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Finding Hope (Mayans MC Fic)

Hey guys it's been a minute, more like four years yikes 😬. I've thought about this story through the years, it's always held a special place in my heart and recently after reading the first three chapters and some of the wips I had for the sorry I got a little spark to pick it back up and try again.

Now I don't know how well this is going to go, how far I might get in the story (although I really hope I can keep momentum on it 🤞🏻) or if I ever know how to write anymore. I have some off and on the past few years but it hasn't been the same as when I first started but I'm hoping things can be better going forward but anyway I'm rambling some when the point is I hope to bring this story back to life and tagging all the blogs I could find still that were on the tag list for the story in case any of you are still interested in the story. If not no big deal but I would love it if you are interested if you could comment on this post or send a message if you want to be tagged and if I don't get a message I will remove you from the tag list for future posts.

I hope you all have been doing well 😊 I've missed writing and the community it brought me too and all of you and am forever grateful for your support in the past ❤️

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At First Glance...Part X

Chapter 9 <<<||| Chapter 10 ||| >>> Chapter 11

... At Poetic Sensibility

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Poetic sensibility is the ability to deeply engage with poetry and experience its meaning and emotional impact beyond the words. It can involve making connections between the mind and senses, and can allow a writer to choose the right word to create a particular tone. – Google AI when you search up “poetic sensibility meaning”

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“…so if you recall from Prof. Knorozov’s lecture last week, the symbols represent syllables. And these syllables are arranged in glyph blocks to sound out each word.  The way you’re supposed to read these Mayan runes is different than how we read our English letters. As a general rule, within each glyph block, the symbols are read from top to bottom and from left to right. But sometimes, certain words have their own glyphs like this one.” Sebastian explained to MC as he pointed out to rectangle glyph with waves inside.

It was breakfast and one of the few times he actually got up early to meet up with MC at the Slytherin dining table.

Before The Pensive Reminiscence as he started calling it, Sebastian would stay up late till the wee hours of the night reading book on possible cures and treatments until the letters would start to blur. Or until he passed out. He would wake up the next day with the book tenting over his face.

After The Pensive Reminiscence, Sebastian found himself going to bed on time, flying for fun (to the point he was hiding from Imelda who wanted to challenge him to a racing challenge or organize a pick-up game of Quidditch with him involved), lounging at the clock tower to see the others duel after his own match in Crossed Wands and just plain reading for fun.

Now that he wasn’t borrowing books that weren’t about curse breaking or curses, Sebastian would just pick whatever book struck his fancy and borrowed it to expand his knowledge – just for the sake of learning. Currently he had four books on his nightstand:

Apotropaic: How the Ancient Greek Warded

Unexpected Useful Runes from Around the World

Divine Magic: Myths of Magic Bygone

101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know

He would rotate between the four books, often sticking to 101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know and Divine Magic: Myths of Magic Bygone. While the former was a comfort novel, one of the few ways he could feel close to his late parents, the latter was the only book that he was able to gather information about Ancient Magic.

Not that there was much information to gather from it.

Heck, he was certain he could write his own book about MC’s magical abilities with Ancient Magic. He seen enough of what she could do with her special powers. His own book would be leagues better than this one with the information he can pass on to future users if he wrote one.

Not that he ever would.

Even he knew the dangers of having her abilities being spilled to the world.

And he wasn’t going to put his closest friend into danger like that.

MC was in enough danger with Rookwood and Ranrok interested in her. He didn’t forget how the two of them eavesdrops on them. He refused to think of what future ill-thought plans could befall on MC if her special ability came out.

She deserved to live a normal life.

Just like how he was slowly returning back to his.

All thanks to MC.

Life felt normal once more…only it was better.

“So, as you can see, this glyph over here represents the word fire and hot. If you crave this glyph into a stone, when it’s activated by magic, it essentially becomes a magical fire stove without flames. Makes sense?” He asked as he glanced back towards MC.

She was glaring at his notes, running her finger over the glyph he drew up in his notebook. While he was used to her silence as she would mentally take in data, the glare towards his notes was a new development.

“Is something wrong MC?” He frowned.

It has been two weeks since they had reunited once more and continued keeping the flame of their friendship.

Together.

While it was close to cooling coals at its worst during the Friendship Hiatus with neither of them feeding the flames, since that last quest to Isidora’s castle (as he started calling it), the fire has been renewed once more. Together, they worked to keep it feed by tossing in fuel to their metaphorical hearth with raids to the kitchen, trips to Hogsmeade, lounging around to talk and play games in the Undercroft, Common Room, Great Hall – essentially any little corner they could claim as theirs for that small portion of time.

“Nothing…just had a rough night.” She yawned.

Sebastian narrowed his eyes.

From the shadows underneath her eyes to her glare as she tried to focus on his notes…It seems as if they traded schedules with her being the sleep deprived friend this time.

“What happened?” He asked, thinking, Did you not need my help?

“Amit and Andrew – YAWNnnn – and I went looking for Astrology tables. It was the first time we had a clear night this week. But we couldn’t find what we were looking for and had to call it a night.” MC frowned as she rubbed her eyes.

“Oh…I’m sorry that didn’t work out for you.” He frowned. “Why did you wake up early than to review with me then? I would understand if you wanted to meet up later. I know what it’s like to pull nearly all-nighters.”

“Because it might be the only time we’ll meet up to review before Ancient Runes class.” MC said as she yawned once more. “And I like reviewing with you.” She said with a soft smile.

“That makes two of us.” Sebastian couldn’t help but smile, even if it felt like there were pixies running amuck in his belly as he met her cheerful tired eyes.

It was as if time itself froze and something had shifted that wasn’t there before.

Before Sebastian even had time to make a comment about how nice her hair looked or how she smelt differently from her usual mellowsweet with the citrus orange perfume that he always associated with her, a letter smacked her in the face and fell into her breakfast.

The owl post was here.

MC groaned as she plucked the letter out of her porridge and flipped it around to see who it came from.

Then it was as if she was dosed with ice water as she jumped up with a frown.

“Shit.” She cursed.

“Is something wrong?” He frowned as she pocketed the letter. She looked at him with sad hesitant eyes, erasing whatever cheer they once held for him.

“I have some business to attend with Fig.” She said as she started putting her stuff away.

“Oh.” He said as he held her satchel. “Do you want me to walk you there?” He said at the last second, wanting to extend their time together. Even if they nearly spent an hour reviewing early in the morning for the Ancient Runes class, it never seemed as if they spent enough time together.

“Don’t worry about it. Review without me. I’ll catch up with you later!” She grinned at him before giving him a peak on the cheek, stupefying him without even casing a spell as she walked away.

Sebastian stood there for who knows how long with his hand on his kissed cheeked until Ominis came and ordered him to sit down and stop mindlessly standing like a mannequin.

Sebastian did as told, mind elsewhere, drifting to whatever MC could be doing without him.

…

Ancient Runes went as it normally did. The two sat together in the morning with little to say as a quiz was placed in front of them. While the quiz was easy enough, they barely had time to talk or exchange notes as Prof. Knorozov charged into his lecture like a rampaging graphorn. There was only so many notes he could take as he did his best to draw down all the new runes they needed to study.

But it was fine.

MC would cover for him.

She would write down the information needed as he provided the detailed rune drawings. It was why they were both at the top of their class again. It wasn’t as if he missed his chance to talk with her as they split ways for their next class.

They still had dinner together.

But when dinner came, he found himself with only Ominis for company.

MC wasn’t sitting with them.

Instead, she sat between Thakker and Larson as if they were long-time buddies. They laughed as she pointed at something on the table, going over a map she pulled out earlier. Their meals were finished, dirty plates pushed to the side that would be vanished once they left their seat.  While he couldn’t see their facial reaction as their backs faced him, Sebastian knew that stance she held.

MC was going to go on another adventure.

The three of them got up and left the Great Hall, shoulders back and chins held high as their dirty dishes vanished.

She never even bothered to look back and wave goodbye to him before leaving like she did before the Friendship Hiatus.

While Sebastian knew that she picked up that habit because of the Friendship Hiatus. He never thought that it would remain.

Or that he would feel that same hurt from before.

…

Sebastian couldn’t sleep that night.

He tossed and turned, switched to laying his head on the foot side before deciding there was no point in staying up. When he checked the time, it was only one in the morning. A late night on his new post-The Pensive Reminiscence schedule. An early bedtime on his ante-The Pensive Reminiscence schedule.

With nothing working and a slight fear of waking up Ominis, Sebastian sighed and picked up a book at random on his nightstand and walked out, wearing his nightrobe over his pajamas to keep the chill away. While he wasn’t surprised to see a few students still up at this hour, reviewing notes, going over homework or even playing chess, some were surprised to see him again as he took his usual spot on the couch by the fireplace and sat down to read the book he picked up at random.

101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know

“Nothing a little light reading can’t cure.” He mumbled to himself as he flipped to the index and searched for his favorite poems – “Address to a Haggis” – he thought it was hilarious as a child. “My Heart’s in the Highlands” – he always had pride as a Scotsman and would tell any city kid who would listen when they went to Glasglow, Edinburgh or even London the rural beauty that surround his small village of Aranshire.

“Tam O’Shanter” was by far his favorite due to the particular way his father would change his tone as he read the tale-like poem to him and Anne during bedtime. A second look at the poem, he found himself rather annoyed with the main character in the harm he caused his loyal mare by causing her to lose her tail.

Sebastian sighed and looked through to see what other poems the book had on Robert Burns.

While Sebastian wasn’t as in tune with muggle culture, he couldn’t deny that their writings were rather delightful. He could see why his father had favored Robert Burns as a poet; so much that the muggle man became his namesake for his second name in Scottish form: Raibeart. Anne herself was also named after their mother’s favorite Scottish poet, Anne Grant. His parents were avid readers – whether it be reading studies for their field, poetry and even plays! His own first name –Sebastian– and Anne’s second name –Viola– came from his parent’s favorite play Twelfth Night. They were both named after the twins in the muggle play. While he didn’t understand it as a child why his parents wanted to built his interest in writing –especially poetry– he could see what charm some of his least poems as a child held.

While “A Red, Red Rose” still felt too lovey-dovey for his taste, taking a second look at “O, Wert Thou in the Cauld Blast”, Sebastian found that he actually rather liked the poem now as a young man. While he and Anne would stick their tongue out at how love-struck their father would act when he would sing the poem to their mother, Sebastian found a rather simple joy in reading it now that he understood the meaning behind its words–

“What are you reading?” An unexpected voice said above him.

If anyone dared asked (with his wand pointed at them to help encourage a different question), Sebastian would say that the shout was simply from the joy hearing his friend again and NOT from the blind fright she gave him that had him tossing the book into the air and jumping up, leading him to strike MC’s face.

To top the eventful fright off, his book ended up striking the top her head.

“I guess that serves me right for not announcing myself.” MC laughed before wincing as she rubbed her right eye.

“MC! I’m sorry!” Sebastian said as he got up from the floor and dashed up to her. “Let me take a look at that! I didn’t mean hit you!” He frowned as he gently pulled her hand away from her covering her right eye.

He hissed. Sebastian could already tell the bruising would lead to a black eye from experience.

“Shite. MC I didn’t mean to hurt you.” He frowned as he bit his bottom lip, Okay, so what are some spell I could use to minimize the swelling? I know Glacius at a smaller scale is often used to prevent the swelling…there are also some ointments I can try to numb the pain as well–

“Don’t worry about it Sebastian. Imelda has some cream she uses for bruises. You’ll be surprised how often you can get them during pick-up quidditch.” MC laughed. “She’s more than happy to share them with me considering I’m one of the few that actually plays with her.”

“Oh.” He frowned as MC turned around and picked up a book, mumbling,

“So that’s what struck me.” Then she turned to him. “I never took you for a poet type of guy. Are you planning to woo someone with some pretty words?” She smirked.

“No. I uh…I couldn’t sleep, and I figured reading some poetry will tire me out.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

“Looks like it failed. It’s three in the morning.” MC giggled as she looked through the page the book fell on.

“It is?” Sebastian narrowed his eyes as he took a glance around the Common Room. The only souls up at this time were just him and MC. “Oh…” He said as he looked at MC and frowned.

While he was in his pajamas with only his nightrobe for warmth, MC was still wearing the same clothes she had at supper. In fact, they looked worse with her school robe littered with dirt, leaves and cuts. Her face wasn’t any better either now that he took a second look at it. She wore grime like makeup blush and chalk-like dust on her hair as if it was powder. The forbidden forest was her perfume instead of the orange citrus he had grown accustomed to.

Sebastian opened his mouth to speak, but before he could even question where she had been, MC was faster to ask:

“What does this poem even mean Sebastian?”

“What?” he blinked.

“This poem – here take a look. I saw you reading it earlier but it’s written in a Scottish Brogue that I can’t quite understand. See?” MC said as she showed him the poem he was just reading.

“Oh. That’s “O, Wert Thou In the Cauld Blast”. It’s a Robert Burns poem. A classic to Scotland.” Sebastian stated, like a teacher answering a student’s question.

“Can you read it to me in Standard English? There are still some Scottish words that unfortunately I don’t understand. As you can see, I’m still actually rather unfamiliar to the Scottish dialect.” MC chuckled as she rubbed the back of her neck.

“I’m surprised. You been running around the Highlands hamlets for ages now. How did you even communicate with them without me on your quests?” He chuckled, trying to not let his bitterness sweep into his tone.

“It helps when you speak with a foreign accent. Suddenly, everyone’s wants to befriend you instead of giving you the stink eye when you use the Queen’s English.” MC chuckled. “Not that I can blame them. They are rather upset at the Ministry down in London for failing to do their duty up here.” MC said as she sat down at the couch and patted the seat next to her.

“It really shouldn’t be up to fifteen-year-olds like us to take care of the Ashwinders problem. Or the Loyalist.” He said as she sat next to her.

“Or Poachers. At least we didn’t have any issue with them tonight.” MC sighed as she leaned against him, staring down at the book. Sebastian placed his arm around her, giving her a side hug as she partly nested against his chest.

“Did something happen tonight? You know you can always ask me to come join you in your Astronomy Table hunts…even if it’s at a late hour.” He frowned, thinking, I rather you have my wand as back-up instead of Thakker and Larson.

“Thanks for the offer, but I think you would find Astronomy Tables rather boring. I’ve notice how you always do your homework for that class last.” MC giggled as she looked up to him with that bright smile that wasn’t there earlier.

“Not my fault that I find starting at constellations rather boring. When will I ever use that information in the future?” Sebastian grinned at her as felt that warmth in his chest once more when she smiled back.

“I found it’s a rather useful map to navigate by. As long as I know where Polaris is, I can always find my way back home.” MC grinned. “Now no more stalling, what does that poem mean in the Queen’s English? I still can’t wrap my head around the fact that the Scottish dialect can be written down like that; I’m all too used to seeing “proper” English writing.” MC chuckled.

“How ‘bout I read it to you. In Queen’s English for my London girl?” Sebastian smirked as he felt that pixie-like feeling in his abdomen.

“I’m not actually from London you know?” MC lifted an eyebrow with a smirk.

“Could’ve fooled me.” Sebastian laughed as he read her the poem in his best posh voice that would’ve made Solomon proud. Not that his uncle ever cared about him.

Except for whatever he did wrong.

“The poem, in Standard English, is called “O, Were You In the Cold Blast”. It’s written by my da’s favorite poet. Rabbie Burns.” Sebastian said with a proud smile on his lips as he read:

“O, were you in the cold blast

On yonder meadow, on yonder meadow,

My plaid to the angry direction,

I would shelter you, I would shelter you,

Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms

Around you blow, around you blow,

Your shelter should be my bosom,

To share it all, to share it all.”

He said as his voice took on a cantor tone and he found himself singing the next stanza.

“Or were I in the wildest waste,

So black and bare, so black and bare,

The desert were a Paradise,

If you were there, if you were there.

Or were I monarch of the globe,

With you to reign, with you to reign,

The brightest jewel in my crown

Would be my queen, world be my queen.”

“You have a nice voice Sebastian.” MC yawned. “Ever thought about being a singer? They could use you in the West End theaters in London” She said as she smiled at him with those happy bright tired eyes.

“I’ll sing to you if that’s what you like.” He hummed with a smile.

“Can you sing it to me the way it’s written? I rather like listening you sing.” She said as she laid against his chest once more. “You have a rather nice accent.”

“As you wish.” He said with a smile.

So, he sang the original words in the Scottish Brogue he was taught to loathe. And when he looked down to see what MC thought, he found her sleeping soundly against his chest. Without giving it a second thought, he pulled them back, to lay against the couch, with her closer to the inside and him on the edge. Letting her use his shoulder as a pillow as he laid down his head against the armrest, he leaned down and kissed the top of her head before any thought could stop him.

He sighed smiling, as he hummed in a whisper,

“O, wur ye in th’ cauld blast

On younder lea, on younder lea,

Mah plaid tae th’ angry airt,

I’d shelter thee, I’d shelter thee,

Or did Misfortune’s bitter storms

Around thee blaw, around thee blaw,

Thy bield shuid be mah bosom,

To share it a’, to share it a’.”

Soon he fell asleep soon enough, holding her snuggly like a niffler with its treasured gold.

…

They woke up a little bit before dawn, before their peers would walk down the stairs and the sun’s rays could beam through the lake to greet the Slytherin Common Room.

MC was the first to awaken.

Sebastian knew that as much as he knew his favorite sweet was Bertie Bort’s and his favorite physical activity was dueling as much as he knew who those hands belong to as they slapped his face and the voice mumbling to him as if he was underwater.

Which was odd since they were somehow in the clock tower as well, with her in his arms as they laid down on the couch that was bought up here ages ago. There was no one else here besides them as they waited for their next opponents to come.

Everybody left.

Even Ominis.

They needed to rest up before the next fight. So, they laid down on the couch and took a break. He didn’t even realize he had closed his eyes after hugging her.

Or was it a warm pillow that he found?

“Wake up Sebastian.” She mumbled.

“Five mair minutes…” He mumbled back, snuggling his head against his pillow as he hugged the other in his arm against his torso.

The latter was surprisingly warm.

“Sebastian, let me go! Please!” MC hissed at him as he felt her slap his cheeks once more.

“Ya can’t lea. They’ll be ‘ere soon enough.”

“I need to pee!”

“Fine…juist come back whin ye’r dane. We still hae one mair dueling double tae play.” He mumbled into the pillow. “Can’t let Weasley ‘n’ Prewett tak’ th’ championship spot.”

“Of course not.” MC snorted before softly saying, “Just let me go and I’ll be right back.” She whispered.

“Promise?” He mumbled. He didn’t want to lose her again.

“I promise. Now let go of me you hugger.” She grumbled.

“Bit ah lik’ hugs.” He said as he hugged her even tighter.

“And I like to use the loo.”

“Fine.” He mumbled back. “Juist return afore Prewett claims wur forfeiting th’ match.” He grumbled as he loosened his grip and felt his lovely warm pillow roll over him.

“Don’t worry I will.” She mumbled back, as if she was far away.

“MC?” He said as he grabbed hold of her hand before she removed it from his chest.

“Sigh…yes Sebastian?”

“Kin we go oan another quest? Fur fin?” He mumbled as he weakly opened his eyes to greet hers. “Ah miss daein’ that wi’ ye.” He smiled.

“Really?” She said. Why did she sound so pleasantly surprised?

“Aye. Can’nae let everybody else hae all th’ fin. Ah din’nae lik’ it whin ye lea me behind.” He mumbled, closing his eyes as he felt a warmth on the back of his hand that felt softer than his skin.

“Me neither.” She smiled as she gave him head scritches.

“Guid.” He nodded his head before he narrowed his eyes and looked at her once more in his dazed sleep. “Ye know a loue ye?”

Her hand froze. Then it started moving once more.

“I didn’t know.” She mumbled.

“Ah dae. Ah din’nae wantae lose ye.” He mumbled as he closed his eyes, feeling sleep drag him back into the void. They still had time for a nap before their next match.

“You won’t. I promise I’ll be back. And I’ll get you a blanket and pillow as well.”

“Thank ye. Ye’r th’ best loue.” He said back. “Mak’ sure that ye nap tae. Sleeping is guid fur dueling.” He mumbled as he accepted void as his home and was fast asleep once more.

…

The next time he woke up, Sebastian found his head on a pillow with a warm blanket warped over him.

Shoot. I didn’t mean to accidently fall asleep like that. Sebastian frowned as he sat up. He was still in his pajamas and nightrobe. The book that he was reading last night, 101 Muggle Scottish Poems to Know, was placed on the coffee table with a note written on top of it next to the muffin that definitely wasn’t there last night.

I didn’t want to wake you. Thank you for your kind words last night. I really needed it. See you at lunch!

-MC.

P.S. Enjoy the muffin! Stop skipping breakfast to sleep in!

“I feel like I forgot something.” Sebastian frowned. He knew something happened, but for the life of him, he just couldn’t remember it. He shrugged. “Oh well.” He said as he got up and started preparing for the day before he was late for class.

Again.

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Chapter 9 <<<||| Chapter 10 ||| >>> Chapter 11

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A Gentle Kind Of Love Masterlist

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Mayans MC Masterlist

Contains: Fluff, angst, longing, pining and yearning, Angel being a shit-stirrer, Manny being dumb, cats, violence, mentions of drugs and drug addiction, shooting and death, Canche, smut. There will be more, and I'll do my best to tag chapter by chapter, please don't hesitate to tell me if I've missed something.

More than one emoji dictates how graphic it is. Smut💦 Angst😨 Fluff ❤ Violence🔪 Gore🤢 Medical/forensic💉 Triggering material🚩

You and Coco meet overseas when you are doing aid work. When you move to Santo Padre to settle down, your life changes forever when you and Manny strike up a friendship.

Part One - Oh Hello❤❤😨

Part Two - There's Gotta Be Some Butterflies Somewhere.😨❤❤

Part Three - Been Known in is Aching😨❤😨❤

Part Four - On Yearning❤😨😨

Part Five - Like Real People Do😨❤😨❤

Part Six - I Adore You😨❤💦

Epilogue - Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago❤💦❤💦

[ginger-grimm]

VALENTINE’S EXCHANGE

Camille Smith & EZ Reyes for @darklydeliciousdesires

I hope you like it!

[angelicdevil24]

Mayans Spoilers

So....

Angel and Ez never found out Miguel was their brother

Miguel never found out the real reason why his mother died

Emily never found out why Miguel tried to kill her

Angel never found out Luisa was killed

They killed off a pregnant woman

Letty hates MCs but joined one apparently?

Everyone else in the club presumably died

I’m probably missing a lot more things but my brain feels liquified after watching this

I should’ve never given this show a second chance after they killed Coco

[burningtacozombie]

Danny Pino on set of Mayans MC season 5 today, this is highly likely their last week of filming before wrapping up the show. Sarah Bolger, Clayton Cardenas and JD Pardo were on set as well.

X

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●°●DAISY WEBB●°●

●HIS DOWN BITCH,HER CHOLO●

[dreamlover31]

So after last night's episode of Mayans...I have but this to say

I wished that 200 pound SOA crushed EZ's skull... would have saved us all a lot of trouble like I have never wanted to see a character dead more than EZ Reyes and the fact that his brother Angel is the only voice of reason out of all of them tells you that these assholes are hopeless and will die a painful and excruciating death

Oh and if EZ ends up killing Angel I will be so pissed but not surprised, and fuck Sophia for ratting him out...her and EZ deserve each other so as much as I am looking forward to EZ taking a dirt nap I wouldn't mind her taking one neither

[opiewnston]

woke up with the thought that angel reyes must really have hated his brother to let ez go to prison without arranging some form of protection for him.

[danny-pino-group-therapy]

WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?!?

[missymoe07]

Why?! Nooooooooooooooo 😭😭😭 Of all the Mayans MC shit I've seen on Tumblr how did I not see that! It was worse than Coco! At least I knew that was going to happen. I had time to accept it. But this?! Why do I do this to myself?

[spaghettificationandpretzels]

Fell in Love with the Fire Long Ago

The epilogue of A Gentle Kind of Love

Contains: Fluff, smut (oral sex F receiving, fingering, P in V,) discussions of pregnancy.

5.8K words

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“Happily ever after, or even just together ever after, is not cheesy,” Wren said. “It’s the noblest, like, the most courageous thing two people can shoot for.” ― Rainbow Rowell.

Manny's hands were too bruised and swollen to take his bike home so you waved him into the passenger seat of your car and drove off, "you really didn't need to do that, I've heard far worse before."

Manny huffed, "yes, I did. Canche doesn't get to say what he wants because of his hook ups. I didn't mean to scare you."

You shook your head, "I wasn't scared, I just don't want you to get hurt."

Manny smiled and reached over to place his hand on your thigh, "I'm not going to get hurt."

You smiled, "I love you Manny, so much and I think it's very sweet that you want to defend my honour."

Manny chuckled, "you're my girl, I got to make sure everyone knows that."

You thought for a moment before responding, "move in with me. Your lease is up in two months and I own my place outright. The cats won't ever feel like you've abandoned them and we don't have to go back and forth.."

Manny squeezed your leg to quiet you, "there's no need to sell it, I'll call the guys to help me pack my stuff tomorrow."

You snorted, "that's if you're not on probation in the morning."

Manny sucked on his tongue, "nah, old ladies are off limits, anyone would have done the same thing."

You nodded, relaxing as you pulled into your driveway "are you sure? I would never forgive myself if you got into trouble over me."

He leaned across the car and kissed your soft, "I'm sure."

You brushed your hand over his cheek and bumped his nose with yours, "we better go inside, I really need to look at your hands."

Manny chuckled, "lead the way gorgeous."

You got him inside and went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit before stopping by the freezer and grabbing some ice packs. Manny sat down with a sigh as you started to clean his hands, "I don't think anything is broken but you're going to need to give your hands a rest for a few days. I'll take you to and from work until the swelling goes down."

Manny smiled, "I am one lucky man, you know that."

You felt your chest get warm, "I'm the one who's lucky, I never thought I'd find someone as wonderful as you."

Manny pulled his hand from yours and reached up to cup your cheek, "then I guess we're both lucky and I know moving in so soon might seem really fast but I don't think there's anyone else I'd rather be with."

It hit you that it was a bit fast, "maybe we should talk about things before we take that step, what if we have fundamental differences. I mean, do you want kids? Are you an organ donor? How do you feel about…"

Manny cut you off with a kiss, "yes to both. Is that alright with you?"

You smiled, "yes, yes, that's alright with me. I'm sorry."

He chuckled, "it's alright, this is new to me too but we'll work it out."

You pulled back and returned to cleaning his hands, "I love you so much."

The smile on Manny's face was gentle and filled with affection, "I love you too."

You finished his hands and Manny regarded you, "what?"

You smiled and he pulled you into his arms, pressing his face into your hair, "do you want to get married?"

You blinked, you thought you had heard him right, "pardon?"

You felt him inhale, "do you want to get married. There's no one else I can see myself spending my life you, you are the cats and however many children you want to give me feels about as close to a happy ever after a man can ask for. I know it's really sudden and you can take some time…"

You cut him off with a kiss, "yes, yes I'll marry you. But I want a proper wedding, the big white dress, the stupid cake that doesn't taste like anything, the whole nine."

Manny chuckled, "you can have whatever you want, what about a ring?"

You thought for a moment, "I've done enough aid work to know the damage that gemstones can do, I am however, very partial to lab grown sapphires, the bonus is that if you get the gem and design the ring yourself, it's like a third of the price of buy it at the jeweller."

Manny chuckled, "alright, I'm sure someone knows a guy. Hell, Angel's probably going to shove a catalogue in my face when I get there in the morning."

You sighed, "do you want to tell them tomorrow?"

Manny smiled, "I mean, why not. We wouldn't be the first spur of the moment wedding."

You kissed him softly, "no, we wouldn't. I can't believe we're getting married. I have to go dress shopping."

Manny smiled, "take Hope and Lettie, hell Coco and Angel will go along too."

You giggled, "why don't we invite the whole crew and have a say yes to the dress SP addition. I'm sure Marcus will tag along."

Manny grinned, "I love you."

You smiled back, "I love you too."

You dropped Manny off the next day, Manny taking your hand and walking you inside. Angel greeted you with a smile but Bishop was more serious, "what's going on?" 

Bishop managed a smile, "it looks like we'll be heading to Arizona, last night a brick went through the window of the Yuma Clubhouse with a note attached. I was hoping Manny would bring you by so you could tell me your professional opinion." 

He pulled out his phone and showed you the photo, the note was pretty clear.

"Poison begets poison." 

"Thoughts?" Bishop didn't sound worried, he sounded pissed. 

"My guess is that it is what it says. Someone is planning to poison Yuma, I imagine with Fentanyl. The use of language is telling, the person is either well read or trying to be dramatic. The handwriting reflects that, it's simple but cursive so you're looking at someone who learned it in school and the brick through the window is pretty old fashioned. If I was the one doing it, I'd booby trap a car, create a contraption that slips the power everywhere when someone opens the car hood." 

Bishop nodded, "thank you y/n, now I know you have things to do so why are you stopping by?" 

You smiled, "Manny and I are getting married." 

Angel hopped up from the chair and raced over, "did I hear that right, you're getting married?" 

Manny grinned, "yep, we talked about it last night. We're having a proper wedding so it will be next year but when you know you know." 

Angel all but jumped up and down, "fuck yeah. I am the best match maker ever. I stand by what I said, you better name your first kid after me." 

You rolled your eyes, "if you shut up I'll think about it." 

Coco walked in from outside and looked at the scene, "what?" 

Before you could answer, Angel did it for you, "these two are getting married, just like that." He turned back to you, "when are you getting the dress?" 

You shook your head, "I'm going to get an appointment which brings me to my next point. I'd really like it if you guys could come along." 

Coco smiled and wrapped his arms around you, "hell fucking yeah, you want Hope and Lettie there?" 

You nodded, "of course. And I need someone to walk me down the aisle, so do you want to?" 

Coco hugged you again, "fuck yeah. Come on, we have planning to do, I'll get Chucky to help." 

You sighed as he pulled you away, "there goes my plans for the day." 

Manny pecked you before Coco dragged you to the office, "have fun." 

Knock Knock

You, Coco and Chucky were looking over invite templates when Riz knocked on the door, "come in." 

He opened the door with a smile, "Angel told me the good news, congratulations." 

You smiled and got up to hug him, "how many people has Angel told?" 

Riz smiled, "the moment he told me and Creep, he left to call Marcus, he also told Taza to start looking for a venue, I'm pretty sure he's appointed himself as the wedding planner. I was coming to ask you about your dress." 

You sighed, "of course he has. I've got an appointment at the dress shop next month why?" 

Riz shrugged, "I was hoping I could come, I've really love all those sappy shows." 

You nodded, "of course you can come. I need as much help as I'm going to get." 

The week had been a rush, turns out bikers were far more into weddings than you had thought. Between the guys helping Manny move and Manny looking for a place to make a ring and work, you felt like you didn't get a second to stop.

When the weekend rolled along and it was time to leave for Yuma you could sense something was coming. Manny came up behind you while you were feeding the cats and wrapped his arms around your body before resting his head on your shoulder, "you don't have to say yes but can you come with us this weekend? It would be good to have you there."

You sighed, "sure, I think I should be there to stop you from killing Canche anyway. Did anything come of that?"

Manny shook his head, "nah, he would have had to explain why I hit him in the first place."

You spun and kissed him, "I bet it will be strange to be back there?"

Manny nodded, "yeah, it ain't the most enjoyable place to be, but I have you and that's good enough for me."

You smiled and kissed him again, "you are such a dreamboat. What's next, you're going to show up on a white horse and whisp me away?"

Manny smiled, "if that's what you want, I'll have to learn to ride a horse but I'll do it."

You understood what Manny meant when you arrived at the Yuma compound, it just felt gross. Marcus was there, smiling from ear to ear when he saw you had accompanied Santo Padre. He gave you a hug, crushing your ribs with an embrace, "Angel told me the good news, when's the wedding?"

You smiled, "ten months, we're still planning the big bits but we're getting there."

Manny walked up to you and threw his arm over your shoulder, accepting Marcus' congratulations with a warm smile before walking off to deal with Canche, "you doing good?"

He nodded, "yeah, I want to head somewhere later today, Coco said he's keep you company."

You smiled, "of course, is everything ok?"

He nodded, "yeah, I wanted to stop by and see my sister." He sounded so sad.

"That's fine with me, please take as long as you need. I'll be here waiting for you."

He dropped his forehead onto yours and kissed you softly, "thank you."

Manny detached for you with a kiss, and you waved goodbye as he left and you went to sit with Coco, "you good?"

You nodded, "I'm great, everything is great. How did Templo go?"

Coco shrugged, "if there's one more bad cut Yuma is done, the vote went through without much protest, if we're lucky, this is the end of it."

You sighed, "and this threat?"

He gave you an unreadable look, "we'll see."

Manny brought the flower to his face, the little white Heliotrope filling his nose with a gentle scent. He walked up to Clara's gravestone and brushed away the dirt before placing the flowers in the little holder and kneeling down, resting his hand on the cold rock.

"I've meant someone CC and she's so wonderful, you would have loved her. I think, I know, she would have loved you too. We're getting married soon." He stopped, his emotions clogging his throat, "I just wanted to tell you the good news, because I know you would you'd want to be there if you could."

A gentle breeze blew in his face and he swore he could smell her bubblegum shampoo, he knew it was just his mind playing tricks on him but he couldn't help but feel it was his sitter letting him know she was happy for him. He left feeling lighter, the breeze brushing by him one last time as he walked through the gate.

There was something different about Manny when he returned, he sat next to you, Coco Angel and grabbed your hand, "how was your trip?"

He smiled, "it was good, I know she's not really there but it felt good to talk to her again."

The others were lost in their own conversation as you spoke, "I don't know much about that kind of thing but I think she was listening , even it it was just the part of her that you carry."

Manny reached up and brushed your cheek, "I love you so much."

You smiled, "I love you too."

Marcus watched from afar, knowing that something was happening, he allowed a few moments for calm to come over to walk over to you, "I never got the chance to talk about your wedding before I was called away, it's very exciting."

You smiled, "it is, I know is really soon but.."

Marcus waved his hand, "when you know you know. I would have married Izzy the second she said hello to me but I think she would have called me an idiot."

You giggled, "well, you're both invited so I hope you can come."

Marcus smiled, "of course, we wouldn't miss it for the world. I'm very happy for you both."

He offered Manny a hug, "thank you Pardrino."

The conversation between Angel and Coco must have wound down because Angel was butting in, "are we talking weddings? I'm trying to convince them to have it in the national park but y/n is worried about bothering people on public land. I think it would be nice, with all the trees and all."

You sighed, "you know Taza is taking care of it, there's a lovely portion of tribal land that he thinks we'll be able to book."

Angel nodded, "you got an officiant?"

Marcus smiled, "why don't you do it Angel, you can get the licence online, it's the least they can do after everything you've done to get them here."

You blinked and Manny laughed, "I like it, I mean, why not."

You sighed, "alright, but nothing dirty, there'll be kid there."

Angel smiled, "I wouldn't dream of it, it's going to be the best wedding ever."

The night wore on and you felt yourself grow tried, Manny hadn't left your side and you tapped him to bring his attention away from the story Hank was telling about the time he found a snake in his bedroll, "yes Mi Amor?"

You smiled, "I'm going to take a few minutes outside, I'm feeling a bit overwhelmed."

Manny nodded, "you want me to come?"

You shook your head, "nah, I'm not going to leave the compound."

You headed out and made a beeline for a quiet section of the lot, sitting down on a mild crate and taking a deep breath. Your peace was interrupted when Canche approached you, "what the fuck do you want?"

He raised his hands, his face still bruised, "Marcus has brought to my attention that I've treated you unfairly and I just wanted to apologise."

You snorted, "you want me to thank you, expect an apology for a man that crawled up the ass of a baby raper?" You shook your head, "fuck off man, I have nothing to say to you."

He inhaled, "I'm not expecting you to forgive me, but you're an old lady now and you have to do things for the greater good."

You were ready to rip his intestines out but a figure in a hoody walking towards you at speed pull your attention away, "you know that guy?"

Canche turned around and you saw the shotgun, you moved without thinking and threw Canche to the ground as the shot rang out. Everything moved in slow motion as you stood up, the world coming back into focus with a rush of sound and violence as people came running and a shotgun was levelled at your chest, "move, I don't want to you hurt."

You stayed stuck to the spot, "no, if you want to kill this man you'll have to shoot me too."

There was pain, not anger on the man's face and you shook your head violently as the others arrived with their guns drawn, a look to your side revealed a terrified Manny, his face a mix of rage and fear, "are you here because of the drugs?"

The shotgun lowered slightly, "he's the reason my baby boy is dead, him and his dirty drugs. He deserves to die."

You nodded, "I know, had I had the time to think I would have let you shoot him. But we're here now and it's not that I don't agree with you, it's that I can tell you are suffering and this, what you're about to do won't bring your child back. He has a little boy of his own, we might think he deserves everything he gets but I'm sure you know this, a little boy's first hero is his father. You don't want his son to lose that."

The man looked around, "I came here to end things."

You lowered your hands slowly, "I know, but then these men will kill you and then what happens to the people you leave behind?"

He huffed, "I don't have anyone, Shaun was all I had and now he's gone."

You stepped closer and the gun went up a fraction, "if you die, your son, Shuan, dies with you. There will be no one to keep his memory alive. If you leave here now, I swear nothing will happen to you. No one is going to come after you and Shaun's memory won't be sullied by more pain."

He took in a shaky breath and dropped the shotgun, falling to his knees with his face in his hands, "I miss him so much."

You knelt by him and placed a hand on his shoulder, "I can't even imagine what you're going through." You pointed towards Coco, "my friend is going to make sure you leave here safe. Don't come back, I won't be able to save your life a second time."

The moment there was calm, Manny ran up to you and pulled you into his arms, looking over your face with worry, "don't you ever do anything like that again, do you understand me?"

You nodded, "I understand, can we go back inside?" Manny took your hand and you walked back into the Clubhouse, accepting the water that Angel handed you.

"You good?" He kept looking behind you.

"I'm fine, I just want to go back home."

Angel gave you a soft smile, "yeah, we all do."

Someone clearing their throat behind you had you turning around, it was Canche, "what the fuck do you want?"

He swallowed, "you saved my life."

You let out a cynical laugh, "yeah well, it's not like I did it for you. I saw that man's face before he pulled the trigger, he would have regretted it. You are a stain, a pathetic waste of air and if you don't get out of my face, I'm going to shoot you myself."

He walked away, shaking his head and Manny's hand on your back brought your racing heart back down, "you wanna go back to the hotel?"

You nodded, "please."

You could tell that something was wrong the moment to hotel door closed, Manny's eyes filled with emotion as he stared at you, "what the fuck were you thinking, stepping in front of a gun for that piece of shit, if anything had happened…"

His breath caught and you stepped closer to him, cupping his cheek while you ran your thumb over his skin, "nothing was going to happen to me Manny, he wasn't going to be able to pull that trigger and before you say that there's no way I could have known that, this isn't the first time I've had to deal with a parent in that kind of pain."

He blinked away a tear and leaned down to kiss you, "I can't lose you."

In a flash, his fear turned to desperation he and was ripping your clothes off and all but tossing you in the bed. You reached out and pushed his kutte off his shoulders, Manny's lips never leaving yours as you both got naked as fast as you could. You shuffled up and bed and Manny hovered over you, his face filled with love as he rolled you onto your side and threw your leg over his hip.

His hand moved between your legs in a flurry and his fingers slid inside you as his thumb landed on your clit. You moaned into his mouth and Manny's teeth sunk into your lower lip. He pressed his fingertips into your G-spot, his thumb moving faster on your clit, when you were ready enough to take him, he yanked his hand away and used your wetness to slick up his cock, then with a soft please from you, he repositioned his hips and slid inside you slowly.

He let out a grunt and rocked his hips, his hand on your thigh holding you close as you matched his pace. "I love you so much." His tone was almost pained as his hips picked up speed.

He brushed your G-spot as you returned his affection, "I love you too."

He kissed you softly, pulling back just enough to breathe, "tell me you're mine."

His hand moved down to stroke your clit and you gasped, "I'm yours, please I'm yours."

He kissed you again, his lips firmed, "tell me again and I'll let you cum."

His fingers sped up in time with his hips and he brushed your G-spot with each thrust, "I'm yours."

In a flash, he was rolling on top of you and ramming himself inside you with a grunt. You wrapped your legs around his body and pulled him close, burying your face in his neck as he rolled his hip, placing his finger back on your clit while pressing soft kisses to any body part he could reach.

The peak came hard and fast, Manny moaning as you clenched around him, he followed you into bliss soon after, his lips pressing to yours as his hips slowed.

He rolled off you with one last kiss and caught his breath, "you good?"

You sighed, "I'm great. I love you."

Manny grinned, "I love you too, let me clean you up yeah, then we'll order room service."

You looked over the menu while we waited for Manny to return, a smile on his face as he cleaned you up and threw the damp towel in a pile, "anything look good?"

You nodded, "yep Tostones, I could eat my weight in them."

Manny shook his head, "Tostones is it then." You ordered while Manny held you, a soft smile on his face as he ran his hands over your body.

His hand slowly made it's way to your lower stomach, his fingers moving in a gentle brush, "how many kids do you want?"

You shrugged, "more than one, less than four. How many do you want?"

Manny kissed your temple, "however many you'll give me."

You sighed, "marriage first, then a baby."

He smiled softly, "I'm going to buy the lot behind you house."

You blinked, "why?"

His hand moved to squeeze your hip, "because we need a nice place to live so I was thinking we expand the home we already have and that way, you don't need to move and you can have a huge garden. I was even thinking the cats could have a little outside catio so they can spend time outside without risking them getting away and hurting birds."

You smiled, "I think that's great."

Manny kissed your temple, "so that's settled, I buy the lot, we get married and then I give you a baby or two."

You pecked his cheek, "that sounds great."

Ten Months Later

"You ready?" Coco came up behind you and did the last button of your dress, a simple flowy, lace dress, the skirt with only a little fullness and the sleeves sheer and coming to your mid upper arm, Riz had called it bohemian and went on about how it was the best style on the market right now.

You spun and gave him a smile, "yes, yes I'm so ready."

Coco stuck out his arm and Penelope ran outside to signal the music to start, the soft sound of the piano coming through the small white tent you were getting ready in. You began to walk, catching sight of Manny as you got closer to the top of the aisle. When he saw you, his eyes filled with tears, a huge smile coming over his face as you stood next to him.

"Hi." You reached up a wiped a tear from his cheek.

"Hey Mi Amor, you look really pretty."

You giggled, "everyone helped."

Beside you, Angel cleared his troat, "can we get to this? Al this mush is going to make me cry and I don't think that's professional."

You snorted, "you got your licence online, I'm pretty sure we might not even be legally married after this."

Angel ignored you, "dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the joining of two people, y/n and Emmanuel Ramírez. Are you here of your own free will, with no influence for other?"

You couldn't say yes fast enough, "I'm told you have your own vows?"

You took a deep breath and started first, "I'm normally really good with words but I sat down to write this and had no idea how to put my feelings onto the page. I love you and I have from the moment I laid my eyes on you and while it took a little while for me to say it," the crowd gave a laugh, "I promise that you will always now I love you and cherish you, support and encourage you, I will be there through every storm and every day of sunshine."

Manny had tears running down his face and a quick glance at the crowd showed you that others were in a similar state, Angel wiped his face and sniffed, "holy shit dude, that was deep."

You giggled and Manny started, "you are the best thing that's ever happened to me and I wake up every day grateful that you are the first thing I see in the morning and the last thing I see before I go to bed. I will spend every day of the rest of our lives telling you how much and in all the ways that I love you. I will make sure you always feel safe, and warm and loved."

You both turned to Angel how took a deep breath, "if anyone has any objections speak now or forever hold your peace. If any one says anything I will shoot you myself." He looked around, "no? Alright, do you y/n take Emmanuel Ramírez be your."

You cut him off, "yes."

Angel huffed "and do you."

Manny didn't even let him get that far, "yes."

Angel sighed and shook his head, "by the power invested in me by the state of Califonia and a shady internet website, I now pronounce you husband and wife you may now.."

You wrapped your arms around Manny and he kissed you before Angel could finish, and he threw his hands up in the air, "I give up." The crowd erupted in cheers as Manny deepened the kiss, dipping you like a prince in a fairy tale.

You pulled away and Manny smiled at you, pecking you one last time before letting you up, "I love you."

You smiled back, "I love you too."

Angel gave a loud clap, "time to party."

Manny had his hand in yours as the speeches started. Angel went first, stepping up to the platform with a smile, he had a pile of papers with him that had you worried and he banged them on the wood before tapping the mic, "all I wanted to say was that I was right." Everyone burst out in laughter and Coco slapped his arm as they swapped places.

Coco took a deep breath before he started, "when y/n and Manny met, I knew something was there, I had never seen y/n smile so wide and I had never heard Manny stutter when he was talking about a woman until her. I can go on and on about how happy I am for them and that I know that they have a long and happy life ahead of them but we all already know that. So all I'm going to say is that I love you both and I'm happy you found each other because you both deserve happiness."

Bishop went next, his face a mix of joy and satisfaction, "getting here has aged in twenty years, if I had a dollar for every time I had to tell one of my brothers to shut up about these two getting together, I would be rich. But we're here now and there's nothing better than being with someone you love. Let's hope it's doesn't take them as long to have a baby because I want a niece or nephew and I can't take the fuckers I'm in charge of bitching about how they haven't made any cute babies yet."

Marcus went last, his speech full of kind sentiments, love for his wife and affection for you and Manny. After he stepped down, Angel clinked his glass and gained everyone's attention, "alright everyone, now to the main reason we're all here. Let's eat."

You walked into your newly renovated home and said hello to the cats before walking to the bedroom hand in hand with Manny. You stood in the middle of the room and Manny took your hands, looking you up and down with a soft smile on his face, "hello wife."

You smiled back, "hello husband, will you help me out of my dress?"

His smile turned into a grin, "hell yeah."

You spun and he unbuttoned the dress, letting it fall to the floor and pool at your feet. You spun back around and Manny looked you over again before leaning down and kissing you softly, "shall we ring in the rest of our lives?"

He bit his lower lip, "hell yeah." He took your face in his hands, bumping your nose with his then kissed you as you sat back on the end of the bed. He raised a single finger to brush the strap of your bra off your shoulders, "I love this set, the white suits you."

You shook your head, "thank you, I picked something I knew you would like."

He smirked, "you picked well." He ran his fingers over the delicate lace flowers, "fuck, I am a lucky man."

You reached up and removed his kutte, Manny's hands going to the buttons of his shirt while his eyes raked over your skin, you went to reach back to unlatch your bra but he stopped you, "let me do that Mi Amor." He knelt on the bed and reached behind you, pressing his lips to your shoulder as the item came free.

You pushed yourself up the bed and Manny caught your panties on the way up, pulling them down your legs and pressing his lips to your claves as he made his way up your body. He kissed your knee, one then swapping to the other before repeating the pattern all the way up to your core.

He kissed the crease of your thigh then lifted your legs over his shoulders, he looked up at you, smiling softy before diving in like a man starved. You placed your hands on his head and stroked his scalp, Manny moaning as your nails gently scratched his skin.

He removed one hand from your leg and used two fingers to circle your entrance before sliding them inside you and pressing his fingertips to your G-spot. He pulled you closer, his lips wrapping around your clit as he moaned against your skin.

You bucked your hips as you got closer and Manny made no move to stop you, his fingers picking up speed and he doubled his efforts with his tongue. You didn't have the chance to warn him before you were arching off the bed and squeezing his fingers for dear life. He chuckled and pulled away, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "that was easy."

You rolled your eyes and tapped him with your foot, "you're smug." You sat up and ran your hands down his body to his cock, wrapping your hand around him and stroking him slowly, "you turn?"

He shook his head, "nah, we have all out lives for you to suck my dick." You laid back down and Manny went with you, holding himself up on his elbows as you reached up and pulled him closer, Manny's lips finding yours as you wrapped your legs around his body.

He kissed the tip of your nose and you giggled then he was reaching down and taking his cock in his hands before rubbing it up and down your slit. You gasped as he pushed inside you, your nails biting into his shoulders as he bottomed out. He rocked his hips slowly while he buried his face in your neck, the hand that was on his cock moving to rub your clit as his hips picked up speed.

He kissed his way from your neck to your face, his lips landing on yours. You pulled him closer and rocked your hips, matching his speed as he pushed your closer to the edge, "Manny please."

He kissed you, his nose brushing yours as he hit his stride, "you don't need to beg me for anything Tesoro." His fingers sped up and he pushed you over the edge as you whimpered into his mouth. He smiled against your lips as he followed you, grunting like an animal while his hand moved from your clit to grip your hip.

His hips slowed and he pulled away, rolling over and taking you with him. You rested your head on his chest and Manny reached up to stroke your cheek, "I love you."

You turned your head and kissed his palm, "I love you too. When do you want to open all out wedding presents?"

Manny chuckled, "why don't we open them tomorrow before we head off on our honeymoon?"

You sighed, "that sounds great."

He placed his hand on your cheek and turned your face towards his, "I love you, more than anything."

You kissed him softly, "I love you too."

The End

Song inspo for the title is Hozier - Would That I

[nevalizona]

I am biased, I will admit that, my most favorite show in the world is an mc show sksksks BUT I would have loved to see what m3 would do with that. The Lincoln outfit. Makes me wish we got a side thingy where he either "joined" an mc or helped one out. Imagine getting to unlock a motorcycle this way?!?!?!?!? It would have been so much fun😭😭😭😭 I wonder what the missions would be. I suppose it could be a territory thing for one. Some sort of merch run whether that be guns or drugs. Something could happen there. There's a lot of things they could have had Lincoln do. Especially if they have those missions set after the game as a way to still do something. I'm not saying the mc would have to be super in depth but meeting some characters would be fun! Especially since that would fit in with Lincoln’s whole mission of trying to find a family. Not saying it's perfect or would make sense for him to get *that* close to them, but at least having the option for him, if that's what he wanted would have been real cool. We could have met the president or even the vp. Ahhhh it would have been so much fun. But once again to reiterate, I understand I'm biased since I find mcs interesting, maybe it wouldn't have been fun to most people but idk.

[burningtacozombie]

He emerged only to swallow the pills, retreating beneath the covers again.   “Okay, I’m going now.”  “Shhh! No more talking! No noise!”   She snorted laughing. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll be back this evening”  “Noise is still happening, woman! Shut up!”

lmao, oh babe. hangovers suck, we've all been there. you really only have yourself to blame tho :D

Because all of her closest friends were men, too, she’d always been passed by on the girlfriend bonding exercise, never really missing what she didn’t know.

same girl, same. and going shopping with Lee, or anyone actually, sounds fucking exhausting, as fun as she is as a person xD bless the 21st century and online shopping.

The man had many more dealings, all of which could put him away for longer than just the threat of one girl he’d kidnapped singing like a canary to the feds.

doesn't mean he doesn't have other people looking for her though. she has a lot to sing about and I bet he's coming for her sooner than later. although if she'd sang to the feds now, it'd put Guero and the entire club in jeopardy too so there's that.

“If anyone came for you, Guero would put a fuckin’ bullet in their head. Your boy has a fuckin’ savage temper where it comes to the people he loves. Trust me, you’re fine.”  Lee’s pragmatic reasoning was reassuring, but she still felt unsure. Was she simply being paranoid?

while this is very much true, Guero would absolutely put a fucking bullet into anyone looking for her, it's not fair of Lee to dismiss her worries like it's nothing. Emma is the one who's been through it, she's the one who knows what she's talking about, Lee has no idea how it was for her and talking down on her, almost gaslighting her into thinking she's paranoid, is not okay. trust your gut baby girl, it'll keep you safe. if you feel like you need a fake identity, get a fake identity. view it as witness protection, people in it live under an alias for safety.

“Yeah, sorry I was a cranky asshole this morning. Even my eyelashes hurt,” he laughed, granting her the kiss she sought.

babe your eyelashes hurt because they're fucking intense and heavy :D but I'm glad to see you're doing better, hope you learned something from it. probably not though :D

Lost & Found - Chapter Fourteen.

First update of the week is here, besties! Thanks so much for your dedication to this, I appreciate you all so very much :)

Previous chapters - One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Eleven Twelve Thirteen

Words - 3,786

Warnings - 18+ content throughout, Minors DNI. Recounts of kidnap, child trafficking, physical/verbal/sexual abuse.

To think, she’d expected him to simply pass out and snore like a brontosaurus. Oh, hell no, Emma lying back, her hand fisted in his hair tightly, her feet resting on his shoulders as he completely ruined her with his tongue.  

Slow, firm, flat drags over her clit sent waves of heat through her, fingers massaging at the slick petals of her cunt as his tongue began to circle slowly. Slowly, slowly, the sound of her sweet little moans filling his ears, slipping two fingers inside her, hooking them to rake against the soft, wet flesh that gently spasmed.  

“Having fun, mamas?” 

“Oh, you have no idea!” 

He grunted a chuckle, sucking on her with a hungry growl. “Think I do.” Pulling his fingers from her, he showed the evidence sparkling upon them, sucking them clean before pushing them back inside her again. “And you thought I was gonna pass out.” Sucking upon her bud again, he groaned, low and dirty, fingers circling a hard sweep over her front wall. His arm muscles began flexing in effort as his other rested on her hip, mindful not to move higher and knock her fresh tattoo.  

The pleasure blazed into bonfire so quickly it almost hurt, Emma biting her lip as she mewled, hips quivering, her hand grasping tight against his scalp, his tongue rolling over her in a firm beat. Sparks skittered up her spine, her muscles tightening as his fingers had her release brimming, her thighs trembling as it snapped through her, Guero closing his mouth to suck it firmly from her, her legs closing tight around his head.  

Warm tingles cradled her as it slowly ebbed away again, sitting up while he emerged from between her legs, meeting him with messy kisses full of need. She reached between her legs, wetting her hand against her folds, curling it firmly around his cock. His hips shunted forward, his groan like a rumble of thunder, her mouth laying kisses over his throat. Little licks make goosebumps rise over his tattooed flesh, hearing his breath hiss as she scraped her teeth over the tight peak of his nipple. 

His hand grasped her jaw, his eyes lust drunk as he looked down at her. “Turn over, baby.”  

Her tongue ran a slow line back up his chest, over his throat and into his mouth, a smouldering look making his pulse throb before she turned, feeling his hand press at the back of her neck. “Down.”  

That singular word, delivered with an alluring air of dominance made something pleasant twist through her insides, lying until she was flat, pushing the round of her ass back against his abs. “Mm, good girl.” The fire that shot through her at hearing such praise, his hand holding her down while the other guided his cock against the soaking mess of her folds.  

Many inches of vein ridged, steely thickness dragged through her slit, a whimper pouring from her mouth like wine, the head of him stroking against her clit in exquisite tease. He continued that languid, stimulating stroke, stars prickling his veins, pearls of pre cum smearing against the honey of her cunt before finally, he let it bathe his shaft entirely.  

“Ahhh, fuck yes.” he whispered, arrowing her to the hilt, fingers clenching at her neck as she cried out. His eyes fell to the divinely erotic sight of his cock sliding back and forth, watching her pink hugging him, splayed around his thickness, his hand pounding in a hard smack off her ass cheek.  

Pushing her thighs together with his knees, the hug around him tightened more with her legs pressed together, Emma gasping into the bed linen beneath her, the friction beyond perfect. Pleasure crackled through her, a slow burn stoked by the steady slip of his cock, her eyes scrunched tightly shut as her mouth hung open in exclamation.  

She yearned for raw and unfettered, but oh, how every colour illuminated behind her closed eyelids as he plunged her with all-in, all-out strokes. It rose in heat, like slow, balmy summer beaming through a deep winter chill, sunshine chasing frost over her nerves, her walls fluttering on him as his hand met her ass in a hard spank again.  

He’d been gentler with her in the beginning, not wanting to teeter too near to anything that might spark something traumatic for her, until Emma had literally taken his hand, pressed it to her neck and puckered her lips at him. “Hold me down and fuck me rough with that huge dick”, she had told him. Of course, he’d complied.  

Incandescent tingles spread through her as he began to thrust with more purpose, hissing a groan as he dragged through the tight velvet of her cunt, golden glimmers glittering at the base of his spine. Her hips shunted back against him, her fingers moving to begin rubbing on her clit as he fucked her relentlessly, ecstasy starting to throb hot within her.  

Sharp shocks began to meld with warm, rolling bliss, her muscles tightening as she came apart with a cry, feeling his cock twitching within the snug hug of her slick plush, pulsing ribbons of cum into her with a guttural groan. Pulling out, he watched the load he’d shot in slowly trickle from her opening, his fingers stroking her spine as she dropped flat, his body falling to the side of hers.  

Was he finished with her, though? Oh hell, no. He hadn’t drunk a concoction as vile as the one he had just so he could fuck her once. Definitely not.  

“Oh god, right there. Fuck me harder, yeah!” Her back slid against the smooth, cool plaster of the bedroom wall, his hands clasping beneath her thighs, short nails leaving red crescents upon her flesh as he fucked her wildly, teeth laying bites across her neck. Beads of sweat ran like tiny rivers over their bodies, the late summer still scorching in temperature even into the early hours of the morning, Emma’s nails dragging scarlet brandings down his back as she screamed her pleasure.  

The slick sound of his cock pounding into her soaking cunt filled the room, their kisses filthily indulgent as he speared her so deeply, she felt herself crest on the wave that was him, fucking her orgasm into her unrelentingly. Bright beams continued to glow in the aftermath, his head dipping to suck the pebbled peaks of her nipples in turn, teeth sharp, chasing his own release with determination that had him spilling into her thick and hot, breathless in the aftermath.  

Was he finished with her, though? Oh, hell no.  

The morning light was beginning to beam in, neither having bothered to close the blinds, Guero watching how the amber light of dawn gilded her flesh in soft, amber rays, lust darkened eyes focusing on her cerulean gaze of utter bliss. As naturally any woman would, with their slit being devoured by the unrelenting hunger of his mouth. 

His hand pounded against her hard, Emma grasping her tits as she rocked against his tongue, relentless rushes of bliss darting up her spine. “Mmm, yeah, beautiful. Ride the fuck outta my face.” he groaned, the suction of his full lips causing her to further dampen him.  

Each lick warmed her veins, biting pleasure sizzling right to her very bones, soaking him completely as she purled against the contours of his face, her silk gleaming his mouth, nose and chin. The taste of her flowing onto his tongue was a bouquet of indulgence, Guero spanking her hard again, his hands clutching the tight orbs of her ass cheeks, groaning as his tongue pushed inside her. “So goddamned sexy.”  

Oh, how she felt it, too, her body at the mercy of the judders that wracked her, shaking as if a current ran right through her. Long licks of chilling heat dragged over her swollen clit, lightning beginning to dart up her spine, his hands clutched tight upon her as she got herself off against the relentless roll of his tongue. He had her feeling like her orgasm had split her apart, the craving in her running rampant, turning around and sinking onto his cock with a satisfied gasp.  

Being ridden reverse cowgirl was how he saw in 5am, passed out wrapped around her half an hour later, awaking a few hours after with the kind of hangover that made him feel like someone was drilling into his skull. Not really enjoying drunkenness to such extremes, Emma’s halt at tipsiness meant that she was fine, only tired from a lack of sleep. A little sex sore, too. 

“Honey,” she spoke, peeling back the covers from his face, a very pouty, grumpy Guero hiding himself again. “I’m heading out with Lee, you probably don’t remember we made plans last night. I’ll be back later this afternoon. Do you need anything before I go?” 

“Darkness and Advil.”  

The blinds were drawn, Emma heading to fill a bottle of water for him and deposit two painkillers into his hand. “Here you go. Want me to bring you any food back?”  

“Maybe, I dunno. Ugh.” He emerged only to swallow the pills, retreating beneath the covers again.  

“Okay, I’m going now.” 

“Shhh! No more talking! No noise!”  

She snorted laughing. “Okay, sweetie. I’ll be back this evening” 

“Noise is still happening, woman! Shut up!” She took his self-pitying whine of light fury with a pinch of salt, leaving the room and kissing Axl’s head before leaving the house.  

“Hey boo! Is it alive?”  

Turning, she saw Tyrone emerge, grinning. “He’s confined to the bed, hiding from everything.” Remembering Guero’s speed dive through the front window, she began laughing again, Tyrone wishing her a good day before she jumped into Lee’s car.  

“Hi sunshine, you look cute!” she chirped, leaning over to kiss her cheek. “How’s your boy?”  

“I think emotional sums him up. He’s suffering.” Shifting, she then winced, clipping her seatbelt. 

“Tattoo sore?” 

“Yeah, but it wasn’t that. I have sex pain, feel like I’ve taken a pneumatic drill vaginally,” she confessed, Lee snorting with a frown as she reversed out and drove off. 

“How? Did Nes stay and give you a dickin’, because there’s no way Guero was in any kind of state to do it!”  

Her mouth dropped in exclamation, laughing. “No, my guy managed just fine! He had to drink something called a resurrector before he did, though.” 

Lee’s eyebrows raised with recognition, indicating and turning right. “Oh, my god! I’d forgotten about Ibarra’s crazy assed drink. He made one for me one time when I was hammered and on the verge of passing out. Most fuckin’ disgusting thing I’ve ever drank. I hurled everywhere, blew chunks, vommed all over. It was nasty! It does work if you can keep it down, though. Shame it don’t cure hangovers!”  

Emma smirked widely. “Well, it worked on Guero. Lit a fucking fire under him!” 

“Yeah, girl!” she yelled, holding out her fist, Emma duly bumping it. “All I got was Bish passing out in the hallway. Put a blanket over him and left him there, woke up and found him in the exact same spot, with our two cats asleep on his back.” Her laugh sounded loudly, shaking her head. “So, what are we shopping for, what do you need, what are we getting?” 

Emma had come to love that about Lee, her repetitions of the same question or statement thrice, each time slightly differently. “A little of everything, I think.” 

Lee’s eyes swept over her, humming. “Yeah, you need it. You’re too beautiful a girl for clothes that cheap looking. No offence meant, babe. Every gal deserves some pretty things.” 

“None taken,” she shrugged, knowing her wardrobe was basic at best. The only nice things she owned were a few pieces she’d grabbed from a thrift store, the rest the cheaply made garments she’d bought on her first day there. “God, I really need nice underwear most importantly. Not just for me, but I think Guero might be fed up of seeing me in cotton undies and bra tops.” 

Lee nodded vigorously, putting her foot down to avoid getting stuck at a red light. “You’ve come to the right place, I am an expert at sexy underwear. Hell, they’re the only fuckin’ things that make me feel girly half the damned time.” Although she wore her makeup nicely when not working, her hair always styled, Lee was not much of a girly girl by her own admission.  

Because all of her closest friends were men, too, she’d always been passed by on the girlfriend bonding exercise, never really missing what she didn’t know. An hour later, as she and her young acolyte toured the racks of underwear within a department store much further north from their small town, she found it was actually quite fun. 

“This!” Thrusting forward a set, she almost took Emma’s eye out on the hanger with her enthusiasm, the younger of the blondes taking the black lace set and studying it closer. “He’ll jizz his pants as soon as he sees you in that, be able to pogo himself along on his hard-on, fuckin’ throw you down and nail the hell outta ya!”  

A nearby older woman shot a look of pure distain, Lee smirking. “What? She’s twenty-nine, not dead, like you.”  

Emma almost collapsed with snort laughter. “Lee! Behave.” 

She clicked her tongue, picking up another set. “Dunno the meaning of that word. How about this? Actually no, bright red doesn’t suit you. Hang on.” The same set in coral was yanked from the rack, Lee grumbling when it got stuck before freeing it, holding it up against Emma’s torso. “Yep! That’s it. Alrighty, you have about five sets within your little mitts, go try on and send him pics.” 

“Okay, but I bet he’s still dead to the world,” she replied, taking the set, Lee juggling her own. Her choices were much simpler. If it was hot pink or animal print, she bought it. Her husband had a thing for her in leopard.  

Shrugging, she picked up another set along the way, a gorgeous blush satin two-piece camisole and shorts set edged with black lace, placing them atop Emma’s pile. “Give him something hot to look at when he does finally rouse from his fuckin’ coma. Thirty shots of tequila, my god.” Those weren’t all he’d drunk either.  

In the privacy of the dressing rooms, Emma tried on her choices (minus the bottoms of the sets) taking a few pics and sending them to her passed out boyfriend. She decided on all of them, bar one. The beautiful, deep red coloured bra she examined her reflection in suddenly took her back to years before, standing motionless as the memory played.  

“You look so fuckin’ hot in that, my little blonde cutie. Gonna come get up on daddy, ride him good, lemme see your pretty little titties bounce in it, huh?”  

Coming to with a jolt, she removed the bra at speed, flinging it into the corner as she fought for breath. Fuck Rocco. Fuck him for using her as little more than his own personal sex doll for fifteen years, fuck him for making her feel cheap and dirty. Fuck. Him.  

She steeled herself not to cry, but the tears came regardless of her resolve, the shame curling within her again. Why she’d picked up that bra in the first place, she didn’t know. Then again, there was a lot she’d blanked from her memory, the red underwear incident when she was only sixteen being one of them.  

Her recovering from everything he’d put her through was like walking through a field of landmines, she realised while drying her eyes and dressing. She had to be very careful where to tread, save being blown to pieces.  

“You done in there yet?” Lee’s bark from the other side of the door made her stiffen, Emma now knowing she’d likely spend the rest of the afternoon on high emotional alert, sighing as she opened the door. “Uh-oh, I see tears. Whassup?” 

“Dark red bra,” she sniffed, folding her arms tightly as she looked at the floor. “Brought something I’d rather forget back. Didn’t even know it was a trigger until...”  

She gulped, her eyes pooling again, Lee softening as she pulled her close. “Look at you, turning me into a huggy person when I’m the fuckin’ farthest thing from it.” True, while Lee was liberal with the kisses to show her affection to friends, the only person she ever really embraced was her husband. “Breathe deep and remember where you are. Take a nice, deep breath, in for six, out for six. Come on, sugar. We’re calming down now, breathe, there you go.”  

With her new friend assisting, she managed to battle down the tide of fear that had risen within her, taking her purchases, Lee bending to grasp the triggering dark red bra, holding it out of Emma’s eyeline to hand over to the girl standing at the dressing room entrance. She was proud of her, managing to hold herself together for the rest of their tour of the department store, but her demeanour had changed considerably.  

“That’s the thing about drug treatment,” Lee began as they sat eating toasted sandwiches at a coffee shop an hour later, their purchases surrounding the small table. “It can either be a fix all, or fix most. It’s fuckin’ hard, getting that balance right from what I know of treating it.”  

“It makes me feel like my life is on hold more than it has to be,” she lamented with a sigh, licking a fleck of crumb from her top lip. “I can’t even exist as a person. He’ll be looking for me, he won’t stop just because I vanished. I wanted to seek out my grandparents and brother, but he probably knows where they are, he’s likely got eyes on them, waiting for me to turn up.” 

Lee had wondered, if she’d harboured any plans to reconnect with her family. She did ponder, though, if Emma might’ve been overreacting slightly with how desperate Rocco would be to tie her up as a loose end. The man had many more dealings, all of which could put him away for longer than just the threat of one girl he’d kidnapped singing like a canary to the feds.  

“How much of a fuckin’ life are you gonna be able to have, though, being a person in the wind? What I mean is, at some point you’re gonna need an identity. You could remain that way back on Staten Island, because you were kept a secret, or explained away. You never needed to have an identity beyond being the girl in the fuckin’ basement bedroom. I mean like the future. A job, social security, getting a driver’s license, all of that. You need to be someone.”  

“I hear you,” she replied, her voice small, beginning to chew her thumb. “I do, I’m just frightened still, especially since I’m not too far removed from him, deciding to stay now things have happened between Guero and I. I was thinking maybe buy a fake identity, so I can actually exist as somebody, even if not my true self, but I don’t know.” 

Lee frowned. “Emma, I think you might be overreacting a shade about his reach, because unless he’s paying off a hell of a fuckin’ lot of people who work within say, the DMV, social security, the healthcare sector, etcetera, in all fifty-two states, he ain’t gonna find you. He’d have to have a clue over where you’d ended up in the first place to cast his net, and you’ve been here two months. If he had any inkling at all, he’d have fuckin’ found you by now.” 

“He found contacts for the MC easily enough, and all about their dealings in order to secure them as his runners,” she reasoned, Lee shrugging. 

“He did, sunshine, but again he knew where he was looking. I also think you’re missing something pretty fuckin’ vital here, too.” Sipping her coffee, she waited to see if Emma would pick it up on her own, the glaringly obvious. “If anyone came for you, Guero would put a fuckin’ bullet in their head. Your boy has a fuckin’ savage temper where it comes to the people he loves. Trust me, you’re fine.” 

Lee’s pragmatic reasoning was reassuring, but she still felt unsure. Was she simply being paranoid? Maybe Rocco’s gigantic ego was so big that he considered himself untouchable from the mere word of one woman? Was she truly a threat to him, now she was out from within the grasp of his fist? She shared her thoughts, Lee nodding vigorously. 

“You got it. That man moves massive amounts of, ahem, product on a global scale. He sits at the head of the biggest organised crime family in existence,” she began in whisper, leaning forward in her seat. “The saying bigger fish to fry comes to mind.”  

Perhaps she was right, maybe she truly wasn’t of significance to Rocco, bearing in mind every other single moving piece he had to watch like a hawk upon a daily basis. Finishing the last bite of her sandwich, she figured that it didn’t require a decision right at that moment. The only thing she had to figure out that afternoon was putting it all to the back of her mind and continuing to enjoy herself with Lee.  

They were very different women, also in a completely separate age bracket with Lee being twenty years her senior, but they were enjoying developing a firm friendship with one another. So much so that Lee even offered Emma some cash in hand work with her a few mornings a week, furthering the little she knew about motorcycles and their mechanics. She needed a helping hand, after all, and Emma more of a purpose than constantly cleaning Guero’s house.  

When she arrived home, though, there was a definite purpose that he required her to serve.  

“You look a lot less grumpy than when I left,” she commented, finding him lying on the couch watching a movie, greeting her with his usual wide smile. 

“Yeah, sorry I was a cranky asshole this morning. Even my eyelashes hurt,” he laughed, granting her the kiss she sought. “So, those pictures you sent me...” His grin continued to widen, reaching under her dress to stroke her thighs, “I think I need to see the black set up close, just to gauge how long it’ll take me to remove it with my teeth.”  

She’d never moved to a bedroom so quickly in all of her life.  

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I keep wondering how Miguel would have reacted if they hadn't retconned Felipe knowing about him all along and kept it that he only found out for sure at the end of season 2. Would he still have been angry at him or would he be prepared to listen to him? I know it might not happen but I really want some perspective on why Miguel is also behaving this way because I'm struggling to understand him this season compared to previous ones.

I have been wrecking my brain trying to figure out why they retconned Miguel and Felipe the way they did but the only reasonable explanation I can come up with is that they just really wanted that cute as hell picture of Danny on the show no matter what it took, which I appreciate haha but storywise it makes no sense whatsoever. last season I went on and on about how happy I was they never did a 180 on Miguel like they did with everyone else and always kept him true to his story and to what we've always known him to be. we all wanted them to address the paternity issue so bad but then they come back and do this. frankly, it's been disappointing.

but to answer your question: had they stayed true to season 2, yes absolutely, Miguel would still be furious but for an entirely different reason. the Reyes will always be responsible for his mother's death. whether or not Dita wanted to die. whether or not she deserved it for what she did to them to begin with. they're the ones responsible, and you can't take that back. now he is more angry about the fact that Felipe didn't seem to care about his oldest son than about his mother's death.

I'm bitter we never got to see the full conversation in the butchershop because we don't know how much of everything Felipe even told him but assuming he told everything, maybe Miguel would even have tried to understand his mother's role in all of this. but now I'm not even sure what he's trying to do or to achieve because first he doesn't want anything to do with Felipe but then he goes to his house and gives the whole I don't forgive you speech and he did it with such a smile that clearly showed Miguel said all of this to intentionally hurt Felipe. and it worked.

I mean sure, if they hadn't retconned everything it would still have been 3 or so years of Felipe knowing while Miguel didn't but there wouldn't be a reason for Miguel to be angry about Felipe not caring about his childhood because Felipe simply did not know. they could have tried to work through the mess together and I think Miguel might have been open to this. all he ever wanted was answers, and however unlikely a father-son relationship would be, Felipe clearly has them. but now Miguel is too angry to even listen, and given I still think Felipe is going to die Miguel might end up with more regret than all this anger is worth.