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A Match Baked In Heaven

Chapter X

Howlin’ For You

Today

Breasts.

Boobs.

Mammary Glands.

Jugs.

Boobies.

Tits.

Fiery Biscuits.

Melons.

Baps.

Milkers.

Tatas.

Snuggle Pups.

The ‘girls’

Whatever one called them, here they were. Staring Azriel Night in the face. He could’ve thought of a few more names for them: ‘naughty pillows’, ‘honkers’, ‘knockers’, ‘the rack’...and on and on and on.

This pair was nice as fuck. He couldn’t deny it.

The generously bosom-y blonde across from him was a beauty named Mor. And this Mor was a stunner. Big brown eyes, hair like molten gold, tits for days, childbearing hips, a nipped waist.

He’d arrived early, yet she was already here, at a posh, faceless bar in the City. She wanted to go somewhere flashier, but Azriel didn’t want any more of his photos splashed across Daily Mail under the headline ‘Another One for Footie’s Bad Boy?’ so he chose this spot. It was filled with nervous and overly intense finance blokes, with an uneven ratio of 78% dicks to 22% pussy in attendance. If he didn’t know better he’d think this was a gay bar, but it wasn’t. It was a bar where ‘deals were made’ and no one paid attention to him. He was wearing a suit and easily passed for another manic finance bloke.

Mor was on her third drink already, but she was holding her alcohol well, though Azriel suspected that might have a problem somewhere there. Currently he wasn’t training or playing due to his injury, but he still stuck with sparkling water as was his habit. Those big bazoongas shifted beneath her bright red dress and even a blind man would’ve felt the earth shift when she moved, but Azriel remained…uninterested.

Yes, in theory, she was tempting and attractive in every way. If this was three months ago, he probably would’ve been pounding her on the way back from the bar, giving Dev an eyeful. Wouldn’t have been the first time.

Alas, currently, not only did he not care about her tits whatsoever, he also kept thinking about the cool 20 Day Advent Calendar that he bought for Pinky, where there was a special treat behind every little daily slat. He was unhealthily excited about this Advent Calendar and kept imagining how excited Pink would be about it, and how he and Elain would open it daily to reveal treat-of-the-day.

No tits were as desirable as the happiness of his dog. Besides, the only tits that were interesting to him, the only tits he wanted to touch and squeeze, the only tits he wanted to lick and bite, were Elain’s. Soft, ample, squishy titties–the only tits worth his time and attention. Whatever Mor was laying down, he sure as hell wasn’t picking up. The only reason he was here anyway, was because his ornery girlfriend demanded it and he was humouring her. A little bar talk with this loud woman was a small price to pay for having Elain in his arms through the night, making her accept him, slowly, but surely fall for him, submit…Yeah, it was worth it, even if he didn’t want to be here.

Five Days Ago

“You aren’t even that ill!” Elain protested.

Azriel offered a loud and very fake cough to demonstrate that he was indeed quite ill.

“I beg to differ,” he argued. “Are you really going to send a star athlete all the way to Canary Wharf, in the beginning of December? While he is half-dead from fever and has a broken leg?”

“Oh, now the leg is broken too?” Elain crossed her arms on her chest, shaking her head, looking at him. The good thing was that Pinky decided to take Azriel’s side, and now he sat by his side, working hard at giving Elain the biggest puppy dog eyes in history.

“You two are emotional vampires!” she declared, getting up from the table.

“We are emotional puppies!” Azriel argued.

“You are a traitor,” Elain hissed at Piglet, who whimpered pathetically.

“I’ll wash the dishes,” Azriel offered sheepishly.

She rolled her eyes and told him firmly, “you aren’t sleeping with me”.

“Umm,”

“No, don’t even think about it.”

“Where am I sleeping then?”

“In the guest room,” she said primly,

“Aren’t you planning to sleep with your husband in the same bed?” he queried.

“Yes. But you aren’t my husband.”

“But I will be,” he reminded her.

“Dream on, football boy,” she puffed her cheeks, while Azriel gathered the plates and hobbled with them to the sink. And then, he proceeded to wash the dishes like a good boy. It was silly, because obviously she had a dishwasher, but Azriel wanted to show how he would be a great husband-material, and how much potential he had in that department.

Elain didn’t say anything, but quietly began putting things away after dinner. Pinky was laying there like a log, watching them closely, monitoring every move.

Azriel was almost done with the washing up, when he stepped aside and suddenly pulled Elain to him, wrapping his arm around her waist.

Her breath quickened, but she didn't struggle in his hold. He pressed her into the counter and held her within the cage of his arms.

Elain smelled delightful. A heady mix of jasmine, with light undertones of warm honey and vanilla. Her scent was exactly what she was in life–a flower-lover and a baker. It was a perfect mix of who she was.

Azriel inhaled her deeply and felt her shiver against him. He leaned in and pressed his forehead to hers, savouring the moment. It was quiet, other than some instrumental Christmas music playing on Elain’s phone. So it made sense when Elain’s arms tentatively wrapped around Azriel’s waist and she pulled him a little closer.

“Why are you like that, my matchy?” he whispered.

“How am I?”

“Skittish. Afraid. You shouldn’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”

She sighed sadly and whispered, “Others have said the same, and did, in fact, hurt me.”

“I am not ‘others’. I am it. I knew that I was fucked once I started wondering what your lips would taste like, and I am still wondering about that. I’ve been many different things in my life, and not all of them any good, but with you, it’s different.

“You smell like home. You feel like a wife. You act like the mother of my children. There is nothing I can do about that.”

“You fell hard,” she murmured.

“Surprised me too,” he chuckled, “but here we are.”

She took his hand in hers and looked at his scarred skin, absently rubbing the mangled flesh with her thumb. At that, it was Azriel’s turn to squirm a bit. He didn’t like close attention being paid to his hands.

But, all she did was whisper ‘beautiful’ and Azriel didn’t know what to do with that. So he blushed. Because it wasn’t something he expected, and coming from her, he knew that it was the truth. She found his hands beautiful.

She then took him by the hand and gently pulled him behind her, sneaking from under his arm.

“Gonna put me to bed, beautiful?” he chuckled.

“Don’t push it,” she warned playfully.

They went upstairs, Azriel being on his best behaviour, careful not to spook her and have her send him back down to sleep on the couch.

Elain’s upstairs wasn’t any less luxurious and stylish than the downstairs. The landing had built-in bookshelves and a loveseat and apparently Pinky’s own swanky pad, with a vast doggy bed and various cushions upon which he could ‘relax’ (not that his life was very hard and required much relaxation). In addition, part of the built-ins contained all his outfits, his toys, and bows. He had more clothes than Kim K.

“You are here,” Elain opened the door to one of the bedrooms. It was modern, comfortable, like a world-class hotel room. But impersonal.

“There is an en-suite,” Elain waved her hand to another door.

“And where are you?” Azriel asked immediately.

She gave him a look, but said “at the end of the hall. Should you require anything, knock and let me know.”

Then, after a beat, she added, “And since you sleep in the nude, please don’t forget to cover yourself.”

Azriel smirked and gently cupped the side of her neck, drawing his thumb over the tender skin of her throat.

“So you remembered then?”

Primly, as if they were discussing cottage cheese, she said, “it’s my job. I pride myself in remembering what my clients tell me.”

“Ahhh,” he nodded slowly, with a knowing look on his face. “And for no other reason I am sure, yeah?”

“Exactly.”

“Alright then, Ms. Archeron,” he pressed his lips to her forehead and gave her a soft, loving kiss, “good night. And if I do need anything, I will remember to cover my massive cock,”

“Ahh,” she gasped and he laughed, giving her another quick kiss.

She pushed at him, pretending to be oh-so scandalised, but there was no fire in her protests.

“Stop kissing me!”

“That’s a hard no from me,” he shrugged. “I only intend to kiss you more.”

“Why are you like this?”

“What? Charming? Sexy? Smart?”

“Yeah, all of the above,” she snorted. “Don’t you ever take ‘no’ for an answer?”

“Not really,” he confessed. “Definitely not this time around.”

“Why not?” she asked quietly, looking straight at him.

He licked his lip and then stated simply,

“Because you are mine.”

Today

“Three million.”

Azriel was so lost in thought, especially recalling how that night five days ago went, that he didn’t catch anything that Mor was saying to him. Not until he heard ‘three million’.

“Pardon?” he finally asked.

“I think that’s a reasonable sum,” she decided, flipping her hair behind her shoulder.

“For what?”

“Us!”

“Us? Us what?” his brow furrowed and he had no idea what she was referring to.

“That’s the exchange,” she pushed, leaning across the table towards him, and letting her boobs slide forward, the material of her dress barely containing them. Gosh, she was trying hard.

“Miss Hewn, lay it all out,” he all but snapped at her. “What do you want?”

“It’s what you want,” she corrected him and brought her martini glass to her bright red lips. An espresso martini, no less. What a revolting 80s drink that no self-respecting person would ever touch. But Azriel chose to keep his opinion to himself. Mor wasn’t Elain. He could tease Elain. She’d answer, she’d taunt him back. It would be wonderful. But he didn’t need to worry about Elain–she was a whiskey and lager and gin girl. Proper drinks. Classic. None of this frou-frou nonsense. He had no opinion on Mor because he didn’t give a shit.

“What am I exchanging for three mil?” he queried, crossing his arms on his chest and leaning back in his chair.

She mimicked his posture, and said in a firm, bland tone,

“A little birdy told me that if you don’t marry by the time you are thirty, you lose your chance at your inheritance…and I hear it’s over 200 mil. Lord Darling is worth what? About two billion? 10% of his wealth goes to his two adopted sons–you and your brother Cassian. Am I not correct?”

“You are alarmingly well-informed about Lord Darling’s finances,”

She shrugged and said with false innocence in her voice, “all public knowledge, Azriel. And I am a girl who does her research.”

Another one.

Another girl who was doing her due diligence. But unlike Elain, whose intentions were honourable and even a little naive, Mor seemed much more predatory. Her big eyes gleamed with excitement.

“So, if I am understanding you correctly,” Azriel sipped his sparkling water, wondering how long he had to stay here for, “you want me to pay you three million pounds,”

“Correct,” she nodded.

“For what exactly?”

“To marry you, of course, silly!” she smiled at him and winked.

“Oh…”

“Two years? Three?” she shrugged irreverently and finished her gross martini, while immediately motioning to the waiter for another drink.

The balls on her were…impressive.

If Azriel wasn’t so internally disgusted, he would’ve been awed.

But he was mostly grossed out.

“We marry, we stay together for a couple of years,” Mor continued easily. “I get my three million. You get your 200 million and then we part amicably. What do Americans call it? Irreconcilable differences. We wouldn’t be able to reconcile our differences too. I’ll even sign a prenup, and won’t ask for any spousal support or any bit of your money,”

“Generous of you,” he said dryly. “So this has been the plan from the beginning, I am guessing?

She shrugged innocently.

“I go where the money is.”

“Let me guess,” he interrupted. “You know all about how much I make too?”

Her red-tipped fingers gently caressed his hand, but in a condescending sort of way, like she was taming a wild animal.

“Of course I do, darling,” she smiled at him. “Of course, I do. 115 million contract with Arsenal over 5 years. Multiple multi-million pound endorsement contracts with big name companies–Adidas, Apple, Bank of England come to mind. Oh, Smart Water. Oh, oh,” she snapped her fingers, “a deal with that shaving company…You looked good in those adverts. All damp and half-naked, water dripping off of you,”

Azriel barely managed not to roll his eyes.

“How did you get through Elain’s rigorous screening?” he interrupted her litany, speaking frankly and not giving a fuck. He was past being Mr. Nice Guy or even Mr. Pretend to Be a Nice Guy for the Evening. He was going to be the dickhead that he usually was.

Mor laughed lightly and accepted another weird concoction from the waiter–a Lemon Drop, apparently. What was with this woman and her 80s drinks? They weren’t even classics. Just gaudy.

“Ohhh,” Mor did a sing-song thing with her voice. “Elain…Lady Elain Archeron, the 7th Marchioness of Londonfair, sister to Nesta, the Duchess of Velaris and to Countess Feyre Archeron.

“See, Azriel, I do my research on everyone. Did you know that the Duke of Velaris petitioned Queen Victoria some time around 1894 to have all the females in his family receive titles. Just the females, the same way the males would. And the titles are passed on to women in that family. Interestingly, the old Queen wasn’t exactly a feminist. In fact, she was sternly opposed to feminism and felt that women should obey and serve their men. Wonder what the Duke had to do to convince her? But whatever he did, apparently worked.

“The sisters’ mother was the Duchess of Velaris. Nesta was the Marchioness. Elain, a Countess. Feyre, a Viscountess. Once the mother died, the titles shifted to each respective sister. Interesting, isn’t it?

“You know how much they are worth?”

“No,” Azriel snapped. “I don’t, and I don’t care.”

“Pity. It is curious that Lady Elain has this strange profession. Very odd, don’t you think? A matchmaker.”

“She wants to bring happiness to others,” he said. “Love.”

Mor scoffed,

“Love. Yes, love. It’s adorable that you bought into her fantasy.”

“Her track record is impeccable,” he argued roughly.

“Oh,” Mor waved her hand, “I am not arguing, I know she is good at what she does. Poor lonely souls flock to her in hopes for their happily ever after.”

“And you didn’t?” he challenged. Dark, angry, cold rage was rising up in his chest, threatening to suffocate him. His own personal feelings aside, Elain was good. She believed in what she did. She was kind and thoughtful and careful with the feelings of others. She did want people to find their partners, and their happily ever after. Of that, he had no doubt. Therefore, anyone taking advantage of her sincerity and her beliefs made him see red.

“I did flock too,” Mor confirmed, almost chugging her Lemon Drop in one go and motioning for the waiter yet again. Jesus fuck. “Just not for love,” she continued. “It wasn’t exactly difficult to build up a story that Elain wanted to hear. My very unsuccessful first engagement, then a string of men who didn’t turn into anything serious, disappointments and my ‘yearning for love’,” she made air quotes. “The poor silly cow fell for it just like that,” she snapped her fingers.

At that, Azriel flinched, but Mor didn’t notice it. Instead, she ordered ‘Sex On the Beach’ and he almost died of embarrassment. When the kids on the team told him that they ‘died of cringe’ he now understood what they meant.

“If you know where to look, you’d find out that Lady Elain abruptly ended her engagement to Lord Nolan a few years back. I figured that he stepped out on her, and it turns out that I was correct. So I played that up to her, telling her that my fiance did the same. She was so easy,” Mor sighed dramatically. “I mean, what was I expecting? This is a woman who dotes on her lame legless pug and,”

“Pardon,” Azriel stood up abruptly and muttered, “I need to go to the loo,”

“Oh, alright then,” Mor nodded. “When you come back, we’ll discuss the details of the arrangement.”

Apparently, in her mind, everything’s been settled already.

Azriel left his jacket hanging on the back of his chair, but he figured it would be a small price to pay to escape. He veered off the path to the toilets and passed by the long, glass-covered bar, where he spotted Dev, who was sipping mineral water. Azriel motioned his head to the driver, and Dev got up promptly, his expression perplexed. His eyes darted from Azriel to Mor’s golden-haired head which loomed over the table.

Azriel came over and grabbed his driver’s arm, quickly ushering him towards the exit.

“Are you doing a runner?” Dev guessed, grinning at the panicked looking Azriel.

“Sure am!”

“Wait, so you pumped and dumped,”

“No pumping,” Azriel quickly, shuddering visibly, “only dumping.”

“You really gonna ghost her like that?”

“Honestly, it’s not my proudest moment, but I am afraid she is going to charge me for leaving. A tenner at least.”

Dev chuckled, and nodded towards Azriel’s lack of jacket,

“You’ll freeze your bollocks off,”

“Small price to pay to escape Miss Golden Arm over there. She really started the conversation with ‘you pay me three million and then I will marry you’.”

“Shit. For real?”

“Sure am. She is a thirsty one. Not for cock, but for a buck.”

Dev laughed and said, “Alright then, mate, let’s go. I’ll save you.”

Azriel tossed two hundred pounds to the barman and said, “For the lady’s drinks,” he pointed towards Mor. “And make sure she doesn’t drive. She’s had one, or ten, too many.”

By the time he slipped out of the bar, took the lift downstairs and came outside, to the frigid night, Dev was pulling the car around the corner.

Azriel all but collapsed into the warm cabin and rubbed his hands.

“Told you you’ll freeze,” Dev told him.

“What did you want me to do exactly?”

“Never seen you walk away like that from a woman before,” Dev commented, while he pulled away from the curb.

“Ehhh,” Azriel looked out the window, watching the sleek streets decorated for Christmas. “I wasn’t into it.”

“Uh-uh,” Dev only muttered, with a knowing look on his face. “Where to then? Canary Wharf or Russell Square?”

Azriel shot him a glance in the mirror, and Dev continued lightly, “I wasn’t planning on being done with the evening by,” he glanced at the clock, “7:08 pm. But here we are. So, where are we going? Home? Or where you wanna be?”

“What do you mean?” Azriel demanded.

The driver huffed and snickered.

“Come on, Az. I’ve known you for 20 years. Known you since we were lads.”

“So?”

“Seen you with all kinds of birds, and here we are tonight, and I am watching you walk away from Miss Busty without a second thought. And I can see you itching to go back to that posh neighbourhood and see your posh lass and her mega posh pug. Tell me I am wrong?”

Azriel rubbed his chin and looked back at the window.

“Russell Square,” was all he said.

Dev smiled widely.

“On my fucking way, lad.”

Because yes, Azriel wanted to be with his woman. And wanted a repeat of the night from five days ago.

Five Days Ago

Five nights ago, Azriel did not keep true to his word.

Well, technically, he didn’t promise to stay in his room. He didn’t promise to stop kissing Elain. He didn’t promise anything, other than to cover his cock if he went to her room. And he did.

He covered his cock.

He wore his boxers, to be precise.

He settled for the night–or at least for the immediate couple of hours–but as soon as the door closed, he heard scratching and banging, growling and barking.

“Piglet no!” came Elain’s urgent pleas. “Az is going to sleep. So should you. Go to your bed. Right now!”

Instead, there was snapping and more growling.

“Piglet, no. You had chicken and rice, you took a nice walk, you played with Az, and it’s time to call it a night. Go to bed.”

There was a pause, and then more aggressive banging on the door, which Azriel hoped wasn’t Pinky ramming his head into it.

“I swear to god, Piglet Pinky Archeron,” Elain exclaimed sternly and Azriel just about fell off the bed, at the sound of the middle name,

Piglet Pinky Archeron Night. Thank you very much.

“I am going to take you to the vet!”

A shocked, horrified whimper was the answer.

That was a hella threat then.

And then Piglet started crying and Azriel couldn't take it anymore. He got out of bed and threw the door open. With that, Piglet in turn threw himself in his arms like the floor was lava. Azriel wrapped his arms around him and whispered, “It’s okay, my boy. It’s okay. I am not going to send you to the vet,” he glanced at Elain, meaning to give her the stink eye, and only to notice her shocked expression.

Oh yeah…he was naked, other than for his underwear.

“Ummm,” she mumbled…”I…well, I…if he…you know he is quite loud if you want him to sleep in the room,” she rambled on, as her eyes darted here and then, trying to avoid the sight of his naked flesh.

That’s right, sweetheart. Keep looking.

“I am dressed,” Azriel pointed out with a smirk.

“I…I,” she huffed, swiping her hand over her brow, “I wouldn’t call this ‘dressed’ Mr. Azriel…”

“Mr. Azriel?” Azriel teased. “What happened to Mr. Night?”

“Yes, yes, of course. Mr. Night!” Elain nodded frantically, “that’s what I meant, of course. Naturally. Mr. Azriel.”

He kept staring at her, smiling, while she muttered, “Mr. Night!”

Then he shrugged and told her, “I rather like hearing my name on your lips, beautiful. ‘Azriel’ me all you want. Come on in then,” he jerked his head, inviting her in.

“Come where?” she baulked.

“To my comfy bed, obviously,” he explained like she was a bit stupid. “It’s only nine o'clock. According to the Daily Mail I am a ‘debauched footballer’--so what the fuck am I doing in bed at this hour? It’s fine for Pink, but you and I can spend some quality time together,”

“I couldn’t possibly,” she kept muttering, while he grabbed her hand and tugged her along.

“Don’t worry little virgin,” he assured her, “I’ll leave your virtue intact, if that’s what you’d like,”

“I am not a virgin!” she hissed at him and he laughed and then the three of them piled onto the bed, under his significant bulk and strength.

But first things first…

He got her in bed with him, which was a massive accomplishment. Took two months, but here they were. Now, he needed a minute to wrap his mind around the fact that Elain Archeron, his Elain, was in bed with him. Thankfully, Pinky offered him that opportunity, when he jumped off the bed, screamed excitedly, and then began running frantic circles around the room.

Watching the pug’s antics, Elain laughed and whispered, “major case of the zoomies.”

“For the laziest dog, he sure does pack a lot of energy,” Azriel commented, carefully arranging himself next to her, trying to be inconspicuous, like this was normal for them.

Nothing was normal.

None of this was normal.

Even the fact that Elain was barefoot, and he was seeing her pretty toes for the first time, had Azriel spiralling internally. She was usually formally dressed, and when he did catch her in casual attire, it was strange enough. But Elain barefoot? Her toenails were painted a light pearl colour and he couldn’t stop staring at them. He couldn’t stop staring at the difference in their sizes: at how much bigger he was than her. He was a big man, but her little pale feet seemed almost childish next to his large, beat up, calloused ones. His muscular legs reached almost to the edge of the bed, and he looked rough and wild compared to her, his skin a deep golden brown, tattoos peppering his body here and there, all the sinewy tight muscles bulging and shifting beneath his bruised, scarred, scratched skin. She was soft and creamy, pale and resembled a marshmallow or a cream puff. He resembled a gnarly log.

He extended his arm and Elain naturally leaned into the crook, laying her head on his shoulder.

She wore grey pyjama pants with pugs on them (obviously), and a red Arsenal t-shirt, with Azriel’s own number. Like a proper girlfriend should. Though it made his chest warm and everything inside of him squeezed with strange wormy happiness, because this wasn’t the jersey that he gave her. This was a different shirt, which she clearly bought for herself, and now wore to bed.

There was nothing sexy or alluring about her mismatched night outfit, but to Azriel, it was somehow perfect. Undoubtedly, the ensemble that she had on earlier–the shorts, the knee highs, and the jumper–was Pinterest-worthy in its enticing sexiness, and nothing beat half of her ass falling out of those shorts.

But this was good. Like it should be.

He rested his chin atop of her head and then she reached across him and tugged a blanket on top of his body.

“You’ll grow cold and will never get better,” she complained.

“Is my naked body messing with your little ladyship sensibilities?” he teased. “What’s it like with Lord Eris? Brace yourself, Sally, and think of England?”

“I hate you so much,” she said flatly, shaking her head with disdain.

“No, matchy. You like me,” he said assertively.

She tensed a little against him, but he only stroked her shoulder lightly, keeping her in place.

Piglet finally tired out from his zooming and attempted to climb back on the bed, but he couldn’t reach that high up, so he began whimpering frantically, now wanting as much attention as possible and fearing that he was missing out.

Azriell scooped him up with his available hand and placed him at his side.

“You can stay here, but you are not Beyonce, so no one will be entertaining you. Calm down and go to sleep. It’s me and Ellie time.”

Piglet pouted at him, but then burrowed himself in the blanket and quieted down.

“Try to keep the farting to a minimum,” Azriel warned, but Piglet only snorted at him.

Azriel draped the rest of the blanket over Elain, and then boldly grabbed her hip and hoisted her leg up and over his own.

There was a moment there, where they just looked at each other, their bodies connected, the intimacy of the moment almost stifling.

It was then that Elain asked,

“What do you want, Azriel? From me?”

He looked at her, studying the lovely contours of her face, and after a long pause, said,

“I want everything from you. I want you in the worst way. I need your taste. Your scent. I want to know what your skin would feel next to mine. I want to crawl so deep inside of you, that you won’t be able to extricate yourself from me ever. Not ever. Not with a spoon. Not with an axe. Not with a prayer. Not with a saw. And I want it all tonight. I want it every minute of the day. And I know that I can’t have it. So I yearn and desire, and I suffer, because I cannot have it. I cannot have you.”

“It’s a violent image,” she whispered at last, watching him in awe. “Your love is possessive, and nearly scary.”

“Nearly,” he agreed, “but not quite. I simply didn’t know that I could feel this way about anything. About anyone.”

“Are you going to start spouting poetry?” she smiled and lightly traced her finger over his jaw.

“I usually don’t need to resort to that,” he chuckled. “But if you’d like me to give you a little speech about how you’d bewitched me, body and soul, I could do that.”

“Don’t tell me you’ve read Pride and Prejudice!” she gasped in shock.

Azriel laughed quietly, “Fuck no! But I’ve seen enough gifs from the movie to remember that line.”

“I love that movie,” Elain admitted dreamily.

“Absolutely no surprise there,” Azriel concluded.

He then pulled her closer and slipped his arm lower, so he could cup her lovely ass, and when he did, she didn’t even fight him. That’s my girl, he thought.

“What should I get Pinky for Christmas?” he pondered, as he glanced at the sleeping pug.

“I don’t think that he cares all that much,” Elain admitted, while her little finger kept making circles on his skin, travelling from his neck, down to his shoulder and chest, as she traced the lines of his tattoos.

“Come on, of course he does! I do too. What should I get him?”

“Well,” she thought, “the things he likes the most are: empty Amazon envelopes, the padded ones. Socks. You can get him an old shoe. A stick, of course. He likes a good stick. Any kind of hose that he can tear up–pantyhose are his fave. An empty box. And of course the thing that he loves the most in the world is,” then her voice dropped to a whisper and she said into Azriel’s ear, her voice barely audible, “meatloaf.”

Even though Elain was whispering, the magical word still caused Piglet to stir sleepily. He waited for a moment, before falling back asleep.

“See?”

“Wow, he really must love it,” Azriel barely contained himself, stifling his laughter. “I guess I know what we are having for Christmas!”

The next hour and a half were spent in blissful warmth. Azriel took out his phone, and they proceeded to watch a bunch of comedians on Netflix. They laughed at the same jokes, and Azriel found it endearing.

“I think we need to get a tree,” Azriel decided at some point. “I would’ve thought that you’d be completely Christmas-obsessed and everything would be covered in Christmas spirit. Kind of like in ‘Elf’.”

Elain sighed and frowned.

“What?” he pushed, stroking her head.

“I didn’t feel like it this year, I guess,” she said lamely.

“Why?”

“I dunno…”

“Come on. Tell me.”

“I am not feeling festive, I suppose.”

The vague admission didn’t sit right with him and he turned her face up, so he could look at her.

“What happened?”

She bit her lip and sighed,

“I don’t know…I guess I didn’t see myself in this place, under these circumstances, at this stage of my life,”

“What circumstances?”

“Single, I suppose,” she sighed again. “I figured that by 28, I’d be married, maybe even with children. For sure with someone significant in my life. Now I'll be 28 in less than two weeks, and I guess I just broke up with my long-term boyfriend? I am not even certain where we stand with him. And then there is you, and you are all kinds of confusing,”

“I am not confusing,” he argued. “I am your boyfriend. I don’t really care that you can’t bring yourself to acknowledge this yet, but I am. You ain’t single. You are mine. And if you want me to put a ring on your finger on your birthday, I will, if it will make you happy,”

Elain elbowed him harshly and snapped, “Stop talking like that! We barely know each other! We,”

“We know each other plenty. What don’t I know about you and you don’t know about me? Short of an anal probe, you’ve asked me every question imaginable. You know what I like to eat, where I grew up, how I fuck, what I wear, where I live, and I know that you love your pug, and your sisters, and that sometimes you are lonely, and that you love watching couples that you set up end up married and happy, and you’ve been hurt in love, and you love apple crisps and are sweetly rough around the edges despite being a Lady.”

“I don’t know how you…fuck,” she cleared her throat.

“I can certainly show you that right now,” he offered. “I’ve been ready to fuck you since you’ve been eyeing my happy trail the day we decorated for Halloween,”

“WHAT!!!!” she cried out. “I was not!”

“Sure were, baby, sure you were,” he teased and squeezed her ass cheek hard, “you think I didn’t notice? You think I didn’t let you watch for as long as you wanted?”

“Oh my god, you are horrible!” she smacked his bare chest. “I wasn’t. It was just there. Your stomach! You were showing it to me,”

“Uh-uh. Anyways. This Christmas will be brilliant, for you and for me. A new start, a new beginning,”

“Beginning of what?” she asked timidly, her expression hopeful and eager. She liked what he was telling her.

“Us, Elain Archeron. Us. Argue all you want, but I ain’t letting you go. And I am taking Pinky to get us a tree!”

He drove the point home by reaching and cupping her breast. He squeezed it tightly, bouncing it within his palm. It didn’t escape him that Elain wasn’t wearing a bra under the t-shirt, and her soft full tits have been rolling around all evening long next to him and driving him crazy.

She squeaked in surprise, and attempted to throw his hand off, but once he brushed his thumb over her nipple, she stilled and her breathing hitched audibly.

“You want me to show you how I fuck?” he asked quietly, swiping his thumb over the hardening nipple.

“You promised,” she protested breathlessly. “You said you won’t pressu-,”

“I did,” he nodded. “I did. But let me promise something else now then,”

“What?”

“I will fuck you, Ellie. And you are going to love it. And you’ll ask for more.”

When Azriel was 9 years old, he stole an eclair from a bakery. His class was some kind of class trip to the theatre. They were brought to Covent Garden and he walked around there, eyes wide open, his mind blown. He’d never been to a place more exciting, or beautiful, or wealthy. All he knew were hospitals, drab council estates, and his football, which he often played on concrete. He gawked at the shops, all the restaurants and pubs, and the bakeries. Gorgeous displays of wonderful things everywhere.

Azriel always had quick, sticky fingers, and though he didn’t like thieving, sometimes, it was necessary. Basic necessities were hard to come by, and when he could, he stole–socks and belts, toothpaste, combs, tissues, candy. He made it a point not to steal for no reason, and not get in trouble needlessly, over something trivial.

That day, they passed by some French sounding bakery–it was all gleaming marble, and outlandish displays of croissants and pastries, cakes and tarts, and rich people drinking coffee and buying bread. Nine quid for a loaf of bread. Outrageous!

But there were two types of eclairs that he couldn’t tear his eyes from. One covered in a chocolate glaze, and another sprinkled with hazelnuts and decorated with cream roses. He couldn’t stop looking at them–two girthy decadent stunners that called his name. All he wanted was to sink his teeth into one. Or both.

So he went for it. He pinched them. Wasn’t difficult. He was small and no one paid any attention to him. Besides, even if someone did notice him, they’d assume he was here with a parent. It took a minute, tops. In and out, and two eclairs were nestled in a paper bag, and then in his school bag. Later that night, he and Cassian snuck out, and ate the eclairs sitting on the crumbling stoop of a building.

Up until tonight, Azriel Night had never tasted anything better than those eclairs. Never did anything more sumptuous, sinful and blissfully delicious pass his lips. Never.

Not until he sunk his teeth into Elain’s soft, delicate neck.

In his defence, the scent of her hair, her body, the mix of honey and jasmine and vanilla made him dream of those delectable pastries. And somehow, his lips found their way to her cheek, and then, to her gorgeous neck. His mouth travelled the length of her throat, placing hungry, hot, desperate kisses on the lightly perfumed, warm skin.

Elain moved and moaned softly beneath him, and he woke up fully, feeling her luscious breasts splayed beneath his chest, her small, firm hand gripping his bicep sleepily. He wasn’t sure if she was awake or if she was also dreaming. But once he started, he couldn’t stop. He buried his face in the crook of her neck and inhaled, while he kissed over the trembling pulse point, the hot pumping of blood erratic and needy beneath his lips. He licked her vein, before kissing gently below the ear, only to return to the neck, and cover it in more kisses, peppering it with small bites.

Elain’s eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him in the darkness.

He wouldn’t have it. Didn’t want any arguments or debates about this. Gripping her chin firmly with his fingers, he turned her head to the side, allowing him all the access he needed to her neck.

“Shhh,” he shushed her. “Let me have this…”

Her nails dug into his skin, but she didn’t fight him that moment. Her eyes closed and she inhaled deeply, back arching sexily and a needy little moan escaped her lips. He kissed her deeper, and his hand slipped back to her breast, which he covered with his palm. God she was soft. Soft and smooth and delicious in every way. And as his teeth and lips dug deeper into her skin and he sucked on her mercilessly, while realising that nothing compared to her in any way. She was his. That fluttering little heart beat for him.

He squeezed her breast harder, his fingers closing on the nipple, as he twisted it between his fingers, pinching it hard enough for her to gasp loudly.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, “oh god,” because he pulled and pinched her nipple again, causing her to shudder next to him from both pain, but also pleasure.

Azriel figured that she hadn’t experienced true pleasure in a long time now. He was going to fix that.

“Enough,” she moaned at last and pushed him away slightly. “Not yet…”

“Okay,” he said quietly and pulled away from her neck. Flipping on his back, he covered his eyes with his forearm and willed himself to calm down. Elain was panting next to him.

When he glanced at her, her hair was a mess, her lips were parted, and she was holding her breast, while a bruise bloomed on her neck.

“Shit,” he whispered, rubbing his face. “I am sorry. Did I hurt you?”

She was silent, staring at the ceiling.

“Ellie, I am sorry,” he muttered worriedly, “forgive me. I am sorry, I overestimated my,”

“It felt good,” she said suddenly.

“Oh. Well, that’s good, right? I thought that I was too,”

“Rough? Yes. But you warned me about that,”

“And…is that okay?”

She thought about it and said, “No one’s ever been like that with me. You are different,”

“I should hope so!”

“You are so heavy,” she commented, “I love your weight. You are solid and so muscular,”

Amused he repeated, “That’s what you like? My weight?”

She pressed her fingers to her neck, “You bit me.”

“Yeah. Sorry about that,” he whispered sheepishly. “Didn’t mean to,”

“I think that you did. You marked me. I can feel the imprint of your teeth.”

Maybe he did mark her.

He bit her like a savage. Like an animal in heat during mating.

He’d never bit anyone like that before.

And he wasn’t sure what to make of it.

So he didn’t explain or say anything further. He grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him, parking her curvy ass in the cradle of his hips. It seemed that she waited for him to say something, but when he didn’t, she tucked her hands beneath her cheek and settled in, with him holding her in his arms.

It was Piglet who nosed into Azriel’s neck, huffing and snorting, clawing at him lightly.

It was barely light outside, but that was to be expected. December in London wasn’t exactly full of sunshine and blue skies.

“He needs to go poop,” Elain groaned sleepily, though she made no effort to open her eyes and only snuggled closer to Azriel.

He smiled and patted her butt, before kissing her head and sitting up.

“Sleep, baby. I’ll take him.”

“Are you sure?” she asked, surprised.

“I am sure. Take a break. I’ll pick up his turds, no problem.”

She snorted a laugh and then turned away and pulled the blanket over her shoulder. Azriel climbed over her–totally unnecessarily–and made sure to sit on her for a second too, while she screeched and tried to swat him away.

“I thought you loved my weight?” he reminded her with a laugh.

“Not this much!” she yelled, and slapped his thigh. “Ohmygod, you are almost naked!”

“Sure am, baby. Nothing but a thin piece of cotton that’s standing between you and my cock n’ balls.”

“It’s too early for your sex talk,” she complained.

“Sweetness, when we are married, be prepared for some morning sex.”

“It’s especially too early for your marriage talk.”

“Never!”

“Make sure to put a coat and a hat on him,”

Azriel picked Pinky up and muttered under his breath, “You do remember that he is a descendant of wolves?! Now he eats fuckin’ meatloaf and wears a hat to go outside.”

At the word ‘meatloaf’ Piglet howled happily.

“That’s for Christmas,” Azriel promised him.

Leaving Elain to snooze, Azriel picked up his clothes, and then found a bathroom in the hallway. It was right across from Elain’s bedroom, where he didn’t dare go yet, but he figured that that’s the one she used for herself. When he entered, he was proven correct. It was the prettiest bathroom imaginable–with a gorgeous view outside, no less. As with everything in this house, it was a perfect combination of modern and classic, tiled simply with white tiles, it also had a modern tub, and a glass shower.

He already imagined their babies splashing in the tub and him fucking Elain in the shower.

Yeah, he always had a vivid imagination.

He looked around, snooping through the cupboards and cabinets. Elain had a moderate amount of products for her hair, only a couple of body lotions, which he sniffed, perfume–custom made, which explained her unique scent–period pads and tampons (he noted the brands, so he could buy them for his own place), same for toothpaste (they used the same one) and finally, he opened the medicine cabinet. No prescription drugs. Just a few utilitarian things and that’s about it, other than the flat disc, which he was pretty familiar with. He took it out and opened it. Low dosage birth control pills. He tsked, seeing as Elain wasn’t very careful about taking them. He figured that she probably didn’t care, since her ginger prick wasn’t here, but that also pleased him because she definitely wasn’t fucking anyone right now.

As he wrestled with Piglet, who was ready for a bath apparently, Azriel considered what to do. He found a pack of toothbrushes, brushed his teeth, noting that he was looking better than yesterday, combed his hair, and then slipped the birth control pills into the backpocket of his joggers.

No need for these anymore, sweetheart.

Did he feel bad about messing with Elain’s birth control–not really.

He just stole it.

At least he didn’t replace the pills with sugar pills, which he briefly considered.

He wasn’t a good man, and he never pretended to be one.

But he wanted his cum to fall in fertile ground, when the time came for that. Ellie didn’t need any birth control.

By the time he and Pinky returned from their walk, Azriel carrying two cups of coffee and a bag with pastries, Elain was up.

For a moment, he worried that she was going to question him about the pills, but she didn’t say anything, only laughing at Pinky’s ridiculous outfit. It was some kind of knit poncho with a hat attached to it. He looked like an idiot, but Azriel loved it, and so did Elain apparently.

“I love walking with him,” Azriel announced, setting breakfast on the counter. “No one pays attention to me. Everyone is only interested in him. Someone even asked him if I was his new dogwalker!”

Elain burst out laughing, while Piglet began zooming around the first floor and Azriel sat down across from her.

“I have a proposal,” she said at last, lacing her fingers together, as she stared him down.

He rolled his eyes and threw his head back.

“Oh god. I am not in the mood for proposals. Unless you are being a modern woman and asking me to marry you. Then, it’s a yes.”

“Well, no.”

“Figures.”

“But it is connected to marriage.”

He sipped his coffee and then said dejectedly, “What now, beautiful? You better make it good.”

“I promise to go out with you,” she announced grandly, and he laughed.

“Isn’t it a little too late for that? Considering that I am sleeping in your bed now?”

“No. Proper dating,” she insisted. “Like if you are my boyfriend,”

“I am your boyfriend,” he reminded her.

“Can you listen to me!” she snapped, and he rubbed the back of his neck before finally saying, “fine. What do you want?”

“You agree to go out with two more candidates,”

Shaking his head violently, he said, “no, no, no. No way. I am done with all that.”

“You’ve gone on ONE DATE!!!”

“No,” he corrected. “I’ve gone on three dates, with one person.”

“Exactly!” she did not relent. “With one person. That’s not enough. Nuala is one candidate. You must go on at least two more.”

“I don’t have to do anything. I am happy where I am at–with you.”

“Mr. Night,” she began, but he waved his hand,

“Fuck off with the Mr. Night, beautiful. We are done with all that. And I am done with the matchmaking. I am matched already.”

“Do you take pride in your work?” she asked seriously.

“Obviously.”

“And just because you are friends with someone from an opposing team, would it stop you from scoring against them?”

“Probably not.”

“Well, consider me your opponent.”

“That’s not even remotely the same. Your comparison is absolute shite. You aren’t my opponent. And I am not scoring against you. I wanna score with you.”

“Two people! Is that so much to ask? If it doesn’t work out, then we know that this is real,”

“I already know that this is real. I don’t need to go on dates with random lasses to know that I’d come back to you.”

“What if you are infatuated?”

“I am infatuated. But it’s much more than that. Also, why am I gonna waste time on courting others, when I have work to do with you. You are still all shifty and weird with me.”

“Because you are my client!” she exclaimed with exasperation. “This isn’t something I’ve ever even considered doing! Let alone actually…doing it.

“And I need to know for myself that this is right for us. For me. I have to know that I am not selfishly shortchanging you.”

“You aren’t,” he insisted. “But if I must, I will go out with two more matches. No more,” he warned her sternly. “No more, Elain. I am not kidding,”

“I understand.”

“If it doesn’t work out–which it won’t–I am done and done, and I am dating you. That’s it.”

“But you have to be truthful and sincere about it. Not just say ‘no’ to them because you want to be cross and contradictory,” she added quickly.

“Fine.”

“Good.”

“But if they aren’t for me, I will be honest about that too.”

“Fine.”

Lady Morrigan Court-Hewn.

30 years old. Socialite. Handbag and jewellery designer. Graduated from St. Andrews with a degree in International Studies. A fencing champion at the university, and an accomplished equestrian. Still rides professionally.

Previously engaged to Lord Vincent Eris Autumn, son of Earl Beron Autumn. Notable previous relationships include Prince Harry, Henry Cavill and a brief fling with Ronaldo.

Hobbies: Car racing (F1), horses, fencing and wine tasting

Today

And that’s how Azriel ended up here.

‘Professional drinker’ was definitely omitted from Mor’s profile. As was, ‘expert gold digger’.

As Dev drove towards Russell Square, Azriel checked his phone.

Baron Kier Court-Hewn lost most of his fortune about ten years ago. He bred racing horses, and five of his top steeds needed to be put down due to some disease that they all got. With the death of the horses, the family fortune dwindled. That explained Mor’s ‘research’ into everyone’s finances. It wasn’t surprising that Azriel was primed for the taking.

He wouldn’t have cared about the money thing all that much–it was understandable, everyone wanted money–if she weren’t so vocal about her cunty opinions about Elain, and her calling Pinky ‘lame and legless’.

It’s been a busy week and he was feeling antsy for not having seen Elain and Pinky for four days. He set up the meeting with Mor as soon as Elain got him her information, preferring to get that out of the way. Then he had to travel to two games, and even though he wasn’t playing, he still had to attend. There was a meeting with disadvantaged youths from East London a couple of days ago, and a whole day shooting an advert for Christmas with his team.

Thankfully, it was almost holiday time.

Once Dev pulled up to the townhouse, Azriel said, “don’t wait up”.

Dev smirked and told him, “I wouldn’t think of it!”

Bracing against the cold, Azriel rushed up the stairs and banged loudly on the door. Pink’s excited barking and scratching was heard on the other side.

“What is it?” came Elain’s faint question. “Piglet, what’s going on?”

Bark-bark.

“Is it daddy?”

Fuck yeah it’s daddy!

The next moment, the door opened and Elain was smiling at him.

“Get dressed, beautiful,” Azriel ordered. “Put a hat on Pinky. We are going tree shopping!”

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Mature Rated Fics Masterlist (56)

Part 1 - Part 48 / Part 49 / Part 50 / Part 51 / Part 52 / Part 53 / Part 54 / Part 55 /

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The Parents-Hey_You (ao3) Summary: The continuation of the Star-Crossed lovers, Katniss Everdeen and Peeta Mellark, featuring the perspective of their parents. AU - modern day. The Sexy Librarian Trope: A Check Out-take-Wineredroseblossoms (ao3) Summary: She goes to him, feeling self-conscious, and wondering if she should have undone her braid. He takes her hands and squeezes gently, looking up at her with liquid black pupils behind his glasses. “Katniss,” he says, “you look so beautiful.” “Thanks,” she says, blushing. “I tried.” “You succeeded.” A sweet and cheeky outtake set between Check Out and Due Date. Katniss decides she’s ready to take the next step with Peeta. The Short Goodbye-Hey_You (ao3) Summary: Haymitch Abernathy confronts his own mortality. The Silence Breathes My Name-hotpielookedlikehotpie (ao3) Summary: This is what love is. (Peeta in between the books "The Hunger Games" and "Catching Fire.") The Weight of Attraction-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Imagine a world where a canon Katniss Everdeen is not a tiny, underfed girl. Picture her as more...substantial. Big ol' butt. A rounded belly. Broad shoulders. Tatas for days. A girl who is much like the author of this story (lol). Transport yourselves to this world, and enjoy your stay. Ties That Bond-goldspaypaint (ao3) Summary: When Katniss moves in to her shared apartment in the beginning of the semester she didn't expect the connections she'd make. Time's Up-hutchabelle (ao3) Summary: Is it ever too late for soulmates? too cold-folkookie97 (ao3) Summary: Katniss walks in on Peeta showering. Tumblr Drabbles Part Four-endlessnightlock (ao3) Summary: Currently 18 parts of drabbles Two Wrongs-JLaLa (ao3) Summary: “Katniss, you’re my best friend and I love you but seriously-marry you?” A marriage for the unmarriageable. Modern Day AU, set in San Francisco.

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There Was Heaven In Your Eyes

Pairing: Javier Peña x Reader (plus size)

Words: 4054

Notes: Still not as much Javi in this one, but it’s getting there for sure. Pablo Escobar is in this one a bit. Also I tried to stay as close to the timeline as possible but I probably overlooked a few things, sorry about that!

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Threats of Violence, Not the Best Spanish Translations, Pablo Escobar

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Chapter 2

Months went by in the blink of an eye. Turns out Luis used to talk about me to the other men working for Pablo, and would brag about his kid having a great teacher that he got to look at. Because of this glowing review, and the need to stay out of the public eye, Pablo decided to hire me as a nanny for his two children, providing me with a new identity and passport to match. He wanted to make me disappear as quickly as possible, which happened to align with my interests as well.

It was hard to wrap my head around the fact that I was not just employed by a drug cartel, but I was working directly under the boss. I knew he was not a good person, but his children were sweet. I kept my head down and focused on making sure they were cared for and his wife, Tata, was supported while I was given a roof over my head and food and clothes.

I never left the properties that we stayed at unless we had to move. It was too dangerous. There were times I hardly left the houses, which weren’t too bad but I tended to feel claustrophobic at times.

I hardly ever saw Pablo, unless he was coming to check in on his children. Usually it was just Tata, Pablo’s mother, and I using our small understanding of each other's languages to get by. I was grateful, but I still wondered if my day to day life was an improvement on how I had been living.

Finally a year passed with me working for the Escobar family. Things had started getting tense with Pablo moving us around more, which caused Tata to grow irritable. Pablo’s mother insisted that we trust him, but it was hard when I heard the men talking about different things that had been going on. I only caught some words here and there, my Spanish getting better but still not a hundred percent.

Weeks went by where I couldn’t close my eyes without seeing my life in Canada. Old friends, family members, and even better memories of my husband played out behind my eyelids like my own home movie. I yearned for some of my life to return, but knew better than to hope.

Some nights when I couldn’t sleep I found myself pulling out the folded up card I was given just over a year earlier. It was thin and frayed, the lines well worn in from being unfolded and folded back up time and time again. I didn’t need to look at the numbers anymore, having committed them to memory, but I found comfort just reading over his name at times.

Javier Peña.

I was embarrassed to admit to myself how much I fantasized about what might happen if I called him. How would his voice sound? Would I have the nerve to actually talk to him? I had only been trying to do my job, but I wondered what would have happened if I had given him the information he needed back in that classroom.

Fantasies were what kept me going as I blocked out the evidence that things were falling apart day by day. Tata’s hands shook while she did dishes, their children often asked questions that I couldn’t answer about their father, and Pablo was seen less and less.

I was outside by the pool with the kids one day when I heard some of the men talking. I couldn’t understand everything they were saying, but the words La Catedral were being said over and over again.

Tata had explained briefly to me what was going to be happening, considering things would change slightly at home. Pablo was going to prison, but one that he built. A paradise it sounded like.

Except his family would stay behind, as would I. I was grateful for that, even though I knew it would be hard for them to be apart for so long. I just didn’t want to be that close to his operations, even though I was already almost as close as you could get.

I was settling into bed one night after a long day. The children were restless, wondering why their father was leaving them, so I spent most of the day trying to raise their spirits and reassure them of their fathers love. It was hard to promise something that I didn’t quite believe, myself, but I did care for them and hated to see them be upset.

The house was quiet, as my room was just far enough that I could hear if the kids were awake but that was it. Pablo and Tata’s room was too far away for me to hear anything, luckily, but I knew they wouldn’t be asleep yet anyway. It was almost eerie how quiet everything was. There was nothing that could drown out the thoughts and worries that spun around in my head. I felt my fingers itching to reach for that card held snug in my wallet when the silence was broken.

My ears rung and my lungs filled with dust. Part of my wall was collapsed onto the floor at the foot of my bed. There had been an explosion, and I had to act fast.

I raced to the kids rooms without a second thought for my own safety. Pablo held his daughter in his arms, shielding her head with his hand and neck, his son was already with Tata who was frantic. Pablo rushed us out of harm's way and into a separate room. I helped Tata settle the children as Pablo paced back and forth.

His doctor came rushing in with Gustavo right behind him. They spoke fast between each other while the doctor checked us over, making sure we were alright.

“Fue un autobomba, desde la calle,” Gustavo told Tata. (It was a car bomb, from the street).

Without acknowledging it, we all knew that meant somebody had given him up.

I needed to get out of there.

I tried to focus on a plan, but Pablo’s men seemed to double around the house we were moved into. I couldn’t seem to catch a break, always finding somebody around the corner just watching. Even when I was alone in my room at night I had the feeling of a presence just outside my door.

It all came to a head when the family had just sat down for dinner one day. I had helped Tata prepare the meal and the table for her family before going to take a break in my room. As I was leaving I bumped into one of Pablo’s men, one I had seen many times. He paid me no mind as he rushed into the kitchen. I paused, wondering about the ghostly look that his face displayed before I heard wailing behind me. I turned and rushed back into the kitchen to find Pablo holding his mother who was in absolute shambles.

Pablo turned to me, his face more serious than I had ever seen. “Gustavo está muerto.”

Tata looked at me and I could tell I was not wanted in this intimate moment. I scurried out of the room and into mine, closing and locking the door behind me. My knees were wobbly as I made my way to my bed before I laid on my back, trying my best to keep my breathing even.

Gustavo was dead. A man who I started to believe was untouchable. Just like that, he was gone.

I couldn’t tell what I was feeling. Relief, mostly, but also worry. What was going to happen next?

The answer to my question was apparently nothing.

Pablo still went to his prison, life at home was still the same. The kids missed their father, but they still did their best to live their lives.

Tata started to allow me to leave the property just to go to the market if I ever felt I needed to. As long as I had some of Pablo’s men with me. It felt nice to finally get out a bit, but I knew I wasn’t truly free. I still had eyes on me at all times.

The family visited Pablo in Le Catedral a few times, but I stayed behind. I was never completely alone in the house, but I still felt much lighter on those days. I also found my eyes straying toward the phones, Javier’s number rolling through my mind each time I was alone. It would have been so easy to dial, listening for the sound of his voice.

I had only spoken to the man once, but something kept me hanging on. He was my last connection to the world outside of the war I was living through. I didn’t even know if he would still be on the other end of the line, or if he was still working for the DEA, or if he was even still alive.

I tried not to dwell on those thoughts and kept myself away from temptation, only worrying about preparing meals and keeping the house tidied for when they would return. I had thought about running, trying to leave, but my guilt wouldn’t let me leave the children when I could tell they were unsure of what was going on. They asked more and more questions that I couldn’t answer, but I tried to fill our days with moments of peace.

I continued each day the same, and soon the days blended together. I surrendered myself to the idea that I would never live free again. I sealed my fate the day I left home, and would live the rest of my life for others.

Things didn’t even change when I was woken up by people talking outside. I had been exhausted by the day to day steadiness and had gone to bed fairly early that night. I listened closely and could hear Pablo’s mother exclaiming. I knew in my gut what was going on.

He was home.

I left my room and walked into the kitchen where Pablo entered with his arm around Tata. He looked up and released Tata so he could stand directly in front of me, bringing his hands up to cradle each side of my face. I tried my hardest not to flinch at the warmth of his palms, remembering the last time I had felt them.

“Thank you for caring for mi familia.”

My eyes caught on the graying hair by his temples, then to the dark circles under his eyes. Clearly it had not been a paradise.

I nodded, his hands shifting against my skin. “Siempre, Pablo.” (Always, Pablo).

He smiled and lowered his hands, returning to his wife.

All was right once again for the family.

We settled back into our routines again, and I was still allowed to go out to the market once a week. I wasn’t sure who was more excited about that, me or the driver who escorted me. He usually spent most of his time flirting with one of the cashiers while he let me go about my business.

This worked out very well until one evening when I needed to grab a few things for the weekend. The kids had been wanting to help me prepare a meal for their parents and gave me a list of items to purchase. It seemed like a normal outing, but the regular cashier looked tense as soon as we walked in.

“Cariño, ¿por qué pareces tan preocupado?” Hugo, my escort, asked her. (Baby, why do you look so worried?)

“No hay razón, sólo me siento mal.” She shook her head at him while he held her hands. (No reason, just feeling off.)

I left them to talk as I worked my way down the aisles. I knew that market like the back of my hand, and especially loved the freedom that came with nobody knowing who I was.

Until I heard my name. My full name. My real name.

I immediately looked up in the direction it came from, mentally punishing myself for giving away my identity, before my eyes landed on him.

I could feel my lips part around a gasp as I laid my eyes on Javier Peña. He looked just the same as he did the day I saw him, only this time he wore a leather jacket that I had no doubt concealed another gun tucked into his pants.

“(Y/F/N),” he said again, and I hated how much I loved the way my name sounded coming from his lips, “that’s you, right?”

I drew in a shaky breath. “Lo siento, no sé de qué estás hablando,” I told him. (I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about).

He huffed a laugh, the corner of his mouth going up. “Your accent is much better than before, but you’re not fooling me, sweetheart.”

My heart was beating so loud I was sure he could hear it as he stepped closer.

He lowered his voice. “You disappeared that day. I went back to find you, but you were gone. What’ve you been up to?” His eyes shifted around us to confirm we were alone.

Before I could even think of an answer I heard yelling toward the front of the store, a gunshot, then screaming.

“Fuck,” he cursed under his breath. “Come with me, (Y/N).”

He reached out to grab my arm but I pulled back. I didn’t want to be taken again, even though I could see the understanding and care in the pools of his eyes. I shook my head at him and turned toward the footsteps rushing in our direction.

“I’m sorry,” I whispered before turning to go toward the commotion. A hand grabbed onto my arm, pulling me back toward the agent.

I could feel myself getting lost in his eyes yet again as he pulled me closer to him.

“Please,” he begged.

“I can’t, Javi.” I pulled away from him, watching his eyes darken slightly at my use of his nickname.

Another gunshot rang out, causing him to curse again and retrieve his gun. Hugo rounded the corner, gun aiming straight toward Javi, who shot toward Hugo first just barely missing him. Hugo shot again, forcing Javi to take cover before I was pulled in the line of fire. I was being used as cover for Hugo as he pulled me toward the front of the store.

“Get to the car, now,” he snarled in my ear and pushed me to the doors.

I ran as fast as I could trying to ignore the body of the cashier that laid between the cash and the exit. Her face was frozen in a look of terror, which I was sure mirrored mine.

More gunshots rang out behind me as I ducked into the back of the car. I knew the drill: keep myself tucked down between the back and front seats with my head as far down as possible.

Hugo slid into the front and sped out of the parking lot, jostling me against the seats.

“She ratted us out,” he panted as though he was still running. “La putita era una rata.” (The little whore was a rat).

We sped along twisting this way and that until we finally came to a stop. Hugo turned around as I wiggled my body up onto the seat properly.

“What did he say to you?” He asked.

I shrugged. “I don’t really know, it was all Spanish and I didn’t quite understand.”

He nodded, turning back to the front. “Okay.”

We got inside and Hugo left to talk to Pablo about what had happened. I went straight to my room and laid on my bed. After a few seconds I rolled onto my stomach, buried my face in my pillow, and cried.

I was so frustrated with myself. Once again I was given a lifeline and I didn’t take it. It would have been so easy. Instead I just froze. That’s all I had been doing ever since I moved to Colombia. However, the last time I had done the opposite was the day I had left. I was still dealing with those consequences.

Because of the incident at the market I was no longer allowed out. Pablo had been right all along, it was too risky. I was beyond frustrated with myself, the family, and the entire world, as I was once again a prisoner.

I no longer felt like I had any sense of how many days, weeks, months, had passed. Had been passing. I had grown numb to the timeline. My mornings were filled with teaching and caring for the children, my afternoons and evenings were for cooking and cleaning. I rose and set with the sun.

One evening the entire family was outside enjoying the weather after their dinner. Pablo looked over at me as I sat with his children in the shade of a tree.

“Rest, you look tired,” he said, nodding his head toward the house. He reached over and held Tata’s hand. “Lo tenemos.” (We got it).

“Gracias,” I thanked him before bidding the children goodnight. I stood and walked into the house, my feet automatically pulling me in the direction of the phone in their bedroom.

I wasn’t even thinking as I dialed the numbers. The movement felt well practiced, though I had only ever dialed that number in my head.

He picked up on the third ring.

“Agent Peña.” His voice was gruff and laced with exhaustion. I choked back a sob at the sound of it.

“Javier?” It was all I was able to say, my eyes filling with tears, my hand trembling terribly.

“Sweetheart,” he breathed the nickname out like it was a part of him.

I felt my throat constricting, unable to do more than choke on my words.

“It’s okay, respira,” he spoke calmly, helping my heart rate begin to slow down. (Breathe). “Where are you?”

“I-I don’t know,” I finally got out. “I’m with the family, but I don’t know where we are.”

Yet again I was frustrated with the way I kept my head down. I had kept it too far down, which was exactly what Pablo had wanted. The less I knew the better.

“That’s alright, we’ve got guys flying overhead,” he still kept his voice steady. “We’ll find you, lo prometo.” (I promise).

The dial tone buzzed in my ears. I looked down at the receiver to find someone had hung up. Pablo stood just behind me with a fire in his eyes that I had never seen directed toward me.

“¿Quién?” He asked. I averted my gaze. “¿Con quién hablabas?” (Who? Who were you talking to?).

“Nobody,” I lied, horribly. “Nobody, Pablo.”

He shook his head, stepping closer.

“Una vez más.” His voice laced its way into my heart, turning my blood cold. “Quién.” (One more time. Who.).

My whole body was trembling, my mouth opening and closing like a fish. If I wasn’t so scared I would’ve been embarrassed at my state.

He rushed forward, bringing his hand up to my neck and pushing me toward the wall. My head hit the surface with a thunk, making me gasp and struggle to see straight for a moment. When my eyes finally settled on the man in front of me I realized just how close he was to me. His face hovered less than an inch in front of my nose, a snarl spread on his lips. He looked like he was about to eat me alive.

“¿Crees que eres inteligente? Pequeña rata.” (You think you’re smart? You little rat).

I gasped as his grip tightened, my airway closing more and more. My breaths felt sharp as I struggled to keep my eyes open.

“No. Eres peor que una rata.” (No. You’re worse than a rat.). He let up on my throat, allowing me to take in more air. Just enough that he could keep my attention. “Eres un traidor.” (You’re a traitor.).

“P-Pablo,” I sputtered, barely getting any sound out, “por favor.”

He turned his head to the side and spit at my feet. I cringed at the sound, and closed my eyes.

“Mìrame,” he demanded. (Look at me.).

I obeyed, opening my eyes as he cocked the gun that now rested against my temple.

“¿Crees que alguien más te protegerá? ¿Después de todo lo que hemos hecho? Debería matarte…” he trailed off, lowering the gun and letting go of my throat. (Do you think anyone will protect you? After everything we’ve done for you? I should kill you…).

I dropped to my knees, my hands rushing to my throat while I coughed and gasped. The ground felt as though it was moving under me. Pablo knelt down to look at me face to face once more.

“¿Cómo pudiste hacerlo? ¿A la familia? ¿A los niños?” (How could you do this to us? To the family? To the children?). I choked back a sob. “¿Crees que no entrarán aquí con sus malditas armas? Los matarán. They’ll kill my children.” (Do you think they won’t come in here with their fucking guns? They’ll kill them.).

I was fully sobbing, shaking my head back and forth. “Lo siento, Pablo. I don’t want the children getting hurt.” (I’m sorry, Pablo.). My throat felt raw, the words coming out raspy.

My translations weren’t coming as easy as they had been, but I got the gist of what he was saying. It was my fault that his children would be getting hurt. I dug their graves with my bare hands and stupid decisions.

“¿Quieres ser una rata? Muy bien. You’ll live like one.” (You want to be a rat? Fine.). He stood back to his full height and tucked his gun into the back of his pants. “Ya verás lo que pasa cuando se den cuenta de que eres un inútil. Fucking useless.” (You’ll see what they do when they realize you’re useless.).

He spit on the floor once more, just missing me, and turned to leave. Before walking out of the door he looked at me.

“You’ll live out the rest of your life in fear. You’re a disgrace.” He growled, reaching into his pocket and throwing something on the floor. Then he walked away.

I sat on the floor trying to catch my breath and calm my nerves. A sharp pain drove through my skull when I laid my head on the wall behind me, causing me to hiss. After a few minutes I finally stood and made my way to the object on the floor. I gasped when I realized it was the card with Javier’s info on it. I felt so stupid thinking I could keep that from Pablo.

I ran to the front of the house, just in time to see Pablo in the backseat of a car with his family, all of their eyes on me. My heart cracked as I looked into the eyes of his children. I truly did care for them. They were innocent, stuck with the roles they were born into.

Pablo shook his head, disappointment clear on his features, as they drove away into the setting sun. One of his men was still lingering in his vehicle as the rest drove away. He leaned out his window and whistled for my attention.

“¡Eh, puta! If any of us see your face, you’re fucked!” He raised his gun out of his window and shot once into the sky. I flinched with the sound, and watched him drive off, cackling.

It was obvious that Pablo had been ready. He knew that I was cracking, probably knew my plans for weeks, if not months, depending on when he found that card. I had it just the night before but he could’ve gone through my things at any point. His family had been packed away into the car with their necessary belongings while he had been catching me.

I ran back to the phone and lifted it to my ear. Nothing. They had cut the lines.

“Fuck!” I shouted, throwing the phone against the wall I had been held against. I watched it shatter into pieces and rain onto the floor.

I was truly alone.

#javi peña #javier peña #javier pena fanfiction #javier pena x plus size reader #javier pena fic #javier pena x reader

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shannara810 · 8 months ago

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Lukercy and their babies:

Percy: ok you guys have hold hands now ok?

Lulu: ok papa*😇👼*

Luke holding Nemos hand who keeps jumping in puddles

Luke: "Never been happier you're waterproof, Perce. And that the kids take after you 😁."

Percy: "Don't I know this 😏."

Nemo: "Ohhhh, Tata look! What's that?"

The kid let go of his father’s hand and bent down to observe something in a puddle of water nearby. A strange long black string moved slowly in wide circles. Suddenly it stopped: it rose on his willowy body to observe the young boy with its smart yellow eyes.

Nemo: "Hi! My name's Nemo Jackson-Milligan. What's yours?"

...

Nemo: "Really? I didn't know they existed! And they left you here? Baaaaadddddd!"

...

Nemo: "Do you want to come home with me? I'm sure Tata can smite them for you! He can make monsters too, you know?"

...

Nemo: "Okay 😁".

The long black string - close up, it looked more like a water snake - began to crawl towards Nemo, rolling up on the offered arm until it settled placid on the child’s shoulders.

Nemo: "Tata, Papàs!!! I made a friend!!! Can he live with us?"

Percy: "The fu... dge!!! 😳"

Luke: "Sure!"

Percy: "LUKE!!!"

Nemo: "His mama left him here, because he didn't want to kill some dude named Thoro? And he has been alone ever since! His name is Jur... Jor... I'm going to name him Juju 😁."

Percy: "Why do I feel like this is gonna bite us in the ass?" *facepalm* "You can't take home every animal you find, baby. They can be dangerous."

Luke: "It's a water snake, Percy. They're harmless 🤷. And every kid needs a pet sooner or later."

Percy: "Mmm. Never heard of Lord Voldemort, right Luke? 😑"

Lee: "Juju looks a lot like the giant snake from Uncle Raphi's book 🤔."

Percy: "Which giant snake, Lulu?"

Lee: "The one who hugs the world! 😁"

Percy: "WHAT?!"

Luke: "Jormungandr?"

Lee: "Yes!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶".

Nemo: "You're sooooo smart, Tata! You can say Juju's whole name!"

Percy: "Did our son just find a fucking monster snake?!"

Luke: "Uhhh 😶."

Juju: "Greetingsssssss Lord Darknesssss and lady wife 🐍".

Percy: "I. AM. A. MAN!"

Luke: "That's not what you said last night, babe 😁. Greetings, mighty Jormungandr. I hope you understand how our hospitality is not for free. Should something happen to one of my boys, I won't hesitate to destroy you 😠."

Juju: "I will keep thisssss in mind, Lord Darknesssss. I've heard frightening and amazzzzzing thingssss about you and your nesssssst of young beassssstssss 🐍".

Luke: "Oh! You hear that, Perce? We have a street creed now 😁."

Nemo&Lee: "Can we keep him, Papàs pleaseeeeeee? 🥺"

Juju: "Yesssss, pleassssseeee 🐍."

Percy: "Luke, we don’t even know what a giant snake eats!"

Luke: "He can eat all those pests your uncle Zeus sends us every week 😉."

Percy: "Three against one is unfair 😑. Okay he can stay, but I won't clean his mess! Do you understand me, boys? 😑".

Nemo&Lee: "Yeah!!! 🎉"

Juju: "I will earn your ressssspect, Lady Percy 🐍".

Percy: "I AM A MAN!!!"

And again this drabble got out of hand, @darkcrowprincess 😅

#percy jackson #luke milligan #spn au #lukercy #perluke #crossover #original monster babies🌊🗡️#otp: doomed by the narrative 🗡️🌊#jormundgandr

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lesbolordo · 1 year ago

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G'day r u aight ? Cuz I'm not.

The Hogwarts Legacy fandom lacks something. Very much.

Where the fuck are my genderbent meow meows ??? I want to see Seb with big tatas and Ominis with pretty nice thighs in witch I can die between-

I want to see Poppy as a cute beast lover boy and Imelda as a hot Quidditch player wtf ?

Urh, so much potential wasted 😔

Anyway I tried genderbending Sebinis thinking about that.

I made several headcanons about them because I have nothing to do with my life but think about Women.

Sebastian :

If Sebastian was a girl, I'd have no name for her. Really. What is the female version of Sebastian ? Urh.

Anyway, if she was a girl Anne would be a boy, obviously.

I feel like Sebby would be a chubby-buff girl. She's strong in all third ways : Is a bit round and could beat your ass with and without magic.

She was very close to her dad and so she hates Solomon even more after her parents die.

I feel like one summer she suddenly got curves and took some weight and Solomon -being Solomon- was too awkward to ask her her new size of clothes so he just tried something : spoilers, all of her clothes are too small but she doesn't seem to care much and since she only hangs out with Ominis -blind mf- nobody really tells her that her shirt is begging for help, threatened by her big tatas.

Honestly, girl or boy, Sebastian would beat your ass -or try to. He's not one to differentiate boys from girls after all.

Often deemed unladylike, "behaves like a boy". She doesn't care, she never will, move on.

She's self conscious about her height -even Masc! Seb is to me- and so she lies about being 160 cms tall when she actually is 159 cms tall. I see some Poppy inside of her, small but feisty... I think that these two would be friends, boy or girl.

"Fuck around find out."

Hates dresses. Unpractical. Ugly. She will wear dresses only for Ominis. End of the discussion.

What is going on with her hair ? No one knows. Legend has i that in the morning if you pay enough attention, you can hear the birds that accidentally got caught in it

She'd wear the boys uniform.

Ominis :

Even as a girl Ominis is the mom friend. Always looks worried and tired, but don't worry she could very well beat your ass if she wanted to.

Unlike Sebastian she comes from an aristocratic family and so she behaves "properly" for a lady, but only because it's the only thing her parents await from her : As a woman she is deemed less important -Ominis hates it- but at the same time they leave her alone most of the time.

I do not have a name for Fem!Ominis but she could step on me either way.

Fabulous lashes™️.

She may be taller, but only because all of her damn curves went into her height : flat as a wall, no ass, and very much thin like her masc version. Her depression may be chronic, but her ass is microscopic.

Speaks well, could end your career with words, won't be afraid to do so. But don't you dare bring your fists to the fight, because Sebastian is always behind to save Ominis from breaking a nail -and committing murder.

Pretty hair in appearance, but do not touch it. Under. Any. Circonstances. I'll let you ponder why. Her mother loves to put ugly hats or accessories in her hair, Ominis hates it but apparently Sebastian finds it funny and pretty, so she leaves it on. Being blind, she learned very early one way to style her hair and now she ALWAYS uses it. Because she doesn't know any better.

Long elegant pianist fingers, just like her boy version. Can and will use them to either hurt you or make Sebastian cu- Cuts her nails short. More like Sebastian does it, Ominis lies saying that she can't see she can't do it herself -Sebastian believes it.

Doesn't mind dresses. Prefers comfortable clothes, may be girls or boys.

"God let me live another day. And I'm about to cry about it."

She's tall -both for a girl and a boy- but she knows Sebastian is self-conscious about her height so they don't talk about it.

She'd wear the girl's uniform.

Now that I'm done please do give me genderbent! HLC. Especially Fem! Versions because I love women.

Thank you for coming to my Ted Talk.

#hogwarts legacy headcanons #ominis gaunt #ominis gaunt headcanon #sebinis #gauntlow #sebastian x ominis #sebastian sallow #sebastian sallow headcanons #fem!ominis gaunt #fem!sebastian sallow #hogwarts legacy

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aki-draws-things · 1 year ago

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They got me upset at work, so I...scribbled a bit of sad. (Cause yes, I was angry, but angry me gets really emotional and I have no control over that.) (Yes i tried not to cry writing... barely succeeded, just barely.)

(Also, Jake thinking his nightmare was a prediction of the future is the same of me having dreams connected to bad things happening to very close family members. It happened before, different times)

@oh-surprise-its-me

Jake is 15 when he gets in a bit too much trouble. Police involved kind of trouble. The kind of trouble that could keep him off of USNA even.

Obviously they get him out of trouble, but, Ron is angry this time. It's 5 days before he and Tom are deployed again. Chris won't be able to protect him that way, he grounds Jake. Because yes, he is pissed. His kid could've jeopardized his own future, was it worth?! He thought they raised him better, he thought HE raised him better.

But Jake is 15, and he's angry at the world. And his dads are going to miss yet another birthday. Sure he understand their sacrifices, he wants to follow their footsteps after all, but he's still angry somehow. And maybe craves more of their attention, despite knowing they love him more than life itself. He's just so, so angry at papa because it was papa who grounded him.

So he just burst. He yells at him all the anger he has, he says things he never thought of even think, things he never wanted to say, hints he doesn't really think. He says them anyway and locks himself in his room.

He doesn't say bye when they leave. He waves at Tata, but that's all. No begging to get back safe, no good luck and stay safe. Just a wave.

Fuck. It breaks Ron's heart so much. His chickie said that he's not his father. He doesn't have his name, and if anything, he would take Tata's name anyway. He doesn't have his blood. Even though Ron was the only one between them who could give him blood when Jake needed it when he was a toddler. Jake said he doesn't love him that much either.

He knows he was just angry, he was crying when he yelled it.

Chris tried to talk to Jake, to have him apologize, at least before deployment. Jake knows, he can see the hurt in his Papa's eyes, but fuck, he can hold a grudge.

Yup. No good luck hug and kiss.

Ron tells Chris to give him a kiss from them every time he calls. Jake is not that angry anymore, but he's stubborn, just like them all. Especially Ron.

One time Ron doesnt call. Busy, they think, it's okay. Come on, they're navy.

But he doesn't call the following day either, or the one after. Or after. He skips 2 whole weeks and so does Tom. Chris tries not to think anything of it. He tries not to show.

Jake wakes up one night screaming at the top of his lungs, like he's in actual, physical pain, he cries, sobs. Chris runs to him so fast he almost trips over Ron's dog, a big mixed breed he found in the side of the road and who apparently only really loves ron, Tokyo. He believes his son is hurt.

Jake keeps sobbing when Chris gets to him, checks him all over, holds him tight. And calls for papa in the most desperate way. It takes almost two hours, and now a killer headache, for Jake to tell him he had a nightmare where Ron got shot down and he's found dead. All because he sent them anyway without a hug.

Chris calls Holly and wolf, he asks them for help, asks them to see why ron and tom went suddenly on radio silence for this long, see if they're okay. Jake is deadly sure they're not okay.

Ron was actually shot down. Left stranded. Took them a while to find him, he's alive though, unlike Jake's nightmare, barely but he's alive.

Broken ribs, one leg, a wrist and badly concussed. Bleeding. Cold.

Tom never called because he was searching for him and couldn't think of anything at all but to find Ron and get him home.

He's moved to a ground base hospital, Chris packs a few things, grabs Jake and flies there.

Ron's sedated when they get there, they had to take some extra scans, check that there's no bleeding in the brain. Jake freezes, he trembles, he breaks in their arms and cries. He's scared how close his own nightmare came to be real. He's terrified that they found papa when he had that nightmare, like he predicted it somehow.

He knows he's not a little kid anymore, but curls up in the bed, careful of all the injuries.

They don't know when he'll wake up, scans show nothing so it's just a waiting game now, they say he'll wake up when his body will be stronger.

Jake keeps having terrible nightmares until ron open his eyes again. (After too, just less terrible, only bad.)

#ron slider Kerner #tom iceman Kazansky #chris seresin #jake hangman seresin #slider is jake’s dad #tom x ron x chris #teen jake gets angry. shit happens #top gun fanfic #aki writes

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squishysoftmonsters · 1 year ago

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If your girlfriend doesnt have massive goods..she's not for you.

If your girlfiend doesnt have huge tatas that swing when she struts..That's a no dawg.

If your girlfriend doesnt have a long tongue to tease my flesh button and get all in me until I see the print wiggling around. Imma have to pass.

If your girlfiend lacks massive cakes that she could shake when she sits on my face.. On to the next.

No wings teeth hooves tentacles or claws..Nah..thats not how I roll.

If she doesnt have a thicc waist to thrust with a strap until I forget my name and the year..well Imma have to search elsewhere.

I need massive udders to suck on and pull.. If your gf lacks that,there's a problem.

If the place don't shake when she's running around,chasing my heat scent..Were gonna move on.

If I don't hear otherworldly sounds when getting both holes stretched out like a thong..then gf is not big enough.

If my girlfriend can't eat me up voraciously with a monstrous mouth,then we're done here..

IF YOUR GIRLFRIEND IS NONE OF THESE,DUMP HER💚

#monster fucker #squishylovers #hornyposting #monster fuqqer #smut meme

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dearweirdme · 8 months ago

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Full disclaimer but this is gonna be a whole ass rant because I'm tired of the fact that even in the year 2024, people are still trying to shut us up when we call out HYBE and/or 0T7 fandom fuckery towards Taehyung.

Geffen, whose main fuckin usefulness is promotion, didn't even post for TWO whole fuckin days after Layover's release. HYBE had two months notice of estimated pre-order numbers from VBar and still managed to 'run out of stock' and couldn't fulfil the order that would legitimise him breaking and exceeding the record---then they tried to shift the blame to VBar, Taehyung's biggest fanbase and main solo support 😏, to the point where she had to show her receipts proving they had advanced notice of sale numbers with plenty of time to fulfil them.

Did we not all see those petty ass moments, even in the past, where staff bought ice creams for every member besides Taehyung so Namjoon had to share his own with him so he wouldn't be left out?

Or how about the fact that when a member's name is missed out in listings and promotional ads, most of the time it's Tae's? (With Jin also being treated in a similar fashion because I know some MF gonna pull the same old whataboutism on that)

Or how about the fact that the biggest group fanbases feel so comfortable with his mistreatment that they do it themselves openly, like posting BTS GROUP photos where he isn't even there, or posting BTS solo album photos where Layover isn't even there or even openly gloating about the fact that they screwed with his merch counts?

They make their derision so blatant and despise hin so clearly but 0t7 'fans' still wanna roll out in droves to defend their asses when they stay making 'mistakes' and those 'mistakes' coincidentally stay fucking Tae over

Who do y'all think these losers are taking their lead from?

Maybe it's the same company that in one of the festas gave all of the members fortune slips and only Taehyung's was used to shit on him; warning him that if that if didn't beat to HYBE's drum terrible things would happen to his career and his future would be dire?

Yes, all members have moments of shitty treatment from fans and the company but there is a CLEAR double standard on the fandom when it comes to Taehyung. The big '0T7' accounts do not move for Tae the same way they do for others and way too many are actively working against him and they get away with it because that's the line that has been normalised by HYBE.

Go look at any comment praising Taehyung specifically and damn near guaranteed that you'll find @0T7Becky underneath it talking about how we gotta praise all the guys all at once---at a rate that doesn't happen when it's the other guys getting singular praise.

Maybe we can even take a look at official content like Run eps where editors run a consistent 'joke' of Taehyung being dumb or selfish or how about the way they tooks shots at him through Tata or in one of their shitty games?

This shit is there to see and it speaks for itself but people still want to play dumb make their false equivalence and use whataboutism to shut down any discussion of it.

Anyone who says they're active on Twitter or in these fandoms, especially those who have been fans for a while, and doesn't see or remember the difference in how Tae is treated by the company and the fans is straight up lying. 400+ antis were exposed forming a group chat to hate on Taehyung and the 0T7 fandom was 🙈🙉🙊 Its not just a couple of haters talking shit; it's actual campaigns against him; ignored, enabled and even helped by the accounts that are supposed to be representing the fandom and sharing info.

One of the other members wear a hat with braids and the fandom wants to close ranks and protect them. Taehyung wears a durag and all of a sudden we're taking a 'let's spotlight that shit and correct his behavior' stance?

Like, yeah, maybe we should be letting the guys know what's up but there's no damn consistency and the collective only want a call to action if it means shitting on Taehyung.

How many times does Taehyung have to make his 'fuck you' policy towards the company clear before we actually listen to him? Not long ago, he pretty much told us that the only reason he re-signed was for the guys. It was outta his own mouth that he implied that HYBE was an 'aint shit' company.

Something in the water is obviously not clean when it comes to Taehyung's relationship with HYBE and it hasn't been for a while.

There's a reason he has so many solo stans and it's because these people have been pointing out the weird behavior towards him for a while and they've been shut down and shut up with any mention of HYBEs passive aggressive behavior towards him for years and the fact that the 0T7 fandom suddenly take a collective leave of absence when it comes to defending him, promoting him or hyping him.

So I'm not here for any motherfuckin complaints or comparisons when this fandom has operated for YEARS on a policy that Taehyung needs to be punished, held back and deserves to eat shit because at one point he was, according to them, getting too much attention, making too many famous friends (yeah, this shit really took off after Hwarang. They didn't like that Tae was being 'singled out' for acting roles) and they 'had to make it fair'

I'm sure there'll be some wanting to play delusional in response to thise but if you look for it you can find whole ass complications of how shitty HYBE has been towards Taehyung in particular and Jin. Their mistreatment towards Jin has been dismissive and disregarding. With Tae its headed towards pettiness and spite (coincidently the two members known for being the most stubborn and assertive with the company seem to be treated worse. Funny, right? but people still wanna say there's no smoke or no fire 😏)

The difference being that it's not only HYBE who treat Taehyung like shit.

You can find screenshot after screenshot of '0t7' accounts repeatedly 'apologising' and getting passes for making the same 'mistake' 20 fuckin times over and it's always about Taehyung.

Hi anon!

You put quite some time and effort and heart into this, so that’s why I’m posting this.. and also because I do agree with parts of your ask. I’m gonna cut the conversation short after this though, because from experience I know my asks are gonna be vile and messy 😑.

#tae solo #fandom shenanigans #i’m not gonna be posting more on this #so don’t sent me stuff on this topic #because it’s gonna be a back and forth with no end

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Drake's Perfect Day: A Bad Romance One-Shot

Series: Bad Romance Continues

Original Series: Bad Romance

Fandom: The Royal Romance/The Royal Heir

Pairings for series: Riley x Liam x Max, Riley x Drake, Riley x Rashad

Pairing for this chapter: Riley x Drake

Rating: Teen

Warnings for this chapter: None, this is all fluff

Word Count: 2,331

A/N: New content created specifically for Drake Walker Appreciation Week 2023 Day 6: Drake as a husband and father. @drake-walker-appreciation

A/N2: This takes place immediately after Drake's Amazon Cart. As in he walks from his office at the end of that one and into the royal suite at the beginning of this one.

A/N3: Tata means daddy. Liam is daddy, Drake is tata and Max is papa.

My other stuff: Master List.

Ask Drake Walker what his perfect day looked like, and he’d tell you that any day that included Riley was it. But if he were being completely honest, his favorite moments with her were the ones they got to spend alone.

He loved Liam and though he’d never admit it, over the years, he’d come to feel the same way about Max. Liam got him in a way most people couldn’t, and Max went out of his way to show affection in little things, like making his BLT exactly the way he liked it. He looked forward to seeing both of them at the end of the day, catching up with Liam over drinks, planning outings for the kids with Max, and tag-teaming bedtime with all of them. He loved the family they had built together. He was proud of it, even.

They functioned well as a unit and his initial reservations about the nature of his relationship with Riley were long gone. He loved her. He was secure in her love for him, but that didn’t mean he never got jealous. That didn’t mean he never felt possessive. As Riley liked to remind him, there was no magical poly dust that made people in these types of relationships immune to normal human emotions. It was how you worked through them that mattered. And they had all come such a long way since their respective relationships had been forged in fire and marinated in toxic waste. It was a testament to the strength of their love as far as he was concerned. All of them.

But, while he loved Liam and Max, the moments he got to spend with Riley without them were special to him. Unlike the other three members of their quad, Drake wasn’t in love with anyone else, there was only Riley for him. Because she understood that Riley always made sure to carve out one on one time with him no matter what else was going on in their lives. Her responsiveness to his emotional needs, often expressed imperfectly, made him love her all the more.

This weekend they were taking the kids to the cabin, just the two of them and he was over the moon excited to do all his favorite things with them. He had the entire weekend planned.

“I’m going to catch a bigger fish than Ellie!” Xander greeted him at the door of the royal suite as he entered.

“Is that so?” Drake laughed as he knelt down to get on eye level with the exuberant six-year-old and opened his arms for a hug.

“Tata!” Three-year-old Jax was a blur as he barreled into Drake, heedless of Xander being in the way.

Drake quickly shifted so that he was hugging Xander on his right side while catching Jax on his left, “Hey there buddy! Slow down!”

“Xander is not going to catch the biggest fish! I am!” Nine-year-old crown princess Eleanor stated as she waited patiently for the boys to move so she could get her hug.

“Daddy says he has faith in me!” Xander told her as he traded places with her.

“Daddy says that to all of us,” Eleanor replied with a shake of her curls.

“Daddy says that all of you because he has faith in all of you! And so do I! Don’t worry, there’s plenty of fish for everyone!” Drake told them as he stood up, taking Jax with him, “Isn’t that right, buddy?”

Jax fixed him with a deathly glare as he responded, “My name’s not buddy!”

Drake was still roaring with laughter when Riley walked in the room, nine-month-old Jace on her hip, “What’s so funny?”

Jace saw Drake and started struggling to get to him.

“Your son!” Drake answered as he placed Jax on the floor and took Jace from his mother.

“You’ll have to be more specific,” she smirked at him.

“Jax just informed me that his name isn’t buddy!”

“Ah, yes!” Riley tittered, “Earlier today I called him son and he refused to answer me. Apparently, he only responds to his literal name now.”

“He gets that from you,” Drake told her as he moved Jace to the side so he could lean over and place a kiss on her lips.

“The stubborn streak? Really? Mr. it’s not time for a pee break?”

Drake sighed, “This again? I swear one of you brings this up every three months! When are you guys going to let it go? I said I was sorry a million times!”

“I’m just saying…Max asked you to pull over. I asked you to pull over. Liam asked you to pull over, but you were insistent that it wasn’t time for a pit stop. As if Max could control when he had to pee.”

“We were on a schedule!”

“We were late anyway, weren’t we?”

“It’s not my fault he chugged the entire bottle of Gatorade!”

“You told him to pee in a bottle!”

“I meant an empty bottle! I didn’t tell him he had to drink the entire contents in one go! He could have dumped it out the window!”

Max started peeing in the bottle but the sweet relief was short-lived as the twenty ounces of ice-cold liquid he had consumed in under twenty seconds reversed directions. He released the bottle as he tried to get the window down, but it was too late. Bright orange Gatorade vomit spewed all over the backseat of the car as the bottle of pee hit the floorboard, the contents gurgling out.

“You could have just pulled over.”

“Okay, Mrs. I’m not in labor!” He scoffed.

“To be fair-“

“To be fair you gave birth, very publicly, at Disneyland because you refused to admit you were in labor! I believe you bit my head off for suggesting you sit down and rest!”

“What are you trying to say, Walker?”

“All I’m saying is that all these kids are stubborn. Whose DNA do they all have in common? You can’t blame us!”

“Yes, well, I can’t be all bad, I put up with all of you, don’t I?”

“That you do, baby, that you do,” he leaned in and kissed her again as he transferred Jace who had decided he was done with tata and wanted mama back.

Glancing around at the piles of suitcases, he asked, “What’s with all the luggage? I thought you kept clothes for everybody at the cabin.”

“I do, but the kids have outgrown everything since the last time we were there!”

“Already?” Drake whistled, “damn, they grow fast!”

“This is news to you?” She rolled her eyes, but she laughed.

“No, it’s not news, but it still always amazes me!” Even though their eldest child was nine years old, the wonder of it had not worn off.

Drake Walker had never thought he would be, nor had he wanted to be, a father. He had been convinced he would be horrible at it. Right up until that fuzzy pink blanket wrapped miracle had been placed in his arms. As he stared down into her face, his entire world had shifted on its axis, and he had known that his life had irrevocably changed.

Her DNA didn’t matter, she was as much his daughter as she was Liam’s. She was the perfect mixture of the two people he loved most in the world. He had shocked himself at the ease with which he took to diapering, late-night feedings, and lullabies. Celebrating first words and first steps became more thrilling than any contest he’d ever won, even the shooting competitions that showcased his marksman’s abilities. He had never gotten over the wonder of seeing the world through her eyes as she experienced everything for the first time. Something that had been repeated with each child in turn.

He marveled at their differences as he loaded them into the custom-made nondescript armor-plated minivan they used when they traveled as a family. While the tiny princess was a perfect mixture of both Riley and Liam, Xander was the spitting image of his father, a carbon copy of the king. Jax looked so much like Drake himself that he was shocked no one had ever leveled an accusation of illegitimacy at the queen. Jace looked enough like Riley to forestall such allegations, the curly russet brown hair could have come from her, but the cobalt blue eyes screamed that he was a Beaumont to anyone paying close enough attention.

He ushered Ellie and Xander into the third row then fastened Jace into his car seat as Riley fought to get Jax into his. “Here you go, buddy!” He handed Jace a teether and then made his way around the vehicle to take over for Riley.

“Here, babe, I’ve got it,” he chuckled as Riley threw her hands up in the air, “Thank God! I told you….stubborn!”

“Hey, Jax, you want to go see the lake?”

The boy stopped struggling as he regarded his father’s face, “Lake?”

“Yes, remember the cabin?”

Jax nodded enthusiastically, “Want lake!”

“Okay, buddy!” Drake laughed, “We’ll go to the cabin and see the lake, but you have to let me buckle you in first!”

“My name’s not buddy!” Jax declared, but he allowed himself to be strapped in.

“Sorry about that bud-Jax.” Drake tousled his hair then turned to Riley with a triumphant grin, “Look at that!”

“I told him those exact same things and he didn’t listen to me!” Riley complained.

“It’s the special tata touch!” He told her.

“Oh, whatever,” she scoffed.

“Can’t argue with the results, can you?” He gave her that charming, boyish grin that belied how devilish he could be.

“I guess I can’t,” she conceded as she looped her arms around his neck and tipped her head back to smile up at him.

His arms encircled her as he pulled her closer, “You better stop all of that or we’re going to have to go back upstairs!”

“Stop what? I was just giving you a hug!” She pushed away from him.

“Uh-huh,” he swatted her on the backside as she climbed into the second row with the little ones.

“Ready to go, sir?” The driver asked.

“Yes,” Drake answered then he motioned to the guards that would be following them in an SUV, “Let’s roll out!” before hoisting himself into the passenger seat where he could survey the road, see all the kids in the back and keep an eye on the vehicle following them as well as the one escorting them.

There was never any reason to skimp on security.

An hour later they rolled through the gate at the top of the property. Since Riley had become queen, security had been updated at Drake’s lakeside cabin. Not many people knew it even existed, but again, there was never any reason to skimp on security. Not when the stakes were so high, he ruminated as he turned in his seat and took in the precious cargo in the back of the van.

The van came to a stop and kids poured out of both doors, laughing and squealing with delight as they raced up and down the porch steps, darted along the lake’s edge, and climbed over the picnic tables.

“Tata, look!” Xander proudly held up a frog for inspection.

Drake squatted down to get a closer look, “Wow, that’s really cool, Xan! Don’t squeeze him too tight and let him go when you’re done saying hi, okay?”

“Okay!” He agreed before thrusting the frog up at his mother, “See my frog?”

“Very cool,” Riley agreed, “Don’t forget to wash your hands when you’re done.”

“Hey,” Drake stood up as Xander rushed back to his siblings. Drawing Riley into his arms, he told her, “Thank you.”

“For what? I haven’t done anything!”

“No, I mean, yes, you have, actually. I know I don’t say it often but thank you, Riley, for everything. That’s what you’ve given me, literally everything! Your love, these kids, our family. I never thought I’d have a place where I belonged. A family I belonged to.”

“Ah, squishy,” her hand caressed his face, “I’m the lucky one, and the fact that you don’t see that proves it! You’re amazing and you don’t have to say what you feel. You show it, a million times a day in a million little ways.”

He had no idea how to verbally express what she meant to him, so he poured it all into a long, slow, lingering kiss instead.

Riley recognized that she had put him through a lot, that Max annoyed him on a daily basis and that he poured every ounce of love he had into their children equally, including those that weren’t biologically his. She knew that out of all of them, he had struggled the most to build the relationship, the family, and the life they now had. Since the moment he’d come back from Texas and declared his intention to make things work, he had never once wavered, never backed down, and never expressed an iota of regret. He had stood steadfastly by her side through everything life had thrown at them.

When they finally came up for air, she sighed with happiness as she spun in his arms, leaning back against his chest to watch their children play, “I’m glad we came. I know you’re excited about all your plans for tomorrow. I hope it’s perfect. You deserve it.”

His arms tightened around her as he buried his nose in her hair, “Everything’s already perfect.”

Life couldn’t possibly be any better than it was in that moment. It was everything he had never known he needed, everything he had been afraid to want. He was standing on the land his father left him, watching his children play, holding the woman he loved in his arms. He had peace in his soul and a quietness at his center that he’d never known before she’d come along and put it there.

Things really were great.

All Things TRR:

@nestledonthaveone @karahalloway @tessa-liam @belencha77 @lovingchoices14

@21-wishes @secretaryunpaid @lunaseasblog @princessleac1 @bebepac

@emersyn-in-cordonia @walkerdrakewalker @73geenalove @sillydg @twinkle-320

@queen-arabella-of-cordonia @tinkie1973 @differenttyphoonwerewolf @jared2612 @mainstreetreader

@amandablink @harleybeaumont @xpandass420x @ladyangel70 @twinkleallnight

@dcbbw @indiacater @queenmiarys @phoenixrising0308 @gabesmommie1130

@kingliam2019 @3pawandme @bascmve01 @hollygirl1269 @ohmyeightpastlives @choicesficwriterscreations

#bad romance #trr au #trr poly #drake walker #drake x mc #dwaw #drake walker appreciation #choices fic writers creations #cfwc fics of the week

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kiestrokes · 4 months ago

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🪐 🧩 🍄

Hello Sunshine,

🪐 ⇢ name three good things going on in your life right now 1. (why is this the hardest fucking question) one of my close friends just moved back to the area (we haven't seen each other in person since her wedding in 2018) 2. so many comebacks we have no room to even breathe 3. I made it to 30? Honestly didn't think that would happen 😅

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately? Dad!Fics 😬 I love kids, but I don't want any human ones of my own. So it's hard for me to be interested in reading.

🍄 ⇢ share a head canon for one of your favourite ships or pairings oh shit, this is actually kind of hard. we all know my fave pairings in the kpop world are yoonmin, hyunbin and minsung...but...hear me out (and this is your fault for those tae photos):

TaeGi - painfully straight (or so it appears) college playboy Kim Taehyung, talented football jock and even more talented artist, (like who tf wrote this man, Shakespeare?) catches a rare sight of the infamous Min Yoongi, their schools stoic shooting guard at a party one night and can't look away. His hair a faded mint green, chatting animatedly with Jung Hoseok. All Taehyung can fixate on are those pretty hands, adorned with rings and wondering how the cool metal would feel around his throat. Taehyung's best friend, and platonic soulmate nudges his shoulder, "Careful Tata, one would think you're into our bisexual basketball captain." Without looking at Jimin, Taehyung's hand crinkles the red solo cup as he downs the rest of his drink. "So, what if I am." Jimin laughs, "Min Yoongi doesn't fucking newbies or closeted gays." Taehyung lets out a raspy hum, "we'll see about that Jiminie." Jimin's eyes flicker mischievously to Taehyung, "is that a wage for a bet?" Taehyung finally tears his eyes away from the green haired man. "You're on."

okkkk byeee!

Send me an emoji ask!

#the sun to my mars #cards against humani kie #taegi #now watch me wip

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oh-surprise-its-me · 1 year ago

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How did Jake meet Javy in the ER Nurse!Jake? And how would Javy react to Jake’s dad being like super important Navy officers?

Omg darling let me tell you I flipped on my country playlist and started writing like a crazy person-

Jake can’t wait to be done. He’s seen too many idiots tonight as it is. If one more girl tries to hit on him by holding his hand he’s going to cut his hand off.

Kidding. He needs that too much.

Oh the joys of working New Year’s Eve.

“We got Navy boys comin in Jake!”

Jake stares after Milo. God he hates how happy the man is. Wants to strangle him. He wants to be at home with his dads on the couch with their dogs.

There’s a pretty man in uniform sitting in the bed when Jake makes it over to them. “How y’all doin tonight. How intoxicated are you.” The man blinks at him, “not at all?”

Jake laughs. He flips the chart, “you’re telling me your foot got ran over and you were entirely sober. And that those aren’t firework burns on your friends fingers. Mr. Machado” Jake tags the name on the end because if he gets written up one more time for that he’s genuinely going to quit and take his dads offer of working at the garage.

“He’s sober. You’re right there’s firework burns on me but we’re all sober. Promise.” Jake stares at the woman. “Ma’am sit. I’ll get you burn cream and look at Mr Mach-” “Javy. Call me Javy.” Jake nods. “Alright. Look at Javy’s foot.” Jake gets a blinding grin in response. He steps away for a second to see the two of them start talking. Jake swears he knows the man. But has no reason to. He doesn’t fuck Navy guys.

Once Jake has determined Javy hadn’t broken his foot and the woman, Leah, doesn’t have any permanent damage he tells them they’re allowed to go. “Nice seeing y’all. Stay safe tonight.”

Javy stares after Jake for a second, “you’re gonna think I’m crazy but let me do this.” “Jake?” Jake spins in place. He looks back at the two of them. “Yeah?” Javy runs a hand across the back of his neck, “this is gonna sound weird. Did you grow up in Roseville Texas?” Jake stares at Javy. If he has a stalker his dads are going to kill him.

Jesus.

“Yeah? But we moved away when I was young. My dads got transferred out here. Flew back every summer though.” Javy nods. “This is going to sound even crazier. You didn’t happen to have a dog named Cricket did you?”

Oh god Jake knows this kid. “Javy? Coyote Javy? What the fuck?”

Javy let’s our a laugh. “You look good Seresin. A lot bigger then you were at 13!” Jake pulls Javy into a hug. Leah raises her hand “why does he know your call sign?”

Jake steps back with a smack to Javy’s chest, “you did it! Became a navy snob! And I know it because I gave it to the fucker. We grabbed a coyote one summer and brought it home to my dad.”

Javy laughs. “What are the odds my god Jake. How’s Chris?” Jake laughs. “Good. Keeping busy. My pa and tata haven’t been home much so he’s trying to stay distracted. How’s your mom?” Javy shrugs, “ruling with an iron fist over my sister’s kids now that she’s back in law school.” Jake laughs, he’s got great memories of Chris and Javy’s mom cooking when they were in Texas for the summer.

“We should go out for drinks and catch up.” Javy nods. “You name the place.” Jake thinks for a second, “hard deck? It’s a navy bar but they like me there.” Javy thinks that’s a weird place to request but whatever. “Yeah totally man give me your number and we’ll set it up.”

—

Five months later Jake invites Javy to his dads house for a bbq. Javy goes. He’s 25 he’s starving most of the time. When Javy comes in with Texas sheet cake Jake whoops. “God man tell me that’s your mom’s recipe.”

Chris comes out of the kitchen. “She never did give me that. Hey Javy good to see you grown up.” Javy smiles at Chris. He looks more relaxed then he used to. There’s noise from farther in the house.

“Tommy I swear to god give me that.” Chris sighs. “Come in, welcome to the chaos. Been home barely a week and already insane about each other.”

Jake laughs. “But they’re home!” Javy doesn’t remember Jake having any siblings. He catches sight of a few photos hung on the walls, a lot of Jake as a baby. There’s various people holding him.

Multiple in dress whites.

Well Jake did mention them moving out because of his other dad. Maybe he’s one of them.

Javy follows Jake into the open kitchen. He sees two tall gray haired men. “Holy shit Jake what the hell.”

Jake blinks at Javy for a second before realizing. “Oh fuck. Uh Javy meet my other two dads. Tom and Ron.”

Javy can’t believe it. Tom Iceman Kazansky is standing there. The man’s arm around his waist is Ron Slider Kerner. Javy snaps into a salute, Tom and Ron both stare at him. Chris comes back into the room. “Oh Javy quit it,” he snaps his fingers at the two “y’all are scaring him.”

“Javy. Good to meet you. I’ve heard incredible things.” The admiral just told him he’s heard of him. “I’ve heard better. You’re good kid, a fast learner. Ever think about top gun?” The goddamn compacflt just told him he’s good.

Jake waves his hand in Javy’s face. “Earth to you Javy. They’re nerds I promise. Really not that cool. Pa has a thing for vampire books. Tata has an insane model plane collection.”

Javy blinks again he leans on the counter. “Interview with a vampire is a classic.” Ron laughs and kisses Tom. “See. Good kid.” He walks by with a kiss to Jake’s head and a clap to Javy’s shoulders “welcome kiddo. Relax we’re not on base here.”

Javy nods. Yeah sure he can do that. Pretend this is normal and that he’s not basically dining with navy royalty. Tom spins Chris in place to whatever song in playing.

“How did they do it?” Jake shrugs. He hops up on the counter next to Javy. “Loved each other more then their jobs. They knew if it came down to jobs or them they weren’t picking the job. Never needed to pick though.”

Javy nods. “Seresin is Chris’s name right?” Jake nods he spins the rings he’s wearing. “Yeah. Couldn’t really take their last names cause I’m not biologically related to them. But Chris is biologically my uncle.” Javy knows how hard that had to have been growing up. Knows Jake talks about his dads. Knows how good of a childhood he had. Javy is happy for him.

He’s a bit weirded out to sit on the couch later and watch football with the compacflt but hey. They’re both rooting for the same team can’t be too bad.

#ron slider kerner #chris seresin #tom iceman kazansky #top gun #jake hangman seresin #er nurse jake #javy coyote machado #ron x chris x tom #tom x ron x chris #mac writes top gun

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witchhatproductions · 1 year ago

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Witch Hat News #2 - Starting Fresh

This is an archived version of our microfiction newsletter! You can read along on our tumblr, or subscribe here.

ST: The other day, I was talking to someone who had just finished an art course and was looking to get started making comics or cartoons, who asked me, "How do you get into the industry?"

I'm not overly qualified to answer this question - the only people I've ever worked for professionally are indie writers, not industry names, and my books have never even been printed on paper. But I guess that's more experience of the world of publishing than some. It's enough to know the answer to the question, "How do I get into the comics industry?". It's, "Make comics for free until you have some proof of experience to show the publishers."

At the community college where I studied animation for a year-and-two-months, our tutor, Kevin Taylor, had been an animator in the 80s and 90s. He studied graphic design at college, happened to be living near a studio in London, and was hired pretty much fresh out of university to start working on cartoons, a job he learned at the studio, having barely studied it at university. He had some talent and intelligence and became, when taught, a pretty good animator.

But that was the 80s, and if there's any animation studio in the western world hiring fresh inexperienced college grads for full-time living wages, I've never heard of them. Which kind of sucks, huh? The hustlers among you may think, "Well, you've gotta work for what you want." But isn't it a shame that studios don't take on the risk of training young eager employees anymore? At least not in this part of the world. Kevin Taylor left the animation industry for teaching, despite his experience and aptitude. "I like animation," he told us once, "But I hated being an animator." Quite a few of the modern, progressive animated classics - Adventure Time, Steven Universe, Owl House - had some bulk of their animation work done in Southeast Asia, by employees being paid fractions of their equivalents in the US for their very demanding work.

So... how do you get into the industry? Many ways. Some of my old friends from community college have jobs at Netflix and Cartoon Saloon now. But you've gotta figure out if you want to get there first - most people get partway there and then realise it ain't for them.

LS: Hi there everyone! Long term followers of Witch Hat Productions will recall that this is a two-person operation, and since Tata’s asked me to step in to help with this newsletter, you’re getting a little bit of my editorial voice too, for a change. This issue’s theme is ‘Starting Fresh’, so you might imagine that this change is somehow in fitting with this, even though this is only the second issue.

Anyway! I suggested the theme ‘Fresh Starts’ or ‘New Beginnings’ or ‘Getting Started’ to Tata when we were out walking and we were trying to think of a theme for this newsletter. I was thinking about Colin’s kickstarter, and about how, as creators, we’re constantly starting new projects, revitalising old projects, moving on to a newer and fresher ideas. Personally, I have some settings and stories in my head that are on their umpteenth iteration, and others that are only now starting to blossom.

Tata’s editorial up there questions the struggles of making it in the creative world, and whether it’s actually worth it. The best advice I ever received in this regard actually came from Tata herself: enjoy the process, not the product. I like to think if you make fun, beautiful projects, then at least even if they’re not commercial hits, you’ve had a good time along the way.

Reviews

When Language Fails by writer Colin O'Mahoney and artist Mari Rolin is currently on kickstarter until Wednesday, 7th June. Colin was actually the first editor I ever had - he explained the basics of lettering to me when I was the wee age of 19, and I've been following his advice ever since. When Language Fails is set to be sad, and funny, and painful, and appears to prominently feature clowns with guns as a plot point.

Relatable Girl by @adazaster. As it says in its very own blurb, Relatable Girl is a ‘comic about the daily struggles of Frannie, a girl who is very Normal and Relatable.’ Relatable Girl is hilarious and pretty absurd, with just a touch of horror about it - which at Witch Hat (and being Irish) are two things we love. It updates Tuesdays and Thursday, and in fitting with our ‘Starting Fresh’ idea, it’s pretty new - but it already has five full parts of story already out for you to enjoy!

External Memory by My Murphy (@externalmemorycomic). External Memory couldn’t be more similar and more dissimilar to Relatable Girl if it tried. It’s a diary comic, whose four panel strips focus on snapshots of My’s life, and are consistently funny, charming and heartfelt. Diary comics are a wonderful little look into the lives of their creator, and the window My’s comic offers is a pleasant one indeed; the way the characters are written and the events are depicted is just so charming. The comic sometimes touches on darker themes (as life itself does, y’know how it is), but these are nonetheless extremely heartfelt. Also, My has just recently moved to Ireland - hi My!

Your project here. Do you make art of any kind - visual, written, performed? Are you starting a project or recruiting co-creators? We want to hear from you! Email us at [email protected]. A proper submission procedure will be created if needed, but for now, it's open season - show us anything. Fire away.

That's all from us for now. See you in June!

#newsletter #witch hat news #microfiction

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hopesangelsprite · 2 years ago

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Rock, Paper, Scissors (KTH)

(A/N): HIYA BABES!!! This is a bit of a long one so bear with me! It's fluffy, there's a lil bit of crack in here, and a smol amount of spice (nothing too serious)! I hope you lovely people enjoy it <333

"Rock..."

"Paper..."

"Scissors!!"

"FUCKING HELL!", Tae shouted while I doubled over in laughter. This was probably the sixth time he'd lost to me at rock, paper, scissors and he was getting frustrated. To be fair there were some pretty high stakes on the line. The bet the two of us had made in boredom was pretty simple, the loser would give up something of theirs for 24 hours or perform a service of some sort for the winner. In the beginning, Taehyung was confident that'd he'd be the winner after two consecutive wins, but his luck turned sour pretty quickly. "What's up with you today, dollface? It's not like you to go on such a long losing streak.", I teased once I'd recovered from my laughing fit.

I watched with great amusement as his eye twitched at the sound of the pet name usually reserved for myself being used on him. With an inward breath, he extended his fist in front of me again, a look of steely determination filling his pretty brown eyes. "Last round, winner takes all.", he said simply. My brow shot up at his proposition, and I glanced at his hand. "You sure you wanna end it this way? I mean it's not like you can win any other way but still...", I trailed off when I realized he wasn't going to be talked down. With a huff, I stretched out my fist and started the chant.

"Rock..."

"Paper..."

"Scissors!!"

Taehyung cursed wildly and threw himself backward in a small fit of rage. Just as Id predicted, he'd lost again and for the final time. I smirked and started to say that I'd told him that would happen but stopped when he shot me a look from the floor. He was already upset, rubbing salt in his wound would only make that worse. That didn't make the thought of it less appealing though. Seconds later, he inhaled and got up from his spot on the floor with me and walked toward his shelf. "What is it that you want from me?", he inquired while gesturing to his array of cool and useful trinkets. For a second, I considered asking for one of them... then an absolutely evil thought came to mind. I grinned and looked at his bed. Nestled on top of a small stack of pillows was a plushie. It was cute, weird looking alien with a heart-shaped head.

He'd had it since we were kids, and it was more dear to him than his life. Once, he'd lost it on a trip to the park when we were younger. He'd cried so much that my dad turned the car around and helped us look for it even though it was getting dark. By the time we'd found it, night had fallen, but Tae's smile was so bright I was sure the sun had risen again.

The tall blonde followed my eyes and immediately shook his head. "No. Fuck no, not a chance.", he insisted while moving to stand in between me and Tata. I stood up and stretched before placing a hand on my hip. "I won fair 'n' square, dollface.", I spoke calmly, "Hand. Him. Over.". Tae closed the distance to tower over me and crossed his arms before replying, "I. Would. Rather. Die.". The stare-off that ensued after that only lasted a few seconds, but it was rather intense. Finally, another sinister idea entered my brain. If he wouldn't give me what I wanted, I'd make him suffer a little. "Fine. If you won't let me have him for the night, you have to do something for me.", I said and he sighed in relief. He nodded and uncrossed his arms before carding a hand through his hair.

"Yeah, sure. I'll do anything but hand over my son. Anything but that.", he grumbled out. Perfect. My smirk widened and I leaned forward to drape my arms across his shoulders, effectively startling him and closing the distance more. I stood on my tippy toes to whisper in his ear while feeling him grow warm under my touch. "That's great because I want you to..."

*TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY JUNGKOOK'S TATTOOS*

I sighed and picked up my phone to check the time. Tae had left the room about fifteen minutes ago, and now he was probably standing on the other side of his door hoping I'd rescind my request. "I know you're there! Hurry up and come in.", I huffed in slight annoyance. On the other side of the door, a quiet thud sounded which probably came from him banging his head against a wall or something. "No,", he groaned out, "I don't wanna...". I rolled my eyes and sat up from my spot sprawled out across his bed. "It's either this or Tata who just happens to be in here with me while you're out there.", I replied. The door opened so fast I wasn't even able to process what had happened. Standing in his doorway was a very grumpy-looking Taehyung in a cosplay I'd requested. See, I hadn't just requested any old cosplay. No, I wanted him to wear a ladybug costume.

I squealed happily and threw myself off the bed to pull him into the room. I grinned as I began cooing over the little details of the outfit. "Awww, don't be like that!! You're so cute I'm gonna have a heart attack!", I whined while straightening the flower on his dress a bit and adjusting his hair. "You promise?", he asked snarkily causing me to deadpan for a second. "Oh, hush and get ready to pose. The sooner I get pictures, the sooner you can take it off.", I answered while leaving him be to get my camera ready.

(A/N: LOOK HOW FRICKIN ADORABLE HE ISSSS!!)

A couple of seconds later, I was trying to find the best angle and lighting for the pictures to be taken. "Who knew those photography classes would finally come in handy...", I muttered to myself while making a couple more adjustments to the lense, "Alright! Let's do this.". Tae huffed and moved into the pose we'd agreed upon earlier. I snapped a couple of photos before playing around with the lighting some more. All I need was two more good shots and we'd be done.

"Okay, pretty boy, show me that million-dollar smile!", I cooed and prepared to take the final shots. From the viewfinder, I could see Taehyung smiling but something wasn't quite right. I stood up straight and pouted. "You're fucking with me, right?", I sighed to which he smiled a little more aggressively. "This is as close to a real as you're getting.", he grunted. I sighed through my nose and looked at my camera again. It looked like I'd finally reached my limit with him. "It's cool, the first few shots came out pretty good. I'll use those. You're free to go!", I shrugged and separated my camera from his tripod to get a good look at the pictures I'd taken. From his spot near the wall, Tae gave me a suspicious look. "Really?", he questioned to which I responded with an absentminded nod. Though I couldn't see it, his eyes narrowed more.

A few moments of silence passed, and I assumed he'd slipped out to go change again. Judging from a sudden nudge against my shoulder I was wrong. I looked from the camera and raised a brow at the boy standing at my side. "Can I help you or...?", I started but cut myself off as Taehyung pulled me from my seat and back in front of the tripod. I stared in confusion as he moved back to his position near the wall. "I said I could use the pictures from before. We're cool, don't worry about it.", I spoke flatly while gesturing between him and I. Instead of saying anything, he just smiled. It was a real smile this time, genuine and pure. I weakly fought back a smile of my own and shrugged. Within the next few minutes, the pictures had been taken and he'd left to change back into his lounge clothes.

By the time he had changed, I'd successfully moved the photos from my camera to my phone and edited them accordingly. As he entered the room, I looked up to see him put his hands into his pockets. He honestly looked pretty cuddly from where I was sitting, but I'd never say it out loud. "Look!", I beamed while turning my phone's screen toward him and showing off my new home and lock screen wallpapers. Both of them were cute collages I'd made with the pictures from earlier. "Pretty damn cute if I do say so myself!", I boasted full of pride and happiness. He hummed in agreement and crawled onto the bed to rest somewhere behind me. I continued to fawn over my screen but was abruptly startled by being pulled back into a warm chest.

"Sorry.", Tae muttered into my neck from behind me causing me to shiver. I cleared my throat and tried to regain my composure. "What for?", I asked to which he pulled me closer to him. "I upset you earlier, I'm sorry.", he said sending yet another wave of shivers across my body. "Oh, that? It's alright, you're fine! I wasn't that upset anyway.", I tried to assure him. He just chuckled and kissed my shoulder. "Yes, you were.", he insisted. I rolled my eyes childishly and wiggled around to face him.

"Was not."

"Were to."

"Was. Not."

"Were. To."

"Was! Not!"

"Shut your mouth before I put it to good use."

I gulped and warmed considerably. "Wasnot-", I rushed out only to be cut off by a quick kiss from the sleepy-eyed boy across from me. He pulled me closer, tangling our legs together and squeezing my waist. After a few breathless moments, we pulled away for air. He glared softly at me as if daring me to continue my petty arguing. "Okay, maybe I was just a teensy bit upset before.", I admitted earning a chuckle from the tired boy and another, softer, kiss. "I hate you so much sometimes.", he drawled. I rolled my eyes and smirked knowing he was lying to both me and himself. "Bullshit! I love you and you love me. You know you do~.", I teased to which he nodded and pulled me as close as he possibly could. "You're right, I do love you.", he breathed into my shoulder. I kissed his temple and let myself be lulled to sleep by the comfortable silence just as he had.

THE END

(A/N): HELLOOOO!! I hope you enjoyed this story, because I accidentally made myself feel lonely as fuck while writing it! Currently preparing to sleep in traffic 😁👍(I'm just kidding for the love of God please don't go to sleep in traffic FFS-)! ANYWAYS, please take care of yourselves. Remember to eat healthily, stay hydrated, and take care of your mental health. Please be safe, and if you can't be safe try to be careful! I LOVE Y'ALL SO MUCHHHHHH <33333

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