#im watching the mule as i finish writing this

[sawtastic-sideblog]

Specs x Reader Gender Neutral Reader TW: violence, blood, mentions of death and school shooters, there may be more I have forgotten to mention so just a general proceed with caution.

"I'm looking for Sebastian Parker. Sebastian are you with us?" The psychic, Elise, calls to the room. You roll your eyes, not so subtly, and catch the eye of the bearded camera man, Tucker. He shakes his head and looks back at his screen as he continues to walk around the group of six gathered in a circle in your dining room.

Your older brother, Sebastian, died two years ago and your mom, Alice, hasn't been the same since. None of you have, but your mom seemed to be taking it the hardest. Sebastian was thirteen years older than you and from a previous relationship your mom had. Your dad, Patrick, always said Sebastian was his son. They were close. The year Sebastian turned eighteen, he went to your dad and asked him to be adopted. Your dad agreed, enthusiastically and cried hugging Sebastian and just repeating 'my son' over and over again. The night Sebastian died, your dad stood in his hospital room, stroking his head, repeating those words over and over again.

Your little sister, Olivia, sat across from you. She and Sebastian also had a good relationship. With a twenty one year gap between the two, Livvy and Sebastian were the closest. You alway envied their relationship. Sebastian was smart and loved to help Livvy with her homework. He was an English teacher at the local high school. Livvy would visit him in his class and would help him with presentations and fun stuff he'd do with his classes. You would help with costumes and behind the scenes stuff. Livvy and Sebastian belonged on stage together. Since his death, Livvy hasn't been as involved with the school's theater program, but still auditions and does the plays. "For Sebby," she says.

You and Sebastian were close, but only after he moved out. When you were born, he was a stubborn teenager who didn't want the attention of his mother and the only stable father figure he'd ever known taken away from him. He didn't want his weekends taken by some brat he'd have to watch, which was seldom if at all. After he moved out, you got sick with pneumonia and almost died in the hospital. He realized how much he cared for you and drove eighteen hours back from college to be with you. He transferred closer to be with the family and would let you stay at his apartment when your mom had bad days. Her pregnancy with Olivia was not an easy one. You and Sebastian grew close and went to all thr new movies, sport games, and community events together and with his friends. You were even the flower girl at Sebastian's best friend's wedding when you were twelve.

Your mom has Sebastian at fifteen and was a single mom until she met your dad. She struggled to get by and from a young age, Sebastian realized that they didn't have much and he would do odd jobs for people of the community. When your dad came to town, wanting a fresh start away from toxic parents and a crazy ex, Sebastian askedif he needed ay help with boxes "for a price." Your dad agreed and later met your mom. Your dad would always ask Sebastian to "help" with leaky faucets, painting walls, and working on cars. His job was to sit and make sure your dad was doing everything safely. Eventually your parents started dating and got married two years later. Your dad helped put her through nursing school and she has loved every second of her job. After being a single mom and her child, relying on each other, and practically growing up together, your mom and Sebastian were best friends. Losing him broke her. She stayed in bed for months. One day she was back to her normal self, making pancakes for everyone.

"What's this, honey? It's after ten at night?" Your dad asked, putting his keys in thr bowl by the door as you and Livvy put your coats on h hooks.

"Is it? Oh, well, I've been so busy. I guess I lost track of time," she replied with a smile on her face.

"What have you been doing?"

"I cleaned the whole house. Where have you been?"

"Work, school, dinner, and Livvy's play. Why are you cleaning the whole house? We did that this past weekend."

"Sebastian's coming home."

With that statement, all three hearts broke.

"Hey mom, it's late, let's get you to bed," you say and try to lead your mom to her room. After a little resistance you an your father manager to get your mom into bed. After that your mom kept insisting Sebastian would be coming home and recently she's started trying to contact him. Weird things started happening andit scared Olivia to the point she was always over at your apartment.

Last week, your dad woke up with scratches down his back. You immediately started looking for help and tracked down Elise. You arranged to meet at your parent's house tonight and Elise decided a seance would be the best course of action. You, being a skeptic, scoffed at her.

"There's no such things as ghosts."

"Ghosts, spirits, demons, they all exist, (Y/N), and we're the ones who are going to help you rid yourselves of them."

"No offense, Elise, but this is crazy."

"Sometimes crazy works."

So, now, you're in the dining room of your childhood home, having a seance to contact your dead brother. Still convinced that this is crazy, you look around the circle. You can't read your dad's face, but your mom has a look of hope, Livvy looks scared, Elise has a look of intense concentration, and her assistant, Spec, is writing at lightning speed as Elie speaks.

"Sebatian Parker. Follow the sound of my voice."

You scoff and try to coverit with a cough, but Tucker and Specs both give you looks. You put your gaze forward and close your eyes just as something grabs your chair and pulls it backwards. You let out a startled scream. You're lifted off the ground and feel your throat burn as if someone is choking you, but there is nobody there. You cough, gag, and sputter as Livvy watches in frozen horror, your mom stands with her hands over her mouth.

"Patrick, do something," she calls as she grips Livvy's arm tight. He leaps into action and tries to pull you off the wall. He's thrown across the room into Tucker and they both go down. Specs leaps from his seat and starts to rush toward you, but is thrown back into the China cabinet. The glass shatters and rains down around Spec's limp body. You try to scream, but nothing comes out.

Tucker sits up slowly. Once he's checked back into what's happening, he grabs his camera and springs to his feet, pointing the camera around the room.

"I command you to leave this family alone!"

You fall to the floor and take in a big gulp of air. Elise and her entire chair are tipped backwards and an invisible force starts to choke her. You mother and sister scream in terror and run to the corner and huddle together. Your dad sits up and watches, beary eyes and confused. You realize the danger Elise is in, so you run to the kitchen for salt and then the living room for an iron fire poking stick.

Hoping for the best, you swing the stick above Elise and she takes in a breath. You make a big circle out of the salt.

"Everyone in the ring! Don't mess it up!" You shout. Everyone does as they're told, except for Specs, who is still out.

"Steven! Steven, please, wake up!" Elise pleads. Specs' limp, bloody, body is dragged across the floor, up the wall, and is pinned to the ceiling. You all start shouting for him to wake up. He does and immediately starts to panic. He's thrown against the far wall and falls to the floor.

With every ounce of courage you have, you jump the salt line and swing the poking stick wildly as you run to Specs. You try to help him up, but you can't swing and lift at the same time. Luckily, Tucker followed you and lifts his friend up and over his shoulder. The three of you make your way back to the circle where Tucker sets Specs down. The China cabinet shakes and the broken glass rattles.

"Leave them alone!" Elise yells. A chair raises behind Elise. It charged forward and you shove her out of the way just in time for it to hit you in the face.

You open your eyes and it's the dining room, but darker. You look around and see misty figures. It's your parents, sister, Elise, and her two assistants.

"(Y/N)!" A voice calls, far in the distance. You stand up and walk through the house. The voice continues to call for you. You climb the stairs and walk to Sebastian's room. You open the door to be met with a lady in a black wedding dress. Her hands reach for your throat, but something shoves her aside. Sebastian stands in her place and grabs your hand. Together, you two run down the stairs and out of the house.

"The garage," you say as the two of you reach the lawn. The lady in black appears in the doorway of the house. Sebastian looks for the spare key and fumbles it into the lock.

"What now?" Sebastian asks as he locks the door behind him.

"Remember when I was a kid and you were in college you showed me how to make a flame thrower?"

"With the aerosol spray can and a lighter? Yeah, but what are you going to do?"

"Burn her," you say with determination as you grab cans of spray paint off a shelf. Sebastian grabs the lighters from a drawer and tosses you one. Sebatian unlocks the door as you hide. As the lady enters, Sebastian sends flames in her direction. She tries to back up, but you step out of your hiding spot and spark up your makeshift flamethrower. She vanishes and you both put out your flames. You look at each other and laugh. Sebastian holds his arms out for a hug, which you gladly accept.

"We miss you, you know?"

"I know. I've been watching. Mom kept talking to me. I heard her, but the lady in black wouldn't let me communicate."

"Well, now you can."

"No, Cesario, I don't think I can."

You smile almost melancholic at the nickname. You read Twelfth Night when you were in your first semester of college and hated it. You can't understand Shakespeare to save your life. You decided to watch it instead and you developed a crush on Johnny Young, the guy that was playing Viola/Cesario in the production. Since then, Sebastian has called you Cesario as a joke. You miss that.

Elise smiles warmly as you come into view, holding Sebastian close to your side. You look down to where your father is holding your head in his lap, your mom is crying into your chest, and your sister is staring at you, fear etched on her delicate features.

"Hello, Sebastian. (Y/N)," Elise greets. Everyone looks to the direction Elise is looking.

"Where are we?" You ask.

"I call it The Further."

"Is it the afterlife?"

"Something like that, I suppose. I know seeing your brother again has been good for you, but you need to get back into your body," Elise says. You nod in understanding as dark figures shift in the shadows. You turn towards Sebastian and grab his hands.

"I love you, Seb. I miss you every single day. Nothing will ever change that. I wish I was there to stop the shooter from getting to you, but you were a hero. All the kids were fine. Physically anyway. Emotionally they're all traumatized," you say, tears cascading down your cheeks. Sebastian chuckles at your last statement and wipes the tears away.

"I'm glad they're relatively okay. I love you, too. Make sure mom, dad, and Liv know I love them as well?" Sebastian asks. You nod and give him one last hug before walking to your body. There's a flash of light that engulfs you.

Your eyes flutter open to see your family hovering over you. You sit up an hug your mom.

"He loves you guys," you say into your mom's shoulder. "He saved me too. He pushed the woman in black away and he taught me how to make a flamethrower."

"You did that when you were little. You burned down my rose bush," your dad says through his tears.

"We used them on the lady in black."

"Makes sense to me," Olivia says hugging you.

"My son," your dad whispers as his arms wrap around you.

A little while later, you walk into th bathroom to find a shirtless Specs picking glass from his back. Ot at last attempting to.

"Need some help?" You ask. The man jumps and turns to you. He sheepishly nods ans his cheeks turn red. You take the tweezers from him and start pulling small glass shards from his back. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah," he says with a laugh, "I've had worse. Actually, no, not really, this is probably the worst."

"Well, a ghost threw you into a China cabinet, so I'm not surprised."

"Still a skeptic?"

"No, but I know not to mess with that stuff."

"Smart cookie, you are. Ow."

"Sorry," you say before chuckling. "I don't think I've ever hears a more pitiful 'ow' in my life."

"I don't see a point in screaming. It won't do any good."

"Could be quite pleasurable. Let me know I'm doing a good job," you joke. Specs turns around to face you.

"Is that an invitation, (Y/N)?" He asks quietly. He moves to your ear and whispers "because I may have to take you up on that."

Your breath catches for a moment before you make Specs turn back around. Your cheeks heat up as you start pulling glass from the taller man's shoulder blade.

"In your dreams."

"I can't wait."

You take the next twenty minutes or so to pull glass from his back. When you're certain you got it all, you leave Specs to clean up. Your mom provided towels and your father and sister ran down to the twenty four hour gas station to get bandages and pain killers. Tuck walks over with an ice pack wrapped in a towel and presses it gently to your head.

"He likes you. He's been talking about you since we met last week. He wanted to ask you on a date, but doesn't know how to ask. Or when to ask. Obviously, he couldn't during all of this mess," Tucker gestures vaguely around at the mess of shatter glass, a splintered chair, and blood.

"Well, he was right in that aspect," you say.

"You should've heard him the day we met," He says before pitching his voice up to mimic his friend. "Tuck, did you see (Y/N)? Do you think they'd say yes if I asked them out? They had th prettiest eyes I've-"

Tucker is cut off by the bathroom door opening and Specs walking out. Shock, hurt, and embarrassment on his. He opens his mouth to say something before shoving past you and Tucker.

"I think you messed up, there, buddy," you say as Tucker just nods and walks into the bathroom with the towels your mom gave him and his spare clothes.

"He'll get over it," he called as he closed the door. Feeling bad for Specs, you go to look for him and find him on the back porch steps. You grab a blanket from thr back of the couch and walk outside. You wrap the blanket around his shoulders. He flinched from the sudden coverage on his back.

"It's too cold for you to be out here shirtless and with wet hair."

"So?"

"So? So, you'll get sick and miss our date."

He turns his head so fast he almost gives himself whiplash. You give him a soft smile and he smiles back. His face turns serious as he looks back across the yard at the old swing and play fort. He stands and hold out his hand. You take it and you both walk across the yard. Specs climbs into the fort and turns back to you with a goofy smile. You follow him up and you both sit facing the house where you see your mom and Elise talking.

"How did your brother die?"

"Some kid decided that if he couldn't have his ex girlfriend, nobody could. She was in Sebastian's class and one of the other teachers warned him and told him who it was. His class hid the girl behind a bookshelf and when the kid tried to come in and found the door locked, he shot through the doorknob and walked in. Seb stood up for the class. He blocked the kid from them. The kid kept threatening him, but Seb held his ground. The police came in at about that time and it scared the kid and he pulled the trigger. He claimed it was an accident. He went in with thr intention to kill someone. There was no accident. Seb was rushed to the hospital and died three days later. He was a hero. At graduation that year, all the students gave my mom a single red rose. The ones in his class that day gave my mom these folders full of letters written from themselves, their friends, and their families. They gave us some good memories to look back on and kind words of support and encouragement. It was sweet."

Specs' thumb wipes a tear from your cheek. He pulls you into his side for a hug, which you gratefully accept and return. The sliding glass door opens.

"Hey, we got stuff for Specs," Livvy's voice carries through the night. Specs let's you go and turns to slide down the slide. You follow him again and you walk to the house. Specs takes a seat backwards in a chair. He winces as your mom takes the blanket off his shoulders, the fibers from the fluffy blanket sticking to the fluid oozing from the wounds.

"You okay?" You ask, concerned. Specs nods and rests his forehead on the back of the chair. Livvy pulls you to the side to start cleaning up. Tucker and your dad pick up thr cabinet as you sweep the glass and Livvy picks up the broken chair.

"Can't belive (Y/N) broke this with their head," Livvy laughs.

"Yeah, and they've got a pretty good bruise to show for it," your dad replies.

"It's not that bad is it?" You ask as you sweep the glass into the dustpan.

"Well, it's not great," Livvy says. You set the broom and dustpan aside and make your way to the bathroom. You're looking at your forehead when the door opens.

"We've got to stop meeting like this," Specs jokes. You smile as you make eye contact in the mirror.

"You alright?"

"Are you? You have a bruise on your head. You should be checked for a concussion," he says. You turn toward him and he grabs both sides of your head. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead.

"I like your shirt," you say, pulling at his Star Wars t-shirt.

"Star Wars fan?"

"Nope. Never seen a single movie."

"Okay, well, that's what we will be doing for our date."

"Watching Star Wars?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

Specs leans closer to you and you loom up at him. Your eyes flutter closed. You can feel his breath fan over your face. A knock sounds at the door, breaking you two apart.

"(Y/N), you in there?" Your mom's voice calls. "I want to look at your head, darling."

"Yeah, mom. I'm in here," you answer. You barely open the door and slip through. Your mom checks you over and you agree to go to the hospital.

You and your dad walk out with Elise, Tucker, and Specs. You manage to pull Specs behind a tree as your dad and Elise talk and Tucker loads the van.

"Give me your phone," you say, holding out your hand. He does so and you put your number in. You two talk a few more minutes.

"Specs, let's go," Tucker yells at the tree. You bid him goodbye and he starts to walk away. You and your father walk to the car. Before Tucker can drive away the side door of the van opens. Specs jogs across the yard to you, spins you around, and crashes his lips into yours. You kiss him back just as he pulls away.

"See you Saturday," he smiles and pecks your lips one more time before running back to the van. You watch the van drive down the street as the sun begins to rise.

"Got yourself a boyfriend, huh, (Y/N)," your dad teases.

"Shut up," you say as you get into the car.

[made-nondescript]

HELLO here is some of my vintage disney parks stuff!!! aka what watching defunctland does to a bitch aka why im so insane about scar’s theme park

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Disneyland Postcard Set - Post 1967

This is my FAVORITE piece I have because the art on the cover is so gorgeous. The lettering is beautiful the castle is especially beautiful and vibrant, the rendering is lovely, the doodles are ADORABLE. Select colorful scenes:

This is one of the photos I used to date. The Peoplemover opened in ��67 so that’s the earliest this could be from. Based on the clothes in other photos I’d guess it’s a few years later than that maybe, just based on the amount of women wearing pants!

And here’s a shot of the original sale section of Pirates of the Caribbean ride! Captioned “Scurvy Buccaneers Ponder the Worth of a 300-Pound damsel.” If I remember right, they’ve changed this section to be ladies chasing their husbands with brooms to update it.

A Visit to Disneyland Book - 1965

Written by Mabel Watts and illustrated by Stan Tusan, this book is just adorable. (I hypothesize the previous item was illustrated by Tusan too, but it’s unmarked so I can’t be sure.) It look’s unassuming on the front of it it’s fully illustrated:

^^^ This is an image I want to reference for Scar Theme Park related art ;D!

LOOK HOW CUTE THIS IS!!

Also look at these kind of freaky old character costumes, especially the dwarves.

Walt Disney’s Pictorial Souvenir Book of Disneyland - 1965

VERY beautiful cover. It’s hard to see but the castle is done in a messy, almost impressionist style. Also sidenote the worst thing anyone has ever done is write dates in roman numerals. Whoever came up with that I’ll kill you again.

Naturally my favorite page spread is the It’s A Small World. Just!!! So pretty and sparkly. It was SO hard to pick which pages to show you guys because every one is really creatively laid out, with nice lettering and illustrations. on every single one!!!

LOOK AT THOSE IMAGE FRAMES

Tommorrowland has some of my favorite parks concept art because they went SO hard on the colors

mickey and minnie abominations

This is one of the most unique illustrated park maps I’ve seen!! You can see the Mule Pack Train (exactly what it sounds like) was still running (1955-73). Other now defunct rides include the Motor Boat Cruise (1957-93) and the Skyway (1956-94).

This is the back! “Disneyland is for People!” is such a weird slogan to me. Who else would it be for??? My favorite image is the smug looking kid enjoying his drink in his Disneyland hat. I want one of those.

Disneyland Summer 1959

This was promotional material for the park! Tragically mine is pretty destroyed :(( Features lots of photos of what the attractions were in the park at the time, including information about upcoming events and guest music performances. They also include information on hotels, pet services, etc. Everything you’d need to know to go to Disneyland in 1959!

Opening spread with a beautiful watercolor painting!! The blurb boasts how Disneyland represents over $5 Million of design expertise. You can see the cover has separated. It’s a few years away from being looseleaf.

THIS!! is what I intend to heavy reference for a map of Scar’s theme park, when it’s finished. Just as complicated as it needs to be, and very nice to look at :]] These are my favorite kinds of park maps because they’re more art than map, but still very functional!

i love you watercolor adverts <3 <3 GORGEOUSLY saturated. i am eating this art.

Here’s the attractions for that year, each with a cute mini illustration. This is most interesting as a study for the use of typeface, personally. AND the colors.

Tea(?) Plates - 1950s-60s

This one’s my favorite! I think I just like pink. Really lovely castle in the style of the cover of the postcard set, too. Marked made in Japan.

This one is special in that I can’t for the LIFE of me find it online ANYWHERE. It’s probably 1950s given that it’s marked made in Japan, but other than that, I can’t find it! There are ones similar, but none quite right. Potentially one of the rarest things I have.

This one’s more 60′s than the others and mine appears to be in better condition than others! Still very vibrant. One of the weirdest color palettes I’ve seen on park merch.

hi if you read this far i love you thank you. post sponsored by the increased photo limits

[turtleskane]

50 Questions You’ve Never Been Asked Before

i was tagged by @billycipher! Thank you 💛

What is the color of your hairbrush? to be honest i don’t own a hairbrush A food you never eat? enchiladas. i’ve never had a good experience with them Are you typically too warm or too cold? too cold What were you doing 45 minutes ago? finishing an essay that is due tonight What is your favorite candy bar? kitkats will forever have my heart but twix are a close second Have you ever been to a professional sports event? so many baseball games. my uncle used to be a pitcher in the minor leagues What is the last thing you said out loud? no idea? ive been writing the essay for way too long What is your favorite ice cream? honey cinnamon from my local ice cream shop. i miss it so much What was the last thing you had to drink? water. im gonna make myself a moscow mule soon though Do you like your wallet? i have nothing against it but its 6 years old What was the last thing you ate? some bomb ass pizza. my parents and i make it on the grill and fuck its good Did you buy any new clothes last weekend? i don’t even know the last time i bought clothes The last sporting event you watched? i think my 13 year old cousins basketball game like 4 months ago? maybe What is your favorite flavor of popcorn? just salt and butter Who was the last person you sent a text message to? it was to the groupchat i have with my friends and i was complaining about the essay Ever go camping? all the time! i can’t wait to go this summer if things open up again Do you take vitamins? nope Do you go to church every Sunday? nahhhhhhhh Do you have a tan? never been able to tan, never will be able to Do you prefer Chinese food or pizza? pizza. did you not read about my parents bomb ass pizza?? Do you drink your soda with a straw? well i don’t like soda and i don’t like straws so this question doesn’t make sense What color socks do you usually wear? black Do you ever drive above the speed limit? rarely What terrifies you? being in an authoritative/powerful position Look to your left, what do you see? im watching old concert videos of harry styles on my phone-my nights going great What chore do you hate? dusting. and its a good thing my apartment is super dusty What do you think of when you hear an Australian accent? i dont think i understand this question. maybe like wow?? idk What’s your favorite soda? as ive stated before i dont like soda Do you go in a fast food place or just hit the drive thru? drive thru 1000% Favorite cut of beef? like i have any idea of one single cut lol Who’s the last person you talked to? in person my mom, on the phone my roommate Last song you listened to? eternal summer by the strokes  Last book you read? daisy jones and the six by taylor jenkins reid - i fucking love this book Favorite day of the week? if we’re talking productivity monday. i get so much done for some reason. if we’re talking laziness saturday Can you say the alphabet backwards? yes, i learned a song when i was in 3rd grade and i also worked in a library for 2 years How do you like your coffee? black if its a good cup of coffee. if its the shit my parents have then i need some  cream to mask the taste Favorite pair of shoes? ones that fit. i have really weird feet so its hard to find ones that fit my feet At what time do you normally go to bed? between 9:30 and 10:30 At what time do you normally get up? anytime before 6:30 What do you prefer sunrise or sunsets? sunsets are prettier where i live, but im a sucker for waking up to the sunrise How many blankets are on your bed? only my comforter Describe your kitchen plates? white with little dots around the edge Do you have a favorite alcoholic beverage? if i wanna get drunk tequila, if im just hanging out moscow mule or the butte water from the trashy bar in my town. sounds nasty but its actually pretty good Do you play cards? so many games. i love a good game What color is your car? green. an ugly green Can you change a tire? yep. when you live in the middle of nowhere, you learn early What is your favorite state/providence? i love montana so much i dont think i could even say another state Favorite job you’ve ever had? ugh my barista job on campus is soo good. i miss working so much How did you get your biggest scar? in 5th grade i broke by arm and the doctor gave me a waterproof cast (im pretty sure they took these off the market because of me). it rubbed on my forearm so bad that it caused me to get a big cut. I then went into a pool because i didnt realize my arm was cut. anyways, weeks later i could finally get the cast off. when they took it off, they found i had a really bad infection. i had to wear a brace for an extra 6 weeks because of it and now i have a 4 inch scar running up my forearm. also my body likes to form really nasty scars. for example, a cut that might not scar on somebody else would be a huge scar on me. What did you do today that made someone else happy? i called my roommate to say that im going to be coming back to my apartment after 4 weeks of being at my parents house

i nominate @aninterestingsynonym and anybody else who wants to do it!

[littlebitoffanfic]

Trust

Fandom: Star Trek Characters: Bones, Scotty Relationship: Bones/reader Request: I love your fics so much!! If you're still taking requests, I'd love to see a McCoy/ reader fic where reader gets a minor injury but is afraid of doctors and doesn't want to go to the med bay. Thanks so much, have a good day!! Can't wait to see what you write next! :) You were new aboard the Enterprise, and it had been a good first few months for you. But as your talents across several sectors were shown, you were moved into try to fix one of the broken ships that had been damaged in battle. Unfortunately, another newbie hadn’t secured the loose section of panel and, while you were fixing some of the wiring, it fell right on top of you. Scotty rushed over, helping you out with the aid of several others before demanding you go to the medical bay. For some reason, you felt more fear about going there than you did when you realised that panel was going to fall on you. You had a deep fear of doctors and hospitals. You managed to stop Scotty from escorting you there himself when you said if you had had a broken bone, you would know it. No, you were just a little bruised, that was all. With reluctance, he had dropped his demands and given you a week off to heal properly. he noticed you walked with a limp and decided that you were stubborn as a mule but he needed to do something. -------time skip ------------- You sat in the canteen, your meal barely touched as you sat totally engulfed in the book you were reading. It was a little busier than normal, but you didn’t mind because you were able to drown out the voices as white noise. Until you saw someone approach you out of the corner of your eye. You glanced up to see a new face. A man, with dark hair and a strong jaw line. His features seemed set in a mild annoyance but he was certainly handsome to look at. “Do you mind?” He nodded to the free seat at your table. He was carrying a tray with a cup on it along with a sandwich. He was probably on his break. But he wasn’t wearing a uniform, which means he wasn’t on a break. Maybe he had not long finished a shift and decided to change. It wasn’t uncommon for staff to change into normal clothes to eat after long shifts. “No, go ahead.” You respond with a smile. “Are you new?” he asks as he sat down, taking the cup of coffee and plate off his tray to slip the tray down the side. The table was rather small and it would have taken up a good chunk. “Yes, Ive been here about 2 months now.” You nod, your attention distracted from your book to the gentleman sitting at your table. “I suppose that relatively new on this ship.” He looks to his right before taking a sip of his coffee. You let out a small chuckle before reaching for your empty cup. “Are you going to be here a bit? Could you watch my things while I grab a drink?” You shake the cup slightly and the man nods. Getting to your feet, you go over to the coffee machine and make yourself another drink. There was something a little intriguing about the man who had just sat beside you. You were more sure than not that if this hadn’t been a work environment, you might have allowed yourself to admit you were attracted to him. But you chocked back the feelings and returned to the table. “You’re limping.” He stated in a rather harsh voice that made you raise an eyebrow at him. “Slightly, yes.” You sip on your drink, a little taken aback by his words. “Have you seen the med bay about it?” He places his coffee down, his full attention on you. “Well, no.” You drop your gaze, unsure why he seemed to care so much. “Why? If you’re injured, isn’t that what they are there for?” He raises an eyebrow at you, seeming to question if you knew what a med bay was. “I know. I just, umm. Im not the biggest fan of doctors.” You admit, a little sheepishly as your cheeks flared up red. You didn’t know why you were offering an explanation to this stranger when you didn’t even offer it to Scotty, you had known for longer. “they aren’t a band, you don’t have to buy a ticket.” He frowns, apparently unsure of your meaning. But his response made you laugh. “No, no, no.” You giggle, batting your hand at him as you managed to calm yourself down a little more to put it into words. “I don’t like them. I never have. Hospitals, nurses, needles, they all make me really uncomfortable.” “Oh.” Was all he said as he sat back, his attention turning to his coffee. “Besides, im not badly hurt. Just a little bruised. Nothings bleeding or broken.” You defended yourself as you took another drink. For a moment, the two of you sat in a uncomfortable silence, broken by the sipping of liquid before the man spoke. “I got hurt a few missions ago. Got a nasty bruise on my back. I still have some of the healing cream in my quarters.” He spoke carefully, not looking at you but seeming more interested in the coffee at the bottom of his cup. “Healing cream?” You asked, a little unsure. “Yes, its meant to help with any swelling and calming bruising. I had a few tubes of it and I only used one. Ive got 2 unopened. They’re yours if you want them.” He looked at you, and you saw something in his eyes. He seemed to generally care and be concerned about you. “Well, that would be nice.” You nod. It would be good if you could get the bruising down quicker. The two of you finished your drinks and you closed over your book before realising you didn’t know his name, nor did he know yours. “Im [y/n], by the way.” You extend your hand to him as you two walked out of the food hall. “Leonard McCoy.” He shook your hand. ------- time skip ----------- “It will get infected.” Leonard chastised you as he looked at your palm which was slip open. “Im sure it’ll be fine.” You pulled your hand back, wishing you had never shown him your latest injury. After meeting in that café, you and Bones had grown rather close. It had only been a month, but you saw him nearly every day after your shift. “You need to go to the medical bay. You need stitches.” He stood up, forgetting about his own dinner. “No, ive told you a thousand times.” You turned back to your meal, eating it with your good hand. “Why not?” Bones collapsed back into his chair, thankful the hall was nearly deserted so no one could see him freaking out. “Because I don’t trust them.” You couldn’t hid the anger in your voice. you were annoyed at how he kept pushing you and pushing you. But there was a short pause as Bones stared at you. “Do you trust me?” he asked, his voice softer than before. It was no longer commanding you, but more becoming. You looked over to him, confused by his question. But you knew the answer nonetheless. “Yes.” You nodded slightly. Bones stood up and took your good hand. Without a word, he guided you through the halls towards the medical bay. You had never been there before and you fought your instinct to run in the opposite direction. Mainly because you were intrigued by Bones. Why had he asked you such a question? What relevance did it have to the slice in your palm. You were so preoccupied with the question, you didn’t realise you had passed through the first set of door into the medical bay. There were beds on both sides of you with sheet screens that some had pulled around. One bed had blood on it that the nurse was stripping. You froze as your eyes fell on some medical equipment. But Bones moved his hand to your back and stared you guide you through the area into the back office at a gentle pace. Inside was part office, part examination room. It reminded you of a doctors room from back on earth. On the wall was a few plaque and medical certificates as well as a book shelf with medical books. Bones motioned for you to sit on the examination bed in the corner, which you did without objection. Bones then came over to you with a small tray of medical things including antibacterial wipes, creams, a needle, the stitches and needle and a few other things you couldn’t recognise and he placed the tray beside you. he took your bad hand and turned it over so your palm was facing the ceiling. He then used a wipe to dap away some of the dried blood before picking up the needle. You went to yank your hand away from him but he looked up at you. “You have to trust me. I wont hurt you.” He said, his eyes pleading for you to believe him. And you did. You nodded and closed your eyes tight and gritting your teeth. You felt the small prick of the needle entering your palm in 3 places around the wound but never actually inside it. Once it was done, you felt your hand start to feel strange. “What…” you trailed off as you tried to move your fingers but they felt weird. “It’s numbing your hand. You wont feel a thing when I do the stitches.” Bones clarified for you as he pulled a office chair over so he could sit down. Your eyes moved across the room until they fell on the medical degree. “You, youre the head of the medical bay, aren’t you? you’re a doctor?” You breath, your eyes skimming the name on the degree again and again. “yes.” Was all Bones said to you as he rearranged the tray is if he was feeling awkward. “Why didn’t you ever say anything?” You ask, feeling a little hurt. He must have purposefully have kept that information from you. “You never asked.” Bones replied a little too quickly. He reached to take your now numb hand but you pulled it back. “Earlier you asked if I trusted you. and I said yes. How do I know I can trust you now?” you felt the fear running through your body. Bones looked at you before signing and leaning back in his chair. “I wanted to say something sooner. But Scotty said you would be terrified of me. So I didn’t.” He explained, but didn’t answer your question. “What does Scotty have to do with this?” You ask, more confused now than ever. “He asked me to try and discreetly make sure you weren’t in too much pain or danger.” Bones said. “Oh, so the only reason you’ve been spending time with me is because of Scotty?” You ask, shocked as you blinked back tears. You had really grown to care for Bones, and the thought that it was all a ruse made your heart break in two. “When I sat with you first, yes. But ever since then? No, its because I enjoy your company. And the longer I left it, the harder it got to tell you.” He shakes his head, frowning to himself as he silently cursed Scotty. “Why?” You asked again. “I don’t want you to be scared of me or ruin the connection we have.” He paused before looking up at you, his eyes betraying him and showing how scared and anxious he was. His answer made you stop. It was true. The two of you got along like a house on fire. You could speak for hours at a time and never run out of subjects. You had heard a little about the head of the medical sector being grumpy and he didn’t like to socialise very often. So you had never made the connection between him and Bones. Maybe you should have paid more attention. Signing, you held out your hand to Bones. “I trust you.” You whisper, wiping away your tears on the back of your sleeve. “Thank you.” Bones nodded, taking your injured hand in his own as he set to work, stitching. You looked away the entire time, but before you knew it, he was done. He wrapped your hand in a bandage. “Ill need to change this in a few days and look at the stitches. But I can come to your quarters if you don’t want to come back here.” He looks up at you. “hmm, I think you should come to my quarters. But only because im lazy and you betrayed me.” You joked, laughing a little as you turned your now bandaged hand over and admired how well he had done. “I am sorry.” Bones said, the genuine apology portrayed by his cracked voice. “I know.” You nod, more to yourself than to him. You jump off the bed and stand up. Bones immediately get up from his chair, making sure you weren’t going to faint or stumble. It made you giggle. you wrapped your arms around his neck and hugged him before he could protest. “Thank you.” You whispered in his ear as you closed your eyes. Bone’s arms wrapped around your waist and he returned the hug, holding you close. “anything you need, I’ll always help you.” He whispers back. In that moment, you forgave the small white lies he had said, or at least that he hadn’t said he was a doctor. “Besides, it might be beneficial for me to have my own personal doctor. Im always in the wars.” You giggle, pulling back to see him smiling down at you. “so I’ve seen.” He chuckles as he starts to guide you out of his office again. “Where are we going?” You ask, sticking closer to him and avoiding looking around the medical bay. “to get something to eat.” Bones replied. “Ah yes, since you dragged me away from my meal.” You shot him a dirty look which you couldn’t keep for long without laughing. Bones once again chuckled at you. but he was also glad he still had your trust.

[thoughtsoftheantagonist]

A Song for You

I know it has been a long time since I updated but with the passing of my mother march 20th my world was rocked to the core and things needed my undivided attention but now im working and things are as steady as their going to get. now I work six days a week so posting will be hard but I love this story and I intend to finish it.

here is chapter nineteen of a song for you I hope you like it!

Masterlist is right here for you all to catch up. 

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Joy POV

The night before had been perfect, dinner with her man and her dog. She should have known it would come at a cost like everything else, Jax had called her and Juan to his house bright and early. Saying something went down, she had no idea how fucked today would be until he told her what happened with Otto and Tara. She sees a blur barreling towards her legs and kneels down as Able makes his way over to her from his movie he had been watching, she didn't like how he was so close to talk of his mom's possible Jail time, so she turns off the TV and bring him into his room, setting him down by his toys she gives him a soft smile. “Can you do me a favor conejito?” the little boy nods and looks up at her from the Legos in his hands “Promise me you won't come out no matter what you hear out there? Can you do that for me? Be a big boy and do as I say?” she wasn't a fool, able was quiet, not stupid, he knew something was wrong so she didn't talk dumb to him. She rubs his back with her hand, waiting for him to think it over before he nods. She smiles and holds his small face between her hands, kissing his forehead she stands and heads for the door, closing in behind her she leans against it for a moment. Seeing movement out of the corner of her eye she sees her husband waving her back to the kitchen.

Gathering her wits she sighs and walks to the kitchen, standing behind Tara she puts her hands on the woman's shoulder in comfort as Tara continues speaking to Lowen, the clubs go-to lawyer,  across from her. “It was chaos. They just took a statement and told me they'd be in touch. They're gonna figure it out.” Lowen nods taking in everything Tara says before replying “We can maintain that not updating your insurance was an oversight” Lowens face pinched as she added, “but that request form you forged to see Otto, that could come back to bite us.” Joy couldn't help but grind her teeth as Jax shouts “Oh, come on, she was concerned about a friend.” Joy glares as Jax as she hisses through her teeth “And an overeager prosecutor could sell that shit as she conspired to meet with him, then brought the cross with knowledge of what he'd do with it, Jax. So shut the fuck up and listen.” Lowen waves her hand towards Joy in agreement, Jax flashes his teeth at her “She isn't wrong Jax. I'll start digging in. See how much heat it has.” she combs a calming hand down the back of Tara's head as Lowne locks eyes with her “Uh, you clear on your story?” Tara sighs, her hands coming up your scrub at her face, a trait she picked up from her husband “ My husband did time. Medical care was awful. I wanted to make a difference.” She and Tara both glances at the Hallway as Tommy's wails sound off, she lets Tara up, knowing she needs a minute to herself. She sees Jax grab Tara's arm, but the woman barely looks at him as she marches out of the kitchen to her son. She would talk to Tara later, right now she would focus on making sure she stayed out of jail.

She leans heavy on Taras chair as Jax turns his narrowed gaze to Lowen as she packs up her briefcase, her movements jerky, it was obvious the club wasn't the only one upset about this. “Otto killing that nurse, that will make RICO go away?” the woman turns to Jax, sighing she nods “Yes. Felony charges after the deal would destroy his reliability. But this could unravel for Tara, Jax.” the crack in the woman's voice didn't go unnoticed “She could do serious time for this.” everyone jumps as Jax's voice crashes through the quiet space “Then make sure that doesn't happen!” she pushes herself off the chair she is leaning on to snarl “Get your shit together you brain dead fuck. Yelling and throwing a fucking bitch fit at the people trying to help isn't gonna do shit all besides scare your kid and make you look like a horses ass..” the older woman stands and glares down at the blonde man currently trying to glare holes through her. “I manipulate the law. I don't write it. I'll call you when I know something.” the air in the kitchen is so tense, she wants to jump clear across this table and beat the shit out of her president, but her husband's hands on her back keep her blood pressure down just enough to where she can somewhat contain her more homicidal tendencies.

Her eyes glance at Bobby to the side as she tries to control her breathing. “Club's gonna find out what Otto did. We got to tell them the truth, man.” she nods, the club deserved to know from the jump but Romeo had her and Jax by the short and curlies when it all started. “The CIA knowledge still puts us all at risk, Bobby. We got to get clear of the cartel first. Then they can hear all of it.” She pushes off the chair and runs a hand through her hair “Otto killing that nurse also kills Romeo's leverage. He ain't gonna take that sitting down quietly.” Jax's narrowed eyes glance at her and nods “ Then call Alvarez and Tyler. You, Chibs and Juice Lockdown the muling and the distribution deal.” She nods as Jax turns his focus to Bobby “You call Lin. Set up the meet. If he can't deliver, all of this goes south, and we are stuck being Romeo's coke whore! All right?” she sneers at her president's turn back as he stomps out of the house, slamming the door behind him. She leans her head back into her husband's chest as he wraps a strong arm around her middle “I get he is upset, fuck we all around are but you would think he was the one with a vag and not me.” the guys release a reluctant chuckle, she turns her head to press a kiss to Juan's jaw before reluctantly stepping out of the warmth of his arms “I'm gonna check on Tara and Able, Chibs and Bobby you both go ahead and call Alvarez and Tyler. I'll be back in a minute.” they nod and head outside, her husband presses a quick kiss to her cheek before moving to the living room to turn the TV on.

She decides to start easy, Able first. Walking to his room she smiles when she opens it and sees him focused on his Lego tower. Sitting behind him she combs a hand over his soft blond hair before pressing her lips to the crown of his head. “Thank you for being my good boy. You can head back to your movie now if you want. Uncle Juice is there to watch with you.” he turns and smiles at her and kisses her cheek as he runs past her to the living room, his excited shout of “Uncle Juicy” makes her melt a little as Juan's laughter mixed with ables floats down the hall. She shakes herself and heads to Tommy's room, seeing Tara sitting across from the now napping baby she walks over to the woman and sits next to her. She and Tara weren't as close as she was with the others. But it didn't stop her from caring for the woman, she lets the woman wrap her arms around her waist and lays back on the daybed, the taller woman curled around her as she muffled her sobs into joys hair as not to wake the baby. She combs a hand through Tara's dark hair, not saying a word, sometimes there was no better comfort then letting it all out. Tara was alot like her, steel and grit. But even though they were women of iron will they needed a moment, just a moment to bend and submit to the pressure before wiping their eyes and rebuilding. Pressing a kiss to Tara's forehead she sighs and gets herself comfortable, she wasn't moving until Tara got it all out.

Hour later

After a while Tara pulled herself from joy's hair and wiped her eyes, Joy could see she was embarrassed for falling apart but all she did was smile and let Tara be. She would talk when she was ready, she walked into the living room to see Juan and Able watching the bright and loud Disney movie with the fascination of children. She didn't know what was sweeter, her husband grinning at the movie like a child or the actual child snuggled against his side. She hated to break them apart but they had a job to do, with a parting forehead kiss and a hug to Able they both headed back to the shop. Chibs and Bobby had already left and made their calls, telling Juan to meet up once I was done with Tara. Pulling up to the shop she yanks her helmet off and shakes her hair out and combs a hand through it as Juan moves to stand at her side as she stands. She looks up at her husband, giving him a small grin as he leans down to press a quick kiss to her lips, she swipes at his bottom lip with her thumb to get the small amount of lipstick off his lip before heading towards Bobby, Jax, and Bobby as they head towards them. Meeting them halfway she hears Chibs as he talks “I spoke with Alvarez and Tyler while lass here checked on Able and Tara. They're all in. Percentages are set.” turning she and Juan move to walk with them, she glares sideways at Jax as he wraps an arm around her shoulder. She swats at her husband's stomach as he chuckles, Jax plants a firm kiss to the side of her head. “You love me.” She snorts, not shaking off his arm as she stares forward. “It seems I have poor taste.” She smirks at the loud exclamation from her husband as he yanks her from under Jax's arm to wrap himself around her from behind. She relaxes into him as she looks towards Bobby “Anything on Lin Bobby?” the bearded man shakes his head, swinging a leg over his bike. “Nothing yet.” She and Jax sigh, that wasn't good. Locking eyes they nod might have to check in on this one personally. Her husband releases her once they get to their own bikes, swinging her leg over she slides her sunglasses on as she tries to keep calm, they would figure this out. They had too.

Time Jump

She grins at the full house Diosa has pulled in on the opening day. She lets Jessica, one of the host girls pull her into a one-armed hug, smirking when she sees the lust blown look in Juan's eyes as he watches her hand slide over the other woman's ass as she pulls away. She loved playing with her husband, she lets him pull her tight into his side as he leans down to nip at her bottom lip. She pouts as he pulls away, it seems she wasn't the only one who could play. He rubs his hand over her ass as they walk move into the room, she would get his ass later, pussy teasing fucker. Her pout is quickly gone when she sees her father stand a little straighter as his eyes catch something in the distance, she follows his gaze to see Lyla coming towards them, well being rolled towards them she should say. She pulls away from her husband's roaming hands as she and the rest of the guys move towards the wheelchair-bound woman, she chuckles as she finally catches sight of the costume she is wearing, Lyla winks at her and runs a hand over the thigh garter covering the wound in her thigh. Clever idea, the naughty nurse and the sick patient. Leaning down she presses a kiss to Lyla's cheek as Jax's pulls away. “Hello beautiful, being treated well?” she grins and nods, her hand coming to hold Joys as Jax asks “You seen Nero?” Lyla nods, using her other hand to swipe her blonde bangs from her eyes “He is outback. His old crew showed up. It got tense. Safe to say he wasn't happy.” Joy sighs, leaning down she kisses Lyla's hand and moves past her. The boys calling her name as they follow behind, they could catch up. Pushing open the back door she sees about seven men, three standing before Nero and the rest along with the two cars.

“What's good Nero?” the older man along with the men across from him turn to stare at her, the men she didn't know opened their mouths but thought better when the rest of her crew comes through the door, her husband and father hot on her heels. “Nothing just breaking down a little pleito here.” she nods, standing on Nero’s side she eyes the men before her. The one who seemed to be running shit now spoke to her and Jax as the blonde man moved on her side “That's right. Since our OG left Stockton, we had a little problem holding down our borders.” She snorts, she sees what this is already. They aren't strong enough to hold down their borders without Papa holding their hands she tilts her head, her eyes glancing at the shorter man on her right, she thinks she saw him once before “Street sees your pussy leave, they think the rest of the game is up for grabs, holmes.” She feels a headache coming on, they sound like fucking children, busting in on an opening day and demanding Nero’s help. The older man next to her shouts “I got shut down, fool! Me setting up out here, that still brings the feria in your pocket”

“We need more than money, ese.” She narrows her eyes, from what she knew of Nero’s crew they were small-time, the fuck did they need hardware for? Jax's rests his elbow on her shoulder as she crosses her arms over her chest his voice lax as it may seem, sounded suspicious to her well-trained ears. “So what do you want?” it takes everything in her not to jerk when Nero practically shouts in her eat “Guns! I told them that's not what this is.” she nods, her eyes quickly zeroing in on the apparently leader of this three-ringed circus as he mocks Nero “I don't give a shit what this is. We got Dante's crew stepping on our book. Triple Two shaking up our protection. We need AK's and Glocks to hold down our streets.” she arches a brow, working with Nero she knew for a damned fact that Nero’s boy weren't a huge name a few block radius was what they stomped but seemed this shit head had other ideas. She rolls her eyes as the two other idiots chime in as back up “We're gonna go broke, maybe homeless. Might have to move in here.” she can't help but snort as the one closest to the leader grins “Yeah. Me and my 37 kids, yo.”

She straightens up as the leader moves closer to Nero, once he is close enough he grins, his gold-capped tooth catching the light as he speaks “And you know how expensive kids are, ese. Even the ones without crutches.” She doesn't know how she ended up on top of the leader, straddling his chest her hands wrapped around his neck as the other fight around her but the sound of a gunshot stops everyone. Panting she sits up and looks at Bobby. “Enough! Hey! This is the way we get the town to embrace our legitimate business?”  she hates how right he is, looking down at the man under her she hates how he is grinning up at her, his eyes jumping from her chest to where she sits on his chest. She pulls back and cracks him one more time across the jaw, standing she makes her way to her husband. Letting him bend and rotate her fingers and wrists to make sure she didn't damage anything She felt hands on her shoulders, turning her head she sees Nero, he gives her a nod of thanks and she grins before turning to face her president “Sorry Jax, just don't like when people involve kids.” the blonde man nods, his hand coming up to hold the side of her head in his palm yanking her head close so he would kiss the side of her head before turning to Nero. “Why don't you just let me sell them the hardware. Just a one-time thing.”

She grabs her husband's hands as he finishes checking her for injuries. Bringing his hands to her face she kisses his knuckles and turns to Jax and Nero as the taller man's voice rises slightly. “ We ain't that crew, Jax. We ain't never been that crew. We run ten square blocks north and sure. This Renaldo, he's pushing to blow up, make a name.” She honestly suspected as much herself, she can't help but chuckle when Nero turns to face his old crew “Vato's been seeing too many movies, que no?” Bobby rests a hand on her shoulder as he leans in with a grin “Come on. Sounds like you're the guy kept them smart.” she nods, “Jax, I'm pretty sure we have some old KG-9s at the warehouse.” she watches Jax go through his mental list of storage units and he nods absently as she continues “Why don't you let us give them those, a few Glocks. Ya know to make their dicks feel bigger for once in their lives, keep this from happening again.” Nero chuckles and nods, patting her arm. Bobby moves to her side “Sale can't happen here.”  she tilts her head back to think, but Nero is working faster than her it seems “There's an access road above the river basin near Diller Canyon. If you know it say meet in an hour?” Jax nods and bumps fists with the older man “Yeah, I know it. And an hour is fine. I'll bring eight pieces, the street tag should be five grand. I'll give it to them for four.” Nero nods and turns to his old crew, she heads for the stairs with the others. Glancing over her shoulder she locks eyes with that Renaldo guy, she didn't like the glint in his eyes. Little shit would get his dumb ass killed if he wasn't careful, and by her if pulled any stunts at that meeting.

Hour later

Leaning against the old station wagon next to Tiggy as she chuckles as he finishes a horrible story about a time a coked-out dog took a chunk out of his ass. Her husband leaning his forehead on her shoulder as he tries to catch his breath. Bringing her hand up she brushes her fingers along the side of his tattooed scalp, but tenses at the sight of a car coming in from the side road. Hearing her father's curse she turns to head to see another car as well, that little son of a bitch was out of his mind to pull some shit like this. She curls her lip as Chibs watches the cars get closer "Oh, man. That's definitely not good." She rests her hand on her Glock on her thigh she smirks as Jax signs"That's ten too many shits head." She corrects him "Stupid vato shitheads Boss."  Tig puts a hand on her shoulder, gently yanking her as he moves to get into the car, her husband is already yanking open the door "As happy as I am to see you two working together again. We should, uh, probably go, yeah?"

She nods and ducks into the car, quickly climbing into the back she starts tossing AK's over her shoulder for the guys to grab, she vaguely hears the shit head from earlier yell "Where you going, Chola bitch!? We just want our guns!" She chuckles and glares out the back at him as she grabs her Glocks from their holsters and mumbles "Oh I got guns for you dick head. And one pissed off Chola!" She jerks as Jax takes off, ducking quickly when she hears gunfire. Glass from the back window raining down on her head and she hisses as she feels a cut on her cheek and temple. Sitting up she fires out the now busted back window, her father crawling in beside her and they take out a few of Renaldo's boys together before her father jerks back with a shout of pain, she keeps up the gunfire with one hand as she reaches back to yank him back by his shirt. She yells out in rage as she sees the blood pouring from a wound on his head she yanks an AK from the back and leans her upper body out the back of the car, not caring as the glass still there cuts through her shirt and slices her skin. Hearing her husband yell her name she feels his strong hands grip her hips in a bruising grip so she doesn't fall as she lights up those assholes who dare make another Lowman bleed.

She yelps as she is yanked back into the car by her husband, she turns to curse him out but releases a scream when the car starts to go downhill, her body slams into the roof of the car, pain washing rushing over her neck and shoulders as the car starts to roll, only sounds of broken glass and her brothers grunts and shouts of pain fill her ears. Once it stops she groans as Jax releases a shout of victory, calling out to them. "Anyone dead?" She raises her hand up to flip him off, letting her husband pull her up and over the seats to get a better look at her as Jax finally gets a look at her father's head wound. "Hap you hit!?" She glances back at her father, seeing him touch his head. A grim and twisted smile takes over his blood-stained face and she can't help but smile back as he replies  "Ripped through. I am rapturous." She roars along with her brothers, father and Husband as the relief and thrill of it all kicks in, Snatching her husband around the back of his neck she yanks him into a kiss, laughing against his hungry lips as the car starts back up and they are jerked left and right. Fuck she loved her boys and this fucked up life they lead sometimes.

Once they return to the clubhouse the thrill dies and the aches start to kick in, her husband has her laid out on the bar as he sets to cleaning off the nicks on her face and the deeper cuts on her stomach. Looking over she sees her father looking pretty miserable as Chibs works on his head, Gimme handing him meds and a few much-needed shots of one hundred proof anything. She smiles softly as her husband presses a kiss to her stomach next to the bandage he just finished taping down. She sits up and looks down at it "Not bad handsome. Chibs would be proud." The Scot across the way scuffs and but nods his head, she swings her legs to sit herself up on the bar as Nero walks over to where she, Juan, Tiggy, and Jax sat. Smoke billows from Jax's mouth as he passes the blunt her way, his somewhat glazed eyes on Nero "Clearly these assholes ain't real happy about you and Diosa moving north."  Nero shifts from foot to foot, his expression one of frustration "Well, I ain't running them anymore, man." She inhales deeply, holding in the smoke as she passes the blunt to Tiggy when her husband shakes his head in the negative for it. Her eyes glancing Chibs way as he replies to Nero, his eyes locking on the Spanish male over his glasses "Oh, maybe they don't know that you're retired, ese."

She blows her hit out and licks her dry lips as Nero's voice takes on a sharp edge "They're gonna know something real soon, I tell you that." She sighs and hops down from the bar, leaning back against it ok her elbows as she throws in her two cents " One thing I don't want is these half-witted and utterly braindead cholos starting a war right outside Charming. I don't mind killing them but I doubt we wanna release me on them." She smirks as Tiggy chuckles and passes the blunt past her to Jax as Nero nods "I hear you." She grins at Bobby as she walks over to Jax, leaning over towards the two she hears him say "Finally got ahold of Lin. He'll meet us at the Dynasty. Now." Shaking off the sluggish feeling in her head she pushes herself up from her leaning pose on the bar, turning she grabs her Glocks from her husband who has loaded them up for when after she emptied them into a few of Nero's crew earlier. Accepting his kiss she puts her hand on his cheek, grinning when he leans into the touch as Jax speaks to Nero behind her back " Hey, I got to handle this. It's not gonna take long. I'll meet you back at Diosa, all right? We'll figure out what to do about your crew." She pats Nero on the shoulder as she passes him with Bobby and Jax she hears Clay's voice as they pass him "Jax give me a minute?" She scuffs and keeps walking along with Jax as he coldly replies "No." She is forced to stop as Jax comes to a halt in front of her when Clay's voice takes a sharp edge "You really should. It's important, son." She lets Jax walk back past her, her hands itching to turn with him and put a bullet between Clay's eyes. She continues her trek outside, images of Clay's lifeless body hitting the ground. She would get her chance, she just needed to be patient.

Lins Restaurant

"When did all this take shape?" She sits between Bobby and Jax, Sipping from a ornate glass she watches the tennis match between Jax and Lin "The last few months. The Irish hate the Mexicans. It's way too tense. We want out." She leans back in her chair and chuckles hate was to tame a work for the Irish hatred for the cartel. She eyes Bobby as he adds on. "But we just can't leave Galindo high and dry. So we need somebody to replace the IRA hardware." She barely keeps her eyes from rolling as Lin tries not to appear eager but she wasn't a fool, he was more than interested, even if his replies appeared cool "Those are some serious weapons. It's not like bringing in a few cases of AK's." She knocks back the rest of her drink and sighs "Oh get off it henry." She shakes off Jaxs hand as he rests it on her arm. They didn't have time for this godfather act. "You know we're handing you the winning ticket in the Mexican gun lottery. Can you do it, or should we go someplace else?" Lin grins at her, she and Lin have done this dance before, she hadn't lied when she said she had don't odd jobs. Some had been more than under the table, and Lin wasn't bad people. "For you kid. I can dip into Gaza, probably get my hands on something comparable. German snipers, Kassam Rockets, some anti-tank shit." She nods and leans back with a smirk, her work done she hands the wheel back to Jax "How often?"

Lin tilts his head, a glint in his eyes "What are we talking?" Bobby holds up two fingers "Every two weeks. From now until whenever." Lin chuckles in disbelief, leaning back in his chair he arches a dark brow "It won't come cheap, man. Hamas'll try and fuck me on this shit." She smirks and leans her elbows on the table "Money's not a problem. In fact, you're gonna tack on ten percent; our referral fee." Lin glances from her to Jax who nods his head his agreement and says "Can you do it Lin?" The man across from them sighs and nods "Yeah. Yeah, I'm in." She grins widely and holds her hand up calling one of the girls over for some food as Jax steps away to answer his phone. A few moments later he returns with a sigh, grabbing Henry's outstretched hand to shake it "Hey, thanks, Henry. Do you think you can get a few of the big guns fast? Show the buyer?" She nods her head to the woman who brings out two to-go plates of food, handing her a few bills as Henry nods "I should be able to." Jax grins "All right, good. We'll be in touch." He looks between her and Bobby for a moment. " We gotta go." She nods and stands, saluting Henry with a smirk "Later Henry." The Asian man nods "Mrs.Ortiz." following behind the guys they make it a few miles down the road before the sound of screeching tires breaks her peace. She instantly reaches for her bowie knife, but she isn't fast enough, she screams as she is snatched up by the waist she is instantly taken back to her and Taras near abduction. She screams for Jax as she sees him yanked off his bike, she struggles harder but the men dragging her speaking rapid-fire Spanish as she uses her nails to claw at the forearm holding her. She feels a pain in the side of her head before darkness takes her, the last sound she hears is Jax and Bobby yelling out her name as she goes under.

Undisclosed Location

She feels like she is underwater, her head feels way too heavy for her neck to hold up, she groans as her head lulls back, hissing through clenched teeth when the bright lights overhead flood her vision, she shakes her head as she hears someone speaking, but they sound far away. She clenched her eyes shut and try to focus on the voice, Jax! She opens her eyes and sees a blur sitting across from her, she tries to reach out but her hands are tied to the chair arms. Blinking rapidly she gets Jax into focus. Besides also being tied to a chair he seems unharmed, She sees the worry in his eyes as he looked her over, his eyes hardening and narrowed at the spot at her temple that was throbbing, she knew she must be purple or bleeding there. She opens her mouth to speak but the door behind Jax opens, the people she sees walk through the door make her mouth drop. Romeo!? She growls as tries to jerk out of her chair with no result, Jax being the calmer out of the two of them speaks " You know, if you wanted to meet, a phone call would've done the trick." She snorts, she fucking loved her president sometimes, the man was clearly mental. She narrows her eyes as Romeo grabs the back of her chair and turns her chair around, using his foot to push her chair to sit next to her president. "We need to remind you both of how easy it is to disappear." She flips her hair out of her face as she bares her teeth in a sarcastic grin "And yet, here we are." She feels her shark-like grin widen as Romeo's eyes take on a sharp glint before it fades, she knew that glint well. She couldn't help but give a faint chuckle. "Oh I see the cartel thug in you wants to chop my pretty head off, but the Fed side struggles with the felony whacking. Such a dilemma" Jax chuckles, both of then glancing at Alvarez as he takes a menacing step towards her "Actually, both sides are okay with whacking. One just has paperwork."

She rolls her eyes and leans down somewhat into her chair, this was just getting stupid now "What's this shit about. Cut the bullshit." Romeo stands a little taller as he looks between them with narrowed eyes, his voice sharp "We saw what you did with Delaney. We know you want to kill the gun deal." She can't help but cackle, oh this is precious. She gets control of her giggles and wheezes out a reply "You don't know shit. You think Me and Jax are just gonna cut ties with the cartel? Without setting you up with something else?" The teasing grin falls from her face and she shows him the woman behind the mask, he falters for a moment as she replies coldly "We are  outlaws, not suicide bombers." Romeo tilts his head, giving her a look of suspicion "Setting us up how?" She arches a brow as Jax replies "Mayans will mule from AZ, distribute in Northern Cali. Niners will still push Pope's weight into Reno." Luis leans against the wall, all hostility gone, he seems interested.  "Who gets us the Irish guns?" She glances at Jax, shaking her head she takes over "Gaalan hates our kind. His words, not mine. It's only a matter of time before he pulls the plug. Jax set you up with the Chinese, a guy called Henry Lin, I have worked with him before. He can get comparable weapons from Gaza German snipers, Kassams, anti-tank missiles. All the good shit."

Luis and Romeo have a moment of silent communication before Luis speaks to Jax "He can meet the demand?" Jax nods, relaxing into his chair somewhat "It ain't gonna be cheap, but he can do it." She watches Romeo nod, wincing as his hand came down on her shoulder a little too roughly, making Jax jerk. "Set the meet. That's a lot of moving parts. They better all work, I'm sure you will make them work, won't you Ms.Ortiz." She nods,  Romeo removes his hand and looks to a man behind them, speaking rapid Spanish "Cut them loose."

Once they had been released and their phones and weapons returned to them she couldn't wait to get away from that place which turned out to be not that far from charming. When Juan had picked up the phone she could hear the strain in his voice, and he wasn't the only one affected, when the sound of the bikes pulled up to where she and Jax and walked to wait for them, she took one look at her husband and lost it. Running to him she practically crawled up his chest to get closer to him, her eyes blurring and her blood pumping she didn't realize she was shaking until she felt his hand running up and down her back as he tried to calm her. She could be dead right now, she could have never felt this again. They needed to get rid of Romeo and Luis, she couldn't come this close again.

Back at the clubhouse

She hated the looks everyone was giving her, Jax and Bobby. She had already told her father, which softened the blow for him but the look he gave her when she told him broke her heart. She never kept anything from her father ever. She places her hand over Juan's on her thigh, he hasn't stopped touching her since they got back to the clubhouse and honestly she didn't want him to stop. She tries to focus on Jax as he lays it all out for them "They held it over our heads. If I, Joy, Bobby told anyone about the CIA hookup, they'd crush us with RICO. Every charter. The Sons of Anarchy would have been dead. So we put all our energy into finding a way out." She nods as her father stares across the table at her, his gaze was hard but she knew some part of him understood why she had to do it. Bobby sighs, running a hand over his face "Otto killing that nurse was his way of reversing his statement. Wiped out RICO, but pushed the game forward."

She feels her stomach toss as she speaks for the first time since talking to her dad outside an hour ago while they waited for the other "Romeo panicked. That's why he picked me and Jax up cartel-style, trying to convince us not to walk away from the deal."  Her eyes glare down the table as Clay speaks, his voice almost taunting "Were you convinced?" Jax glances her way, she tosses her hair over her shoulder and sighs "Not even. But he was" Jax narrows his gaze on Clay as he takes over for her "You see, that's what I've been working on; getting the Mayans to take over the coke mule and Lin to cover big guns. Romeo signed off. This means we can walk away from drugs and the cartel!" She brings Juan's hand up to her mouth, pressing her lips to the back of it as his grip tightens on her hand. This cartel mess had not been either of their wishes for the club, they were outlaws sure but this shit was too much and they have already lost Opie, she couldn't lose more brother, her husband or father to this. Phil speaks for Juan's side "You set that up on your own?"

Jax shakes his head, nodding to her and then Bobby "Me, Joy and Bobby. It's not the way I wanted it." She nods, "We wanted to tell you all but we were in a chokehold." Bobby pats her shoulder "Look, we're not gonna do anything unless the club is behind it. " She releases Juan's hand and leans forward to rest her elbows on the table, resting her head in her hands as she speaks frankly "The deal with Galindo was always a means to an end. We knew that. But stepping away is gonna mean a pay cut." The guys shift in their seats, the cartel was rough and heavy but the pay made it easier she wouldn't lie. But she wanted out, she continues "We're gonna feel that sting initially, but once Diosa takes hold, we're gonna be solid. Jax is working on a few other things, too." Chibs turns his head to Jax "Let's vote it." She finds Juan's hand again, gripping it as Jax nods "Okay. We hand off the drugs to the Mexicans and the guns to the Chinese." He speaks his vote in favor, she and Juan raise their joined hands as a double vote in favor. As the yes votes grew the knot in her stomach loosens,  her smile grows as her eyes mist. At Chibs final vote of yes, she tilts her head back against her chair as Jax slams down the gavel. It was over, once the parts were in place no more Galindo, Romeo, Luis. She clenches her eyes shut as hot tear trails slide down her face into her hair. Juan's lips press against her cheek in a smacking kiss as he rises, pulling her with him. Once the guys give Jax their congratulations she leans down, wrapping her arms around Jax's neck and presses her lips to his temple "Love you brother." He brings a hand up to pat the side of her head before she releases him to follow her husband and father out the door. She giggles as Juan snatches her up, seating her on the bar top he wraps his arms around her waist and presses kisses to her lips and cheek "Halfway home Baby girl." She smiles, her arms wrapping around his neck, as her legs yanked him closer. Pressing her lips against his smiling ones she hums as his hands massage her thighs.

The kiss is starting to get heated when her father smacks them both in the side, she turns to glare at him but stops when she sees him nod towards church. Looking over she sees Jax holding Gemma but the look isn't that of a comforting son, he seems to be giving an order. Her nails caress the back of Juan's neck as he reaches behind her to the bar, grabbing a bottle of jack he pours two fingers and hands her one as Jax stands between them and Tig. She grins as Tig speaks to Jax " You, uh, you did it, brother." She and the other nod, holding up their glasses, Juan turning between her legs to face Jax and lay back against her as Chibs tilts his head "Aye. That was a beautiful thing, Jackie." She takes her shot to the head, she wraps an arm aroma Juan's neck, kissing the side of his Tattooed scalp as Jax points to her, Chibs, Juan, and Bobby. "You four, with me." She arches a brow as Juan steps from between her legs to let her hop down "Where to blondie?" His smirk is kinda chilling but she pushes that to the side "Show and tell." She nods, patting Tig on the cheek she passes him and heads outside. Wonder what Jax's had cooking this time.

Clays place

She is vibrating with the rage currently flowing through her as her husband rubs her arms and shoulders, she is pissed watching rat scrabble to explain as they all glare up the empty hole in the roof where the grate used to be. They had been so close to having proof, so fucking close. Rat walks over to her and Jax "They were here, Jax, Joy. I swear. Birth certificates, deeds, all kinds of shit." She nods she believed him, it wasn't an issue believing him, it was the fact that the shit wasn't there, that clay had once again outwitted them. Bobby sighs "What kind of shit?" She leans into her husband, her hand coming up to comb through her tangled curls "The Nomads gave Clay back all the legal shit from the safe they jacked. Proof of his involvement in a way." Chibs slides up next to her and Juan, waving a hand toward the hole in the ceiling "Then where did they go?" She glances at Jax as his voice, as calm as it sounded made her arch a brow at the barely noticeable quiver of rage to it as he watches Rat like a hawk "Was he back in the house?" The others nod, her husband speaking over her shoulder. "Yeah. You told us to meet you here. So we did."  Jax narrows his blue eyes on Rat, hissing through his teen "You left him alone when I didn't show." Rat seems to stiffen up and nods "Yeah." She jerks from her husband's hold as Jax fist fly, the dull thud again the lean man's skull makes her wench. She moves out of her husband's arms and shoves Jax back, standing in front of Rat she speaks to her husband "get him up." She hears Rat grunt as Juan yanks him up, she glares at Jax as he points at the man over her shoulder "the fuck were you thinking!"

She once again shoves him out of her space, he knocks into the table behind him and snarls at her. She isn't fazed as she speaks over her shoulder to the man holding his bruised jaw "Go home rat. Now." He nods and leaves the room with a muffled "I'm sorry." Bobby is glaring between her and she stares him down, unbothered as he paces "You two enlisted him in your war on Clay. That's why you didn't want to bring it to the table." He sighs and scrubs his beard, watching Jax as he pulls a cig from his pack, lighting it up as he sits in the recliner in the corner.  walking over to Jax he tries to appeal to him. "Jax, you got no real proof of Clay's ties to the Nomad attacks. Just the word of a dead traitor and squirrely prospects. You got to let it go, Jax. Look what you did for the club today. It's epic shit, brother. Epic. Don't let your hate kill that." She locks eyes with Jax and for a moment she sees everything she has felt for months, the nightmares, the fear, the rage reflected back at her and she doesn't hesitate to move to his side. Her hand on his shoulder as he speaks, his tone quiet but the chill it sends down her spine makes her clinch his shoulder. "There are a few other things I can't prove." She knows he is talking about the letters, and her eyes sought out her husband, she had told him after giving the letters to Jax. He had been just as shocked about what was in them and told her she had been right to give them to Jax. "My father wrote letters to Maureen Ashby, telling her that he feared Clay would kill him for trying to get the club out of guns. He even told her he'd sabotage his bike. Clay killed my old man."

She watches Bobby and Chibs take in the bombshell Jax dropped, Chibs seemed to be somewhat unfazed. But Bobby, he was staring off to the side, his mouth slightly gaped and the color drained from his face. She feels her fists clench as Jax locks eyes with her, but something told her he wasn't seeing her as he spoke "Maureen put the letters in my bag when we left Belfast. Tara found them, gave them to Piney and Joy. Clay found out about Piney…..but he didn't know about Joy. That's why he killed Piney. That's why he tried to kill Tara…..He got Joy by chance." She feels her hands shaking, the distant echo of Taras screams bounce off the walls of her skull. Juan moves behind her, rubbing his hands up and down her upper arms, pushing his face into the side of her head. She wasn't the only one affected by that day still, or any of the other times she was hurt, Juan may be better now but it's all still tender and fresh for them both. "Clay was the one that ordered the attack on her. He's responsible for what happened to her leg, joy's side and joy almost dying. He's responsible for everything." She watches Jax as he stands, making his way over to her she lets him cup the side of her head, drawing her head close he plants a quick kiss to the side of her head before making his exit. Chibs and Bobby stare at each other before Bobby follows behind Jax, Chibs seemed lost. His eyes going between her and anything else in the room. "I don't know how to process this lass. Something I have known to be a fact for a long time turns out to be a lie and a man I have had at my back more times than I can count tried to not only kill his son's wife but another club members, wife. And don't get me started on the Piney and Donna thing I just…." She bites down on her lip as the older man's voice rises and he paces, hands combing through his salt and pepper hair. She clenched her eyes shut as tears falling down her face "I can't tell you how to feel. All this time Juan has known but it's a lot off me and I'm pretty sure Jaxto,  to know that you guys know. That you understand how fucking hard it is to not gut Clay every second of every day." She pants and wipes at the tears on her face angrily, she hated letting Clay make her cry like this. "He made me think I was going to die twice Chibs, with his kidnap botch and with the nomads. I don't care if he pulled the trigger or not he sent them there. They almost killed a pregnant woman and would have killed me had I not be vested." She lets Juan pull her back into his chest her hands gripping his arms as she rants "I'd have been another dead son, my husband would have had to bury his wife, my father say goodbye to yet another woman he loved just because Clay wanted to save his own fucking hide. So now you get it, the rage, the reason me, Jax and hell Juan are so invested in Clay's head on a pike." Chibs stares at her, lost for words and honestly, she had nothing left in her to say, she was empty. She pulls herself from Juan's arms, grabbing his hand she pulls him behind her as they pass Chibs and get onto their bikes. She didn't know what tonight's knowledge would do to the five of them. She hoped it would help them understand if anything, but her gut told her this would change a lot of things. And she doubted they would change for the better, the run this far had told her her gut was pretty damn accurate.

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Hope you all enjoyed it! 

[thehetaliafluffkingdom]

WHAT if Arthur comes back to that same port just to see that girl again and maybe he invites her to have a drink but she's like "BOI No YOU ToOk My BoOK" and she's being a big mule about it and he's convinced her to probably leave her alone or something and takes her to a pub??? Idk let me know if you need any other ideas

(THIS IS SO MUCH LONGER THAN NORMAL I’M SORRY BUT I COULD WRITE AND WRITE ABOUT THIS FOREVER I REALLY HOPE YOU LIKE IT)

(Y/N) had just bathed and gotten ready for bed as dusk had just fallen. She planned a quiet night in, intending to read her book… coincidentally, the same one the Captain Kirkland had tried to take just two months ago.

She came out of her bathroom, ready to lie on her bed, when she saw the feared pirate standing in front of the window on the other side.

She stared for half a second before stepping forward and grabbing the sword he left her, which she kept right at her bedside. She held it in front of her, despite the bed being between them, as she gathered her words.

“H-How did you find me?” She internally cursed her own voice for wavering.

Captain Kirkland let out a small hum as he kept a straight face, mindful of his own sword being pointed at him.

“Must admit, it took me a while. It’s hard to move around town when you’re wanted for a price.”

“How did you find me?” (Y/N) insisted.

“Watching. Waiting. Asking the right people.”

She waited a moment to give him a chance to speak, but broke the silence herself.

“Don’t tell me you’ve come all this way for my book,” she threatened as she slowly held her book behind her back.

She narrowed her eyes at him as he took a step towards her. He stopped and removed his swords and guns, placed them by the window, and held his hands up as he moved closer to her bed.

“No, (Y/N),” he fought back a smile as a shocked expression crossed her face before leaving. “You told me your name, last we met, remember?” He gently smiled at her as she slowly nodded. “No, I… I wanted to see you again,” he admitted.

(Y/N) let out a laugh, one almost mocking the pirate.

“Me? You’ve come all the way back to see me? You’re joking! Or did you want your sword back? Fat chance of that, by the the way, I’m keeping this,” she claimed as she bounced the sword in her hand a little bit.

Captain Kirkland smirked, knowing that this would be fun.

“No, love, you can keep that.” (Y/N) bit her tongue to keep from blushing at his words. “I wanted to see you, really.”

She began to scowl at him.

“Now don’t go thinking I’m someone ready to, to,” she struggled to find a phrase. “to spend a night with a pirate!” she heavily blushed at the thought and held her sword closer to her chest.

“No! No, I wouldn’t dare! I’m not like the other pirates…” he rolled his eyes at the fact. “No, not like that. There’s a pub, near the port—”

“I don’t drink.”

“They have other drinks, ones that aren’t alcohol. I wanted to apologize for my behavior before.”

(Y/N) paused for a moment.

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard of a pirate apologizing before,” she snapped.

“Well, I’m not like the others. I’ve got a stronger sense of decency.”

“‘Decency’?” she laughed. “Is that what you call that before? ‘Decency’?”

He smirked as he spread his arms and gave a slight bow.

“Love, I am Captain Arthur Kirkland.”

(Y/N) wore a straight face as she looked at him.

“And why, Captain,” she spoke his title sarcastically. “should I go anywhere with you?”

He paused and looked at her, trying to think of an excuse, before giving a slight shrug and hoping what he was about to say would work.

“Curiosity? Second chances? Honestly, I don’t know.”

(Y/N) glared at him as he looked at her with humble eyes. She closed her eyes for a moment and relaxed her body, but still gave him a stern look.

“Any tricks, Kirkland, and you’ll regret it.”

He wore a small, pure, smile and bowed his head for a moment.

“Wait in the other room. I have to change. Don’t say a word,” she warned before giving him a chance to remark.

“I wasn’t going to,” he held his hands up in surrender before walking out and shutting the door.

(Y/N) waited a moment before smacking her hand against her forehead.

“Moron… why would you agree to this?” she muttered to herself as she pulled her wet hair into a neat bun and got dressed, afterwards securing her newly-acquired sword to her pants and slinging a hooded cape around her shoulders. She laced her shoes and opened the door to see Arthur leaning against the wall.

“I liked your hair the way it was before,” he smiled and arched an eyebrow at her.

She screwed her eyes shut and harshly pointed at his stuff by the window.

“Get your stuff!”

He smiled at her, though she could not see it, and grabbed his weapons before slinging one leg out the window.

“Aren’t you coming? I can’t go out the front way, the town would be all over me,” he explained as she gave him a violently confused look.

She sighed and followed after him as he landed on the ground, only to fall into his arms from the window.

“Don’t get any bright ideas, pirate,” she spat to cover the fact that she was blushing.

Thank goodness for the darkness, she thought to herself.

They walked through the darkness, the moon lighting their way as they headed from the town.

“How long have you been a pirate, Captain?” (Y/N) asked, a few steps behind him, as they walked down a large hill.

Arthur almost flinched. This conversation could very well take a turn he’d rather not go down yet.

“A long while.”

“What is it like, sailing on the seas? I’ve always wanted to go. I love the ocean. The only thing that worries me is the storms.”

Arthur breathed a silent sigh of relief. By the time he’d tell her, they’d almost be to the pub.

“Powerful. Dangerous. But free. There’s only the laws of the ship and the ocean herself to obey. And my ship, my beautiful ship,” he explained as (Y/N) now walked beside him. “‘The Bloody Maw’, mind you it’s not in bad a shape as the name suggests,” he consoled as (Y/N)’s eyes widened and her mouth dropped open a bit. “is the safest ship there is. We may be pirates, but we’re smart ones,” he tapped the side of his head.

(Y/N) looked up at him in discreet admiration as he pointed ahead.

“There we are,” he gestured to a shack at the bottom of the hill.

Arthur could sense (Y/N)’s nervousness as she pulled her hood over her head.

“There’s nothing to be worried about, (Y/N). No one will lay a hand on you. Not when I’m around,” he comforted as he laid a hand on her shoulder.

She nodded as she stated, “I’ve never been out this late. Let alone around…” she glanced up at him, not wanting to offend him.

“Pirates?” he finished for her.

She nodded again.

“Like I said, love. No one will touch you.”

(Y/N) heard music as they walked up to the door and took a deep breath to calm herself as Arthur opened it. He gently pulled her as he strode in. The room immediately fell silent and (Y/N) was about to run out of there when Arthur spoke,

“What are ya bilge rats lookin’ at?!”

Everyone immediately turned back to their tables and the music that was playing before slowly rose above the crowd again. He held her arm as he walked over to the empty bar and quickly helped her onto her chair as he easily sat next to her.

She played with the seam of her cape for a moment, before Arthur reached up and took the hood down from her head.

“Don’t be nervous. You’re not the only woman here,” he whispered as the bartender came over.

“What’ll ya have?” he looked at her and she looked at Arthur.

“Something light. We’ve got to find our way back somehow,” he laughed. “And just something sweet for her. Won’t drink alcohol,” he whispered.

The bartender nodded, understandingly. “I gotta tell ya, Miss,” he said as he set a glass in front of her and poured something from a bottle before pouring Arthur’s. “Just apple juice. Some of the customers make custom drinks with it, so I keep it in stock,” he smiled. “You’re lucky you’re with ‘im. If you’d been alone, I don’t know how safe you’d be if you don’t drink the regular stuff.”

She gave him a nod before pausing. “Thank you, sir.”

“No problem. Best be hurrying up, though. They get awful rowdy this time of night.”

Arthur nodded at the bartender and the two quickly finished their drinks. Arthur didn’t want to risk (Y/N)’s safety in the slightest, so he decided to bring her home.

It was late by the time they reached back to her home, the walk silent due to her weariness. They decided to go through the front door, considering neither of them felt like climbing up a window.

(Y/N) yawned as she came out of the bathroom in her nightgown and sat on the bed.

“You can use the bathroom to shower if you’d like, Captain?” she closed her eyes and smiled at him. Arthur chuckled and gently pushed her back on the bed.

“Call me ‘Arthur’, love.”

(Y/N) opened her eyes and smiled at him.

“All right, Arthur,” she slowly spoke his name, letting it run over her tongue and past her lips. And boy, did Arthur love it. “Please don’t leave without saying goodbye, Arthur,” she pleaded, even though she was half asleep.

“Don’t worry. I won’t.” Arthur leaned down and gently kissed (Y/N) as she fell asleep, a small smile on her face. He stood up and smiled at her, taking her in. He’d find (really, steal) a complete change of clothes and shower in a few minutes, but…

how could this woman have him so deeply in love?

[oliviabluethorn]

Olivia’s Diary

Desnus, 27th 4E250 

     It's five days hence the journey to the Stormford. I’m finding it harder and harder to care about my training. I fail to see the point of putting in the effort in if I am just to leave to conquer the Stormford. My family honor no longer hinges on becoming a knight. My “honorful duty” and “dutiful honor” will be fulfilled and I need not pick up my blade for anyone other than it’s wielder. They never took my training to heart anyway.

     Sieren informs me my father going to be in meetings for a while, finalizing some plans for the expansion. So I probably won't see him until he sees me off. How many of these just regress to me being alone in this empty estate. An estate for one. I'm sure there is a poem there somewhere, a space too big for four, occupied by only one.

I'm just bored.

Desnus, 28th 4E250

twenty-two rooms all but twenty one used

A prison so big it can only leaves me so small.

A light pouring through the stained glass.

The warmth of the sun crashing down like a thunderstorm.

The sound but in my head and the rain but in my heart

A stillness creep on me.

Death?

I scream in my echo chamber. Mayhaps only because no one can hear.

The scream comes back off the barriers, but it's not me that screams back

Who screams back?

Who?

     I need to come up with a title for this. Sieren heard me scream thought I was being murdered. I had to disappointed us both and tell her I was fine.

Desnus, 29th 4E250

     I arose early today to watch Sieren pray. She just looks so peaceful and happy kneeling opposed the shrine. She so still, like a statue of an Angel and if I listen hard enough i can hear her soft breaths. It's mostly just impressive. I would be lying if I said I didn't long for something to be that devoted to. I don't think I can be a woman of bahamut like her. I haven't felt the “calling” that she speaks of, not that I would even know what that would feel like.

     I took Silver rose to lord Berethor’s blacksmith. Now she's sharp as a wit Sieren tells me i have, but if all goes well it will just be a nice decoration. Father is highering 6 or 7 battle tested adventures to aid my journey. I’m a better diplomat than warrior anyway. Which is my apparent  role; to quell the “barbaric” tribes roaming about the Stormford. With how poetic  my father puts it, im almost excited to be disappointed. Alas, writing in this journal is the most fun I have any more. Sieren is making me sweet cakes for my last day here which is actually exciting. Makes me almost feel melancholy.

Desnus, 30th 4E250

♪ Oh little nightingale stuck in it's cage,

Suffocating, strangled, from all the space.

A heart full of sadness or is it rage?

As long as it's gilded with pose and grace.

Oh little nightingale goes tweet tweet tweet,

Alas, no one can hear it's cries for help,

A thought of death rings out as Sickly sweet.

To fall into silence with but a yelp.

Oh little nightingale stiff as a rock,

Oh Beauty and youth killed by a lock.♫

A stanza short of a sonnet but I think that makes it more fitting.

Desnus 31st 250

     After some teasing and begging, Sieren let me spar with her. It was magnificent! I didn't even knew she knew how to use a rapier but she bested me rather easily. Her seven years in the war probably don't hurt her sword-hand. She let me win a couple of matches, to make me feel better no doubt but, It’s the happiest i've been all week. I had no idea fighting could be this exhilarating. It was almost like I was a child again like the first time she made me sweet cakes.

     morrow is the “big day”. I get to be escorted by mercenaries into the wilderness. Sieren finished packing my things in time as always. I'm really going to miss her for these 2 years i'll be… colonizing I suppose? Me thinks i'll need to buy a mule tomorrow to carry my necessaries. Gods know I shant trust a sellsword to do so.

     Suddenly i dread the adventure all together. I know I must but at it's precipice a married life suddenly seems sweet by compair Not to anyone my father would marry me to anyway. I know this is something i must do and yet i’ve never felt so unwilling. I will get to sleep early, less time to think myself out of it.