his special day as a guest instead.

You had been quite busy keeping up with the resent guest, so getting an entire day and evening off was happily welcomed, on the plus side, you got to celebrate Jav's birthday alongside him. Not only that, you get to live it up like the rich this evening, almost like you were Cinderella at the ball. Downside to it all, unlike in the fairy tale, Javi wouldn't be your Prince Charming this evening. Your life wasn't some romantic fairy tale, you lived those moments inside of your dreams only, but it didn't bother you at the moment as much as it should. At least you got to spend Javi's day with him, even if it was only as a friend.

Your excitement over the party was overwhelming to the point that you were desperately in need of a distraction, normally doing your paid job would do the trick but with it being a 'day off', you were wondering about the villa like a chicken without its head and that why was you almost landed yourself in warm for disobeying orders.

"What are you doing...?", a familiar voice comments from behind whilst you were busy help the catering staff with the outdoor layout for this evening.

"Jesus, Javi!", you yelp out, "you almost the scared the life out of me...", a hand pressed over your chest as you turned around to face him.

Hands rested on his hips; Javi stares you down with a deep scowl, repeating his words again, "what are you doing?"

"Just helping out...", you flash him a guilty grin, causing him to frown in disapproval.

"I believe you were told not to do anything today, am I correct?"

"You are...", your head drops in shame for not obeying his wishes. Exhaling a heavy sigh, you brave it to look back up at him, "I'm bored and just wanted to be helpful."

Javi's features soften at your words then, giving you a sympathetic smile, "I know you are, Querida. That's why you're so precious to me..."

"W-what...?", your mouth parts slightly, surprised at his word.

Eyes widening at the slip up, "I...I...", Javi splutters nervously. Noticing Gabriela approaching, he quickly changes the topic. "Could you please get her to stop working?", he begs once she stopped beside you.

Brows furrowed at the desperation in his voice at first, a faint smirk suddenly spreads across her lips in understanding then. "Our dresses for tonight have arrived", Gabriela remarks, grabbing hold of your arm and steering you indoors.

"What dresses?", you ask confused, practically stumbling over your feet in an attempt to look back toward Javi for an answer.

"The ones Javi got for tonight's party of course", Gabriela states matter-of-factly, causing you to do a doubletake and halting your steps to stare at Javi in surprise.

A sheepishly looking Javi flashes you a dimpled smirk as he bade you to go along, with silent motions of his hands.

"Come along now...", Gabriela remarks, tugging on your arm. "Those dresses won't wear themselves."

"Javi actually chose this for me?", you stared open-mouthed at the beautiful laid out carefully on your bed.

"It's beautiful, isn't...?", Gabriela proudly beams at your reaction.

Still in a bit of shocked denial, you address her on a serious note, "Javi couldn't possibly have chosen this. It was you, wasn't it?"

"Now why would you think that?", Gabriela scoffs in displeasure at your words.

"I'm just his employee", you remind her. "Why would he go out of his way to do such a thing?"

"So am I", Gabriela remarks frowning and the only thing you could hear was your heart shattering further into smaller pieces. "No, you're much more than that to him..."

Gabriela's features soften a bit when noticing your dejected demeanor, "Javi truly did choose this dress by himself... as a matter of fact, he instantly fell in love with it for you the minute he saw it."

"He is thoughtful like that", you faintly smile, guilt ridden at thinking so poorly of Javi and making sure to add, "that's why he's such a great friend..."

So, lost in your own thoughts, you don't notice Gabriela silently shaking her head you. "Come...", she" lets out a soft sigh of disappointment, "we need to do hair and makeup before getting dressed."

To anyone else watching they would believe Javi's anxious demeanor was due to having Nicholas Cage at his birthday party, but the truth was he was nervous to see you. "Where she?", Javi whisper to Gabriela as he anxiously scans crowd of guests.

"She'll be down soon...", Gabriela replies, smirking at him. "Are you finally going to tell her?"

"I'm hoping to", Javi nervously pulls at his shirt collar, "but what if... what if she doesn't feel the same?"

"She feels the same", Gabriela assures him with a pat on the shoulder.

"How do you know?", Javi's eyes widen in excitement. "Has she told you she does?"

Gabriela's gaze drops from his, "not exactly..."

Javi tuts, frowning at her words. "Then you know nothing and I'm going to make a fool out of myself and possibly ruin my friendship with her."

"No, trust me when I say that she feels the same", Gabriela attempts reason with him. "Just take a leap of faith..."

Still a bit disheartened at the possibility of rejection, "if you think I should...", Javi grumbles out.

"I do", Gabriela states matter-of-factly. "And she'll prove that I am right."

Javi releases a tense breath at her words, "I hope she does..."

"Who are we talking about...?", Lucas suddenly appears besides them, all excited to know what they had been speaking of.

"No one", Javi instantly clams up and Gabriela silently wrinkles her nose in response.

"Aw, come now Primo...", Lucas scoffs in amusement, "you know you can't hold secrets from me."

"I'm not", Javi straightens his demeanor. "We were merely discussing in general."

Lucas' gaze narrows as he silently smirks at them, his gaze shifts for a second and his mouth drops wide open. "Whoa..."

"What...?", Javi and Gabriela both frown at his dumbstruck look.

"Who's that...?", Lucas points out toward you standing at the entrance and they both turn to look.

"Oh, Y/N finally made it...", Javi's eyes light up at seeing you.

"Wait it minute", Lucas grabs Javi's arm before he could go toward you. "That gorgeous woman standing over there, is your chief...?"

"Yes", Javi pulls his arm free, frowning at the way his cousin was eyeing you.

"Maybe I should loan her from you for a bit...", Lucas remarks, a mischievous smirk tugging at his lips.

"My household staff are not bargaining chips", Javi scowls, "now if you'll excuse me..."

Let's pretend we're more than friends tonight Let's pretend, and let each other in

Forget tomorrow We can face the music then But I promise you tonight will never end If we pretend We're more than friends

Let's let go of what we used to know Let's let go and let our feelings show

Forget tomorrow We can face the music then But I promise you tonight will never end If we pretend We're more than friends

"You look beautiful", Javi remarks once his reached you.

"Thank you...", you stammer, shyly looking down to the floor. "You did after all pick the dress."

Javi finds himself going a shy too as his gaze drops as well. "It is your favorite color after all."

Your look up in surprise at the same moment as his does, "you remember?"

"Of course...", Javi flashes you a dimpled smirk. "You wore the exact same color dress the day we met. When I complimented you on it, you told me."

"I didn't think you'd remember", you utter out, completely shocked at how truly attentive Javi was toward you.

"I could never forget anything about you...", Javi admits, staring longingly at you with his puppy dog eyes.

The two of you silently stood staring at each other for quite some time, until Javi was informed it was time to make a speech. "Gabriela is over there", Javi points out to you, "she'll keep you company." You nod in response and just as you're about to go, Javi pulls you back for second. "Do me a Favour and stay away from my cousin." With a confused frown, you silently nod once again.

Javi dreamingly stared at your retreating figure. "You were so utterly beautiful... he prayed that you would reciprocate the feelings has for you. "

#javier gutierrez #Javi G #javi g x reader #javi g x you #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal

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The Replacement - Part thirty-eight

Negan Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Pt 37

Warning: violence, angst, threat of murder, and something satisfying at the end.

Negan begrudgingly leaves your side after an hour and you find yourself alone in the bedroom now in a kind of solitary confinement with a guard at the door, in completely different house than the kids. You were grasping at straws, feeling yourself going stir-crazy at not knowing what the hell was going on outside. You weren't sure where the kids were, whether they were safe, weren't sure if your husband was doing well, and what made it even worse was not knowing the whereabouts of your daughter.

Negan himself wasn't faring so well either, Ezekiel had chewed his ass out majorly over the loss of the map; making sure to drill it into Negan's mind exactly what he thought of him. Knowing he had fucked up and that it had cost them dearly, Negan could only think of one direction in which the situation could be save and he knew it wasn't going to be one you would approve of.

Whilst the two of you were battling the inner turmoil against yourselves, unbeknownst to all, Darly, Connie, Carol and Maggie were secretly making their way into Alexandria via the sewerage tunnels.

"So...", the Warden remarks with an arche brow as he stands up from behind his desk. "You gotta name for me...?"

Negan silently stares at him for a moment, finally a broad smirk crosses his lips. "Yes...", he remarks flashing him a toothy grin.

You slowly stirred awake at the loud commotion sounding from outside when suddenly a guard burst into your room. "Get up!", he commands abruptly.

"What's happen?", you scowl as he roughly pulls your arms behind your back to bind them and begins directing you out of the room.

"Don't ask questions just move!", he growls, pushing you to move faster. As you exited the building, that's when you notice that everyone was being dragged out of their sleep and marched towards the windmill.

"Y/N...?!", Ezekiel calls out, attempting to pull free himself when noticing you were restrained and being led by two guards in the same direction.

Nearing the windmill, everyone was near blinded by spotlights being turned on directly onto them. One the lights moves away and the Warden steps out into it, "there's a traitor in our midst...!", he loudly declares, stopping dead in front of Ezekiel. "Someone who thinks his above the rules."

For a split second, you thought he was referring to Ezekiel. That was until he turns to look to the side, and your heart instantly drop to your stomach when a restrained Negan was being led in front of everyone.

"This prisoner admitted to spearheading a rebellion", the Warden remarks, staring in Negan's direction now. Turning his attention back toward crowd, he continues, "any co-conspirators will be given the benefit of the doubt..." Heart racing, you stood helpless as he loudly read out what was clearly your husband's dead sentence. "I trust they were not acting of their own freewill. So, only he...", the Warden points in Negan's direction, "will be punished!"

Negan regards the Warden with a stoic look, spitting out the blood that had been pooling in his mouth at the Warden's feet in a last act of defiance. "But it's important that you're all here to see...", the Warden continues unfazed. "To remember...!"

"No! This is not happening! You could not lose your husband! Your daughter could not lose her father!"

Managing to break loose, you run forward as you cry out pleadingly, "Negan!" You don't make it far unfortunately as the guards intercepts you before reaching him.

"Hey. Hey... its ok...", Negan calls out to you assuringly as you helplessly sobbed at what was about to happen. Negan and you silently stare at one another as you continue to struggle with the guards, tears streaming down your cheeks at the thought of losing your husband. Giving you a look of content, Negan finally speaks, "I love you..."

"Get him on his knees!", the Warden orders.

"No!", you scream out, refusing to stop attempting to break free but your cries are ignored as they lead Negan to the base of the windmill.

"This is what happens when you forget your place", the Warden declare loudly. "Take your positions!", he commands as they place your husband on his knees a firing squad lines up in front of him.

"No!", you cry out, trying with all your strength to get to him. "Don't let him do this! No!", you plead with all your might, "Ezekiel, help him!"

Everyone remained exactly where they were, none of them even attempting to speak up. "Was this really what it had come to? You had lived with these people for years, helped provide for them, protected them, even considered some of them friends, and this was how they were repaying you? Standing silently by, refusing to heed your pleas for help as they slaughtered your husband and the father of your newborn child right in front them."

You were so lost in anguish that you don't notice Negan flashing the Warden a triumphant smirk. The Warden stares at Negan in realization then, "there are no martyrs here", he remarks, walking up and grabbing you.

"No. No!", Negan screams out at the Warden as he drags you forward to kneel beside your husband. "That wasn't our deal!", Negan attempts to get up and stop what was happening. "Take me. Take me!", he pleads whilst struggling to protect you, but he's forced back down.

"You will feel this punishment!", the Warden mercilessly remarks to Negan as everyone stood in utter shock that you were to be executed alongside your husband.

"That is not what you said!", Negan screams out as the Warden steps aside. "No! You take me! Just me!" Negan helplessly stares at the guards lined up to execute you, one gives an obnoxious smirk, the second is completely stoic and the third one eyes were glazed with a bit of pity.

"Ready...", the Warden calls out and they raise their weapons.

"You...", Negan calls out to the fourth guard, he had been the one who Negan had escorted Negan to the Warden and then to you earlier. "You have a family...", Negan pleads with him. "Don't do this. Please...!"

The guard seemed to second think the situation as his weapon lowers slight. "I said, ready!", the Warden growls out, but Negan continues to plead with the guard.

"Leave her! Take me! Just take me!", Negan presses. "Our baby needs her mother. Please...!"

Ignoring Negan's words, "aim...", the Warden calls out and the guards do so. Taking one last look at Negan, you give him faint smile as he stares back at you, utterly gutted that couldn't at least save you. With silent tears, you turn to look forward and await your fate, when suddenly Ezekiel steps out in front of the two of you.

"What are you doing?", a shocked Negan whispers at him.

"I don't know", Ezekiel responds with raised hands, turning to face the firing squad. Soon, Magna, Kelly and a few others join him.

Negan, you and the guards all look on astonished. "I admire your bravery...", the Warden remarks in amusement, turning toward the guards, "shoot them all." Some of them reluctantly raise their weapons as the crowd begin to loudly remark in protest.

The group surrounding Negan and you, take a step backward to enclose around you. "You don't have to do this", Ezekiel pleads with them. "This world is broken, but we don't have to be."

The first reluctant/fourth guard silently lowers his weapon, tears forming in his eyes as he turns to his fellow guards. One by one, they all lower their weapons, except for obnoxious guy. Realizing what was happening, he does lower it but only for a second; aiming it at 'fourth guard', when he raises his weapon in the Warden's direction. 'Fourth guard', manages to shoot him first, giving the Warden the opportunity to grab Kelly during the distraction. Placing a gun against Kelly's head and using her as human-shield in an attempt to escape. Everyone rushes forward to stop him as slowly backup away with a sobbing Kelly, distracting him from the fact that Daryl and Connie were right behind him.

Once free, Negan throws a now injured Warden facedown onto the ground, raising a rock in the air in preparation to bash his brains. "Negan!", someone yells out for him to stop. Pausing mid-air, Negan turns to see Rosita and Gabriel hastily approaching. "Don't kill him", Rosita instructs as Gabriel turns him onto his back. "Where's my daughter?", Rosita demands grabbing hold of him.

"He knows where Coco is?", you anxiously rush forward to stand over beside Rosita. "Then he must know what happen to my baby?"

The Warden looks at both you and Rosita, breathlessly chuckling at your desperation to find your children. "Where are they?!", Rosita screams in his face, yet he still refuses to respond. Fed-up with his bullshit, Rosita decks him hard in the face. Noticing the now reanimated dead guard attempting to stand up, she drags him over and you step back as far as possible as she dangles the Walker over his face. "Where are they?!", Rosita demands as you watched with pleasure. "Tell us where they are?!"

He flashes her cocky grin, "you will lose everything...", are the words he utters out. Rosita's gazed shoots toward you, to confirm if you had heard his words. With a huge scowl on your face; you tilt your head to the side, silently responding with a high arched brow. Acknowledging it with one of her own, Rosita shoves the Walker direction into his face to devour him, briskly storming out thereafter.

As entertaining as you would have found the scene, you decide to forgo it; following Rosita instead, as finding your children was most important on both your list.

#negan #twd negan #negan x reader #twdfanfic #twdlovestory #the walking dead #jeffrey dean morgan #jdm

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Falling Sky (Dave York)

Dave York Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: mention of attempted murder, mention of murder, threatening murder.

Summary: Pt4 of Isn't My Affair Anymore. Everything that could wrong for Dave, does. Inspired by- Red's - Falling Sky

Dave was not his usual calm and collative self this morning; constantly checking both his phone and wristwatch almost every second as went through his normal morning routine in helping get the girls ready for school, anxiously awaiting a notification that the job had been successful. All that soon shifted once Carol entered the kitchen with the person, he least expected.

"Honey... the front doorbell is broken. Your old army buddy was at the backdoor for almost five-minutes..."

"Actually, I was his team leader... seven years", McCall comments broadly smiling at a dumbstruck Dave.

Now it falls all around me Did I think I could run away? Now it's coming to find me This world that I deserve Now it burns across this shattered earth I lift my eyes to fire

Carol and the girls had left Dave and Robert alone in the kitchen to talk and it didn't long for it all went to hell.

"I took this off the guy who tried to kill me yesterday", Robert explains, placing a cell phone on the table. "Just like you said... 'cleaning up'. Everybody's looking into the Brussels hit, nobody's safe. You, your family... nobody."

"It's military encryption", he remarks when Dave reaches out for the phone. "You should take it to the office, run the numbers... check the names against the passenger manifest in and out of Brussels on the day surrounding the flight."

As a speechless Dave, scans through it. "Whoever we're looking for may call to that phone...", Robert states matter-of-factly as he points to it.

"I'm on it. I'm on it", Dave anxiously obliges, placing it inside his blazer pocket. Taking a quick look at the kitchen entrance, then down at his wristwatch. Robert watches all this with a broad smirk, taking out his own phone then.

Silently, Robert makes a call, placing it on loudspeaker and immediately, Dave's phone begins to ring. With pursed lips, Dave silently avoids eye contact with him whilst it continued to ring. Finally looking up at Robert with a death stare then.

"Tell me I'm wrong Dave...", Robert stares at him disappointedly. "You gonna answer it?", he presses when Dave refuse to respond to neither his question nor the ringing phone.

"What happen, Dave?", Robert asks.

Finally, removing the phone from his pants pocket, Dave slowly waves it in the air and points it at him. "You died...", he gives a short sarcastic chuckle, throwing the phone onto the table in defeat.

Under a falling sky Hopeless, there's nowhere to hide The terror is real this time Under a falling sky I'm under, I'm under a falling sky There you are, so far away Did you think I was fighting you? I only wanted to carry you so far away from here The nightmare bleeds, the poison seeps I hear you call, you're screaming, screaming

After revealing all to Robert, Dave and he left the house, making their way across the street to the vehicle stationed on the corner. Resnik, Ari and Kovac exits it as the two nears and Dave silently signals for them to standdown.

"Gentlemen...", he greets them, and they return it.

"Looks pretty good for a dead guy", Resnik remarks with a grin as Dave anxiously stands on the sideline, finally speaking up then.

"We all want you to know that this is nothing personal."

"What you do, what you become... is not my concern", Robert remarks. "The world is full of so-called men like you, when in a perfect world... everything we do, comes with a price. But this ain't a perfect world. People do bad things, if you lucky you get a chance to... set it right."

Dave stares deep in thought at Robert's words as he continues, "but most of the time, it goes unpunished. This ain't one of those times... The mistake you make was you killed by friend, so I'm gonna kill each and every one of you." He makes a point of staring each of them dead in the eye, "and the only disappointment in it for me... is I only get to do it once."

Under a falling sky Hopeless, there's nowhere to hide The terror is real this time Under a falling sky I'm under, I'm under a falling sky

My fate it rains, it rains like cinder The cadent drums, the war it comes Growing thunder, terror, wonder Falling, falling, it's falling

"Does he know everything?", Resnik enquires once Robert had left with Dave's family.

"Basically", Dave grunts in response as stared down the empty street.

"Does he know about-", Resnik gets cut-off by Dave.

"No, he doesn't know about her being part of the team and I plan on keeping it that way."

"We should still warn her though", Resnik presses.

"Don't need to", Dave states. "She's already on high alert and went into hiding. Put in leave from work immediately after Susan's memorial, went to her house and it was empty."

"What?", a confused Resnik stares open-mouthed at him. "How did she know?"

"She doesn't know about McCall", Dave grunts out, confusing Resnik even more.

"Then why?"

Bracing his hands on his hips, Dave's drops his head with a heavy sigh. "She figured out about Susan instantly when she saw my face at the memorial. Also figured out that I realized, she figured it out and bailed immediately."

Sucking his lower lip inward, Dave squints back up at the empty street, "she thinks I'm going to kill her. That's why she's running."

"Were you going to...?", a now pale Resnik stares at him.

"No. Never...", Dave scoffs in disbelief at his question. "How could Resnik even ask him that? How could you even believe he would do that to you...?"

Resnik exhales a heavy sigh of relief and Dave just side-eyes him. "We should at least try to get in touch with her, warn her about what's happening", Resnik pushes.

"No!", Dave growls out, grabbing hold of Resnik's jacket. "As long as she believes I'm out to kill her, the safer she is." Letting go of Resnik and pressing the heal of palms into his eyes for second in frustration, Dave finally glares at all three of them. "McCall can never find out about her involvement with the team...", he warns them. "Are we clear about that?"

All three nod in silent agreement. "We have to prepare", Dave states, "we have to kill him before he kills us."

Dave remained outside long after the others had left, staring in a daze at the still empty street whilst be battle the inner turmoil brewing inside him.

"No matter what happens, McCall can never find out about you. You were never a part of this, he created this mess, and he was going to fix it. Even if he couldn't save himself, then at least he could save you."

Under a falling sky The terror is real this time It's over now, it's over Now

The terror is real I'm under, I'm under a falling sky

Under a falling sky I'm falling, I'm falling The terror is real this time I'm falling, I'm falling Under a falling sky I'm falling, I'm falling I'm under.

#dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #the equalizer 2 #pedro pascal

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part IV

Series Masterlist

Part III

Warning: misogyny (its ancient times- 'eyeroll'), threat of violence, threat of sexual assault (its war...'eyeroll again'), violence and death.

Summary: You execute your first siege with as less bloodshed as possible.

The life of a warrior truly was not for the faint of heart. Weeks spent on open sea and days on land to get to your destination, the hardest part being the battle itself. Having finally arrived at the gates of the city, the adrenal coursed hotly through your veins in anticipation for the battle to come. Although with the strategy planned by your father and yourself it might not be as such a bloodily battle as one would expect. Your goal was to return home victorious but with a low fatality rate as possible. “What satisfaction would be brought if you lost half of your abled warriors at the end of the day. Not only that, would never be able to face the widows and orphans of those soldiers knowing that were responsible for the deaths of their husbands and father.”

That was why you were doing this. You, along with five of your father’s most trusted soldiers made your way to the gates of the city. Making sure to keep a good distance; you stood with a shield against your front, three shielded soldiers stood in front of you, whilst two stood beside you. “Who goes there?!”, a voice calls out from the watchtower of the city.

“I have come to negotiate with your leader!”, you call out in response. You wait a moment before someone else appears on the wall.

“Who are you and what you want?!”, the person enquires.

“I am, Valeria Severa...! I have come on behalf of General Severus to accept your surrender!”, you respond, noticing the look of surprise that a woman was in charge, crossing the man’s face. “

“Surrender?!”, the leader bawl out in laughter. “Why would I do that?! And to a woman!”

The hand holding your shield tightened as you clenched your jaw furiously. “There are three outcomes to this situation”, your eyes were dark with fury as you spoke. “You surrender peacefully, and your people will be spared. Reject this offer and your city shall be burned to the ground, along with its people by dawn tomorrow!”

“I could always just kill you now and this battle will over with!”, the leader smirks arrogantly in response.”

The soldiers surrounding you instantly take a defense stance; dropping to kneel, the three in front shields panted firmly into the ground, the two beside you had theirs facing upward, locking onto the front shields to protect from an arial attack. If the opposition were to launch arrows, all you needed to do was drop down in between the rest but you were not about to do that at all. Instead, you through your head back in mocked laughter. “You could do so, yes... but then your city shall still be burned to the ground!”

The leader staggers backward in shock at your unfazed demeanor. “Wh... what is the third option?”, he stammers, quite fearful of how unhinged you seemed.

You flash him a sinister smirk, “one-on-one combat between the strongest warrior on your side against the one on our side. If your warrior wins; we shall leave peacefully from here and your city shall remain untouched. And if our warrior wins; you shall open your gates in surrender with the promise that none of your people shall be harmed.”

Like a fish gasping for air, the leader stood open-mouthed as he struggled for a response. Noticing this, you smirk confidently at hm, “you have exactly one hour. If you have not come up with a decision by then... your city shall be brought to waste.”

“Will they surrender?”, your father enquires as you, Caius and the other senior soldiers assembled inside the tent.

“I am not certain”, you reply.

Caius softly chuckles at your response. “They way their leader almost soiled himself at our Valeria’s bravery out there, it is most certain they shall.”

The other seniors join in then and flash your father a smirk. “I believe they would most likely take the third option.”

Your father stared down at you pridefully, “if so, are you prepared?”

Straightening up to a more serious stance, you dutifully nod, “yes, General.”

“Good, then it is settled”, he remarks, turning toward the others then. “My apologies for not assigning any of you to this.”

“Apology for what?”, they remark in union. Staring at you with prideful eyes, Caius speaks then, “each of us have contributed to our Valeria’s warrior skills. She does us all proud by taking this mantle.”

With a faint smile, you silently bow your head at them in thanks. “Then its final”, your father comments. “Let us prepare for either a one-on-one combat or a full-on siege.”

The hour had come for city’s decision on whether they would peacefully yield or savagely fall. You, along with your five trusted fellow soldiers met the leader and his companions, now face-to-face at the previous spot, your father and the rest of the army not far behind as they awaited to hear the outcome.

“Have you come to a decision?”, you address the leader.

With a sour look upon his face the leader’s gaze drops as he speaks, “we do not wish for any innocent blood to be shed.”

Brows shooting up in surprise, “you yield?”, you remark almost disappointedly.

“No!”, the leader’s gaze shoots up toward you, a mixed look of fear and determination in it.

“What is your decision...?”, your eye roll in annoyance of having this dragged out. “Do I cut you down right here as we stand and have my fellow soldiers sack your city then?”

“No! No, there is no need for that!”, the leader hastily speaks up. “It is merely... what sort of leader would I be if I were to merely hand my city and people over without a fight?”

A broad smirk spreads across your face then, “I take it, that you have decided on the third option then?”

The leader stares at you stoically then and nods, “correct.”

“Excellent”, you smile, handing your shield to Caius so you could remove your helmet. (You hated wearing it during battle as it restricted you too much, it merely for show.) Clearly seeing the look of utter surprise from your opponents’ faces at witnessing your entire features, you nearly laugh in their faces at it. “What was a woman with such beautiful features doing on a battlefield?”, were most probably they were thinking, you heard all before and always chose to ignore.

“Where is your warrior?”, you remark once the shield was handed back to you.

“I am here”, a brutish male confidently steps forward from the group.

“Perfect”, you flash him a malice smirk, removing your sword and rolling your shoulders as you ground into a fight stance. “Let us begin.”

“Is this a jest?!”, the warrior bawls out in laughter, turning toward his fellow soldiers in an amusement. “You expect me to fight you?!”, he turns back toward you mockingly. “A mere woman!”

The others laugh along with him, all except the leader. “He knew to fear you... there was something about you that heeded him of it.” The warrior points toward Caius then, “you! I shall fight you.”

Caius’ arches a brow at him, a knowing smirk crosses his lips as he takes a silent step back. “Will no one fight then?!”, the warrior challenges the other four and they all respond the same as Caius. “Fine then!”, he growls out in frustrates as he glares at you. “You should yield now, little girl... before I destroy that pretty face of yours.”

Your fellow soldiers laugh at his words as you arch a brow mockingly at him. “So be it then...”, he snarls at you, licking his lips then, “once I finish cutting up that pretty face of yours and killing all your men... I shall find much pleasure in defiling that body of yours.”

You felt as your fellow soldiers began to seethe in fury at his threat of you. These were the men that watch you grow up, they each contributed to moulding you into the warrior you were, they each considered you as a daughter and they would be damned if anyone were to threaten you as such.

You do something then catches your opponent completely off-guard; throwing your head backward and loudly cackling at his words in one instance, dropping it forward again with a dark malicious look in the next as you suddenly charge at him.

Barely managing to raise his sword in time to block, the warrior stares open-mouthed at you as you slowly begin to overpower him in the strength hold of your blades. “How?! How is this possible...?”, he stammers in utter shock as you push him backward, making sure to slice his cheek open whilst doing so.

“Oh, my... did I cut up that pretty face of yours...?”, you remark with a mocking smirk.

Letting out a loud growl; he attempts to charge at you and dodge out of his way, taking a slice at his back when he stumbles pass you. He continues to charge at you multiple-times and you continue to slice at parts of his body as you dodge each time. Your opponent was now on his knees with labored breath as he attempts to get up and you were quite enjoying yourself until Caius spoke up. “Enough, Valeria! Cease with this fooling about and finish it!”

Rolling your eyes at him, “as you wish...”, you respond, raising your sword and slicing his head off.

The leader and his men were so utterly shocked by what that had witness, that none of them register when Caius and the others seize hold of them. Once they were restrained, you raise your bloodied sword into to the air for the signal that your father and the rest of the army could advance.

Pushing the leader toward the city gates, you command as he stumbles forward, “have your gates opened and people come out to surrender. Your city, along with its occupants now belong to Rome.”

Part V

Tag: @nosebeers@cherrys4suckers @iamsebastianstann

#general marcus acacius #marcus acacius #marcus acacius x you #marcus acacius x reader #gladiator ii #gladiator 2 #pedro pascal #general acacius

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To Know Him Is to Love Him (Javi Gutierrez)

Javi Gutierrez Masterlist

Warning: fluff and angst

Summary: You've been in love with Javi for the past five years, everyone knew it, everyone one except for Javi himself. Inspired by - Dolly Parton, Emmylou Harris and Linda Ronstadt's - To Know Him Is to Love Him.

To know know know him Is to love love love him Just to see him smile Makes my life worthwhile

To know know know him Is to love love love him And I do

Five years. It's been five years since you moved to Mallorca, Spain to become the personal chef of the Javi Gutierrez. Five years of friendship with Javi, five years of secretly loving him and five years of watching him fall in love with another. Gabriela was a lovely person though and you couldn't be faulted for your situation, it wasn't her fault that Javi never saw you as more than just a close friend. There were instants that you had contemplated confessing your feelings to Javi, but the fear of rejection withheld you from doing so. So instead, you remained a loyal friend and confidant to Javi whilst your heart silently withered away with unrequited love.

"Good morning...", Gabriela breezes into the bustling kitchen whilst you and your assistants rushed to get everything done before the honored guest's arrival.

"Morning Ma'am", your assistants greet in return then continue with their work.

Halting what you were doing to move toward her, you flash her smile, "good morning, Gabriela..."

Gabriela returns your smile as she silently signals with a head tilt to follow her. "Is everything prepared?", she enquires once you've exited the kitchen.

"Relaxing...", you softly chuckle at her obvious nervous state, "everything thing is on track and our guest won't be disappointed."

"You're truly a godsent...", Gabriela sighed in relief.

"It's my job", you smile, giving a comical shrug and Gabriela scoffs at you downplaying yourself.

"You're the best chef ever!"

"Ok, ok...", you chuckle at her overenthusiastic behavior, and this was why no matter what, you couldn't hate her for being the one to had captured Javi's heart. With that thought in mind, your manner turned sober, enquiring then, "when will our guest be arriving?"

"Probably in the next hour or so", Gabriela responds a smile tugging at her lips. "Javi has gone to the mainland to welcome him."

"I better get back to the kitchen then", you remark, giving Gabriela a comical salute and the both of you burst out laughing as you hastily hightailed it back to the kitchen.

"I can't believe we're having Nicolas Cage as a guest!", you hear one of the maids squeal excitedly at another. Shaking your head in amusement, you leaned against the doorway of the smaller dining room, they were supposed to be cleaning. "He's so handsome...", the other one remark fanning her face dramatically, "I can't believe, Mr. Gutierrez managed to get him to agree to attend the party."

Hearing soft footsteps approaching down the corridor, you tilt backward to see, Maria, the housekeeper making her way toward you. With a mischievous smirk, you signal for her to remain silent as she gets closer. Maria stands beside you as the two inside continue fangirling amongst themselves. Shooting you an amused wink, Maria loudly remarks, "shouldn't you be cleaning?"

The two jump in surprise, nervously stammer in their apologies for slacking off. Maria and you silently shook your head as the maids run about like headless chickens to finish their work.

Leaving the two to their work, Maria and you wait until you're out of earshot to begin chuckling at the two's antics. "Handsome...", Maria rolls her eyes at the maids' remarks. "He does not hold a candle to our Javi", she teasingly elbows you in the side, "am I right...?"

"I don't know what you mean", you respond, a little flustered at realizing that your feelings for Javi were that obvious to others.

"Don't act all naive", Maria scoffs. "It's an open secret that you're madly in love with him."

"Well, I shall like it to be well-kept instead", you retort.

"You should tell him how you feel, Maria continues to press. "The two of you make such a lovely couple..."

You couldn't contain the chuckle that slipped from your lips, "if Javi were to fall for one of his employees, my money would be on Gabriela..."

"Don't sell yourself short", Maria scowls at you. "You and Javi are perfect for each other."

"Keep telling yourself that...", you drawl, patting her shoulder.

"I will", Maria confidently states. "Just you wait. One day, you and Javi will raise your family in these very walls."

"That's a far stretch", you silently chuckle with a head shake.

I'll be good to him I'll bring love to him Everyone says there'll come a day When I'll walk alongside of him

Yes, just to know him Is to love love love him And I do

After Javi's return from receiving the honored guest, you were in search of him; wanting to make sure if there were any changes to be made with the dinner menu. Maria had mentioned seeing him on the outer balcony, so that was where you headed.

"Worst mistake of your life...", while nearing Jav's location, you stopped dead in your track when seeing him and Gabriela in a deep animated conversation. "They make such a perfect couple. Maria was utterly mistaken in her thoughts about how Javi felt towards you."

You couldn't blame Gabriela for falling for Javi, the man was what every woman prayed for. He was so utterly sweet and caring, passionate about the things his loved. Be it writing or movies, Javi drove into it with an almost childlike enthusiasm.

Plain and simple; to know Javi Gutierrez was to love him. Your only hope in life was that he would notice how much you truly loved him.

Why can't he see me How blind can he be? Someday he'll see That he was meant for me To know know know him Is to love love love him

Just to see him smile Makes my life worthwhile

To know know know him Is to love love love him And I do...

#javi gutierrez #Javi G #javi g x reader #javi g x you #the unbearable weight of massive talent #pedro pascal

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What Have You Done?! (Dave York)

Dave York Masterlist

Series Masterlist

Warning: angst and mention of murder.

Summary: Pt3 of Isn't My Affair Anymore. It becomes quite clear that Dave has fucked up majorly. Inspired by - Keith Caputo & Within Temptation's - What Have You Done.

A/N: realized now only had the wrong Brian spelling, so fixed it in this one.

This entire moment seemed so surreal. It was only yesterday that you had spoken with Susan and now you were attending a memorial service for her. "Attempted robbery gone wrong", was what they said yet it didn't sit well with you. It was just too coincidental that she would be murdered whilst investigating the death of a DIA operative and you were praying that the direction your mind was going to involving her death was wrong. "You were wrong. You had to be wrong, right...?"

Arriving at the house before it became overcrowded with mourners, you find Brian alone in the study where Susan always used to work. "Hey", you greet him with a thin smile, and he returns it with a grief stricken one of his own.

"How you holding up?", you hug him tightly. Just as you expected, he doesn't answer, merely shaking his head whilst sobbing against your shoulder.

"I'm so sorry", you gently rub his back. "If... if only I had gone with..."

"No", Brian mutters tearfully shaking his head at your words. "It wouldn't have made a difference, you could've..." You silently watch as he battles to speak further, "they would've killed you too. Dave was with her over there and not he could prevent it."

Brian's hold onto you tightens as he grieves for his wife and the only thought you had was; you weren't quite that sure about Dave not being able to prevent Susan's death.

The house was stuffed to capacity with people who came to show their respect for the late Susan, and it was quite something to see the impact she had over so many people's lives. Susan had been a wonderful human being, one that didn't deserve the ending she got. It was a complete tragedy what had been done to her, one you prayed Dave had nothing to do with.

He hadn't made an appearance yet, something you were grateful for and were hopeful that you would be able to avoid him until leaving the gathering. But it was all wishful thinking when you had to run out for more refreshments as the mourners kept adding up.

Carry a snack platter in each hand whilst deep in thought, you stop abruptly in the kitchen doorway when seeing Dave standing in front of Brian with a sympathetic hand on his shoulder. In slow motion, you watch as Brian thanks Dave for the glass of water. Dave silently nods in response, giving Brian's shoulder a squeeze, turning your direction to exit the kitchen.

All motion around you seem to freeze as Dave's eyes widen at the sight of you and that was when it all became clear to you; the look in his eyes was actually one of guilt.

"What have you done...?"

Would you mind if I hurt you? Understand that I need to Wish that I had other choices Than to harm the one I love What have you done now?

I know I'd better stop trying You know that there's no denying I won't show mercy on you now I know I should stop believing I know there's no retrieving It's over now, what have you done?

What have you done now? I, I've been waiting for someone like you But now you are slipping away (What have you done now?) Why, why does fate make us suffer? There's a curse between us Between me and you

"He did it. Dave had been the one behind Susan's death..."

You had hoped, you had prayed, and you had been absolutely wrong.

"You had to get out of here! If he killed Susan, then there was nothing to stop him from killing you too. You had to get away from here, away from him and you had to do it now."

"Let me help you", someone offers, and you gladly hand the platters over.

Brian noticing your presence, steps around Dave to get to you, "thank you."

"It was nothing", you respond with a weak smile, "unfortunately, I have to be leave now."

With a silent head nod, Brian pulls you for a hug. "Take care, Brian...", you gently pat his back and unfortunately, your eyes make contact with Dave's once again. You blood runs cold then at the dark look in his eyes, "I... I'll keep in touch", you inform Brian, backing away from him to hastily make your escape.

Rushing down the front steps to hastily get away as far as possible, you don't take notice of the individual from across the street as he watches you flee from the late Susan's home.

"What have done, Dave? What have you done...?"

Would you mind if I killed you? Would you mind if I tried to? 'Cause you have turned into my worst enemy You carry hate that I don't feel It's over now, what have you done?

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part III

Series Masterlist

Part II

Warning: swearing, fluff, bit of smut.

Summary: The time for your first campaign has arrived and your father confides in you of what his known all along.

A/N: Carissimus(m)– dearest. Cor meum – my heart. Dulcissima(f) -sweetest .

It was the evening before you were to leave for your first campaign and you were spending it in the arms of your beloved, something you had been doing for the past few evenings. Your father had wanted you to be well prepared for the campaign and request for Marcus to assist your training yet again, even going as far to host him at the villa for the duration of it to ensure it as a priority. During the daylight, whilst the villa buzzed with the sounds of servants working and clashing sounds of your and Marcus’ training, the evening darkness whispered of its occupants deep in slumber and the muffled sounds of passion shared between lovers.

“I wish that you did not have to go to war”, Marcus remarks whilst the two of laid in your bed.

“I have a duty to my father and to Rome”, you sigh whilst gently stroking his chest. “It is my destiny to walk the path of a warrior.”

Releasing a sigh of his own, Marcus pulls you tightly against him, “I knew it was inevitable, yet I still wish for you not to go. If so, I would have preferred to be there with you.”

Pulling back from his embrace to better look at his face, “you have your own legion to command.” You assure him then, “my father shall be there, along with all his senior soldiers that I either grew up around or had personally trained me.”

“That still does not put my mind at ease”, Marcus grumbles in displeasure.

“You have no faith in my capabilities it seems”, your pout, arms crossed over your chest.

“I have plenty of faith in you, Cor meum...”, Marcus softly chuckles at your behavior. Pulling you down for a kiss, resting his forehead against yours, “it still does not stop me from worrying about you.”

You tenderly smile at him in response, “I know, Carissimus... Let us cease this discussion now. This is our last night together until I return, and I do not wish to waste it on such trivial matters.”

“What do you wish to waste it on then?”, Marcus smirks, bouncing his brows at you suggestively.

Pushing him down onto his back, you flash him a mischievous a smile as you straddle him. “You know precisely what my favorite pastime with you is...”

“Oh, that I most definitely do...”, Marcus smirks, tilting you forward to allow the tip of his cock to notch at your entrance.

“Gods, Marcus...”, you softly cry out as he slowly lowered you down onto it.

“Always so fucking tight...”, Marcus grunts, bucking up against you and your eyes rolls back with a loud gasp.

“Gods, I shall miss you whilst gone...”, you groan, tipping down to capture his lips in a kiss.

“Me too, Dulcissima... Me too”, Marcus groans in response, tightening his hold on you as he thrusted up into you at a steady pace.

“Who is the woman accompanied between the generals?”, a junior solider enquires another.

“Not sure”, the other shrugs. “Perhaps a camp whore?”

“A camp whore dressed in armor?”, the first one snorts.

“Perhaps, she is only for the general...”

Before the second solider could open his mouth to comment, they were interrupted by a senior solider that had overheard the discussion. “Hold your tongue! Do you not know who she is?!” They both shake their heads, too afraid to speak.

A broad smirk crosses Caius’ lips as he narrows his gaze on them, as he proudly explains. “Her name is Valeria Severa. The only daughter of our general and fellow solider to us.”

“The rumors are true...?”, both junior soldiers stare open-mouthed.

“Of the general’s daughter being a fierce and skilled warrior?”, Caius’ smirk broadens to a smile. “You shall have to witness it firsthand for yourselves. What shall say, is that you should tread carefully around her... as beautiful as she looks, she is even more brutal.”

Both junior's eyes widen at the remark as they turn back to silently study here, neither of them willing to test that theory in fear that it would be a bad outcome for them.

Your father was busy seeing to last minute preparations whilst you settled below deck accompanied by Marcus. “Wish I was going with you”, Marcus sighs dishearteningly.

Letting out a sigh of your own and wrapping your arms around the back of his neck, you gently rest your forehead against his. “I know, Cor meum...”

“If only I was certain your father would not enter here at any moment, then I would take you one last time”, Marcus growls softly, capturing your lips in a hard kiss. The passionate moment is soon interrupted a knocking at the cabin door, and you separated from each other just as your father enters.

“All is settled... we are ready to set sail”, he announces to the both of you.

“I shall take my leave then...”, Marcus remarks, taking your hand to press a kiss onto it. “Lady Valeria... may the Gods guide you to a flawless victory and keep you safe.” He then turns to your father with handshake and pat on the back, “Septimius, safe travels my friend.”

Reaching the door, Marcus turns around to stare at you one last time, his eyes silently conveying which he could not speak out in your father’s presence. “I love you...”

Biting into your lip in fear that a sob might break loose, you give him a silent head nod in return.

“Do not fret, you and your lover shall reunite soon enough”, your father nonchalantly remarks once Marcus left.

Your eyes widen in shock, “you knew all along...?”

“That he has spent the entire week in your chambers each night?”, your father snorts in amusement. “I may be old, child... but I am not dim-witted.”

You gaze drops in shame, “forgive me father.”

“You are a grown woman”, your father shrugs. “I could not have asked for a more suited man for you.”

Your head snaps upward in surprise at your father’s words of acceptance. He offers you gentle smile, “Five years of service is all I ask of you. After that you shall be free to live your life with him.”

A broad smile breaks across your face at his words, “thank you, father!”, you rush to hug him in your excitement for the future. Your and Marcus’ future together.

“Enough, now...”, your father chuckles, patting your head. “Let us now focus on the campaign.”

Stepping back, you straighten up and salute him. “Yes, General.”

Part IV

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