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About Last Night °✧*:･ (Miguel's POV)

Miguel O'Hara x reader ♱✮♱ Vampire Next Door (ch. 8) prev part

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I wake up splayed on my living room couch. My ears ring, skin tingling, buzzing at me, trying to tell me something. I feel her eyes on me.

She’s sat at the kitchen counter, looking at a pile of blueprints.

I don’t get hungover; my genotype won’t allow it, but I suppose it's had worse shit mess with it. I stand up slowly then walk towards the counter, to her.

“Good morning, Y/N.”

“Good morning, Mig.”

“How did you sleep? How was the bed? Are you hung over?”

“I’m good, I’m fine,” she smiles up at me, softly. It gives me that feeling in my chest.

She looks down, her brows knit together.

“Last night was something, huh? Quite an eventful night,” she nods, looking down at the prints, avoiding my stare.

“It was…”

“I’m sorry, I– I shouldn’t have come onto you, I mean you were drunk and I–”

“You’re saying it like it was a mistake…”

“No– I mean yeah well, I pulled you into me,”

“I cornered you in the closet– it’s on me too, Y/N… did you not… mean it?”

“You were drunk, Mig, you didn’t mean it.”

“What didn’t I mean? How would you know?”

She pauses, tilts her head.

“After the party, you walked me back, that stuff you said, it was the alcohol. You were drunk.”

“I uhh put a happy face on your final paper,” I exhale as we drag our feet back to our corner of the apartment building.

“Do you … remember that?” I ask.

She looks up at me, nodding, softly smiling. She looks back down.

“Yeah, hm, that fed my delusions for quite a bit.”

“You weren’t delusional. I saw you,”

“How? I sat in the way back, Mig.”

“I liked the way you wrote. I liked to read you, liked the way your mind worked. Still do.”

“Are you drunk?”

“I am … but I still mean what I say.”

Her eyebrows furrow, then soften up with a smile. Wish she believed me.

“That doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it,”

“We just met, Mig, and I just, I wanted it to be real.”

“Everything I said was true. Did we not go to the same university? I knew who you were, I read you, and it felt like– I knew you… Where is this coming from? What did it mean to you, huh? I wasn’t asking for your hand in marriage–”

I wince at my words.

She slowly gets off of the stool.

“Yeah, it was a mistake,” she mutters, reaching for the door.

“Y/N, no. I just—”

Her cheeks are flushed, and I take a deep breath, realizing the overwhelming weight in my chest, watching her leave, watching her realize I was her mistake.

I watch her retreat. She shuts the door, shuts me out.

****

I come back from work, climbing through the window, when I feel the buzzing again.

It comes from the other side of the hall. Unfamiliar voices.

I open my door.

It’s maintenance.

I stand in the hallway, watching men converse, walking in with their tool boxes.

“Y/N? Is Y/N there?”

“Yes, sir. She’s in the bathroom, showing the guys.”

“Y/N,” I call out. I hear her footsteps approaching, recognizing the weight, the creak that comes with her steps.

She looks surprised to see me, which ends abruptly, her face growing unamused.

“What do you want?”

“Why didn’t you come get me? I could’ve done it for you!”

“Done what.”

“Fixed whatever needed to be fixed.”

“That seems like… like something a married person would do for the person they’ve married,”

“You brat. Dios. They’re going to be here all night! There’s three men in your apartment right now. It would’ve been a one man job for me.”

“There’s also a woman working inside, sexist,” she shrugs.

I cross my arms.

“Mig, it’s fine. I’ll lock my bedroom door.”

“Do you hear the ruckus they’re making? Think you’ll be able to sleep through that?”

She pauses, thinking.

“It’s late. Stay at mine again. Please— for both of our peace of mind.”

“Mig,”

“Stay at mine. I’ll sleep on the couch.”

****

I open to her knocks. She storms in, right past me, heading to the couch, pillow in hand.

“Y/N, I said you could sleep on my bed.”

“No. We’re not married, remember? It’s your bed,” she raises her palms at me, “Couldn’t touch it. That would be a sin.”

“God, can you drop that?”

“You started it.”

“Funny.”

“And I’m only staying here because it’s either them keeping me up or you keeping me up with all your loud sex activities,” she mutters, pulling the blanket off from the top of the couch and over her, laying down.

“Sex– I don’t have sex activities. I’m just boxing, or… or reorganizing my bathroom cabinets. Ay, cállate y duérmete. I’ve had enough of you.” Ugh, shut up and go to sleep.

“You sleep,” she mutters, muffled under the blanket. Her eyes are closed.

****

I sit at the kitchen counter, scribbling on a blueprint, as she sleeps on the couch.

I look up every once in a while, wincing at the clinging of metal across the hall, checking if it was audible to her. Our ears work differently.

The living room isn’t as warm as my bedroom. She’s all bundled up.

I get my blanket from my bedroom and bring it over to her.

Her eyes are closed, the bottom half of her face is covered by the blanket. I cover her up with another layer.

I turn to walk away, when I feel warmth tug at my wrist.

“Did you mean it? Did I really mean anything to you back then?” she whispers.

I stop in my tracks, looking down at the carpet under me. It’s hard to be sober and… open.

“Yes… Y/N,” I whisper down at her. She opens her eyes.

“I liked you then,” she whispers through the blanket.

I nod, then look back down at her, “I get that now.”

She lets go of my wrist.

“Are you comfortable? Do you want my bed?”

“Are you going to stay up working? I don’t want to steal your bed again.”

“I’ll probably be up for a while working on something. Take my bed. Vamos,” let’s go.

She slowly gets up, as I take the blankets off of her and sling them over my shoulder.

I lead her down the hall, then open the door into darkness.

“I’ll never get over how huge your bed is.”

“I’m tall.” She looks up at me then scoffs.

She approaches the lamp on my bedside table, touches the pull chain then looks back up at me. I nod.

The room becomes dimly lit up by orange light. She looks up at me before slowly getting into my bed. It makes my heart race.

She stays on one side of the bed. I walk over to where she lays, and gently layer the two blankets over her.

“I’ll be in the kitchen,” I nod, adjusting the blanket over her shoulder.

“Good luck with the blueprints.”

****

Two hours pass. I check in on her, slowly opening the door. She lays on her side, eyes opened, staring at the wall.

“What’s wrong?” I whisper from the doorway.

“Just thinking,” she whispers back, turning to look at me, “Creep.”

“Just checking on you… what’s wrong?”

“Lay with me.”

“I– okay.”

I sink onto the other side of the bed.

I lay on my back, arms crossed.

She turns to face me, lying on her side.

“I’ve been stuck in the past, Mig. I’ve been confused about everything lately, everything but… you, ” she exhales.

My heart skips a beat, and I don’t know what to say, though I know I feel the same.

Say something, idiot.

She closes her eyes, eyebrows furrowed. “Do you want me?”

I gulp, then nod. Thought it was clear.

“Then say something.”

“You know how I feel–”

“I don’t,”

A sigh escapes me.

“Can’t you feel it? I don’t know how to put it into words. I’m trying.”

“I know, I know.”

She grabs the hand I have rested on my side and squeezes it.

And she looks up at me, like she can see me, the me I can’t even see in myself, the one I thought died a year ago.

I grab her hand and put it to my face. I let her feel the warmth in my cheeks, the flush she put there.

I sigh, gather my thoughts.

“So what will it take for you to fall asleep?”

She hums in thought.

“Just stay with me for a bit.”

She turns, grabbing my hand and placing it on her side.

“Earlier, you said we just met, now you want me to touch you?”

“Then don’t. Refuse,” she mutters, pulling the sheets higher over her shoulder, half of her face now covered.

“You know I can’t do that.”

I turn on my side, then rest my face in my hand. She looks up at me, and I feel things I haven’t felt… maybe ever.

“I like you, Miguel O’Hara,” she sighs.

“I like you, Y/N.”

I find myself brushing my fingers through her hair. I find myself wanting to lull her to sleep. I find myself wanting to be soft for her. And it pains me.

She closes her eyes, but I can tell she’s smiling under the sheets.

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lets-talk-spirituality · 2 years

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Hi!! Can I pretty please get a channelled message from my sm please? Thank you!! 🌻

Let’s see what comes up!

Pink, hot pink, flamingo, Miami? I’m feeling like a vibrant Latin vibe and hearing like aye aye aye, seeing someone hold their skirt and dance, sort of like the scene is West Side Story, I want to live in America, I wonder if they are in theatre, or like musical theatre, seeing nightlife, dancing, lots of excitement and lifted spirits, salsa, maybe they are a dancer or take a dance class, maybe the teach, but I’m feeling a lot of Latin music,

Soulmate any messages?

I do hear fast Spanish speaking so I think they may be bilingual (in English please) Hello my love, it’s such a beautiful noche here in Miami, I love the culture, it reminds me of home, Venezuela, I love how I can learn from so many of the cultures of other South American transplants, I work in Spanish language programming, I’m a big supporter of spreading the culture of my country and just in general of Latin culture, (bad bunny fan—he should’ve won! Maluma, Shakira) I love to cook Hispanic food—arepas (some other dishes are coming up but I can’t find the words). I’m very passionate as a lover too ;) Just so you know! Hey (being cheeky and flirty, suggesting that all that dancing has made them good with their hips lol, definitely masculine energy, seeing like dark hair and skin, pink shirt unbuttoned and white pants). Te amo mucho, Espero Que estudias Espanol, mi amor. Es my importante a me (they hope you study or will learn Spanish because it’s important to them). Lo siento pero necessito tiempo para mi, yo se? (I’m sorry but I need time for myself, you know) I’m still developing but I dream of you, what we will do together and how we will grow. Always waiting for you, the love of a lifetime, love Raul? (That name is coming up)

Card Pull— El Dios De Los Tres

I never use this deck for client readings because this is my deck I use for myself but, with this deck being in Spanish as well, I felt called to use it on this reading. Very strongly

The Lovers, King of Cups, The Emperor, 10 of Wands reversed, 2 of Cups reversed

Immediately I’m feeling that your person is represented by the King of Cups and the Emperor, someone who has built a solid foundation in life emotionally and materially, truly just waiting for their Empress, the ten of wands reversed is about delegating tasks and the two of cups reversed is about a breakdown in communication. The first three cards are upright major arcana, which shows the overall vibe for long term is positive but the two suit cards in reverse are the smaller current setbacks, which have to deal with balance in my interpretation. Balance between what you take on and what you allow others to do, balance in communication, learning to not spread yourself too thin, learning your own boundaries.

Overall the lovers can represent counterparts but so does two of cups but it’s reversed, maybe one of you is in a relationship that you think is the one but isn’t, and that’s the two of cups reversed, the Lovers also can represent needing to make a choice and with the other cards around it, it could be that someone needs to decide to let something go in order to bring in something new, again this is a more minor set back from the larger picture. Whatever needs to be delegated or released will further the growth, this may be some internal belief or way of communicating with the self.

I think this person and you may struggle with communicating or your energy with each other may be hard to access right now as you grow into the Emperor and Empress. But that’s the path you are headed on once you can better learn your own boundaries (tingling head!)

Hope this resonates or helps you in some way!

#channeled message

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sesamestreet47 · 3 years

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Can you write a camilo with a clingy girlfriend like the Isabella one you did

Camilo with a clingy girlfriend

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

Camilo Madrigal x fem!reader

thank you for the request <3

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"Dude, I swear, your ruana is better than most blankets," Y/N said, studying the yellow material in her hands.

Camilo smirked. "Because it comes in a set with me?"

"Sure, that too," she responded mindlessly. She didn't even look up.

Y/N tightened her grip on the ruana, she pulled the boy wearing it closer. She wrapped her hands around his waist. Climbing onto his lap, she snuggled her head against his chest. Feeling the softness of his yellow piece of clothing, she let out a hum of satisfaction.

Camilo chuckled and hugged her just as tight. "Would you still cuddle with me if I stopped wearing it?"

"I don't think so, no,"

Camilo poked her side harshly.

there was something about Camilo that made you want to hug the heck out of him

you weren't normally a cuddly person, only for him

did he cast a spell on you?

maybe the candle blessed the Madrigals with this magnetic force that just made them so huggable?

whatever it was, it made you cling onto your boyfriend far more often than you intended to

sometimes you did it without thinking

you two would just be hanging out in his room, talking and next thing you know, your head is hidden in the crook of his neck, your arms are loosely wrapped around his middle and he's holding you, still talking about whatever gossip his sister introduced him to today

it's like your brain shuts down for a moment and turns back on when you're holding him and he's holding you just as close

you decide not to question it

maybe it was just girlfriend instincts kicking in? was that even a thing?

"Is this absolutely necessary?"

"No," Camilo responded. "But it's fun."

"It feels funky,"

Y/N and Camilo sat on his bed. The boy's legs sprawled just enough to fit the girl in between them. She sat cross-legged as Camilo put more of the slimey stuff on her face. He claimed this was the absolutely most efficient face mask ever. Y/N agreed to try it. But only because he promised her cuddles later.

Y/N felt shivers on her spine as the stuff on her face started leaving funny-feeling tingles on her cheeks and forehead.

"Don't move, mi vida," Camilo whispered.

Y/N rolled her eyes and decided to distract herself from the slime on her face. She scooted a little bit closer. She straightened her legs, placing them on top of Camilo's. She grabbed his ruana. Her fingers started playing mindlessly with a loose thread.

She had to satisfy herself somehow. And for now that would do, although she really wanted to lay down and use her boyfriend's chest as her pillow while feeling his hand stroking her hair.

"Done, now you gotta wait fifteen minutes,"

Y/N groaned. "Dios, what if I lack patience?"

Camilo shrugged. He wiped his hand with a small towel and lifted her legs up to get out. Y/N frowned.

But not for long.

Camilo turned away from Y/N and leaned back, resting his back against his girlfriend's stomach. She let out a muffled oof.

"Will that help?" he asked, looking up at her. He grabbed her hand and put it on his head.

Y/N scrunched her nose seeing that it was Camilo, who got to live her little cuddling fantasy but started stroking his hair nevertheless.

"A little," Y/N responded. "God, your hair is soft."

you were a grumpy cuddler, if that makes sense

like the idea of being clingy made you cringe a bit, but Camilo liked your approach to cuddles

it was funny to him because your hugs or kisses were soft and loving and they made him melt, but your face was almost identical to a face his mom made before there was a stormy cloud above her head

Camilo loved hugs too, but what he loved more was attention

so he didn't even try to hide the smug smile when you'd kiss him or hug him

his favorite were the things you did mindlessly

like grabbing his hand and rubbing his palm with your thumb when walking

like softly placing your hands on both sides of his face when he talked to count his freckles

like resting your back against his side when you read

like kissing him sweetly when you two would pass each other in town before going back to chores

yeah, he loved your approach to cuddles and affection

it made him feel superior and irresistible, but also loved and adored

"Wait, wait, wait," Camilo broke off the kiss.

Y/N looked at him with furrowed brows. "What?"

The boy licked his lips and smiled. He tucked her hair behind her ear. If she wasn't already close, he'd pull her to his chest. But Y/N loved the feeling of resting her hands on his hips while going in for a kiss, so he never really managed to pull her in as it was always her who beat him to it. He didn't complain.

"Nothing," he said. Y/N looked at him unamused. "You're just- I think I have a crush on you,"

"Camilo, if you ever break off a kiss for such a stupid joke again, I'll make Isabela hit you with a cacti,"

"Okay, got it,"

He spared no time in placing his lips back on hers.

sometimes you held his ruana when in a crowd

Mirabel joked it looked like you were on a leash

you actually found it funny, because she was right

Camilo wasn't the only Madrigal that got to enjoy your cuddles

his siblings got to experience your hugs as well

Antonio loves your piggyback rides

Dolores likes it when you do her hair

and Pepa absolutely adores giving you forehead kisses

but you're still clingy for Camilo and Camilo only

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vespertineart · 3 years

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Jotaro kujo x Fem! reader

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Life moves so fast. Too fast, for your liking. Maybe it's because your childhood wasn't the nicest, so you have wallowed in the sadness it brought you too much that you weren't aware of time, or the fact that you were so wrapped up in one future, you thought your life depended on nothing but academic purpose. At least then. Or maybe it's because you never realized how much you've wanted to do in your life until three years ago. You're still young, though a young adult, and you shouldn't be worried about the consequences of things you never did. Though, maybe they would affect you later on.

It's always been overwhelmingly depressing when you realize you can't relate to that flurrery feeling every one of your classmates told you about when bungee jumping or simply touching a manta ray. Never have you had the chance to visit a very famous amusement park because of how expensive it was. All of that would make you the odd one out in any friend group, which is why you never bothered to start a close friendship with someone.

However, this year was different. Let aside the fact that you missed out on all your school year's material, you experienced something far more exciting than anyone's ever had. Your mind still finds itself boggled by the sudden event. One second you're with your classmate who you knew nothing about at the time, and the next he's in jail, and you're with his grandfather trying nag get him out.

You can't even bring yourself to comprehend how you even got a grip on the whole situation, how you managed to have yourself thrown into the formula, from going to Egypt and saving Miss Holly, to fighting Dio and even almost dying with Kakyoin and Avdol who are currently in different hospitals. It all still feels so surreal.

Unconsciously, as you reminisce, your fingers brush the large scar that lays unveiled on the surface of your forearm, reaching from your wrist to your cheek, a few scabs still blanketing random edges on it. Soon, your hands found themselves reaching your currently broken and cast ankle. Your crutches lay limp on your leg. Your skin is cold, and so is the wind hitting it. For May, this is probably the longest it has taken to become warm.

"Oi, yn." You're snapped out of your daze when a certain deep voice calls out to you, a coherent tinge of worry trailing at the end of the person's greeting.

The all-familiar, stinging scent of cologne immediately assures you of who this person is. You let out a sigh, dipping your head down, eyes closed, a delightful sense of relief washing over you.

"Hey, Jojo. Thanks," you greet as you take a weak hold of the beer can your companion bought you. After a while of shuffling, both of you got your backs comfortable on the strong walls of the school's roof, taking in the cool wind as it brushes through your hair. The sun is set, but there is still a bit of sunlight left, it mixes beautifully with the soft white streetlights and spots of yellow, red and blue in the far distance which homes and billboards emit. If you focus enough, you can see a light silhouette of hills.

Jojo. Jotaro kujo. You recite that name on your tongue every night, sometimes in fear you might forget it. Some of his admirers despise you for it. For having the advantage of calling out to him whenever you want and he'd answer you, and only you. Your classmates say you're extremely lucky, like you've won a million-dollar bet for being his first and closest female friend. He's never down to open up, but from your experience, he's desperate for any type of companionship. However, the so-called advantages were never what this was all about for you. If it was, you'd know barely anything about each other, and you're glad you could become more than just classmates after the whole Egypt thing. To you, his friendship depended and revolved more around trust and means of comfort than just mainly using him for safety and assumed attention. The fact that he's truly a hard to crack shell of a man—that you somehow managed to turn into ash the moment you told him to 'get the fuck out of the jail room, you look ridiculous' —never mattered to you more than how closer you wish to get to him. Focusing in front of you again you watch the colors of the clouds merge with the dark purple of the sky. The stars are already out, and a beautiful half-moon is shining brighter than ever. You pout, disappointed of the incoming inability to see it in full display due to the sky's current cloudy state.

"Old man called me yesterday." You turned your head to Jotaro, eyes immediately locking with his. Just the simple fact that both of you go out of your ways to fully focus on each other makes your relationship all the more mutual. Jotaro, especially, he's never felt as easy with anyone as he has with you, and kakyoin, too, but he'd never say it directly to any of you . At night, when he's lost in his thought, he finds himself thinking of you. How kind you are and how you never seem to see the bad in anything despite having a bad past. He'd never admit it let alone say it with his tongue but he tries to take advantage of that kindness, in a way to make sure nothing will happen to you. He can't afford to lose anyone else. He also doesn't know if the fact that he thinks of you is more embarrassing, or the fact that he secretly wants to let his walls down in front of you one day. The thought comforts him, but, as usual, he's too meek about it, since there were many times his 'kindness' would be misunderstood as romantic intent. Well, he's doubting that, anyways, specifically with you.

"hm?" you reply, taking a sip of the refreshing drink in your hand. Your fingers wrap around each other, holding the can in a tight and secure grip. You're prone to dropping your drinks now and then, so you found this to be the most practical way of 'protecting them'. Yes, you look stupid when you end up dropping them either way. You two always get a good laugh from it, so at least there isn't any embarrassment happening.

"He was wondering if you wanted to stay with us for a couple more weeks. Mom misses you already." Jotaro exhales, smoke filling the air around you and mixing with his musky cologne to create an unbearable scent you never wanted to forget. The mention of Mr. Joestar for the third time this month makes your eyes widen. It was all for the same reason too. You lived alone for a long time now, and you've gotten very used to the lonely and eerie feeling of your dark home at night. However, of course, after meeting the Joestars, Joseph couldn't possibly leave you without pampering you so much, especially after helping with saving his precious daughter. You were grateful. You always are for what he does for you, but just enough for him to make you basically live with him is something you can't quite afford. Not money-wise, it's just that you don't have anything to give them in return, and offering your life also meant living with them. The cycle goes on.

With a grunt, you twist your form to face Jotaro, your hands pushing hard on the floor to support your frail physique.

"Jojo...I really appreciate it, but I have things to do at my house. I need to clean it, take care of the food that's been in the fridge for almost a month now. Maybe another time, but I really don't want to trouble you guys like this. You've done way too much for me already," you excuse, trying your best to scoot closer to your friend. As a final task for the day, you set yourself up on your knees and wrap your arms around the much larger man, patting him on the back a couple of times before planting a heavy peck on his forehead. "And you can stop worrying about me so much now, Joot. I'm really fine, thanks to you." A warm smile graces your lips as you speak your soft words to Jotaro, seeing his panicked eyes slowly close as he scoffs, pushing you away and hiding his rose-tinted face with the shadow of his hat.

"I'm still walking you home."

As much as you want to, you can't complain with a broken ankle. Who knows what might happen if you're too slow with walking? Over his dead body will Jotaro Kujo let anyone lay a finger on you...

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The slow crunching of pebble and dust under heavy boots and the repetitive melody of crickets in the grass is enough to get you woozy in the freezing weather of tonight. The wind started picking up a long while ago, and you fear it might get worse before you reach your home. Clouds are grey and dull as they sway in a quick pace in the blue-black sky. The vigorous rustling of trees makes your ears tingle. Your pores are open with sweat, the droplets slowly trickling down your face and quickly drying out. Your arms over your crutches, your stomach hurting from excessive contraction, your breath becomes heavy, and your chest begins to hurt. It's been well over 20 minutes since you guys have been walking, and you're starting to hate yourself for letting Jotaro deal with your snail-paced struggle on a day like this.

Without a word, you sigh, then slowly crouch down to reach the floor. However, from how your ankle is positioned, the momentum you pushed yourself down with was faster than you anticipated, and you gasp. Bracing yourself for impact, you let go of your crutches hastily, spreading your arms in front of you to prepare support. Your eyes close tightly and you clench your stomach, a second away from hitting the concrete before feeling a soft barrier holding you up. Slowly, you open your eyes again, to find none other than Jotaro, encasing you in his large, jacket-cushioned arms. Without a chance to react, you feel yourself getting pulled up, hoisted up a millimeter high and huddled in your friend's arms again only this time in a better position for him to be able to swing your legs over to the side.

"Good grief, woman. What the hell were you doing?!" At this position, you can clearly hear the growl in Jotaro's voice. Heck, his breath is right in your ear. Inevitably, you shiver, letting out a huff of air. You feel yourself blush out of embarrassment when he gives you a side eye and you prepare to find a good answer to his question.

"Sorry, I wanted to sit down a bit...I uh..wasnt expecting to...fall-"

"Whatever, just stop talking or you'll die. And you're freezing ," Jotaro interrupts, leaning down to grab your crutches, still holding onto you. His head rests on your shoulder as he bends down, his fingers curling with ease around the handles.

Still shocked from the sudden ordeal, you start shuffling in Jotaro's arms, earning a grunt from him.

"Stay still, yn, for fuck's sake!"

"I-I can still walk on my own, JoJo!"

Annoyingly, or rather, smugly, Jotaro ignores your comment, only dragging his disagreement further by hoisting you up further so your figure is tucked snuggly between his arms. This proves his previous comment of how cold you actually are, seeing as you immediately melt into his arms, eyes almost instantly closing as you sigh, taking in the comfortable warmth of the thick fabric of his clothes.

when you look back at him, you decide not to complain any more when he raises an eyebrow at you and lets out chuckle. You just stare at the fading stars, keeping the image of his rare smile in your head along your little journey.

As you space out, your eyes having no place to stay still as the clouds move endlessly, you shake your head, feeling the pain in the back of your head from how dizzy you've become. This world is too big for even eyes to bear. you let out a mall sigh, the incoming comfort quickly cut off as you gasp. A wet droplet found its way on your nose uninvited. You look at Jotaro, expecting to see his face dotted with a bit if sweat, but that wasn't the case. Another droplet, and a third, and soon you see one slip off from Jotaro's hat. Oh... Ooooh...

Oh shit.

You gasp once more, suddenly sitting up and causing Jotaro to retract his head with a grunt.

"What the hell?!"

"Jojo it's raining!"

"And..?! Jeez you overreact."

With a pout, you hit the top of your friend's head, earning a stutter from him.

"C-can you walk a bit faster..? I can't have you getting sick, " you complain, clutching onto the chain dangling from JoJo's collar as a way to nudge him into agreeing to your order.

"That's not happening, y/n just sit back down-" As if to mock him, the clouds let out a loud clap of thunder, The rain quickly picking up with the wind. As fast as this happened, you and Jotaro are now almost drenched in water. You cross your arms, looking up at Mcedgy with a smug expression on your face.

He sighs heavily, tugging the brim of his hat and letting out his famous

"Good grief..." before wrapping his jacket around you like a stolen package and trudging quickly. A few moments pass before he starts to run.

Surprisingly, your house isn't that far away anymore. You'd expect that from someone twice your height running. Currently, your friend is huffing, occasionally spitting excess water away from his mouth.

"We're here."

He stops running, just jogging his way around a building before setting you down on the floor, waiting until you regained balance to give you your crutches back. You hiss at how cold the air is, your body quickly shivering.

You quickly find your keys from your pocket before limping to your front door and opening it with a satisfying click, taking your single wet shoe off and stepping into your house, again, cringing because of how cold the floor has gotten. As you manage to trudge to pull a shawl you found hanging on a chair, you turn back to the door, facing Jotaro again.

"Thanks for walking me here JoJo. It was definitely a pain, I'm sorry," you apologize, a wide smile on your face, rubbing the back of your neck.

"It's fine," says Jojo, already lighting his third cigarette of the day and placing it between his lips.

There's a long silence between the two of you, the heavy sound of rain and occasional thunder being the only thing breaking it. Your breaths are heavy because of the weather, and you do nothing but stare at each other. It seems none of you want to turn away for some reason. both of you are worried for each other. It takes another while before any of you finally move, Jotaro shuffling off of the steps in front of your door and turning around with a small farewell.

You, knocked out of your trance, call out to him again, making him stop. Now in your garden, completely soaked, Jotaro turns his head to you. His cigarette is barely lit anymore.

"Umm...I just realized your house is too far away," you start, catching your friend's attention. He slowly walks back to you, shoving his hands in his pockets. He only hums in response.

"Uh...I just...don't want you walking all that way again, and further so why-"

"I'm not coming inside your house," Jotaro cuts you off, causing you to stutter and blink a couple of times. However, you've already made up your mind and there's no way you're turning back now.

"No, JoJo, you are, and I'm serious right now!," you protest, trying your best to sound strict as you walk to take a hold of Jotaro's arm with your free one and pulling him under the dry safety of your door. When he realized he stepped in with his shoes, he quickly retreats, pulling on his hat and looking away.

"JoJo...!"

Jeez, you're so naïve. Little do you know, Jotaro is only concerned about causing you any harm. He'd rather shrivel up and die from hypothermia than have you affected by him. But...refusing is never an option with you at this point. If anything, he doubts you won't end up following him until he's already at his own house, still trying to nag him further. He grunts, shaking his head then looking back to you.

"Jesus, fine."

Your face quickly lights up with a smile, and you drag Jotaro inside your house —with a limp—and make him take his jacket off. As much as he somewhat doesn't want to be here, Jotaro sighs in relief, shuddering at the warmth of your home.

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{2901 words}

This is just something to start writing here. I'm not sure how to feel about it but I hope you like it lol, you can imagine what happens next. this seems very random and messy, which it is but I promise I'll come back with better content lmfao.

--Poppie

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sammystep · 4 years

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No One Lives Forever- CH10

(AO3 link)

Stardust Crusader Wolf Pack AU

[From the beginning- CH1]

Between the road noise and the insulation of the cooler it was easy to ignore the shouting from the gremlin. Kakyoin had taken shotgun this time, the rest of you piled in the back rows and passing around bandages and ointments as Polnareff drove. After cleaning away the blood you could see none of you had sustains injuries worse than some deep scratches. With the accelerated healing you all had they would be fine by morning, but you patched each other up with gauze and bandages just in case. It felt nice, satisfying even, to take care of the others and let them take care of you in return.

You lose track of time for a bit, content to sit quietly in the middle row and rest. You hear someone start snoring from behind you and turn around to see Joseph has nodded off, Avdol also has his eyes closed but looks more like he’s meditating than sleeping. Jotaro must have turned at the same time, you caught his eyes as he turns forward again as well, a small smile on his face. You smile at him and hold out your hand to him over the middle seat. His gaze flicks back again before he faces forward completely and covertly takes your hand.

You didn’t realize how tense you still were until he took your hand and you felt the muscles of your back and shoulders melt. A tingling feeling of relief, you were safe, your pack was safe, your mate…

You tense slightly again and grip Jotaro’s hand, where had that feeling come from? You are bewildered for a moment, you barely register Jotaro squeezing your hand back, his emotions hidden by his resting serious face. You relax into your seat again, coming to at least basic terms with what your instincts have been screaming at you for a while now. Yes, it was a terrifying situation happening when you first met him, and Jotaro could physically fit the definition of big bad wolf, but his actions so far have proven he’s anything but cruel or violent. When you had gotten a look at the cut on his leg earlier you had to suppress a sudden shift and urge to rip the monster that did that to pieces. Maybe he was experiencing the same feelings towards you?

It’s been a few hours after the events of the gas station and capturing Dio’s minion when Polnareff makes a turn off the road to a campsite. Although it looked well cared for there weren’t many campers ready to brave New York forests this late in the season, there were no other cars in the lot or in any of the designated spaces close to the entrance. Jotaro is surveying the space outside his window so he doesn’t see Kakyoin turn around and catch sight of your intertwined hands. You blush and look away when you catch his eye and he’s polite enough to clear his throat before announcing this was the nearest campsite he found to dispose of the gremlin in its prison.

Polnareff parks and you’re surprised Jotaro gives your hand a squeeze before letting go and climbing out. You suppress a giggle at Joseph’s sudden snort as he jostles himself awake. Exiting the truck, you enjoy a deep lung full of clean air, not even a trace of human scent present. The falling leaves and large lake to your right create a picturesque scene and you almost wish the pack had stopped for pleasure and not business. Speaking of… Jotaro and Polnareff are unloading your captive from the back, the creature either playing possum or it had finally run out of air. A couple of hard shakes to the container don’t produce the screeches you expected.

Joseph has fully woken up from his nap and joins them in staring at the cooler. “Well, looks like we won’t be getting any more info out of that thing.” He puts one hand on his hip and scratches at his beard with the other. “Jotaro, what do you think? Risk it getting away to see if it’s really dead?”

“No. It didn’t seem all that clever, it probably had nothing more to tell us. It’s not worth the risk of it getting loose out here.” Jotaro motions with a jerk of his chin to the dense woods. “We’ll burry the whole thing and be done with it.” The rest of the pack nods in agreement and Jotaro and Polnareff haul the cooler towards the line of trees.

You all take advantage of the rest stop and walk around the campsite while Jotaro and Polnareff make quick work of disposing of their cargo. You douse a few paper towels with some of the bottled water as they make their way back and offer them to the guys to clean up with. “Ah, merci mon amie.” Polnareff looks around for a moment before leaning in slightly “Ah, say (Y/N), you didn’t see any restrooms around here, did you?”

Jotaro rolls his eyes as he finishes cleaning the dirt from under his nails. “Good grief Pol. It’s the woods. Go anywhere.”

“Fine! Fine!” Polnareff puts his hands up in surrender, “Just thought I’d check.” He backs away from you and Jotaro and towards the lake. You turn away to give him privacy and survey the rest of the pack. Avdol and joseph are going through some of the snacks; more like Avdol is trying to restrain Joseph from sampling each new type of jerky he finds. Kakyoin is making his way to you and Jotaro when you hear a sudden shout from behind you.

Polnareff had just finished his business and was headed back to the group when his leg gets caught on something. Yelling as he’s pulled to the ground, he re-evaluates, he hasn’t tripped on his own and whatever has caught him is dragging him back towards the lake. He catches a glimpse of what looks like seaweed wrapped from ankle to kneecap as he tires to scramble away. His claws dig into the dirt as he struggles to gain traction and from behind him he hears an ungodly noise of whatever has caught him.

You and Jotaro turn as soon as you hear Polnareff’s distressed yelp. The unbelievable scene of a creature rising from the lake makes you both hesitate for a moment to comprehend what you’re seeing. Its body ungulates, a writhing mass of pond weed and lake plants twining together to take the form of what looked like a horse. Jotaro recovers from the shock first, surging forward and transforming as he ran. You are right behind him, transforming as well. The creature rears back and screeches as you both approach it, desperately trying to drag Polnareff to the water as the plants rooted to its body climb further up his leg to gain better grip on the struggling werewolf.

From your left more beasts are emerging from the water and you and Jotaro dodge the kelp and vines shooting out at you. You hear the rest of the pack behind you also start making their way to the lake but are cut off by more creatures. The one holding onto Polnareff has managed to drag the massive white werewolf to the water by the time you and Jotaro rush the last few steps to his aid. Both of his legs have been tangled by vines now but they fall away limp as Jotaro is able to cut through the main vine. You quickly help Polnareff to his feet in the knee-high water.

“What the hell are these things?” Polnareff’s voice is deeper and slightly distorted with his change and constant growl rumbling from his chest. The three of you take a defensive formation covering each other’s backs and claws out. Your ears flatten and you snarl at one of the seaweed horses as it gallops by.

“I’ve never seen anything like this,” you huff and swipe at a tendril of lake-weed snaking too close for comfort, “Some kind of horses? Or we pissed off a plant witch or something?”

“Kelpies. They’ve never been sighted this far north though.” Jotaro growls out as he snaps at the beast in front of him. By now the things were running amok along the shoreline and around the pack, six of them in total working as a team to try and capture and drag you all to a watery grave. One of them turns and stamps its hooves before charging directly at you, Jotaro and Polnareff. You are forced to dive away as it barrels by but a vine of weeds wraps around your waist as it passes. You are lifted briefly into the air before landing on all fours, the vines tangling your legs as well. You hear two loud thumps behind you and see Jotaro and Polnareff were also bound by that last charge, their arms stuck to their bodies and unable to claw their way out.

You cut your own bindings as fast as you can and quickly cut them free as well before you are all dragged along with the galloping kelpie. It bellows as it realizes its prey has broken free and tosses its head making its mane of kelp fly about. The three of you quickly move to the offensive rushing the creatures standing between you and the rest of your packmates. Jotaro takes the lead and you defend his sides, swiping away any tendrils reaching too close. Polnareff assists and keeps another beast off your backs. Ahead of you, Avdol, Joseph and Kakyoin are also struggling to keep themselves guarded and untethered, but the horses are galloping too fast to try and get any substantial hits in, circling in a pattern to keep the pack separated and vulnerable.

Jotaro narrows his eyes and growls louder as he realizes there is something more going on here. Although they are fast there are only six of the kelpies, the pack should be able to take them on one-on-one but their movements are too coordinated to be wild kelpies. He stops and takes on a defensive stance again as a sudden gleam of light catches his attention, what looks like spider’s thread catching the sunlight. He follows the line with his eyes and sees it connects to one of the kelpie’s heads. In fact, now that he’s noticed one of them, they all seem to have this silver thread connecting them to a single point in the lake. About 20 feet from the shore a figure has risen from the water, humanoid but draped in gold and blue lakeweed. It makes no move to come ashore, instead moving its arms like an orchestra conductor would to control the team of water horses under its command.

Before he can make a move towards this figure another kelpie blocks his path. Polnareff barrels forward from his right and slashes at the beast’s face with his claws. He yelps in pain at the same time the kelpie rears back and retreats, a pile of silver rope falling to the ground. Polnareff cradles his silver burned hand for a moment before his eyes light up in understanding. “It’s silver! They have silver leashes!” the kelpie he accidently freed runs past the fighting happening between its herd and the pack, running on top of the water to the far side of the lake. “It’s gonna burn like hell but we can free them!”

With one of the kelpies no longer under its control, the man in the lake’s movements become more exaggerated as the remaining five horses push themselves to move faster, biting, stomping and charging the pack. Jotaro seizes the opportunity to break another of the silver ropes as he dodges the kelpie charging at him but instead of letting go, he grips the silver line tight where he severed it. It burns something fierce but he’s able to control the horse long enough to force it to charge at the lake man and bring Jotaro along for the ride. When he’s close enough Jotaro slips the silver harness from the kelpie and throws it, hoping to tangle the puppet master. Up close he can see the man’s flashing amber eyes and although as a wolf his sense of color is limited, he can tell the kelp and weeds cloaking the creature would actually be red instead of gold if he had full color vision right now. A rusalka then. A male rusalka and a herd of kelpies under its control?

The rusalka hisses at him but it’s a mocking laugh and not a fearful defense mechanism like Jotaro expected. Instead, it seems confident in its ability to take on the hulking werewolf in the water. “Hssss… You are a foolish one, aren’t you? Making it so easy to carry out my orders. You think you’ll beat me in my element? Show me what you’ve got then, pup.” Vines of lake kelp lash out as the rusalka flails his arms, no longer focused on controlling the kelpies now that his prey was in range of his own claws. Jotaro growls and snaps the first volley of vines with his claws as he swims closer. Grabbing at the next vines that hurl at him he holds tightly and begins reeling himself closer toward the rusalka.

He’s underestimated the rusalka’s speed and he has to suddenly deflect razor sharp claws away from his exposed torso. Although it has the advantage of speed in the water it is still weaker than Jotaro and on its next swipe Jotaro is able to grab on and immobilize it while swiping with his own claws. The rusalka hisses in pain and thrashes enough to break Jotaro’s grip before getting a hit in on the wolf’s side. More lake weed vines shoot out from its body to try and wrap him up and finally succeed in binding his leg. With a great tug the battle is moved completely underwater. Jotaro is just barely able to resist the instinct to gasp as the cold water rushes into his ears and nose uncomfortably. Snapping his eyes open as he feels a shift in the water, he’s able to evade the claws that had been aiming for his face.

Now that he can see his enemy in his entirety, Jotaro realizes the reason the rusalka had been controlling the kelpies from such a distance. From the waist down, instead of legs or even fins is a thick tangle of lake weed and kelp that anchors it to the lake bottom, more vines branching off and shooting towards him from this central pillar. The vines were easily cut away as they reached him, but they were only a distraction for the rusalka to pull himself closer and unleash a flurry of slashing strikes. Jotaro blocks them with his arms and again grabs on to immobilize and pull in closer to deliver his own blows. He moves to the offensive, digging his claws into slimy flesh as the rusalka struggles in his grasp. He almost looses his grip when it lands a hard blow to his shoulder but keeps hold long enough to accomplish his final attack. With a powerful strike, Jotaro severs the thick tether keeping the rusalka anchored to the lake.

The screech it lets out is almost deafening under water and Jotaro nearly looses his grip a second time. But with his claws embedded deep into the rusalka’s torso and his other hand gripping it by the throat he is able to swim and haul it to shore. With every foot closer it struggles harder, finally showing fear in its panicking eyes. Its movements are becoming less and less coordinated and it makes motions Jotaro recognizes as trying to call upon the kelpies for help through the silver ropes it had been using. The water is shallow enough now that Jotaro can stand and looks around for the kelpie reinforcements coming to its master’s aid. Instead, his pack spots him and rushes to help him drag the rusalka all the way to shore. Kakyoin reaches him first and the red wolf helps pull the creature the last few feet to the shore.

The change begins as soon as the last tendril loses contact with the water, some leaves shriveling and turning brown while others seem to rapidly decay and turn to sludge. The rusalka screams and thrashes as its body dries out and starts to flake away, but its strength is failing and it can’t pull itself back to the water in time. It collapses as it shrivels up, arms outstretched to the lake and it succumbs to the dry air.

You are the first one to let your transformation drop as you run up to Jotaro and Kakyoin, careful not to step in any leafy remains on the ground in front of them. Your sable fur falling away to reveal smooth skin and clothes is the unofficial signal for the others to drop their transformations as well. You reach the alpha and beta just as Jotaro lets go of his wolf form and you can see the damage the rusalka inflicted in their unseen underwater battle. You and Kakyoin nod at each other before reaching for Jotaro’s right arm and lifting it over your shoulder to support him, Kakyoin doing the same on his left side. You blush as you hear him chuckle but you’d be dammed if you weren’t going to help him after he risked his life to defeat the enemy. It seems he does appreciate your effort though as his chuckle turns into a huff and you feel his weight shift to lean on you as the three of you make your way back to the truck.

The rest of the guys move ahead getting the first aid supplied you all ransacked from the gas station opened and organized. Avdol takes charge of distributing bandages as Joseph and Polnareff drop dramatically to sit on the logs surrounding the unused fire pit. Jotaro is obviously sporting the worst injuries, but the rest of the pack is also covered in various bruises, bitemarks and silver burns. You and Kakyoin focus on getting Jotaro patched up together, you carefully clean the slashes from the rusalka’s claws and Kakyoin follows your wake drying and bandaging what he can. You don’t realize you are purring until Jotaro starts purring back and relaxes as your hands make contact with the bared flesh of his arms. You blush as you glance at his bare chest, looking in a non-clinical way now that things were calming down. Your hands only hesitate a moment though before you return to your task.

Your blush returns tenfold when Jotaro practically drags you down to sit next to him once you and Kakyoin finish bandaging each other as well. By the time everyone is bandaged up it’s getting late enough that you knew the pack wasn’t going to finish the journey to the city tonight. Everyone is sitting around the still unlit firepit and relaxing for a moment, watching the herd of kelpies you freed running and jumping across the surface of the lake when Avdol makes his suggestion. “Well, it seems like we’re not going to make much more progress tonight. We don’t have any camping gear with us, but we are already at a campsite.”

Polnareff flops over onto the log he’d been sitting on. “You mean we’re roughing it out here tonight? Can’t we keep going until we find a motel with actual beds? And proper bathrooms?”

Joseph throws an empty bottle at him, “Hush you spoilt pup! I don’t want to hear your bellyaching when you’ve got no idea what camping out here will do to my old bones!” You’re starting to recognize Joseph’s tell when he’s teasing Polnareff is to cross his arms and try and look stern, but a small grin gives him away.

“No, its too risky right now to be near humans. That rusalka, before we really got to fighting it mentioned ‘carrying out its orders’.” Jotaro shakes his head as he addresses the pack, joseph and Polnareff immediately back into serious mode. “We’ll be safer if we are able to fully transform to fight if we need to. I think that’s worth being uncomfortable for the night.”

You all agree with the decision to rank safety over comfort but you slump a little as you continue to watch the kelpies dance around the lake. You’ve slept in your car and camped out enough in your own travels that it’s not a huge hardship to do it again, but you also appreciated having a real bed to relax in. Especially after a day like today.

“I agree. However, on second thought…” Avdol motions to the kelpies, one had caught a large fish in its mouth as you had been daydreaming and now two were fighting over it and ripping the catch to pieces in the process. “Kelpies are carnivores after all. Perhaps a different campsite would be more suitable.”

Jotaro sighs and you feel him slump slightly into your side before he rallies himself and stands up. “Good point. Kakyoin, you’re navigator. Find a campsite we can get to quickly. Everyone else pack up and let’s go.”

Author’s Note:

So. A week late, but I swear its not my fault. Guess who lives in Texas and couldn’t use a computer for the week? This gal. Everything is fine now and I’m one of the lucky few who doesn’t have a 10k electric bill or burst pipes.

Anyway, this chapter was a lot of fun to write- I always thought it was weird the crusaders just jumped right in with the rest of the crew after the Dark Blue Moon episode when CLEARLY you can’t trust anyone. So this chapter is the “Captain” and his crew as cryptids and myths. If you haven’t been reading the notes so far, I’ve planned out all of the enemies in this fashion, each battle a new myth to discover (and for me to research). Also every Wikipedia article I’ve looked at for the monsters has a reference line that is something like “Appears on episode 25 of Supernatural”. I have not seen more than 2 or 3 episodes of that show, I got to the one with the Wendigo and NOPED RIGHT OUT. Was wwaaaayyy too scary. Couldn’t handle it! So any similarities to the show are going to be pure coincidence.

Also I had to do a gag at Pol’s expense

#werewolf #pack #family pack #jjba fanfic #jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo part 3 #stardust crusaders #jjba anime #jjba au #jotaro kujo #joseph jostar #noriaki kakyoin #jean pierre polnareff #muhammad avdol #jotaro x reader #reader insert #au fanfiction #dark blue moon

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aerynwrites · 4 years

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Sunshine

Author’s Note: I don’t really have anything to say other than....I am so sorry.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Death, blood, major injury, guns, angst, anguish, just - so much angst.

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When Javier met you, it was like his entire world just clicked into place.

He had felt so alone, so consumed by the evils in the world that surrounded him day in and day out while working for the DEA, that when you came into his life, it was like a ray of light in his dark little corner. Your laugh, your smile, the way you spoke so lovingly about your dog Cooper, it all made him fall deeper and deeper in love with you.

The minute Javier realized what was happening, he wanted to run. He wanted to run as far away from you as possible because wherever he went, darkness was sure to follow. However, as you got closer to him, you reminded him that there was still light in the world. You told him that not everything he touched would crumble away. So, with a lot of convincing on your part, he finally asked you out on a proper date. He even accidentally called you sunshine which, in turn, resulted in you singing ‘you are my sunshine’, and forcing him to sing along. Then you went on another date, and another one after that, until eventually things got out of hand (in a good way), and you ended up moving in together and a ring ended up on your finger.

“Javi what – is this really happening?” you gasped, looking down at Javier who was kneeling on one knee in the living room of your shared apartment.

The man had to swallow past the nervous lump in his throat as he nodded, “Yes, mi amor – my sunshine” he reassured, “I want to wait until we get back to the states to get married but this-“ he gestured to the ring, “It’s a promise. I want a future with you (y/n). I see a future with you…if that’s something you see too?” his voice faltered at the end, unsure if you would accept.

You looked at him dumbfounded, “Are you crazy?” you begin, shocking Javier into a horrified silence - so sure you were rejecting him.

But you smiled so wide and launched yourself into him, “of course I’ll marry you, Javi. Yes, yes, a million times yes!” you exclaimed, crashing your lips against his as he quickly slid the ring onto your finger, solidifying his hope of a happy future.

He should have known it was too good to be true. He should have fucking known. Hell, he did know – that’s why he tried to keep himself as far from you as possible, yet you sucked him in anyways.

His eyes glanced furiously from the Sicario’s he was trying to hit, back to your form a few yards away trying to accomplish the same thing. Steve and the others were several paces behind them, attempting to set up a perimeter while you, Javier, and a handful of Carrillo’s men infiltrated the warehouse you had gotten a tip on. But it was an ambush – and you and Javier were pinned in a dangerous area with backup held up outside. The only hope of an ending being the slow decline of gunfire as your side managed to gun down more of the Sicario’s men than they could yours. Javier felt like his heart and mind were in overdrive, trying to keep himself focused on the task at hand while also worrying about your well being.

It felt like hours before Javier heard what he thought were the final gunshots echo off the walls, and several calls of ‘clear’ being shouted from various positions in the building. Javier cautiously stood from his position against the wall and turned towards you, giving you a small reassuring smile. You returned the gesture easily, shoulders slumping slightly at the sight of your fiancé, unharmed a walking towards you.

As Javier pushed off the wall and began his path towards you, he called out, “Are you okay?”

You nodded looking down at yourself before meeting his worried gaze once more, “Yeah I think I’m fine. Nothing –“ before the words could leave your mouth a deafening shot rings throughout the room and your head snaps back as your body collapses to the ground.

Javier spins around, instantly raising his gun and pulling the trigger on a Sicario to his left. The man hits the ground with a thud, and the minute he does, Javier turns on his heel and runs over to your crumpled form. He kneels down instantly, heart racing in his chest as he notices the eerie stillness of your chest. He feels his own breathing pick up at the lack of yours, and he immediately pulls you into his lap, brushing your hair from your face and pressing his fingers to your neck.

He knows.

He knew the minute your hair fell from your face and blood oozed from your temple that there would be no pulse. He knew the minute you collapsed that his future had too. He feels tears burn at the back of his eyes and his throat constricts. He can hardly take in a breath with the fierce, deep ache residing within his chest and making his fingers tingle as he pulls you closer to him.

“No, no –“ he chokes on his own tears, “Dios por favor no - ¡Ayúdame!” He wails, his anguish echoing off the walls of the abandoned warehouse.

Javier doesn’t even know who he’s calling for. No one can help him. No one can fix the unfix able. No one can fix you. His sunshine, his ray of light in this godforsaken dark and cruel world that he lives in, is gone. Taken from him by the very things he tried to protect you from.

He could feel an unfamiliar warmth seeping into his shirt as he held you, only barely noticing the cooling of your skin. He focused his eyes on you once more and was rocked by how peaceful you looked compared to his unadulterated grief. Javier feels like he doesn’t even know how to breath anymore. He doesn’t know if he wants to. Without you, there was no point in living another day, not to him.

He slowly brings his hand up to your face, gently stroking your greying cheek and brushing his fingers through your hair. His fingers catch on the dark viscous liquid matting the strands together, and it brings on a whole new wave of tears, and he finally screams out, hoping someone – anyone – can do something. he doesn’t hear the group of footsteps rushing over to him through the scream ripping from his throat. But he does hear his partners gasp of horror as he finally understands what had happened.

“Oh fuck-“ Steve whispers, falling back into the wall for support, “Javier I-“

Javier tunes him out in favor of cradling you closer to him. His eyes, bleary with tears and hardly able to see you anymore, catch a small glint. He blinks away the tears just long enough to see the small ring on your finger, hands laying lifelessly in your lap.

The ring, the promise.

A promise of a future together. A promise of marriage and a house with your dog Cooper. A promise of little feet slapping against the floor as you chase your children around the house. A promise that now lies bloody and broken in his arms.

Javier doesn’t even realize when Steve clears the team from the room, giving him a little more time with what he has left of you before that is taken away too.

He grasps one of your cool hands in his own, “I – I’m sorry mi amor,” he sobs, his tears falling into your hair, “I’m so fucking sorry I couldn’t do the one thing I was supposed to do.”

He leans his head down to connect his forehead to yours, whimpering at the lack of warmth – the lack of light coming from you. and in this moment, he finally realizes that what he always thought, was true. Everything he touches, he turns to ash. Even his ray of sunshine.

Javier can’t stop the cries that are pulled from his throat as he keeps his forehead connected with yours, sitting back enough so he is able to rock you gently back in forth, pressing a final kiss to the crown of your head.

Everything is silent in the warehouse until the only words Javi can seem to form are the words you forced him to sing on your first date, and they finally slip past his lips and echo off the walls, “you are my sunshine, my only sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey…”

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malopascal · 4 years

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The moment (pt. 2 to Big dick energy)

Warning(s): NSFW, unprotected sex (be safe people)

Five weeks later

Your eyes focused on the rising sun shining brightly through Pedro’s, curtains, illuminating the room beautifully. The birds already were chirping a happy song while the world woke up, no cars racing up and down the roads, people rushing to get by while talking, laughing or arguing loudly. Everything was just peaceful.

You weren’t an early bird, waking up so early was something that happened once out of the blue moon. But drinking the early morning in was greatly appreciated, the sound of the sink running in the bathroom lingering in the background. You and Pedro had no plans for today, you were going to let him be spontaneous and see how he’d be able to entertain the both of you.

A smile slowly crept onto your face once you remembered your boyfriend not wanting to loosen his grip on your wide hips once your bladder urged you for a quick release, the second you had woken up. The way his low morning voice gently begged you to stay close to him, his scent filling your nostrils before you chuckled and wiggled out of his loving embrace.

After you had finished emptying your bladder, you instantly walked over to the sink and started brushing your teeth, then washed your face and instantly felt refreshed. Your boyfriend did the same once you had let him into the bathroom before taking his electric shaver and start trimming his beard. You took that as a sign to give him some privacy as your body longed to be back on the bed again.

“Mhm….” you sighed out loud, your eyes staring up at the ceiling while thinking how happy you had been ever since you and Pedro had gotten together. It was astonishing how that man had been able to make you feel so many delicate and intense sensations with a simple smile or kiss.

The honeymoon phase was long over as you quickly realized that you loved each other very much and wanted to stay together. You had seen the vulnerable, insecure, scared and doubtful side of Pedro, the sides he tried to hide as he didn’t want to shove his worries and problems onto your plate. But opening up to you and letting you into his heart and mind was the last piece you had needed to realize that you wanted to be with that, permanently.

You gave him nothing but love and support during those moments, let him vent to you or just held him close when he was close to tears. Not once did you push him away because it put you in the same state as he was. Feeling the same anger, pain or betrayal that sometimes triggered some tears and drained the two of you emotionally and mentally made you want to chase down whoever was responsible for your state.

But ever since the evening you had played twenty questions, your sexual flame had been enlightened. It felt so refreshing and exciting to look at your love and see the same lust and desire you felt cloud his eyes, his lips slowly parting while his eyes scanned your beautiful face and lingering on your soft and delicate lips.

The tension thickened so often in the room by a simple glance or touch of yours, it was like the whole world stopped turning and it was just you and Pedro. You were slightly anxious that he’d hear how loudly your heart would pound in your chest, the wetness pooling in between your thighs while your mind screamed at him take me, now!

Unfortunately, those intimate moments always got interrupted; whether it was your phone or Pedro’s assistant walking in and having to steal him for a few hours of the day. You were ready for the next, intimate step. Time just needed to be on your side.

“Penny for your thoughts, mi amor?” your boyfriend’s low voice interrupted your wandering mind, his eyes staring down into yours while he hovered over you. Both of his hands were resting on either side of your head while you smiled and gently brought your hands up to his handsome face.

“I’m thinking of you, my love” you softly confessed, your gaze drinking in his face before your eyes set themselves on his soft lips. A soft shiver instantly tingled down your back as you couldn’t help but wonder how they’d be able to leave you panting and screaming out in pleasure…How those lips would cover every inch of your skin in delicate kisses while his hands would cup, massage and squeeze the most sensitive parts of your bodies…

“And what exactly am I doing in your mind?” Pedro whispered the words, his head gently dipping down and his lips then brushing against yours. It felt as light as a feather touch but that didn’t stop the flames to soar from deep within you. You closed your eyes while your heart started beating faster, your lungs demanding more oxygen. “Y-You’re close to me...” is all you’re able to pant out while feeling his soft hands play with the hem of your nightshirt. Before you could wrap your mind around the moment, your shirt and underwear already had been thrown onto the floor.

Goosebumps covered your smooth and delicate skin while you spread your legs, letting Pedro drink in the sight of your beautiful, naked body. Not a twitch of shame or shyness clouded your mind, you knew that you were gorgeous and the confidence radiating off you only put your boyfriend in a stronger state of awe and amazement.

His length twitched twice in his boxers before slowly hardening, his lips still parted but his hands gently wandering over your chest and big stomach. “Dios mio, you’re a Goddess” Pedro rasped out, the love and lust overwhelming his mind body and soul.

Your hands reached out and gently pulled his boxers down, a soft gasp leaving your lips as you finally could see how much he craved for your body. Your heart swelled in your chest at the fact that you had him going crazy. Once his only piece of clothing joined yours on the floor, you gently took Pedro’s now hard length in your hand and give it a few strokes.

“Oh, [Y/N]”, was all your boyfriend was able to whisper out before groaning, slowly lowering his body so that he was lying in between your leg. One hand was placed next to your head while the other cupped your soft breast, your nipples hardening in the palm of his hand.

“I want you so bad…” you lowly groaned, grinding your hips and drenched sex against his hard and throbbing thickness. Everything felt right, this was your moment.

“And I want you too, my darling” Pedro groaned before leaning down and finally pressing his soft lips against yours. The kiss was deep and passionate, instant shivers running up and down your back as you lost yourself into the intense moment.

“Oh” you cried out in lust, the wetness in between your thighs slowly dripping down onto the sheets as you were more than ready to finally be united with your love. “Take me Pedro, take me now”.

“Of course, mi amor” your boyfriend weakly whimpered, desperate to feel you close to him. The tip of his length slowly grinding up and down your delicate and wet opening. Without a further word, he slowly pushed inside…Stretching your inner walls while his tongue sucked softly on yours, swallowing the whimper that left your lips.

This was amazing.

You never felt so full and complete, the stretch was deliciously delicate. Feeling every inch of Pedro sink deeper and deeper inside you was amazing. He wrapped his arms around your thick waist and froze once he had filled you up all the way.

“I live you so much” your lover whispered after having pulled away from your lips. Your eyes fluttered open and were greeted with his loving gaze. You could lose yourself into his beautiful eyes. “I love you too”.

A smile crept onto your face when his lips trailed from your warm cheeks slowly down to your neck, making tingles go down your spine. Your eyes fell shut again as you enjoyed every sensation. Your hands were roaming all over his backside, gently massaging his shoulders, back and then slid down to his delicate and tight butt that you loved so much.

“Ah….” you moaned when Pedro slowly started to move hips against yours, the intense pleasure coursing through your body as you held him closer to you by wrapping your legs around his waist. The sounds that left his lips only made you more aroused.

The temperature quickly rose in the room along with the volume of your voices but the two of you didn’t care about that. “Pedro!” you cried out and arched your back when feeling the tip of his length brush against your sweet spot, making you see stars behind your clenched eyelids and toes curl in pure delight.

He increased the pace of his hips, making every deep thrust hit that special spots while his lips were now sucking on one of your sensitive nipples, his tongue flicking it now.

“Pedro” you cried out in pleasure, your nails digging into the soft skin of his butt. You were pushed deeper into the mattress with every movement, beads of sweat started to form on your bodies while the pure ecstasy overwhelmed the both of you. Your hips buckled up to meet Pedro’s every move.

“I-I’m so close” you whimpered when you felt a delicious knot form in the pit of your stomach, the tension building up had you gasping with every deep thrust.

“I’m right behind you” your lover groaned loudly, his head now buried in the crook of your neck. Your hands travelled all the way back up to his shoulders, one hand running through his now damp hair as your legs began to shake.

Your head began to spin from all the pleasure while you felt Pedro’s length swell and twitch deep inside you, the two of you crying each other’s names loudly.

A few seconds later, you had reached your high; your inner walls clenching tightly around his length that twitched and throbbed deep inside you. “Yes!” you cried when you felt his warm release spurt deep inside you, intensifying the whole moment.

Pedro gave you a few more sloppy thrusts, his body shaking and weak I love you’s dripping from his lips. You hadn’t thought that he’d be a very vocal lover, but you loved every second of it.

Once the intense waves of your orgasms slowly disappeared, you let out a soft sigh while trying to catch your breath. Your boyfriend slowly rolled off you and took his place back next to you, his sweaty chest pressed to your back. “Are you okay?” he asked, giving your cheeks one final kiss before nuzzling his head back into the crook of your neck. “I’m perfect” you whispered, smiling back at the sun now shining brightly through the window.

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risottoneroo · 4 years

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Between His Fingers, Chapter Three

chapter three is here! hope yall like it!

warnings: drug mentions, teen boys being awkward, mentions of trauma and grooming, injury mention, implied nsfw

tags: @killuas-manicure @i-mean-i--guess @spaceeballs @casketjuice

chapter two

Kakyoin stared after you. He’d been joking about Jojo, but he was starting to realize that he himself really liked you.

You ran after Jotaro. “Hey, dickhead, wait for me.”

He shot you a dangerous look. You rolled your eyes. “Yeah, yeah, you’re so big and scary and tall.”

He sighed. “Shut up, woman. Don’t overstay your welcome.”

You rolled your eyes. “Tall, menacing, and misogynistic. What a fucking catch you are, Kujo.”

You walked next to him in silence for a bit. He glanced at you. “How are your wounds?”

You shot him a glare. “Fine. My jaw is still bruised.”

He nodded. Kakyoin caught up with you two and walked on your other side. “Is he being rude, Y/N?”

You smiled at him. “No, Nori. It’s okay.”

Kakyoin’s heart jumped at the little nickname. He gave you a dumb grin. “Uh. Good.”

He cleared his throat and looked away. You smiled. You could clearly see Noriaki’s little crush, and you thought it was adorable. He wasn’t bad looking either. You could see your hands tangled in his hair, pulling him into a kiss, making him blush…

Jotaro cleared his throat. “If you two are done making eyes at one another…”

You snapped back and glared at him. He gestured to a door. “We’re here.”

He opened it. You stepped through, Kakyoin following. Jotaro’s stomach clenched. Watching you smile and call Kakyoin “Nori” was getting to him for some reason. He pushed it away.

Joseph was waiting for you in the room. He looked stern, and was easily as tall as Jotaro. “I’m Joseph Joestar. I heard you attacked my grandson.”

You looked down. “I was- well…”

He laughed. “Nothing against you. Kakyoin did the same when he met us.”

You looked up. “Really?”

Joseph and Kakyoin nodded. You smiled. “That’s a relief.”

Kakyoin said, “And I was brainwashed too. It’s not your fault.”

Joseph put a hand on your shoulder. “But we do need to know any information you have about Dio.”

You bit your lip. “He really never told me much. I was kind of a pet to him, really. If I did know anything, I’d tell you, I swear.”

Joseph sighed. “I believe you.”

You smiled, relieved. “Can I ask you a favor?”

Joseph nodded. You glanced at Jotaro, then Kakyoin, then back. “Can I travel with you all? I’d like to take back my life.”

Joseph looked at you warmly. “Of course. You can stay in the room with Kakyoin and Jotaro for tonight, if that suits you.”

You looked at the boys, smiling. “Yeah, that works, if they’re okay with it.”

Jotaro looked away, shrugging. Kakyoin nodded, a little too eagerly, and caught himself when Jotaro shot him a look. He coughed. “Yeah. That would be- that would be cool.”

A large, dark-skinned man walked into the room. “Mr. Joestar, I don’t believe there are any more Stand users in the area. I have surveyed the hotel and the grounds, and nobody gave off any unusual energy. Whoever this girl is, Dio clearly thought she’d be more of a challenge.”

You bristled. “I would have beat Mr. Tall Dark and Grumpy if he hadn’t played dirty.”

Jotaro exhaled. “Tch.”

The dark skinned man held out his hand. “My name is Muhammad Avdol. I have heard of your prowess, of course. I do not want to demean you or your Stand.”

You took his hand. “Y/N L/N. Are you from Egypt? I recognize your accent.”

He nodded. “Do you know the country?”

You smiled. “I grew up on the streets of Cairo.”

His eyes widened. “Did Dio kidnap you?”

You looked down. “Yes. He couldn’t manage to kill me, so he made me his… He called me a holy woman, when he was drunk.”

Avdol looked confused. “Why could he not kill you?”

You felt the burns on your back tingle. “My stand has certain powers, including emitting strong UV light, that make it hard to battle. Especially for a vampire.”

Avdol’s eyes widened. Kakyoin gasped. “That’s a very powerful ability.”

He reached for your shoulder, and you flinched. Kakyoin tilted his head. “The burns on your back…they look like angel wings. Your Stand…”

You nodded. “When it materialized last year, it burned its way out of my body. I’m marked forever. Even now, she can only materialize out of these burns without causing more damage. If she touches me anywhere else, I will be burned. She is as vengeful as her name suggests.”

Jotaro looked at you. “I played dirty because I wouldn’t have been able to win otherwise. I’m not Polnareff.”

Kakyoin snickered. “Yeah. you have no honor.”

Jotaro shot him a glare.

Joseph also seemed interested, leaning in and asking, “UV light? Like sunlight?”

You nodded. “Bright UV light and radiation. Exactly like a star. It damages Dio significantly on contact with the light itself. With living people, my Stand has to touch them.”

Joseph nodded. “You did quite a number on Jotaro’s neck and arms.”

Jotaro’s hand went to his neck, where his own burns were still prominent. Joseph said, “That’s quite the powerful Stand you have. May I see it?”

You closed your eyes. “Angel of Judgement!”

Your Stand materialized next to you and spread its wings. Light radiated off it and illuminated the room. You tried as hard as you could to suppress its light so it wouldn’t burn down the hotel. The others covered their eyes. Kakyoin was first to look up. “It’s gorgeous, Y/N.”

You smiled at him. Avdol looked up at it. “It’s very humanoid for a Stand, wings and eyes notwithstanding. It reminds me of Star Platinum.”

Kakyoin walked around behind you, looking at your Stand from every angle. You backed up so you still faced him. He cocked his head at you again. Jotaro spoke up, “It’s bright. Can you turn that thing down?”

You growled. “You asking for more burns, Kujo?”

He snorted. “Tch. Women.”

Joseph appeared to be just as dazzled. You dematerialized your Stand, leaving everyone feeling a little colder.

You fell with a gasp, the energy taken out of you. Jotaro caught you by the shoulders, setting you upright. “What happened, Y/N?”

You looked at him curiously. “You used my real name.”

He looked away. “Tch. Answer the question.”

You rolled your eyes and said, “It takes a great deal of effort when my Stand is out to keep from burning down the building it’s in.”

Kakyoin nodded. “I noticed that. It was setting the club on fire as you two fought.”

Jotaro grunted in agreement. Avdol said solemnly, “A great blessing, as well as a great curse. Your Stand, as powerful as it may be, is still a threat to all you love.”

You noticed Jotaro was still holding your arms, and you pulled away from his grasp. “Lucky I don’t love anything, then.”

You met the stares of the men in the room evenly. The first to break was Joseph. “Y/N, I’m sure you’re exhausted. Go to the room and rest.”

Kakyoin decided to walk you to the room while Jotaro stayed to talk to his grandfather. He kept looking at you curiously. You met his gaze. “Out with it. What do you wanna ask?”

He looked down. “You moved away from me suddenly back there. Is there a reason? Does it have to do with your time in Dio’s keep?”

You stopped at the door to the hotel room. He opened it and looked at you. “You can tell me.”

You stepped past him, inside the room. He was being so kind. You bit your lip. You turned to face him. Kakyoin looked at you with genuine concern in his eyes. You avoided his gaze and said evenly, “I used to be a female street urchin. It’s an instinct. Dio never mistreated me. He never even really laid a hand on me.”

Kakyoin closed the door behind you two. “I’m sorry.”

You looked away, mumbling, “‘S not your fault.”

Kakyoin cupped your cheek. His hand was warm and dry and immensely comforting. “I don’t mean to apologize. I’m trying to tell you I sympathize.”

You blinked slowly, trying to hold back tears. “It’s okay, I swear.”

Kakyoin stroked your cheek gently. “If you insist. May I hug you?”

You nodded and hugged him tightly around the waist. He laughed and hugged you back. He was big and warm. You took a deep breath against his chest, noticing his scent. Like sandalwood and cherry blossoms. He stroked your hair gently. “I know we just met, but…”

You pulled back to look at him. He was blushing. You tilted your head innocently. “But what, Nori?”

He pushed his bangs back from his face. “Would you like…to maybe…go for a dance sometime? Or maybe coffee?”

You flushed too. “Yeah…Yeah I would like that.”

Kakyoin was already looking at the floor. “It’s okay if you don’t- OH you said yes.”

You smiled at him. “Of course I did.”

He blushed even more, smiling nervously. “And- And would you want to sleep with me tonight?”

You pulled back, raising an eyebrow. Kakyoin stuttered and waved his hands, trying to save himself. “N-Not l-like that! I-I meant l-like in my bed. W-with me. I d-didn’t want to force you into anything.”

You laughed. “You’re cute. Yes.”

He calmed down considerably, sighing. “Good.”

You got up on your tiptoes and whispered in his ear, “‘That’ comes after the date.”

Kakyoin’s eyes widened. “Oh…okay. I mean- that would be- um.”

You chuckled softly in his ear, and he felt himself just about melt. Kakyoin put his hand on the wall. “I- Y/N…”

You pulled back a few steps, leaving the boy a panting mess. “Too much?”

Kakyoin looked at you. You looked genuinely concerned for his well being. He shook his head. “I’d rather just…wait.”

You smiled. “I’m a virgin too, Nori. Teasing is just my specialty.”

He nodded, trying to catch his breath. He wondered briefly if you used to tease Dio like that, but dismissed it. If you had, it wasn’t his business. You cocked your head at him, watching him straighten up and adjust his uniform. He was so much fun to tease, you knew you’d be teasing him like crazy all night.

Jotaro walked in then, not acknowledging either of you. He dropped on the bed, pulled his hat over his eyes, and went to sleep. You walked back up to Kakyoin and whispered, “Does he shower?”

Kakyoin shook his head, then thought, then nodded. “He showered last night.”

You shot him a look. He didn’t look up.

Jotaro wasn’t asleep. He was grumbling to himself in his head, thinking about the conversation he’d had with his grandfather.

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snaileer · 4 years

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Chips & Salsa Chp 6

Okay, Lance had definitely not thought through the whole ‘angrily stomp out of the room and leave Keith stunned behind him’ thing. Mostly because now Keith was in his room and Lance had nowhere else to be at five in the morning. It was still a good 2 hours until anyone was supposed to be awake.

What that really meant was everybody still had 2 hours of productive free time until they’d agreed Allura was allowed to beckon for them. God, he wished he hadn’t argued for the extra hours of ‘beauty sleep’ now. Even if sleep was all he wanted to do.

Still, maybe the time would give him an opportunity to shake off the lingering heaviness of his nightmare.

Lance fiddled with the bracelet on his arm. Pidge really was their very own genius extraordinaire. It was measured perfectly to his wrist. Which was saying something, because he had itsy-bitsy crazy thin wrists. From his Mom’s side.

His siblings had teased him relentlessly for having ‘dainty’ wrists. Ha! Lance smiled to himself at the thought. If only his family could see him now; he would absolutely destroy them in arm-wrestling.

He might even be able to beat Marco, but his brother had-

The ringing surged, “Ah!” Lance stumbled to the side with his head in his hands. His elbow hit the wall and he yanked back immediately, “OooooH! Mmmm- ! Mother trucker!”

His arm tingled with pins-and-needles as he lost balance and fell to the floor.

“Lance!?”

Shiro?

Shiro.

He ran down the hall towards Lance, “Lance! What’s wrong?”

“I hit-” Lance hissed in pain again, “I hit my funny bone.” He cradled his left arm against his chest.

Shiro froze in surprise, until he started to shake. Within seconds Shiro stopped trying to contain his snickering and was laughing outright.

“Shiro!” Lance said scandalized, “Stop laughing at me! The funny-bone hurts!”

Shiro was laughing so hard he was wheezing, “I’m sorry,” he could barely get a word out, “It’s just so funny!”

Lance dropped his head against the ground with a thump. “It’s still tingling!” He whined into his chest, sounding for all the world like a petulant child. Which only made Shiro laugh harder.

-x-

Now, Coran had seen some things in his days. He’d seen stars and galaxies and war and peace, applez and orranges, kings and queens. The rise of civilizations. The fall of planets. The lives in between them.

Still, it was quite a sight to come upon the blue and black paladins in the hallway of his castle. One rolling on the ground in pain and the other laughing uncontrollably at his friend.

“Paladins?”

“Coran!” Shiro managed to talk as he tried to catch his breath.

“What is the meaning of this, Number one?”

“Lance, hit his-” he wheezed again, “funny bone,” A giant smile still plastered across his face.

Lance shouted out next to him, “There’s nothing funny about the funny bone Shiro!”

“There is for me!”

“Would you like some help, Number Three?” Coran asked as he walked in front of Lance on the floor.

“Dios mio, yes! Please!” Lance took Coran’s hand to pull himself back up, still rubbing his elbow as he glared at Shiro.

Coran shook his head, “I don't think I will ever understand you humans, you’re a very… unique breed.”

“Don't even try with this one. The funny bone is the most useless, pointless thing the human body ever came up with,” Lance stated the fact like it was his greatest enemy.

“I’ll have to disagree with you there, Lance, because that was exactly what I needed this morning,” Shiro smiled smugly.

“You shouldn't even be awake this early!”

“Oh, but I am. And I will never forget this. Oo-!” Shiro hummed with a discovery, “But thank you for reminding me! I was hoping to catch up with you to go over the Blue Lion.”

Lance’s playful smile dropped.

“You have Olympic talents for dampening a mood, you know that right?”

“I have been told that once or twice.” Shiro smirked, “And yet we’ve still got to do it.” He latched his hand onto the back of Lance’s jacket.

Lance’s mind worked overtime to try and figure a way out. He couldn’t confront Blue, not after everything that happened. Everything that he’d done.

“A unique breed indeed,” Coran murmured as he watched Shiro continue to half-drag Lance towards the hangers.

“See you at breakfast, Coran!” Shiro waved at him before turning a corner.

“Hey! There’s an option: breakfast! Y’know… eat, talk... not mess with the Blue Lion.” Lance tried to smile.

Shiro infused his voice with false cheer, “Sure, sounds like a great idea! If you’re willing to actually talk now,” Lance cringed, “Didn’t think so.”

Shiro stopped them in front of the hangar doors, his shoulders sagging a bit, “Listen, Lance, I get the whole not wanting to share with us thing. I don't like talking about my experiences either.” He sighed, “I know it would probably help to talk about it, we both know that, but we also know how hard that is.” Shiro made pointed eye contact with Lance, “So if we’re not going to work on the emotional, then we’ve got to work on the logical. And that means the Blue Lion.”

“Or…” Lance mock shrugged with his hands, “how ‘bout we don't and say we did?”

Shiro raised a judgemental eyebrow.

“Fine, fine,” Lance raised his arms in surrender, “Didn’t think that one would work anyways,” he grumbled, “All I wanted was some sleep.”

Stepping up to the hanger doors felt more ominous than usual. But when they opened, Blue was just as amazing as he remembered.

And her barrier just as strong.

Shiro followed him into the room as he slowly made it to the particle shield.

“Hey, Baby Blue,” he paused to look up at her eyes, “Miss me?”

Lance rested a hand on the barrier, trying to feel her in his mind. She used to be a constant presence. Always there to reassure him, to push him further, to help him be better.

Now?

Now, as he searched for her connection, Lance could feel the walls between them.

Now, as he desperately hoped for even a sliver of her peace, there was nothing.

Now, as his fears were silently confirmed, Lance knew he’d been cut-off from her.

“Sorry, Shiro, it’s just not happening,” He pulled his hand back from the shield quicker than necessary. He hurried to get out of the hanger and alone.

“It’s okay, Lance, I was planning on a bonding session today anyways,” Shiro smiled gently and followed after him.

Lance spun to face him, “Why?! Because you knew this wouldn’t work?!”

Shiro was started back a bit, “No, I just-”

“Don’t worry! I knew it wouldn’t work, too! Of course it wouldn’t work! Why in the wide wide world of Webkinz would Blue ever want me back?! She wouldn’t! I don't even know why any of you want me back! You have Allura now! She’s literally a magical alien princess! How can I compare to that?!”

“We want you back because you're our friend, Lance. You’re the only one comparing yourself to Allura,” Shiro tried to comfort him, tried to fill in those insecurities and worries. He’d seen them in Lance before, known they were there, but they’d grown since he’d been... taken. “We told you: Blue barely let Allura fly her, you are the Blue paladin. Not anybody else.”

“Well somebody forgot to tell her that! Did you know I can feel the walls between us? I can literally feel everything that’s stopping me from connecting to her. To my lion. Can you even imagine that? I wish I could help you, but maybe I’m not even meant to be a paladin anymore.”

“No, that’s not true, Lance. I know it’s not. Please, just come to the training today. We’ll try this again, and-”

“Don't you get it, Shiro?! It’s not going to work! We can keep trying, but it’ll never work because she shut me out! She cut me off!” Lance’s voice saddened, “Completely.”

“We can’t be sure of-”

“Fine! I’ll be there. But I’m not promising anything,” Lance turned his back to Shiro, “So don't get your hopes up.” He left the hangar quickly, pushing himself farther and farther away from the Blue Lion. Further into the abandoned darkness.

Lance curled his arms around himself in the empty hallways, but kept walking. A weight settled in his chest. Accumulating from the nightmare, the fight and, Blue. He was so tired.

The density of the heartache slowed him to a stop in front of the observatory, doors opening automatically.

Oh, how he missed the stars.

He’d been in space for probably more than a year now and he’d spent three months without seeing the stars. Without a window once the entire time.

The tablet-pad in the wall told him he still had an hour ‘till he was needed for anything. The massive window ledges called to him. They were hard, but wide enough and long enough for him to lay on them.

Lance stared out at the space beyond the glass. The infinite universe of stars and planets and cultures.

And silence. Without muddling noise or cheering crowds or hushed whispers or dying fear.

Just calm, clear silence.

A roar thundered through his mind, and he shot upwards, his eyes snapping open. When had he dozed off?

Fading growls echoed in his ears. Quickly being replaced by the ringing.

He just wanted a moment. Just to relax. To relax without shrill screams lingering in the background. He just wanted to escape it. Escape what it pushed him towards. Escape what it made him do.

Not now. Not now. Not now.

Not yet.

Lance worked to calm himself down. It’d been worse than this before and it’d be worse again. He just had to move around it.

Lance climbed off the window ledge and made his way to the wall tablet. He had to get to breakfast with the team.

God, Keith would be there.

God, Shiro would be there. He has the actual worst planning ever. Two fights in as many hours with people he literally can’t avoid.

“Ugh, breakfast is gonna be so awkward,” Lance groaned and then forced himself towards the dining room.

He was correct. Breakfast was insanely awkward. Both Keith and Shiro were there and he pointedly avoided making eye contact with them.

By staring at his goo.

Shiro cleared his throat, “So, today’s gonna be a training day. Just to get back in the rhythm.”

Ah, green goo.

“Of working together.”

Very….

“As a team.”

Green.

“Including a bonding session.”

Much goo. Very wow.

“Lance, unless you’ve discovered the secrets to Voltron in your goo, please listen to me.”

Lance lifted his eyes in a deadpan look, “I am listening and the goo says 42. I said I’d do it so let’s do it.” His chair scraped against the floor when he stood up. He wished it’d been louder.

“I really don't think mind-melding is something I want to do right after eating.” Hunk protested as he collected bowls to drop off in the kitchen.

“We’re not going swimming Hunk, you’ll be fine,” Pidge patted his shoulder in reassurance.

Once everyone had left the kitchen, they headed straight for the training room. Lance ahead of them, leaving tension in his wake. He just wanted this whole mess of a day to be over already.

Coran handed them the headbands in silence and they all sat together again. The same pattern as their first day as Voltron. But everything else was different, so very different.

“This is going to be a bit of a change from last time, since we’re trying to focus on just Lance. I’ve adjusted the headbands to compensate.”

“Let’s just get this over with.” Lance put his headband on, watching the others do the same.

“Relax and breath.”

Lance gritted his teeth against the ringing, he could handle it for now. For this.

“Let your minds connect. The flow between each of you is crucial to your bond as Voltron.”

Hunk reached out first, feeling the link snap into place. Except one. Something blocked him from Lance’s mind.

He tapped it, pressing curiously and shifting around the edges. Searching for the roots and the boundaries of it.

Pidge was second, she hit the wall harder than Hunk had, then followed his lead. Working to discover the problem. To learn.

“Lance, why aren’t you letting us in? You have to let us in for this to work at all.” Pidge snapped at him.

“Yes, I know that. But I can’t feel you guys,” Lance grumbled back.

“Then what’s wrong? Why can't we get in?” Keith argued as he banged against the mental block, trying to force it away.

“I don't know. I can’t feel any of you.”

“Just keep trying, I know we can do this,” Shiro pushed against the barrier between them, the team following suit.

“I can feel you guys now. Just a little.” Lance’s words sounded tight.

“It’s working, just a bit farther,” Hunk urged. They pressed harder.

“I- I don't know guys,” Lance paused for a second, his team didn't, “I think I have a headache-” Lance gasped.

A pulse shot through the wall, slamming into the paladins, forcing them out of the bond,

“GET. OUT. OF. MY. MIND!!”

It smashed against them, knocking them back forcefully.

Hunk wheezed from his place on the floor,

“owww.”

Everyone else groaned in agreement.

“Gaaah!” Lance shouted from his seat, pressing his palms to his temples in pain, “This doesn't make any- what was- but it didn't-”

“Hey, Lance, Lance, come on. What’s happening?” Shiro moved forward quickly on one knee, grabbing hold of his shoulders and trying to get him to look up. “Lance, what was that?”

“I don't know. I don't know what happened. But the moment you guys got pushed back, I remembered something.” Lance shook his head roughly.

“What?” Shiro let go of him and rocked back in surprise.

“You never said you had memory blanks.” Pidge pointed out at him from propped up on her elbows.

“I didn't- I don’t.” Lance tried to guarantee that as fact for himself, “But for a moment, when something lashed out at you, a memory came through. But it can't be mine. It can’t be.”

“Why not?”

“Because I haven’t forgotten anything! I hate it; but I remember everything!” Lance jerked out his hands, “I counted. I measured. I numbered every. single. day. At most I was off by a week, maybe two. But this isn't- It doesn't fit.”

“Wait, Lance, how long did you count?” This time it was Pidge that approached him. Getting as close as she could with her hologram wrist gauntlet.

“Ninety-one,” Lance yelled, “I was there for ninety-one days and I remember every goddamn one of them!”

“Wait but 91 days is only-” Hunk started in the background, but Pidge quickly interrupted.

“Ninety-one days only adds up to about three months.”

“And?”

“And you were missing for six months. Not three.” Pidge flipped around her hologram to show the numbers ticking past days on the calendar, finally stopping at 182.

Six Months.

Next Chapter: https://snaileer.tumblr.com/post/622144446399758336/chips-salsa-chp-7

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sohin-ace · 4 years

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Abdul - Real

This is cross-posted from Wattpad and available on AO3.

Enjoy~

Warning: This contains major spoilers for Part 3: Judgement chapters/episodes.

After landing on a seemingly deserted Island with everyone else and meeting with a very mysterious old man, Polnareff went out suddenly and disappeared by the end of the day.

You walked towards the beach where you all disembarked as the sun was setting, looking desperately for your lost French friend.

"Poooolll'! Polnareff?? J-P!!!" You called out, only to be greeted by silence and by the white sound of the waves gently hitting the shore. "Where the hell is he...?"

You kept walking and walking along the seemingly endless coast, searching worriedly until the sky slowly blackened.

You started to become scared that something might have happened to him, knowing how he was easily targetted by enemies and also pretty reckless. But before you could even keep these thoughts in mind, a deep raspy voice called out, startling you out of your mind.

"Ah Y/N, here you are! Finally." Joseph approached you as you were sitting tiredly on some rock. "Come back, you must be hungry."

He placed a reassuring hand on your back to usher you to your feet, but you looked up at him worriedly. "But... Polnareff-"

"Don't worry about him, he's a big boy." He dismissed with a big grin. "Now come, there's someone I need to show you."

You furrowed your eyebrows at him, but still got up and followed him. Someone? Was he talking about Mr. Abdul? But he made it clear he didn't want to have anything to do with any of you. So why?

With a lot of confusion from your end, Joseph lead you straight to where the old man lived. All of this really put you off, and you knew that Polnareff, wherever he was, felt the same as you.

You really wanted to find him and talk it out. You were friends after all, and you both were the most affected by the dreadful incident with Hol Horse and J.Geil.

Everything was so disorienting. Polnareff blamed himself for Abdul's death, and everyone knew how close you had gotten to the Egyptian, what you two felt for each other and how his death devastated you.

"You know Mr. Joestar... When we saw Muhammad's father earlier..." You started hesitantly as you looked down and the old man cut you off.

"Stop thinking Y/N, you're only hurting yourself. Here, wait for me and don't move, I'll be right back."

He left you at the clearance where you met with the old man living on the island. You looked around the silent space and the seemingly empty cabin.

Strange. Why did he leave you all alone? You at least expected to see Kakyoin and Jotaro, but no one was there.

Trusting Joseph, you did as you were told and waited. You waited the longest five minutes in your life and still no one showed up. What was he doing?

Tired of waiting, you decided to walk around and picked up some flowers from nearby bushes. You smiled to yourself as you observed their exotic designs and colors. They were beautiful and so much more different than what you used to see in your home country.

Completely enamored by the flowers, you didn't even notice the bulky presence that stealthily sneaked behind you.

"...You're still sensitive to the beauties of nature, I see."

You jumped and flinched at the sudden sound of a strong and deep voice so close to your ear. That voice... No way.

In sheer disbelief, you slowly turned around, eyes wide as saucers, you basically expected to see a ghost behind you.

You pivoted entirely, only for your eyes to meet with a strong chest. Red. Such a pleasing and passionate color, but you weren't sure if this was real or if your mind was playing sick tricks on you.

Your eyes travelled up to meet unique gold jewels, then up again to see beautiful deep chocolate skin. The higher you looked, the harder your heart was pounding in your chest.

Your now watery eyes stopped on the most mesmerizing shade of honey orbs you've ever seen.

You bit your lip and your breath hitched as the handsome man smiled down at you and your heart skipped so many beats you thought you were about to have a sheer heart attack.

"Muhammad..." You breathed before letting out a choked sob and his eyes softened on you.

"Yes I am."

You gasped, bringing your shaky hand to cover your equally shaky lips at the sweet sound of his voice. Maybe one of the flowers you picked released some sort of hallucinogenic spores that made you see and hear things.

"I must be crazy," you laughed through small distressed sobs as your voice cracked. "To see you here so clearly..."

"You don't think I'm real?" He spoke almost sultrily while eyeing your small form under the moonlight. You were even more beautiful than the last time he saw you.

He huffed quietly at your silence and noticed how hard you tried to not burst into tears. He leaned down to your level and held you chin delicately in his huge hand as he lifted your face up.

He closed the already short distance between you and met your lips in a chaste but longing kiss as he ran his other hand up and down your arm tenderly, his warm touch giving you goosebumps.

You couldn't control the whimper that left your mouth as you threw the flowers away and clutched onto him like a lifeline, wrapping your now free arm around his neck and sealing your lips more firmly against his still shy, undaring ones.

Oh how you longed for those delicious full lips of his. How amazing his strong arms felt, snaked protectively around your waist and back in a cottony soft hold, the same way you would hold a fragile crystal sculpture.

His radiating warmth was so comforting in the early night breeze, it made you feel safe and loved. It felt as if the threat of enemy Stand users and Dio's curse didn't exist anymore.

You squeezed him tighter against you and caressed his face and neck desperately as you drowned yourself in his delicious scent. He smelled of Arabian musk and some kind of sweet spice, you could never quite put your finger on it, but it sure sent you reeling and made you reach heaven.

As you reluctantly separated to catch the glimpse of a breath, something in him seemed to snap and he caught your lips right back in a much hungrier kiss, his usual modest behavior completely thrown to the side.

He grunted and gripped onto you as if the realization of much it must have hurt you to think that he was gone forever hit him and that he wanted to apologize,( make it up to you) and show you that he was here and not planning on going anywhere.

Oh if he knew how good your curves felt against him, he would have never left you in the first place. His gentlemanly demeanor now long forgotten, he ran his calloused hands up and down your body and he relished in the softness you offered him. You were his. Entirely. God, he could never voice how much he missed you.

When you let out a muffled moan and tapped gently on his shoulder, letting him know it was finally time to let you go and take a well deserved breath.

He reluctantly separated from you and looked at your flushed face, your eyes still closed from the overwhelming intensity of the kiss.

"Did that feel real enough?" He smirked and panted slightly while pushing some hairs out of your face.

"Haah I-... I aah... I thought... Haa..." You tried to voice out, breatheless and with heavy tears streaming down your cheeks.

He shushed you and wiped your wet cheeks with his thumb. "I know. I'm sorry you had to live this..."

"Oh my God...Please don't let this be a dream..." You prayed as you nuzzled your face against his neck and he chuckled lightly. "H-how...?! Pol' said you got shot and-"

"I'll explain." He laid a hand over your head and caressed your hair gently. "But for now, please let me just... Look at you."

You leaned back to face him again and he rested his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, taking in your sweet scent before he leaned away only inches to take a good look at you.

He scanned your glossy eyes, your flushed cheeks and nose and your now puffy and darkened lips. A true piece of artwork in his eyes.

"God..." He sighed, "Ya hobi... Ya omri..." He spoke quietly and his deep breathy voice whispering sweet nothings in arabic sent tingles vibrating through your spine and made your legs feel like jello.

You blushed a warm shade of red as you craved to hear more from this beautiful man and his beautiful language.

"Mohammad... When you were gone..." You glided your hands to his face and held him carefully, making sure the warmth of his skin was no illusion. "I was so lost... When Kakyoin told me y-you were... I-"

You squeezed your eyes shut to prevent more tears from falling, which deliberately failed and you sobbed again, reliving the mourning you had to experience as bright as day. He rubbed your waist reassuringly and laid his other hand to the back of your head, gently burying your face in his chest, regret tearing at his heart.

"I'm sorry, Y/N, I hurt you. I wanted you to know the truth, but we had to keep it down so Dio wouldn't target me... Or you."

You relaxed in his arms and hoped he wouldn't even loosen his hold on you. It felt so good to be with him again. He was alive. And well. You were so grateful, you wanted nothing but to protect him and stay by his side.

"Mr. Joestar told me everything. You kept your head up and fought restlessly, standing up to the enemy." He smiled and let out a soft chuckle, pride dripping from his voice. "My girl is so strong."

You smiled at his endearing tone. "I just... I figured you wouldn't have liked me bringing the others down, so I kept fighting... For you... So that your death was meaningful."

His heart ached at your words and he couldn't help but squeeze you tighter against him. How in hell did he find himself such an amazing, brave woman?

He leaned down and landed a soft peck on the top of your head, lingering there before whispering.

"Habibti... I'll never let you go again."

You both heard a soft sniffle accompagnied by an overly exaggerated shushing sound before it was followed by a characteristic 'yare yare daze', but as you turned to the direction of the noises, you saw the bushes and leaves rustle hastily.

You two laughed at your friends goofiness. "Let's go see them. Shall we?" He let go and took your hand, warming it up with his much bigger one.

"Did I hear one of them crying? Or is it just me?"

"Kakyoin."

"Oh."

After that, you couldn't seem to be able to take your hands off of him. Always wrapping your arms around his torso or hugging his arm. So much that either Kakyoin or Jotaro had to snatch you away from the man to let him have some privacy.

Bonus:

When Polnareff came back to you all to 'break the news' of Abdul's return, he seemed to have fallen from grace when no one even batted an eye.

Of course everyone except him were aware, and the poor man was left looking like a depressed idiot.

"Don't cry, Polnareff, sorry, it wasn't meant to be a bad joke..." Kakyoin tried to calm his weeping friend down, feeling bad.

"But...but..." He turned to glare at you. "Were- WERE YOU PRETENDING TO CRY AND BE DEPRESSED FOR TWO WHOLE WEEKS Y/N??!!"

You gasped at the assumption. "I-... I DIDN'T PRETEND!!! I was legitimately mourning! I only learned the truth hours ago!!! I was shocked too!" You defended and Polnareff noticed the men not quite looking at your direction.

"Yeah... About that... Sorry again Y/N..." Kakyoin looked down and subconsciously laid a hand on his swollen left cheek.

"We'll know better than to lie to Y/N next time." Joseph sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. "Oh well, we deserved it..."

"Huh...? Why? What the hell happened?" Polnareff asked with confusion and your daggers of eyes dissuaded him from asking you.

"Let's say..." Abdul started a bit amused, "The whole 'Let's pretend I'm dead' thing didn't go through Y/N very well and uh..." He discretely made a fist gesture towards his face and Polnareff's eyes widened in shock.

"D-did... YOU PUNCHED JOTARO TOO?!"

"Yare yare daze..." Said male tipped down his hat and walked off, mumbling "That's not a woman, that's a monster."

"I HEARD YOU JOJO!"

I'm in such an Abdul mood omg this man is so underrated it's unfair. He's smart, powerful, hot (litterally and figuratively) and his laugh is babey 🤤.

*markiplier voice* HE'S SO CHARMING! OH SO HANDSOME!!

Also: - Habibti: My darling - Hobi: My love - Ya omri: my life, but you usually say it when you see something incredibly cute lol it's my favourite thing to say or hear.

Hope you liked this one!

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo #jjba #stardust crusaders #abdul #muhammad avdol #avdol #writing #x reader #reader insert #spoilers #jojo part 3 #part 3 #part 3 spoilers #jojo no kimyou na bouken #avdol x reader #muhammad avdol x reader #abdul x reader #muhammad abdul x reader

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the-writing-dump-bin · 5 years

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Hey, I just need to say your Dio writing is amazing. I have only just gotten into Jojo and I live your blog. Is it possible you could do a Dio x female reader where she has always been by his side but he has not told her he is a vampire? Thank you for reading and have a wonderful day.

Hello! I thank you for request and patience. I tried for a few days to get something and this is really all I could get, sorry it’s short. This is kinda more of a blurb. I hope it was okay!

Dio x FemReader SFW

Dio Brando was already a mystery.

He suddenly appeared one night you were closing up the restaurant you worked at and charmed you instantly. A few days later, he showed up again when you were closing. At first, you thought it to be creepy that this random stranger was there when you locked up alone, but that soon turned into something you were expecting. He was never there when you opened or had afternoon shifts, making you feel disappointed by not seeing those luring orange eyes of his.

Within a couple weeks, Dio had asked if you would like to go out for a stroll, just the two of you alone. Your heart picked up pace when he asked you this and you agreed right away. What were you doing? You barely knew this guy yet you had been pulled in by every little thing he said or did. The dates the smooth talking Brit gave you were really nice and at most times inciting. Soon enough, you had found yourself inviting him to stay at your place. But the time morning came, he was nowhere to be seen. You had fallen asleep in his arms only to wake up lonely and cold.

The more time you spent with him, the more you realized that you were falling for him. But there was that nagging feeling that he was keeping something from you; you just didn't know what. "D-Dio?" You asked nervously one night when he was over. You had invited him to dinner only to have him say he already ate but he was up for a couple glasses of wine.

Taking an elegant sip, he peered at you from the glass. "What is it, my dear?"

"Erm... Well, I have known you for quite a bit of time now- er, well, at least I think I know you." Your breath shook and you wrung your hands, avoiding eye contact with him. "I just... I feel like there is something that I don't know." Dio's eyes lingered on you longer while you continued. "I just have this nagging feeling that hasn't stopped since I first met you. Don't get me wrong, I like you...a lot... But there is just this...thing...about you."

Dio set down the glass, licking the remains of the wine from his lips. He looked like he had been caught, trying to come up with a suitable answer to give you. He had grown attached to you as well; more than any other woman he had come across. Sliding his chair over, he cupped your cheek in his hand, smiling with half lidded eyes. "I like you, too, my pet." He brought your face closer to his. "Do you like being by my side?"

You nodded, feeling a little afraid now.

"Would you stay by my side if...I say I wasn't who you thought I would be?"

What was going on? Your mind was racing; flipping back and forth from fear and excitement. "Wh-What are you talking about?"

"Answer the question."

How could you answer? How should you answer? Dio emitted this massive energy that you hadn't really felt before. Like he was dangerous and he was going to do something to you. But your mind was too jumbled and you found yourself saying "Yes."

A deep chuckle in his throat made you ears tingle. "I have been keeping something from you, but only because of my adoration for you. I didn't want you to be afraid of me."

He was playing that game anyways; you were absolutely terrified right now. But he also tugged on your heart with his confessed feelings for you. "What are you going to tell me...?"

"Hmpf." He leaned back in his chair and crossed his arms, smiling. "Why tell you..." A couple of his teeth shifted to a point; a very sharp point. "When I can show you."

You freeze. Your heart beat so hard that it felt like it was in your throat. This... This wasn't real... This was a trick of the mind from the wine you had...right? You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. "D-D-Dio...?"

"I can tell what you are feeling. To be honest, when I first came across you, I was looking to feed. You were charmed by me, I was ready to take you back and drink from you, but it turned out that I had been charmed by you as well." He grabbed your chin again and you flinched- a perfect response for what you just witnessed. "Don't worry. I will not feed from you. You are just too precious to me to be wasted to nothing."

Your cheeks heated. This was some kind of dream. Vampires weren't real; they were just stories. But then the wheels in your head started moving. Since being together, you had never seen him eat any food. He only drank wine when you offered him something. He came around at night and was never returning your calls or wanted to hang out during the day. Oh my god...

Standing up, you went to the sink and gripped it, feeling like you were going to be sick with this realization. Dio was suddenly behind you, putting his hand on the small of your back. "I understand if you don't want to associate yourself with me anymore. And I will promise that nothing will ever happen to you."

He may be a vampire, but he was willing to keep you protected even if you two weren't anything. He liked you that much? Taking a deep breath, you moved from his touch slightly. "Dio... I... I am going to need a few days..."

Dio nodded, backing away from you. "Of course." There was a hint of sadness in his voice, but this is why he didn't want to tell you right away. He didn't want to lose you. You gave him feelings that he hadn't felt in a very long time. Before he left, he placed a piece of paper on the counter next to you. "When you're ready." Is all he said before he was completely gone.

Looking to the paper, was the address to where he resided. He had never brought you there before, it was always at your place. Tears escaped your eyes, hitting the sink with a tiny clunk. You grabbed the paper and put it on your fridge with a magnet with Dio's last words echoing in your head.

When you're ready...

#request #fortune-fool02 #dio brando #dio #jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #Jojo no Kimyou na Bouken #JoJo no Kimyō na Bōken #my writing #my fic #sfw

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keepeacer · 5 years

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Ride the Wind to the Sun

a gyjo fic. hehe

Words: ~2101

Rating: T (just for language)

Content Warnings: none really applicable

Summary: Gyro and Johnny enjoy a fireside chat. Sappy.

Ao3 Link

Fic under the cut:

Ever since he saw him getting dragged by a horse along the ground with a plank of wood through his leg, he knew the man would be the death of him.

Gyro’s father’s voice echoed in his mind every time he looked at Johnny. “Sentimentality will get you nowhere. You have a duty to live up to. Remember that.” Duty, schmuty. He’d originally gone to America to participate in the race because of his “duty”, sure. The plan was to win, get the money for Marco, and move on with his life.

He didn't know that some moody American with a serious attitude problem and a wild mane of red hair would throw a wrench into his plans, but here Gyro was, sitting with him at a fire somewhere around Lake Michigan, swatting at mosquitos that had apparently decided his arms were a suitable meal for the night. Johnny had a faraway look in his eyes as he poked at the fire with a stick, mind probably lost in whatever mental malady was plaguing him that night. He had plenty of those.

Johnny must’ve cast some sort of spell over him as soon as they first set sights on each other, ‘cause he found himself totally going against his own logic and reasoning and inviting the fellow to accompany him on the race. He was supposed to be there to win, not teach some depressed kid how to spin a cork. And yet… he saw that determination in his eyes. He’d never seen anything like it. It drew him towards Johnny like a magnet, and he found himself hopelessly stuck.

The flames before him grew taller, illuminating the face of his race partner across him. He must have thrown in an oil rag. Johnny was resourceful like that.

Gyro could see his face more clearly now. Furrowed brow, elegant nose, high cheekbones, full lips drawn into an eternal pout. He could even make out the freckles peppering the bridge of his nose in the low light, though he had to squint to do so. Johnny was cute in a country sort of way, that much had already been established in Gyro’s mind soon after they met; he couldn’t keep his eyes off him on the best of days.

He leaned against the rock next to him, hand going up to support his chin as he sighed. “Lovely creature,” Gyro found himself murmuring. “What act of God brought you before me?” Ah, shoot. He had said that out loud, and in English. Maybe Johnny didn’t hear him?

“The hell you on about?” Johnny asked with a bored expression. He was still poking idly at the flames. Gyro couldn’t see, but a faint shade of red was slowly dusting across his nose, cheeks and ears.

Gyro cursed internally. He shouldn’t have underestimated a jockey’s hearing ability.

Shifting himself up to sit with a grin, he decided to roll with it. A hand was placed over his heart as he used the other to gesticulate dramatically, eyes closed for effect. “Ah, amore mio. Sei un modello? Dio si stava mettendo in mostra quando ti ha creato.”

He peeked an eye open to see Johnny scowling across from him.

“You know damn well I can’t tell a lick of what you’re sayin’, Gyro.”

Gyro laughed and stood up, walking over and plopping himself down next to Johnny, whose face remained as grumpy as ever. Didn’t matter how much he twisted his face up, he was still cute to Gyro. None of the girls—or boys—back home could compare.

He tentatively reached over to gently place his hand over the one that Johnny wasn’t using to wield a stick. A sigh of relief escaped his lips when Johnny didn’t yank his own back. So it wasn’t one of those nights, then.

His thumb rubbed over Johnny’s hand. Hard and calloused. “My Jojo. Always so grumpy.” Johnny made a noise in the back of his throat before replying. “Wouldn’t be so grumpy if you didn’t go ‘round talkin’ like some sap out a romance novel.”

“You love when I do that.”

“Maybe if I knew what the hell was coming out that mouth. For all I know, you could be cursin' me.”

With that he tossed his stick into the fire. His head turned to face Gyro, mouth set in a frown but his eyes glistening in a smile. He really had such cute lips.

Gyro used his free hand to snake around Johnny’s waist and drew him closer, snickering at the surprised grunt from the other man. Green eyes bored into blue as they simply sat there for a while, silent save for the crackling of the fire and the occasional sniff of a horse.

He let go of Johnny’s hand to reach up and pull off the starred cap that seemed glued to his head, his hand shifting down to gently cradle his face. A lock of hair was pushed behind his ears. No complaints yet from Johnny. Ah, his cheeks had felt a bit warm, and now Gyro could plainly see.

For all the aloof, plain-faced fronts Johnny put on, his body was damn terrible at lying along with him.

A thumb brushed over Johnny’s lips. “Was sayin’ you’re so handsome you could pass for a model. God, glory be to Him, was flexing His talents when He whipped you up.”

The corners of the frown lifted up into the faintest smile. “Says you.” His voice was soft.

“Johnny Joestar, you’re the prettiest thing I ever did see. I mean that.”

A snort from Johnny. Not a laugh, but it was close enough. The sound was like music to Gyro’s ears—no, better. It was like an angel’s voice whispering to him. Whatever it was like, it was one of Gyro’s favorite sounds that he desperately tried to get the other man to recreate whenever possible. Those gags weren’t for nothing.

Johnny’s voice was still soft as he spoke, although it had a sad tinge to it. “You won’t be lookin’ at me for much longer, though.”

That was the sad reality to their "goddamn bitch of an unsatisfactory situation". Best case scenario, Gyro won the race, went back to Napoli, freed Marco, and life went on. Johnny would walk again and go back to racing professionally like he wanted. That was the problem—they’d both have to get on separately. Gyro hadn’t wanted to think about it, but he couldn’t ignore it forever.

He couldn’t stand that look on Johnny’s face. Hated when tears welled up in those big blue eyes, hated it even more when those tears were for him. Maybe his father was right about his sentimentality. He almost had a mind to quit the whole damn race and find a nice cabin, maybe somewhere back out west. Take Johnny with him and live out the rest of their days together, away from all this corpse bullshit, away from all the Zeppeli family expectations that weighed down Gyro like a ball and chain.

“Hey, hey,” Gyro whispered, thumb shifting to wipe a stray tear from Johnny’s eyes. “I’m not gone just yet.”

Johnny’s lower lip trembled as he nodded slightly. “Y-yeah. Sorry, you know my damn fool emotions always get the best of m—”

Gyro silenced him with a soft kiss. Johnny’s eyes closed and so did Gyro’s. Until Gyro found a solution, and he honestly didn’t know if he could, they had to revel in the small moments like these. Truth be told, they didn’t even have to be doing anything. He reckoned that as long as Johnny was near him he’d be happy with the outcome.

Gyro grinned as they separated, baring his golden teeth that Johnny claimed to hate. “Now turn that frown upside down, partner. I’m right here.”

His—well, he wasn’t sure what exactly to call him—sniffed, nodding again. A gentle smile, much more visible than before, unfolded across his face, which Gyro decided then and there was one of the most gorgeous sights in all of America. In all the world. Johnny’s arms wrapped around Gyro’s waist as he buried his face in his chest, still sniffing a bit. “I know ya are, dummy. I just wish we could stay this way forever, corny as it sounds.”

“Corny?” Sometimes American English phrases eluded him.

“Means like, well. Uh, trite?” Johnny’s voice was muffled by Gyro’s chest. Gyro’s hand went up to brush through his hair thoughtfully. “Ah. Well, I think corny’s good, then.”

“Mm. Guess you’re right. You’re corny, ‘n I like you.”

Forever, huh?

Johnny’s hair was softer than a haggard ex-jockey’s should be, but Gyro wasn’t complaining. Gyro leaned down to press a kiss to the top of Johnny’s head, a light bulb going off in his own. “You know, I have an idea.”

A groan as Johnny separated his face from Gyro’s chest to face him, a curious look developing in his eyes. Gyro just now realized that Johnny had somehow wormed his way into his lap, but again, it was far from something to complain about. Johnny cocked an eyebrow. “Not another one of your ‘ideas’.”

His own arms went around Johnny’s waist as he pulled him closer, effectively tangling their arms together. It was an extremely far-fetched, flighty notion, but it was worth putting out into the world.

“Come with me to Napoli.”

Johnny’s eyes widened. “Gyro, what?”

“Did I stutter?” His hands rubbed the small of Johnny’s back, near where he knew his injury was. Gyro’s voice had taken on a more serious tone, but it was still tainted by that ever-present sense of melancholy that had suddenly plagued the two. “I can’t stand to leave you here.”

“Gyro…?”

“Please, Johnny,” he found himself pleading. There was that damn sentimentality his father always got on him about.

Johnny’s face was almost as red as his hair, his eyes looking as if they were threatening to burst into tears at any moment. Gyro tensed, worried that perhaps he had been a bit too forward. Of course Johnny wouldn’t want to go back to Napoli with him, and he was a fool for even thinking that. Sure, their remaining time together was limited, but Johnny had probably already resigned himself to going their separate ways. Johnny probably thought he was just lying to him like everyone else.

No.

He wasn’t going to be one of the people that left Johnny behind, and that was the end of it.

To his pleasure (and displeasure because of the tears spilling from those beautiful blue eyes) Johnny nodded, leaning in to kiss Gyro again, deeper this time. His tongue brushed over Gyro’s grills, a tingling sensation running down his spine as Johnny’s hands worked their way through his long blond hair.

They pulled apart breathlessly, Johnny’s hands still tangled in Gyro’s hair. A full-fledged grin was on his face now, and Gyro’s heart soared at the sight.

The voice like audible gold danced in his eardrums as it spoke to Gyro, shining eyes smiling at him fondly. “Can’t say no to you. Dunno what I’d do if I couldn’t see your ugly beard and your dumb teddy bear ever again.”

Gyro cackled at that. He left waist-holding duty to one hand as he reached up and grabbed the hat off of his head, lowering it onto Johnny’s own. “But you gotta admit, the hat’s cool.”

“The hat is cool,” Johnny agreed, and then he laughed, a real, full laugh, and Gyro could feel his own cheeks heating up. Dio mio, he’d do anything to hear that on loop.

They sat like that for a bit, basking contentedly in each other’s presence before Johnny spoke up again, tilting Gyro’s hat up so he could see. “Think it’s about bedtime, darlin’.”

Gyro’s eyes widened. “That’s a new one.”

“Well, get used to it!” Johnny smacked the side of Gyro’s ass and smiled real goofy-like, shifting himself off of Gyro and motioning with his chin toward the tent. Gyro sat there bewildered at Johnny’s sudden change in demeanor, but the surprise melted into a tenderness as he leaned down to scoop Johnny up, despite the other being perfectly capable of scooting himself the 10 feet away to the tent. The usual protests were absent, a pleasant hum coming from the man in his arms. Gyro felt a new sort of hope in his chest.

Gyro Zeppeli decided that whatever would actually happen at the end of the race, it would be worth it just to end up with Johnny Joestar.

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Love For You- Beloved AU Ch.1: Little Do We Know We’re Bumper Cars

A/N: This is going to be multichaptered, but anyway, here’s the first chapter to that broken home fic I wanted to do. There is some religious stuff, but trust me, as a Hispanic... this shit happens. Anyway, I’d love feedback so please do!!!

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Coming home had been a challenge in and of itself. After years of war and personal trials and strained friendships, being back felt surreal. The Garrison was kind enough to offer them housing and monthly checks that were enough for them each to live comfortably in their own situation after everything they’d done. The paladins were all classified as veterans, and after a few strings getting pulled to get Violet into school the coming school year, everything was peaceful.

Keith and Lance had taken a few weeks to adjust together at home, getting the twins used to the new surrounding as they crawled around the house and letting Violet fascinate herself with the outdoors.

Everything had been fine, if a little rocky because of leftover nightmares of Galrans coming to ruin everything. Then Lance wanted to go see his family. They had come to the bridge they’d talked about before, and now they had to figure out how to cross it.

Lance originally wanted them all to go, to introduce everyone and have a big reunion. But seeing Keith’s nervous reluctance, he thought it back over. In the end it was decided that Lance would go see his family, give himself the time needed to cry and rejoice, and then slowly ease the concept of Keith and the kids onto them.

That had been a bit of a rough patch. Lance told Keith that he’d started off with explaining he was in love with Keith. Then married to Keith. That caused a bit of a riot, with his father mostly who didn’t understand why he had to love another man instead of a woman, especially now that he was back on Earth. Then Lance explained Keith was part alien. That caused another argument about purity or godliness, or something that Keith did his best to tune out and Lance was kind enough to skim over.

Lastly, Lance told them about the kids. Showed them pictures of Violet and Ollie and Charlie. This information had been received with uncertainty, but Lance said that as soon as his Mama had seen pictures of them, she melted and wanted to meet her grandkids. His father still remained distant, hating the fact that Lance was married to a man, that said man had been able to bear children.

And then came the day that Keith and the kids were supposed to meet them.

Keith was nervous. Very nervous, and his hands couldn’t stop shaking. Lance had told Violet she was finally going to meet her abuelita, abuelito, tios, and tia. Violet was ecstatic, talking non-stop in the backseat. Charlie and Ollie were strapped into their car seats, and Keith was driving to keep himself calm.

When they arrived, there were faces peeking out the window. Last Lance had seen them, his siblings Veronica, Marco, and Luis had been twelve, ten, and six respectively. Now, Veronica was 22, Marco was 20, and Luis was 16. Veronica was engaged to a boyfriend she’d had since her junior year of high school, she had a degree in psychology, and her boyfriend was a few years older, working as a nurse practitioner. Marco was in his junior year of college for a degree in engineering, and he had a girlfriend of six months, Lance said. Luis was in high school, and he was still hesitant about Lance, like he wasn’t sure he was real after so long.

As they went inside, Lance was immediately engulfed in hugs. His mother peeled away to look at Violet and started shaking with excitement, tears welling in her eyes. She seemed hesitant to get nearer, but anxious too. Violet stepped closer, eyes wide with excitement and wonder.

Violet wrapped her arms around her grandmother, and just like that, her grandmother didn’t care about furry purple ears or the strange biology that allowed her to be. She just knew she had a beautiful granddaughter.

“She looks just like you, m’ijo,” she cried, holding Violet tightly. Violet was blushing, but she received the affection happily, holding tears at bay herself. “And like you,” Lance’s mother added, looking at Keith. Her gaze was kind, yet wary. She gasped at the sight of the curious babies in the car seats, still not a year old quite yet, but almost. They had both been asleep on the ride and had since woken up, and while Ollie was cooing happily, Charlie was quiet and grumpy. “Hola, tesoritos bellos! Soy tu abuelita,” she said, tickling their stomachs. Keith smiled and offered to get them out for her to hold.

As he unstrapped them, Lance sat down with Violet who was looking on quietly, shyly, and nervously tugging at her ears. His siblings came in, looking at the children and at Keith curiously.

Veronica came and quickly scooped Oliver up into her arms, blowing raspberries into his stomach. His mother-in-law, Lorena, took Charlie and started making little faces at him, practically beaming from ear to ear.

Then she touched his furry, lilac ears and chuckled as Charlie cooed at that. “So… this is from you?” she asked, looking up at Keith.

He gulped and nodded. “The genes that allowed me to get pregnant with them made the alien traits more dominant in them. So… they all have the purple ears… and purple eyes for Violet, white hair for Charlie, and a purple birthmark for Ollie.”

“No way, purple?” Veronica asked, looking Oliver over.

“On his shoulder, manita,” Lance said, gesturing.

Veronica tugged his onesie and laughed. “That’s so cool! I’ve got the most badass nephews ever! Who’s a precious baby?” Ollie squirmed with laughter and clenched his tiny hands. “Oh my God, I love him. Gimme the other one, I want to hold him.” Veronica switched with Lorena and they continued to fawn over them.

Marco and Luis came back with drinks for everyone. Luis kept staring at Lance and Marco kept staring at Keith. They each looked like younger versions of Lance, but Marco had thicker eyebrows and darker hair, while Luis had a rounder face and brown eyes.

“So, how are you part alien?” Marco asked.

“Um, well my mom was part alien. I’m not sure if her parents were two different aliens or like me, alien and human, but… yeah. I’m part alien on her side.”

“And you can have kids? Like a girl?”

“Marco,” Lance hissed.

“What? You said we could ask questions. It’s been ten years; I’ve got lots of them.”

Violet frowned and tugged on Lance’s jacket. “How come they think Daddy isn’t supposed to be able to have kids?”

Lance hesitated, sharing a look with Keith. Then Veronica swooped in.

“Who’s this gorgeous little girl? I haven’t heard a peep from you. Come here.” She gave Charlie to Marco and pulled Violet onto her lap. Violet giggled as Veronica started playing with her hair.

“Yes, I can,” Keith said, answering Marco. “But that’s all the kids I’ll be having.”

“The twins were like a C-section, so it was pretty difficult for us.” Lance took Keith’s hand, smiling at him sweetly.

“Ay Dios,” Lorena said. “Luis was a C-section too.”

Keith leaned forward and touched his stomach. “Does the weird tingling feeling ever go away?” She sighed and shook her head, smiling at him sympathetically.

“Sometimes it even still hurts,” she said.

“What time does Papá come home?” Lance asked.

“In about another hour. You want lunch?”

Lance nodded and Lorena got up, handing Ollie over to Luis. Charlie started to fuss and Marco stood up, swaying him side to side. “Papá is still kind of weird about everything,” Marco warned. “I can’t say it’ll be as easy as it was with Mami.”

“Mami’s weak for babies, of course it’d be easy with her. Keeps asking me when I’ll give her grandchildren,” Veronica said with a snort.

Things seemed okay. Luis gave the baby over to Keith and Lance followed him out, apparently some unspoken thing between them that needed talking over. Keith had joined Lorena in the kitchen with Veronica and Marco close behind with his other kids. They were fascinated with the children; it didn’t matter that they had fuzzy, purple Galran ears. It only mattered that they were Lance’s blood, and therefore theirs.

That wasn’t so simple once Mr. McClain came home. The minute he walked in, he’d stood frozen at the doorway and stared at the scene of babies crawling along the living room floor and a little girl doing Veronica’s nails and Keith sitting next to Lance as they looked at an album of Veronica’s quinceañera photos.

Lance took Violet’s hand and led her over to the tall, dark man with graying hair and a handlebar moustache, a few hard lines on his face from hard work and hard years. “Ven mi amor. This is your abuelito Andres. Papá, this is Violet. Your granddaughter.”

Violet stepped forward and hesitantly wrapped her arms around him. Keith saw Lance’s father flinch before he put his hands on her shoulders and Violet looked up at him with her wide purple eyes. His face remained uncertain, a slightly confused, even nervous smile on his face as he hugged her back and tucked her hair behind her ear. Then he froze and jerked his hand back, staring at Violet.

“Mira, Chito, ven conoce a los gemelos,” Lorena said, stepping forward with Veronica to show him the twins. Ollie giggled and reached for him, already used to being passed around and expecting to be grabbed by the new person in the room. Andres grabbed him, holding him with two hands under his armpits and staring at him with the same confused… disdain he’d looked at Violet with. Then he looked at Charlie who was staring back, but not reaching. Ollie had started playing with the moustache on his face, speaking gibberish with such conviction, the others started to laugh.

“Papá, this is Oliver and Charlie. And this is Keith.” Lance put a hand on Keith’s back and brought him forward. “This is my family.”

Andres settled his gaze on Keith, hard and angry. “So you’re the ma-”

“He’s your son-in-law,” Lorena intervened as Veronica hissed a frustrated, “Papá!” Lorena looked at Keith apologetically. “Of course, they have to marry by the church, but-” Andres intervened with quick, frustrated Spanish that Keith managed to catch a few words from. Mostly curses and a slur. Lance scowled and held Keith closer, his hand inching forward to pull Violet back. “Andres, callate mejor,” Lorena snapped. “We can plan that later. For now, let’s all sit to eat so I can hear more about these angelitos, preciosos, pedacitos de mi cielo!” She turned Violet away with an arm around her and had Charlie in one arm. Veronica took Ollie and smiled apologetically at Keith.

As they walked away, Keith grabbed Lance by the wrist. “What are they talking about getting married by the church?”

Lance sighed and shook his head. “My mom is really religious. She says it doesn’t count for us to have been married up there now that we’re here where a priest could do it.”

“So the last eight years just-”

“Mi amor,” Lance said, placatingly. “They count.” He kissed him gently. “We’re still married. My mom just wants us to do it by the church.” Keith grimaced and started to protest, to explain that he didn’t know anything about church or God aside from what Lance taught Violet, but Lance shook his head again. “Hey, don’t worry about it right now. I’ll talk to her. Whatever happens, we’ll talk about it. Let’s get done crossing today’s bridge before we get to the next.”

Keith sighed. He was starting to hate the bridge analogy. It was just a way to postpone problems, and it frustrated Keith because ignoring them until they were in your face meant being unprepared and he hated being unprepared. Lance hadn’t mentioned anything about a religious wedding, but he also knew he couldn’t comment on that now that he was barely trying to get accepted into the family.

He followed Lance to the dining room and looked where Violet was being served by her grandmother with a wide smile on both their faces. Andres looked stoic. Luis had started talking more, telling Lance all about his soccer games when he was eight, and a talent show when he was ten, then about a competition for the rifle team in middle school and how he was currently number eight in his junior class of more than nine hundred students.

Marco took to talking to Keith, asking about what the war was like and about the lions and how they worked. Veronica asked about how Keith and Lance got together and Lorena asked about the children.

“So how old were you boys when… Violet came?” she asked.

“Nineteen. Almost twenty,” Keith answered. “I was scared I wouldn’t be a good dad, but Lance always sure. He helped so much.”

“And the twins?” Veronica asked. “Were they pl-”

“Yeah,” Keith answered quickly. “Yeah, Violet really wanted a sibling. We didn’t expect twins, but yes, we felt more prepared.”

“Prepared?” Lance’s father repeated. “Para acabarla de joder. Entonces la niña fue un pinche accidente? Ni sabias lo que querías de la vida! Eras un huerco y por pendejo terminaste con-”

“Andres!” Lorena shouted.

Violet stared at her fathers with wide eyes. “An accident? You didn’t want me?” she asked softly.

Lance and Keith looked at each other and then at Violet. “Of course we did, Vi,” Lance was quick to respond, but Keith could feel a panic rise in his throat.

“Then why’s Buelito saying I was an accident!” she shouted. “Why’s he saying you didn’t know what you wanted!”

“She… knows Spanish,” Andres asked, looking nervous.

Lance narrowed his eyes. “Of course she knows Spanish,” he spat.

“Excuse me,” Keith said, barely keeping a hold of his anger. “Violet, come with me.” Violet stayed seated, but Keith grabbed her arm and tugged gently.

“I-I didn’t know-”

“Oh for God’s sake!” Lance shouted. “You don’t even look at the kids, you haven’t even looked at Keith or even said a single fucking word to him, Papa, don’t you fucking-”

Veronica shouted over him, along with Marco as Lorena tried to calm them down. “Andres! Apologize!” she snapped, finally shutting her kids up.

Even then, Andres seemed uneasy with directing his words to Keith. “I…. I….”

Keith cut his father-in-law off with a glare. “I need to talk to my daughter.” He pulled Violet into his arms and walked out of the dining room, out of the house. Violet was crying profusely, and Keith held her close. “Violet, sweetheart-”

“Tell me the truth! Did you even want me?” she sniffed.

“Of course I wanted you!”

Violet yanked away from him. “Not now! I mean when you found out. Accidents are bad, right? So did you want me when you found out about me?” Keith started to answer, but she shouted, “Don’t lie to me!”

Keith felt his heart breaking into smaller and smaller pieces. He sighed and opened his arms. Violet didn’t move. “Come here, love.” Violet’s shoulders sagged and she stepped closer. Keith wrapped her in his arms and sat on the porch step with her cradled in his arms despite her long legs no longer fitting the way she used to. “I didn’t know I could have babies,” he said. “On Earth, it doesn’t work like that. Not with my body.” He tucked her hair behind her ears. “I was a kid when your papi and I found out about you. I was scared.” Violet’s eyes welled up with tears.

“If you want the truth, I’ll tell you. I didn’t want to have a baby because I didn’t think I could. I was very angry and scared when I found out. But that changed. It changed when I woke up to Papi talking to my stomach to try talking to you. When he said we’d be a family. When I felt you kick for the first time.” Keith tucked her hair back and smiled at the memories, wiping her face with the pads of his thumb. “And when I held you in my arms for the first time, I knew I’d love you for the rest of my life.” Violet started shaking with her cries and Keith held her tighter. “Yes, it was an accident, but Vi… you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me and your Papá. Don’t you ever think we love you less than we would if it hadn’t been an accident. You hear me?”

She nodded and wrapped her arms around him tightly. Then she asked in a broken whisper, “Why is abuelito so mean, Daddy?”

Keith sighed and rocked her back and forth. “It’s different on Earth, love. People think boys aren’t supposed to fall in love with boys. Or girls with girls. And like I said, on Earth I’m not supposed to be able to have kids. So he’s still getting used to a lot of changes. It’s been ten years since he saw your papi, and a lot is different and new.” She nodded and sniffed, wiping her tears as Keith held her.

He heard footsteps and turned to see Lance sitting beside him. “What’d you tell her?”

“The truth. That we love her. That she’s the best thing that ever happened for us.” Lance smiled and pulled Violet’s legs onto his lap. “What happened in there?”

“Marco and Mom are arguing with Papá still. Veronica and Luis have the boys.” He squeezed Violet’s leg for her attention. “You wanna leave, princesa? We can get ice cream.” Violet nodded and leaned her head on Keith’s chest. “Let me get the boys in the car seats.” He stood up and placed a kiss on Violet’s hand, then on Keith’s cheek before he went inside.

Keith pulled Violet into a sitting position and smiled at her. “Let’s go say goodbye to abuelita and your tios, okay? Kisses and hugs.”

“Are we gonna come back ever?”

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “Do you not want to?” She shrugged. “Well, your Papá will want to see his family. But if you want, we can tell Abuelita to come to the house.” She nodded and took his hand before going back inside.

Lance was saying goodbye to his siblings, one car seat in hand, the other on the floor beside him. Keith went over to pick up the car seat and said goodbye as well. Lorena came back, looking irritated and flustered, but her expression melted away when she saw them leaving. She sighed and gave Violet a sad smile as she hugged her. “Abuelita te quiere mucho, cariño. Maybe we can visit your home soon, si?” Violet nodded and smiled up at her.

Once the goodbyes were over, Keith and Lance put the boys in the car and Violet strapped herself in. Lance got in on the passenger’s side, while Keith went to the driver’s side. Like Lance had promised, they stopped by a Baskin Robins and Lance went to order ice cream for Violet and another to share with Keith.

The first time Violet had tried ice cream, she’d fallen in love. It was her goal to try every flavor, and her mood always brightened when they got ice cream. Keith gave the twins a few star shaped puffs that they munched on while cooing as they looked at the bright colors of the establishment.

“You okay?” Lance whispered. Keith nodded, waving a dismissive hand. Lance sighed and squeezed his shoulder.

“I have a question,” Violet announced. Keith and Lance hummed and looked at her expectantly. “What do you have to do to have a baby? I thought you chose to, but if I was an accident-”

“Violet, love, eat your ice cream,” Keith said, feeling his face heat up.

“That’s a conversation for another day, mi amor,” Lance added, scratching his head awkwardly. Violet didn’t look satisfied with that answer, but she didn’t pry.

Once Violet finished her ice cream, Lance wiped her mouth and herded everyone back to the car. Keith had his hand on the gear shift in the center while he drove, and Lance pried it away to lock their hands together. Keith knew he was trying to comfort him, but the day had been overwhelming. He simply acknowledged the gesture with a squeeze.

When they got home, Violet was fast asleep. Keith carried her in while Lance got the twins, and he tucked her into her bed so she could nap. On her bedside table was a picture of her with Noriu the night before they returned. Her purple lion plushie. A group picture of the paladins; Hunk with his arms over Pidge’s shoulders, Allura with the mice on her shoulders, next to Shiro, Coran with Violet on his back, and Lance and Keith each carrying one of the twins. Beside that, a sphere from her training, and a picture of her and Lance back to back with their weapons, both laughing.

Keith sighed and left her room quietly. Lance was inside, setting up the fence so the babies didn’t pass into the kitchen. They had free reign of the living room and were happily crawling around, following each other back and forth and pulling themselves up to try to stand.

Keith sat down on the couch, and Lance sat next to him, leaning over to rest his head in Keith’s lap. “Was it a bad idea? Going to see them?”

Keith looked down and ran his hand through Lance’s short hair. “No. She wanted to meet them. They loved the kids. It’s just… your dad crossed a line.”

“God, I know,” Lance groaned. “I can’t believe he said that.” Keith kept running his hands through his hair. “What did you understand from it?”

“A few slurs. A lot of anger. Seems like his problem is more with me than the kids.”

Lance sighed and shuffled up to lean into Keith. “I love you, you know that? No matter what anyone else says or thinks.”

Keith smiled and leaned in to kiss him. “I love you too,” he murmured.

After that, Lorena visited their home on the weekends, usually with Luis. Marco and Veronica visited on their own time. The day that she visited with Andres, Keith had gotten tense, worried that another episode would happen. But Andres seemed remorseful, and he’d taken both Keith and Lance aside.

“This whole… alien business…. It’s weird for me,” he said gruffly. “I lose my boy for ten years. Then he comes back with another boy, talking about aliens and war, with kids that look like him, but also like the other boy, I-” He cut himself off and pulled himself together, rubbing his eyes to stop them from reddening with tears. “I don’t know how to handle it all, I don’t know how to just be okay with everything. But I love you, Lance. You’re my son. And if this is your family, then they are mine too. I can… I will learn to get used to it. And I know I hurt your daughter the other day, I know… what I said was horrible, and I’m sorry. I really am. Do you… both think you could forgive me?”

Keith held some reserves. Violet had cried so much, and Keith himself had felt unwanted that day. He didn’t know if he had it in him to forgive Andres. He didn’t think he wanted him near his children. But he was Lance’s father, and Lance was already hugging him and crying into his shoulder.

And because Keith loved Lance, Keith bit his tongue and promised himself to try and forgive his father-in-law.

Violet, taking more after Lance than Keith, smiled and wrapped her arms around him, forgiving him as easy as that when Andres knelt down to apologize to her. Andres seemed to have finally broken, finally realized these were his grandkids, and he hugged her back tightly. From then on, he always had one of his grandkids in his arms, and while he obviously still didn’t approve of Keith, he was polite and tolerant.

That’s when the talk of marriage began.

About two weeks before school started for Violet, Lorena and Andres came to the house with Luis who enjoyed playing with the babies. While they drank their lemonade out in the backyard, Lorena offhandedly said, “We should plan this wedding soon. I went to the church, and they have the group talks on Fridays at seven. Andres and I can watch the kids for you.”

“You found a church willing to marry me and Keith?” Lance asked in surprise.

“Yes,” she said. “After the Pope gave his opinion, a lot of priests- here at least- have agreed to marry same-sex couples.” Keith remained quiet, uncomfortable. “I explained the situation, and as long as you both go confess, you’ll be fine!”

“Confess?” Keith questioned. “Confess what?”

“Well, your sins, m’ijo,” she answered. Keith furrowed his eyebrows and she laughed. “How did you do your first communion without a confession?” Keith stared at her, then at Lance. “You… did do you first communion, right?”

“Mami, Keith wasn’t raised in the church. He didn’t get a chance to do those things.”

“Has he been baptized?” Andres asked.

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “I’m… I don’t think so…. My mom didn’t know about that stuff. I doubt my dad did it. The closest I’ve come to a church was for his funeral,” he answered.

“Ay Dios mio, pero como puede ser!” Lorena shrieked. “We have so much to do, Lance porque no me dijiste?” Lorena stepped away, pulling out her phone to make some calls while Andres just tilted his head back and shut his eyes.

Keith looked over at Lance who was smiling at the kids as they laughed at Luis who was playing monster. That was the day that the relationship with his in-laws really changed.

By the time Violet was starting school, Lorena was insisting Keith go to classes for his communion and confirmation, and she had already started planning his baptism along with a baptism for Violet, Charlie, and Ollie. She began sending him websites and videos about God and the gospel and each time she visited, she sat him down and pulled out a Bible to teach him something new.

To Keith, none of it made any sense. He knew a few things from what Lance would teach Violet. The Creation, the expulsion of Adam and Eve, Moses and the Plagues, Noah’s Ark, Jesus being born and dying on a cross, though he had no idea why that had to happen. To Keith they were stories. Made up to understand the world. God, yeah, Keith had seen enough and had been through enough to believe there was something or someone up there watching over them. A reason he’d survived as long as he had. But the God he was being taught about sounded ruthless, almost evil sometimes. And he had no idea what to do with that. Especially since Violet seemed to understand better than him, and she had no problem praying with Lance every night, her voice full of adoration and certainty.

They had something Keith didn’t. A level of faith Keith wished he could have. They accepted the information, understood it for themselves. But Keith didn’t. It didn’t make sense to him, and he hated that it was being stuffed down his throat, that he was expected to just accept all of this as a truth.

And for what? To get married again? He was already married, as much as his mother-in-law said it didn’t count anymore. He knew it would be easy to just go through with it to appease Lorena, which was what Lance seemed to be doing. But he just didn’t understand it, and he couldn’t pretend to care for something when he was being force-fed all of the information and held to these expectations.

On top of that, Keith was dealing with Violet coming home every other day crying because someone had made fun of her ears. She started wearing her hair down to hide them, but even then, she said kids would pull her hair and tug her ears and call her names. It didn’t help that she was younger than most people in her grade. She’d learned at a quick pace up in the Castle, so when they’d tested her, instead of going to third grade at eight years old, she was in fifth and turning nine in October. She felt out of place, confused, especially with everything the kids talked about that she didn’t grow up with.

Finally, one day, Keith burst. Lorena had gone home and Violet had just finished her homework and went to the back yard to shoot a nerf gun Lance had bought her. She missed training, and on bad school days, she would go out there and train until dinner even if she didn’t need to anymore. Ollie and Charlie were napping, so Keith was free to drop his mask.

He sat at the table with his head in his hands, fighting every urge to fling the Bible and rosary and stupid pamphlets Lance’s mother had brought. A hand on his shoulder made him tense. “Baby, what is it?”

“You need to talk to your mom,” he spat through gritted teeth. “She needs to stop with all of this.” He gestured at the things on the table and pulled at his hair.

“It’s for us, Keith. I know it’s overwhelming-”

Keith stood up and glared at Lance. “For us? What about us? What about this has anything to fucking do with us? To get married? We’re already married! And we have been for eight years! I don’t want to fucking do this, this is stupid!”

Lance pulled back and stared at Keith with an expression he couldn’t decipher. “Please don’t call my religion stupid.” Keith furrowed his eyebrows and took a breath. “You don’t want to get married again, fine. But don’t come complaining to me that my parents are mad at you or something. And don’t let Violet hear you talking about this like that. This stuff means something to her. To me.”

“I’m not the one who started this!” he protested. “I know it means something to you and to Violet, I can respect that, but, for fuck’s sake! Your mom just pranced in preaching to me, what the fuck was I supposed to say to that? You never said anything about this to me! This makes me uncomfortable, I don’t get this-”

“Okay! I get it! I heard you, alright!” Lance shouted back. “Just leave it alone then!” He grabbed the Bible, the rosary, and pamphlet. Keith scoffed and went back to their room. “Dinner’s ready,” Lance called after him.

“I’m not hungry,” he answered back, before going to take a shower and cool down.

By the time he was out, Lance and Violet were finishing dinner while Charlie and Oliver were throwing Cheerios at each other. Keith went to change and laid on the bed, looking at the wall tiredly. It wasn’t fair that Lance was angry with him for not wanting to go through with a series of pointless rituals to make him religious. Lance had fallen for Keith knowing he wasn’t religious, so why would it be a problem now? It was stupid.

A while later, Lance came in the room and sat on the bed. Keith watched his shadow on the wall. “I’ll talk to my mom tomorrow.”

He laid down and Keith stayed quiet, their backs to each other as they drifted to sleep. Keith didn’t sleep well, somewhere between wanting to fall asleep but feeling too heavy to actually do it, too unsettled by the last argument.

That was how he heard the sniffs that came from Lance. He woke up fully and wondered if maybe Lance was getting sick. But he heard the shaky exhale and turned to see his body shaking in time with the soft cries.

Keith put a hand on Lance’s shoulder, confused. “Lance? What’s wrong?”

Lance gasped and sat up, wiping his face. “Nothing.”

“Love.”

Lance sighed and looked at the ceiling. “Jesus, Keith, what do you think?”

Keith frowned and felt even more confused. “Is this seriously about me not wanting to go through with all the stuff your mom wants me to do?” Lance stared at him. “Why? Why is this so important to you if you already did it for yourself?”

“Because, Keith. If you did them we could get married by the church, and-”

“We don’t have to do that just because your mom wants us to.” Lance stared at him, more tears running down his face. “Wait. Do you want to get remarried?” Lance sniffed, hesitating before he nodded. “What for?”

“Ugh, forget it, if you’re going to laugh or-”

“No! I’m not…. I’m not trying to make fun, I’m just… actually confused. I need you to explain this to me. I didn’t know this was something that you wanted.”

Lance wiped his face again and grabbed Keith’s hands. “I didn’t at first. It sounded silly to me too. But then Mama found someone willing to marry us and… I loved it. The idea of knowing we’re united by God, not just in space, but everywhere.”

Keith furrowed his eyebrows. “You have a lot more faith than me, my love. I can’t say these things with the conviction you do. I don’t understand the things your mom teaches me, and….” He sighed and tilted Lance’s face to him. “This… is important to you?”

Lance nodded slowly. “When I was growing up, I only knew that I was supposed to marry a girl. That it was the only thing that was okay for God. Now… with what my mom said about the Pope, and finding a church, I just…. It feels like I’m not waging a battle of how Catholic to be while still being able to love you as much as I do. When I started dating you, when Violet came into the picture, I’d just… made peace with never being able to do that. It’s different now.”

“Okay. Then I’ll do it.”

“But you’re uncomfortable, Keith, you don’t want to do these things, and I get that, we grew up differently, that’s okay-”

Keith leaned forward and kissed him. “I didn’t have a reason before. If this really means that much to you, I don’t mind trying. I just can’t promise I’ll have the faith you do. But if this is something you really want for us… then I’ll try. We’ll get married in a church and I’ll know it’s not meaningless because it matters to you. That’s enough for me. Just… tell your mom to ease up a bit.” Lance chuckled and wiped his face, but he still seemed unsure. “Lance?” Blue eyes drifted to Keith. “Will you marry me? Again?”

Lance laughed and nodded, taking Keith’s face in his hands and kissing him again. God, Keith would marry him a thousand times if he had to.

Eventually, Lance intervened and managed to turn Keith elsewhere to be taught. With someone much slower paced, who allowed his questions and didn’t condemn his confusion. After a talk with a priest they managed to find a way to do all three sacraments at once with the same teachings.

Keith understood the significance behind each of them, and he managed to understand what about being married by the church meant for Lance, even if he didn’t necessarily feel this level of need himself. He understood it, respected it, but he still struggled understanding everything they taught him. By December, he’d gone through his three sacraments, and while he didn’t feel any sort of white-light revelation and feeling of total adoration Lorena swore he would, he did feel lighter when he saw Lance’s face.

That same December, the kids were baptized, even though Keith was terrified because he’d seen videos online of babies being dunked in water over and over again. Here, it was just a few scoop of water with a shell on their foreheads. Violet was beyond ecstatic. It was the only reason Keith let his kids get roped into this.

The twins turned one. Violet was nine. The school year ended. They remarried that summer, and Keith could see the comfort it brought Lance. Keith met more of Lance’s family, many of which didn’t bother hiding their shock at the kids or Keith. Keith got a job, uncomfortable with staying at home all day and living off Garrison checks. Lance watched the twins. They traveled that summer, letting Violet experience more of the earth she’d heard so much about.

Everywhere they went, people stared at the purple ears the kids had. They stared at Charlie’s silver hair. They stared at Keith and Lance. But they pushed through it as a family.

Another year went by. Violet was about to turn 11. The boys were walking, a few months away from turning two.

Keith and Lance were arguing.

The arguing wasn’t new. They’d been married for nine years, together for eleven. Arguments were normal. But the arguments had increased lately. It was a rare night that went without some form of shouting or disagreement.

“We don’t have the money to throw a party in a waterpark,” Keith said, crossing his arms.

“What about your job?” Lance asked.

“That money goes to bills.”

“And the Garrison checks?”

Keith rolled his eyes. “We had to use the last one for Charlie’s hospital visit last week.”

“You spent that whole check for a hospital to tell you Charlie had a fever?”

Keith pinched the bridge of his nose. “He has a stomach virus, and I also used it for medicine. The treatment was expensive. Believe it or not, Lance, we can’t live off those checks with three kids!” His voice began to raise toward the end of the sentence, which made Lance scowl.

“You keep complaining about me not working, but if I do, where do we leave the boys? In a daycare? That’s more money being spent, what’s the fucking point?”

Keith ran his hands through his hair and clenched his hands in frustration. “I don’t give a shit if you work or not, Lance, but you also can’t want things we can’t afford! A waterpark party, a pet dog for the kids, a new car for both of us. This is too much! The kids are growing more every day, they need new clothes! We have enough money to live well, you just love to spend it on pointless things!”

“Money is meant to spend! Is it so bad if I want to take my kids to a movie or out to eat sometime if I have the fucking money for it? I wish I could’ve done that when I was a kid.”

“Look, I know you want to give them a better life, better experiences, but I’m just asking you to pay attention where you spend!”

Lance took a deep breath and rubbed his head tiredly. “Alright, fine, no waterpark. So what, a cookout here? We’ll invite my family and Hunk and Pidge and see if Coran and Allura can come too. What? Why are you making that face- oh my God.”

“You know how Violet feels around your family,” he muttered. “You know how they look at her. Do you even think about how it might make her feel? They look at the kids like they’re freaks, they look at me like I’m a freak!”

“Is this about you or the kids?” Lance snapped. “They’re my family, Keith. I can’t just turn my back on them.”

“They already did it to you!” he shouted.

Lance clenched his jaw and turned away, shoving the table aside. He started for the door, but before Keith could ask, he said, “I’m going for a drive.”

Keith scowled and listened to the door slam before he fixed the table back in place and started dinner. Lance came back half an hour later. As he walked in, they heard one of the twins cry out, waking up from their nap. Lance just looked at Keith then went to the babies’ room. Keith finished dinner and called Violet to set up plates. Lance came back with one twin in each arm and set them each in their high chairs.

“Is… everything okay?” Violet asked.

“Yeah, why? Keith answered.

She shrugged. “You guys aren’t talking.” Keith and Lance shared a look and huffed. “See?” she muttered.

“It’s fine, Violet. We were just wondering what you wanted to do for your birthday,” Lance said, serving a little food for the twins. Keith served Violet’s plate and then his own.

Violet shrugged. “I dunno. What can we afford?”

“Don’t worry about that,” Lance said.

Keith shot him a look. “Tell us what you want, and we’ll tell you if we can or not.”

Violet drummed her fingers on the table. “A pony?”

“Ah, funny girl,” Lance said with a snort. “We’re being serious.” Violet shrugged again. “Well, I was thinking we could do a carne asada here and invite your abuelitos.” Violet smiled and nodded. “Anyone else? From school? We can invite tia Chely, tio Juan, your cousin Kary and their families. We’ll get a bouncy house for you all to play in.” Violet’s smile faded and she took a forkful of food.

“I told you, she’s not comfortable with those brats,” Keith muttered.

“They’re her cousins,” Lance answered.

“It’s her birthday, not yours.”

“You’re teaching her to block out family, Keith, you can’t do that-”

“No, but you know she doesn’t like making you upset, she won’t tell you she doesn’t want to see them-”

“Jesus, Keith wh-”

“I don’t want to do anything!” Violet shouted over them. “If you guys are just gonna fight about it, I don’t wanna do anything for my birthday.” Keith and Lance looked at her and then at each other. Keith felt his cheeks heat up and he turned to wipe Ollie’s mouth. “Yaz and Miguel do make fun of me, Papá. And Chely and Roberto just say mean stuff about you and Dad. I don’t like them. Kary’s baby likes to poke Ollie until he cries, and Juan’s kid tried to cut Charlie’s ear last time.”

Lance sighed and looked at Keith who didn’t bother with an I told you so. “I know it’s hard, princesa. But they’re family. They’re not used to us yet like your grandparents.”

“Okay. I just don’t want them here on my birthday.”

“That’s fine, Vi. We can do something else. You want to go out to eat somewhere?” Keith asked. “I get off work early that day.”

“You’re working on her birthday?” Lance asked. Keith nodded. “I thought you were going to ask for the day off.”

“I was, but they were short staffed, and I figured we could use the money.”

“Yeah, big difference that four hours of work are gonna do,” Lance scoffed.

“It very well could make a difference, Lance, what with all the bills we’re falling behind on.”

“It’s her birthday,” Lance said.

“And I’ll be back in time to take her out.”

“Then you’re going to call saying they’re asking you to stay over time, and we’re going to be sitting here waiting on you.”

“Lance, that happened one time and it was an emergency,” Keith said through grit teeth. “Now stop arguing over dinner.”

Suddenly Charlie started coughing and spat up, throwing up the little bit of food he’d eaten and still kept gagging between desperate cries. Lance wiped his mouth and pulled him out, rocking him and taking him to the sink to rinse his mouth and breathe. “Great deal of help the hospital did,” he spat as he rubbed Charlie’s back to ease the coughing and the panic throwing up had given his baby.

Keith scowled and stood up. “Give him to me, I’ll take him.”

“No, I got him.”

“You’re pissed off, I don’t want you taking him like that.”

“Yeah because you’re the picture boy for happiness right now. Let me take care of my son.”

“Give him medicine!” Keith called after him as he walked away. Ollie started crying, frightened because of his brother’s crying and the fact that he wasn’t in sight. Keith sighed and picked him up, shushing him with his old Balmeran plushie doll. He looked over at the table and saw Violet staring at her plate blankly, her ears flattened down. “Violet-”

With that, she stood up and left the table.

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Somos Familia Ch 21

Chapter 21: My First Dia de Muertos! (Part 2)

As Imelda opened the double doors into the courtyard, Coco whisked her way in at top speed carrying a bowl full of strawberries, panting as she slowed down to a halt. “Made it!”

“Barely.” Imelda said with a raised brow. “I was about ready to go over there and drag you back by your braids.” Then she smiled. “So, did Rosita like your food?”

“Mamá, please.” Coco looked away while blushing. “I know you know who it was really for, so stop teasing me.”

“Oh, mija.” Imelda cooed and gave her embarrassed daughter a hug. “I meant no harm. I went through the exact same thing that you are going through right now. Did I ever tell you about the first time I realized that I loved your Papá?”

Coco rolled her eyes. “When you and he sang La Llorona at the creek.”

“No, that’s when your Papá fell in love with me.” Imelda said. “I fell in love with him much later, at my quinceañera in fact. You see the year before that your Papá was much shorter than me, so short that I could rest my arm on his head like an armrest. But during that year your Papá grew thirteen inches.”

Coco’s eyes widened. “In one year?! That’s impossible!”

“It’s true, you can ask him about it! Poor boy, he had such painful aches and terrible fevers as his body grew uncontrollably. You can still faintly see the stretchmarks on his shoulders if you look closely. But anyway, on my quinceañera the nuns dressed me in this disgustingly ugly blue dress, despite my wishes for a purple one. During the party I was by the snack table and your Papá made his way over to get something to eat.”

“Then he tripped on himself, not used to his long gangly limbs, and fell straight into the table. The sangria bowl flew off the table, flipped in the air, and then the bowl fell down on me, spilling all over my head and that hideous dress. I was furious and humiliated! I looked down at that stupid boy, ready to give him a thrashing he would never forget. He looked up at me in horror, covered with cake and other snacks, before he cracked the goofiest, most infuriating grin ever and said-”

“Well, at least your dress is purple now, diosa!”

Imelda smiled at the memory. “I looked down and sure enough the sangria had stained my dress into a lovely shade of purple. My anger immediately vanished and I laughed so hard my stomach hurt and I couldn’t breathe. And that’s when realized that I wanted to be with him for the rest of my life, so we could laugh and play and sing together forever.”

Coco looked over at her father, who was standing on a chair as he hung up papel picado across the courtyard, and giggled. “Papá is so silly.” She sighed mournfully. “But Julio… as sweet as he is I don’t think he’s ever going to get much taller.”

Imelda laughed. “Maybe not thirteen inches, but we can always hope.” She clapped her hands together. “Now then, go put those strawberries on the ofrenda! The food is ready, the offerings are put up, and we are all here. It’s official: Dia de Muertos has begun!”

As if that was their cue, three glowing orange spirits rushed passed the doors as well, stopping in the middle of the courtyard and pulling air into their phantom lungs. Gaspar straightened up and laughed. “Ha! Did you hear that? We made it just in time! That’s a new record for us Mirasol, less than a millisecond to spare!”

“Congratulations, mi amor.” Mirasol said as she watched Leti while smiling.

“Mamá!” Leti cried out as she flung her arms around her mother and hugged her. “Mamá, I’ve missed you so much! I have so many things to-aah!” Leti jerked back in surprise as Imelda walked through her with no resistance, leaving a weird tingling feeling in her bones. Her smile faltered a little until she saw Héctor. “Papá! Papá, you’re hanging up the papel picado? I made the one with the star on it two years ago. Ah, there it is! Papá…” Héctor hopped off the chair and walked away, leaving his daughter alone. As Coco came out of the ofrenda room Leti tried to get her attention as well, but to no avail and her shoulders sagged in defeat.

Mirasol came over to her granddaughter and gave her a hug. “I’m sorry, Leticia. They can’t see us.”

Leti crossed her arms. “This is stupid. What’s the point of even coming here if they can’t see or feel us?”

“Now now…” Gaspar walked up and patted Leti’s head. “Just because they can’t see us doesn’t mean they aren’t thinking of us. That’s what this day is all about: Being remembered and honored by those who loved us. In fact, why don’t we take a peek into the ofrenda room and see what they left for us?”

“Okay.” Leti said as she let her grandparents guide her into the ofrenda room. As usual the back wall was set up with a table filled with cempazuchitl flowers, candles and a giant cross on the top tier. Mirasol and Gaspar’s wedding picture, the only foto that Imelda had of them, was on display, but what Leti saw left her in awe.

There were a dozen pictures of Leti on every tier of the table display, from when she was a newborn baby wearing her tio’s infant sized steel toe boots, to her first day of school with Matty in their brand new uniforms, and the family group picture on that wonderful day when they all performed at Mariachi plaza. At the center of the table was a large glamour shot of Leti that her Papá had specially done, with a soft glow around her and her hair done up just like her Mamá’s. She had felt like a true princess that day and it was her favorite picture of herself. Then she saw the offerings.

“My accordion!” she squealed as she ran up to the ofrenda. “I’ve missed playing it! And strawberries from Rosita’s garden! She always grows the best strawberries, they’re as big as the palm of your hand!”

“Go ahead, mija. Pick them up!” Mirasol said.

“Pick them- really?” Leti looked at her accordion for a moment before placing a finger on it. It felt solid under her touch. She placed her hands on either side of it, making sure she had a good grip on it, and lifted it up with ease. Sort of. The accordion stayed in place on the ofrenda, but in her hands she held an exact copy of the instrument, glowing as orange and as translucent as she was. “Whoa…” She stretched out the bellows, listening as it musically inhaled, before pumping out a familiar oompah pah and swaying to the music. Her smile and excitement had returned. “Que padre! What did you guys get?”

“Looks like the usual. Pan de muerte, of course. Ooh, a very expensive bottle of tequila. Gracias, yerno. Aha, and best of all! ” Gaspar exclaimed as he held up a copy of a large bowl of seeds. “Pepitas! And lots of them too!” This was how Gaspar made his living both in Santa Cecilia and the Land of the Dead. He was renowned for his green thumb and grew the best vegetables and gourds around, but his specialty was pumpkins. His pumpkins always grew big and fat and were never quick to spoil, and Mirasol would always make wonderful food with the products they didn’t sell. Pumpkin soup, candied pumpkins, pumpkin empanadas, and plain roasted pepitas with a hint of salt.

“Some of my happiest memories with mi hija were just sitting on the front porch with her while we ate roasted pepitas and enjoyed each other’s company.” He let the pumpkin seeds run through his fingers as he looked fondly at them. “She always leaves me a bowl of them every year. It’s my favorite offering.” Mirasol wrapped an arm around Gaspar and he leant into her embrace while Leti smiled at them. “This is what Dia de Muertos is all about, Leticia. Seeing how much we are still loved by our living family because they remember the good times with us.”

“Mi amor, there’s another offering for you.” Mirasol pointed out.

“Eh?” Gaspar looked back at the ofrenda, and sure enough next to the pepitas was a paper envelope. He picked up a copy of it and looked inside. What he saw inside made him smile and he looked at Leti. “Strawberry roots.”

Mirasol gasped and smiled at Leti. “Dios mio. They must know that we’re looking after you! Oh, our daughter is so clever, and so thoughtful!”

Leti smiled. “Abuelito, you can grow me some strawberries?”

Gaspar harrumphed arrogantly. “I can grow anything if I set my mind to it, even from bedrock! Just you wait mija. I’ll grow you strawberries twice as big, twice as sweet, twice as juicy, twice as-”

“Matty…”

Leti stared at the doorway to the room, where there stood her beloved twin brother. Gaspar and Mirasol looked at their grandson and then at Leti. “We’ll leave you two alone, mija.” Mirasol said as she and Gaspar went back outside.

It was just the two of them now. Leti set down her accordion and waited as Matty walked over to the ofrenda and placed a thick envelope in front of Leti’s portrait. Her name was written on it in careful cursive letters, and she assumed that he had just learned how to write that way in school. Leti walked up to her brother and smiled. “Hola Matty… I know you can’t see me or hear me, but… I’ve missed you so so much! These past ten months all I’ve been thinking of was how you were doing.”

“I’m doing fine.”

Leti gave a startled gasp when Matty spoke. “Wh- Matty?! Y-you can hear-”

“In case you were wondering.” Matty continued.

Leti’s hopes dropped back down. He hadn’t heard her, he was just speaking out loud. It was pure coincidence that he was seemingly talking with her. Still she let him speak.

“I hope that you’re doing okay too. Mamá says that you’re with our abuelos in Heaven, so I hope they’re treating you well. You deserve it after everything you went through. I’m so sorry you got so sick and were in so much pain. For a long time I wished it was me instead of you that got sick, but you’d probably smack me on the back of the head for saying that.” Matty laughed, not feeling a skeletal hand pass through him as Leti tried to do just that.

“It still hurts Leti. Papá says it’ll get better, and it has, but it still hurts really bad. Your bed is still in our room, and I make sure that it’s always made and your stuffed animals are in the right spots, but… It doesn’t smell like you anymore. It’s like you’re slowly fading away and I can’t stop it. Pretty soon I’ll forget what your voice sounds like. All that’s left of you is in here.” He pointed to his head. “I don’t ever want that to fade away. I want to be back with you so badly, but… I guess I’ll just have to wait. Until then I’ll write you letters every Dia de Muertos so you’ll know what I’ve been doing all year. It’s okay that you can’t write me back. I know you’re okay now. I love you, hermana…”

His face crumpled and a soft cry escaped his lips as he scrubbed at his eyes. If she could Leti would have cried with him. Instead she stepped over to him and gave him a ghostly kiss on the forehead. “You feel better, Matty.”

As if he could feel it, Matty sniffed one last time and gazed at Leti’s picture on the ofrenda, smiling at it as he touched his forehead. Then he leant over and gave a kiss on her picture’s forehead as well. Leti was elated. Even though they were separated by death, their bond was still as strong as ever.

The peaceful moment was interrupted however when another figure came into the ofrenda room. Leti looked over and gasped in alarm. It was Barto! Why was one of Sergio’s goons at their house?! Despite there being little that she could do Leti still stood in front of her brother, providing a defensive barrier. “Gordo Barto! What are you doing here?! Don’t you dare-”

“Hola, Matty.” Barto said cheerfully. “Sorry I’m late.”

To Leti’s surprise Matty turned around and smiled when he saw the other boy. “Hey Barto! Wow, I’m actually surprised you’re this early. Weren’t you and your family going to the cemetary?”

Barto waved a hand. “Eh, we’re done already. Mi Papá’s way of celebrating Dia de Muertos is ‘Hola Abuela. Here’s some galletas. Adios Abuela.’ It basically takes about five minutes and then we just do whatever we want for the rest of the evening. Besides…” He took a large jar out of his knapsack and handed it to Matty. “I wanted to leave this for your family’s ofrenda. For Leti.”

Matty gasped as he took the jar. “You filled up a whole jar with strawberry hard candies?! How many bags did you have to buy to fill it?!”

“Ten.” Barto said proudly.

“What about the other flavors?” Matty asked. As Barto looked at the ground guiltily Matty laughed. “En serio?!”

“They don’t call me Gordo Barto for nothing.” Barto laughed back as he pulled out a small paper sack and handed it to Matty. “I didn’t eat all of it though, I saved you some mango ones. Good thing too, I was about to throw up from all the sugar.”

“Well gracias, amigo.” Matty said as he put the jar on the ofrenda. “Are you going to stay and eat with us?”

“No, Mamá has dinner waiting for me. But I suppose I could eat a little before I go home.” Barto wrapped an arm around Matty’s shoulder and they walked outside. “Luis and I passed the spelling test, by the way. Thanks to you…”

Leti was stunned at what she was witnessing. Matty and Barto were friends now?! It looked like they were enjoying each other’s company, and she detected no malice in Barto’s words. Things must have really changed since she had left. Now she was definitely going to read Matty’s letter when she got back to the Land of The Dead! Still she smiled as she took a copy of the jar and placed it in her knapsack. It seemed she didn’t have to worry about Matty at all. He was strong and he had a long, full life ahead of him. She wasn’t sure how long it would be, but she knew she would at least be there for him once a year until they met again.

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Three empty chairs had been set out for the deceased and the three ghosts sat down in them, pulling copies of plates and bowls of food towards them when it was time to eat. Dinner was delicious, though that wasn’t a surprise, and Gaspar had managed to stuff himself full to the point that he was left moaning and slouched in his chair. Leti had to wonder how it was possible for a skeleton to get indigestion, but Mirasol said that some things just couldn’t be explained in the Land of the Dead as she rubbed her husband’s back.

As the living family ate they also told stories about Gaspar, Mirasol and Leti. Matty told Barto about the time he and Leti had snuck into Héctor’s liquor cabinet in the middle of the night when they were five, wanting to taste some of Papá’s special grownup drinks. They both managed to knock down three shots each before they stumbled drunkenly into their parent’s bedroom, vomiting and crying as the world wouldn’t stop tilting and swirling. Leti hid her face in her hands as her grandfather nudged her and laughed, but soon she was the one laughing when Imelda told them all of the time Gaspar got bucked off a donkey and thrown into a huge dung heap.

“Why is it always the embarrassing stories?” Gaspar grumbled.

“Because those are the best kind! The most memorable!” Leti said brightly, and Gaspar couldn’t help but smile back.

After dinner the family made their way to Santa Cecilia’s cemetery and Leti got her first good look at her gravestone. It felt a little weird looking at it, knowing that her remains were buried in that crypt. “Can I go inside it? I wanna see if my skull has these same markings.”

Mirasol grabbed her granddaughter as she made a move to dive in. “Atata. No mija. Trust me, it isn’t pretty.” She glanced and shook her head at Gaspar, who shuddered at the memory of when he had done the very same thing to his own grave.

Candles were lit at each gravestone and the living family prayed for the wellbeing of their dearly departed. Then they gathered on the hill by the church to watch the fireworks, and Leti was reminded of her Tio Nesto and wishing he was there with them. Maybe next year.

Hours had passed and the three dead Riveras were still at the house even after the living family had all gone to bed, simply watching their loved ones sleep. Leti kissed her parents, her tios, and Coco goodnight, saving Matty for last. She had watched him sleep the longest out of everyone else, but soon she heard Mirasol calling out for her. It was almost sunrise and it was time to go. She leant over and gave Matty a kiss on the cheek, and just like before it seemed as if he had felt it as he snuggled deeper into sleep with a smile. “Adios Matty. See you next year. I love you too.”

And so the three skeletons went back across the Marigold Bridge and into the Land of the Dead, with Mirasol and Gaspar swaying side to side as Leti skipped and played on her accordion the whole way there.

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