#he wants to just stay inside with her and talk about business or something bloody or something that feels familiar ):

[rietveild]

❝ we have a party to go to. ❞ ➝ @wraythic

in the days he'd spent near inej, he'd grown to wonder when the act ended and reality began. there were so many eyes, always watching, waiting to see if the boy with the cane and the girl who moved without sound would slip up and reveal to the world that they didn't belong in the rolling hills of the wealthy.

so, kaz had stolen time. conversations through a closed bathroom door as both got ready. both of them sitting in silence, him studying her silhouette. watching her fingers weave braids through her hair as she sat perched atop the bed and he sat, worlds away, at a desk on the other side of the room, relishing in the distance they hadn't been afforded for the past week. they were all flashes, memories of the routine they'd shared before the job.

but now isn't the time for memories, nor does it do him any good to linger on the memories of stolen flashes. ❝ we do. ❞ he puts an arm through his jacket and looks over to her. she's on her toes and leaning forward, her lips parting as she applies mascara. he wishes desperately they didn't have to leave the house.

what if we just stayed here? he wishes he could say it.

ask her. why would she refuse you? ask her.

❝ inej ... ❞ no. he would not throw away all of the progress they had made on this job for something so pointless. he didn't feel anything, he was just ... confused. and tired. yes, that was it. kaz clears his throat and his hopes die with it, ❝ have you looked at the itinerary of events, yet ? these idiots throw their money at such useless pastimes. michelle hired a party planner. ❞

[holylulusworld]

BFG (6)

Summary: He’s new to town and just your type…

Pairing: Reacher x Plussized!Reader

Warnings: fluff, light smut, unprotected sex, cowgirl, angst

A/N: Please consider that I do not follow the exact storyline of season one. Some characters known from the show may appear.

Catch up here: BFG (5)

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“Reacher stay away from KJ for the time being. We need to keep things low.” 

You hear Reacher and someone else argue outside of your house. You know the voice. It must be Oscar Finley, the Chief of Detectives of your sleepy little town. 

He likes to come around for coffee, a slice of pie, and a conversation. Finley likes that you are not into gossip and are not from Margrave. Once in a while, he sits at your café to talk to you. - If he finds the time.

“I won’t make any promises if he doesn’t leave Y/N and her business alone,” Reacher’s deep voice dominates the conversation. “He got lucky that you and Roscoe stopped me before I killed him.”

“Reacher, we don’t kill people out of anger.”

“You don’t kill them,” you can hear the smirk in Reacher’s voice. “If he doesn’t stay away from my woman, he’ll regret it.”

Your heart flutters listening to the things Reacher says about you. He tells Finley that you are important to him and that he won’t let anyone hurt you.

“I gotta get inside. I promised Y/N to be on time,” Reacher says. “We will meet tomorrow, and talk about our next steps. Keep it low until then.”

“Keep it low?” Finley asks. “You are the one storming into the restaurant like an angry bull only to knock KJ and his friends out.”

Reacher chuckles. 

“I mean it. We need to be smart. If what we assume is true, we need to be careful. We don’t want to put Y/N or anyone else in this town in danger.”

“We won’t,” Reacher says and opens your door. He silently closes it and sighs deeply.

“Hi,” you greet Reacher. “How was your…” You gasp when your eyes land on his bloody shirt and split knuckles. “No! You got hurt.” You grab his wrist to guide him upstairs and inside your bedroom. “Sit down, I gotta check on you.”

He takes off his shirt, dropping it to the ground. “It’s not my blood.” Reacher shows you his chest. “See. There is nothing to worry about.”

“Your hands,” you remind him of his split knuckles. “You did something to KJ. Right?” 

Reacher watches you walk inside the bathroom to get a first aid kit.

“It’s nothing, peach pie. I had it much worse.”

“That’s no reason to not be worried about you,” you point out as you place the first aid kit on the bed. “I’ll clean the cuts and take care of you.”

“You took very good care of me since we met,” Reacher grabs your hips to guide you between his spread legs. “Why don’t you let me take care of you tonight?” He looks up at you while guiding your hands to his shoulders. 

“Reacher,” you breathe his name. “Stop distracting me! I’m angry at you for getting hurt.”

He gives you one of his rare smiles. “Come here, peach pie,” he grabs you and helps you straddle his lap. “Much better. Now, you can check on me while I check on you.”

“You’re unbelievable,” you wrap one arm around his neck while he is having a blast groping your ass. “Reacher!”

“My hands are fine, Y/N,” he purrs your name. “It’s nothing, really. I swear it doesn’t even hurt.”

“I’ll clean it either way,” you press your lips to his cheek. “Maybe in the showers to get every inch of you clean.”

“Maybe you should get me dirty before you try to get me clean,” he cocks a brow when you wrap your other arm around his neck too. “Or I’ll get you dirty.”

“You’re so…” He claims your lips in a heated kiss before you can say more. Reacher wraps his strong arms around your body and holds you close to his chest. “Reacher.”

“Come on, peach pie. Let me have a taste of your sweetness again before we go back to scolding me for getting hurt.”

Reacher watches you move on top of him. He grips your hips tighter to guide your movement. “You look so good on top of me,” he husks your name and calls you his sweet peach pie again. “I know you are close.”

You hope that he doesn’t lie. Riding a man is something you don’t feel comfortable most of the time. But you trust Reacher, and he’s strong enough to guide your movement and take every swirl of your hips. “Reacher.”

“I’ve got you, baby. Just let go.” He looks up at you in adoration, mesmerized by the sight of you. “If not, I’ll explode inside of your perfect little cunt.”

“Do it,” you lean over his body to kiss him softly. “Come on. I want to feel it.” You grind into him, pushing yourself and Reacher slowly toward you high. “Fill me up. Leave a reminder that you’ve been here at all.”

It took you two weeks to clean your diner and replace the broken windows. You reopened the diner and acted like nothing happened.

If you show weakness in front of men like KJ, you are done for. They can sense fear and try to hit your weak spot. 

Reacher won’t stick around for much longer, even though he spent most of his free time with you.

You heard rumors about the deaths of Kliner, KJ, and some other people involved in money laundry.

You had to hear from Roscoe that one of the victims of KJ’s crimes was Reacher’s brother. Joe Reacher fell victim to his investigations.

Reacher didn’t want to talk about his loss, or what happened when he was not with you.

One night he stormed into your house, told you to hide, and pushed a shotgun into your hands. He came back hours later, battered and bruised but alive.

Reacher spent the night with you, fucking all the tension out of your body. He held you tight and promised that the danger was over and that no one would ever threaten you again.

“Y/N, did you hear me?” Sally Ann brings you out of your thoughts. “Are you alright?” she asks, worriedly watching you clean the counter. “Is something wrong?”

“No,” you give her a pained smile. You sigh and shake your head. “It’s nothing. Just a little headache.”

The truth is, you are distracted because you count the minutes before Reacher tells you that he will leave town forever.

Reacher never stays in one place for longer than needed.

This won’t change only because you had sex a few times.

The day you feared the most arrived two days later. Reacher packed his things and nervously shuffled around your kitchen. He tried to find the right words to say his goodbyes.

He watched you walk inside the kitchen unsure how to tell you it was time to leave.

You showed mercy and took the lead. There was no use in pretending he’ll stay to be with you.

“So, this is goodbye, I guess,” you step before him to run your hand over his wide chest, gently patting it. “I’m gonna miss having you around to eat the leftovers. You’ve got strong hands to repair things too.”

He chuckles, deep and rich.

“Maybe I’ll come back to taste your peach pie,” he smirks, making you chuckle. 

“Reacher don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep,” your eyes sadden, but you smile, nonetheless. You knew from the beginning that he would leave town sooner than later. “But, if you want to come back one day,” you place the key to your house in his hand and close his hand, “you are welcome to stay here again.”

“If I ever come back to town, it’s for you,” he stuffs the keys in his pocket to cup your face. Reacher kisses you softly, savoring the moment you melt into him.

You wrap your arms around his waistline and hide your face in his chest. Fuck, you will miss him like hell. “If you ever come back, I’ll be very happy. The dog too.”

He kisses the top of your head and wraps his arms around you to hold you for a while. Reacher whispers your name and kisses your temple a few times before parting from you.

“I should go now,” he whispers.

“I know…”

You reluctantly let go of Reacher and turn to leave the kitchen to have a moment to calm down and push the tears away. You take deep breaths and try not to cry when he follows you.

“If you ever need my help,” he cups your face, “I left a number on your nightstand. She’s a friend and knows how to find me.”

“Okay,” you swallow thickly. “I want you to be careful. Don’t make me find you to slap your ass.”

He chuckles. “I promise to watch my back.” Reacher kisses you one last time. “I swear.”

“Good.”

You watch him step out of your house and wring your hands.

Watching Reacher walk away is hard. It breaks your heart because he takes a part of you with him. 

He managed to worm his way into your heart within a few weeks, and you don’t know if you’ll ever recover from this whirlwind romance, or whatever you want to call what you had with him.

When he’s out of sight you close the door and start to cry.

“Fuck,” you curse yourself for falling for him.

How could you do this to yourself?

BFG (7)

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[that-tmr-girl]

Why Choose? (Newt x Thomas x Reader Smut)

When you hear Thomas and Newt talking about you, you decide you don't have to choose.

Threesome, teasing, fingering, vaginal sex, praise kink, overstimulation

Greenie was interesting. Really interesting. With his questions and attitude and attractiveness. He was something else.

Newt has always been interesting. With his track-hoe outfit and commanding voice and build. He had been the only one to catch my eye until Thomas.

I should be concerned, scared even. I know that hearing them say what they want to do to me should worry me.

The thing is I really wanted to do those things. I had fantasized about them and woken up soaked after those dreams. It was just something I couldn't explain but wanted anyway. It didn't have to make sense for it to be true.

“Y/N, she's gotta be with someone, right? If she's the only girl?”Thomas reasoned. Stopping in my tracks, I held my breath as I listened to their private conversation in the deadheads.

One that I had to hear.

“Somehow no. Nobody's just caught her eye I guess,”Newt shrugged.

“Oh. That's interesting I guess,”He trailed off.

“You in love with the girl, Thomas?”He teased.

“No,”He instantly defended, his face turning red. “I just think she's kind of cute,”He mumbled.

“Course you do.”

“I mean do you think she's cute?”He trailed off.

“You wanna know what I think of Y/N?”

“I mean yeah.”

“That she’s sweet. She's a great friend, she's caring, she’s soft, she’s the best bloody thing to happen to this place. I think she's great, and I’d take the chance to be with her like any bloke.”

“Like with her or with her?”

“Both.”

With my face flushing at his words, I turned and stared at the ground as I took in his words. It was insane. Absolutely insane. I mean yes. I do feel the same for him, but at the same time Thomas is just so special. At the same time though, Newt is special. At the same, same time, one conversation can't actually tell much. I mean, not one that I’m not participating in.

But he wants me the way I want him. Or more like the ways I want him. I want to hold his hand and sit with him every Greenie night but at the same time, end up in his bed while everyone else is busy.

Thomas though, I want him too. I want to watch the stars and stay up all night talking to him while also staying up all night because of him arching my back.

With my face only getting warmer, I glanced back at them and listened to more of the conversation.

“Don't look at me like that, mate. I see the way you stare at her.”

“So do you,”Thomas shot back.

“The difference is I never denied it, did I?”

With my breath hitching in my throat, I thought about what to do for a moment. On one hand, I keep to myself. I’m almost shy and quiet.

On the other hand, why not be bold for once? Why not go after what I want?

Without even thinking about it I stepped out of my hiding spot. Walking over to them, I kept my expression blank as they looked up at my footsteps. As they both turned red it was clear they realized I had overheard.

Finding myself unable to speak, I just grabbed their hands and pulled them up. Putting my finger to my lips, I gestured for them to follow me. Without hesitation, they did so. Holding back a grin, I led them past the trees and to the very edge of the Homestead, where my hut was. While it was specifically made to keep boys out, Alby hadn't said anything about bringing them inside.

Opening my door, I looked back to see them right behind me. Walking inside, I watched them follow suit.

“I’m sorry. I-”

Cutting Thomas off, I pushed my lips against his. After freezing for a moment, he slipped his warm tongue into my mouth. Realizing what was happening, Newt closed my door.

Thomas trailed his hand down my stomach, into my pants. Circling my clit, he made me moan into his mouth. Harshly tugging his hair, I felt the wetness drip down my thighs. Groaning in my mouth, he stuck a finger inside of me before pulling away from my mouth. Attacking my neck, he nibbled on my skin, leaving marks. Moaning louder, I felt my legs shake as he added another finger. Just as I was right there, he pulled away.

With a desperate whine I pulled my pants down, letting my underwear follow. Looking me up and down, he let his eyes travel on my body as he pulled his pants off. Tugging my shirt over my head, I threw it on the floor.

Pushing me against the wall, he placed his dick by my entrance. Looking at me for consent, when I nodded he carefully pushed himself inside of me. Digging my nails into his back, I moaned his name. Grabbing my legs, he wrapped them around his waist as he repeatedly pulled out and slammed into me. With my back arching against the wall, I felt my eyes roll back to my head at the pleasure. Dragging my nails down his back, I repeated his name as he kept pulling out and pushing in. With the knot in my core getting worse, as I was right there he pulled out. With tears almost filling my eyes at the teasing, I threw my head back as he dropped me from around him.

I didn't have to worry though as he let Newt stand in front of me. Already undressed, he asked if I wanted this. The second I said yes he penetrated me. Resting my head on his shoulder, I closed my eyes against my will as my body shook. Holding my waist, he started to increase his pace, grunting near my ear as he did. With desperate sounds leaving me, I was already close. As my walls clenched around him he twitched inside of me.

“I’m gonna cum,”I moaned. Going harder, as he slammed into me once more he filled me up. Coming to my release as well, both out liquids spilled down my legs.

Pressing his lips against mine, he was a much more gentle kisser. With his hands under my jaw, he took my breath away all over again.

When he was satisfied he grabbed my hips and picked me up. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his shoulders as he carried me to my bed. Laying me down, he waved Thomas over. Squirming at just the thought, I watched as he positioned himself over me.

“Are you ready?”

“Yes,”I honestly answered.

Accepting it, he pulled his shirt over his head, revealing the outline of his abs from his time in the Glade. Instinctively looking down as my face turned red, when I saw his hard, veiny cock, it got worse.

“Please don't tease me this time?”I begged through shaky breaths.

“You look too good to tease anymore,”He said firmly. When I let out a sound of delight at his words he aligned himself with my entrance. Staring at the ceiling, I whimpered again as he pushed his tip into me. “It’s okay. I won't go fast,”He promised, slowly pushing more of himself into me. Shutting my eyes, tears spilled from them at the overstimulation. With his hands on my shoulders, he gradually fit himself all the way inside. With strangled noises leaving me, I opened my eyes as he held himself still, letting me adjust yet again. Wrapping my arms around his back, I dug my nails into his skin at the familiar pleasure. When he heard me moan in his ear he pulled out just to slam back into me, making me gasp.

Repeating his action, he seemed to get deeper with each thrust. With my body shaking, I clung to him as he started grunting. With his hands on my thighs, he spread my legs wider as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. With his chest pressed against mine, he filled me up while sucking and biting my skin. Arching my back, I let my hands go to my side as I twisted the sheets. Grabbing them, he pinned them above my head as he sped up, making the knot in my core get worse. Twitching inside of me, he got sloppier as he pushed his lips against mine. With my eyes still rolling to the back of my head, I moaned in his mouth as he ran his fingers through my hair. As I was right there he pulled his lips away, biting down on my neck. Arching my back again, I screamed his name as I came. With another thrust, he twitched before filling me with his seed, spilling from my thighs. With our breathing raspy, we stayed there for a moment until he pulled out.

“My turn,”Newt said simply, getting on top of me. Placing himself over my soaked pussy, he looked at me for consent. The second I nodded he put his hands on my shoulders as he slammed into me. Letting out a whimper at the way I was being penetrated again, I was held still as my body shook. Keeping his pace, he moaned praises in my ear at each thrust. Feeling my toes curl as the pressure in my stomach never seemed to end, I threw my head back as he kept pushing himself into me. With black dots clouding my vision, I was making incoherent sounds. Twitching inside of me, he grabbed my waist to keep me from moving my hips up. Crashing his lips against mine, he made my eyes roll to the back of my head as he was absolutely ruthless. Moaning in his mouth, I released all over him. Carelessly pulling out and pushing in, he kept going as he pulled his mouth away, looking at my face. Barely able to breathe, I moaned as his warm liquids filled me up. Groaning, he made sure I was dripping before he pulled out.

“You’ve been such a good girl. Taking us like that,”He praised in my ear, sending chills up my spine. Kissing my forehead, he then sat me up, pushing me against the headboard.

“Hands and knees,”He commanded. Managing to do what he said, I felt my arms shake. Grabbing my waist, he made sure I was stable before nodding at Thomas.

Getting behind me, he aligned himself with my entrance before asking if I was okay. When I said I was he gently pushed into me. With overstimulation leaving me sensitive, he had to hold my waist to keep me up. Being slower, he kept saying soft praises each time he would push into me. Letting out more sounds, I dropped my head as he kept his gentle pace.

“You’re doing so good, pretty girl. Taking us so well,”He moaned as the never ending knot returned. Panting as my knees kept threatening to give out, I felt him tighten his grip as he noticed. “Fuck, you feel good. So fucking good,”He grunted. Dropping my head, my walls clenched around him. Pushing into me again, he held himself there as we both came. When he pulled out he slowly laid me on my back. With my legs shaking, I was close to tears as the feeling of them.

“You did so well,”He praised as he helped me on my back. Breathing heavily, I couldn't even nod my head. In fact, I couldn't even move.

“It’s okay, love,”Newt sighed, carefully pulling one of his boxers up my shaking legs. With my vision just barely returning, I stared at the ceiling as I admittedly wore an almost love sick smile.

Thomas pulled one of his shirts over my head, leaving me completely dressed. With both of them in their boxers, they each crawled on the opposite side of me, leaving me in the middle. With their arms wrapped around me, the feeling of safety and affection left me happier than I could ever say. Running my hands through both of their hair, I shut my eyes as I drifted off to sleep, way too happy and tired to ask what this meant. All I knew is that I was more than hoping it would happen again.

[drefear]

Sympathy

Based on this ask, have some angst and smut.

Miguel goes on a mission and hears some of his biggest fears become reality for this villain, then coming home to you.

TW: Sad story, angst, fear, smut, crying.

Bright red webs shot out of Miguel’s wrists as he yanked himself higher, bloodied and wounded from the mission he was currently on. He didn’t have backup often, but today he needed it, and Hobie was late. He held off the anomaly for as long as he could before Hobie got there, then calling in one more spider as the two could barely hold their own. Lyla sent Ben to help and the three were currently having issues with the beast, a Sandman that was rampaging and aiming straight for a hospital. 

“He’ll break the canon!” Miguel’s voice was hoarse as Hobie webbed the Sandman, him and Ben grabbing the enemy as Miguel threw a trap at its feet. 

“Let me out!” He bellowed as lazers surrounded him and kept him trapped in the nanotechnology. Miguel’s shoulders heaved as the sandman pounded on the buzzing tech and finally fell to his knees. 

“Please let me out… I just… I lost my family.” He froze at the villain's words, eyes glancing back at the cowering man. “You lost them?”

“My wife was going to divorce me and take my daughter, and I lost it… ended up killing them both and now I’m here.” Miguel’s eyes widened at the admission and he felt his heart ache. He knew what that was like, to make an accident and lose everything. 

“You’ll be back home soon.” He answered, trying to keep a straight face and now frown too much. He didn’t want the other two spiders to see any type of vulnerable reaction. 

His mind ran back to Gabriella, to how she smiled and the day she disappeared in his arms from his own doing. 

And then he thought of you. 

You with your soft hair and magnetic smile, melodic voice that made him feel easy when he needed to calm down. 

As Hobie went to take the villain away, Miguel stopped him. 

“Why was she going to divorce you?” He looked down at the man curiously. 

“She said I worked too much, I neglected her and our daughter…” He rambled and Miguel stayed quiet, then letting Ben and Hobie take him back to HQ. 

His mind was racing from the villain's words. 

Had he been neglecting you?

He did work a lot, and recently, you’d both been very busy. The spot anomaly was taking up most of his days and nights, usually leaving you alone for long periods unless it was just cuddling your sleeping form and waking up to you gone, cooking him lunch and wrapping it up in a bag for him to take to HQ. 

See, you both were busy, it wasn’t just him. 

But the nagging in the back of his mind didn’t stop. 

He finished the paper work he needed to in a frantic rush, scribbling and typing as fast as he could. He needed to see you, talk to you, hear you say that you still loved him. 

He’d almost failed to ‘thread the needle’ like he taught all recruits, on his way home, almost in a manic state as he climbed up the side of your shared apartment building with his claws. Hopping onto your balcony, he quietly slid open the glass door and heard you humming quietly, the shower running. You hummed when you were thinking, which worried him. What were You thinking about? 

“Mi reina?” He called out, testing if you seemed upset with him or not. 

“Miguelito?” You answered, popping your head out of the bathroom and smiling. “You’re home early, did something happen at HQ?” You inquired, going back into the bathroom to get back in the shower. He pulled his clothing off as he followed you like a puppy, hands itching to touch your celestial skin. A trail of his clothes could be found from the living room to the bathroom door, as he saw your frame behind the glass shower door, scrubbing your scalp. His hands found the bathroom door as he tapped gently, watching you turn and give him a gentle smile. “Hard day?” 

He slides open the door and wraps his arms around you as he steps inside, tucking his head into your shoulder as the warm water heats up the air around you both. You can feel the tension in his shoulders as he leans his head on your shoulder and slumps forward to lean a bit on you. You let out a little surprised laugh as you card your fingers through his hair and hear him give a soft sigh of comfort. 

“Just need you.” He mumbles and closes his eyes, gripping your hips tightly. You understood the unspoken confession; he needed comfort. 

Turning to face him, your hands tangled into his brown curls as the water bounced off of his broad back and you planted soft, gentle kisses to his shoulder while his forehead creased deeper. He couldn’t turn off his mind, the curse of being brilliant, but you knew how to at least quiet the thoughts. Pulling his face to yours, you finally collided your lips with his and kissed him in languide, relaxed strokes of your tongue against his. 

“Bebe…” He whispered against your mouth and sank deeper into your embrace, needing the comfort and love you gave him. 

“I know.” You moved to turn off the water and pull him out of the shower towards your bedroom, but he couldn’t wait any longer. Lifting you up, he sat you on the counter and tucked his head into the crook of your neck, kissing his way down toward your naval and between your thighs. His tongue licked flat against your folds and your spine shot up straight with electricity, eyes fluttering shut from pleasure. His eyes caught the sight of you blushing from his mouth and continued to slowly dine on you, a never ending dinner of sounds he could eat up and not once get full. His fingers held the plush of your legs and moved one calf over his shoulder, pushing his nose against your bundle of nerves and making you whine louder, flicking his tongue into your hole with practiced movements he knew you loved. His pretty little wife was his biggest weakness, and he was yours as well, always addicted to being on him, around him, full of him. Miguel sucked on you and made your head feel light, snapping your hips a bit into his face and turning even more red from not being able to control your own body because of him. Your orgasm hit like a wall and you shivered, clenching on his tongue as he slowed to let you roll through it with ease. 

Standing up once more, he slotted himself between your legs and you held his face in your smaller hands, eyes connected and refusing to look away from each other. 

“Miguelito… Did something happen?” You whispered and he just nodded, his thumb finding your clit and forcing a pitiful sound from your throat. He didn’t want to talk about it, that was now clear, and you would do anything to help him feel better. “So beautiful…” He mumbled as he pushed the head of his cock against you, sliding against your wet juices now soaking him and finally pushing into you. The stretch burned for a split second before his cock nudged a spot that made your vision blur around the edges and your mouth drop open. The grunt he released was one of need, of relief, and it made you even more hungry for him, to sooth him. His hands fell to your waist as he began a steady, even pace and rocked against you as you wrapped your arms around his neck. Leaning your forehead to his chest, you could barely breathe as you felt so imbued with him and only him. Every pent up emotion seemed to pour out of him when you two had sex, and right now, his upset dripped from his skin like honey. The tension was thick with underlying love and urgency. 

The pace never got much quicker, he continued to move in tandem with you as you cried out and felt him hitting every spot he knew you loved, the soaked cavern of your body becoming a home for him now. 

His eyes watched as your face contorted and flinched at every pull of his cock inside of you, gasping a bit every thrust back in. You felt the hot sensation building in your lower body once more, the flex of your leg muscles as your body shook, heels pushing into his back and egging him to keep going. “I’m so close…” You whispered, pitching becoming higher and higher as you felt tears prick your eyes from stimulation of his head bumping your sensitive spots continuously. 

“Let go, mi vida.” He instructed you and just his words had a masterful effect on you, shaking and sobbing through the slow orgasm that held your mind in a chokehold and your body captive. He followed behind you, feeling your whole being convulse and shudder because of him. White painted your insides as he stilled and forced the combined essence of you both as far in you as it could be. He huffed and panted with you, the sound of your heaving breaths all that could be heard. Your eyes scanned him over to check on him, and that’s when you noticed his eyes becoming glassy and wet. 

“Oh, darling…” You spoke and cupped his face again, leaning your head to his and hearing him sniffle. “Please don’t leave… I love you, I’m sorry…” A cold sweat broke over you at his begging and you stared at him, confused. 

“What did you do?” You asked, fear lacing your veins. 

“I’ve been neglecting you, I haven’t been good enough for you-” 

“Oh, no no, Miguel.” You interrupted him and pressed a finger to his lips to quiet him. “You haven’t neglected me, you’re busy. I’m here, I promise, stop worrying about us. I love you.” You assured and pet his cheek a bit, trying to give him some peace of mind.

“I’m right here.”

[willowhistle]

how season 4 of tvd should have gone (klaroline edition):

- caroline breaks up with tyler near the start of the season like the writers should’ve done

- she partly blames klaus for their breakup (rome wasn’t built in a day okay)

- but then after having the best date w him at the miss mystic thing in exchange for a hybrid she starts to warm up to him (+ the date didn’t end when it did, instead of going to talk to stefan straight away after, she comes home late because she spent most of the evening sat talking with klaus - and she’ll totally deny it - but she was so caught up in talking to him that she barely realised everyone from the event was long gone and they were still sat on that bench together) he totally offers to drop her off home like the gentleman he is btw but she says no and decides she’s spent enough time w klaus for the day

- cue confused and conflicted caroline

- tyler and hayley still try and kill klaus w the hybrid plot but caroline isn’t involved bc she’s not w tyler anymore. oh and klaus kills hayley instead of making the stupidest decision of his life

- klaroline still have their spat though before going to find bonnie and the 12 witches and that whole “you’re in need of comfort” scene plays out the same too bc they wouldn’t be klaroline without the back and forth arguing and conflicting feelings and denial

- but when the gilberts kill kol and trap klaus inside of the house, caroline’s a lot more gentle about it

- but klaus still ends up biting her bc despite the fact they’re not together tyler would still probably care about her to some degree and he’d ofc be running his mouth so klaus would feel like he’d have to get back at him

- and i could never want to get rid of the scene where he chooses her over revenge against tyler (and realises how important caroline is to him)

- that all plays out as normal but instead of her leaving the next day as if nothing happened i’d like to think she stays w klaus until the barrier is lifted. he’s definitely shocked by that decision (and so is she tbh but her bleeding heart is making the choice on that one and despite her head telling her to go leave and help her friends who hate the guy she’s currently sat with, she can’t help listening to her heart that’s demanding she stay sat with him)

- and they both totally start out rlly snarky with each other bc they have issues let’s be honest. but she eases up and becomes a lot softer when he first mentions kol to her since his death.

- and he becomes a lot softer every time he looks at her bloodied shirt from where he staked her bc while he’s not one to feel guilt or regret, caroline manages to bring out these new feelings within him

- and by the time the barrier is lifted they both feel a lot more calm. they practically melted into the other’s presence. and they know a lot more about each other. like caroline could now list 10 historical figures that klaus has met and how his encounters w them ended (some a bit bloody). and klaus could tell you all the things caroline enjoys about being a vampire (bc she finally admitted that she prefers herself this way after a gentle nudge from klaus) - although he could probably tell you that before their conversation

- but life gets in the way again and caroline goes to deal w her friends (who question her endlessly about where she’s been but don’t actually care about the answer beyond annoyance at her bc they’re busy discussing what they’re gonna do next about the cure)

- but if caroline finds herself not running away the next time she’s alone at the grill and klaus goes up to her, she can’t blame anything except for this weird longing she has to talk to him or just spend time with him.

- so she does

- klaus 100% goes home all giddy and blushing after spending time w caroline for something that’s not a distraction, or a plot, or life or death, but just them two and nothing else in between.

- caroline on the other hand goes home expecting to freak out and feel angry with herself or disappointed but struggles to bc how could she when she feels so light and relaxed for the first time in ages (if she’s really being honest with herself, for the first time since she spent the day with klaus at the miss mystic event)

- cue caroline not putting up w as much of non humanity elena’s BS because she has klaus whispering in her ear half the time to not just sit there and take it. and that it’s not her issue to worry about elena to the point of coddling or treat her as something fragile.

- when silas gets in klaus’ head most of that goes the same. i mean they’d probably be a lot more friendly w each other (?) but they’d still have that big argument w the whole “don’t turn your back on me” bc again it’s a big point for klaroline in my mind

- but it definitely ends a lot different in my head (with a kiss, or a make out session bc all that tension and then relief at none of the pain being real has to go somewhere)

- the clean up would be a tad more awkward after bc caroline would NOT want to address the kissing, but she doesn’t immediately run out on him after which says tons

- him thanking her having more longing eye contact than it did in the show (somehow), and caroline’s reaction to the “friends, then?” line from klaus having a MUCH more different meaning. bc they’d just done something far beyond friendly. but she’s not going to be the first to address it… yet

[zablife]

Hello, Lee! I don't know If you already choose the character to write your fluff fic, but it's a little idea: reader/oc is a bit insecure and she doesn't know if her s/o truly loves her or not (It's a new relationship). Maybe because that day in particular her s/o was busy or tired and maybe was a little rude, but unintentionally! He could never, he loves her. But he was having a bad day. But she decided to say nothing. So, at night when they're in bed he starts talking in his sleep and he says something cute about her: I love you, I need you, idk something nice. And that's when she realises that he loves her ❤️.

No characters. Just something to help you in your fluff era 😅❤️.

I'm Listening

Tommy x reader (Fluff w/ a hint of smut)

"We have to rethink our strategy," you warned. "The Sabini family will be expecting an attack and that puts us all in danger."

"For fuck sake, that was because of your big mouth!" Tommy argued.

"Me? You're the one who angered Darby at the luncheon! Do you really think he'll trust you now?" you asked, huffing out a laugh.

Tommy slammed his hands onto the desk. "Yes, because I fucking say so, Y/n!" he yelled. You jumped at the volume of his voice as it echoed throughout the room. Your fiance could be forceful when he wanted to be and you had to know your place when he decided to assert his dominance. A hush fell over those seated at the table, seeing you both at odds and the meeting quickly adjourned.

Polly found you outside later, offering a smoke and a word of advice. "He knows you're right. Too bloody stubborn to say so," she said with a shake of her head. Softening her voice tenderly she added, "He loves you and he doesn't mean any of it."

"Of course," you muttered as you fumbled with your lighter. You tried to convince yourself of that fact as your driver chauffeured you home, but it was cold comfort.

Tommy didn't arrive in time for dinner. Instead, you ate in the kitchen alone and had a long hot soak in the tub. Then you slipped quietly into bed, hoping tomorrow would be better. Tossing and turning in your sleep, you reached out toward Tommy's empty side of the bed, wishing he would come home.

Then suddenly in the middle of the night, Tommy was there, sitting bolt upright. Panting for breath he called out, "Fuck...I...I dreamt you were gone."

"I'm right here," you said in confusion, sliding closer to rub his chest comfortingly.

"All the things I said today," he muttered, swallowing harshly.

"S'alright, Tom. You didn't mean it," you apologized for him.

He turned to face you, gripping your face between calloused palms. He shook his head earnestly. "I didn't, I swear it. You're my whole world. If I lost you..." he choked up, thinking of the dream he'd had moments before.

The tunnel had collapsed with you inside, buried in the dirt and mud he could practically feel caked to him now. He had called out to you saying he could go on without reinforcing the muddy walls when the supports around him began shaking precariously. His stubbornness keeping him from making his way to you up ahead. Why the fuck hadn't he listened? Tears pricked his eyes as he grasped your hand. "I never meant to lose you, you know," he confessed.

"You haven't lost me, Tom," you said, ducking your head to search his eyes. He was beginning to scare you.

"Good, because I always want you by my side," he said, eyes boring a hole into you.

"I believe you," you assured him, sensing his fright. You took his head into your lap and carded your fingers through his hair until you felt his breathing even out. There were times you knew he wanted to be a better man for you and that's why you stayed, to show Tommy how strong you could be together.

In the morning you woke tangled up in Tommy's arms, feeling his fingertips caress your skin. He smiled at you as he observed your hand resting over his hardening cock, eyes flicking to yours and you smirked back at him. "Someone's happy to see me this morning," you giggled. "Definitely not worried about Darby anymore I see."

"Oi, no more talk about him in the bedroom," Tommy warned playfully, his voice low and still rough with sleep.

As you began stroking him languidly beneath the sheet, you asked, "Going to tell me I have a big mouth again or shall I show you?"

"Cheeky, I like that," he replied as a laugh rumbled from deep within his chest.

Before you could slide down the bed, he caught your chin in his palm and tilted it up to look him in the eye. The flirtatiousness had dissipated and an apologetic look washed over him as he asked, "No more fighting, eh? I promise to listen to you more."

"I like the sound of that," you agreed, pushing yourself toward him for a tender kiss.

[dr-spencer-reids-queen]

Nameless, Faceless: Final Part

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~1.8k

Summary: Not even four hours after the case in Canada, you're thrown into another one. This time, without Hotch. You have a sinking feeling he's not just blowing you off to get some sleep. There's something wrong.

Warnings: canon violence, canon language, canon talk of death, methods of kill

Author’s Note: welcome to the first episode of season 5! i hope you enjoy this series just as much as i loved writing it! <3

I do not own anything from Criminal Minds. All credit goes to their respective owners. If there are any warnings that exceed the normal death/kills from the show, I will list them. If you’ve seen the show, then it’s the same level of angst unless otherwise stated.

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They're all concerned about Spencer but even more concerned about Hotch and whether he's going to survive or not. They rush him to the same hospital that Hotch is in to keep them both in the same area. You've been by Hotch's side the whole time and he hasn't woken up yet. You rub your hands together nervously and look to the left of you to see your team fast-walk down the hallway.

"Hey, he's still not conscious."

"Are you sure it was Foyet?" Rossi asks.

"I felt his energy at Hotch's place. I saw what happened. Hotch lost a lot of blood but he's been stable since I arrived. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't want you to be distracted. Plus, he was checked in with Derek's credentials that he stole the last time we saw him."

"Did they catch him on the security camera?"

"I saw him drop Hotch off but the camera is only at the entrance. I got a feel of the direction he went in but I lost him right outside the parking lot. I don't know where he is."

"It doesn't make sense for him to have brought Hotch to the ER. We know Foyet gets off on power and control. Maybe what he wants is for Hotch to know his life was in his hands."

"He could do that without risking the hospital," Derek says.

"What happened to Spencer? I heard a gunshot go off over the phone. Is he okay?"

"He was shot in the knee," JJ explains. "He's here getting treatment."

You want nothing more than to go to him but if he's still in surgery or getting care, you don't want to interrupt that. Hotch groans as he comes out of his mini coma-like state.

"Agents, he's waking up," the doctor says. "Remember, he's weak. Don't push him."

"Where am I?" Hotch whispers.

"In the hospital."

"How did I get here?"

"Foyet drove you. Can you remember what happened?" you ask gently.

Hotch stays silent for a moment. 

"What did he take?" Everyone looks at each other in confusion. "The Reaper always takes something from his victims. Do we know what he took?"

"There was a page missing from your day planner in the address section," you say. "The Bs."

"What did he leave?" he winces in pain.

"I don't know. I looked over your whole apartment. Nothing felt out of place."

"Where are my clothes?"

You grab the bag with his bloody clothes and other belongings and set them on his legs. You pull out the bloody shirt and open the bag for him to go through. He pulls out what looks like a wallet but is Derek's credentials. Folded inside is a picture of Hayley and Jack.

He's going after Hayley and Jack.

"Haley's maiden name is Brooks. I always listed her in the Bs in my personal information in case it fell into the wrong hands. He knows where they live," Hotch sighs.

"Don't worry, Hotch. We'll take care of it."

Everyone but Emily decides to leave the hospital in search of Hayley. You would have stayed behind but you're better in the field than by Hotch's side. Spencer is still getting treated so you have no business staying behind. JJ tries calling Hayley three times but she isn't answering.

"She's not answering."

Derek takes out his phone and calls Penelope.

"Garcia, I need FBI SWAT deployed to Hotch's old address."

"Oh, God, do you think he's going after Hayley and Jack?"

"I don't know. Just send a SWAT team. Tell them to wait for instructions. We're on our way."

"Consider them there."

"We need to be prepared for what we might find. Foyet kept Hotch alive. He wouldn't do that without a reason."

There's no time to speculate because Foyet could already be there murdering Hayley and Jack. When the team arrives at her house, SWAT is already there waiting. As soon as Derek gives the green light, SWAT members pile into the house with your team mixed in with them. Hayley is in the house, you can feel her. Foyet's energy is nowhere to be found which means you got to her before he could.

You walk upstairs with Derek and two other SWAT members. Hayley is in her room wearing yoga clothes, headphones are in her ears, and she is doing laundry. She turns to put clothes away and screams loudly from seeing a bunch of people in her house.

"Oh, my God!" she gasps.

"It's okay. It's okay," you calm her down.

"What are you all doing here?"

"We got her," Derek says to Emily who is on the phone with him.

"What's going on?"

"Is there anyone else in the house?" you ask.

"No, there's no one here."

"Where's Jack?"

"He's at a friend's house for a play date."

"We need to get him back here."

"Where's Aaron?"

"He's in the hospital."

"What?" she gasps.

"Hayley, call for Jack. Tell them I'm on the way to pick him up. I promise you we'll explain. Call for him right now. Text me the address," Derek says and leaves the room.

"Tell me what happened to Aaron," she says as she does what she's told.

"He was stabbed nine times presumably last night or early this morning. We know who did it and we're doing everything we can to try and find him. We think he's going after you and Jack next. I know this is a shock right now, but you need to pack a bag. You can't stay here right now. You two will be placed in the Witness Protection Program."

"Wait, are you serious right now?"

"Yes."

"Is this really necessary?"

"Yes."

"For how long?"

"I don't know," Rossi answers.

Hayley knows she needs to listen to your team right now so she starts to pack a very large bag knowing she isn't going to come back here for a while. Derek and Jack come back ten minutes later, and he has the biggest smile on his face.

"Mommy! They let me turn on the siren!"

"Wow, that's so great, baby! Did you have fun?" Hayley smiles through the pain.

"I'll help start a bag in Jack's room," JJ says and leaves.

"Okay. How many times did you run it? How many times?" Jack holds up three fingers and she chuckles. "Three?"

As soon as Hayley and Jack are packed up and ready to go, you take her to the hospital so she can talk to Hotch. Rossi already made some calls to other agents about placing them into protective custody, so those agents meet you at the hospital. Jack is waiting with one of the agents so Hayley can speak to her ex-husband alone.

It sucks knowing their situation (minus the whole Foyet thing) because they didn't divorce because they stopped loving each other. They divorced because loving each other hurt them too much.

While you let them talk, you go find Spencer who is on the other side of the hospital. You grab some jello for him on your way and you keep it hidden behind your back to surprise him. He is trying to find something on the TV to watch when you knock on his door.

"Hey," he smiles brightly and turns off the TV.

"I can't leave you alone, can I?"

"How's Hotch?"

"Physically? He's going to be okay. Emotionally? Not so much. We have to place Hayley and Jack in protective custody, so they're talking right now before they leave." You walk over to his bed and sit on the edge of it. You reach up and move some of his hair out of his eyes. "You need a haircut." Spencer laughs and grabs your hand while it's still on his cheek. He moves your palm to his mouth and he kisses the center of your hand. You rub his cheekbone with your thumb while looking into his eyes with so much love. "I bought you something."

You take the jello out from behind your back and his eyes light up.

"Thanks!" He eats a few bites happily. "Good news is that all I need are some crutches for a while."

"Don't worry, I'm going to take good care of you."

"I know," he smiles.

If he's going to go through all this trouble to incriminate you, the least he can do is stick around to watch your downfall. The block in which he left his last victim is sectioned off with yellow police tape even though there is a large crowd forming around the perimeter. Several officers are located on the outside to keep the public from barging in, and he squeezes himself through the crowd to get to the front.

If this is going to work, he needs to know what the police know so he knows how to proceed from here.

"Excuse me, officer? What's going on here?" he asks.

He's masked his real voice with a fake southern accent he's been working on for weeks.

"There's been a murder. Everything is fine, sir."

"Officer, I walk down this street every day and night. Am I safe? I live right down the block."

"Where?"

"Right there."

The man points to the apartment building on the corner of the street.

"Do you mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"No, sir."

The officer lifts the tape up so the man can step through so he's not stuck in the crowd. The officer doesn't take him to where the dead body is, but he wants some privacy from the onlookers.

"What's your name?"

The man doesn't hesitate to answer.

"Frank Livingston."

"What's a good phone number to reach you at?"

"619-555-0122."

"Where were you last night between the hours of ten and five in the morning?"

"Out here, unfortunately. I have a hard time sleeping ever since I had a stroke a few years ago. I decided to go for a walk to try and clear my head."

"Did you happen to see anything?"

"Well, let's see. I walked outside and had a cigarette." The man chuckles and pats his breast pocket where his pack of cigarettes is. "The dang things will kill ya but I can't seem to put it down." He chuckles. "Anyway, I was walkin' and I didn't know what time it was because I forgot my phone. I saw this car parked on the side of the road, and there was someone lyin' on the ground like they'd been hit. Seeing y'all here makes me think they might not have been hit after all."

"Anything else?" the officer asks and writes down everything he says.

"I saw someone leanin' against the car, but I didn't know what they were doing. The light isn't great out here. My eyes have gone bad since the stroke. It nearly took out my sight altogether. I'm not sure what they were doin' but I know I saw hair."

"Hair?"

"Long hair like a female's. I got out of there so fast like I was fearing for my life. You know females these days got everything goin' on. They carry all kinds of protective weapons on them. I didn't want to end up like that fella."

"Anything else you noticed?"

"Not that I can recall. Like I said, I got out of there quickly."

"Okay. If you can remember anything, please give me a call."

The officer hands over his business card with his contact information, and Frank takes it from him.

"Yes, sir, I will."

Frank walks away from the crime scene with the fake persona still on him. When he gets far enough away, he drops the innocent act with a smirk. He crumbles the officer's card and tosses it into a nearby trash can.

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[cassiaratheslytherpuff]

Please tell me more about Rarrydraft w prongsfoot!! Two sets of best friends - that can only be good ❤️

Thanks for asking! 🩷 I had completely forgotten I even started this. It's about Harry pining for Ron and finding Sirius's diary when cleaning up Grimmauld Place for Ron to move in with him.

I'll share a couple of snippets, maybe it'll motivate me to finish one of these days.

“I’m a patient guy,” Ron said. “I mean, you’d call me patient, right? When Hermione left right after the war to get her parents from Australia I waited patiently, didn’t I? In fact, I wanted to join her! Hermione, I said, we’re partners now, you don’t need to do this on your own. But no, she HAD to go off on her own.” Harry grabbed the nicest of his two bottles of Firewhiskey and climbed onto the counter to get the magickly charmed whiskey glasses from the back of the cabinet. At some point he’d owned six Charm-Chilled glasses, but after summoning them one time too many he only had too left – something about the pure rage in Ron’s voice made him decide this wasn’t the time to risk them. “And then after she finally finished at Hogwarts,” Ron continued when Harry focussed back on his voice, “I thought, this is it – now we start our lives together for real. But of course, then she decided she had to get that bachelor’s degree. And I offered to upend everything and come to Glasgow with her, because the only thing I really wanted was to bloody be with her.” Harry poured the Firewhiskey and handed Ron his glass, but he was too busy talking to take a single sip. “But it was all noo Ron,” Ron twisted his face and voice into a mocking imitation of his girlfriend, ”you’ve got to stay here. Your family needs you, Fred needs you at the shop. Harry needs you.” Harry winced at that, the idea that Ron might have stayed behind for him. “Of course,” Ron said, “now I find out the real reason.” In a single breath Ron seemed to deflate in front of Harry’s eyes, his shoulders sagging and his eyes turning worn and sad instead of fiery. Harry grabbed him by the elbow and directed him to the living room, carrying the bottle of Firewhiskey and his glass in his free hand. He sat Ron down on the sofa, and this time he went willingly, staring morosely into his glass before draining it in a single swallow and holding out for Harry to refill it. “What’s happened?” Harry asked again, thinking this time he might get an answer. “She’s going back to Glasgow for her masters degree,” Ron said. “I thought when she got back this summer that we could finally start our lives together, but after just seven months of living with me she’s off again.” “Why don’t you go with her?” Harry asked, refusing to acknowledge how much the idea hurt. “That’s what I suggested,” Ron said. “I mean, everyone’s got their own thing now – nobody really needs me to stay anymore.” Harry thought briefly and wildly, I do, but bit down the urge to speak.

And the diary

Diary of Sirius Black. July 1st, 1979. So, James and I moved into our flat today, and I figured it was a good day to start using this bloody diary Remus got me. I know, I know, I’m a dude I should insist it’s a journal, but sometimes it’s just nice to call a wand a wand, you know? I figure Remus thought I should have someplace to put my thoughts, because although I’m almost sure he has no idea what’s rolling around inside my head he does know there’s a lot in here I don’t talk about. Speaking of, I should ward this book if I’m going to write down all the things I refuse to say out loud. If James ever read it… OK, I’ve warded it. So we’re safe. I can write anything here now, but honestly I’m not sure I want to. Maybe seeing it in black and white will be too real? How about I tell you another secret? My childhood was… pretty terrible. They never did anything physical, but I’m starting to believe James when he says that doesn’t make it ok. It was alright, I suppose, until I sorted Gryffindor. At some level they must have known it was going to happen, but I still managed to make them ‘shocked and appalled’ as they said. I stuck with it for another five summers before I ran off and moved in with James’ family. That’s not the secret. The secret isn’t that living with James’ family felt more like a home than Grimmauld ever had either, though it did. It was brilliant, his mum kept hugging me and even though it took me ages to just relax and enjoy it she never gave up. They’re brilliant. Or they were brilliant, fuck I still can’t believe they’re gone… Anyway, I was talking about my secret. The real reason I finally couldn’t stay with my own parents anymore. The thing is, they found out, and I don’t think either of us could survive being in the same house after that. They couldn’t stand me, and I couldn’t stand being so thoroughly hated for every part of me. Maybe Mr and Mrs Potter wouldn’t have minded if they knew, but I was never willing to risk it. I suppose it’s the same with James. He might be fine with it, it might not change a thing except make us closer – but there’s always the chance it’ll ruin everything. The thing is, I’m queer. Shocker, right? Not really, I know. Feels obvious to me, but I think the only one who’s ever come close to suspecting it is Remus.

[ythankucaptainmccoy]

Simon “Ghost” Riley x (Chubby) Reader (Comfort)

Alright guys I’m back and ready to rock and roll. I have been MIA due to a death in the family and some other things going on in my life. This fic was requested by @igottabouncebounceinsideurbixh​ and I truly hope you like it. This is going to be a comfort fic, but if y’all want something raunchy y’all know to message me or ask. Without further hindrance of this fic I present to you Simon “Ghost” Riley being a caring loving man that we all know he is deep down inside. Warnings: PCOS symptoms, Talk of Panic Attack and Some Sexual Talk/Situations! I do not own Modern Warfare or any of the characters!

The day was getting worse by the minute as you felt the pain in your lower abdomen. You had been stressing about your condition for years now after you had joined Task Force 141 to be their hacker when the need arose. Price had specifically asked for you since you were the daughter of his Captain back in the day. That's right you were Captain MacMillan’s one and only child, and when Price had asked you to join them as their hacker you couldn’t turn him down which your father beamed with pride when you had told him.

Now though you weren’t sure this was going to work. The basic training that you did barely helped you lose any weight, and you were sure that your condition wasn’t going to do you any favors either. The condition you suffer from is PCOS which stands for Polycystic Ovary Syndrome. Your periods were never regular. The cyst when they ruptured were so painful they had to prescribe pain meds, and the weight you wanted to lose just would not go away. No matter how hard you trained with Soap or Gaz to help lose it it just stayed. 

Even when you changed your diet it still wouldn’t go away. You were nervously wringing your hands as you felt a panic attack coming on. Soap made you jump when he put his hand on your shoulder. “Lass, are ye’ okay? Yer white as a ghost”, he said. “I’m fine, just a little twinge in my side. Must be from the workout. “Well me and Gaz are going to run a couple miles if you want to hang back”, he motioned to Gaz as he stretched for the run. “I think I might go sit down for a minute”, you agreed. 

With a wave and grin from Soap they set off leaving you to relax for a minute, but relaxing would have to wait. Pain in your abdomen almost sent you to the ground as you swayed. You started to walk back to the barracks when another wave of pain took you to your knees. You could hear someone calling to you, but with the amount of pain you couldn’t make out who it was. Another cramp sent you all the way to the ground curling into a ball. A figure blocked out the sun casting a shadow over you.

When you looked up Ghost was starting to kneel down. “Easy dove I’ve got you. Gonna’ take you to the infirmary a'ight”, he soothed. He scooped you up into his arms as if you weighed nothing and started walking to the infirmary. “Ghost”, you sobbed as another wave of pain hit. “I know love jus’ hang in there”, he hummed. As he walked he noticed all the men staring at you. “What the bloody ‘ell are you lot lookin’ at! Get back to mindin’ your own bloody business!”, he yelled out. Within moments all eyes averted and got back to doing what they were doing before. 

You flinched as another wave of pain washed through your abdomen, and when Ghost’s eyes met yours he seemed to be in pain just like you. “Ghost what happened”, the female doctor asked. “She collapsed and seems to be in a lot of pain. It’s gotta be her condition”, Ghost answered. You let out another sob as the pain seemed to get worse. Within moments the Doctor had you in a private room and checked you over. “Well it seems that several cysts have ruptured, and I’m going to give you some pain medication to last you a couple days. I don’t want you doing any exercising or heavy lifting, or having sex until you feel better”, the doctor rattled off. Ghost sat in the chair beside you and nodded along with what the doctor was saying.

Doc prescribed you some pills, and made you take two of them while she was there to help get you some relief. “Now these pills make her dizzy and extremely tired. Keep an eye on her the next couple days”, she told Ghost knowing he would follow her instructions to the T. Once you had your discharge papers Ghost helped you to your room. He helped you sit down on the bed as the pain medication worked its way through your system. 

“Love, I want you to change and rest like the doctor ordered”, he told you. “Pass me tha’ shirt ova there”, you slurred as the drugs started taking their toll. He let out a small laugh as he grabbed a shirt then realized it was one of his. “Ya stole one of my shirts?” Ghost asked bemused. “It was warm and smelled like you”, you giggled until pain made you stop. “I ‘ave a couple more things I need to get done today, but I’ll be in to check on ya throughout the rest a the day”, he smiled underneath his mask. 

You stood to take off your clothes leaving you bare in front of him. You tried to hide your body as you pulled his shirt over your body. “Love you don’t need to be so self conscious I love you no matter what”, he admitted. “I’m not fit like you are. I’m fat”, you responded. “Enough of that love, besides I would be concerned if you were fit like me cuz then you would probably be a man”, he huffed a laugh. It got you to smile as he stepped up to you pulling you in close, lifting up his mask and kissed you. 

He helped you lie back down and he pulled the covers over you as the drugs made you fall asleep. Kissing your temple he pushed some hair that had fallen behind your ear. You mumbled his name and he smiled, pulling his mask back down and heading out to finish his day. By the time he got done it was late, and he knew that you wouldn’t have been able to go to the mess to get you some food. He went in and quickly filled two plates with

 Food then took off for your room.

When he opened the door you were sitting against the wall your bed was against hugging a pillow and crying. He locked the door then sat the food down walking over and pulling you to him. You buried your head into his neck sobbed as he held you and whispered soothingly to you. When you pulled away he watched you carefully. “I hate my body, it's ugly, fat and so broken”, you criticized. ‘

“No, don't ever say that love. Your body is fine the way it is. So what you have love handles. Means I have something to grab hold of when I rail you into the mattress or to hold you close to me. Or these thick thighs when they squeeze my head when I eat you out. Or these soft breasts that make the world's greatest pillows or something fun to play with. This is the body of a woman, not a girl. A strong woman who has a place on this team, and if anybody doubts that I’ll beat em to a bloody pulp”, he smiled as his hands wandered over your body. 

“I just feel like no matter what I do I can't lose weight”, you sniffle. “It’s alright love. We are all made different”, he told you. “Yeah but you could have a skinny fit girl in your bed instead of this”, you gestured to your body. “But I chose you, not some slag that couldn’t do the things you do. I will always choose you love”, he caressed your face. “Then why have you never told me your real name or shown me your face?”, you questioned. “I thought ya woulda hacked that information already”, he said. “Never I respected you too much”, you smiled. 

“My real name is Simon Riley”, he relayed. “Simon”, you breathed. His eyes snapped to yours when you said his name so softly. His eyes were hooded as he watched you think it over. “The name suits you”, you told him. He hesitated as he thought over revealing his face. “You don’t have to show me your face. Your name is enough”, you said, reaching up to caress his mask-covered face. He seemed to relax some as he stood up turning to grab the food. Maybe you had pushed a boundary by asking about showing his face.

“I brought you a plate you need to eat and I don’t want to hear it will make you fat. Your body needs carbs and protein to function”, he scolded before you could protest. He pulled his mask up to his nose and waited for you to start eating before he did. This is how it had been when he found out you were starving yourself when you first arrived. After that he would bring food to your room and make sure that you ate. That's how you had fallen for him not his physique although that was an added bonus, but his caring nature under the hardened exterior he built around himself. 

Ghost or Simon was telling you about early missions with Soap when Graves had betrayed them. “He was shaky so I started tellin jokes to help ease him”, he relayed. “What kind of jokes”, you interrupted. He watched you for a moment before he sighed heavily. “Two goldfish are in a tank. One turns to the other and says you know how to drive this thing”, he said. You giggled and twitched when the pain started coming back. “You need another pill, love. Hold on I’ll get it”, he told you as he grabbed the bottle. 

“You got any more jokes?”, you inquired. He shook his head but answered, “Yeah I do”. “Well let me hear 'em”, you beamed. “Why don’t blind guys skydive?”, he said. You shrugged when nothing came to mind. “It scares the shit outta their dogs”, he finished. You giggled as you told him how awful but cute they were. You took the pills without hesitation, and sat back as he continued telling you about his time in Las Almas. Once he was done he noticed how your eyes started drooping, and knew you needed to sleep. 

“Will you stay with me tonight”, you yawned. He looked towards the door then shrugged, pulling his shirt off over his head and grabbing a pair of gray sweats he kept here for this reason. You watched as his muscles moved under his skin and how some of his scars caught the light. You groaned when he pulled his sweats up, giving you a full look at his ass. You have seen it a hundred times now, but it never fails to make you almost drool all over yourself. He chuckled when he heard you groan, “Doc said no sex until you feel better love”. 

“I just think she is jealous and wants you…. All to herself”, you yawn as the meds start to kick in. He moves into bed beside you and you curl into his side. As he sat there he kept replaying the words in his head of you asking to see his face. “Love, remember when you asked to see my face?”, he proposed. “Mhm”, you mumbled. “You can remove my mask if you want to. I trust you”, he answered. This had you shooting up beside him as you just looked into his brown eyes. “ Are you sure I mean I don’t want to overstep a boundary? I don’t want you to feel pressured into it…”, you rambled until he took your hands into his own. The heartbeat in your ears was deafening as he slowly put your hands on the bottom of his mask. You just sat there staring wide eyed unsure of yourself. “It’s alright love I chose you for a reason. I trust you”, he declared. 

You slowly lifted the mask in case he changed his mind until it slipped past his eyes and all the way off. You gasped and his eyes flickered open to see you smiling as you ran your fingers over his nose and cheekbone. “You have light brown hair”, you whispered as you combed his hair with your fingers. “Well Soap was definitely wrong”, you said caressing his face. “Wrong about what”, he said leaning into your touch. “That you were ugly under that mask. You're absolutely the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on”, you whispered as you leaned in to kiss him.

After a few moments you pulled away to place kisses all over his face and down his neck until he grabbed your arms pulling you to him. “What if I had an ugly mug under this mask?”, he asked in seriousness. “It wouldn’t have mattered. I chose you for a reason just as you chose me for a reason. Looks aren’t everything”, you admitted going in for another kiss. He pushed you away slowly even though he was enjoying it if the tent in his gray sweats were any indication. “It's time to rest, love. Doctors orders. We can do this another time when you're not in pain or high on painkillers”, he grinned as you pouted. 

“Fine but as soon as I’m not on pain meds or in pain I want you just like this”, you said nuzzling into him. “Just like what”, he said. “With your mask off under me as I ride you”, you slurred as sleep started to set in. “Bloody ell woman, I need to sleep too ," he chuckled. “Love you” you yawned. “Love you to dove”, he whispered. Within moments you were asleep and his mind drifted to his purchase a couple of days ago. The velvet box nestled in his tac pants right now was all he could think about. He would ask you when you were off the painkillers. Maybe after you made good on your promise of riding him he would get down on his knee and ask you to choose him again as he had chosen you.

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The Sweetest Taste | Chapter 47 - The Bridge

When Din Djarin meets a beautiful cake seller from Nevarro, do you think he’s just going to stand back and let her suffer at the hands of her abusive boyfriend? After a lifetime of heartache and pain, Lysa Kane realises she’s not on her own any more and finds an unlikely friend in the Mandalorian. And Din Djarin does not like men who treat women like that, not one tiny bit. Friendship/comfort and maybe something more…

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Chapter 47 - The Bridge

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Din stood on the bridge, fingers tensed around his blaster, and his other hand clenched into a tight fist, still holding onto the torn piece of Lysa’s bloody dress.

He watched now as Ran glanced at the doorway behind him for a brief moment, before letting out a long sigh.

“You know, it was actually because of you leavin’ that we even met Crix,” said Ran conversationally, turning back to face Din now. “That day you decided to leave…go your own way…we all decided to drown our sorrows in some force-forsaken cantina and got talkin’ to this guy. Turned out to be one hell of a rallier and we ended up invitin’ him along with us for a while.”

Ran gave a chuckle now, as Din growled under his breath.

He didn't have time to hear these pointless stories. 

He was here for one thing and one thing only.

“I’m not here to listen to you reminisce…” said Din in a low, deadly voice.

“Cool your jets, Mando,” snapped Ran, gesturing with the cannon he held between both hands viciously. “I was tellin’ a story.”

He cleared his throat, and continued.

“Crix travelled with us for a while. Course’ he was no replacement for you, but he could talk the talk when he wanted to. Then after a couple of years or so, we fell into a little trouble with the New Republic. Had to lay low for a while. Disband the group. And, well, we all ended up here. In Nar Shaddaa. Ready to go our separate ways…” Ran said with a knowing grin.

“...An’ the last we saw of ol’ Crix, was him at a bar here, talkin’ to some blonde gal. The same gal we’ve got locked up inside,” said Ran gesturing back towards the hanger with a nod of his head. “Kinda poetic really. ‘Cause when you think about it, in a way, if it weren't for you leavin’, we’d have never met Crix. An’ in turn, Crix would never have met her.”

Beneath his beskar, Din gave a sudden hard swallow.

All those years that Lysa had suffered at Crix’s hand….was all because of Din?

He thought of the bruises now, the broken ribs and the dislocated jaw she had spoken of casually, as though they were a drop in the ocean compared to the rest of the horrors Crix had put her through, time and time again.

Was all of that, in a way, all down to Din himself?

If he had just stayed with the gang of mercenaries, Lysa could have lived a happy life, out there, free. Not under the rule of Crix Val’shif and his cruel words and his violent fists for years on end.

But Ran merely let out a hollow laugh now, taking Din’s silence for realisation.

“Listen…brother,” said Ran. “In all seriousness, whatever issue Val’shif has with you….that’s his business. But I don't want any of this to get messy. Your gal doesn’t need to get hurt in all this-”

“Then let her go,” uttered Din darkly.

“I will,” Ran nodded firmly. “...I will. But first….you’ve got to do something for me.”

Din lifted his chin, eyeing Ran. Whatever the bearded man was trying to bargain for, Din knew that it couldn't be good.

“There’s a ship I want. I’m hoping its gonna be my next base after you got my last one destroyed,” said Ran, in a voice tinged with bitterness. “You’re the best I know, Mando. So I want you to get onto that base an’ help me take it over. In exchange, you get your girl back safe and sound…then we’re even.”

Din clenched his jaw hard.

“And what about Crix?” Din asked in a low voice through his modulator. “He agree to those terms too?”

Din wasn't stupid. There was no way Crix and Ran wanted the same thing.

Crix was here for one thing and one thing only… 

Revenge.

“Screw Crix,” said Ran quickly, his face twisted up into a grimace, as he opened his mouth, likely to curse some more.

But Din’s attention was suddenly drawn by the door behind Ran opening again.

But to Din’s dismay, neither Lysa nor Crix appeared through the doorway. 

Instead it was another figure Din had hoped to never see again as long as he lived.

“Well, well, well…” came the high-pitched voice of Xi’an, the purple skinned Twi’lek and Din’s old comrade. As she stepped out onto the bridge beside Ran, her eyes fixed to Din. “...if it isn't Mando.”

“I sprung Xi’an from a prison transport ship,” explained Ran with a grin. “Good to have the old team back together, aint it?”

Din very much doubted that was true. Knowing that the last time they had all been together Din had gotten Xi’an’s brother killed.

“I’ve been spending some time with your girl, Mando,” taunted Xi’an, taking a couple of steps forwards. Her words ruffling Din slightly. His new life with Lysa colliding with his old sorry existence. Two worlds he never wanted to see meet. “And I can understand what you see in her. She’s veeeery pretty-”

“If you’ve laid one finger on her, Xi’an-” uttered Din in a dangerous tone.

But Xi’an let out a cackle, obviously enjoying herself.

“Oh I’ve done more than that,” uttered the Twi’lek in a sickly tone, flexing her long fingers. “I’ve had a taste…”

Din’s grip on the blaster in his hand tightened as he gave an angry growl beneath his breath.

“I have no problem killing you, Xi’an-” said Din in a deadly voice, staring at the woman he had once had more than just a complicated relationship with, with dark furious eyes.

During his younger years, with less to lose. Din had been far less picky about the types of women he enjoyed. And after a job well done on a couple of occasions, Din and Xi’an had gotten more than a little hot and heavy with one another after a late night session in the cantina.

But there had been no feelings there, not on Din’s part at least. And not once had he chosen to remove his helmet, having reserved that in his lifetime for Lysa and Lysa alone. His feelings for her, far stronger than anything else he had felt for another he had been intimate with, as long as he lived.

The Twi’lek stepped forward a few paces, crossing the bridge towards Din.

“Aw it’s just like old times isnt it?” she cackled suddenly, pulling a two knives from either side of her belt with a flourish, her sharp teeth bared like an animal. “But no more flirting. I’m here to kill you, Mando…”

Din readied himself for a fight, readjusting his grip on his blaster and calmly shifting his weight from foot to foot.

“...for what you did to my brother!”

“Hold your equinoid there, Xi’an,” said Ran suddenly in a loud commanding tone, as Xi’an suddenly stopped in her tracks, giving a hiss of anger in Ran’s direction, looking utterly frustrated and angry at her reigns being pulled.

She made to open her mouth to protest, when from behind the pair of them, the door opened and out stepped two figures.

Though it was the first figure, and the first figure alone, that was all that Din cared about.

Lysa.

She walked out of the rusty metal door with hands bound and mouth gagged, looking mightily unsteady on her feet, being led from behind by Crix Val’shif who looked as vicious as ever, one hand on Lysa, and a blaster in the other.

Din’s eyes widened in horror behind his beskar helmet now, as he took in every single imperfection that littered her form.

The long blue tunic he had seen her dress herself in when she had risen for work the previous day was now dirty and tattered and ripped at the shoulder. Which revealed a nasty-looking blaster wound covered in blood, that looked like it had been hastily sealed over with a bacta spray.

But it was obvious now that all was not well, with both the wound and with Lysa. The blonde woman looking like she had suffered a large amount of blood loss, perspiration beading on almost every inch of skin that Din could see.

Lysa’s face was deathly pale and bore the marks of a purple bruise blossoming over her cheekbone and three red scratches down the side of her face, with Din knowing these were likely the marks of Xi’an’s fingernails which she had so boastfully presented to him not even a minute ago.

Lysa seemed to wobble slightly on her feet as she was shoved forwards, towards the far right side of the bridge, her green, tearful eyes meeting with Din’s.

And despite Lysa not being able to utter a word to him, with the dirty rag tied around her mouth. Din could see in her gaze the utter hopelessness that poured from her.

As though already having resigned herself to death ten times over. 

There was no relief in seeing him at all. Only tears and fear in her eyes now.

Din’s heart ached, just wanting to hold her close. To tell her that everything would be ok. To never have her leave his side again.

But Din knew how volatile this group were. And despite how confident Din was in his ability to win almost any fight. It was now not just him in jeopardy. But Lysa as well.

And he wasn't going to lose her now, a fury building inside him.

“Can we kill her now?” said Xi’an suddenly, tilting her head and pouting over at Lysa before turning back Din and offering him a sickening grin.

Din noted that Crix, at Lysa’s side, holding onto Lysa’s upper arm firmly, didn't say a word. But the look on his face really did say it all. Looking back at Xi’an with a smug, gleeful smirk plastered over his features.

After how loyal Lysa had been to him for so many years, it was hard to come to terms with the fact that this was really the fate he wanted for the woman that had loved him. Torture and death. 

All to get one over on Din. On a Mandlaorian who he felt had taken something that belonged to him. With Crix considering Lysa as no more than a mere possession now, no more important to him than a speeder bike or a set of sabaac cards perhaps.

It broke Din’s heart to think on how Lysa must be feeling now, his eyes not able to catch hers, seeing that her gaze was now on the floor, visibly trembling now as she stood there…waiting…

“Not so fast, Xi’an,” came Ran’s sudden voice, smoothly. “There’s been a change of plan.”

The Twi’lek and Crix turned their heads suddenly to look at the bearded man. Their expressions turned to sudden confusion.

“Mando is going to help me out on a mission,” he said, glancing first at Din, before looking back towards his two comrades. “The gang back together for one last job. An’ prividin’ all goes well we can see about him gettin’ his girl back…safe and sound.”

Ran looked back to Din once more as he uttered the final three words directly to him.

“So what do you think, brother?” Ran said with a serious nod. “Do we have a deal?”

But before Din could say a word in response, Crix had cut over him, his face suddenly a picture of anger.

“This wasn't the plan!” said Crix suddenly, his face now red and his eyes wide and furious as he glared at the bearded leader of the mercenaries. “I dont give a kriff about your base! I want him and her to pay for what they did to me!”

Xi’an gave another hiss.

“And my brother!” she snarled, flashing her sharp teeth his way, as she raised the knives in her hands threateningly. “Ughhh…he always was your favourite, wasn't he?”

And with that she gave a feline roar and launched herself towards Ran, brandishing her blades in both hands.

But as she leapt towards the bearded Ran, as quick as a flash he let go of the cannon with one hand, as pulled a blaster from his belt…

…firing it directly at Twi-lek who immediately hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Din raised the blaster in his own hand.

But Crix somehow got there first. And, in seeing Xi’an hit the ground, he let go of Lysa and  fired his own gun in angry retaliation at Ran. Who dropped instantly like a stone near to the base of the hanger. The cannon rolling from his hand.

In that moment Din saw his chance, running suddenly forwards, towards Crix and within a second, Din had knocked him off balance…knocking Crix’s blaster from his hand as he did so.

Din was furious.

Now this close to Crix Val’shif there was no way he was going to let him go unpunished for what he had done to Lysa…what he was still doing to her.

Pinning Crix down, Din quickly landed a hard punch across the thug’s cheekbone.

But before Din could hit him again, he heard Lysa give a loud cry from behind her gag…drawing his head around, only to see that her eyes were no longer on him, but instead on another figure behind him, who had gotten to her feet.

Din gave an instantly loud grunt of pain as he felt the impact of a sharp knife colliding with an exposed portion of his ribs, just above his kidneys.

He arched his back in pain, as Crix took that as his opportunity to lift his leg and kick Din directly in the stomach.

His thick leather vest took most of the impact, but even so Din couldn't help but stagger backwards a little, crouching down on one knee, clutching at his side and removing Xi’an’s knife from his ribs with a groan.

“You're getting slow in your old age, Mando,” came the voice of the purple Twi-lek as Din looked up to see her advancing on him once more, the bleeding blaster wound at her side, seemingly slowing her down a little as she lopped towards him determinedly.

In amongst all the chaos, none of them, bar Lysa, seemed to notice a ship flying overhead, looking to land on the far end of the bridge behind them all.

Din staggered to his feet, managing to get upright as Xi’an reached him, jabbing at him with her other knife.

She was fast. And even despite her injury, her blade scraped across his beskar armour twice, before he was able to shoot at her with his blaster.

The shot missed, just as Xi’an kicked her leg up, knocking the gun from Din’s hand.

Din grunted out again, feeling the blood at his ribs begin to ooze out at quite a rate, as he ducked and dodged Xi’an’s blows.

A moment later, Crix was there two, his fist landing a punch in the space between Din’s shoulder and head where there was no beskar to cover it.

Din threw a punch of his own in return. It landing squarely with Crix’s jaw, knocking him off balance.

Now Din could turn his attention back to Xi’an, who had launched herself towards him.

But using his flamethrower, he managed to create enough space between him and the Twi’lek for him to compose himself once more.

Din chanced a glance over at Lysa who was stood at the edge of the bridge, staring wide-eyed as the three of them fought, her long blood stained hair tangling around her with the wind at this height.

But the Mandalorian’s attention was soon drawn back by Xi’an. As Din advanced on her now, crossing the metal bridge to where she stood, knife brandished, looking like she wanted nothing more than to end Din’s life here and now.

“Come on, Mando, what are you waiting for?” she cackled, blood from her abdomen dripping to the ground beside her. She ran her long tongue over her pointed teeth. “I know you want me…”

He could tell she was trying hard to goad him into a reaction, but Din wasn't prepared to risk everything now, trying to remain as cool as he could. Waiting for his moment.

Despite having dropped his blaster, Din still had his own knife and a dagger at his belt. His whistling birds, fibercord whip and flamethrower at his wrists.

But he wanted this done.

And so pacing over towards Xi’an, Din saw her give a sudden hiss before she lunged his way, jabbing at him violently.

She was quick…

…but on this occasion, Din was quicker. Suddenly igniting his Z-6 jetpack and putting on a spurt of flight, which launched Din around eight feet off the ground.

He kicked out with both of his legs quickly, his feet making contact with Xi’an’s shoulders…

…sending her toppling suddenly backwards and over the edge of the bridge.

He heard her give a shriek as she disappeared from sight.

Hurriedly, Din landed on the edge of the bridge and peered over, only to see Xi’an’s body lying on a second bridge, horizontal to the one he was on, about fifty feet down.

He watched for a moment and was almost certain he saw her stir slightly….

But his attention was drawn suddenly by a whistle behind him.

Din turned instantly,  his cloak whipping around his as went,....

….to see Crix stood around fifteen or so feet away, pointing a blaster directly at Din. Din’s own blaster to be precise.

“Don’t kriffing move,” spat Crix, his lip curling as he spoke.

From here, all Din could see was Crix. With his long, tanned features, and, normally-slicked back greasy hair, now hanging around his face untidily.

He looked ruffled but relatively unscathed as he stood there, squat legs wide apart and leather vest now torn at the sleeve.

Din knew that the chances of a blaster shot getting past his beskar were slim , but Din would bide his time until he found an opportune moment to strike. The vibro-knife at his belt would do the job of cutting Crix’s throat easily enough.

He could see Lysa behind Crix now, trembling hard as she gazed at the two men, as pale as anything, almost swaying on the spot as she stood there.

And it was in that moment that Din could truly see all the pain and suffering that Crix had put Lysa through.

The woman who had lit up Din’s world from the moment she had arrived in it. Like a perfect ray of sunlight, warming him for what felt like the first time in years.

And to know she had gone home each night and suffered through endless beatings, verbal abuse and control….that ignited something in Din now.

A pure fury building inside him as he stared at Crix Val’shif.

“Don't worry,” said Crix with a sneer, almost reading Din’s previous thoughts and taking a step to the right so that he was stood directly between Din and Lysa. Blocking her from the Mandalorian’s view. “If I don't get through that armour of yours, I’ll just put another blaster hole in her instead.”

And with that, he gestured backwards with his head, giving a sneer.

Din clenched down on his teeth so hard, he was sure they would break under the strain, his brown eyes boring angrily into Crix’s.

“I know what she probably told you about me,” said Crix giving a hard uncaring sniff. “But just so you know, she likes it rough. Down on her knees, mouth open…crying…”

“One more word and I’ll gut you like a burra fish-” muttered Din, in a low and dangerous voice.

Din gave a growl, his gloved hand extracting his dagger from his belt.

“What?!” continued Crix gleefully. “You think you know her or something? After what? A couple of weeks? You really have no idea what she’s like to live with. How much whining I put up with over the years. The days I had to sit there and watch her come home in those dowdy clothes of hers, and what? Pretend I was attracted to that shit? Y’know, anything I did- she drove me to.”

By now Din could feel himself almost trembling with a burning fury.

Free hand clenched so tight, he could hear the creak of his leather gloves as he did so.

“So you really think I was just gonna let her go…an’ what? Live a happy little life with you?” said Crix, giving a hollow laugh, shaking his head.

And with that he clicked off the safety on Din’s blaster, taking aim.

 ‘Cause she’s mine. And she’s gonne die being mine. Because at the end of the day… I’d rather her dead, than let anyone else have her…”

Suddenly, and before Din could do anything, a blaster shot cut through the air loudly.

Din sucked in a breath, blinking once and glancing down quickly…

…only to find himself unscathed.

He lifted his eyes once more…

 to be met with the frowning face of Crix Val’shif…

…and the smoking blaster hole that had appeared through his chest.

Din parted his lips, his eyes becoming wide, watching as Crix staggered around on the spot, dropping the blaster from his grasp, and turning to face Lysa, who was standing directly behind him. Crix’s own blaster clutched between her bound and trembling hands.

Her gag was now off and her face awash with angry tears. That frown line of hers now deep between her eyebrows.

“I’m not yours,” said Lysa in a shaky voice, staring at him with a pure loathing etched upon her perfect features. “Not anymore.”

So many years of torture and worry and pain just suddenly washed away by those words. The pure strength of her pouring out of her right at this very second- astounding.

Crix stumbled towards her, sucking in an audibly ragged breath, as he clutched at his gaping middle.

He was done for. There was no going back now.

His death coming from Lysa’s own hand. Poetic in its origin. A catharsis of sorts.

Crix staggered forwards again, suddenly making it to Lysa’s side before Din could even realise what was happening….

…and before anyone could do a thing to stop him, Din watched as he muttered something into Lysa’s ear and clutched her arm suddenly…before hurling himself from the small bridge…

…dragging Lysa over the edge with him.

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Chapter 5: Promises

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"Put Kitty down! She did nothing wrong!" Olivia's voice pierced through the door of Remus' room, causing him to jump to his feet. When he arrived at the source of the conundrum, he saw Gilford holding Kitty by the scruff of his neck, opposing a scowling Olivia.

"This animal has no business being in the kitchen!"

"Maybe she was hugry!" She crossed her arms.

Remus sighed. "I'm sorry Gilford, please hand the cat over. I'll make sure this won't..."

"Oh, no! I will make sure this won't happen again. This cat will be put back outside at the other end of the city!"

"No!" Olivia screamed and stomped her foot. "You can't do that!"

"Of course I can! This is the consequence of your own action, child! If you had watched the cat better, it wouldn't have made a mess. And now it needs to be punished."

Olivia tried to grab Kitty out of Gilford's hands but he just held him higher.

"Give her back," she sobbed.

"Gilford," Remus said calmly and took a step forward. "Kitty is Olivia's cat. You cannot decide what happens to him."

Gilford snarled. "And you think you can decide that? You may have got Sirius wrapped around your finger, but I do not answer to you. You are still merely a resident!"

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"Last time I checked, I was a board member now."

Gilford huffed.

"Yes, sure. Just come in here and overturn everything! First you arrive here with a child," he pointed accusingly at Olivia. "Which is against the rules! But who cares about the rules, right? So she stays regardless. And then she brings in a cat! Which is also against the rules, but who cares, right?!" Gilford's face turned an unhealthy shade of red while he agitatedly gestured with the cat still dangeling from his hand. "What is next, huh? A hippogriff?!"

"Hippogriffs are cool. I saw one at a show once," Olivia helpfully pitched in.

Gilford let out a strained noise. "There we have it! That child is a risk to the whole association!"

Remus stepped protectively in between Gilford and Olivia.

"Hey, she is just a kid! You have no right to be so harsh with her."

"If you don't like the way I talk to your precious little princess, why don't you take her somewhere else?"

Remus flinched at Gilford's loud yelling. He felt Olivia cling onto his wrist. How could he say something so careless?

"Give me the cat," Remus demanded, still trying to keep his voice calm.

Gilford laughed and walked towards the entrance door instead.

Olivia let out a wail. "Kitty! No!"

Remus hurried after him.

"Gilford, let down the cat!"

Gilford ripped open the door and hurled the cat outside, while glaring at Remus over his shoulder.

Remus froze and almost broke out into laughter.

"What the fuck, man!?"

Kitty meowed. He was hanging onto Sirius' head, claws digging into his hair.

Sirius tried to untangle the disgruntled cat with a scowl. He had a large scratch on his forehead and one on his chin, where Kitty had tried to brace himself after his short flight.

"Why are you throwing with cats?"

Gilford slowly turned around with an anxious grimace.

"Sirius. You are early."

Sirius stepped inside and set Kitty down on the reception desk. Gilford watched him with distaste.

"Gilford, once more. Why are you throwing with Olivia's cat? Do you care to explain yourself? Why is she crying?" Sirius' sharp voice was almost ridiculous in juxtaposition to him gently petting Kitty at the same time.

"Kitty got into the kitchen and made a mess, apparently," Remus explained, sending Gilford a glare.

Gilford pulled a face. "It is unsanitary! I told you, if the cat cannot be contained in the child's room, it has to go!"

"Bloody hell, Gilford it got out one time!"

"It has barely been here for a week! That is an awful precedent for the future!"

"Gilford wants me and Kitty to go," Olivia sobbed. Remus turned to her with worry. He hadn't noticed how upset she still was.

"Nobody wants me," she pressed out before running into her room. Remus hurried after her, only throwing a look back to Sirius, who looked like he was about to give Gilford a piece of his mind.

"Olivia!" Remus sat down at her bedside, where she was hiding under the covers. He could hear her cry. It broke his heart. "I'm so sorry, dear. He doesn't mean it, I'm sure."

"I don't want to leave," Olivia whined. "I don't want to live in the bushes like Kitty did..."

"You won't," Remus said decidedly. "I'll make sure of that. Olivia, no matter what happens, I will always be by your side. I promise."

He heard loud yelling from the lobby. "And so will Sirius. He'll take care of you."

Olivia's tear stained face popped up from under the duvet. "Do you promise?"

"I promise."

"Forever?"

Remus hesitated for a moment, then he nodded.

"Forever."

**

Remus was at his wits end. The moon was just one night away and Olivia seemed to feel the effects of it.

She had woken up from a nightmare, screaming in terror and now refused to go back to sleep.

Remus understood. He knew the dreams. And it was her first time. Of course she was terrified. But it was also 3AM and she needed to rest before the transformation tomorrow. Also, he was pretty knackered himself.

"It's okay, Olivia. It's just a dream. It cannot hurt you. I am here, okay? Just go back to sleep, please."

"No! I don't want the thing to come back," she winced. Kitty jumped on the bed and curled up against her.

"Maybe it won't come back. You might just sleep safe and soundly..."

"No," Olivia sobbed. "I'm scared. I want my mommy."

Remus flinched. Maybe he could give her some Sleeping Draught, but it had never worked for him. So what if it wouldn't work for her as well and then she'd too be trapped in her dreams, unable to wake up for hours... No. He would have to use conventional methods. He picked up the book again.

An hour later, Olivia was still awake. She was even sitting up now. Remus' head was hammering. He was so tired...There was no way around it, he needed backup.

With a sigh he stood up, scribbled down a note and went outside to hand it to one of the communal owls. He felt bad about waking Sirius up, but he had told him to let him know if there were issues. And this was an issue.

When he walked back inside, Aisling threw him a questioning look from the reception desk.

"Something with the girl?"

Remus nodded.

"Need help?"

"It's just the moon," Remus murmured tiredly and shook his head. "But thank you. I hope Sirius will turn up soon. Maybe he'll be able to get her to sleep."

Aisling frowned, but nodded and went back to the game she was playing on her small handheld muggle machine. The device chirped and gleamed in the darkness of the lobby.

Only shortly after sending the owl, Remus heard the familiar noise of a motorcycle landing outside. He sighed in relief.

"Is Sirius coming?" Olivia asked. She sounded exhausted. Kitty was licking her hands. Sirius popped his head through the door before Remus could answer.

"What's wrong?" His voice was raspy and thick with worry.

"She won't sleep," Remus answered hoarsely.

"I don't want to see the thing," Olivia whinced and rubbed her eyes.

Sirius sat down next to Remus on the mattress.

"What thing?"

"She is having nightmares from the approaching moon."

Sirius frowned. "Is that a thing?"

Remus laughed bitterly.

"Yes, very much so, I'm afraid."

"Oh. I didn't know that."

Remus shrugged. "It's not like it's well researched. So most people don't."

Sirius brushed over Olivia's hair.

"So bad, love?"

She nodded.

"I can't calm her down. I tried everything. Tea with Honey, lullabies, at least three different books, just sitting here...Nothing works." Remus was caught of guard by the defeat in his own voice. He was glad that Sirius was here now.

"Alright then. Then I'll try the unconventional methods. Come on, girl."

Sirius grabbed a cardigan from the wardrobe and wrapped Olivia in it before picking her up.

"What are you doing?" Remus asked.

"Taking her outside. Maybe some fresh air will help calm her down."

Remus followed him out into the corridor.

"Should I come with?"

"No, go to bed," Sirius said softly. "You need some sleep. I'll take care of this."

Remus smiled weakly. Oh, he was glad.

He retreated into his room and dropped onto his own bed with a relived sigh. Finally, he'd get some sleep.

Outside he heard the rattling of Sirius' motorcycle.

Wait.

He jumped back onto his feet and rushed outside, but only caught the bike vanishing between the clouds. A small bundled up figure sat in front of Sirius.

This madman! How could he? A motorcycle ride to get a child to fall asleep? Had Sirius lost his mind? And to tell him to go to bed, because he knew full well that he wouldn't have agreed to this...

Remus was boiling with anger. Sirius better brace himself, when he came back!

When Sirius landed on the lawn twenty minutes later, Remus emerged from his hiding spot with a grave expression.

"What the fuck Sirius! You can't just..."

"Pssshh," Sirius hushed him and pointed at Olivia. She was fast asleep.

Remus' fury dissolved. Goddammit, he hated how easily Sirius always managed to do that.

Sirius picked Olivia up and carried her inside. Remus quietly followed him and helped to tuck her in. Kitty rolled into a ball at her feet, purring.

Sirius sighed. Then he turned to Remus.

"Shall we go outside so you can yell at me?"

Remus huffed and shooed Sirius over to his room, shutting the door quietly behind him.

"I'm sorry," Sirius said.

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"You are sorry?"

Sirius cringed. "I guess I shouldn't have just taken off with her. But you would have said no anyways..."

"Exactly!"

"But it worked! Didn't it? She's asleep!"

Remus sighed in annoyance and sat down on his bed.

"Yes, yes. It did work. Still! I am mad at you."

He wasn't really. Not anymore.

"I'm sorry, Remus," Sirius sat down next to him. "I just wanted to help her. You have to trust me on occasion, you know?"

"How am I supposed to trust you if you don't ask?"

Sirius flinched. "I'll ask from now on. I promise."

Remus nodded.

"I'll promise I won't say no to everything." He gave Sirius a weak smile which he returned.

"Did you stay up the whole time?"

Remus nodded again. "I had to make sure you brought her back in one piece, didn't I?"

"Hey! I would never let anything happen to her!"

"I know," Remus said softly and Sirius indignation faltered.

Remus sank onto the bed with a tired smile.

"Should I go?" Sirius asked.

"Stay. Please. In case she wakes up again."

He didn't want Sirius to go. They hadn't lost a word about what happened on Saturday night and Remus was beginning to believe that maybe he had just imagined all of it. Sirius leaning in, his lingering touch...

He felt the mattress dip as Sirius laid down as well. Their shoulders were almost touching. Remus whole side tingled with his presence.

"Remus?"

"Hmm?"

"How old were you when you got bitten?"

Remus swallowed at the question. He wasn't sure if he was ready to have this conversation now.

"Her age," he finally answered.

"Wait. Then you were...In school..."

"Yep."

"The whole time..."

"Yep."

Sirius tutted. Remus' muscles tensed. What if this bothered him?

"It was all safe. I wasn't a threat to anyone."

Sirius waved him off. "Yes, I know that. I just can't believe this ass-hat was actually right."

Remus frowned. "What?"

"Snape. Always blubbered about how you had a dark secret and shit..."

Remus clenched his jaw. Right. Severus Snape. Truly an ass-hat.

"Where did you turn?"

"Do you remember the shrieking shack?"

"In Hogsmeade?"

Remus nodded.

"So you went all the way there, at night, every month? Did they at least get you a carriage?"

"There is a secret tunnel underneath the Whooping Willow." He had sworn to never tell this to anyone. But Sirius wasn't anyone...

"A secret tunnel? You are kidding me!" Sirius sighed wistfully. "And here I was, thinking I was the one with the eventful school years..."

Remus snickered and turned to Sirius to see that he was looking at him. His heart jumped and his mouth was suddenly dry.

"Do you have nightmares too?" Sirius asked. His voice filled Remus' ears like honey. He could barely breathe. Just like at the engagement party. Maybe he hadn't imagined it. Hopefully...

"Uhm. Sometimes, yes."

"Huh," Sirius said thoughtfully. "I never noticed it with the others..."

"You get used to it. But Olivia is just a child. And it is her first time. Naturally it is worse for her."

"Hmm. But I imagine it is bad for you too."

Remus felt faint. Hopefully he wouldn't have to throw up again. Sirius warmth felt comforting and exhilarating at the same time.

Sirius stretched out his hand and absentmindedly traced his fingers over Remus' face.

His eyes must have widened at the touch because Sirius looked a bit startled and pulled back his hand.

"Sorry."

" 's okay. You can touch me."

God, what was that?

Sirius chuckled, but to Remus' dissapointment he turned back to face the ceiling with a sigh.

"Goodnight, Remus."

"Goodnight."

He probably did imagine it.

As it turned out, sleeping sidewise in a bed with your legs hanging over the edge of the mattress, did new and fun things to your joints. Sirius spent the whole morning complaining about how it had fucked up his back worse than that time he had had to sleep on the floor in third grade, because he and James had accidentally turned all the beds in the dorm into cows. Remus remembered the event vividly.

Sirius' bad mood only added to the general crankiness that prevailed in the AWERE quaters today.

Olivia was still cranky from her nightmares, the other residents were cranky because of the moon and the board members that scurried in between them were cranky because they knew what would await them for the next two days.

Aisling had hidden herself in a corner of the common room, trying to get some much needed sleep after her nightshift, while Gilford, Acacia and Sirius were busy taking stock of the potions and healing remedies.

"Do you think the ministry guys will show up again?" He heard Acacia ask.

Gilford shook his head. "I don't think so. And if they do...," he shot Sirius a look. "I'm sure it will be taken care of."

"It will," Sirius replied grimly and pushed a carton of vials under the reception.

"Will the child turn here as well?" Gilford asked with a look to Olivia, who was listlessly chewing on a piece of toast, while watching them from the corridor. Remus was sure that Gilford would complain about the crumbs later.

"Yes," Sirius replied sharply.

Acacia gave Olivia a sympathetic look. "First time?"

Remus nodded.

Olivia looked up to him with watery eyes. "I don't want to run around in the roses again. They scratched me."

Remus brushed over her hair. "You won't get into any roses, dear. It will be alright."

"But I don't want to be a wolf," she whimpered. "I don't want to. Make it go away!"

Remus' heart broke at her desperate sight. He could only vaguely remember having said the same, slowly overtaken by the fear of the inevitable. Old enough to understand what would happen, but to young to know that fighting it was pointless...

"I'm sorry, but you have to."

Olivia pouted and her eyes welled up. "But it is unfair. I don't want to."

Remus picked her up and Sirius came over from the desk to wipe the tears off her cheeks.

"Don't be scared, love. You are such a brave girl, you will make it. And when you wake up tomorrow you can have as much ice cream as you like, okay?"

Olivia sniffled. "But I'm scared."

Somewhere upstairs, someone slammed a door. They all jumped a little.

Olivia started crying. "It will hurt, I know it will hurt! Aisling said it hurts!"

"What?!" Sirius' soft voice turned sharp again. "Why would she say that?"

"Because it's true," Remus said calmly and squeezed Olivia a little tighter.

Sirius stared down at the carpet. Remus could see him clench his jaw.

"There is no point in lying. She'll find out anyways. It is better to be prepared. Trust me..." He had a lump in his throat. He understood Sirius' frustration, but they both knew what would await Olivia tonight. And they could do nothing to stop it, nothing to spare her the pain and terror...

Olivia wrestled herself out of his grip and ran into her room, slamming the door behind her.

Acacia and Sirius exchanged a look. Gilford rolled his eyes.

"I'll better go check on her," Remus murmured.

Olivia's door was locked. He knocked.

"Olivia! We talked about this. Please don't lock the door! That is dangerous if something happens to you! Open up!"

"No!" The muffled yell told him that she was still crying. Remus pressed his lips into a line.

"Locked?" Sirius asked as he walked up to him with a concerned expression.

Remus nodded. "She's just scared. Thinks she can hide from it... Been there."

Sirius frowned.

"I'm sorry."

Remus sank down onto the floor and buried his face in his hands.

"I can do nothing for her. She will tear herself to shreds and I can do nothing to help her." His voice broke as his tears started falling. He could feel Sirius sitting down next to him. "I'm useless."

"Hey. You are not useless! Stop shit-talking yourself! You are doing so well."

Remus laughed bitterly.

"Am I? I mean, I always say the wrong things and I'm too strict and I can't even get her to fall asleep!"

Sirius wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Remus' breath hitched for various reasons. His chest felt like a confusing vortex of emotions.

"Nonsense. You are doing amazing! I would have killed to have a parent like you. Olivia can be glad she's got you."

"I'm not her parent."

"The stack of parenting guidebooks next to your bed speaks a different language..."

Remus sobbed.

"I feel like I do everything wrong, no matter how much I try to do everything right."

"Remus, you are enough, okay. You are doing great and...I've got your back, alright? I know we've had some disagreements in the past, but that doesn't mean that I think you were necessarily wrong. I think, most of the time you have some excellent points and I was just being a little stubborn."

Sirius' sudden offensive made Remus laugh through his tears.

"You are not just a little stubborn. Actually, I think you are rubbing off on Olivia!"

Sirius chuckled. "I think she was just like that when she got here. That's why we get along so well." He squeezed Remus' shoulder. "I'll be here all night. We'll do this together."

Despite Sirius' comforting words, and even after Olivia had come out of her recluse, Remus couldn't stop worrying. Maybe it was the moon, making him anxious. But it wasn't what would happen to him that scared him this time...Olivia was right. This was unfair.

Acacia did her best to distract the poor girl with a game of Know the Kneazel, while Sirius checked the todo list for the umpteenth time, anxiously chewing on his bottom lip.

Remus took a sip of his tea that did nothing to calm him, watching Olivia play so innocently, knowing full well that in a few hours a beast would rip through her skin.

"I don't want her to turn," he said, knowing it was a stupid thing to say.

Sirius looked up from his list.

"I'm sorry."

"She is too young for this."

"Didn't you say, you were her age..."

"Exactly why."

"Right."

Sirius frowned thoughtfully. Then he suddenly stood up, his eyes sparkling like they always did when he had an idea.

Remus had learned to both love and fear this expression...

"Come, I need to show you something. I might have an idea."

Remus followed him, feeling a little queasy.

"It doesn't involve the bike, does it?"

"No, how on earth would that help?"

"Who knows. Just asking."

Sirius led them to Remus' room and locked the door behind them. Remus raised an eyebrow. What was this about?

Sirius pulled the curtains shut.

"What the hell do you want to show me?"

"I really shouldn't...But I'm sure Prongs will forgive me." Sirius took a deep breath. "Okay, promise you won't scream."

"What?"

"And to not tell anyone about this. Promise it."

"Uhm. Okay?"

"Say it."

"I promise."

"Good. Alright. Don't scream!"

Then he turned into the most vile looking dog Remus had ever seen.

The animal was ginormous. Its head was level with Remus' stomach and its scruffy black fur stood into all directions. So unlike Sirius' usual shiny locks.

"What the...," Remus exclaimed, willing his voice to remain steady.

Sirius was an animagus. And knowing him, probably an unregistered one. Why else would he be so secretive.

"How...," Remus took a deep breath. "How exactly is this supposed to help? Do you plan to pin her wolf down with your teeth or what."

Sirius returned to his human form.

"I read that werewolves don't attack animals. Apparently their presence is rather calming..."

"Those are just theories based on werewolf encounters with livestock! Noone knows if the wolf can discern between animals and animagi! Do you know what happens if she bites you in this form?"

"No, but..."

"It is too dangerous!"

"It's my own risk!"

"It isn't if she bites you! They will put her in jail!"

"I wouldn't tell them," Sirius hissed angrily. "Listen, you said, you would stop categorically saying no..."

"This is different! You...," Remus threw his hands up. "What if something happens to you?"

Sirius shook his head. "Remus, her wolf is hardly bigger than a puppy. And you have seen Padfoot..."

Remus' eyes widened a little bit. "That's what the name is from? Then what does Prongs stand for? James is an animagus too, isn't he?"

Sirius cringed like he would have liked to shove the words back into his mouth. "I'm not at liberty to tell you."

Remus crossed his arms and fixated Sirius with his tried-and-tested prefect stare.

"He's a deer..."

"Right. And I suppose you didn't do this the official route..."

"We got bored in fifth year."

"Fifth year?! You did this in school?!"

Sirius shrugged.

"It worked, didn't it."

"That seems to be your only criteria."

"Most of the time..."

Remus sighed. He still wasn't too excited about the idea. But Sirius had a point. The large dog would be easily able to overpower a small wolf. Probably even Remus' own...

A wolfhound, really. How ironic.

Or poetic...

"Fine then. Try it. But promise you will be careful."

"Promise."

**

Turning in the basement cell had been a surprisingly good experience. As much as a full moon could be a good experience for a werewolf. The silencing charm had blocked out the noises from the other wolves and the padded walls had kept Remus' bones mostly intact.

The worst part had been worrying about Olivia. He had brought her to her cell, but she wouldn't let go of him, wanted him to stay with her. He'd only been able to pry her off after the giant dog had shown up. After that, she had been way to busy petting the "doggy". She really had a thing for diminutives.

Remus was quite impressed on how well AWERE cared for them after the moon. The members had placed an elevating spell on the stairs, so noone had to struggle back up to their rooms. Aisling was sitting in a small office between the cells and took care of anyone who had been injured, handing out potions, balsams and helped to apply bandages.

Remus only caught a brief glance of Sirius carrying Olivia upstairs. She seemed exhausted but he didn't see any blood on either of them. Maybe Sirius' plan had worked.

With Gilford's help - he could be surprisingly nice, if he decided to be - Remus went to his room and crawled under the duvet. His body was aching and he was shivering. The wolf hadn't caused as much damage as usual, but it still had left some gnarly wounds on Remus' calfs from chewing on its hindlegs.

As much as he wanted to check on Olivia, he just couldn't muster the strength. And Sirius was there. Thank God, Sirius was there...

Remus closed his eyes but couldn't really find sleep. What if something had gone wrong after all? Olivia had been oddly still in Sirius' arms. What if something had gone really really wrong? What if the dog had bitten down too hard and...

Cold panic enveloped him and he was about to haul himself out of bed when the door opened and Sirius entered.

"Is she okay?" Remus asked. His throat felt raw.

Sirius nodded. Relieved, Remus sank back into the pillow.

"She is asleep. All went well. Her wolf was really calm."

Remus sighed. "So she isn't hurt?"

"Not a scratch," Sirius smiled, but his expression quickly turned to a frown when he saw one of Remus' bandaged legs sticking out from under the duvet. "Unlike you, it seems."

Remus shrugged. "Not so bad. Will heal in no time. Aisling took good care of it. Didn't know she was a healer."

"Was. Before she got scratched by a patient and then everyone freaked out, thinking she might turn as well. From a scratch! One would think medical personnel would be better informed..."

Sirius sat down on his bedside.

"Do you need anything?"

Remus was about to say no, but then changed his mind. He knew it was a selfish thing to ask. But once again, he didn't want Sirius to go.

"Can you stay?"

"I need to help Acacia in the kitchen."

"You've been up all night. Can't they manage without you for a bit? You can even lay down properly this time," Remus patted the mattress next to him.

Sirius smirked and flopped down tiredly next to Remus. "You know how to get me. I suppose I could stay for an hour - or two..."

Remus chuckled. He was so tired, and Sirius was so warm...

He thought back to the first time he had stayed here. Only three months ago and yet it felt so far away... Remus was suddenly overcome with sadness. He hadn't really thought much about his dad since that night. Had been too busy surviving and then taking care of Olivia had required all his emotional resources. But now, tightly tucked in next to Sirius, feeling raw from the moon, it all came crashing down. A dry sob escaped his throat.

Sirius lifted his head.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Remus..."

Remus sighed. He didn't want to talk about this.

But maybe you should. You really should.

"I just...Thought about my dad."

"Oh."

"I...I guess I miss him more after the moon. He used to take care of me. And now he's gone." His voice broke.

"I'm sorry. That must be...difficult. But...I can take care of you, now. If you let me."

Remus heart did a complicated thing. The excitement over Sirius' statement fighting against the heavy feeling in his chest.

"I'm sorry I was so stubborn the first time. I should have just stayed..."

"It's fine. You wouldn't have found Olivia if you had. And I guess I can't really blame you...I suppose I was a little...Harsh. Must have been a lot for you. So close to loosing your dad." Sirius' voice was so gentle. So caring...

Remus instinctively crawled closer to him.

"I'm glad I found her. Gives me something to do. A purpose..." He looked up to Sirius with a frown. "That's why you do this, huh? Because it gives you something to do, something to care about."

Sirius shrugged but Remus could tell he had hit a nerve.

"I don't care about a lot of things..."

"I don't think that is true."

Sirius pursed his lips and stared down at the duvet.

"I mean, you care about Olivia, right?"

"Of course."

"You care about James..."

"I care about you."

Remus' heart skipped a beat.

Sirius looked back up to meet his eyes. Their faces were only inches apart on the pillow. The tension between them almost tangible and the drowsiness made Remus feel careless. What did he have to lose, really?

He pushed his head forward on the pillow, only briefly stopping when his nose brushed Sirius'. Sirius' lips parted a little. Remus closed his eyes and moved to close the gap between them.

The door slammed open.

"Where is the doggy?"

Sirius sat up with a start and Remus flinched a little at Olivia's loud voice.

"You are supposed to be in bed," Sirius scolded her and got up.

"There was a doggy! Where has it gone?"

"The doggy is only here for the moons, Liv." Sirius picked her up. "Let's get you back to bed. Remus has to rest. And so do you!"

"But I wanna see the doggy!"

Remus listend to Olivia's whining fading away as Sirius carried her back to her room. He sank back into the pillow with a sigh.

Children were truly a blessing...

[idreamofhazel]

The Boyking—Chapter 18

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Warnings: death, grief, blood

Beta’d by yours truly, all mistakes are my own :)

Sam remained standing in front of her, eyes locked together in the fierce but unsettling agreement that they would both avenge this cruel, pointless death. Then, Dallas watched as Sam pocketed his grief somewhere inside himself—pushed it down and sealed it up with a steely countenance while emotions lingered, swimming in his eyes. She could understand this because she, too, had done this countless times herself. Any hunter did. But perhaps she, and Sam, knew better than most.

She also, strangely, found herself understanding that Sam needed to take care of business, but he would be warring with the other part of himself that lost a friend. He would be filled with anger and the desire to avenge Bela’s death, and he would be trying to make sense of what happened while wrestling with an intangible but ever-present guilt. He would need to grieve, all while bearing the responsibility to give her a proper burial and attend to his kingdom.

As king, he would need to keep the whole thing a secret. She knew that the full details of what had occurred could not get out to his subjects. They might feel betrayed that a human connection had put their King and kingdom in jeopardy, and from what Dallas had gathered, some of the demons’ loyalties were already questionable. Sam would also need to determine what this meant for his fight against the apocalypse. How much would the angels, and not only Lilith, get in his way?

Dallas was filled with a sudden sense of disgust. Her thoughts were not that of an enemy gaining information. Right now, she looked at Sam and saw something familiar. Right now, she understood him. And that whole idea turned her off completely.

Sam turned away and left the room, unaware of the thoughts Dallas just had in the last few seconds. She looked around as he left, unsure of what to do next. She could hear him—he didn’t go far—as he stood outside the door, talking to someone, all traces of anger and despair impressively gone from his voice as he asked them to summon someone named “Meg.” Dallas had never heard Sam or anyone else utter the name Meg until now, and as tired as she was, her curiosity was piqued.

Sam returned without a word and collapsed unceremoniously into one of the two plush, black chairs at the fireplace on the far end of the room, his long limbs hanging uncomfortably from the seat. Dallas followed his lead, sitting stiffly in the remaining seat next to his. She kept her focus on the floor and the inky, discolored ornate rugs that covered the coolness of the dark gray stone. She refused to look at Bela or the bloody mattress that would send familiar waves of grief through her heavy heart.

Thankfully, they were not left in silence for long as the door to the room opened and a petite young woman with short, blonde hair and grungey eyeliner entered. Sam rose as she came into the room and Dallas mimicked him, staying near the chairs as the two greeted one another. Meg took one look at Bela lying on the bed, and hugged Sam, and the two embraced like old friends.

“Who do I need to torture and kill?” Meg responded, her tone intimate but casual, like the rest of her, from her dress to the way she stood. Dallas couldn’t help but notice that she was a direct contrast to Ruby.

Sam gave a sad, grateful expression. “I—we—will take care of it.”

At the word “we,” Meg finally looked over at the huntress.

Meg looked back to Sam. “We as in you and her? Or we as in you and the head bi—.” She paused, stopping herself from saying whatever it was that had come to her mind first. Dallas guessed she was referring to Ruby by the displeasure on Meg’s face, which she couldn’t—or wouldn’t—hide.

“Me and Dallas,” Sam responded in a tone that suggested he knew what Meg had been about to say.

Meg turned back to the huntress and looked her up and down. Dallas did not feel threatened but she did feel uncomfortable and awkward standing there, being scrutinized and out of the conversation.

“I wasn’t sure if we’d ever meet, but I had hoped it would be under… better circumstances,” Meg said apologetically.

Dallas had no idea how to respond, as she hadn’t been hoping to meet any other demons, and what Meg said and the way she said it was almost… nice. Meg looked as if she could read this on Dallas’ face but said nothing. Sparing Dallas from explaining herself, she turned back to Sam.

“I can take her from here, Sam. You don’t need to do anything else,” Meg said.

Sam only nodded. Meg briefly placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, then she moved to the bed. Sam went completely still, but he did not stop Meg. Dallas watched, even though it pained her, as Meg gently picked Bela up and cradled her in her arms. Dallas fought to keep her own bad memories locked up as she watched. If it weren’t for the hole in Bela’s chest and blood on her clothes, she looked like she was peacefully sleeping. Dallas half expected her to wake up and ask why she was being moved around, but she did not. Meg took care with the body as they walked out.

At the shut of the door, Sam turned around as if he remembered someone else was in the room, his heavy gaze landing on Dallas. The tumultuous grief in his eyes struck her and she stilled at the sight. His stoic facade weakened. Sam’s eyes, she was learning, revealed much about him. But as soon the revelation was there, it was gone, replaced by a carefully controlled countenance.

“I’m sorry I put you in danger,” Sam said, his voice straining against a dry throat.

Dallas caught a glimpse of the blood stain on the bed behind Sam. She swallowed hard, thinking of the words she had said earlier, when it had been so easy to throw her shame and anger at Sam to build a barrier between them mere minutes ago. Now, she couldn’t find that wall, and she didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll understand if you want to go home,” Sam continued, filling the silence, “Just tell me where, and when, if this is too much.”

Dallas would most definitely like to go home—if she knew where that was. She wanted to run away, out of this death-soaked room, away from Sam’s stifling emotions, far, far away. But she wanted revenge for Bela’s death more, for Nadia’s death, really. No creature, holy or otherwise, would get away with killing an innocent person.

“Not today,” she responded.

She could’ve sworn relief flickered across his eyes, that his shoulders fell slightly, that he took a deeper breath. And then the feelings were gone again, replaced by Sam the King, the man who got things done when they needed to be done.

“I’ll show you to your new room,” he finally responded.

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Leaving the chamber, Dallas instantly knew she was in a different part of Hell. The halls were well-lit with more frequent iron torches, and the stone archways spaced every so often were carved with columns on either side and depictions of symbols and creatures above the arch. Sounds of life echoed in distant halls—chattering voices, doors opening and closing, yelling and laughing. It was not unlike the halls of a school, Dallas thought to herself.

“Is this the part of Hell you wanted to show me?” Dallas felt the strange need to fill the silence between them as they walked.

Sam looked over to her as if he’d been snapped back to reality. “Mhm,” he muttered, “I can show you around in a day or two, I’m sorry—“

“No rush,” she assured him, the phrase coming out nicer than she intended.

He smiled faintly at her, and she quickly looked away.

“This is it,” he said next as they stopped in front of a thick, arched wooden door with an iron handle and detailings.

Dallas scowled. They had not walked far from the room they were in before, the room Dallas had assumed was Sam’s.

Sam either didn’t notice or chose to ignore her reaction as he opened the door. Dallas assumed the former as Sam looked distracted, his eyes telling her he was somewhere deep in his mind, only visiting reality for seconds at a time.

Dallas stepped inside and paused. This room was similar to the one she had been staying in except grander. Everything seemed bigger—the bed, the room itself, and windows.

She couldn’t help the pleasant surprise that flooded her body. She walked over to the ledge of one of the arched panes, looking out at an early sunrise, the pastel colors of dawn just peeking through a smattering of clouds.

“It’s enchanted,” Sam said from behind. “It shows the time of day it would be to the person in the room, so wherever you’re from, it shows that.”

Where the magic had decided she was from, she had no idea, but she realized now, looking through the enchanted glass, that she had missed the ability to see the outside world whenever she wanted these past couple of weeks.

She turned around. “How?” She spoke breathlessly, unable to contain her reaction.

Sam’s eyes held the light of the present, he no longer floated off to somewhere else, and his mouth was in a sad, soft smile as he responded to her. “Complicated magic. You can draw the curtains shut if you need to.”

He referred to the velvet curtains so dark green they were almost black. “And I’ll have someone bring all of your things over later. I imagine you’d like to rest.”

Rest. Right. She’d been up all night and now it was morning in the human world.

“Sure, that’d be nice,” she replied.

Sam nodded and turned to leave, but as he reached the door, his hand on the knob, he turned his head back to her. “Thank you, Dallas, for helping with Bela.”

The words held more weight than she could handle. All she could manage in reply was a politely-toned, “You’re welcome.”

Sam walked through the door, shutting it quietly behind himself, leaving Dallas alone for the first time in hours.

She was exhausted, she realized, as she let out a deep exhale. She wanted to explore the room, and the area, but that could wait, she decided.

Instead, she took one more look at the outside world before pulling the curtains shut on both windows, and then she slipped the angel blade and her gun from their hiding places, setting them on the dark oak sidetable. She then peeled off her dirty clothes, undergarments included, and slipped underneath the silky, black sheets and duvet, and she quickly fell asleep.

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Dallas awoke later that day—or night—she couldn’t tell, by the entrance of someone into her bedroom. She startled awake at the sound of the door shutting, and she clutched the sheets to her bare chest as she sat up and reached for her nearby blade.

“Relax.” It was Meg who entered, carrying a small pile of clothing. “No Sam around.”

Dallas had forgotten to lock the door last night. She was getting sloppy.

“What are you doing here?” Dallas said breathless, hand still on the hilt of the dagger.

Meg stood at the foot of the bed, looked down at the clothes in her hand, then looked back at Dallas with a raised brow.

“Oh.” Dallas relaxed—only a little—taking her hand off the blade but keeping a tight grip on the one thing sparing her dignity.

“Sam thought you might want some fresh clothes. We can get the rest later.” Meg dropped the pile on the end of the bed. “And I can bring some food if you want.”

Several questions ran through Dallas’ mind, like why was Meg continuing to be nice, why was she barging in, what time was it, but what stumbled out was, “Where’s Sam?”

Meg grinned. “Doing boring king stuff. I can have him bring some food if you—”

“No,” Dallas cut her off, “It’s fine.”

“Alright, if you say so. I’ll give you an hour or so, then I’ll come back.” Meg began to walk out of the room. She turned back briefly with her nose slightly upturned. “You may want to shower.” And then she walked out the door.

Dallas quickly got up and ran to the door, securing the latch lock tightly. Then, feeling the embarrassment of her nakedness despite being alone, she took a blanket that lay across the end of the bed and wrapped it around herself.

She walked to one of the windows and drew back the thick curtains. She was met with a blinding afternoon sun which still sat high in the clear, blue sky. So she had slept about eight hours, give or take, yet she did not feel fully rested. She studied the horizon, trying to place the landscape in her mind, but she came up blank.

She turned away from the window and instead turned her attention to herself. The feel of day-old sweat lingered on her skin, and as she pulled at the ends of her hair, dry blood crumbled off. Not knowing who’s blood she was touching, she immediately headed for what she assumed was the bathroom through a door next to a fireplace.

Again, the room was grander than the previous bathroom, bigger in size and with a marble double sink and a claw foot tub, shower, and another marble fireplace. She stared at herself in the ornate silver mirror. How many times had she thought to herself that she looked tired lately? When was the last time she looked at herself and saw something good?

She turned away from the mirror, dropping the blanket to the floor and turning on the shower to scalding hot.

When she had finished, she dressed herself in the clothes Meg had brought, another set of dark jeans, black t-shirt, and undergarments, and towel-dried her hair. Meg must have had a good sense of time because Dallas heard a knock on the door as she stepped out of the bathroom.

“It’s just me,” Meg sang out, the sound of her voice muffled through the door.

Dallas braced herself for additional company as she unlocked and opened the door, but it was only Meg, and Dallas felt the slight tinge of disappointment.

“You look much better,” Meg quipped as she walked into the room.

“Thanks?” Dallas responded, closing the door behind her.

“Sam’s been in meetings all day, but he wants to show you around.”

Dallas let surprise flicker across her face. “Today? Doesn’t he need… time?”

“He needs distraction. He’ll get through it in his own way, probably after the wake.”

“Which is?”

Meg shrugged. “He’ll let us know when he’s got it figured out.”

Dallas stood there stupidly with a blank look across her face.

“Cat got your tongue?” Meg cooed.

“No, I,” Dallas stuttered, then regained her composure. “I’m fine.”

Meg laughed annoyingly, then walked a couple steps closer to Dallas, who tensed, taking a step back, not knowing the demon’s motives.

“Relax,” Meg said, “I’m not like other demons you may have met here, other bitchier ones. I’m a friend.”

Now it was Dallas’ turn to laugh. As much as she appreciated Meg’s dislike for Ruby, there was no way she really thought they’d be friends.

“Ouch,” Meg said with fake hurt. “I’ll pretend you didn’t just reject the friendship of the only demon here who doesn’t want to slit your throat. At all. Not even a little.”

“Sam doesn’t seem to want to kill me,” Dallas shot back.

“Sam’s not a demon,” Meg replied.

That’s the second time someone had told her that, she thought to herself. “Well, anyone who wants my blood will have to get in line,” Dallas replied tensely.

Meg smiled as if that response had satisfied some private qualification Dallas was unaware of, then she responded, “Let’s go, you don’t want to keep the king waiting.”

[cannibalcoyote]

Unraveled Ch.7: Frustration

Ch.6 Ch.8

After the conference I had a feeling Alec was withholding something from me, something that brought back bad memories for both of us. I let it slide for now though, simply happy to have him back as company, though this time a little bit more than friendship.

Afterwards we both went back to his room, laying down and talking a little more, I invited him to stay at mine instead of living in a hotel, even offered him my spare house near the pier if he didn't want to stay with me in my other isolated house on the hills, but him being him, he refused, and I know better than to try and change his stubborn mind. I left his room afterwards and drove to my small home near the water, falling into another night of nightmares, waking up several times as the haunting experiences continued to replay in my mind.

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Waking up early after barely having slept, I throw on my normal work clothes, tucked in shirt with trousers and a jacket, only eating a piece of toast with black coffee; a habit I've gotten into, slowly having it become what I'm living off of, with the random dinner invitation from Ellie every month or so.

Walking outside I am immediately greeted by the eager waves splashing about, and the sun already having risen slightly. Pulling the cover off my car and sliding into the leather seat, pushing the stick shift into gear and speedily heading off towards work.

Clearly, I still don't get up early enough to beat Alec, running into him up as I reach the steps to the station. Both of us glance up from the ground, and smile when we see each other. Alec is about to say something to me when a little demon from the past decides to make an abrupt appearance.

Karen White. The reporter who ruined our lives. Well not exactly, more like turned us over.

I hide behind the side profile of Alec, hoping his hunched over self would be able to hide me from this reporter, and Alec seems more than willing to oblige in hiding me.

"D.I. Hardy. Karen White, Daily Herald." She states as though he's never met her before.

"I know. You came to the briefing last night." Alec responds, trying to keep her attention away from me and on him. My anger was growing though, who does she think she is, coming here, acting like we've never met her before, acting as though she never did what she did to us.

"I just wondered if I could buy you a cup of tea." Karen asks, completely taking me off guard on how casual she can be after what she did to us. Clearly Alec feels the same as he suddenly stops right before the door, I didn't expect it, so I kept walking, allowing Karen to finally see me. Her eyes instantly widening at the sight of myself, clearly only thinking Alec was on this case.

"D.I. Carlisle? Can I buy you a cup of coffee?" Karen immediately asked, causing me to glare at her, about to respond and say 'piss off', but Alec beat me to it.

"You're astonishing." Clearly pissed at her question, walking over and holding the door open for me, then quickly following me inside.

"Well, if you need me I'm staying at the Traders." Karen manages to get in just before the door shuts.

"This is bloody great! Now she knows we're both here, and bonus, she's staying in the same hotel as you!" I exclaim in sarcasm, tossing my short messy hair out of my eyes as Alec rolls his. We continue in silence and walk into a VERY busy reception.

"Oh, sir, for you. You need to get yourself organized up there. It's Saturday, the phone lines can't cope." The uniformed officer states, handing Alec some papers whilst I wait at the elevators.

As we enter our area, the busy reception seems like nothing, people are moving benches, some moving tables, everyone noisily at work as we both walk over to his office.

"Morning. We got you a coffee." Ellie says in an attempt to be nice to her grumpy boss.

"Oh no, he doesn't drink coffee" "I don't drink coffee." Alec and I state at the same time as he walks into his office. I let out a humorous laugh as Ellie replies,

"Course you don't." Making me give a small smile and walk over to her.

"I'll take the coffee since grumpy doesn't want it." I reply as I reach over and take it from her, getting a slightly shocked look from her due to how I openly called him grumpy in the office without even lowering my voice. I go over to my desk and sit down, straightaway not liking how busy the office feels, and getting slightly uncomfortable at the strangers who are putting in the phone lines. After trying to work for several moments I give up, walking over to Alec and Ellie at the whiteboard while trying not to run into anyone.

"SOCO are at work on the beach, it's going to be a long one. Oh, we're still going through the Latimer house." Ellie states as she leans against the whiteboard, smiling over at me in acknowledgment before looking over at the distracted D.I. Who was looking at Danny's photo in thought.

"Sir, are you listening?" Ellie questions.

"Danny's skateboard. Danny's mobile - Priority. Also, main suspects. Both of you know this town, I've heard you're pretty popular Carlisle, who's the most likely?" Alec questions, causing me to back up at having to think about any of these people as murderers, but I quickly shake the feeling off as Alec continues.

"If the boy was killed before he was left on the beach, where's the murder scene? What're you doing now?" He suddenly asks, catching Ellie off guard, myself being used to his multiple questions and then a sudden blunt one.

"We've managed to find a Family Liaison Officer, I'm gonna take him over to the Latimer's. Oh. And Jack Marshall, owns a paper shop, rang in. He said he'd remembered something." Ellie says, walking over to her desk, then back with a paper in hand, Alec grabbing it and heading off, grabbing my arm and pulling me along with him. Ellie giving a confused look whilst saying,

"You're welcome." Although Alec, ever the rude one, never said thank you. Almost dragged out of the office by Alec, I quickly shout a 'thank you' to Ellie and wave before out of hearing range. Alec dragged me down to the parking lot, myself grabbing the keys, unlocking my door then leaning over and unlocking his. Watching his tall frame squeezing into my two seater literally made my day.

"Jesus Els, I don't know how I forgot how small your car was." Alec sighs in annoyance as he lowers and backs up the seat to make leg and head room. I simply let out a laugh, reaching over and ruffling his hair slightly, earning a playful glare from him as he returned the gesture and ruffled mine, making it even more messy.

"Oi, don't mess with the driver or you'll be walking." I threaten jokingly as I point at him, Alec holding up his hand in fake surrender. I put the car in reverse, then switched into first gear and exited the lot.

"So where are we off to then?" I question as I can hardly remember the conversation.

"Have you been spacing out?" Alec asks right back, seemingly genuinely concerned at how much of the conversations I've been missing. The spacing out is an effect from the thing that happened when I got to Broadchurch, so I'll have to make something up.

"I don't know what you're talking about Hardy. Now answer the question, where are we heading?" I state sassily as I shift gears.

"You don't get to call me Hardy, it's Alec to you. And we're heading to Jack's shop, I'm sure you know where that is." Alec states pointedly at first, then drifting off as he looks out of the window.

"Spacing out Hardy?" I say mockingly as he takes his attention away from outside and gives me a playful glare, earning a smile from me.

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"Couldn't stop thinking about him all last night. I help run the Sea Brigade. Danny had been coming for about 18 months, on and off. Cheeky lad, but a good heart. It matters, a good heart." Jack finishes, I smile slightly, knowing Alec cares little for sentiment. His arms are crossed, and that scowl on his face looks permanent. The wind blowing his hair slightly as I hear him breathing in before speaking,

"You said you remembered something about seeing Danny." Alec voices, clearly wanting to get to the point as to why he's here. I give him a glance at his impatience as we listen to Jack.

"Must've been end of last month. Around a quarter to 8:00 on a Wednesday morning. On the road leading up to the cliff tops on the way to Lingo Hull, I saw him." Jack states as he leans against his shop, remembering the occurrence.

"What was he doing, Jack?" I inquire.

"Talking to the postman. Well... Not talking. More like arguing. He was quite a way away. But the body language was pretty clear. Then Danny stormed off. The postman was calling after him." Jack says, wandering into his store as he continues work.

"You're certain it was the postman?" Alec questioned as he leans against the cash register.

"Well, he has a bag. And one of those high-visibility jackets. Who else is going to be out that time in the morning." Jack responds, I watch him as Alec takes out his notepad.

"Can you describe him for me?" Alec questions, clearly wanting to get the information and interview the guy already.

"Well, he was a long way off. Medium height, short brown hair, I think. It was only after you were in yesterday that I remembered. I should've mentioned." Jack says as Alec looks up at him. I have a feeling Alec doesn't trust Jack at all, and I know that I'm not supposed to take sides, but I just know that Jack would never hurt Danny, especially after what happened to his son.

Alec heads off to the car after getting a call from Ellie, I stay back a bit to speak to Jack real quick.

"I urge you to tell them about your past, Jack. Alec is already suspicious of this sudden sighting, please, just tell him, I'll make sure to find the truth, but he will never trust you if you don't tell him and it gets out!" I state, exasperated at this whole situation.

"I've already told you Elspeth, my past is mine, and mine alone." Jack states stubbornly. I walk over and calmly place my hand on his arm as I stare,

"I know Jack, but..." I'm cut off as Jack turns and harshly grabs my arm, backing me up a few steps as his grip tightens.

"But nothing Elspeth, you promised to speak nothing of it and you will keep to that if you don't want everyone knowing what happened to you!" Jack coldly threatened. He was the one who found me after the altercation, that is one of the reasons why we had become so close.

I look at Jack with fear in my eyes at his betrayal, ripping my arm away from him and leaving. I pull down my sleeve and I slip into the car, knowing that my wrist is going to bruise from his tight grip.

"What took you so long." Alec sighs as I start up the car.

"Just wanted to check out the newspapers." I state, looking over my shoulder as I reverse, too lazy to think of a better excuse. Alec leaves it alone after hearing my tone, instead telling me to head over to the hotel where we would meet Ellie. I'm mulling over my thoughts, thinking about what happened back there at Jack's. All I had been trying to do was help him, but he took it as a threat and threatened me back. Christ knows everyone would treat me like a fragile piece of glass if they found out, and Alec, well Alec would either leave me, or kill the person who did it.

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"So why are we meeting Ellie at the hotel?" I questioned as I pulled in across the street.

"I don't know, why don't you want to tell me what really happened back there at Jack's?" Alec asked back, his question seeming to hold a sarcastic sass to it whilst remaining completely serious.

"Don't start Alec, I'm not in the mood." I nearly growl as I get out and slam my door shut after locking it.

"Lock your door." I yell before walking over, not caring to wait.

Inside the hotel we take Becca into an empty room before talking to her.

"Chloe Latimer says you supplied her with a wrap of cocaine." Ellie suddenly states, causing me to almost do a double take out of surprise. I already don't like Becca, but this made it worse. The thought of Becca supplying someone I thought of as my niece with cocaine made my blood boil.

"What? You're kidding?" Becca replies, myself maintaining a glare at her, which Becca promptly avoids.

"Why would she say that if it's not true?" Ellie replies, probably wanting to find out the truth as much as myself. Becca lets out a sigh as she thinks about how she's going to answer us.

"Tell us the truth, or I will get your license removed." I harshly threaten as I eye her coldly. Ellie looked over at me, not only surprised by my tone, but also by the fact that I said that, Alec also gave me a questioning glance before returning it to the now fearful hotel owner.

"There was this couple down from London for a long weekend, in a suite, spending money. They asked me if I could get them some coke." Becca replies after a sigh and stumbling upon her words slightly as my threat floated in the air.

"Chloe was working for me that weekend. I asked her if she knew where I might find some. She took so bloody long, the couple had gone. I just gave it back to her." Becca continued exasperated at how she might get in trouble. My glare on her only got colder as she continued, making her squirm, slightly uncomfortable. Alec, with his arms still crossed, slightly nudged my ribs, making me turn to him, his facial expression telling me 'lighten up, being a hard ass is my job'. I almost listened, but then remembered how Becca just asked my "niece" where to find cocaine.

"Where did Chloe get it from?" Ellie continued questioning, both Alec and I staying silent with our arms remaining crossed.

"Um, she said a friend. She didn't tell me his name. She said he didn't deal, but he knew where to get stuff." Becca replies, slightly calmer since I'm no longer glaring daggers at her.

"Did her brother have anything to do with it?" Alec suddenly questioned. Getting looks from both Ellie and Becca at his question.

"It's, it's nothing to do with that." Becca replies. A moment of silence ensues as we all mull over a possible connection, even Ellie thinking about it while Becca just looks more and more nervous about the situation.

"Do I get arrested?" Becca suddenly asks.

"We will have to process the offense." Ellie responds, myself looking around now bored of this conversation.

"Is there any way we could keep this quiet? As Elspeth clearly said, I could lose my license." Becca questions, nervously glancing over at my rigid form.

"Fix a time to come down to the station, make a formal statement." Alec explains. Becca gave an anxious and questioning look between all of us before nodding.

We leave the hotel, Alec and myself getting into my car. Still angry and shocked at my conversation with Jack I tightly clench my fists around the steering wheel before I place my hand on the stick, about to shift gears when Alec gently places his hand on top of mine. The frustration in my mind suddenly stills, I feel slightly calmer as I slowly look at our hands before looking up to him.

"Y'know, out of all the people I thought you'd snap on, the hotel owner was not who I expected." He says in an all too familiar tone, picking up my hand and lightly gliding his thumb over the top. I let out a sigh in displeasure knowing that my frustration was so obvious. Letting my head fall back against the headrest lazily, I stare up at my car's ceiling before responding.

"I'm just having a bad day." Blunt, vague, but that was how it would stay. I'm taking no risks on anyone finding out about Jack, because then they would find out about me, and that is not something I need during this case.

"You want to talk about it." Alec asks softly as he looks over at me. I really do, but I know I can't.

I pause in thought, letting a few seconds of silence float stiffly in the air before replying, "Nope."

Taking my hand out of his, throwing the car in reverse then into gear, heading back to the station in silence, mostly because Alec rarely ever sees this side of me.

Ch. 6 Ch.8

[wolveswarrior124]

Puss' and Death's confession (based on my dream)

Part 2...

{Remember, Puss is a female version on this au of mine...}

It was been few months since Puss and Death confession. Eventually, she is now having her perfect relationship with Death, and she is now his girlfriend. Few weeks went past on, Puss was planning to drop out on her university. She gotten something on her mind that wants more than everything for her future. She wants better life and have perfectly, truly mate for Death. However, she has to wait patiently and take it easy on Death since he is new on their date.

Accordingly for her last day for today, she already packed her stuff and clothes. She is ready to take off from university, but where elsewhere to live when she is independent cat. Not her adopt mother, mama Imelda who raised her. Her mother became owner of the orphans and nursery for children.

Not even her older brother who has his own business and becomes famous of engineers. Surely, he is just smartest egg in first History, and dearly for Puss, he is the one overprotective brother.

Her closest friends had already married and have a. family of their own. Definitely, she is one best auntie for Shrek and Fiona's children. Donkey and his wife who is dragon. Both have weird breed children, but at least she was a babysitter for their children.

Kitty still staying in the university for her own vehicle engine business for her future. And yet, she is her roommate, but when Puss told her she will be dropping out. Kitty was started to overwhelmed for Puss, tries to ask her questions and why she doesn't focus on her future. Puss did told her relationship with same wolf (did not told Kitty his real name is Death). Kitty was glad to finally seeing Puss with a relationship, but she doesn't why Puss doesn't want to stay in. Puss did tell her the truth about how her life been treated and doesn't go right. Hopefully, both becomes friends and if they need each other.

Not even Perrito since he was early graduated this same university. He is indeed talking dog, but he surely great to become therapy dog.

Nothing else to be staying for the place. Probably it will be the best for Puss if she convinced to her mother to stay her home until she will find a perfect home to stay for herself.

That leaves for her boyfriend...

However, she doesn't know her boyfriend, Death, has a place. He is a grim reaper for goodness sake... She doesn't know if he isn't type of wolf who could sleep nor eat when he told her about his immortality and his entire eternity.

Now let back to reality, here she was in the balcony next to her bedroom or at least used to be her bedroom that only left her room. Package looking ready in the room, her whole room looks empty and white-ish. The moon is bright like any crystal ball while the stars as diamonds that sparkle. Puss is in her nightgown that shows her fur breast and even her body. Her tail lazily swing side by side in curious. Her emerald eyes bright enough into the pit of darkness. Gazing at the buildings and one of the building that has a bell. She is glazing at her empty university that looks ghost town except some have pole lights barely lights.

However, she wasn't focus to her university. She IS looking for someone with bloody eyes bright and looks on someone's soul into the darkness. She remembers one time when she first met Death, it was surely surprised and sudden for Puss to see two bloody pairs eye that right looking down on her soul. Frightened, of course. He does love to smell of fear. It was intoxicated~...

She cringes for her to react like that, she shivering down to her shoulder unfortunately the cold air blowing through her nightgown skirt that has light purple.

Before she could have a chance head back inside, a large figure appears out of nowhere that gives her surprise hug behind her. A muzzle goes down to her shoulder before let out warm breath. Puss places her paw on his muzzle to feel warm breath which she knows it was her boyfriend, Death. He has his hood on, his tail begins to wag, and his nose sniffing to smell of lust and calm from him and Puss. How much he misses Puss so long during his job of reapering.

"Hola, Lobo," Puss muttering but not sound so great. She was happy to sees him but something is wrong for her to have so overthinking.

"Hola, mi Gatita. How was your day?" He calmly questioned and then kisses her neck softly.

Puss let out humming for answer, but she insists to let him kiss her on the neck before comes up to her cheek.

Suddenly, another sniff of desperate that Death's nose senses something wrong. He takes another sniff until comes from Puss.

He stops smoothly on her cheeks and looks back at her overwhelmed expression. "Is there something wrong?" He concern.

Puss. looking back at him with worries but slowly turn other way. "I just.... I just don't know where to live," she sadly said.

"Since everyone have their own place... My adopt mother have her own business of orphan, even my oldest adopt brother has his own different business, but I don't know if he let me in since our last argument. I can't stay over at my closest friends at all. However, I don't know you have a place, " she finishes as takes another sad sigh.

A paw grabs her chin made her turn at Death with half of wonder. Seeing him in worried and caring which she wants to talk with him just more than anything.

"Have I ever told you that I have a mansion house that far far away from this place?" He calmly said now his smirk grows.

Puss' eyes wide open in surprise to hear words escape from a silver wolf. His lip touches her lip with quick kiss. He goes up to her ear then softly whispers, "there are other things that I want for you to know. I used to own the place since I was just normal king who have no kingdom but just a grim reap doing his job. I don't like royal things like any rules or anything but I do love to pick a soul from mortal."

Puss gasp in surprise to feel a paw goes down through her spine and goes back up to her shoulder. Feeling a wetness tongue running up to her cheek as he continues to speak, "years have been passed after we met each other. And now, that we are in our. relationship. There is something that I need to tell you. "

Puss let out quiet gulp goes down through her throat then looking up at Death with curiously. Surprisedly, there is something on her mind that he has some sort of confession but what? He and herself already confession to each other since few months. Their relationship already looks perfect enough for each other. What else he got something on his mind?

He then sniffing on her shoulder once again before he able to kiss and lick on her neck. His tone sudden went deep and softly.

"Stay with me?"

Puss is stunning to heard from three words out from his mouth. Her heart starting to racing by following fast beats that pounding on her chest.

"W-w-what?" She questionable to look down at him.

Death, however, still licking on her neck as he speaks, "stay with me? So we both have our wonderful life for together. I believe that I want something more than just our perfect relationship."

Puss then looks other way with feelings wasn't too sure about this. Where else she should lives? On her first thought, she wants something more than being girlfriend and boyfriend with him. While on other thoughts, she wants to take it slow. But seeing him in excitement and full of adoring, it surely made Puss not saying no as answer. No reply from Puss who still have nervous expression.

Death softly sigh, "we both know that you have nowhere to stay nor comfort. However, I guess we will take it slo—" All of sudden, he was about to finish his sentence when her voice cut him off.

"No!" This made Death slowly looking back at her with feeling confused.

Not knowing she grows her small smile then answer, "I want to stay with you. I really want to and .... And I'm feeling same way as you, Death. " She softly said then Death's lip touches her lips in surprise.

Puss' eyes went wide open but closes both to feel enjoy their moment. Until Death's tongue enters into her mouth. Exploring from inside of her mouth, Puss let out moan. Touches her tongue and her sharp fangs even Puss let him touches. Unfortunately for Puss, she needs air by feeling breathless. Both pulls away from their lips as a saliva string between their tongue.

"You have no idea how I feel, Gata. When after you arrive to my mansion, there are so many thing that we want to do. First, we will become mate," he exclam to her with full of lust.

"y-you mean? We will get marry?" She softly said which made Death's tail wagging in excitement.

"Sí, mi amor. There will be wedding party, and then we will be off to our honeymoon," he glancing back at her emerald eyes.

"what about having our children of our own?" Puss really wants to have nice, beautiful family with someone, so she will become mate with them.

"Pups! Kitten! What ever you want, mi Gatita! One big family!" His voice went soft to excitement.

Both embrace each other before their lips reconnected by touches. Hearing smoothies from between their noise except for Puss who moaning out of his name. Death then picks her up in brace while both still continuing kiss. Too busy fighting their tongue war; Puss let him win the war again. After several seconds, Death pulls his tongue out from Puss' mouth. Puss who was now breathless. Heavily panting from Puss with emerald eyes staring back at the run eyes.

Death begins to smirk in adore which his paw grabs her butt cheeks before he squirm. Puss let out yelp escape from her mouth.

"Wants me to continue our little fun time in the bedroom~," he deeply, softly whispers on Puss' ear which made her shivering down through her spine.

Puss slowly nods feeling a bit hopeless and nervous in same time. After her respond to take it as yes for Death's questions, he immediately carry her in bride style and head back to the bedroom. Shut the door behind him.

Two year later....

In two years after Puss moves in Death's old mansion, already get to knew his siblings, confession to her friends and family about him, and both got married. She even became immortal since she knows he was a grim reaper, and she knows there is no turning back. She was going to miss her friends, but hopefully she will see them in past of after few years.

She was had great time to have nice honeymoon with Death. After visited to nice paradise that she ever wanted it. Had her first time that she lost her virginity to Death.

After few months later, she became pregnant. During her few months, her stomach was a bit huge to have pup, kitty, or half breed. Puss and Death doesn't care what type of their children look like as long as both will become a big family.

Finally after two months later, she gives birth that was half breed, their two months infant was half-cat and half-wolf. Especially it is a baby girl that has large wolf ears with her eyes close while sleeping. Her white fur like snow goes along with gray tiger stripes like her mother. One big spot on her left eye. Soft, quiet purring comes out from their daughter was on her mother's arm.

A female feline was singing a small lullaby for her daughter with soft whispers. Her daughter even wraps around with a pink blanket.

A feline is now on her daughter's bedroom that fill of decorations with color of pink. A small crib with clear white curtains top of the crib even has pink covers underneath and the hood. Large teddy bear next to the crib.

While a feline who still carrying her infant daughter, she climbs up on small staircase. Before she places her infant back to the crib.

Puss continues sang until she stops herself after she places her infant daughter to the crib bed.

Seeing a small hybrid sleeping on the crib when Puss kisses on her forehead which it did made her stroke a bit and let out small breath. Later, she left her daughter resting in her crib before she turned off the lights. nightlight showing white stars on the ceiling.

Puss was about to close the door, seeing her daughter continues sleeping on the crib. "Goodnight, mi pequeña," she said then shut the door with small clicks.

In few hours, Puss is sleeping on king size bed with clear white curtains on top. The large white blanket covers her body, with quietly purring out from her throat, and she is now resting on her bed. Little did she knows, a balcony door slowly turns turn the doorknob down then opens it a bit with small clicks. A cold air blowing through the prep open crack which made a female feline shivering down through her shoulder while she is sleeping. Her moan escape out from her mouth and moves a bit.

Two red eyes staring at her from the darkness on the bedroom. Soon a large figure with red eyes revealed to be a silver wolf out from the shadow and seeing a feline laying in the bed with hearing purring.

He comes up to her slowly, quietly, so he wouldn't wake her up. Looking down at same feline sooner he starts to relaxes himself with small sigh. Seeing his wife peacefully sleeping on their king size bed.

He leans down to kisses on her cheeks into more licking. Which made Puss stirring to feel a tongue running through her cheek. A wolf continuing licks on her cheek down to her neck. Puss then made more stirring until her paw goes up to his large head. However, she is unable to reaches due to his height. But she surely does missing him.

She turns at his face with small tired smiling as soon as their lips touches with few smooches between their lips.

"Hola, mi amor. How was your day?" He quietly question when she let out quietly sleepy groan.

"It was alright. If you ask about our daughter; she is doing fine. I took her in bed, " she whispers.

"She is quite restless," she compliments while Death let out chuckle in feeling adore. He could imagine to be seeing his daughter decline to be tired.

"She surely does," he also replied when both went back to their kissing.

In few seconds, Death then goes on top of her while their lips still touches. Puss begins to moan from her mouth, their tongue dance off when a white paw grabs her tail before playful curly around. He smells a bit horny from her, but himself is more horny.

"Such a eager, Gatita~" He quietly whispers. Puss then giggling in feeling jokes as she smoothies back to him.

"It's not my fault that you're such in the mood," she said with small smile.

Once again, Death went back kissing and licking on Puss'mouth. When Puss' right ear to be hearing fade infant cry from the wall that was beside next to their bedroom. That was basically interrupting their moment.

When she pulls Death away with concern, a same wolf notices her expression with feeling confused to be seeing his wife. "What is it?" He question then Puss slowly got off from their bed after she shush him.

"Ruby?" Puss quietly calls her daughter's name. Death watches her leaving the bedroom when he was alone.

In few minutes, Puss who is now carrying her awaken daughter on her arms safely entertained in her bedroom. Death sigh of relief to be seeing his wife and his infant daughter. Their daughter —Ruby—has now calmer expression after she cried out their mother when she was having nightmares. Once after Puss climbing up to the bed with her daughter still on her arms, Ruby cooing to her parents.

"Looks like she was having nightmares when I see her cried in tears, " she calmly said then Death grabs his infant daughter to be seeing her relaxing now.

Death picks Ruby up in the air while a hybrid daughter looks down at her father with mixed of concern and worry. She let out sad whimpering until then Death brings her in his arms. While Puss is seeing them, she couldn't help but to calmly watching.

"She will sleep with us for a night," he softly whispers then Puss nodding her head in the agree. with him.

After Death places his tiredly daughter—who have her open half eyelids—on small pillow that was between their two pillows. Both Puss and Death lay back down while watches their daughter goes to sleep.

Ruby let out quiet yawn escape from mouth until finally she starts to be purring and softly snoring. Her parents looks each other with relief of smile before they kisses on Ruby's forehead.

Both give a kiss on her forehead then said in same time, "goodnight, Princesa/pequeña." Afterwards, both resting back down which Ruby still on the between of their side.

Puss pulls her covers while Death watches her doing with soft expressions. "Goodnight, Gata," he soft said made Puss smiles in lust.

"Good night, Lobo," she said back to him. Finally, three family members sooner to be resting while hearing quietly air on dark evenings night.

<-— Part 1 •

[inka-is-a-stinka]

It Seemed to Every Summertime

This particular song in this new album is so profound to me, and I just needed to post about the flashback it sparked. After the deeply accurate depiction of grooming in my opinion, especially in the second half of the song where the trunk opens, and the child in the car behind them sees the narrator hogtied and presumably bloodied in the trunk. The narrator puts his fingers to his lips and smiles. This, to me, Depicts the loss of innocence, the victim's more innocent years staring back at this victim being taken on what he now feels is a thrilling joyride, while now this child has a permanent, and rather confusing memory of something far ahead of his years. Loss of innocence and eagerness to rush the abuse with years of fast-paced blindness and reckless living, but only in the hands of the driver of the vehicle in this situation.

The mention of wanting to "do this every summertime" makes me remember when I was basically made to stay in a house with my "best friend" on summer nights in between school years.

Sunburn, heat, the smell of chlorine, a window with no screen, with an air circulator in front. It's past 3am. We're due for a thunderstorm, but it's not my house, so who am I to close the window?

Humid, sticky, and freezing cold, glass jar of pears in hand, as I wore the skimpy pajamas I was given because it was so hot on the second floor. I wasn't technically safe in that house. I was a minor, and an old pedophile was living there in the very next room watching television. I was vaguely aware of that information, but at the time, I was unaware of the severity. Callously enough, I didn't really live there. It wasn't my business.

Those pears tasted so fucking good. But the "brand new" hardwoods already reeked of dog piss from a relentlessly taunted German Shepherd, and dog dander from an elder golden retriever. The 80's couch, walls, and smoke-stained ceiling practically seeped with the smell of cigarettes. Years worth.

The ashtray in the center of the sticky, wooden kitchen table was still full from the afternoon prior to this morning. The sun isn't up yet, but it's threatening to rise if I don't get my ass back in that stuffy bedroom with her and try to get at least a few hours before baking in the pool and running in the creek the next day.

The next day was beautiful, and the following night, we snuck outside at an odd hour and looked at the stars from the pool. Not before her stripping in front of me, of course. She locked me outside for minutes after I identified a few constellations and talked about the moon. I knew better. I was "too dumb" to have any place talking about what was beyond the earth we looked up from. Yet I still silently begged her to let me back inside, of course. What else was I to do while the rest of the world was asleep?

[moonpyes]

Chapter IV

I managed to convince the doctor to let me inspect the wound myself, and we were left behind a closed curtain. The cut seems superficial but it was bleeding quite a bit. Her blood covered my own hands and her shirt. I didn’t make eye contact with her as I started to wipe away the blood with a damp cloth.

“I’m sorry.” Angelina mumbled softly, almost to the point where I couldn’t hear it, “I was just spreading the jam and the knife slipped.”

I sighed through my nose and looked at her through my eyebrows, “I don’t need to know how it happened. Just that it doesn’t happen again.” I felt her hand stiffen as I held eye contact. I looked back down to her wound and wiped the seeping blood. This was the worst thing that could have happened on this day. I bring her and she gets a cut!

Especially with this guy. He wouldn’t let us walk away peacefully and it took me forever to convince him that I wanted to do it myself. Y’know, since I’m a caring, loving brother. He was probably listening right now to hear what we were talking about. He was on the other side of this curtain with a healer. It was dead quiet right now.

“Okay, it stopped bleeding.” I put the blood soaked cloth into the tin and reached for the bottle that was next to it, “This is going to sting.” I quickly poured some over the wound and she wiggled on the bed, her face scrunching up but not a peep came out of her.

I set it aside and patted the area dry and then started to bandage her hand. When it was completely on I nodded at her and she got up. I saw her tuck her hand inside of the coat, then slip out from behind the curtain.

“Wow! It looks like he did a good job.” Lord Preston sounded energetic as usual from what I could hear, “Your older brother sure knows a lot of things, huh?”

I flicked my gaze to the tin with the bloodied water and towel in it. The blood was definitely noticeable and I had to do something about it. Before exiting the curtain I quickly waved my hand then stepped out from behind the curtain and put on my smile, “Ah, Milord. I really do appreciate you letting us use such a nice place.”

He waved his hand, “No worries. All there is to do now…” He looked towards the healer who nodded and stepped forward.

“I will just heal it a bit.” He bowed his head and then opened his hands out to Angelina. She glanced at me and I nodded. When they finally joined hands there was a bright green glow and the healer nodded, “It has been healed a bit. Make sure not to work your hand too much.”

The pulled her hand back to her chest, “Thank you.” She bowed her head.

“Now that you have been properly taken care of…” Lord Preston spoke while opening his arm, “Would you like to join me for…”

“We can’t.” I interrupted, dropping my head, “Forgive me, Milord. We need to attend to some business.” When I lifted my head and met Lord Preston’s gaze, I felt my hair stand on the back of my neck. He was staring so intently at me, his eyebrows were furrowed and one side of his mouth was downturned.

“It can not be helped, then.” He looked away from me, “Then, I will get going first.”

Lord Preston left and Angelina and I were let out of the suffocating place.

I wasn’t lying when I said we had things to do after leaving. Because as soon as we left I stopped by a motel and told Angelina to stay there. Though she argued with me and I left later than I had hoped. Down a particularly dark alley I stopped and traced a symbol on the wall. One brick at a time it moved out of the way to create an opening.

“Welcome valued patron.” A person in a bear mask greeted me from my right and I nodded and walked closer, “Take this, and this.” I took them without a word and walked to the far end of the room where a large archway opened up into a balcony that overlooked a seemingly endless room. A familiar sight.

“Did you hear about what Aiden brought in today?” I stopped on the stairs as two people passed me to leave.

“She’s fucking insane!” The other responded and clenched his hand into a fist, “But if I had known it went for that much…I would have gone for it myself!”

I knew exactly what they were talking about. It was what I was on my way to get right now. But looking down at my watch it was only a couple seconds before our appointed meeting time and I sighed at the fear I was about to receive as I started my way down the many tents, stalls, and paths to my destination.

This was called Loki’s Market because you would only go here if you were mischievous, or worse. This place sold poisons, banned weapons, magic devices (stolen obviously). You must be wondering how a place like this hasn’t been shut down yet. Well, that’s because the Imperial family are known patrons of the place themselves.

Just a couple full moons ago the third prince of the Imperial Family was spotted. Though he was under a thick coat. But the almost glowing blonde hair made it impossible for him to hide his identity properly. It hasn’t been only him that has visited, but others as well. That whole family is damn suspicious even now. But how can I even call them that, when I’m entering a tent to buy something of my own.

“You’re late.” Was the first thing I heard when I entered. I looked down at my watch and realized I must have taken my sweet time walking, because it was five minutes past the meeting time. I shrugged and took off my mask.

“Aiden, I was thinking…”

“That’s rare.” Aiden cut me off and turned around in her chair, a pissed off expression was on her face, “You better be glad I’ve been so accommodating towards your requests.” She reached for a glass of alcohol on her desk, downing the whole thing before looking, no glaring, back at me with her blood red eyes, “Sit.”

Aiden. She ran one of, if not the most, successful business, in all of Loki’s markets. She sold all sorts of weapons, some poisons, the antidote to those same poisons. There’s even a rumor going around that she was even hired to kill someone once. I don’t know if I believe that one though. She was a cunning, demanding individual and many people were afraid of her, for all the right reasons, “Yes, Ma’am.”

“Ugh.” She groaned, “Don’t call me ma’am. I’m only thirty six.”

I laughed, “Whatever.” I met her eyes as I sat, “Well?”

“‘Well’ what?” She twirled the glass on the table, inspecting the cold ice.

If I didn’t have a headache before, I definitely have one now, “The fruit. Do you have it?”

“Ah…” She smiled and I felt my heart drop to my stomach. She never smiled. Not even I brought her the sweets from the bakery she liked, “The one that you went on and on about? The one that you bribed me with so many sweets to get? The one I risked my neck for?”

I nodded slowly, my eyes grew wider by the second, “Yes…that one.” My heart was pounding in my chest. She only acted this way when she fucked someone over big-time,

“I sold it.” Her smile didn’t disappear and she continued to talk and offer me an unwanted explanation, “They offered hundreds of thousands more than you, they were more polite than you too, y’know. Oh my, look at your face! You must be pissed.”