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mydearlybeloathed · 10 months ago

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── 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: you just can't get to sleep thanks to a terrible rainstorm terrorizing the ship. luckily, your tossing and turning inspired nami with an idea: just go sleep with the swordsman.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: roronoa zoro x fem!reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k

don' ask about the aesthetic k? k 💙

𝐎𝐏 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

With how the hail storm rattled against the hull of the ship, and how the vessel careened on the waves, you were at a loss as to how Nami was fast asleep already.

The crew had settled down for sleep hours ago, the laughter and teasing from dinner falling into a soft silence draping over each and every one of you—well, except you, that is.

Even after months at sea, the incessant rocking had you curling into yourself, headache blooming under the skin of your temples. Groaning, you rolled around on your sheets, burying your face in your pillow as you shoved the blanket off your shoulders and down your body. Chill air hit you instantly, a contrast to the sweat rising from your skin. All you wanted was sleep, but your ears rang with the sound of rainfall and the far off thunder rumbling through the sky.

You tossed and turned again and again, rest ever so far away and the sway of the Going Merry making kept your mind alert with all its tilts and jumps. Yet another grunt of frustration huffed from your lips, and Nami finally sprang up, glaring at you from across the cabin.

“What’s wrong?” she demanded, her eyes heavy and her annoyance high.

Great. Now Nami was upset, which usually lasted a whole day if you were unlucky. You didn’t bother turning back to look at her, digging yourself deeper into your blanket. “Sorry…”

She sighed and rubbed at her cheek, gaze drifting over your exhausted form, taking in what she could in the dark. Settling back down, Nami said what she’d been thinking for the past two hours of listening to you loll around restlessly. “Just go sleep with Zoro.”

A beat passed, your eyes slowly opening as you tried to convince yourself you’d heard her wrong. You flipped around and gaped at the girl slinking into her sheets with a smirk you would catch through any dark room. “What? Why would I—Why would you—Nami!”

She chuckled darkly, her bright eyes finding yours. Nami propped her head up on her hand. “It wouldn’t be the first time, right?”

Trying and failing to make a comeback, you opened and closed your mouth like a gaping fish, settling on crossing your arms over your chest. “That’s none of your business.”

“Uh-huh,” she drawled. “But I’ve got dawn watch and am in desperate need of sleep.” All you did was stare at her, your glare fading. Nami rolled onto her back, offering into the silence, “It’s not like he’ll turn you away.”

You tried so very hard to let her logic roll off your shoulders, but it was cold (Zoro was warm) and you were tired (Zoro was a good napping buddy). As appealing as the idea was, you didn’t want to bother him. Zoro was probably just getting back from his night watch, Sanji heading up to the deck in his wake. Zoro wouldn’t turn you away, but he might grumble at you, and sometimes that was worse.

“Stop overthinking,” Nami’s voice whispered through a hiss. “He likes you.”

She was just trying to give you heart palpitations saying stuff like that. “Does not.”

“Mhmm. Get some sleep… with Zoro.”

You threw your pillow across the room, missing her bed by a longshot. You could throw pillows and shout whispered words at her all you wanted—it didn’t change that she had a point.

It wouldn’t be the first time you crawled into Zoro’s hammock late at night, seeking shelter from sleeplessness that seemed to miraculously melt in his embrace. Nami might’ve been right; Zoro might like you, at least more than he liked anybody else. It was confusing most days, but your mind was so mushy with fatigue you didn’t bother running over the finer details of your affections for the swordsman.

You puffed out a huff, eliciting a growl from the dark, “Go. Or neither of us will sleep.”

“Fine.” You threw off your blanket and marched out of the cabin before you could lose your nerve, trudging through the nearly pitch black hall of the Merry.

You yelped as you tripped over a discarded broom, cursing into the night as you kicked it aside and kept on toward the boy’s cabin. As soon as you laid eyes on the closed door, your footsteps faltered, heart stuttering.

The ship leaned on the waves and sent you teetering into the wall, and the decision was suddenly easy. You inched the door open gently, wincing at the momentary creak, and slipped inside.

The boys’ cabin always had a… unique scent to it. Somewhere between burning socks and musk is how Nami described it. Honestly (now, you would never tell her this), you just thought it smelled like Zoro. Though Zoro might’ve been slightly less odorous on good days, you mused.

The swordsman of your infatuation lay in a swaying hammock tied up between two support beams holding up the ceiling. A flash of lightning illuminated his peaceful face for a brief moment, and the room was back to black.

Collecting your wits, you approached him slowly, careful not to step on any of the clutters the boys left lying about. Lip pinched between your teeth, you stepped around a crate of slingshot ammo Usopp had crafted, catching your foot on the slingshot itself and jumping out of the way.

You swept the room fretfully, yet no one stirred, the usual snores rising and falling. A sigh puffed form your chest as you turned back to Zoro’s hammock, only to lock eyes with the stoic swordsman as he gazed blearily up at you.

Lurching back, you calmed your racing heart and huffed at him. “You scared me.”

Zoro leaned up on his elbows, confused. “You scared me.” His gaze flickered all over your face. “What’re you doing?”

You fisted your hands, feeling like a deer at headlights, and blurted, ��Nami kicked me out.”

Zoro’s brows drew instantly. “What?” He rose halfway when you hand found his chest, gently pushing him back down.

“I mean,” you amended. “I couldn’t sleep, and she got tired of me rolling around…” Bashful in how you averted your eyes, swaying on your feet, “I… sleep better with you. Y’know?”

Not even a second later he tugged on your arm to draw you closer, shuffling over to offer you some room. You smiled softly, falling into the space beside him, molding right into his side. “Yeah, I know.”

Your face warmed, your heart swelled, and you rested your head on the rigid outline of his shoulder, adjusting to find a comfortable place. Zoro’s arm slid under you and curled you further into his side, a sigh pulling from his chest, his muscles literally relaxing under each of your touches.

There wasn’t a name for what you and Zoro were, not yet anyway, and somehow you were fine with that. He was there, and you were there, and that felt like enough. For now, you let your eyes finally give way to exhaustion, the pelting of the rain growing fainter and fainter.

Nami was a tease, but she made some good points a lot of the time. You’d have to thank her in the morning, after you finally got to sleep in the arms of your swordsman.

#zoro #zoro x reader #opla!zoro x reader #opla #roronoa zoro x reader #one piece #one piece live action sanji #one piece x reader #x reader #reader insert #female reader

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townpostin · 5 months ago

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Monsoon Reactivates Across Jharkhand, Heavy Rain Expected

Weather Department Forecasts Thunderstorms And Widespread Rainfall Meteorologists predict favorable conditions for monsoon revival in coming days. JAMSHEDPUR – The monsoon is starting up again in Jharkhand, including the Kolhan region, and it will bring heavy rainfall to many areas on Wednesday. In Saraikela, the temperature reached a high of 39.1°C. In Jamshedpur, the maximum temperature was…

#राज्य #Dr. Abhishek Anand meteorologist #heavy rainfall alert #Jamshedpur Monsoon News #Jamshedpur weather update #Jharkhand climate patterns #Jharkhand Monsoon Revival #Kolhan region rainfall #Monsoon Trough Movement #Saraikela temperature #state #Thunderstorm Forecast Jharkhand

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allthebrazilianpolitics · 2 months ago

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More than half of Brazil is racked by drought. Blame deforestation.

In the north of Brazil, dried rivers have left communities accessible only by boat landlocked. In the central west, fires are razing what were once wetlands. And in the densely populated southeast, smoke from tens of thousands of blazes is choking cities.

Brazil is in the grip of its worst drought on record, Brazil’s Center for Natural Disaster Monitoring and Alerts said this month, a drought that has parched at least 59 percent of Latin America’s largest country and dried out more than 1,400 cities.

Even in a country that has grown increasingly inured to the damage wrought by drought — which in recent years has dried out swaths of the Amazon forest, killed scores of river dolphins and caused some territory to be reclassified as arid — recent scenes of privation and struggle have been startling.

Along the Rio Madeira in Amazonas state, locals are trekking miles on the hot sands of the dried riverbed in search of water. In the Pantanal, the world’s largest tropical wetland, fires have scorched an estimated 20,000 square kilometers (7,720 square miles). The vast Cerrado region is in the grip of the worst drought in at least 700 years, according to researchers at the University of São Paulo. And the air in São Paulo state has grown so heavy with forest fire smoke that authorities have urged people to avoid physical activity outside.

Much of the crisis, scientists say, can be explained by climate change, which is driving temperatures higher and making rainfall more unpredictable. But it’s been exacerbated by the deforestation of the Amazon, which has the potential to disrupt rainfall patterns across much of South America.

#brazil #brazilian politics #politics #environmentalism #environmental justice #image description in alt #mod nise da silveira #the last time it rained where i live was in april 🫠

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justnownews · 3 months ago

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Cyclone Alert Issued for Pakistan's Coastal Areas

The Pakistan Meteorological Department has issued a cyclone alert for the coastal regions of Sindh, including Karachi, due to severe weather conditions in the Arabian Sea. The cyclone, which has been classified as a deep depression, is expected to intensify and may bring heavy rains and strong winds to the area. Overnight, Karachi experienced intermittent heavy rainfall that has caused flooding…

#Arabian Sea storm #cyclone alert #cyclone impact #cyclone warning #Heavy Rainfall #Karachi emergency #Karachi floods #Karachi weather #Pakistan Meteorological Department #Sindh storm #storm warning #weather news #weather update

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plushieclan · 9 months ago

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Moon 4 Gathering

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“Ish dish enough frefkill?” Nightflower muffled through two mice crammed into her mouth.

Darkstar chuckled. “Hey, you shouldn’t have your mouth full when speaking, Nightflower.”

She spits the mice out onto the ground. “Heh, sorry Dad.”

Still, he nodded affirmatively. “With Shimmersky’s fish and Gingerclaw’s bluejay, we should have enough food for the gathering.”

“Darkstar! Darkstar!” a large bundle of orange fur barreled towards the two cats, crashing into Nightflower.

She laughed. “What’s wrong, Tigerkit?”

The ball of fluff straightened himself out until he resembled a normal cat. “Applepaw’s being mean again. She snapped at Pebblekit!”

Darkstar sighed. “Acting out isn’t going to make me change my mind. I’ll have a talk with Blossomtail.”

“About what?” Nightflower asked.

“I decided to have Applepaw stay behind this Gathering. She’s been too irresponsible as of late.”

“I suppose that makes sense.” she probably also would have been sulking if she was left behind.

“You know, since I’m so helpful…” Tigerkit started.

“No Gatherings until you’re an apprentice.” Darkstar sighed.

—

The Gathering itself was just as bustling. The fresh kill was deposited atop the grates of the flaming barrel for the after-gathering feast. Nightflower still didn’t do well with fire, so she handed off her freshkill to Dawnpaw. She decided to meet up with Lynxpaw and Firepaw while Dawnpaw took care of the food.

Firepaw wasn’t hard to find. Her bright red fur was like a beacon, even among a sea of other ginger cats. She was sat with Lynxpaw, who looked very happy.

“What’s the occasion?” Nightflower asked as she padded over.

“My warrior ceremony!” Lynxpaw declared, the enthusiasm palpable in her voice. “I’m Lynxclaw now.”

Firepaw looked glum. “I wish. My mentor’s been ignoring my training… I’ll never be a warrior at this rate.”

Lynxclaw paused. “I’m sorry Firepaw. That sucks.”

“Ah… whatever. I think Smallcloud is just getting sick or something. I don’t know why he’s been ignoring me.”

“Oh… I can’t imagine how you must be feeling.” Nightflower said. Even Leopardcloud, stuck in the nursery, still made sure she kept up her training when she wasn’t able to be there.

A large silence fell over the Gathering. It was time to start; the first leader stepped to the front. This moon, it was Redstar.

“To start, Swampclan has been well. Our kits are well-fed, and will grow strong. Our apprentices, even more so.” Redstar stated simply, before stepping back.

“I heard that those kits born last moon were his.” Lynxclaw whispered to Nightflower. “Jaggedkit and Sharpkit, I think they’re named. Poor kits. Now they have to turn out evil with those names.”

Nightflower wasn’t so sure, but she wasn’t willing to be scolded for talking during the Gathering.

Next, Finchstar took the front.

“My son and his mate have had a litter of three healthy kits! We thank Starclan for them.” He showed an uncharacteristic amount of emotion, before frowning again. His tone was grave. “Unfortunately, one of our border patrols was ambushed by a coyote. One of our apprentices, Splinterpaw, did not make it. We ask other clans to increase their patrols and stay wary until the coyote has left our lands.”

Whispers carried over the crowd— uncertain, and somewhat panicked, before the Wanderers representative spoke up.

“It will not take long for the coyote to leave. The Twolegs will chase it out once they notice it. Remain alert, but calm, while on patrol.” the representative stepped back, allowing Badgerstar to step forward.

“We have two new warriors, as well as one new cleric apprentice.” he drawled, seemingly not caring. “Lynxclaw, Locustclaw, and Mitepaw.” He paused to allow the clans to cheer.

Nightflower made sure to cheer extra hard for her good friend, who seemed extremely flattered by all the attention. Firepaw, on the other hand, looked like her flames had been doused by a heavy rainfall.

After the noise had died down, he spoke again. “We grieve the loss of our beloved Seedwhisker, who succumbed to illness. May my son carry on his path of benevolence in Starclan, just as he did in life.” he bowed his head, ushering in a moment of silence.

Nightflower looked over at Starleaf. Her mother was close with Seedwhisker, right? He was one of the members of her prophecy journey. Her mother was huddled up with her Grangeclan friends, Dovelight and Pearlheart.

The silence was broken with a single exclamation.

“Seedwhisker!”

Now, every clan was looking at the three mollies. Pearlheart was staring at the faded outline of a tom, though Nightflower couldn’t pick out any of the details. He was glowing a bright blue, which certainly wasn’t a real pelt color. Was that… a Starclan cat?

“What’s she looking at?” Lynxclaw asked, confusion lacing her voice.

“You don’t see the glowing cat in front of her?” Nightflower said.

Firepaw shook her head. “She’s just staring at nothing.”

“Well, there’s a Starclan cat right in front of her!”

Nightflower quickly looked around. Badgerstar had his head in his paws, and Bonestripe looked shocked. Finchstar merely looked confused, and Redstar was simply annoyed.

Clouds began to crowd around the full moon, blotting out all but a small circle in the middle.

Darkstar took the front, interrupting the moment. “Starclan has spoken. The Gathering has ended for now.” he jumped down, gathering the clanmates.

Nightflower barely had a moment to say goodbye to her friends when she was pulled away with the rest of Crystalclan.

He padded over to Nightflower as they left the Gathering. “Your mother is staying behind.”

“What was that?” Nightflower asked her father.

“You could see it, couldn’t you? How well?” he dodged her question.

“But— well, yes. I could see the glowing blue cat. I couldn’t tell who it was though. Was he from Starclan?”

He nodded to her. “So not well. I see… yes, that glowing cat was a Starclan cat.”

“But why did that ghost appear?”

“To say goodbye.” Darkstar replied. “or maybe to give a warning. We won’t know until we ask your mother.”

“I guess that food will go to waste now…” she said absentmindedly.

“It won’t. Don’t worry about it.” he licked her forehead. “Come on. Let’s go home.”

As he walked away, Nightflower could only wonder what Starclan was thinking. Perhaps she’d ask her mother. Hopefully her mother was willing to share what she’d learned.

—

“Beware the jagged thorns of the lake, for they will sink into you like a lifeline.” Pearlheart repeated back to the other two.

“What could that mean?” Starleaf asked, worry in her eyes.

“I don’t know Leafy.” Pearlheart had a worried look on her face. “But he said the message was for you.”

Dovelight turned to Starleaf. “If you need extra warriors, Grangeclan will send them.”

Starleaf shook her head. “No. I will not put your clanmates in danger. We will handle this ourselves.”

Pearlheart pressed against Starleaf’s side, letting out a sad huff. “Be safe Leafy. Please.”

“I will, Pearlheart. I promise.” Starleaf spared one last look towards the spot where Seedwhisker supposedly stood, thoughts swirling with confusion and fear.

She turned and walked away.

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beardedmrbean · 10 days ago

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Thousands of people have been evacuated from their homes in the Costa del Sol region of southern Spain as extreme rain and flooding drenches the area.

National weather office Aemet has placed both Malaga and the northeastern Catalonia region on the highest alert for strong rain expected to last until Friday.

The Malaga area, including the tourist resorts of Marbella, Velez and Estepona, is expected to take the brunt of the extreme weather phenomenon known as a "Dana".

Parts of the eastern Valencia area have also been placed on the highest alert, weeks after the area was devastated by flash floods that killed more than 220 people.

Several other regions in Spain remain braced for more heavy showers and low temperatures.

Up to 180mm of rain could fall in Catalonia in north-eastern Spain in just 12 hours, accompanied by thunderstorms along the coast near Tarragona, forecasters say.

Schools in the entire southern province of Málaga have been closed while many supermarkets have kept shutters down.

Footage circulating on social media showed the city's normally busy areas deserted as water flooded the streets.

Around 3,000 people living in close proximity to the Guadalhorce River have been told to leave their homes, the Regional Government of Andalusia has said.

Regional government's Minister of the Presidency Antonio Sanz said: "We have not evacuated entire towns, but rather specific areas linked to the riverbank.

"This decision has been communicated to the government of Spain in order to receive collaboration from the state security forces and bodies."

The severe weather alert in Málaga has also led to the opening tie of the Billie Jean King Cup between Spain and Poland being postponed, the International Tennis Federation said.

The two nations were set to play in Malaga on Wednesday.

Spain's meteorological agency Aemet has placed parts of the Andalusia region and the Balearic Islands on orange alert from now until Thursday.

Aemet warns of rainfall and storms that could be "very strong to torrential".

In other parts of Spain precautions are being taken - with eastern and southern Mediterranean areas the most vulnerable.

That orange alert is the second highest and it signals a significant meteorological event “with a degree of danger for normal activities”.

In Valencia, school classes and sports activities were suspended in some areas and sandbags piled up to protect the centre of the town of Aldaia.

However this second Dana weather system is not expected to be as dramatic as the red alert on 29 October, when the Valencia region in particular suffered an unprecedented loss of lives and material damage.

Why Valencia floods proved so deadly

Video shows first wave of flood water gushing through town in Valencia

Accusations fly in Spain over who is to blame for flood disaster

Elsewhere, rescue teams searching for the bodies of two young brothers who were swept away in the Valencia floods two weeks ago said their bodies had been found.

Izan Matías, 5, and Rubén Matías, 3, were pulled from their father Victor Matías's arms when the torrent ripped through their home in Valencia on the evening of 29 October.

Their aunt Barabara Sastre confirmed to the BBC the boys had been found. Their bodies were recovered in different locations.

“My little angels, we have finally found you” one family friend, David Garcia, wrote online. “Two stars shine brighter in the sky.”

Yesterday, search teams had focused on part of the River Pollo about 6km (3.7km) from the family home.

The boys' uncle Iván had told the BBC he was hugely grateful for all the support they had received and hoped his nephews would be found.

Volunteers from the Canary Islands and other parts of Spain had joined recovery specialists from Mexico, who normally work in the aftermath of earthquakes.

On Monday, the family dog was found dead in a garage in the town of Paiporta, more than 12km (7.4 miles) from their house in La Curra, a neighbourhood of Mas del Jutge.

Dana weather systems are formed when an area of low pressure gets "cut off" from the main flow of the jet stream.

This means that instead of moving through a region relatively quickly, they get blocked over the same area leading to persistent rainfall for several days.

Colder air high in the atmosphere meets warmer air flowing in from the Mediterranean which intensifies the storm.

On the first day of the COP29 climate summit on Monday, the Secretary General of the World Meterological Organisation Celeste Saulo said the recent floods in Spain were a strong message to the world.

"The incredible amount of rain in Spain was a wake-up call (about) how much more water a warmer atmosphere can hold," she said.

#nunyas news

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dantesunbreaker · 1 year ago

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Smoke x Reader

I haven’t written for this fandom in a long while. That being said, I still probably won’t get back to regularly writing for the fandom. At this point there are only a few operators that I feel comfortable writing for so I may periodically do them(Glaz, Smoke, Kapkan, Bandit, Blitz).

Reader is in an established relationship with James “Smoke” Porter and is trusted with the task of taking care of his daughter when he is away. But what happens when a terrorist attack happens and they are faced with protecting Smoke’s daughter?

It is late in the night, the sky a deep azure blue speckled with a sheet of a million brightly twinkling stars. James “Smoke” Porter once again is away from home, away for some uncertain amount of time to assist his new employers. Back at home, Y/N walks beside Smoke’s teenage daughter, Olivia, as they make their way back from a late dinner and movie at the local theater.

When Smoke had first gotten together with Y/N he remained incredibly tight lipped when it came to sharing details of his adopted daughter. Months passed before a level of trust was established. But as soon as it was there, Smoke took the very first opportunity to welcome them into his home, into his family. At Y/N’s and Olivia’s first introduction all possible worries melted away. Smoke knew he made the right choice. A connection between the two was nearly immediate, falling effortlessly into a pseudo step-parent-child relationship. Most of all was that Smoke could have peace of mind that someone would be looking out for his daughter whenever his work took him away from home.

After their movie ends, Olivia and Y/N stroll casually down the street, hands shoved deep into the pockets of their overcoats. Though such a sweet and innocent soul, Y/N still seems the same intense fire that they see burning within her father driving the young girl. Y/N is so proud of her, always encouraging her to do her best and take pride in her academic capabilities. Where Smoke never could succeed within the educational system, Olivia thrives and achieves greatness. Olivia is every bit as quick witted as Smoke.

Y/N throws their head back with laughter at a comment made by Oliva about the film just before they happen to glance across the road. Their laughter is caught dead in their throat like a heavy fog. A stranger is staring right back at Y/N. Something is far too familiar. While it takes only mere seconds for Y/N to recall where they had seen the man, it feels like time has slowed and hours have passed. He was there. At the restaurant Y/N saw him sitting a few tables away. When entering the theater lobby they saw him standing at the edge of the concession stand. Immediately on high alert, Y/N turns back to look at Olivia, who none the wiser is still smiling happily as she enthusiastically remarks on details of the film. Looking back, the man is gone.

“Stay calm, Olivia, but I think -” Y/N puts a firm yet gentle hand round the young girl’s forearm in warning, but is abruptly cut off by the sound of glass shattering above them. A rainfall of glass shards fall down around them. Instantly Y/N is around Olivia, arms a cage around the girl as they attempt to use their body as a shield.

An initial scream at the sound of breaking glass is all that Olivia lets out before she collects herself, utilizing the breathing technique her father had taught to keep her calm when faced with dangerous situations. She matches Y/N’s sudden brisk pace as they try to escape whatever dangers lie behind them. But it isn’t fast enough. Gunfire surrounds them, bullets whistling past them at unbelievable speed. Y/N still positions themselves around Olivia as best as they are able to prevent her from being clipped by any bullets. In the heat of the moment, Y/N doesn’t even make a sound as they feel the burning of their flesh as a bullet glances off their arm.

Above them there is a loud and sudden explosion, followed by a ringing of Y/N’s ear and then deafening silence. Looking up, Y/N sees the stone wall of the building beside them rattle before it begins to crumble. As pieces begin to fall towards them, Y/N knows that there isn’t enough time to get out of the way. So, not seeing another way out, Y/N shoves Olivia down into a kneeling position as far from the building as they can get and throw themself over top of her.

“Y/N! No, please,” Olivia can’t help but let the tears escape as she looks up at her guardian as they brace themself above her.

Rubble pelts Y/N’s back, ripping at their clothes and shredding the flesh of their back until they can no longer bear the weight. The air is cold and silent as Y/N drops, only just able to brace enough to keep their full weight from crashing down on Olivia. For what seems like an eternity, Olivia’s teary eyes stare into Y/N’s. Her lips are moving, words obviously flowing from her, but all that Y/N can hear is a faint ringing that echoes in their ears.

Y/N isn’t sure how much longer they can take before losing the battle. Debris surrounds them, piled on top of them and pinning them in place. But insistent hands are suddenly upon them. Releasing the last bit of energy Y/N has left, they let out a yell and attempt to take a swing at the unknown assailant. Yet, a firm grip at their wrists stops them midair. An unfamiliar man stands upon them.

“I am here to help you,” the stranger says, giving a firm tug at Y/N’s wrist in an attempt to coax them to move in his direction. His words fade in and out of Y/N’s coherence as they struggle to maintain consciousness. “-work with Mr. Porter-,” they miss his next few words. “-moving you and Ms. Porter to a secure location.”

Several other men are suddenly all around them. A few of them stand on sentry duty as two others begin pulling at the rubble to free Y/N and Olivia. Y/N glances back at Olivia, whose eyes are still filled with fresh tears. But she is scrambling to move as she is pulled free. All that Y/N can do is give an empty nod as they watch the young girl being shuffled into the backseat of a black car that pulls up alongside them. The man still gripping Y/N’s wrist stoops down and lifts them effortlessly into his arms. Before the world goes dark, the last thing Y/N remembers is the world spinning before hitting the leather seats of the same car they had just seen Olivia being ushered into.

An uncertain amount of time passes before Y/N groggily drifts back into the realm of consciousness. It feels as though a strange and heavy weight has settled down across their entire body. Taking a sharp inhale of breath, Y/N focuses on gathering the strength to open their eyes.

“-didn’t extract them sooner?” a faint and far away voice rich with anger echoes through Y/N’s ears, followed by the harsh slamming of a door.

When Y/N’s eyelids finally decide to cooperate, their eyes are assaulted by a blurry white flood of light. Blinking, they try to clear up their vision. In the corner of their field of vision, Y/N sees a large black mass moving towards their bed. As the filter of haze fades Y/N recognizes a very familiar gas mask staring back at them. The figure stands at the foot of the bed, hands strangling the frame. Nothing is said for several long moments. Y/N then realizes the man in the mask is looking at their face, but rather staring down at their feet.

Opening their mouth, Y/N tries to speak. But all that comes is a faint wheezing cough that has them desperate for the cup of water they spy on the table beside them. It does the job though. Those masked eyes flick up to Y/N’s face at the sound.

“Yer awake!” Smoke breathes the words out like some unseen weight off of his shoulders is suddenly lifted off his shoulders. As Y/N gives another dry wheeze, Smoke moves to the side table and grabs the paper cup full of water. “Here, let me get that for ya.”

He doesn’t even wait to see if Y/N can lift their own arms to grab the cup themselves. Instead, he carefully slips a hand behind their head for support as he rests the cup against their lips. Tilting the cup, Smoke only allows Y/N to take small sips at a time. When the cup is about half empty he finally pulls back and places the cup back on the table.

“Ya gave me a bloody scare there, darling,” Smokes pulls the gas mask off his head and rests it on the foot of the bed as he drags a chair across the floor to sit beside the Y/N. He drops into the chair as if his limbs suddenly weighed a thousand pounds.

A deep set tiredness seems to have worn its way into the features of his face. Yet not the type of tired you would expect from lack of sleep. Rather Smoke looked worn down, as if the emotional stress was just a few hairs shy of breaking his resolve. As if a single word of further bad news would shatter him.With a huff of breath, Smoke spreads his legs wide and leans back against the chair, arms above his head as he threads his fingers through his own hair.

“Ol-oliva?” The girl’s name is the thing that Y/N manages to croak out of their aching throat. At the sound of their voice, Smoke leans forward and takes their hand into his own. “How is sh-? Is she sa-safe?” Speaking makes the dull ache in their throat throb, but their mind races at the thought of what could have happened to the young girl. Memory of the time between being stuffed into the back of a car and waking up in a medical bed is filled with nothing other than a void of black.

“Oh hush, love,” a small half smirk forms on his lips as he squeezes Y/N’s hand, thumb stroking the back of their palm. “Not a scratch on that lovely head of hers thanks to what ya did for her. Just a bit of scare. Yer the one that ya should worry about.” Smoke lifts Y/N’s hand to rest against the scarred side of his face.

“It’s kind of hard to hear,” Y/N hums, relaxing as the familiar texture against their hand. They have long since memorized every detail and texture of Smoke’s face. “Sort of muffled on my right side. Am I dying?” While said wistfully with a hint of humor, there is a hidden thread of fear laced in their tone.

“The doc said ya might have some hearing loss,” as he speaks, Smoke leans further into Y/N’s touch. “Lucky ya made it out without any spinal damage. Worst of it is a cracked shoulder blade, but otherwise yer just cut up and black and blue all over. So no, yer not dying, love. Ya just might feel like it.”

Boy is Smoke right. Y/N definitely feels as if they have been drug through the mud and wrung out like a wet towel. The aching pain in their back seeps bone deep. All things considered though, things could have turned out far worse. Y/N feels lucky to even be alive.

“Y/N, ya always have done right by me and Olivia,” Smoke moves to now hold Y/N’s hand in both of his own, pulling it towards his lips. Y/N is surprised by the sudden serious tone in his voice. It isn’t often to hear him like that. “Ya put yer own life at risk to protect my girl, even when ya had no obligation to do so. Has me thinking about a lot of things, and has me feeling absolutely gutted. If it weren’t for me ya wouldn’t have been put in this position.”

“James, you can’t blame yourself,” Y/N frowns, wincing as they try to sit themselves further up in the bed. “Olivia may not be my own daughter, but I more than think of her that way. Of course I would do anything to keep her safe. She is important to you, and anything that is important to you is important to me.”

“This new group I’m with, well I know they have enemies,” it's hard hearing the pain that barely flows through Smoke’s voice. “I could have done more. Should have taken steps sooner to make sure both of ya were protected and taken care of. There is also something I should have done for ya a while ago.”

There is a long moment of silence as Smoke lifts his head and stares deep into Y/N’s eyes. A mischievous grin creeps onto his lips while there is a certain glint that reaches his eyes. What could be going through that mind of his?

“I’d like ya to marry me,” Smoke doesn’t skip and beat and seems so calm as he says the words, as if he wasn’t mentioning something that could be life altering. Though, the man is always known for being cool and collected in the face of stress. “Olivia would be just as much yer daughter as she is mine. Wouldn’t have to feel like yer risking yer life for a family that’s not yers. I’d also be able to move ya both somewhere else, somewhere safer.”

Y/N’s mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water, absolutely stunned for words. Sure, they have always hoped and suspected their relationship would evolve over time into marriage. Just they...weren’t expecting it to be so sudden? So nonchalant?

“I know, yer absolutely gobsmacked at the thought of being married to this handsome mug,” Smoke teases after nearly a minute has passed without Y/N uttering a single sound. But they can hear the faintest of nerves creeping up into his voice. He is just itching for an answer. “Cat got your tongue, love?”

“Yes! Of course I’ll marry you, James,” Y/N snaps out of their daze. “Honestly, I was beginning to think you would never ask. You both are already my family, marriage just makes it official on paper.”

Excited, Smoke nearly leaps up as he leans over to press a kiss onto Y/N’s lips, only drawing back with a sheepish look when they wince.

“Sorry, love, got a bit too excited,” Smoke sits back in his chair, resting back with a look of beaming pride across his handsome features. “Ya make me one happy bastard.”

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