#IT'S BEEN LESS THAN AN HOUR BUT I MISS THE LENGHT ALREADY

[bluebellhairpin]

took my nails off. end of an era.

[bestie-enthusiast]

Chapter 1: Prologue

This is the Prologue to my PTA! Dad! Zemo fanfiction. It is the second of 11 chapters.

The Previous Chapter is for Character Introductions, if you want a more gentle introduction into this au, go check it out.

Fic summary: After the untimely death of both his wife and father due to a bombing, Baron Helmut Zemo takes his son and immigrates to America. He does not expect to find a family nor a romantic partner, and he especially does not expect to find the ability to heal. To grieve.

And yet, here we are.

This is a story about connections, growing, healing and mourning the past while still appreciating the future and all it has to offer.

Lenght: 1428 Words

If this interests you, keep reading!

“Are you ready, Carl?” Zemo asked his son, using their native tongue. He wanted his son to grow up knowing the history of their family, despite the fact that their country had been wiped off the map in all ways but physical. Carl was already fluent in Sokovian of course, as well as English and French, but he did not want his son to get rusty just because they were no longer living in Sokovia.

“Yes, papa!” His son responded excitedly, standing impatiently at the door while his father put his shoes on. He was starting at his new, American, school today. Even though he was sad to leave his home and old school, his new home was very big and exciting, and papa had told him that his new school would be “just fine.”

“Alright, come now schatz.” His father opened the door and gently took his hand. Carl eagerly skipped along the sidewalk as they walked to his new school. He was wearing his new clothes, and papa had said he looked like a gentleman. His papa was also wearing new clothes, he had a fancy coat with fur.

They eventually made it to his new school and Carl paused, looking at his father with uncertainty.

“Do not worry, my liebling. It is only for some hours and then you can come home.” His father reassured him, and Carl warily stepped into the school grounds. He continued walking, eventually finding a group of children playing hopscotch. They let him join, and soon enough he had entirely forgotten about his nervousness.

Zemo stared at his son, smiling slightly with relief when Carl found some children to play with. He was glad that Carl was able to find some children to join. The two children looked like brothers.

“Are you new to the neighborhood?” He heard someone ask beside him. He looked over, seeing a snarky faced woman. She had clearly dyed her hair a horrible blonde, and had a rather obvious fake tan.

“Ah, yes. We have just recently moved here.” He replied with a smile. It was difficult to take his eyes off of his son, but it would be more polite to look at the woman while they conversed, so he managed. He noticed her assessing his outfit and his smile grew a little more tense.

“Are you the one that bought that great big house over… oh whats the street name…” Zemo’s smile grew strained but he reluctantly prattled off the name. “Oh yes that's it! Me and my husband had been planning on buying it, you know but-” Zemo tuned her out, still politely nodding and making eye contact, but not really processing what she was saying.

“Carol!” Another voice shouted out, this time a kind looking woman. She bore a resemblance to the two boys his son was playing with, so perhaps she was their mother. Either way, she earned some respect from him, after all she was getting him out of this dreadfully boorish conversation.

The lady who he had been talking to scoffed under her breath, making him frown. How horribly impolite. “What do you want, Sarah?” She asked rudely, scowling deeply at the other women. Zemo was confused, this other lady, named Sarah apparently, appeared very kind.

“I just wanted to let you know that Hunter is throwing another fit.” Sarah responded, her once sweet smile turning a more sickly sweet, the smile of a woman who knew she had won. The rude woman, Carol, stomped off in a huff, over in the direction where a crying child was throwing themself around on the ground. Zemo grimaced slightly, some people should not have children. He turned to Sarah, giving her a slight smile.

“Hello,” He greeted, eyes flickering over to Carl briefly. He was still playing with the two boys. They had moved onto a different game, he noticed.

“Hey! Sorry about the intrusion, not that you looked like you were enjoying the conversation much.” Zemo let out a little chuckle, that was accurate.

“It is water under the bridge. You are correct, I was not all that interested in what she had to say. I apologise if this is impolite, but are those two boys yours?” He asked, pointing at the brothers that appeared to be teaching Carl some sort of game.

“Yeah, they are. Is that your kid with them then?” She asked back, and Zemo nodded. Carl seemed to be having fun, that was all that mattered. The loud bell suddenly rang, making him flinch slightly. He could see Carl jump in surprise, but he got over it quickly and rushed into line with his new friends.

“That’s a rather loud bell.” He commented quietly, waving to Carl as he went inside. There was a rather attractive man holding one of the doors open for the kids. That was one of the teachers, if he was remembering correctly. Mr. Barnes, although he went by Mr. Bucky, or more simply Bucky. Zemo licked his lips slightly, missing the beginning of Sarah’s reply.

“-get used to it. But considering how old your kid is, I’m assuming you’re not from around here?” Zemo shook his head, both in response and to clear it.

“Ah, no. My son and I recently immigrated from Sokovia.” He explained, watching as the last of the children trailed into the building. He took a deep breath and turned back to Sarah, who was already looking at him with a peculiar expression on her face.

“Sokovia?”

“Sokovia. It is a small European country located close to Serbia.” Sarah nodded and held out her hand. He gave it a firm shake, and gave her another small smile.

“Well, it was certainly nice meeting you, Mister…”

“Zemo. And you as well Miss...:”

“Wilson.” She obliged with a laugh, waving him goodbye as she started to walk down the sidewalk. Zemo spent a moment longer looking at the school, before starting his own walk home. He lived a fair distance away from the school, close enough that he could still walk with Carl on days with kind weather. On other days with worse weather? Well Oeznik could drive them.

As soon as he arrived home he jumped into his work day. Many things around the estate needed sorting out, and he was also sorting out all of his income and income sources. The day went by very quickly, and soon enough he was telling Oeznik to prepare the car so that he could pick Carl up. He flawlessly parked along the sidewalk and began the short walk over to the school.

The school day had yet to end, but he had spotted Sarah, so he made his way over to wait with her.

“Hello again, Ms. Wilson.” He greeted, giving her a slight smile.

Sarah looked at him and smiled back, hers much brighter than his. “Well, hello stranger.” She joked, hiding her smile when he once again flinched at the loud bell.

“It is so unnecessarily loud,” he complained under his breath. Sharon laughed and turned towards the school, prompting Zemo to do so as well. It took him a moment, but he soon located Carl, who was also with Sharon’s two sons. He waved and Carl waved back, weaving through the students and parents milling around. Zemo bent down and scooped him up, giving him a tight hug before setting him back down. He could see Sarah looking at him out of the corner of her eye as she greeted her own two kids.

“You really love him, huh?” She said quietly, looking at Carl as he gestured wildly in the conversation he had started with Sarah’s two boys.

“He is my everything.” Zemo replied, just as quietly, staring at his precious son. He suddenly cleared his throat, startling Sarah slightly. He would not start to cry like some of the other parents, he was a baron, nothing more, nothing less. “I will be seeing you tomorrow, yes Ms. Wilson?” He asked.

“Yes of course, and you can just call me Sarah.” She replied, giving him a soft smile. He returned it and gently rubbed Carl’s back, telling him it was time to go. Carl eagerly followed him to the car. It wasn’t the most fancy or expensive car he owned by far, but it was luxurious and comfortable. Once he had made sure that Carl was safely buckled, and started to drive home.

Carl told him all about his day, and for the first time in a long while, Zemo allowed himself to completely relax.

Tagging: @morganbritton132 (who provided the idea for this fic) and @i-ll-be-the-moon (who is very nice and wanted to read it <3)

[2ya2yao]

SUPER JUNIOR PROMPT FIC CHALLENGE!

Hi! So, in order to increase SJ fanfics on tumblr I made this thing.

Check under the cut because is long af.

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Fic masterlist here!

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Rules:

You can choose up to 3 prompts. You can either write 2 or 3 different one shots or combine the prompts, it’s up to you.

It can be the lenght of words you want (less of 1k, 3k, 5k, etc.).

You can add an original character or do it with a reader insert. Female and male are okay, we don’t discriminate.

Let me know on my ask, notes, etc. what prompt(s) you’ll take and for which member(s).

When your one shot is ready, send me the link (ask or message, it’s ok). I’ll post it on my side blog with a list of fics made specially for the challenge. I’m posting this here because I have more followers, sorry.

The challenge will be closed until all prompts are taken.

Reblog this so more people can participate! lol. That’s it, have fun!

General prompts:

“Are you drunk?”

“This is why we can’t have nice things” for SJ in general, taken by @k-ryeo

“ Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person.” for Siwon, taken by @kfaem

“How about a hug, hm?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“I’m not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention.” for Yesung, taken by @international-kpopfan

“This is, by far, the dumbest thing you’ve ever done.” for Leeteuk, taken by @justmitchie

“ Why are you naked?” 

“You fainted, straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention, you didn’t have to go to such extremes.” for Siwon, taken by @superwinkies

“People are staring.” for Leeteuk, taken by @justmitchie

“Wanna go see a movie with me?”

“It’s a real shame nobody asked for your opinion.”

“You’d be a great mom/dad.”

“I don’t care what they said, it doesn’t mean shit!”

“You’re really hot, it’s a shame you have that personality.”

Dialogue prompts: 4 & 5 are one dialogue, I’m sorry my stupid ass thought they were two separate ones lol.

“Take my hand.” “Why?” “I’m trying to ask you to marry me, so take my damn hand!”

“I’m surprised you haven’t killed him yet.” “I keep trying but nobody let’s me get very far.” for Yesung, taken by @gratatata-shalala

“I’m just tired.” “That’s understandable. Go and sleep, I’ll sort everything out.” for Leeteuk, taken by @obsessedwithbbandsuju

“It’s not fair. You keep this up and I just might-”

“You ‘just might’ what? Leave me? Hurt me? You’ve done it all.”

“Can you give me a massage?” “No, because you moan really loud and our neighbours think we’re having sex.” for Eunhyuk or Ryeowook, taken by @international-kpopfan

“Are you SURE I can’t punch him in the face?” “Yes.” “What if I break his nose a little?” for Siwon, by kfaem.

“We’ve been driving for hours, are we nearly there yet?” “I would honestly like to tell you something other than ‘no’, but life is cruel.”

“Did you just… agree with me?” “Oh, I wish I could take-” “Nope! You said it! No take-backs!”

“Stop being seductive.” “I was being myself, but okay.”

“Just calm down, things will be fine.” “My wife/husband is being held at gunpoint and you think now is a suitable time to tell me to calm down.”

 "You should think things through before you say them aloud.” “Where’s the fun in that?” for Heechul, taken by @ditttiii

“Can we start over?” “From where? We were doomed from the beginning.”

Smut prompts we thirsty af:

“You’re so perfect. And I’m so fucking lucky.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you?”

“No touching. You just sit there and watch.”

“Take off your clothes.”

“Oh, the things I’d do to that pretty mouth.”

“I want to hear you beg for it.”

“There’s not enough makeup in the world to cover up this hickey, what did you do to me?”

“Bend over, I’m not kidding.”

“You have no idea what you do to me.”

“I like it when you say my name like that.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss you senseless right now.” for Kyuhyun or Leeteuk, taken by @international-kpopfan

“We’re in public, you know.” for Heechul, taken by @obsessedwithbbandsuju

Prompts source: here, here, here and here. woop. I thought it was going to take me longer. Thanks in advance if you participate! ♡

[drarryruinedme7]

Trans Harry!

Hey nonny, thanks for this ask. It took me a while, but I hope this makes a little bit of sense. 💕

Drarry (Harry-centric) | Rating: T | Lenght: 2,3K | Tags: Trans (Genderfluid) Harry/Harriette, mention of sex, pronoun bracelet

Friendship isn’t always a picnic. Going through trauma together can separate people, but life always finds a way to bring close again those meant to be and Ron and Hermione will now have to learn to get to know their old/new friend Harriette.

I’m Not (Just) Harry

Harriette hurried down the stairs of Grimmauld Place, trying to finish tying her braid as the doorbell kept buzzing. She opened the door with a hand still holding the end of the braid, to find Ron, Hermione, Ginny and Neville standing in front of it, strained smiles on their faces.

“What…” She froze on the spot. She hadn’t heard from any of them in three years, always dreaming of a possible reunion but… it seemed too good to be true. None of them ever reached out, not even when The Prophet wrote those articles insinuating that ‘Boy Who Lived and Death Eater Boyfriend Planning to Take Over the Ministry’.

Maybe she was hallucinating? Hesitation coursing through her brain, she raised a hand and poked Ron’s cheek; it seemed real.

Ron’s eyes widened and then he snorted, shaking his head. “Erm, Harry? I know we…um.”

“Oh, for Circe’s sake, Harry, can we come in?” Hermione’s voice was soft, wary, exactly how it was when she had to talk with Ron after a quarrel. Except that this time it was toward Harriette.

“I’m not Harry.” It was out of her mouth before she could even think about it. Well, better this way. They had the audacity to show up at her house after three years of silence and what, expected to be immediately welcomed?

Ginny crooked her head with a fond smile on her face. She probably thought Harry was completely pissed off. “Oh, really? And who are you?” Neville snickered next to her.

She shook her head. “I’m Harriette.” And left the braid to show them her bracelet: it was light blue, pink and white, the trans flag. They probably had no idea what it was anyways. On it her pronouns: she/her.

Ron sucked in a breath as Hermione’s mouth dropped open. It was Ginny who recovered first. “I’m sorry Har-Harriette. We had no idea…”

Harriette opened her mouth to reply, to tell them to come in, when a familiar body pressed against her back, Draco’s scent reaching Harriette’s nostrils, pouring calm in her.

Draco’s drawl was soaked in his smirk. “Wow, what do we have here? Two weasels, Granger and Longbottom… as I live and breathe.”

Neville’s cheeks tinged a light pink, but when he spoke, Harriette recognized her brave friend. “Hi, Malfoy… Draco. Harr- Harriette, I know we didn’t call ahead, but… we wanted to speak to you. It’s been so long…”

Harriette nodded, shifting to the side to let them come in as Draco breathed in her ear, “Are you sure it’s alright?” 

She turned, landed a soft kiss on his cheek. “Yes. They’re here in any case. We might as well listen to them.”

Once in, Harriette lead the way to the kitchen, inviting them to take a seat, pouring hot tea with milk for everyone. Draco sat next to her, sipping his tea. “So?”

Ron looked into his mug and then at Harriette. His eyes were shining, his fingers restlessly scratching the mug, a nervous gesture he never lost, then. “Harry…ette.” He quickly added, blinking a few times, opening his mouth and then closing it again. “Oh Merlin, I don’t know how to do this, I’m so sorry. We… okay, we’ve been idiots! Big, shiny idiots, who turned your back because you… you… fell in love with Malf-Draco. That was stupid but we were…”

“Mourning?” Harriette interjected, a smile appearing on her face. “Listen guys, I know. The War just finished, and I went and fell in love with an ex-Death Eater, a bully who treated Hermione like shit for years, posh, spoiled brat—”

“You know, I’m right here.” Draco pouted annoyed, crossing his arms in front of his chest. Harriette snorted and reached for his hair, stroking it lightly. He looked pleased enough and closed his eyes under Harriette’s touch. She resumed, “But he has also flaws, of course.”

Harriette looked at his friends, at their rigid poses, their wary eyes. “It must have been difficult for you to accept it. I know it. It hurt because you are… you were my family. But I understand you and I’m not angry with you.”

Hermione sniffled and that’s when Harriette realized she had been silently crying, clutching the mug in her hands. She wiped away the tears with a hand and took a deep breath. “Harr-Harriette, we’ve missed you so much. We know… Luna, Dean, Seamus, they’ve all stayed friends to you and I… Every day, I wanted to call you, to-to see you, but… every time I thought it was too late, I had fucked up, we lost each other. But…”

“What she’s trying to say—” Ron interrupted her, placing a hand between her shoulder blades, stroking her back with his thumb. “—is that we want to get to know you again. You, with Draco, you, Harriette, you… our friend. We miss you.”

Ginny and Neville were nodding alongside, Ginny looking directly at Draco. “You still stole my boyfriend.” Rising an eyebrow, defiantly. Smiling, shaking her head. “And I’ve been a hypocrite. I knew things didn’t work between us Harry, um, Harriette. I just… I was hurting. I thought you were my person and. Yeah.”

“Is anybody addressing the fact that I’m here?” Draco gestured towards himself in a theatrical manner, rolling his eyes. 

Harriette laughed, happy that someone mitigated the mood. “We could never forget it, love.”

Everyone laughed, the tension in the room vanishing a bit. It was Draco once again to dissolve it. “Do you want to stay over for dinner? We have some friends coming, I’ve got a promotion at work, you know.”

Neville lightly clapped his hands. “Congratulations Draco! Well, why not? I can cook my special cookies.”

Harriette nodded, smiling. She looked at Ron and Hermione, an understanding look passing through them. No matter the years they’d spent apart, they still were her family.

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Pansy arrived less than an hour later, the disbelief of seeing Harriette’s friends melted away as Neville started paying her compliments, one after another, making very clear to everyone he found her ‘incredibly changed from school’, ‘so clever,’ and ‘that blouse looks fabulous on you.’

After accepting Neville’s compliments with a predatory grin, she turned to Harriette, surveying her. “Harriette! You’re still like this? Everyone will arrive in an hour!” Pansy gestured at her clothes and face, rolling her eyes. “I always have to step in, don’t I?” She Accioed her make-up and sat on the couch next to her, started applying her make-up.

She was putting her mascara when Harriette looked at Ron, smirking. “Wipe off that expression from your face Ron.”

His cheeks turned an alarming shade of red, his freckles almost disappearing, mixing with his blush when he spoke. “I! It’s just… you… why the make-up? When? How? I mean…” Hermione’s elbow in his ribs startled him and he abruptly stopped talking, looking mortified.

Pansy rolled her eyes, finishing to apply a deep red lipstick on Harriette’s lips. “You sound incredibly transphobic, Ronald; may I suggest you take a deep breath and count to 10 before speaking? The majority of Harriette and Draco’s friends are gay, one of them is trans as well, you may want to watch your tone.”

“Oh, leave him alone, Pansy. It’s all new for them, I get it,” Harriette said, finally finishing tying her braids and smiling at her friends, now gathered around her. Draco approached her and sat next to her, caressing her jaw with a finger.

It was true. It was all new to them, and they were there, finally open to listening to Harriette, finally there for her, and she wanted to make them feel part of her life again. Smiling, she started talking. “See, the thing is that after the War I felt so fucking lost. I had no clue what my life should have been because, because… there was no one to tell me. I mean,” Harriette took a deep breath, Draco stroking her cheek helping her stay calm. “Since my first year of life, I was never actually free, was I? The Dursleys, they… abused me. I know this now. I had no voice in my life and then I came to Hogwarts and yes, it was great. Except that… I still wasn’t free free. I lived only to save my arse from Voldemort and then to save everyone’s arses. I… never had the time to discover myself. Like, could I sing? Could I draw? Did I like hot chocolate or tea more?” A sob escaped her — she was still going to therapy, learning to deal with her past. Talking with her old friends, the ones that knew her when everything was out of her control, was proving to be difficult.

Pansy hugged her, wiping away the few tears stuck in her eyelashes, careful not to smudge the mascara. Harriette looked up, towards Ron. After all these years, having him back seemed like a dream and she sighed in relief. His eyebrows were knitted together but Harriette could see in his eyes he wanted to understand, to listen to her, to be there for her, finally.

Draco squeezed her shoulder and asked, “So, do you like hot chocolate or tea more?”

Draco’s irony helped once again to improve the mood, making everyone laugh and Harriette’s heart lighten.

“You know I don’t like hot chocolate! Well… In the end, turns out that I didn’t even know anything about my identity and my sexuality. Eventually, during our eighth year, I discovered I was attracted to Draco, a boy. And what a boy. Ex Death Eater, spoiled, bully—”

“We’ve already been there, thank you!”

“—and yeah, we ended up together. As you all know. Most people disliked us, and me, for loving Draco, but… now things are settling. The world has learned I have my own life, apparently, and I can do the fuck I want with it. And Draco, we’ve been together for three years now and I couldn’t be happier. He’s helped me through all this discovery, you know?” Harriette closed her eyes, gathering the courage for the next part. When she opened them again, she saw all her friends looking at him with genuine curiosity, smiles, fondness, patiently waiting for her to continue. She found in their eyes the strength to go on.

“Now I… go to therapy. I uncovered certain memories with my therapist and discovered that, well, I don’t always feel exactly like a boy and… this is me now. Not — not always, just… at the moment is… something I’m trying to understand better. That’s why I have the bracelet. You’ll meet Steph later, she’s trans too. I don’t know what my future holds, but right now I’m… Harriette or Harry, depends on the period, and I need, I need people who can support me in this.”

“Oh, Harriette…” Hermione was suddenly in front of her, crouched at the foot of the couch, taking her face in her hands. “We’ll be here for you, I promise. I love you and I think it’s wonderful you’re finally living your life, and not the one that others want or think for you.”

“Yeah, you’re my best mate, you’ve always been. I’ll try to be here for you, Harry or Harriette or whatever else.” Ron got up from his seat to go hug Harriette too and soon Ginny and Neville joined them.

There was no need for a lot of words: they grew up together and even if they’d be separated for three years, they still loved each other, they still cared for each other.

When all of their friends arrived and were socializing in the dining room, Harriette took a moment alone, observing them all together from the atrium, dancing with the music, chatting, eating. Ron was embarrassing himself in a wild dance with Steph, Neville and Pansy were shamelessly snogging on the couch, Hermione, Ginny, Blaise and their other friends were playing truth or dare, laughing, kissing, singing. 

Harriette sighed, contented to have them all back in her life, a tear slowly rolling down her cheek. A warm body again appeared at her back, embracing her in a tight hug. Draco kissed her neck, whispering to her ear, “Are you alright, love?”

She nodded, fearing that opening her mouth would bring a vale of tears.

“I told you they’d be back in your life.” He smirked on her neck, tickling her.

“Shut up,” she muttered, already half-hard in her pants.

Draco sneaked a hand lower, brushing it on her bulge. “You didn’t tell me you were still thinking about your gender. It’s been months since you started wearing the ‘she’ bracelet, I thought…”

Harriette bucked her hips forward, pushing her bulge against Draco’s hands, moaning at the touch. “I… don’t know, Draco. I still… it’s complicated. There are days when all I want is to wake up without my cock, my beard, but… other times I like it, I… love having sex with you giving attention to my c-cock…”

“Like I’m doing right now?” Draco’s voice was low, sending sparks down Harriette’s spine. His hand slipped inside her trousers, gripped her cock, giving a slow tug.

“Merlin, yes.” Harriette was already meowling, bucking against his hand to get more. “B-but we, this is your party, w-we should…”

“Fuck until dawn? I agree.” Draco took her hand and tugged to bring her away from the party.

Harriette snickered, following him, muttering under her breath, “Not exactly what I meant, but well, who am I to say no?”

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Thousands of times thanks to my betas/sensitive readers @primavera-cerezos, @everyoneinspaceisgay and @zopno. ❤️❤️❤️Tagging @bblgumbby, @inevitabledrarry and @secretlycrazyhummingbird. ❤️

[ellus986]

Always knew you / chapter seventeen

Joe Mazzello x reader

Warning: swearing, unprotected sex (use condoms kiddos, if you don’t wanna have kiddos)

Comment: Y/N is corrently 22, while Joe is 36.

Summary: you knew Joe all of your life, and as best friends you two always find the way back to each other.

You landed in Bali in the early hours of the day, but even at that time it was boiling hot compered to the freezy plane. You get down the yankees sweater as soon as possible as you step outside of the airport to get into your transfer car, what will take you to your first private villa you booked.

The Island was chaotic and yet beautiful from the car you are sitting in with your husband. Your husband, will you be ever get used to that?

“What is on your mind, wife?” You can hear how proud he is to call you his wife.

“Thinking about how am I going to get used to calling you my husband!” You giggle.

“Is it that bad?” He chuckles into your neck.

“No, the oposite, it is the best thing in my life!” You smooth your hand in his messy hair. “I love to say it next to daddy!”

You feel his hand slowly rubbing your belly. “I love both, mommy!” He wishpers into your ear.

“Can you believe?” You moan into his hair.

“That you made my life better than I ever imagined?” He cups your face and puts kisses all over it.

“You speak Mr. Perfect?” You felt your heart racing in your body already.

“Me, I just stole from your youth, you are the one who decided to just let her life go down the sink, and lift me up!” He chuckles, but you can see in his brown eyes he is serious.

“Hey! I did not let my life go down! It’s just starting to be fun... and you don’t need my youth!” You poke your forefinger into his chest.

“Are you not afaird for even a second that you won’t live everything you wanted before starting a family?” He asks, and you don’t know where to put this behavior.

“Are you?” You ask back, even you are not sure you want to hear the answer.

“No, never, I want nothing more than starting a family...” he admits, and you look into the deep hazel eyes.

“As do I!” You cut in. His eyebrows are raising high so you continue. “I grow up next to you old man! I kinda always were a little bit ahead of my age...” you look at him in disbelief as he still can’t believe you, or atleast his face tells you that. “I told you when I was three and you were sixteen that I’m going to marry you. Don’t you think I have been dreaming about it all of my life? I like to get waisted sometimes, but man to wake up next to you is something I like way better, and I love the thought of that I have your child under my heart. I would never ever change this to be a young and wild girl!” You roll your eyes.

“Are you really sure?” He asks, and you roll your eyes again.

“Not like I could just walk away...” you look at your hand with the ring on it, while you are rubbing your still inseeable bump. “But yes I’m sure I want you to be my husband and I want to be the mother of our children.” You smile at him.

“I want nothing more and nothing less!” Comes from him, while you are spellbound by his deep, dark eyes.

“Silly, anything else is not an option!” You giggle as you turn back in your seat and put your head on his shoulder as he does the same. “You can’t get rid of me anymore“

“That’s the spirit!” He puts his hand on your belly, and you almost instantly fell asleep.

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You are sitting on front of the giant window on the bed and look at the rainy forest, and the rise lands under you. Joe was still sleeping next to you, but you are already awake thanks to the morning sickness.

He turns to you and hugs your leg in his sleep. You can’t help it, your face is just an enormous smile, as you start to play with his messy, redish brown hair. His breath is softly slicks on your leg, and you can’t imagine better place to be. “Oh little one, you choosed the best daddy ever!” You rub your belly slowly, and feel how the love just gets trought all of your inches.

The first one week of your honeymoon showed you have deep you can love someone. When you married Joe you thought you knew everything, you knew how you can love him, and how he can love you, but you were wrong. Your love gets deeper and deeper everyday, it shivers in your body every minute more and more. You see how different is the love in his eyes, how much more he fell in love with you. You never thought you could fall more, but now you know there is no limit in this, you will just fall for all of your life. How could you not, if he was an ecxelent gentleman, a caring dad, a loving husband. You adored him, as you adored your child. You felt everyday happier, and more loved.

You played with his hair for more than an hour before he started to wake up. “Good morning handsome!” You wishper.

“Good morning beautiful!” He groans into your leg. “You couldn’t sleep?”

“Yeah, the dinner is out!” You laugh. You always were afaird to speak about vomiting so casual, without the frear of the one you talk to will not likeing you for it. It wasn’t the case with your husband, you could speak about how you vomited all night and he would look at you with the same love in his eyes, before he kisses your still bad tasting lips. He did it several time by now.

“Poor wife!” He grabs you and pulls you to make you more lied down. He starts to kiss your belly, before the words fall out of his mouth. “Sweet child o’mine!” You start to giggle, but he haven’t finished yet. “Please don’t make your mother so sick, I want to see her happy!”

“I’m happy!” You shout the answer so quick.

“Yeah? You are?” He looks up at you with a chalenging face.

“Yes, I am!” You nod with a big smirk on your face. “I’m with the two most important people in the world right now, sleeping or listening to the rain, while you are sleeping on my legs who cares? To be fair the second sounds better!”

“You love to be a stalker! I knew it!” He chuckles and you still staned by his humor.

“Not as much as you! Mr. ‘Cause he is great!” You giggle.

“You stalker!” He tickles you.

“I haven’t stalked you! Seen you commenting ‘cause he is great! I was curious where did you commented that...” you laugh. “Turned out you stalk your stalkers!”

“That is not true!” He tries to not chuckle. “I was tagged on that picture!” He says it like a royal, chins up, eyes never on you, before he grabs you into a laughing tickling battle.

“Okay,okay I give up!” You giggle hands in air.

“You give up?” He asks still tickling you.

“Yes, Yes, Yes please stop!” You suffer under his hands.

_______________________________________

You are sitting in a restaurant with your husband. The sun was almost fully covered by the ocean, you are just sitting next to. Your hand is in his hand, while he is smoking on his - to be specific Eugune’s - pipe. He only got it out twice in the last two week, and you find it sexy in a way. “You know you should stop with this habbit!” You giggle.

“What can I do, if it makes you horny?” He winks at you.

“Think about your child!” You wink back.

“Okay, thank you, you ruined it!” He puts it down.

“Sorry!” You lean over the table and kiss him.

“You will always get out the dad card if I do something stupid?” He asks so disgusted, you can’t keep the laughter back.

“Yes!” You smooth his auburn hair out of his face.

“That is no fair!” He looks like a child now, who’s toy was taken.

“Welcome to the adult life!” You can’t stop laughing.

“I’m an adult for a long time now!” He crosses his hand infront of his chest.

“Yeah, I can see!” You crack up more laughing.

“Can we concentrate on our dinner?” He asks hufish.

“Yes, ofcourse!” You try to end your laughing.

Joe is just a little kid all way while you eat. He sulks all night, giving you the mad eyes, or just not even looking at you. You giggle on him more than he is okay with it, but you can’t help it.

After he payed, you get up and hold your hand out for him to take it. He is hesitating just to play with you, but eventually holds your hand. You walk on the street full of drunk teenagers, and maybe some of your age.

“You see? You miss out the drunk nights like their!” He wishpers.

“You have fomo again, I’m not good enough for you anymore?” You giggle. He pinches your jaw suddenly and kisses you deep, and violent. You can feel how he is getting hard.

“Ofcourse you’re enough for me!” He holds you close cupping your face, so noone can see how much he is effected by his own move, but those hazel eyes are telling you everything.

“I don’t need the pipe to be...” you can’t end your sentence as he kisses you again. It is wild, hot and steamy.

Some girls are walking by and one of them slaps on your ass. “Get him girl!” She yells as they walk away, and you giggle into Joe’s mouth.

“You heard her!” He bits your bottom lip.

“Oh yeah I did!” You grab his hand and walk with him.

“Oohm, the hotel is in the another direction!” Cough Joe.

“Yeah, I know!” You nod, as you finally find what you were looking for. A dark alley. “I won’t wait until that!” You walk him into the dark.

“Wait what? But anyone can see...” he can’t end it, as you throw you panties in his face. You see as his eyebrows are raising as he shakes he head and follows you farer from the street.

“This is the fun, I want to do before having kids!” You giggle into his neck as you unbutton his pants. “I told you it is better to be underwearless!” You let his hard cock out of his jeans. You get on your knees and taste him, while you eye fuck him.

“Are you sure?” He stutters, before you nod with his dick in your mouth. It doesn’t take long before he puts his hand on your nape and moans. You groan as you feel him moving trowards your lips, while your hand is helping you out, as you can’t take all of his lenght in.

You know he is close, but you want to feel him inside you. Just when you part your lips from his member he lifts you up, and gets on his knees, puts his head under your dress. You giggle what real quick turns into a moan. He can work wonders with his mouth, don’t speak about how he knows to move his nose just in right position, just in the right time.

You feel empty as he gets up. “Please!” You moan.

“Needy woman!” He whispers into your ear as he lifts you up with one hand, and help his prick into you with the other, as you put your legs around his waist. You are sure people can hear the sound of the banging skin even from the street, but you don’t care. You tense as he trust himself into you completly. “Sorry...sorry” he is about to pull himself out.

“Don’t... I just need some second to get used to...” you kiss him.

“Are you sure?” He moans into your mouth.

“Yes!” You bounce on him, and he shivers.

“If you do this one more time I can’t control myself!” He groans as his fingers are carved into your bottom, but you move again. “Please! I don’t wanna hurt you!”

“Fuck me Joe!” You wishper into his ear, you don’t need to say it twice he grabs your ass even harder and he pumps in you so fast, you can’t remember anything else, just his name. “Joe!” You bit his shoulder to not scream as you cum, around his thick cock.

“Y/N!” He moans into your neck, as he spreds your wall with his seed.

To be continued...

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The Hardest Path (Father Brown, one-shot in English)

[Sinopse] Basically, The Owl of Minerva (S03 E15, season finale) with Sid's point of view, a bit of slashy twist, and some drama that could give a nice Mexican soap opera a run for their money. Sorry for it. :3

[Word Count] 4,444

[Disclaimer] Father Brown belongs to the family of the writer G.K. Chesterton (books and short stories, published between World War I and II), and to BBC (adaptation into the very groovy TV series, since 2013). This is just a fanwork, meant for some pleasure, enjoyment, entertainment, and maybe some tears, absolutely without any intention of financial profit whatsoever.

Cross-posted to AO3 and FFN.

 1.

- Kembleford, 731.

Wasn't it easier just to say “Hello?”

He never knew how to react to any joke, to the point of making his pranks lose any trace of fun.

He also never did anything the easiest way.

Probably had never been allowed to go through the easiest path, never had been given any opportunity to play, relax, chill out, try to live a normal life. And for some reason, as absurd as the iron-hard discipline imposed on him, he just never have spared any time to complain, or to rebel.

It was unbearable, to see that stupid act of a trial, with tons of false evidences and bought testimonies, could be taken to the last consequences. Who could see a murderer in the most upstanding man in town? How could such an  uptight, unable to turn a blind eye to some useless, silly rule, be unable to disrespect the sacred gift of life? Even more, the life of a fellow copper, an apprentice who also swore to serve and protect innocent civilians?

The house that they have temporarily given him would remain empty, until the arrival of the next Inspector.

For a few weeks, it'd be, again, an old, empty cottage. Just as dead as any of the graves in the cemetery behind the Church.

Regardless of how many people would be living there, for Sid, that house would never come back to life again.

The next time that the phone would ring, it wouldn't be that boyish voice, affecting cold and authority, that would answer the unlucky interlocutor. That lost expression, a tired attempt to keep people at arm's lenght, would never repeat the address, instead of trying to keep a normal conversation.

If Sid picked the lock, with his good old magic trick, instead of a key, like the previous resident, or any "honest person", he wouldn't have to worry about the nearly empty cupboards, always forgotten by the owner, neither about the ancient plumbing, which would never spend more than a month without breaking, and giving an unpleasant but never unexpected surprise.

He'd never see the well-known mugs stained of coffee or tea, or the plates of pancakes in the sink; and would never listen to the sound of big bands, easy listening or jazz, and never would get weirded out by the otherworldy voices of an opera, because any part of the small and smart collection of  long-plays would spin lazily in that old turntable again.

The slim and well-known figure would never come back to nap or brood in the armchair in the sitting room. There would never be another trenchcoat, wet with dew or rain, or any well-tailored suit jacket, in any dark, austere colour, hanging in the rack by the door. And the sofa would never be laden with that mess of old books full of markers and scribblings.

The next occupant of the police cottage would never have time to stop and enjoy their own home.

And Sid would never have to worry about other nightmares but his own.

Because the person for whom he used to make the nest of blankets that was not in the bed anymore would never come back home, seeking shelter for another cold and sleepless night.

 2.

When Her Ladyship answered the phone, soon after breakfast, Sid feigned the typical mischievous smile, thinking that the call had no more news than another wave in Mrs. M's, or another of Lady F's informants, eternal river of gossiping.

However, when she fell instead of sitting in the sofa, and raised those beautiful green eyes to her loyal servant, the sadness in the precious face became a telepathic message. A single mind, heavy with affliction, multiplied into two.

To the contrary of Sid's fear, the endangered person wasn't the Father, but the person involved in his new "amateur" investigation.

The man that Sid though as gone to never be seen again; condemned to death, for a crime he'd never even think to commit. A man who finally raised in riot against the useless machine that chewed him up, and spat no more than an empty shell back into the world of the living.

Fragile, subdued, dirty, covered in bruises. He was beaten, wounded and broken, physically, mentally and spiritually, in the unjust prison. Didn't look, even in the slightest, like the equivalent guarded in Sid's memory, heart and senses.

Nevertheless, the tired voice had the same timbre, and the hazel-coloured eyes, the same innocence, for which the driver would never be able to resist.

His smart eyes devoured that exhausted shadow, and focused instantly where the suit sleeves couldn't hide parts of horrible red marks in the other man's wrists.

Blood boiled in fury, destroying impulse without a certain target, the need to protect someone who ignored his own closeness to death. An infinite conflict on sentiment, silenced by the former petty criminal.

It was easy, too easy, to fake a joke with the absurd irony of the situation, and even easier to open the cuffs, in less than five seconds.

Look into the well-known eyes and see them full of pain was hard, too hard, and fight the will to soothe the wounded innocent, dress, balm and clean his wounds, almost impossible.

Like always, the black-haired young man ignored his needs, and went on with his story. After biting back a tired sigh, he exposed the free-masons' conspiration, and his own desperate masterplan to clean his name, and get his honor back.

Good God. He still thought about going back and serving the stupid machine of "justice"? With his own life, probably??

Carter felt even angrier, and questioned the prisioner's sanity even more vehemently. The fugitive broke out of jail... to refuse all other offers of help, and go back to the enemy's lair, in a few hours, to get the only and last true evidence that still remained for the case.

A clue that costed two lifes, and his could perfectly be the third.

"Have you forgotten which one of us is the police officer?"

Why did he come and ask for help and shelter, to the found family he despised, for all the time he lived in the town, if he was planning to go alone, in a damn suicide mission, first thing in the morning?

The Father offered a conciliatory answer, soon ignored by the kamikaze; a blanket and the presbytery's sofa, and a break for sleep, and plan a more appropriate counter-attack in the morning.

Sid could see Sullivan, though the shadows in the curtains; his vague outline, curled up in a tight ball of tense muscles, painful bruises and restless nerves. Could feel him struggling in insomniac silence. Both man had been unable to sleep that night.

Sidney was already used to see the stubborn officer working until falling to exhaustion, every time an enquire proved to be more complex than usual. It was obvious that he haven't had even a nap in the previous few days, and that his conscience hasn't gotten off for even a moment of rest, since the start of that perverse circus act.

During the brief, but lovely time they spent nearly living together - in clandestinity, of course - the repentant scoundrel learned to use all sorts of silly and sly tricks and persuasions, to get his constantly tense companion some time to rest, or to eat, even if it were just once in a while. He definetely saw no bother in the fact that the only place where the enslaved policeman could have a proper night of sleep was in the warm nest between a certain thief's chest, and one or two fluffy blankets.

The few exceptions were the annoying, unnecesary situations he spared to make his very best Inspector pose, and be more resistent than his usual.

The bloke was an Atheist and came to ask for sanctuary in the Chuch; to beg for the blessed interference of a man whose kindness and wisdom he overlook and misunderstood.

But he didn't ask for help to the man who know him better than anyone, who kept the most precious and most dangerous secret of his wounded heart.

The silent rejection, a quiet goodbye, sounded loud and clear in Sid's heart. The pain in the con artist's chest was not new. Seeing the Father go back with the Army, to the War; watching Susie go in a bus to London. Biding farewell to a beloved person always hurt the same.

Although, the family had an urgent problem right now. Thomas Sullivan was an innocent man, who brought them a case to solve, and a need of justice to be attended.

The man came, in a moment of despair, to ask the protection of the family. Regardless of how many times he'd soon ask to be abandoned again, none of them would leave him in his darkest hour. Even less a penitent rascal.

3.

When the Father organized the family's combined efforts, Sidney adored the idea of playing the living dummy, a running bait in the police's man hunt. He was already well-used to playing tag with the coppers; a fox could easily run away from a troop of mastodonts.

Throwing the recalcitrant's suit and hat in the river was just a bonus. Such a typical, perfect specimen of well-bred city boy, always obsessed in keeping an immaculate elegance, would be livid after the end of the situation, when he came back home, put his things back in order, and noticed that the coat and the fedora were missing.

Nobody needed to know about the miliseconds of hesitation spent by the young rogue, because the hat and the gabardine still smelled like their owner.

A whiff of that mixture. Cologne, tea, ink from the fountain pen, rain, aftershave. The atmosphere impregnated in the cottage, when it was still a living house. An attractive perfume, painfully calling to his missing heart, and his needy senses.

The sounds of whistles and runnings brought him back to reality.

Whoever saw the shambles of dark blue fabric, floating in the peaceful early morning currents of the river, could only think that the runaway, in an act of despair, threw himself in the cold waters of Hambleston, to avoid the hangman's rope.

When Carter got back to the presbytery, he'd expose the found family's smarts, and maybe he'd succeed at calling Sullivan back to reason.

May God have mercy of the person who needed Sidney Carter, Agnostic hedonist, professional madcap, and reformed criminal, to be adviced back to the common sense!

 4.

 Lady F. brought news and evidence. The Father, a perfect deduction. Mrs. M., a newly-sewn disguise, and Sid, the overview of enemy territory, and a perfect distraction to cover the theft.

... Naturally, he didn't listen to the voice of wisdom.

He reacted just like his predecessor, Valentine. An unkown observer would think that the younger officer was interested in no more than getting another accomplishment to his starry curriculum.

A distant illusion.

Of course that he'd get back into damn "copper mode", and refuse the family's help, to carry an impossible burden alone, and risk his life in vain.

"Do you really think I'd let a cold case loose in my Evidence Room?? Besides, he doesn't know what he's looking for!"

Despite the extreme situation, the reluctant accomplice was still an adorable sight, and a lovely company. The grumpiness with which he hid the obvious vulnerability broke the trespasser's heart. And the ironic answers to all bickering amused him to no end.

Of course, that sourpuss would get even sourer if Sidney remarked on how he looked like an excited thief carring his prey, when he laid avid hands in the clue, and got distracted with the possibilities it opened.

In reality, both got distracted. They went away safe and sound, because they owned their lifes to Sgt. Goodfellow. Two more souls who'd vouch for the giant's pure heart, when God welcomed him into Heaven.

Sullivan was not an ungrateful man, although his inflexibility could inspire envy in a stone; and his stubborness, in an immortal entity.

He went alone to the station, in the pursuit of the dead jounalist's briefcase. Like that wasn't enough, followed the Father, whom he'd mistaken for an interested trader in favour of the conspirators, and nearly got both killed by Harriet Greensleaves, an evil woman successfully disguised as a victim of domestic abuse.

Sidney would like that the stubborn innocent could learn to trust the family without the cost of more lifes.

 5.

Sid would also like to be free of the need of waiting an entire week, in bitter suspense, after going back home... or to his caravan... in a cold night, of rare clean, starry sky, after drinking his last pints at the Red Lion, before the court and the stay of some months in the fridge, and finding a brown paper bag on his tiny, wobbly table.

The intact, labled package, exactly as it was in the shelf at the police station. Inside, the evidence, plus a bonus, the case file.

He still was the most upstanding, honest man in town, and paid all of his debts accordingly. On the other hand, he was susceptible to the bad influence of a cheap thief, who now smiled from ear to ear.

Immediately sober, Sidney ran up the field and the dusty road after, in a mad dash to the police cottage.

Didn't even need to think about picking locks in doors or windows. There was the lonely inhabitant, sat by the back door, with a mug of cold tea in a hand, and a star map, just like the one kept by the Father in St. Mary's library, in the other. A rare sight in shirtsleeves, an insomniac, unsheltered and placid, sitting in the cold night, playing a staring contest against the sky.

The quiet stare flew to the newcomer, just for the time needed to sign that his arrival was noticed, before it went back to the counting of stars and galaxies. Like this was more natural than a worker resting in bed, after a long, tiring day.

Regardless of the light, or its absence, around the two man, Sid known that his interlocutor hadn't slept in days, maybe weeks; and that he refused any superior orders, medical attention, or other disciplines that came with a prescription for barbiturates.

He knew and felt the extension of the dark circles under the hazel eyes, the pain and oppresion, physical and mental, the wounds, the scars, the bruises, as well as if they were upon his own flesh.

Also knew that he'd need a silver tongue to convince the benefactor of the sincerity of his gratitude, and his offer of caring feelings.

A simple, modest thief, a man of insignificant crimes and petty ambitions, had his little skills in his hands, not in his words.

There was only the easiest way to start. He sat in the stone floor, close to the back door of the cottage, and closed the distance between the policeman and himself with the package.

"Evening, Tom."

No answer, but at least now he had some attention.

Practically every single person with whom the austere Inspector had interacted with would hate the intensity of that stare. A silent, gloomy attention, thal almost never blinked, and reminded the unlucky observer of a loud, clear, constant warning of "Keep away!".

Sid also had a body language that went misunderstood by most of the people who passed through his life. And, for the sake of his hard-earned livelihood, learned to discern other postures that went off the beaten path. Among them, there was Tom's unique way to keep people at arm's lenght, to evaluate the people around him, to calculate all possiblities to reveal the minimum possible about himself, and to avoid to get even more hurt, at all costs.

Nothing could be more appealing, more unresistible, to Sid, as the potential of the shy stargazer giving him his hurt trust again.

All at his reach was gratitude and retribuition.

"Thanks, handsome. Thank you, a lot. You saved my sorry skin..."

The compliment, to his aesthetic beauty, or to his gentlemany, thankless honesty, made him look away.

Or maybe was he blushing? How sweet.

"Without your goodness, I'd spend six months in a damn cell."

The other voice failed in a hesitant answer.

"I thought you saw it as just the payment of a debt... Nothing more."

So, that was the poor sweetheart's problem, all the time. He haven't let him down, he lost all hope, before everyone, and bid him farewell. After all, he had all reasons to believe he'd come back dead, after the encounter with the "Enlighted". At the end of the hellish ordeal, the clueless upstanding didn't know how to thank the beloved accomplice for the victory.

The same innocent of always.

Relieved and even more grateful, Sid grinned and shaked the package.

"No way! We were in the thing against the Illu... Illumi... Illumi-whatever... those guys..."

It was so good to see him trying to hide a smile, trough the corner of that beautiful mouth, no matter how briefly.

"... 'cause you came to us, and asked for our help. You got into the family, you're one of us now. And we never let each other down. You'll never see any of us, left to get drown, in the boiling water..."

While his attention was still into holding back some mirth, Sid could hide his own blush, and gather the bone to say the few words still missing from his speech.

"I'd get into your thing anyway, 'cause I love you, and I wouldn't sit still and watch you get arrested for something you'd never do!"

The usual guarded expression in the stoic face opened in naive stunning.

"What??"

It wasn't typical, seeing a man who could force confessions from cold-blooded killers, getting speechless after a talk with a small-time thief. However, it was even funnier than stealing evidence, or exchanging banter with him.

"And now, because you're family, I have even more reason to love you, and take good care of you."

Sid ignored the discomfort of his burning cheeks, and smirked again, before getting up, and taking the other unprotected body with his.

"That's it, mate. When have you last slept? Or ate? Or had any medicine for these wounds??"

"I can't remember... "

Merciful Lord. He felt so cold and rigid. Felt, now more than ever, like a figure cast in stone, marble, or some rusty metal. If all he could do was answer his questions with a weak voice, he was terrible exhausted, maybe even sick.

Or just a bit stunned, with the feelings that neither of them had never confessed.

"Your working hours are already over, Tom. Get over your Inspetor mode. Let's go home. Come back to me."

The cottage was still bereft of the mismatched fusion of order and mess, zeal and forgetfullness; the environment of an inhabitant who was nearly always out, who could almost never stop for a while and enjoy its comfort. The atmosphere Sid remembered and missed was still not there.

Tom was very shy and introverted, and Sid didn't want to think on how devastated he felt, going back to the place that slowly became his home, and see it invaded, nearly destroyed, brutally ransacked by the search of evidence that had never even been there.

First, the kind-hearted rascal would take good care of the living. And after, he'd help him... as much as possible... to take care of the home. Their home, with some hope.

The door closed behind them, and he sheltered the slightly smaller body in a long, timeless embrace, a hug like they missed for uncountable days, lived by both like infinite, bitter years. Adored each inch of the body melted against his own, molded in a perfect fit, and the quiet relieved sigh, impossible to discern from whose mouth it went, and Sid didn't care; too busy in feeling dematerialize, in his body, the tension he didn't know that was guarded there for too long.

Bending down, just a little, he got drunk in Tom's smell, before kissing his hair, his forehead, his temples, his lips, and delight in the heat that slowly, so slowly, enveloped both their bodies.

Under any other circunstances he'd love to caress, spoil and venerate each little part of that delectable body, before pleasing them both in loving possession. He'd love to watch the quiet, stoic expression melting into innocent, stunned pleasure. With some reluctance, the former con man let go of the luscious mouth, and fell even more in love with it and its owner, and the needy murmur it couldn't bite back. Also let go of of their embrace, just enough to open the cuffs of the black-haired man's shirt sleeves, and to let his braces loose, before resting a hand in his still bruised wrist, and the other in the back of his neck, and call both their attentions to other needs, more urgents in that moment.

"Come here. Let's give you a nice warm bath, and put something in these wounds."

The insomniac still had some complaints, something about not being a child, neither being under no pain and suffering no wounds;and the ultimate proof of his clean bill of health was his presence at home, instead of the Cottage Hospital in the nearest town.

Or maybe that was what Sid could telepatically guess, from his lover's rough, broken voice, and the words suffocated by the face pressed against the crook of his neck, and the desperate hands squeezing his back.

“It's all right. I'm not letting go of you any sooner. Come here.”

He dozed in the warm water of the tub, and was totally unaware of Sidney's furious, horrified gaze. Was just too lost, far away from the borders of conscience, trying to find out, why was him in the water, and not in the backyard, counting stars, like usual, or in the armchair in the sitting room, curled up with a book, or in the bed, under the cocoon of blankets that he hid under in the coldest nights. Didn't notice the loving, careful hands washing and massaging his body, neither the pained eyes full of empathy, making an inventary of his cuts, bruises and wounds.

Didn't feel the ointment in his hurting flesh, nor the new bandages in the wrists, ribs and right hand. His very tired, green and naive eyes opened up on their own accord, well-fixed, but completely blind to his beloved. Like he dreamed of his presence, but the solidity of the dream was more strange than its irreality.

Wasn't used to sleeping, even less dreaming. There was never a safe, peaceful place to do it. Lived in constant alert, kept his eyes open, for the maximum of possible time, and when he closed them, only nightmares appeared before his eyelids. Usually, the creatures there were, indeed, pretty solid, and had really big hands. But their touch was cold, bloody and painful; never warm and soothing.

Since his eyes were unable to show him a logic image, they went closed again.

Sid washed himself in a hurry, quickly got rid from the smell of alcohol in his body and breath. Had years of practice into going to work, absolutely functional, after a good, long night ot drinking and brawling. Got up and off the tub, taking Tom with him, before getting them both dry, and dressing his wounds in new bandages.

Tried to tell his own heavy mind that dressing him in some pyjama bottoms was hard because he was a very, very attractive image, so perfectly into his reach, so effective at getting him distracted. Both the petty man and his conscience knew that it was the relief of finally, finally see that he was safe and resting. The usually tense muscles, the sinew that was dead cold not too long before, were now warm and malleable to the touch, like Mrs. M's homemade bread dough.

Sid chuckled with his own comparation, and with how it'd affect both people who were the subjects in his figure of speech. His delighted mirth grew when he felt Tom's hands tangling in his torso, searching for him in a tired, slack grip, treading his chest like a sleeping cat.

He retributed the kind caress, in a continuous, careful touch on the young man's naked back. His hands roamed carefully over the recent bruises, and other scars, older, probably from the War, things that Tom was terribly ashamed of talking, even more of showing. The con man delighted in feeling the body nestled in his chest relax even more, in warm docility. Threw the blankets over them both, and fell asleep, enjoying the shelter of mutual conforting, healing warmth.

Tom took several hours to get back even a shred of his conscience. Didn't remember when was the last time he slept trough the night. His head felt like full of cotton. His already very off notion of time went away, along with the sunlight streaming through the window. Tried a clumsy movement to sit up in the bed, and after waking Sid up, accidentally, ended back in the lazy brunet's chest.

"Morning, handsome. It's your day off. Come back here!"

"??"

Sid exulted. He wouldn't lose his freedom, nor the contact with the family, nor even the man he loved even more, after fighting those darn conspirators.

They were both alive, whole, free, cleaned their wounds that were slowly closing, while they could rest to fight another day.

Regardless of the adventures, news, or dangers brought by the next sun, Sid was feeling optimistic and well ready to face whatever would appear in their way. Being a petty, mediocre small-time thief haven't made him unable to fight world-level conspirators, for the sake of the safety of his beloved and his family.

 Tom couldn't struggle for more than some seconds, trying in vain to awake his blurry conscience. Hands, enormous, kind and warm, ran over his back, the hands from the dream, counting, feeling, playing with his vertebrae and his shoulder blades. Their caress molded and rebuild his nerves and bones, transforming him into a shapeless, thoughtless mass of confort.Didn't stop to ask himself about why was him in bed, instead of the tub, or why Sid was there. Didn't have strenght to more than fall back asleep.

The reformed criminal smiled to his innocent lover, adoring the pleasure of watching him, and the illusion of protecting him, while he finally got some rest after his hellish ordeal.

[tanukirou]

Oh My My! - a JotaKak fanfic

Originally posted on AO3, if you want to stop by and maybe give me a constructive comment I’d be super happy! 

https://archiveofourown.org/users/rakshapophis

Kakyoin desperately needs a haircut and only the best hairdresser will do. Luckily, he finds just the right man for the job.

Red strands of hair fell limp over his right eye, earning a defeated sigh from Kakyoin.

He had spent the past forty minutes in front of the bathroom mirror attempting to style his hair in its usual shape. But to no avail. The lenght had increased over the last months, completely ruining the flawless form and movement he desired. Not that his hair looked ugly, per se, it just fell flat, lacked any texture it previously had. It was quite bothersome.

At first he thought it could have something to do with some hair product he was using. A mousse, a pomade or even one of his specialty shampoos. Maybe it had expired or the formula had changed? He checked all the labels, checked the lot numbers and even consulted reviewers online to check if that was the case, but nothing came up. Everything was the same as usual. He had to admit, it was the haircut.

Staring over at his reflection, he ran a hand through the vivid strands. It felt soft as always, yet the shape was all wrong. The sight was almost unbearable for someone as conscious about his appearance as he was. The red locks he cherished so much were too long, almost reaching shoulder lenght. The layered look it sported had turned almost blunt with growth, making it look like a sad bob that got on Kakyoin’s nerves. Even his fringe did not escape from such terrible fate. It kept falling limply over his eye, no hair product in the world could fix the wavy lock in place, and oh if he hadn’t tried everything already. Even the slightly wavy texture of his gorgeous hair felt out of place with all of these flaws.

Kakyoin slammed the mousse container over the bathroom countertop. There was no way he could stand walking around looking like an unkempt hipster wannabe for much longer.

He had to get a haircut, soon.

After settling on putting his hair up in a half ponytail for the day, Kakyoin strided out of the bathroom confidently, taking a turn and walking into his bedroom. His eyes glanced over quickly at his bedside table, where his phone laid charging since the night before.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he picked up and unlocked his phone swiftly, looking through his contact list in search of an important number. As soon as the bright screen showed the desired contact, he tapped his finger over it without hesitation, bringing the device to his ear. It probably took less than thirty seconds for the call to get picked up, yet the dial tone did nothing to ease his impatience while he waited.

The tone ceased to be, and in its place, a very familiar voice greeted him.

“Bonjour, mon chér! Fancy hearing from you so early in the morning!” The man on the other side of the line spoke, his french accent ever so recognizable.

“Jean, I’m in desperate need of your help.”

“Oh? Noriaki Kakyoin needs my help? Who would’ve thought this day would come!” He laughed, and even though Kakyoin couldn’t see him, he could swear he was smirking.

“In any other occasion I would hang up on you, but I really am stuck in a complicated situation at the moment.” Kakyoin muttered as he pinched the bridge of his nose. He really lacked the patience to deal with Polnareff’s antics this early in the morning, but he would have to put up with it for now. His good looks depended on it.

“Christ, Kak, you make it sound like you’re getting arrested for murder… wait, please tell me that’s not it, is it?”

“No you absolute moron, I didn’t murder anyone! I need help finding a hairdresser!” If his brows could furrow any further, they would probably merge onto one another.

“Oooooooh, you could’ve said so from the beginning! That’ll be easy as pie since I work at a hair salon, you know?”

“Why do you think I called you, genius?”

“No need to be snarky, dude…” He could practically hear the pout in Polnareff’s voice. “Anyways, I know quite a few great professionals, what exactly are you looking for in a hairdresser?”

“Precision. I need my hair to look as close to perfection as I can get it to be, so nothing but the best will suffice.” The redhead spoke with confidence, knowing exactly what he wanted out of the ordeal.

“Precision, huh? I think I know just the guy you want!”

“Fantastic! Now, if you could help me make an appointment with said guy…”

“Yeah, I was just gonna tell you about that…” Polnareff spoke almost sheepishly. “…the thing is, I’m almost sure his agenda is full.”

“Oh, it’s ok. It doesn’t have to be today, I can try to get an appointment for another day this week.”

“No, you don’t understand. I think his agenda is full for the next three months.”

Kakyoin froze at polnareff’s words. The call was completely silent for a moment, apart from the light static coming from the phone. He must have been joking. He had to wait three months for an appointment? Who the hell was this guy and just how amazing was he that he had no time on his schedule for the next three months?

“Uh, Kak? Everything ok?”

“What do you mean his agenda is full for the next three months?! What kind of miracle hairdresser is this?!”

“Dude, you have no idea! The guy is an absolute madman! I’ve been working at the same place as him for four months and i still can’t believe how amazing the dude is!” Polnareff exclaimed over the phone, voice filled with enthusiasm. Apparently, the man had to be exceptional for the frenchman to praise him so highly, knowing how much pride he took in his own hairstyling abilities.

“Define amazing, Jean.”

“I mean, his fingers move so fast, I can barely see what he’s doing sometimes! He works so damn fast but he also looks super elegant doing it, you know? And his haircuts always look exactly like what the client asks for, no matter what! It’s almost unbelievable how good he is!”

Well, now Kakyoin’s curiosity was most definitely piqued.

“After such high praise coming from you, I can only assume this guy is a genius.” Kakyoin noted with amusement, pushing a few lose strands of hair behind his ear.

“Trust me when I say he’s the best we have. Kind of a bummer he’s always busy, huh?”

“Indeed, I was hoping to get an appointment this week…” He mused, toying with part of his fringe that he left out of the ponytail.

Silence took over the call again, only a few seconds passing before Polnareff spoke up again with newfound enthusiasm.

“Dude, I could try to get you an appointment with him within the next two weeks. The dude’s kinda intimidating, so it’s not gonna be easy to convince him. I’ll try my best though, what do you say?”

Kakyoin found himself smiling for the first time that morning. Polnareff could be annoying and even a pain in the ass, but he was a genuinely good friend, and Kakyoin admired how loyal the french was to those he was close to.

“Have I ever told you how much I love you, Jean?”

“Aw, mercí beaucoup Kak, but I’m not really into guys. You’re still a handsome man though and I appreciate the sentiment.”

And as soon as the smile came, it faded.

“You completely ruined the moment. My respect for you? Gone.”

Polnareff laughed on the other end of the line. “Don’t be like that Kakyoin! I love you too dude! Don’t leave me-“

With the tap of a finger, the call was over, cutting Polnareff in the middle of his sentence. Kakyoin’s love for his friend only went so far until he got irritated.

A sigh escaped his lips in relief. Even if he could not get an appointment for the day, he could still count on his friend to find one in the next two weeks. And that was good enough.

After a brief glance at his phone’s clock, he deemed it was time to start heading to college, but not before making himself a cup of tea prior to leaving the apartment.

Just as Kakyoin left the building his last class of the day took place in, a message entered his phone.

Jean Pierre Polnareff: Luck is on your side, Cherry Boy! Your appointment is tomorrow at 17:45 with Jotaro Kujo, you know my workplace already.

Kakyoin was cheering on the inside, glad that his friend could be such a prestative person. However, he’d never let him know about that.

He quickly typed back a snarky answer, playing around with the frenchman.

Noriaki Kakyoin: I thought his agenda was full? ┐(‘～` )┌

The answer came mere seconds after.

Jean Pierre Polnareff: Well, let’s just say your good friend here is such a charming man that Jotaro couldn’t resist making a little exception on his schedule.

A smile came across his lips just like hours earlier, as he made his way across the campus towards his favorite café. What began as a bad morning, turned into quite the pleasant afternoon, the sky a nice shade of light blue and the spring sun shining brightly over town.

“Noriaki Kakyoin? Thank you for waiting, Jotaro will be with you in a moment.”

A soft voice called from his right, snapping him out of his thoughts. A blond woman stood beside where he sat, looking strangely stoic for someone with pristine make up and dressed completely in baby pink.

“Thank you, miss.” Kakyoin nodded, smiling politely at her.

The lady smiled softly at him before turning around and heading back to her station.

It felt like ages since he had last been to a beauty parlor, not to mention a fancy one like the one Polnareff worked at. Everything looked so modern and sleek, painted monochrome and decorated with streamlined furniture. He felt oddly out of place with his vividly colored hair and green cardigan, seeing how most other costumers looked as if they were ready for a red carpet photoshoot.

He wondered if this Jotaro guy looked just as fancy and pretentious as everyone else.

“You’re Noriaki Kakyoin, right?”

He almost jumped out of his skin as a deep voice called him from his right. Christ, what was with people speaking out of nowhere and scaring the ever living shit out of him today? As elegantly as possible, he got up and straightened up his clothes, turning around to face the source of the voice.

He did not expect to find a tall guy dressed in black standing there nonchalantly.

Alright, scratch that, a really tall guy with a perfectly sculpted figure and piercing blue eyes looking right at him.

Kakyoin couldn’t help but stare a bit. The man towered over him even as he stood, and Kakyoin was not a short person. He had to be over 6’4, Kakyoin thought, as he analyzed the figure before him in awe. The man’s height was not the only impressive thing about him, as one could not skip over how well defined his muscles were. Even with the black shirt on, one could tell the guy had rippling abs and hard pecs. His hair was jet black, kept in a pristine undercut and perfectly tousled. And his face, goodness, it looked like it had been sculpted by one of the renaissance era. Now that he thought of it, the man in his entirety looked like a renaissance sculpture. Perfectly symmetrical, manly features, high cheekbones and full lips that looked oh so delectable. Not to mention those gorgeous sea blue eyes that seemed to look right through him.

God, the guy was hot.

“Is everything ok?”

Oh goodness, he had spaced out while staring at the hot dude. Not one of his proudest moments, Kakyoin admited.

“Oh, yes, everything’s ok. I’m Kakyoin, yes.” He pretty much blurted out, feeling the heat rise up on his face. He probably looked like a damn fool.

“Good. I’m Jotaro Kujo, I’ll be taking care of you today.” The man, Jotaro, extended his hand as an invitation.

Kakyoin was screaming internally.

The hot guy was the hairdresser he had an appointment with.

The hot man was Jotaro Kujo.

Holy shit.

That could only end so well for him, taking notice on how he reacted seeing the man for the first time. Either he would make an absolute fool out of himself and never be able to show up at the parlor ever again, or he would try to ignore the fact that the modern rendition of Adonis would be running his hands through his hair for the next twenty minutes.

Kakyoin would try his best to avoid the first option.

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kujo. I’ve heard great things about your work.” He managed to regain his composure, nodding politely as he took Jotaro’s hand, exchanging a handshake with the man without looking nervous.

The man shook his head. “Just Jotaro is fine. And I’m glad you chose my services. Now, would you please follow me? We can discuss what you want after I wash your hair.”

Oh boy.

“Of course.” Kakyoin smiled, following Jotaro as he guided him towards the washing station.

They came to a halt at one of the vacant washing sinks, where Jotaro gestured for Kakyoin to take a seat at. Kakyoin gladly obliged, making himself as comfortable as possible in the otherwise not so comfortable seat. He had never liked the washing sinks much, they always made his neck feel stiff afterwards. He suddenly felt the warm touch of Jotaro’s hands at the base of his neck, sending a light shiver down his spine. He had placed a small towel around his shoulders. Of course, that’s to be expected.

What he had not expected was to feel Jotaro’s hands touching at his scalp this early on. Not even to wash his hair yet, just the plain sensation of his hands.

“Your hair color is natural, huh?” Jotaro noted, fingers running through the red locks. “Unusual to see naturally vibrant colors like this.”

They had barely begun and Kakyoin already felt like fainting.

“Yes, it has looked like this since I was born.” He spoke out, hoping his face was not as vividly colored as his hair was.

“It’s a nice color, suits you well.”

Oh boy.

“Your hair is very healthy, so we just have to wash it before cutting.” He finally moved his hands off Kakyoin’s scalp, moving away to get the shampoo. “You seem to take great care of your hair, that’s good.”

“I try to, I like looking my best.” Kakyoin declared with pride, as his self care routine was to be envied by anyone. His hair always got special treatment, after all.

Jotaro hummed in affirmation behind him, adjusting the temperature of the water prior to taking it to Kakyoin’s head. A mere moment later, the warm water coming from the shower head hit his scalp, along with the touch of Jotaro’s hand once again. The contact felt soothing, strong fingers massaging lightly at his scalp made his skin feel tingly in the most perfect way.

“Is the temperature fine like this?” Jotaro asked, massaging close to Kakyoin’s nape.

“It’s perfect.” He muttered, a soft smile on his lips as he took in the sensations created by the hairdresser’s touch.

Another pleased hum escaped Jotaro as he turned off the shower head, pouring a small ammount of shampoo on his palm before lathering up the roots of Kakyoin’s hair. His fingers moved with expertise, applying more pressure onto his scalp compared to earlier. Strong hands like Jotaro’s could easily bruise skin if enough pressure got applied, yet his touch was gentle, his fingertips rubbing at all the right spots. The warm, tinlgy sensation from earlier returned even more intensely, eliciting a pleased hum from Kakyoin. He felt pure bliss at the moment.

Sooner than Kakyoin had hoped, Jotaro removed his hands from his scalp once again, grabbing the shower head to rinse off the shampoo. The warm water came into contact with his head, along with the feather light touches of Jotaro’s hand to aid on the removal of any soapy residue.

The sound of the shower head turning off left Kakyoin slightly disappointed, as he craved much more of the fantastic sensation that Jotaro’s hands brought while massaging his scalp. With his hair washed and rinsed, Kakyoin was ready to get it cut. Jotaro brought a small towel to Kakyoin’s head, drying off the excess wetness of his hair before moving from the washing station.

“All done, now follow me to my station.” Jotaro nodded towards a more secluded room further away from the washing station.

Kakyoin nodded, following the hairdresser over to where magic seemed to take place.

The room was simple compared to the rest of the building. It was painted a dark grey, a few pictures of marine life in white frames scattered around the walls, creating an interesting contrast. In the center of the northernmost wall stood a big mirror, along with a cart full of hairstyling supplies and white styling chair.

“Take a seat, let’s talk about what you want.” Jotaro guided him towards the mirror, swinging the chair around so he could sit down.

Kakyoin happily obliged, settling down comfortably on the white leather seat.

“I was hoping to give it some movement and shape, no drastic changes.” He explained as Jotaro secured the styling cape over him. “The lenght has been bothering me lately, so shortening it would also be ideal. Specially the fringe.”

Jotaro hummed in approval, bringing a comb to Kakyoin’s wet hair. “Got it.”

The hairdresser grabbed a pair of scissors from the supply cart, studying Kakyoin’s head for what seemed like a mere second before beginning his work.

And boy, what a sight it was to see Jotaro work.

For the next ten minutes or so, Kakyoin could only observe in awe through the mirror’s reflection as Jotaro brought the scissors to his head, working as fast as a hurricane, yet smooth as silk. His blue eyes darted around, following every swift movement of his fingers over the redhead’s locks with expertise. The incessant sound of the blades cutting around was almost deafening, little strands of red hair fell around him over to the floor, seeming as light as feathers. It was surreal, to see such a strong person handle his hair with such gentleness. Every angle at which he cut seemed calculated with absolute precision.

Time passed by in a blur, and before he knew, the sound of the scissors snipping at hair ceased to be, only to be replaced by the loud blow of a hairdryer. The warm breeze gusted over his scalp and ears, the temperature just hot enough to be pleasant without burning at his skin. Jotaro’s hand ruffled the shorter strands on the back of his head, smoothing over the gradually longer ones framing his face, his touch just as warm as the breeze created by the hairdryer.

Once more, the sound ceased to be, this time replaced by silence. The hairdresser brought a comb to Kakyoin’s red locks, styling it to the desired shape with the aid of his free hand. His fingers pushed a few loose strands behind the redhead’s ear, letting out an approving hum.

“Done.” He declared, removing the styling cape from Kakyoin.

Oh.

Wow.

Kakyoin was rendered speechless by his reflected image.

He could barely believe how amazing his hair looked. That morning, he had stared at a sad excuse for a hairstyle in the mirror, but now, he felt like he was looking at the cover of a hair styling magazine.

Like he had asked, there was no drastic changes to his signature style, and even so, it felt completely new. His fringe was shorter than he had expected, yet it framed his pale face perfectly. The hair was slightly longer on the front, gradually getting shorter as it neared the back of his head. The layered look gave it shape and movement, just as he had desired.

It was beyond perfect.

“Final thoughts?”

Jotaro’s voice snapped him out of his trance, urging him to find the right words to thank the hairdresser for such a marvelous job.

“…wow.” He sighed, smiling widely at his own reflection. “It looks absolutely fantastic, I could kiss you right now.”

Oh.

Why the hell did he say that?

Kakyoin felt his face warm up, completely embarrassed by his own choice of words. He dared not look at his own reflection again, fearing his face looked just as red as his hair. Way to go, Kakyoin.

A low chuckle escaped Jotaro’s lips, surprising the still flustered redhead.

“I get that a lot. I’m happy you like it.” He smiled (oh god he smiled), placing a hand on Kakyoin’s shoulder.

His touch felt incredibily warm, even through the layers of Kakyoin’s clothes.

“Your reputation is well earned, Jotaro. This is expert work, how long have you been doing this?” He mused, running his own hands through his hair, appreciating the hairdresser’s handiwork.

“Six months.”

Kakyoin froze.

“…what?” He muttered, shocked at the revelation.

Surely, he must have been joking. There is no way someone could be so competent at such job after only six months. He looked for any signs that Jotaro was just pranking him.

He found none.

“Wait, you’re serious?” Kakyoin asked incredulous, eyes wide in surprise.

Jotaro nodded.

“I’ve started doing this six months ago. It was just a part time job at first, but people came to like my work, so I do this for a living now.”

Unbelievable.

“Part time job? Isn’t that a teenager thing?” Kakyoin furrowed his brows, curious about the situation at hand.

Jotaro smirked, crossing his arms over his chest. “How old do you think I am?”

“…you look to be around twenty six.”

His smirk widened. “I’m nineteen.”

What the actual fuck.

“You’re kidding me.”

“Nope.”

“We’re not the same age, I refuse to believe that!” Kakyoin laughed, shaking his head in denial.

The two men shared a laugh for a brief moment, amused by the little exchange that led to this. It was strange, how at ease Kakyoin felt around Jotaro, even without ever meeting the man prior to this encounter. It just felt natural. Maybe they were close in a past life? Who knows.

Having been seated for too long, Kakyoin rose from the styling chair, smoothing his hands over his cardigan.

“Well, I must say this has been quite the amusing experience.”

“I can say the same.” Jotaro smiled.

Christ almighty, that smile made him weak in the knees.

His visit to the hair salon was shorter than expected, but much more pleasant too. Yes, definitely much more pleasant than expected. Kakyoin took a mental note to thank Polnareff properly later as he followed Jotaro to the reception counter. Jotaro murmured something to the receptionist, earning an incredulous look from the lady, but it was soon replaced by an understanding smile as the hairdresser stared her down. Sometimes a simple look speaks more than words do, and that appeared to be the case with Jotaro most of the time. The brief interaction between him and the receptionist seemed to illustrate it well.

Kakyoin approached the counter, fishing out his wallet from within his bag.

“How much for the services?”

The lady slid a small bill towards him on the counter. The price was…lower than he had expected?

“…is this really the right price?”

“Mr. Kujo asked me to apply a discount of 25% on the regular price.”

How endearing.

“How nice of him.” Kakyoin noted, glancing over at Jotaro who suddenly took interest in some pamphlets that lay on the counter. A strangely adorable sight.

The redhead picked the right ammount of money from his wallet, placing it on the counter in front of the receptionist. She muttered a small ‘thank you’ as she put it away.

Having already paid for Jotaro’s wonderful services, he turned to face said man, bowing ever so slightly in a respectful gesture.

“Thank you for the amazing job, you’re a very talented professional.”

The cordial thanks appeared to have caught Jotaro off guard, as the tall man stood there with an incredulous look before taking action once again. Giving off a chuckle, he reached out to take Kakyoin’s hand into his own in a brief handshake.

“Always a pleasure to make my clients happy.”

Even if brief, it was a tender little moment. As they parted from their handshake, Jotaro signaled for him to wait for a second, reaching into his pocket to pull out a small card, handing it to Kakyoin.

“Here’s my contact, if you ever need my services again.”

The card was simple, stating Jotaro’s name and profession along with his phone number. A small, black star adorned the right corner of the paper rectangle.

Kakyoin nodded, offering a polite smile.

“You better believe I’ll be needing your services again in a near future.” He chuckled, waving goodbye to Jotaro as he stepped out of the building, the card held tightly in his left hand.

As he crossed the street, he was already planning his next trip to the hair salon.

[yourboatholiday]

Costa Blanca Boat Itinerary: What destinations can’t be missed while sailing this Spanish coast stretch?

With over 160 kilometers of coastline, Costa Blanca is one of Spain’s most popular tourist destinations. White beaches, blue sea, rocky coves, and an infinity of bars and restaurants follow one another from Denia to Pilar de la Horadada, giving well-being and fun to millions of visitors every year.

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We have decided to share with you a possible itinerary to discover some of the best destinations Costa Blanca offers its visitors, strictly to be discovered aboard one of our rental boats.

Where are we?

The Costa Blanca is located in the south of Spain, overlooking the Mediterranean Sea, and is located south of the city of Valencia. It is also part of the autonomous Valencian Community.

Why exactly Denia?

City of just over 40,000 inhabitants located about 100 km south of Valencia. Not only a renowned tourist resort, but Denia is also an important maritime and commercial hub with Ibiza and the entire Balearic archipelago.

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Not to be missed, both the Muslim Castle and the Archaeological Museum where numerous finds from the Roman and Moorish periods are preserved. From the hill where these two buildings are located, you can see a beautiful panorama that goes as far as the Parc Natural de Montgo, about 10 kilometers away. The excursions inside this park, together with the innermost Cavaleres Caves and, obviously, the beaches of Les Marinas and de las Rotes represent the main points of interest for those who want to learn more about the city and its surroundings. 

From a gastronomic point of view it is worth tasting the shrimps, traditional local fishing, still very popular today.

Where to embark on sailing in Costa Blanca?

The “Marina de Denia” tourist and sports port is a resort located a short distance from the city center. An ideal place to practice sports and nautical activities will be the starting and finishing point of our itinerary.

This marina not only offers numerous berths but is perfectly equipped for nautical tourism with activities such as rowing, kayaking, paddle surfing, or jet skiing.

What will our Costa Blanca boat itinerary be?

The starting and ending point of our itinerary will be the beautiful town of Denia. In between, we will visit a series of locations, more or less known, that characterize this stretch of the Spanish coast. Let’s find out together with a 9-day boat itinerary:

Day 1: Set sail from Denia

Once in the city, we just need to reach our boarding point in Marina de Denia. Here we will meet our skipper and the crew onboard and, after a short briefing to be sure that everything is ready for the trip, we are finally ready to sail!

Day 2: from Denia to Calpe

Our first destination is Calpe, a town that represents the right compromise between tradition, nature, and tourism.

A thriving tourism economy of hotels, pubs, bars, and restaurants has developed along its coastline of about 11 kilometers. Here, however, resists a naturalistic oasis of great importance, namely the Ifach peak, the famous limestone block about 330 meters high, a refuge for various species of birds as well as a treasure trove of biodiversity also from a floristic point of view. The excursions on the Penyal d’Ifac are truly exciting and offer a breathtaking view of the coast.

Obviously, there is no shortage of beaches and all the outdoor activities that can be practiced in a modern seaside resort.

Day 3: from Calpe to Benidorm

Nicknamed the “Manhattan of the Mediterranean”, Benidorm is the most cosmopolitan of the cities on Costa Blanca. Here mass tourism has changed the urban layout in a more significant way than elsewhere, transforming a fishermen and farmers village into a more than the modern city of about 70,000 inhabitants.

Benidorm has two main beaches, both very long and deep, Playa Levante and Playa Poniente. In addition to the crystalline sea and white sand, they offer an incredible amount of services: sunbeds; parasols; deckchairs; footboards; showers; bathrooms; play areas, and spaces dedicated to the countless activities that can be practiced on the beach and in the sea.

Day 4: from Benidorm to El Campello

El Campello is located in the heart of the Costa Blanca, between long stretches of beach and rocky coves. An ideal setting for beach lovers (don’t miss Playa Muchavista) and water sports who find optimal conditions here to cultivate their passions. Not just the sea, however. In fact, it is enough to venture a little inland to discover various nature trails for the delight of trekking and mountain bike enthusiasts. Among the main ones we point out the Canelobre Caves (Cuevas de Canelobre), great speleological interest cavities, or the archaeological site La Illeta dels Banyets, a small peninsula rich in archaeological finds. 

Day 5: from El Campello to Alicante

Alicante is the most important of the Costa Blanca cities and is its main air and sea hub, as well as being the region’s first economic center.

Talking about tourist attractions, there is really an embarrassment of choice. A visit to the Castle of Santa Barbara, located on top of Mount Benacantil, the hill overlooking the city, is not to be missed. This fortress bears the signs of different denominations that have taken place in this area over the centuries.

The “Explanada de Espana” promenade is also worth a visit, as well as the various churches, above all the San Nicolas Cathedral.

Day 6: from Alicante to Tabarca island

Set sail from Alicante we head towards a small pearl of this sea. Tabarca Island is a small paradise on earth just 20 km off the city coast.

It is the only inhabited island in the Valencian Community, with a population that in winter only counts a few dozen people and which instead comes to life during summer.

It is the perfect destination for snorkelers. Its waters are in fact part of a nature reserve and are protected for their excellent quality and for the biodiversity of flora and fauna, while its small beaches and coves are wonderful for spending a day immersed in nature.

After sunset, when the day tourists have left the island, Tabarca becomes simply magical. The ideal place to stop in the evening and enjoy the peace and relaxation of this place lulled by the waves.

Day 7: from Tabarca Island to Altea

Bohemian town characterized by narrow and cobbled streets, flowery roundabouts, white houses, and numerous lookout points where you can stop and contemplate the landscape. Unmissable is the Church of La Madre de Deu de Consol. 

For the rest, here too, sun, sea and beautiful beaches (above all Playa del Albir and Playa de Cap Blanch) where you can spend a pleasant day of relaxation and fun.

Day 8: from Altea to Javea

Jávea is located about ten kilometers south of Denia. Its historic center offers significant points of architectural and cultural interest. Above all, the Church of San Bartolomeo, not surprisingly, declared a national artistic monument already in the 1930s.

The port area is the most developed and it is there that many accommodations, leisure, and catering facilities are concentrated

Day 9: visiting Denia

Back at the port of departure we just have to say goodbye to the crew and spend our last day enjoying the sun of Denia.

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(A Prison World Story)

Kai Parker x Reader

word count : 2 632 warning : smut SUMMARY :  Reader gets sent to the Prison World where Kai is. They have briefly crossed parts before  and have spend nearly 5 months together in there, over time getting closer and eventually move in together (as friends , things grow from there) … 

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______________________ It’s been almost 5 months since Y/N had ended up with Kai Parker in the Prison World. To her it was still a complete mystery how exactly she had ended up there. At first she had spend her days in denial , thinking that someone will come get her out , but pretty soon it became clear that she was stuck there with Kai.  He wasn’t the worst person to be stuck with in a prison world with. At first he annoyed her and she tried to shut him out. Kai however didn’t give up. He somehow always found his way to wherever she was. Eventually she gave up avoiding him and they started spending more time together. In the end they sort of started living together because it was easier. Kai was there for her and Y/N was kind of surprised because she had never seen this side of him before. She’d have a nightmare , screaming in her sleep and Kai would show up in her room to comfort her in seconds as if he had been awake all along. Maybe he was ..  Other times he’d do small things like make her favorite food when she was sad and missed the real world. “I know we are stuck here , but in a way I am happy.” Kai told her once. “Why?” she asked curious. Y/N couldn’t imagine why he’d be happy in any way , being stuck for eternity in another prison world. “Because this time I am not alone…” he had answered. “Loneliness can do things to your head that nothing else can."  Over time they grew so used to having each other around , it felt wrong when they were spending time alone. Y/N realised very soon after that she had developed feelings for him, but was afraid to tell him. He probably would just laugh and push me away. she thought. Kai wasn’t very well versed in feelings and emotions , even after the merge with Luke. Some times the old Kai bleed throught … Y/N couldn’t explain to herself how it was that even when the old Kai showed up , it was drawing her even more to him.                                                     *  *  * Y/N was studying in the kitchen wearing her pj’s that evening when Kai walked in wearing nothing but his boxers. He poured himself a cup of coffee and turned towards her. “I still don’t get why you are studying … It’s not like you can get a diploma or anything.” he said. Y/N sighed not taking her eyes off the papers and books in front of her. “Doesn’t mean I can’t learn things. Gotta do something else besides wondering around this empty town …” thinking about you.  she added in her mind. She looked up at him and for a moment she forgot how to breath. Did he have to walk around wearing only his boxers? she thought. It was really hard concentrating staring at his bare chest and toned muscles. Kai must’ve noticed her look because he grinned. Damn.  she thought. As if I didn’t have a hard time concentrating already. Y/N tried to catch her breath and come up with something to say to him but couldn’t. Her thoughts were absolutely consumed by fantasies about him. “Want some coffee ?” he asked still grinning. “No , no .. I don’t want coffee.” she said studdering. “T-thanks.” Y/N returned her attention to her studies or at least tried to.  Kai had suddenly decided that he wanted pancakes too with his coffee and started making them without bothering to go back to his room and put on a shirt. He was doing this on purpose , she was sure of it. She couldn’t take her eyes off of him , he looked so good it was driving her nuts. Every few minutes he’d glance at her and she’d lower her gaze straight away. Y/N watched him flip pancakes in the air like a pro for a little bit. After about half an hour , just as she had finally managed to concentrate on her studies , a plate with pancakes landed infront of her - a blueberry smile on them. She couldn’t help but smile. “Thanks.” she said glancing at him. Kai was standing less than a meter away from her , a wide grin on his face. For a few seconds she forgot how to breath again. She loved his smile… A moment later she let out a frustrated groan. “Aghh … ! You are driving me nuts !” she said picking up her things from the table and getting up , ready to walk out of the room. “OH I am driving you nuts ?” he said with an amused look on his face. “Yes , you … you … walking around like all shirtless and … you can’t do that ,OK? It’s really distracting.” “Never bothered you before.” he said taking a step towards her. “Well , it’s bothering me now. So could you just stop doing this while I’m studying?” Kai grinned. “Does someone have a crush on me?” he said innocently. Y/N’s eyes widened, she started shaking her head refusing to meet his eyes. “No , no … What ? Don’t flatter yourself , Malachai.” she said turning around , already at the door when Kai blocked her way. He took the books from her hands and left them on the counter near by. “Are you sure ?” he asked leaning in. “Because I can hear your heartbeat… and it’s telling me a different story.” he said softly. Y/N’s breathing had gotten shallow again. “I ..  don’t know what you are talking about.” she said , her voice barely audible. Kai leaned in to whispered in her ear , slowly putting his hands on her waist tugging at her shirt. His fingers gently touching her bare skin sending shivers through her whole body. “I think you do.” he whispered , his breath tickling her skin. Y/N’s  breath got stuck in her throat , her heart beating like crazy. There was no point in denying it now. Kai’s lips hovered over hers , his eyes locked on hers. They stood like that for a long moment before he pressed his lips againsts hers , kissing her slowly at first but soon after the kiss deepened. “I want you  … and I always get what I want.” Kai whispered to her. Y/N wrapping her arms around his neck , pulling his lips closer to hers. His hands slided down her hips , lifting one of her legs wounding it around his waist before slamming her against the wall. Y/N gasped. Kai pressed his body firmly against hers , his crotch grinding against hers their moans colling in a perfect harmony. “What was it you said earlier?” he teased her, pinning her hands above her head. “Shut up and kiss me.” Y/N said out of breath. A smile spread across Kai’s face but he didn’t lean in. Instead he decided to tease her a bit more. His hand trailed slowly down her body and under her pj’s, pushing its way in her underwear , his fingers teasing her clit. A soft moan escaped Y/N’s lips making Kai grin. He had her right where he wanted her. “Please Kai” she moaned again , biting her lower lip. Y/N was losing focus , her knees about to buckle. She had imagined this moment before but her imagination was surely lacking. Kai grinned hearing her begging for him. “Please ‘what’ babe?” leaned in and whispered, his breath tickling her skin. His face so close to hers , their lips almost touching. His eyes dark with lust. “I need you Kai.” she moaned. Kai kissed her passionately as he tugged on her shirt pulling it over her head tossing it on the floor. Y/N could feel his length getting harder against her , his soft moans making her go crazier by the second. She wanted him.. no , i need him. she thought. His hand cupping her breasts squeezing them as his hand found its way back to her sweet spot. She threw her head back a little as his thumb started playing with her clit again before sliding in two fingers inside curling them inside agonisingly slowly before pumping them in and out. Her mouth opened and a moan escaped her when he did so.  He leaned in , his tongue slightly  touching the skin on her neck , drawing circles before he left a few wet sloppy kisses on it. Y/N felt her stomach like it was anchored down. She tried to wiggle her hands out of his grip but he wouldn’t let her. All she wanted in that moment was to feel his length inside of her.  Suddenly he pulled out leaving her breathless and aggravated. “Jump.” Kai said , and she did , wrapping her legs around him. He whooshed them away to his bedroom , pushing her onto the bed. He kissed her neck slowly tracing his way down her body leaving sloppy wet kisses all the way. His finger tips trailing on her skin all the way down , making her arch her back. Everywhere Kai touched her skin , it was like fire. He had lit the match and Y/N wanted to burn in the fire he had started. His hands swiftly pulled down her panties leaving her completely naked in front of him. Kai pulled back for a moment looking at her , a devilish spark in his eyes as his fingers traced her entrance , rubbing her clit. Y/N bit her lips squeezing her breasts in her hands. Her mouth opened and a soft moan escaped her lips when Kai pushed his fingers right through and started to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of her. Each time his fingers curled inside her , she arched her back more.  She reached out to touch his hair as Kai’s fingers curled again , pumping in and out slower this time driving her completely insane. “Please” she started to squirm. “Please Kai …” Kai grinned. “Not yet.” he said , pulling out his fingers. He loved hearing her beg for him. He spread her legs wide infront of him and positioned himself between her legs , his head of his lenght teasing her entrance for a long moment before thrusting in deep making her gasp ; going at a slow rhythm at first , quickening his pace every second. Y/N digging her nails into his back. She was out of breath and all she could do was thinking about herself coming undone underneath Kai’s touch. “Faster Kai please.. ” her moans getting louder and louder. Y/N wrapped her legs around him , pulling him closer to her. Kai’s face started to change , purple - black veins showing under his eyes as his fangs started to show. Y/N could see he was fighting it , but she didn’t want him to.  She cupped his face , trailing the patters on his skin with her fingertips. He closed his eyes , his mouth opened. “Fuck ..” he moaned , a heavier thrust following. He could barely control his vampirism , all his emotions blurrying into hunger. “Don’t fight it.” she whispered as Kai opened his eyes looking directly into hers. Y/N bit her lower lip. Kai leaned in breathing heavily , and sank his fangs into her exposed neck. She let out a small scream followed by moans of pleasure sent through her body. Who knew being fed on can feel this good? she thought. Kai hadn’t tasted fresh human blood in months and she tasted so good it was hard to stop. He wanted her in so many ways in that moment… He pulled out , nibbling on her earlobe and leaving soft kisses on her neck before looking at her. A smile on Y/N’s face and she pulled his face closer to his , her tongue licking his lower lip before she kissed him. He groaned , his thrusts becoming faster , Y/N’s body convulsing as he pushed her over the edge , she was screaming his name. A few more thrusts and Kai reached his high too , burring his face in the crook of her neck his tongue drawing circles on her skin. Kai collapsed on top of her , breathing heavily.  Shortly after he rolled over next to her , both of them catching their breath. He bit his wrist , bringing it to her lips to feed so her wound would heal. She took it without hesitation , gripping on his wrist. “We should’ve done that months ago.” he said with a grin,  pulling her closer to him , her head on his chest. Y/N didn’t say anything , she smiled pulling his face in for another kiss.                                                     *   *   *   The next day Y/N was laying on the living room floor , her eyes closed. What had happened last night repeating in her mind over and over again. There was something bothering her … As happy as she had been last night , she still didn’t know if it was all in her head that maybe Malachai had some feelings for her. “Y/N?” she heard Kai’s voice. “Are you … are you OK? Why are you laying in the middle of the living room floor?” Y/N opened her eyes and found Kai kneeling down next to her , a worried look on his face. He sighed in relief when she opened her eyes. She just stared at him , trying to figure out a way to ask him the question that’s been bugging her the past few hours. Kai grinned at her and laid down next to her , his shoulder almost touching his. “Aren’t you going to tell me what’s so fun about laying on the floor here?” he asked turning his head to look at her. Y/N turned towards him , locking eyes with him. How does he do that ? He just sits there and takes my breath away completely.  she thought. “I’m just thinking … or at least trying to.” she said. “What are you thinking about ?” he asked curious. Y/N hesitated for a moment. It would’ve been easy to lie to him or ignore the question .. but he’d know she is lying straight away. “Last night.” she just said smiling.“Was it … was .. was it just a one time thing?” “Do you want it to be just a one time thing?” he asked. “No.” she said turning towards him. “Do you?” Kai reached for her hand and took it in his. “Y/N , I …” he said flipping himself on top of her , his knee between her legs. “I don’t want it to be a 'one time thing’ either.” he paused for a moment gazing into her eyes. “I want you , to be with you .. always.” Y/N’s eyes lit up and she felt her heart beat go faster. “What … what are you trying to say?” she said smiling. Kai laughed nervously. “I am saying that I can’t stop thinking about you. You have made me feel things I’ve never felt in my life…and I am not sure what all those feelings mean , but they are so strong I can’t shake them. I just want to be with you every second of every day , never letting you go.” She couldn’t contain her emotions and she grinned. “I guess , it’s a good thing we have eternity ahead of us.” she said , pulling her hips down on his thigh between her legs. “Do you want to go for round 2 ?” she asked biting her lower lip.  _____________________ MASTERLIST _____________________

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[MF] A teaser of what it may eventually end up being a novel

Well, first Hi! this is my first post here (so, sorry if im not used to the full lenght of rules and stuff).

English is also not my first language, So I spent the last 3 hours trying to translate this little thing in something readable, sometimes with the help of a translator, so, sorry if there an inconsistency here and there, limited vocabulary or something just... off (yo can obviously criticize it too so I can do it better next time, but my focus is the story per se)

Anyway, the story is based on a dream I had a weeks ago, involving a grim future for my old TRPG character. I hope you find something of it enjoyable!

optional Link: https://docs.google.com/document/d/1vhfXiym9iiIwvtJgPKXvHjPkIeUnBBhd6_-g_2R0JPg/edit?usp=sharing

- … This old factory should do - huffed Marcus with a trembling voice - That shelving over there seems to be out of sight enough. You guys should hop in and get some sleep

We all nodded, trying our best to rest.

To my right, John tried to cheer Sean, locked in his eternally taciturn semblance. I ignored if Sean thought that rediscovering each other in a place and time like this was inappropriate, or if his seriousness simply hid a mousy child in the body of an adult. Or maybe I was just projecting my own thoughts and concerns on them. Who knows?

As an answer, Sean simply muttered something unintelligible and turned his body out of my sight.

John made a grimace and looked at me

- You. Specially you, should get some rest too, Anon - For ...Months? Years? All my life? I've spent a so long without talking, that the name stuck with me, after that time on which they tried to guess my birth-given one for the first time in a jolly gust of timid laughter. They gave up, calling me “anonymous”, and “Anon” stayed, almost like an insignia of our path interlacing. - Don’t listen to that jackass, just close your eyes. We will be fine.

My whole silent answer was staring at him bluntly, ignoring his concern for me, and continued sitting on my own legs, using the stinging pain as a catalyst for my concentration. It wasn’t working.

- Use this - Said a voice climbing the shelving, handing me the bucket in her little hands and urging me to use my “second vision” on the water and oil paints she found and poured in. It was Mariah. A little girl we found on the road and that, despite having taken me as an “old sis” and mimic me, she was obviously too young to rely on. I didn't trust her.

I simply leaned over my side, releasing some of the pressure on my legs and her constant wounds, and observed the countless patterns of colors, overlapping one on top of the other, and taking me, partially, to that distant and treacherous place that was the “future”.

It was strange, without a doubt. The visions. Despite their symbolism, they felt so… real. And yet, I was well are of my own eyeballs crossing over and over, as if each one decided on following a pattern on its own. I was vaguely aware of the heavy breathing coming from Sam, to my right, and his need for an inhaler we couldn't provide. And of course, I was aware of the frank concern coming from Mariah in front of me. What was about that kid that made me feel so uneasy? I couldn't tell

Soon I wasn't there at all. I was still at the factory, but the darkness of sunset wrapped the place on a mantle of shadows. A double edged blade.

I observed through the windows, but instead of ruins, that place was exuberant with life; Bags and boxes all over the relatively unpolluted place, surround machinery that rather than dead seemed to just be catching breath for work on the next day. Among the rust - on where the rust was supposed to be, a moment ago - a head rushed in my field of vision, whispering something I couldn't quite grasp, almost as if I was trying to hear that voice underwater, but interpreted as danger and urge. So I woke up the unfortunate lovebirds on my right. Only that “second” Mariah, looking me worried through that veil that muffled her words, gave away the unhappy secret that was realizing that world wasn’t real. Through the veil, not only voices but faces blurred too, and bodies had a strange nuance of hue on them, as if time wasn’t sure on which speed to move. But I could have accepted all that as real If I really tried with all I had. I wonder why I had never done that; Surrendering myself entirely to that place and live the infinite possibilities of an uncertain future, until my body consumed itself in the present. I thought about it, while a little unruly voice in the back of my head tried to remind me of the past.

Ignoring that third-layer of thoughts, I doubled my efforts and the vision became more clear.

In silent despair, we observed how countless soldiers surrounded us from every angle, only betrayed by the friction of their clothing, and that strange light slicing darkness in half and giving away the rest of their team, one after the other, while our panic grew like a boiling red-hot ball of steel in our throats.

We ran as fast as we could without revealing ourselves, but we knew that sooner or later the creak of the metal, or the rustle of the boxes that so generously hid us would give us away. Sooner or later our sounds would reach the ears of our foes, so, While pointing at the exit, Marcus sprinted in the other direction, trying to get their attention and give us an opening.

Skidding, yet avoiding all the shots so far, he retraced his steps, tossing shelvings and its content away indiscriminately to hinder the soldiers, but they were flooding the place in droves, threatening with ambush him sooner rather than later. I bit my lip and pledged to avoid that sacrifice.

While impeding guilt started to creep in, one of the soldiers managed to find us through his scope. About to suffer the same fate as our most recent saviour, John interceded just in time, hushing our sentence with a kick and a crack.

We crossed the door and ran. We crossed walls, just to find more and higher walls. More vast areas, more exuberant trees and buildings, and with each step more and more people. We were getting close to that city downton, and a nightly festival seemed to welcome us.

Panting, we tried to blend in the crown, but we were sticking out too much. The looks of the locals perched in us more times that I would have tolerated normally if I were alone. But two hands firmly squeezed my wrist as a warning, and we continued our walk of shame, dirty, ragged and exhausted, through the crowd. We passed by multitude of people and food stands, and I think even our destiny, because Mariah suddenly gasped something in her native language that I couldn't understand.

It sounded like a warcry full of pain.

And the soldiers surrounded us.

In reality, I was vaguely noticing the tears of rage falling down my cheek, while Mariah, the authentic, landed her strangely cold hand on my arm, taking me out of my stupor with the shock. I tried to control my anger, rooting down in so many levels that I couldn't even justify them anymore, in vain.

Like scoffing us, Marcus climbed up to us, letting those eyes full of scars for everyone to see.

- We are surrounded.

Despite the sunlight still high in the sky, I knew what that meant to us, and it wasn’t good. Panicking, I ignored Marcus words and refuses his future sacrifice jumping down to the floor. Mariah tried to follow me, but she tripped with a cable. I stood there in shock for a second, but then acridly accepted that some things cannot be changed and kept running.

Trying to stay out of the sight of the soldiers through the windows and the countless doors that had collapsed in that place over the years, I saw, briefly, how Marcus urged Mariah to climb again, but there was no more time. John and Sean took each others hands and jumped out of my field of vision. I couldn’t see any of them anymore, nor I could go back. All I heard were shots and shouting, witnesing how both started to fade and become more and more infrequent. My panic grew higher, but I was able to control my breathing, and without looking back managed to outflank most of the guards, thanks to my size. It did not looked like they had my description, so it would be a while before they realized one of us was missing.

That was my chance. I crossed the lintel of the window, taking one piece of the broken glass while ignoring the pain, and moved on. Most of the soldiers were already inside the factory, or taking care of what I knew deep inside now were probably no more than the inert carcasses that were once my friends.

But a soldier remained, almost in front of me. I never knew if it was there to check every possible exit fulfilling his duty, or was left behind to lace his boots but it didn’t matter anymore. When he saw me, like a shadow, I jumped on to him slicing his throat, while the shard of glass carved deeper into the flesh of my palm, in protest. I considered taking their car, but that would have been very stupid and the death of that soldier meaningless, and less than silent.

While considering my options, and imperative and deep shout rumbled inside the factory sending a chill down my spine. They probably saw me or the dead soldier. So I started running.

I ran and ran, and ran desperate between the hills of that narrow street, cursing my short legs, swearing over my wounds, old and new, and blaspheming all kind of profanities over my luck and cowardly. But when I finally looked back, despite being able to hear them in the distance, I saw no soldier behind. It was my chance!

“You are alone… again.”

I ignored the gloomy thoughts and kept running, this time at a more inconspicuous way that allowed me to conceal my wounds and catch my breath again. I looked over each and every house, trying to find a suitable one to hide, but mostly I only found walls, tall metal fences, dead ends and dogs on the other side. Neither would make for a clean getaway. Not in time. Definitely not without leaving a huge blood trail. I squeezed my hand even harder against my chest and let out a frustrated sob, just when I saw a home with the gates wide open, almost as an invitation.

I knew it was risky, and perhaps even obvious, but I crossed over to that garden without further hesitation, and encompassing the house I started to think once more on my options. It was then when I heard little screams. Startled at first, but nostalgic not long after, realizing they came from several childrens playing and running around. It must have been a birthday party.

They hadn’t see me yet. Should I just simply open the door and beg for asylum? Maybe hide in their furniture? None of those options had a happy ending in my head. While I saw a little girl that could not be more than four, hugging someone that could not be other than her mother, I used the last of my strength, and with eyes blurred by effort and tears, I climbed to the roof.

But apparently life is never that kind, and luck stroke me greatly, when I saw the little girl say something and point at me directly through the window. However I was too weak to deal with it, and never knew if someone else than the little girl managed to see me.

Not like it mattered anymore, sooner or later the soldiers would get with my trail and cross their path with that family. And what would happen then when a little kid described the person that killed one of their own? I did not wanted to give them more means to find me, nor I wanted to check what those bastards decided to do with the witnesses.

I jumped from roof to roof, almost as if my time suspended in the air was trying to match the weight on my heart and the little content of my stomach. The back of my head was barely aware of the fact that those modern roofs were starting to get partly replaced with wood and clay tiles, filling the outline of my sight with nostalgia.

“Just a little more…”

About to fall more than once, my grip on those surfaces started to get ferocious, while I lost the one I had on reality. One last jump, and without realizing when, suddenly there was only void under my feet, as I landed on the hill of the home that saw me grow.

Bewildered, I walked down that rocky grassland, but the steps became a trot, and those irregular strides were soon replaced by jubilous little howls, in a body a bit older and more impatient than the one left behind to run down the hill. And as I ran, I hopped over the rocks, even skipping some, and trying to jump as high as I could to look over the chasm of my little mountain. For the first time in a long time I was laughing out loud again, immersed in my little memory.

Before long, I approached the big tree. And old oak under which two families were celebrating something I couldn't recall. Eating together, while the breeze caressed each of the present faces, promising Spring.

By the time someone noticed me, I was already in between the group of elders. A kid, somewhat younger than me at the time came to meet me. But my ardour laid elsewhere, and I took the advantage of a big boulder, to jump over him and grab one of the lower branches of the tree. In the end, it took me a few attempts, but I made it.

Of course, what I wanted wasn’t to climb the tree per se, I knew that eventually the branches would end up being too thin to hold my weight, and the foliage would have hindered the view either way, no; What I wanted was but that little treasure that caught the corner of my eye and I refused to let go. Just a couple more jumps, and before I realized, the little slugbunny was in my hands. White as snow to camouflage in the winter, despite its fast fur adaptation to the environment, it wasn't quick enough to avoid the surprise of an early spring, as the tree leaves became a delatory red.

Without much effort, I tried to twist his neck, but my hands were too small, and the animal were struggling too hard. However, just before I lost my prey, the kid came to me and offered his help. He finished his suffering off while I held the body, now motionless, that I showed off like a trophy to the elders, that ended up sighing and scolding me, but also laughing and cherishing my skills.

The afternoon went by faster than I thought, and the apprehension of forgetting something important was long one. Under the ebbing sun, the boy took some courage and with it my hand, taking me where his words couldn't be heard by the rest of his family.. He promised me… what was he saying?

I couldn't make out the words, and the wind now howling along the birds, carrying dust and leaves with it, forced me to squint my eyes. Ours met, and I knew who that kid was, and everything else came back to my head in a rush, like a bucket of cold water.

When I woke up, I was lying on a prairie, much different from the one that lit up the memories of my childhood. Dirty, mauled but surprisingly relatively intact. At least no broken bones that I could tell. I observed how the sunset contrasted with the summit I jumped from while running away, several meters above me, and that building that last saw me loose consciousness, now without a trace of those old clay tiles on wooden roofs. Much less the people that already had their last breath long ago. Now that I was awake, I wondered if those crimson bricks were the only witnesses of my fall…

Not without effort, I got up in my feet, and continued my way.

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All the reasons why the Egadi Islands are ideal for a boat vacation

With the New Year approaching, we are sure that many of you will already be fantasizing about summer and 2021 and what destinations to choose to enjoy a well-deserved vacation. If you think you are out of place, well, you are wrong! For us, it is worth the same desire to escape from everyday life that, especially at this time, seems to be even more massive than usual.

For this reason, we have decided to dedicate this article to one of the locations that we care most about and that we believe is a perfect location where to live the experience of the boat rental: the Egadi Islands. This small archipelago, composed of three main islands, can offer unique views and enchant anyone lucky enough to visit it. So at least it was for us.

So let’s see together some useful tips and suggestions for those of you who want to enjoy a sailing or motorboat vacation in this beautiful Italian resort.

Where are the Egadi Islands, and how can I reach them?

The Egadi Islands are located a few kilometers of navigation from the west coast of Sicily, approximately halfway between Trapani and Marsala. This proximity to the beach makes them perfect as a destination for a boating vacation. If you are at your first experience and do not want to exaggerate the navigation in the open sea, we suggest you rent a boat and visit the Egadi Islands. The closest and most convenient airport is undoubtedly the Vincenzo Florio di Trapani, but you can also land at Punta Raisi and then get to drill by land (about an hour by car).

Which are the main islands, and what are their characteristics?

The archipelago consists of 3 main islands, Favignana, Levanzo, and Marettimo, and two smaller but very picturesque islands are Formica and Marrone.

The Egadi Islands: ideal for snorkeling

If you love the sea, snorkeling, and diving, you will not find it hard to fall in love with these places. Moving quickly onboard a boat, especially if your option is to rent a motorboat, you will be incredibly easy to reach the waters of the countless coves that characterize the islands. Just from these coves will start your journey to discover the wonderful underwater world of the Egadi!

A stop also in the beautiful Sicilian land

The Egadi Islands, however, also offer ideas for life on land. Among the various, we remember on the island of Favignana the Palazzo Florio, and the old tuna-fishing factory with the adjoining museum. Places that recall the origins of fishers of the inhabitants and tell the story. You can not miss the sunset seen from the castle of Santa Caterina, located at the highest point of the island. Finally, if you love hiking and mountain, we recommend the trekking routes on the island of Marettimo.

What are the advantages of renting a boat on the Egadi Islands?

Renting a sailboat or motorboat and spend your vacations in the Egadi will be a regenerative vacation for you. As we said, this archipelago optimally lends itself to be discovered far and wide onboard a boat. You will feel part of nature, and from it, you can draw all the strength that this land can give. The proximity of its islands to the Sicilian coast allows you to visit even in a short time most of the beauty that these territories have to offer.

But what more does a boat vacation offer?

What is more beautiful on vacation than being able to choose every day to visit a new place, without having to respect schedules, without the thought of being stuck waiting for a means of transport or tied to its timing? Nothing at all!

A vacation on a boat is synonymous with freedom. Onboard a yacht, using the boat rental service, you will have none of these thoughts. Guided by your skipper, you will float far and wide at will. Still, always in complete safety, you will be free to decide day by day which route to follow and whether to opt for a day of total relaxation lying in the sun or whether to seek adventure exploring the most hidden and less popular views of the Egadi Islands.

Plan your vacation with the services of Your Boat Holiday! By visiting our website, you can discover everything about the world of sailing and motorboat rental and find all the yacht options offered.

Contact  now YBH Charter Brokers:

You can contact us by sending an email at ask@yourboatholiday.com or by phone, calling +39 33436 00997, available also on WhatsApp for both calls and texting.

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