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parker-razor · 4 years ago

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many a dream about you

afab!reader x mando (no y/n)

5.2k words, 18+, EXPLICIT!!

warnings: SMUT (extended warnings under the cut), mentions of injuries, unprotected sex (use protection!), very little editing

summary: when you and mando are forced to share a bed together, you end up having a dream that reveals more than you had hoped...

author’s notes: ahhhh! this is my first fic!! i’ll be honest, i got so excited i wrote most of this in one sitting. indulge me in some of my favorite smutty tropes about everyone’s favorite space dad!

extended warnings: oral (f receiving), wet dreams, thigh grinding, mentions of rough sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation... i think that’s it

*****

Stars, you were exhausted.

You had just spent three weeks on the Razor Crest with the only bed available to you being a cheap mattress that might as well have just been a sack stuffed with sand. On top of the little sleep you were running on, you had just finished loading three bounties onto the Crest and into carbonite while Mando patched himself up. Dragging three grown men onto the ship and freezing them took all the strength out of you.

You finally collapsed into the pilot’s seat in the cockpit, catching your breath and giving your muscles a well-deserved break. Your eyes flutter closed as your body decompresses from the hard work and no sleep it’s been put through these past weeks. Mando had hired you just a month ago to look after the ship while he was away on hunts. Not to mention the little green gremlin he had adopted as his own, who kept you company and looked to you to get taken care of. It was much better than the life you had known; growing up on the outskirts of Tatooine was hard enough as is, but when your little shop had been pillaged and ransacked, you had nothing left on the small, desert planet. Mando had shown up just in time, sitting next to you in a dive bar.

*****

You had never seen one of his kind before, and to be honest, you were overwhelmed with the way he carried himself. He was big, towering over everyone he passed on his way to the barstools. You wondered why he even bothered if he couldn’t remove his helmet to drink, but you’d never ask. He sat himself just a few stools from yours, and after stealing a few glances with flushed cheeks, you finally opened your mouth to say something.

“Bounty hunters like you must be pretty busy on a planet like this,” you said, trying to talk over the loud band playing in the corner. “Not too many upstanding people tend to find themselves here.”

Slowly turning his helmet to face you, the Mandalorian said, “What does that say about you?”

Damn, you thought, he was quick to the draw.

“It’s not exactly my choice to live here. I’d give anything to get off this ball of sand.”

He says nothing, just turns his helmet forward again. You figure that’s the end of that, at least you tried. You can now say that you’ve talked to a Mandalorian before.

After a few beats of silence, he finally speaks. “Anything?”

You whip your head towards him, trying to figure out where this was going. Of course you wanted to leave, but you didn’t want to come off too eager in case he wasn’t serious.

“I mean, what do you have in mind?” you ask, trying to act as calm as possibly, but you couldn’t help but get a little excited at the prospect of leaving.

“I have… a son. He’s very small and can’t take care of himself yet. I don’t like taking him hunting, but I can’t leave him on the ship by himself,” he pauses, piecing together his words carefully. “I need someone to look after him.”

“So, I’d be his babysitter?”

“And ship sitter. Just keep it clean, nothing complicated.”

You pretended to ponder his proposition, but you knew you’d say yes almost immediately. There was nothing left for you here; no family, no livelihood, no friends. This was the best deal you had gotten in a long time. Except…

“So, what do I get in return?”

“I’d pay you, as much as I can afford. But you’d have your own bed and food.”

You’re sold.

*****

You’re brought back to the present when you hear Mando’s footsteps ascend the ladder to the cockpit. The child is holding onto him, smiling when he sees your face.

“How bad are you hurt?” you ask cautiously.

“I’ll live. Just a gash.”

“Well, I got the bounties in carbonite. But I gotta say Mando, I don’t know if I can sleep another night in a row on that shitty mattress.” He says nothing, and you haven’t figured out if that’s a good sign or a bad sign.

“Not that I don’t appreciate you making room for me! I’m just saying, I think we both need a proper rest tonight, especially after today,” you backtrack. You hear him sigh, nodding his head in agreement.

“Alright. I passed an inn on the way back here. Let’s see if they have any vacancy, hopefully with a bed better than the one you have.” You blush, embarrassed that you came off as ungrateful.

Mando was a mystery to you. He was quiet, a man of few words. It was especially hard trying to read him without being able to see any facial cues or expressions. Nevertheless, something about him exuded strength. He was much taller than you, but he was also just… big. Especially with all the beskar adding a whole other layer of strength. You couldn’t explain the attraction you felt for him. Something about how he towered over you, his visor boring into your face made you weak in the knees. How could you feel this way for someone who you’d barely talked to, let alone never seen their face?

He made you feel weak, but for some reason you liked that. Growing up on your home planet, you had to learn to fight for yourself. You were strong, with curves and muscles that showed just how tough life had made you. You never let a man make you feel less than or weak, always ready to defend yourself. But you liked that Mando made you feel small. It made no sense, but it also made perfect sense.

Sometimes at night, you’d let your hands wander. One hand wandered up to your face, whether to bite down on a finger or cover your mouth to keep yourself quiet, and the other down the front of your pants. Being around Mando so much made it difficult to wait until after he fell asleep to take care of the burning need you felt for him. You had your fair share of flings with the boys in your village, but none of them made you feel the way Mando did. With the most subtle actions he could make a heat blossom in your stomach and goosebumps spread over your arms. Sometimes the way he’d fly the Crest made you clench your thighs together; he looked so in charge in that pilot’s seat. Rubbing tight circles on your clit, clenching around nothing while angling your hips just right, you would be sent into orbit at the thought of his hands taking care of you instead.

After you and Mando had packed up your essentials, you got Grogu into his pram and headed off to the village nearby. You had no idea what planet you were on, but the flowering trees brought some joy to you. In the past weeks travelling with Mando, you had seen so many new things. You had never once left your home, and things like trees and streams had you in awe. You would never get used to how it made you feel.

The village was small, and it didn’t seem like there was anything else around for miles. You got to the motel, one of the larger buildings in the area. The lobby was small and surprisingly clean, much cleaner than the interior of the Crest. An older woman, the innkeeper you presumed, stood at the desk.

“We’d like two rooms. How much would that be?” Mando asked, not interested in entertaining niceties.

“So sorry sir, we only have one room available. A few of our rooms are under renovation, and there’s only one unoccupied that is fit to house anyone,” the woman said with a sickly sweet smile.

Mando sighed, obviously conflicted with the choice laid in front of him. He turned to you for your input.

“I- I don’t mind sharing a room. We don’t have to if you’re not comfortable, I just thought it be nice to escape the ship for the night.” You rushed your words out, feeling shy at the prospect of sharing the room with Mando. He had his own quarters on the ship, and you had yours, if you could even consider them quarters. After a few beats, Mando put some credits on the desk, and took the key the woman was offering.

Pushing down the excitement you felt, you grabbed your things that you had set down and followed Mando to your room. It’s not like you hadn’t been living in close proximity with Mando for the past few weeks anyways.

But this was different.

And you didn’t fully realize why it was so different until you opened the door to your room and saw that there was only one queen sized bed. Your jaw dropped, as you looked to Mando for his reaction. Nothing, as usual. He just walked into the room as if nothing had changed.

How was this gonna go? Were you just supposed to… share? The bed wasn’t puny, plenty of room for the both of you. But this was crossing a line that you didn’t even realize had been established. You didn’t really know much about each other and hadn’t been acquainted for very long. Not to mention the burning need you felt for him growing day by day.

And now you had to share a bed with him. No big deal.

Grogu’s cries for attention brought you out of your reverie of thoughts. You picked him up from his pram and placed him on the bed, allowing him to take in the room. The love and affection for the child had grown immensely since Mando had first introduced the two of you. You were initially shocked at how silently affectionate Mando was with him. You had never expected him to be the paternal type. You had yet to learn how the curious pair had found each other; a small part of you wondered if Mando looked similar to the child under his mask.

Mando had set his things on the chair in the corner and mumbled something about using the refresher. And as quickly as the door shut, you heard the shower turn on and the sound of beskar hitting the floor.

The realization that Mando was maskless, naked, just a few feet away sent a shockwave through your body. Was he tan? Did he have blond or brown hair? Was he truly strong or did the beskar just add extra bulk? You imagined he had scars littering his body, with chest hair dusting his front. The thought of it trailing down beneath his pants sent a shiver down your spine. Stars, your mind was in the gutter.

The sun had set, and Grogu’s eyes started to flutter and shut on one of the pillows on the bed. You picked him up and cradled him, resting your cheek to his. You savored moments like this; the ones that made your heart warm and full of comforting joy. Grogu’s breathing slowed, letting out snores every once in a while. You heard the shower shut off, and carefully placed Grogu into his pram, closing the top for him to sleep in peace.

Mando stepped out of the refresher in a thin pair of sleep trousers, a similar shirt and, of course, his helmet. Your gaze made you realize that he was definitely not wearing underwear, not leaving much to the imagination. You felt your face heat up as you looked anywhere but at him, almost positive that your face has turned as red as the setting sun.

“Your turn,” Mando said as he sauntered to the chair in the corner. He placed his things on the ground, sat in the chair, and crossed his arms as if to get comfortable.

“You’re not sleeping over there, are you?” you asked.

“I… just assumed… I didn’t want to make you uncomfortable.” Your blush was back with a vengeance.

“I don’t mind. We got this room to relax, and you sure as hell don’t seem at ease with the way you’re sitting.” He said nothing for a few moments before sighing and standing to walk over towards the bed.

Oh Maker, this is actually happening, you thought. What act was more intimate than sharing a bed with someone? Well, there was the obvious one, but…

You scurried to the washroom, desperate to cool yourself down and collect your thoughts. This didn’t have to be a big deal, and if you kept acting all standoffish like you had been, you’d chase Mando away with the bizarre energy you were emitting.

You splashed cold water on your face to calm your blush, brushed your teeth with vigor, and changed into your pajamas. Granted, they were much scantier than the ideal, but you hadn’t expected to be sharing a bed, let alone a room, with the Mandalorian.

Stepping out of the refresher, you see Mando lying in bed with the lamplight on. Maker, you wanted to nothing but climb in with him and lay on his chest…

His chest. This was the first time you’d seen him without all that bulky armor. Through his thin clothing you could tell he was strong, with broad shoulders and contoured muscle. His helmet turned towards you, and what you didn’t know was that he was eyeing you in your not-so-modest sleep clothes as well.

What you didn’t know was how Mando gazed at you when you held the child, cooing at him as he gently tugged on your hair or stroked your cheek. His helmet protected him from you finding out how often he stared at you in adoration. Your curves, your smile, your silent strength. Stars, he thought you were the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. But what you saw when he looked at you was a silent T-visor staring at you with no emotion.

After a beat, your gaze met the floor as you walked to the other side of the bed, closest to the window. You crawled under the covers, waiting for some quick comment or a reaction from the man next to you. Finally, he spoke.

“Are you sure you don’t want me in the chair?” he asked.

“Stars, Mando, if I didn’t know any better, I’d think you’d want to be as far away from me as possible,” you responded, embarrassed.

“That’s- no, not at all. I, uh, just wanted you to feel comfortable,” he stumbled. You had never seen him so lost for words, so taken back.

“I promise, Mando, if anything I feel more comfortable with you next to me.” Oh Maker, why did you just say that? That was the most upfront you’d been with him. Just as you were about to take back your words…

“I feel the same,” he responded quietly. Stars, if your heart didn’t explode at his words.

It was quiet for a few moments, until you said, “Well… goodnight Mando.”

“Goodnight.” He turned off the lamplight and shuffled deeper under the blankets. You were unsure if you should stay as close to the edge as possible or be truly comfortable and let yourself get a little closer to Mando. Before you could make up your mind, exhaustion overtook you and you drifted to sleep.

*****

Mando stirred in your sleep, disturbed by something he hadn’t recognized yet. As he continued to drift in and out of sleep, he heard something that he wasn’t sure was a part of a dream or reality.

Quiet mumblings came from your side of the bed, mixed with indistinguishable groans. His instincts kicked in, becoming fully awake to survey the room for any threats. It took him a moment to realize that as you slept, you had moved closer to Mando – much closer.

Your leg was draped over his torso, with your chest pressed to his side and your arm resting on his chest. But what he noticed most was the way your hips rolled, your core grinding against the side of his thigh. Looking at your face, he could tell you were asleep. Your breaths grew heavier, quiet groans turning into moans. Mando felt his pants grow tighter, not know whether or not to wake you from your obvious wet dream.

Mando froze when he heard you say his name while your hips sped up. “M-Mando, don’t stop… Please…” Fuck, you were dreaming about him. He wanted nothing more than to rub the growing problem in his pants, but he knew that crossed a line.

As your breath started to hitch, he could tell you were getting close. Just as you were about to cum, you jolted awake, breathing heavily while taking in what was going on.

You looked down at the scene you had caused, rendered speechless. Flooded with humiliation, you jumped out of bed and ran to the refresher as Mando shouted your name. You slammed the refresher door and locked it, tears springing to your eyes. Fuck fuck fuck, this was bad. Did you just ruin everything? Mando must hate you now.

“Please open the door, I’m not mad. Let’s just talk,” Mando said through the door, not wanting to reveal how he felt behind a slab of wood. You said nothing, feeling utterly mortified. There’s no way you could look him in the eye (well, helmet) after getting yourself off on his thigh in your sleep. Fuck.

After twenty minutes of Mando trying to convince you that he wasn’t upset and he just wanted to talk, he gave up. Sighing, he pushed himself off the floor and went back to sit on the bed. Though the tension in his pants had gone down, he couldn’t stop thinking about the sounds you made. He looked down to see that you had left a wet spot on his leg, causing him to groan. He had to stop himself from thinking that way, at least for right now while you were upset.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, you were in shock. You tried your best to recount what had happened, but it didn’t help that you were asleep for most of it. The dream you were having a blur; Mando on top of you, and the intense feeling of being filled to the brim. Then, you remember waking up to Mando staring down at you, putting two and two together, and that was that.

You realized that Mando was awake before you were, which means he was watching you… do that to him. He didn’t try to wake you up or stop you. He was watching you get off. That had to mean… he liked it. He liked seeing you like that. Right?

You slowly stood up from the bathroom floor, wiping the tears you didn’t notice had fallen down your cheeks. Taking a few deep breaths, you calmed your bedhead and opened the washroom door, rounding the corner to face Mando sitting on the bed.

He looked up from the spot on the floor he was staring at as he sat deep in thought.

“Are- are you okay?” he asked, uncertain of what he should say.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I was asleep and I wasn’t trying to make you uncomfortable,” you admit, eyes glued to the floor. A few moments of deafening silence pass, with you shuffling in the spot where you stood and Mando’s helmet fixed towards you.

“What did you dream about?” Mando asked quietly. The Mandalorian was normally so stoic and strong in his conviction that to hear his voice quiver in nervousness made your gaze shoot up to his.

“It’s… embarrassing. I don’t want you to think less of me.” Your face turned beet red, a trait of yours you didn’t realize you possessed until you met Mando. He was the first person to make you feel shy and flustered.

“I won’t, I promise. I just want to know… I need to know.”

“It was… about me. And you.” Mando rose to walk over to where you were standing, near the foot of the bed.

“What about us, exactly? You can tell me. Tell me everything.” You hesitated to meet his gaze, eyes wide and nervous.

“You were… on me. In me. All over me.” You felt yourself getting breathless as Mando got closer to you, as you retold your dream without getting too graphic yet still admitting that you had dreamt of him taking you.

“And was I gentle, or was I rough?” Mando’s voice grew husky, just as breathless as you. Maker, his voice made you weak at the knees.

“Gentle, at first. But the longer you went you got rougher. Much rougher.” Your voice dropped into a whisper as Mando found himself right in front of you, almost chest to chest. Your eyes dropped to admire his chest, what it’d look like without his shirt. You wanted to trace every scar that marked his skin, kiss him, bite him.

He grabbed your chin with his thumb and forefinger, drawing your gaze from his chest to his helmet.

“And which did you like better? Tell me,” he whispered through the modulator, but there was no filtering out how deep and raspy his voice had gotten, like you had never heard before.

“I… I was just happy you were touching me,” you whispered, in shock that this wasn’t just another dream. His hand drifted from your chin to your neck, caressing every inch of you. You closed your eyes, unable to believe that he was touching you without his gloves on.

Suddenly, both hands came to your waist and pulled you into his chest, your hands finding their place on his chest. You whimpered, never feeling so small, not knowing why you liked it so much.

“Do you want me to touch you, sweet one? Like I did in your dream?” he rasped.

“Please… please touch me, Mando.” He groaned at that, manhandling you so your back turned to the bed and quickly thrown onto the bed.

“I like hearing you beg, love. Beg some more for me.” You whimpered, flushed and embarrassed but in the best way. Mando yanked at your legs so they were hanging off the bed with him standing between your knees. His hands drifted from your stomach up to your breasts, squeezing them while his thumbs rubbed your hardened nipples through your shirt.

Unable to take it any longer, you sat up and yanked your shirt over your head as Mando did the same. His expanse of muscle was all you could think about, the thatches of chest hair made you want to run your hands all over him.

He dropped to his knees in front of you, playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts.

“Tell me, did I eat this sweet pussy of yours in your dream?” You moaned, unable to remember but wanting his mouth on you all the same.

“I want you to, but your helmet…” Mando grabbed the blanket that was at the end of the bed, throwing it so one end covered your stomach and the other fell near the middle of his back. Awkwardly, you saw him maneuver under the blanket to take his helmet off, and then your shorts.

Before you could say so much as a “please,” Mando’s mouth enveloped your cunt with his hot mouth. Your gasp was loud and ragged, not expecting him to feel this good. You felt him moan into you, licking from your hole up to the tip of your clit.

“Am I the one who made you this wet, my sweet one? You’re dripping onto the bed for me,” you heard him rasp under the blankets.

“Please, Mando, you feel so f-fucking good,” you gasp as he puts his mouth on you again. You reach under the blanket to grab his hair to pull him the exact spots you wanted his mouth to be. Maker, his mouth was immaculate. His tongue messily toyed with your clit, groaning in your cunt when you tugged his hair which sent vibrations everywhere.

When he found that one spot, just to the left of your clit, you started to feel that familiar tension in your stomach, the one you’d get when you’d touch yourself in the silence of night in the Crest. You tilted your hips just right as he sucked your clit into your mouth, letting out an animalistic moan.

As soon as you felt him hum into your cunt again, you were gone. You fell over a cliff higher than ever before as everything went utterly white, white in your vision and white noise in your ears.

Maker, you came so fucking hard. And through the whole thing, Mando licked and sucked at you, slowing down when you eventually came down. You felt like you were floating through the aftermath as Mando kissed the inside of your thighs, and through the reverie you were in you felt the tickle of facial hair on your skin. You smiled to yourself, finally able to know something about the appearance of the man you adored so.

Mando quickly put his helmet back on under the blanket before pulling himself over you, stroking your face with the back of his hand.

“Do you want more? Or do you want me to stop?” he asked. As spent as you felt, at the sound of his voice your body began rearing up for more.

“More. I need your cock, Mando, so badly,” you whimpered, feeling a brand new wave of wetness flood at the apex of your legs.

You picked your head up, finally wrenching your eyes open as you felt Mando start to take his pants off. You were very suddenly awake again when you saw his cock spring out. He was big, bigger than the boys you had taken by far.

“I- I don’t know if you’ll fit. I’ve never had a man bigger than you.”

“No, sweet one, you’ve only had boys. I can’t wait to be the first man who wrecks you,” he rasps into your ears as your hands wrap themselves around his neck and down his back. Stars, he was sexy, an odd mix of shy and domineering all at once.

He started rubbing the tip against your cunt, and suddenly you were on fire again. You had never tried to get yourself again after one orgasm, always too spent and high on dopamine to go again. So you never got to realize that once you had one, more orgasms were not very difficult to achieve. Until, Mando’s tip swirled around your clit and you could feel the coil tighten yet again.

“M-Mando, I’m gonna cum again if you keep doing that,” you whimpered, causing him to groan and only put more pressure on your clit.

“Then do it, my love. I want to see your face when you cum for me.” You let out a series of curses until you came again, slightly weaker than the previous one but it rocked through you. Before you could even come down, Mando thrusted himself into you in one go. You let out a yell bordering on a scream, feeling your pussy stretch itself to fit all of him. Stars, the burn of the stretch made you shiver.

“Oh f-fuck, my sweet girl has an even sweeter pussy,” he gasped as he started to thrust himself into you. “S-so fucking t-tight and w-warm, I’m not gonna last…”

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as Mando’s thrusts sped up, slamming into you at an unfathomable rate.

“No no, look at me. Look at me while I’m making you feel good,” Mando growled as he grabbed your cheeks to make you look at his helmet. You tried so hard to keep your eyes open, but as Mando tilted his hips just right, jamming into your G-spot, you lost control over your body. You were saying something, but you were so far gone that you couldn’t decipher what it was.

“Is that- fuck- all you can say, pretty girl? Please? Please what? What do you need, fuck I’ll give you everything you want, just say the word,” Mando rambled, just as drunk on your pussy as you were on his cock.

“D-d-don’t stop, p-please don’t s-stop,” you uttered out, not completely sure if you were having one long orgasm or if it was building to something even bigger.

“I’m never gonna stop, baby, never wanna stop…” Without warning, an orgasm so strong racked through your body. You had never cum just from penetration before, but the way the hair at the base of Mando’s cock was brushing against your cunt as he fucked you sent you beyond the edge.

“Oh my fucking- stars, baby you’re so tight I can barely move… I-I’m gonna-“ Mando gasped as you felt him cum deep inside you, moaning louder than you thought he would.

You both gasped for breath, utterly exhausted from the best sex in both of your lives. Mando pulled out and laid next you on the bed, stroking your hair gently.

“I wish I could kiss you right now,” you croaked, voice almost gone from overuse. Silence fell over the two of you, and you wanted to take back your words, until…

“Close your eyes. And don’t open them. Promise?” he said.

“I promise, I swear I won’t,” you said, shutting your eyes with your heart leaping at the prospect of finally kissing him. After a few moments of the sounds of shuffling next to you, you felt a soft pair of lips meet yours. It was tentative at first, but after a few gentle pecks Mando caressed your face and kissed you with a passion so strong it took your breath away. You felt his mustache tickle your upper lip as he kissed like if he pulled away, he wouldn’t know what to do with himself.

When he finally pulled away, you reminded yourself to keep your eyes closed as he put his helmet back on. You pulled yourself over him, almost in the exact position you had found yourself in when you woke up from your dream, except this time Mando’s arm was draped under your neck.

“I’m glad we finally did that,” Mando admitted after a while. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since the first day you started living on the Crest.” You lifted your head from his chest and rested your chin on his right pec, gazing at his face.

“You mean that?” you ask.

“Why wouldn’t I?”

You grinned from ear to ear, thanking the Maker that this wasn’t just because Mando was horny and he had found you getting yourself off on him. He had wanted you, too.

“For a minute I thought…I thought you’d tell me to leave and never come back. I was so embarrassed to wake up like that. But… I guess it ended up helping us out,” you chuckled. You heard Mando chuckle too as his chest shook a bit, warming your heart.

“I will never ask you to leave. I want you to stay, I need you to stay,” he admitted quietly. “Plus, I don’t know anyone else who would take care of Grogu so well.”

“Oh, Maker, Grogu!” you exclaimed, realizing Grogu had been closed in his pram in the corner throughout the entire… act.

“The device is soundproof, he didn’t hear a thing,” Mando explained. You let out a sigh of relief.

“I don’t know, with those ears?” you laughed, hearing Mando laugh with you.

“Maybe they’re more for balance rather than hearing,” Mando replied, causing you to let out a loud laugh, making joy flood Mando’s body.

“We can only hope…”

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jaceyneedsabetterusername · 4 years ago

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Broken Down (p.2)

Pairings: Arvin Russell x F!Reader (I just realized that though there’s a few little flirty parts or thoughts, it’s actually pretty platonic and open ended)

Summary: (Part 2 of Broken Down) After escaping from Carl and Sandy, you and Arvin find yourselves in Knockemstiff. Little did either of you know, there was somebody else following you there.

Warnings: Murder, Mention of Suicide, Canonical gore and violence, Reference to sexual assault but no depictions

Word Count: 6.6k

Find Part 1 here!

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Meade was the last big town until you hit Knockemstiff and you had decided to pull off at a gas station to fuel up to avoid accidentally running out of gas in the middle of nowhere. When the car’s tires rolled to a crunching halt, Arvin jumped out to pump the gas for you. You stepped out of the car and stood beside him while the tank filled with fuel. “What do you wanna do when we get to Knockemstiff? It seems like why ever you’re here is pretty personal so I understand if you wanna do this alone.”

“Where ‘re you gonna go?” He dodged the question, the pump clicking to a stop in the background. He moved to shake the last few drops from the nozzle before replacing it at the pump.

You and Arvin had talked a bit on your long overnight trip about your lives and your plans. He had told you that he was from Coal Creek and admitted to murdering a preacher named Preston Teagarden that impregnated his adopted sister, Lenora, which led her to committing suicide. He had told you all about this monster of a human and why he felt he had to do what he did and, though it felt twisted to genuinely support the murder of somebody, you couldn’t help but support Arvin’s actions. When you asked what was so special about Knockemstiff, he confessed that it was where he used to live, where his parents had died.

Arvin had never found himself the overly talkative or trusting type. Coal Creek residents only seemed to judge him and his family, from bullies to the richer folk who looked down on his family simply for not having much money. There was something special about you though, and perhaps it was some unspoken bond that came about from nearly being murdered and then murdering said murderers, but it made him feel like he could open up to you more than he’d ever felt with anyone.

You told him about your life and family thus far. You told him about your hometown of Barren Springs, not that there was really much to tell. It was just some small town full of cows and churchgoers. When he asked you what you were gonna do after today, you really weren’t sure. Hell, you were barely sure what you were doing now.

You looked around at the surprisingly clean gas station before picking at your nails, “I don’t really know. Figured I’ll drive around for a few days. Maybe head back to Meade after I drop you off and stay here for a few until the story comes out in the newspaper. Just gotta make sure they don’t have any leads, y’know?”

Arvin adjusted his baseball cap, “You ain’t gotta just disappear. I mean, you been mighty kind givin’ me a ride all the way out here but I don’t wanna just use you for a ride ‘n send you on your way. Not after everythin’.” He paused to think for a moment. His story wasn’t a pleasant one and his entire point in coming all the way out here was to try and find some peace with all ghosts in his closet. It was a personal journey, one that he didn’t really want anyone else to join in on, but he really did feel terrible just using you for a ride so far away and leaving you alone. “‘M gonna go visit my old home from back when I was a boy. There’s some things I gotta do there. It’s, uh, it’s somethin’ I gotta do alone. You’re more than welcome to leave me here if you wanna go somewhere else but I don’t want to make you feel like I just used you for a ride.”

You chewed your lip to hide the small way the corner of your mouth turned upwards at his ever-courteous manner. “Well what’re you gonna do after all this? You gonna be able to make it wherever you need to go?”

“I ain’t got anywhere to go but I’ll figure it out. Don’t you worry ‘bout me,” he admitted, leaning against the car beside you.

You looked up at him with your arms crossed, “How ‘bout I wait in town till you’re done doin’ what you need to do and then you can come stay with me in Barren Springs until you get a plan. It’s better for you to know where you wanna go and what you wanna do before running off.”

Arvin’s eyes narrowed skeptically, “You sure you’re alright with that? I don’t wanna put you out anymore than you’ve already done for me.” He was never one for charity and didn’t want to take anything he felt like he couldn’t reciprocate.

You nodded, pressing yourself off the side of the car and swinging towards the driver's side of the car, “It’s no problem, really. Now how much further to Knockemstiff?”

The drive to Knockemstiff wasn’t long at all and within the hour you and Arvin found yourselves driving along the road that he found hauntingly familiar. Even so, everything looked so different. Arvin couldn’t imagine the town changing much over the last eight or so years so he figured that the place just must have felt darker and grimmer with the ghosts of the tragedies that took place there.

“Where’s your house?” You leaned forward over the steering wheel to peer further ahead up the road, trying to see through the thin layer of condensation that had built up on the inside of your window from the contrast of the heated interior with the dreary drizzly outside.

Arvin gestured up the road you were headed down, “Should be just up there but it’s been a while.” You could see the way the road split off into a fork just up ahead and you could tell by Arvin’s face that he wasn’t quite sure which road was the right one.

“Should we ask someone?” You pointed towards a small building up ahead, pulling over when Arvin nodded.

The pair of you got out of the car to see an older man sitting in a rocking chair on the porch. “Howdy,” he greeted with a thick accent, “You pair look like you been travellin’. Where you headed?”

Arvin shoved his hands in his pockets as he answered, hiding beneath the brim of his hat from the rain. You shielded your face with your hand from the mist, tiny droplets accumulating on your eyelashes. “There used to be a house and a barn up on that hill over there. Some lawyer owned it. You know it?”

“Sure I do. Up in the Mitchell Flats.” The man answered sure as could be.

“Still there?”

The man leaned back, eyeing Arvin, “Well, I’ll be damned. You’re that Russell boy ain’t you?”

You felt the way Arvin tensed up a little beside you, clearly not comfortable with the legacy he seemed to have in this town, but stepped forward nonetheless. You followed him under the shelter of the porch awning, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “I just thought, seeing as I was this way, I’d stop by and see the old place again.”

The man sighed heavily and stood, “Son, I hate to tell you this but that place burned some years ago. They think some kids did it. Wasn’t nobody livin’ there since you and your folks.”

“Well, heck, we came all this way. May as well walk up there anyways.” Arvin insisted.

The man’s eyes flicked over to you and back to Arvin, “Sure, just cut across Clarence’s pasture. Don’t know if you remember but there’s some pretty flowers growin’ up there this time of year for your girl there, too. He won’t mind if you take a few.” He glanced at you with implying eyes and you tensed up.

“Oh, uh, we’re not- it ain’t like that.” You stammered over your words, hands waving slightly with a flustered chuckle.

The man put his hands up, “My bad, ma’am. Just figured since you two were…” he paused and cleared his throat, “well, anyways. It’s nice to know you’re doing alright, son.”

Arvin nodded in a brief farewell before turning to head back to the car and you followed, only stopping when he turned back to the man on the porch, “I never did thank you for the night my dad died. You were awful kind to me and I just want you to know that I ain’t never forgot it.”

Even though you didn’t know the extent to which Arvin had suffered that night, the fact that he was thanking this old man that barely recognized him for the good deeds of nearly a decade ago spoke miles in your opinion. You stood back silently, knowing that this was his path to healing and resolution and that, at least for now, you were merely a spectator.

“You had that pie smeared all across your face,” the man reminisced almost as if it were a happy memory, “Damn Bodecker thought it was blood. Remember that?”

You looked at the ground with a silent chuckle at the thought of Arvin as a young boy with pie smeared across his face but that faded when you heard the way he said, “Yeah, I remember everything about that night,” with such heaviness.

“He ain’t the lawman that I expected,” he continued, “Shame about his sister though.”

“Why? What happened?”

“His sister and her husband were found dead. Not far from Meade.”

Your heart stopped beating and you glanced over at Arvin to find him already casting a nearly imperceptible but highly aware glance at you. “That’s awful. They know what happened?” You questioned, trying to force as much sincerity into your tone as possible. There was no telling with certainty that Bodecker’s sister and her husband were Sandy and Carl but that would be a huge coincidence for two different couples to wind up dead not far from Meade on the same day.

The man nodded, “Last I heard, they don’t know for sure. I got a friend who’s son works in the sheriff’s department, though. Said they thought it was a murder-suicide at first but found bullets from a gun that they couldn’t find at the crime scene so they ain’t so sure no more. Looks like they’re investigating it as a murder.”

Your mouth fell open, trying to find the words that would secure your innocence, as if this man had any reason to believe you were guilty anyways, but it took a moment for you to find your voice, “That’s terrible. I hope they figure out what happened,” you lied, less convincingly than you hoped but this man had no reason to not believe you.

He nodded in agreement, “Yeah, real unfortunate to hear. But, uh, I won’t keep you any longer. You two stay safe out there.” He waved the pair of you off and you and Arvin returned to the car.

The second both doors were securely shut, you let out a breath of air you weren’t aware you’d been holding, “We’re fucked, ain’t we?”

“They ain’t got no reason to suspect us.” Arvin tried to reassure but the way he gripped onto his thighs tightly made you nervous.

“He said they found bullets that didn’t match the guns at the scene. Did you pick up the bullets at the church? Can they trace the gun back to you?” Your questions flew frantically, pulling out onto the road and following the fork that the man had pointed down earlier.

Arvin nodded, fingers rolling over the lumps in his pocket where the empty cases had been residing since yesterday. “Yeah, I picked ‘em up. ‘M pretty sure I got ‘em all.”

You let out a shaky breath, feeling sick to your stomach, “Good,” You lied, feeling anything but, “good.”

***

You sat at the tiny diner in town at a booth all to yourself, sipping at a soda and picking at a basket of fries. At first, you had thought that you could possibly read the book you’d packed into your bag for the trip but it sat on the table beside the napkin dispenser, untouched since you set it down after giving up at trying to read after your third time rereading the same paragraph and retaining no information.

How could you read at a time like this? No matter how much you thought you had processed what had happened over the last twenty-four hours, it felt like the reality never truly weighed in. They knew that there was an additional gun so they knew someone else was involved. Carl and Sandy were murdered and the police knew it.

And of course Sandy would turn out to be the fucking sheriff’s sister! Just your luck, right? Carl probably could have disappeared and nobody would have noticed but the sheriff’s sister was going to be a hard one to hide from, especially now knowing that they suspected foul play. There’s no reason for anyone to suspect us, you breathed deeply, trying to calm yourself.

The picked at basket of fries hadn’t been nearly as much comfort as you had hoped and your soda was none too great a therapist either. You didn’t realize you’d actually miss Arvin, the man you’d only known less than twenty-four hours, when you’d only dropped him off at the site of his old home thirty minutes ago but there was a loneliness now that made you uneasy. When Arvin was around, the last day’s events felt bearable but now that you were alone, the paranoia gnawed at you.

Reaching for the ice cold Coca-Cola brand glass full of soda, you dragged it towards you, the sparkling liquid fizzing against your tongue as you took a long sip. Focus on the bubbles. Focus on the bubbles. Arvin will be done soon and you can get the hell out of Knockemstiff and as far from the crime scene as possible.

There was a light chime from the small bell that hung over the door that drew your attention and you watched a tall dark haired man walk in, looking around like he owned the place. One of the waitresses walked right up to him with a warm smile, “Heya Sheriff! What can I get you?”

Your blood ran cold at the realization of who this was and your fears were only confirmed when he turned and you could see the heavy expression in his eyes, “‘M not here for food, Sally. You seen a boy and girl come through here? They’re both young and pretty good looking. He’s kinda average height, brown hair?,” he went on to describe you briefly as well before continuing, “Might have been hitchhiking.”

As casually as you could, you picked up the book and buried your face in it, letting your hair drape over the sides of your face to conceal yourself as much as possible. Sally thought for a moment, “Hm, we get the usual hitchhikers through here. The boy got a name?”

“Arvin Russell.” Bodecker’s voice was flat and serious and the waitress could tell that he was in no mood for stretching this out.

She shook her head apologetically, “‘M sorry, Bodecker. I ain’t seen nobody come through here with that name or a new couple at all. I saw Henry talkin’ to a pair who might’ve matched that description though. Saw ‘em on my way into work. Couldn’t see ‘em too well but sounds like they might have had the same hair color. I don’t know… they didn’t look familiar though. Maybe check with him?”

It was amazing how your breath could reverberate so loudly off the thick walls of paper that shrouded your face from view. Your heart pounded in your chest as you continued to eavesdrop in silence. “Yeah, I’ll go do that. Thanks, Sal.”

You peeked over your book to see her nod and perch up on her toes while she gestured to the kitchen, “Can I get you somethin’ for the road? Coffee maybe? You know it’s on the house.”

Bodecker just shook his head, a solemn look on his face, the look of a man on a mission, “Nah, I better just head out.” With that he walked out the door and you watched him carefully as he climbed into his police car and drove off down towards the old man’s house that you and Arvin had been at not more than an hour ago.

This was bad.

As quickly as you could, you paid for your meal and hustled out to your car, practically throwing yourself into the driver’s seat and speeding down the road after the officer. If he was stopping at the old man’s - Henry, as you just learned - house, that could possibly give you enough time to find Arvin at his house and drive off before Bodecker could even find the pair of you.

Your knuckles turned white on the steering wheel as you sped down the road, grateful that the roads were mostly empty at this time of day. The only sound was the wheels spinning against the asphalt and you talking aloud to yourself, trying to devise a plan. “Just get there before Bodecker, pick up Arvin, get the hell outta dodge.” You repeated it over and over again as if it were that simple.

Soon, you passed Henry’s humble abode and, sure enough, the sheriff’s car was parked just outside and you saw his large figure questioning the old man. Neither of them paid your passing car any mind, which you were grateful for as you peeled off down the left fork of the road, the one that led up to the Mitchell Flats.

You pulled up to the flat area that only had remnants of a house’s foundation now. Slabs of cement were the only signs that a house ever was here, mostly broken from years of abuse from the elements and teenagers. When you pulled up, you noticed that Arvin was nowhere to be seen. “Shit!” You hissed, jumping out of the car and jogging down towards his backyard, the direction he had headed when you dropped him off earlier. He couldn’t have made it far.

“Arvin!” You called out, arms reaching out in a desperate attempt to keep your balance as your feet skidded every few steps along the leaves and moss that slicked the hill you hustled down. “Arvin!”

“I really need you to fucking respond…” You groaned the words meant for Arvin aloud to yourself as you nearly tripped over logs on your trek through the woods. The trees all looked the same and you kept glancing behind you to ensure that you weren’t going in circles, often choosing little landmarks, like that one log that had mushrooms growing on it, to make sure you could find your way back.

Finally, you saw Arvin’s form kneeling before an eerie wooden cross, his white t-shirt dirty from several days of less than ideal situations. You ran towards Arvin, tripping slightly over a few rocks here and there along the way. He turned, ears perked up at the sound of your footsteps. “Arvin! Thank God I found you. We gotta go. Bodecker’s onto us. He came into the diner looking for us and is at Henry’s now.”

Arvin stood up hastily, “Where’s the car?”

“Up by where your house used to be.” You pointed over your shoulder in the direction you came from, “C’mon! If we leave now we might be able to get outta here before-” There was the distinct rustle of footsteps coming from uphill that made you freeze. Your voice lowered to nearly a whisper, “Did you hear that?”

Arvin froze as well, the only sound being your breathing, as you both waited for the sound again. Sure enough, there was a rustle of footsteps again. “Arvin Russell! I know you’re down there somewhere!” Bodecker’s voice rang through the forest clear as day, “You ‘n that girl you’re with. I know y’all are out there.”

Arvin literally tackled you to the ground and hugged your body close to his as he rolled the both of you into a small crevice between a fallen tree and a hole beneath it. He pressed you close into the tree, hiding you as far into the small space as he could while he fumbled around in his pocket for his gun.

“It’s Sheriff Bodecker, kids! I just got some questions to ask you!”

Arvin perched up on his elbows to try and peer over the log. You reached up and fisted his shirt, trying to drag him back down. “What the hell are you-”

A gunshot blasted through the empty forest and both you and Arvin flinched aggressively. His body dropped against yours and you held his chest tightly, burying yourself in his body and pulling him as close to you as possible, concealed in the shelter of the log. You let out a tiny shriek of surprise that you muffled by biting your thumb. His arms wrapped around your body in both an attempt to shield you but also as a knee jerk reaction looking for safety himself in you.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Goddamn bird scared me!” Bodecker breathed heavily somewhere to the west of where you were, his footsteps getting closer and closer. “I ain’t here to hurt you! And I know that y’all don’t wanna hurt me. Come on out so we can have us a talk!”

While Bodecker spoke his lies, Arvin laid back on his back and fumbled around with his gun yet again, this time gripping it and loading the clip with shaky clumsy hands. Finally, he got the clip loaded and he cocked the gun, holding it with both hands like an inexperienced marksman.

You looked around frantically for something to use as a weapon, anything to not feel helpless. Rocks and sticks seemed to be your best choices but you knew damn well that wouldn’t do jack shit against a gun. Arvin glanced over at you with fear in his eyes, the fact that you both found yourselves facing death yet again for the second time in two days. Tragedy seemed to loom over Arvin like a storm cloud but, looking in your wide beautiful eyes, he’d be damned if he let you become another ghost in his past.

“I had a feeling you’d be here. Remember that night you brought me up here? That was an awful thing your daddy did.” His footsteps were terrifyingly close now and you did the only thing you could think of to help. You tossed a stone as far away as you could. According to plan, Bodecker jumped and shot at the sudden movement. “God damnit, don’t fuck with me!”

Arvin may have had the gun but if you could make Bodecker waste his ammo, that was less chances he had of shooting you and Arvin. It was the best solution you could come up with in the heat of the moment. Bodecker sounded furious now and when you peeked over the log, you saw him hiding behind a tree.

You threw another rock in his direction and he wasted yet another shot. “Fuck! I swear to God-” He cursed angrily, knowing he was wasting his shots on nothing.

“Put the gun down, Sheriff. I got one pointed right at you!” Arvin yelled back and your eyes blew wide in panic. You smacked him on the arm and the question in your eyes was clear: What the hell are you thinking?

“Can’t do that son!”

“Just set it on the ground and step away.” Arvin’s voice shook despite his attempt at sounding firm.

“What?” Bodecker asked with a notable change in his tone. Footsteps started approaching again.

Poor Arvin fell right into the trap. “Just set it on the ground and step away!” He repeated even louder. You smacked his arm again and held a finger to your lips.

“So you can kill me like you did my sister and that preacher in West Virginia?” Bodecker hollered back. “You and that girl murdered my sister, didn’t you?”

For the first time since the incident, you felt actual guilt for what you’d done. Hearing the way Bodecker’s voice cracked with grief made you realize that Sandy’s death did actually have an effect on other people, even if she wasn’t a good person. Arvin swallowed hard too, “We ain’t bad people, Sheriff. That preacher weren’t no good. He hurt my sister so bad she killed herself, Sheriff. I had no choice!”

You shook your head and waved your hands at him, desperately pleading him to stop talking. Bodecker’s footsteps were only getting closer and you knew he was getting Arvin to talk so he could locate the two of you. Arvin just had to explain himself, though, and before you could move, Bodecker was right on top of you. From your new position, awkwardly creeping up a nearby tree, using its trunk for cover, you could see Bodecker’s shotgun peek out from around a tree.

“I hate to be the one to tell you this, Sheriff, but your sister and her husband… they weren’t no good neither.” Arvin continued to explain yourselves to the sheriff. By then, your upper back was pressed up awkwardly against a standing tree but you were still lying down, hiding mostly against the fallen log still. Arvin stayed laying on his back, gun up against his chest. “I got a snapshot in my pocket of her huggin’ on some dead guy. And Y/N… you shoulda seen what they was doin’ to her,” Arvin’s eyes met yours and you could see a well of unshed tears as this poor boy was on the verge of breaking at the thought of watching you relive that horror. It was a brief moment that he wanted only you to see before he continued, “What they wanted to do to us. We had no choice! Let loose that gun and I’ll show it to you!”

Suddenly, Bodecker jumped out from behind the tree and Arvin pulled the trigger as soon as he saw him coming but not before the sheriff got a shot off right at the two of you as well. You shrieked out in pain as a few pellets from the shotgun grazed your arm, tearing holes in your jacket. They weren’t deep wounds but they tore long thin gashes across your flesh that began bleeding immediately.

“Agh!” You yelled out, clutching your bicep that was already wet with crimson liquid. Arvin rolled over next to you, having flinched away from the bullets in the opposite direction. You wanted to ask if he was alright but he rolled back over to look up at Bodecker, confirming that he was thankfully at least alive.

Your attention went to the sheriff as well who stood there looking dumbfounded at the red spot blossoming on his shirt. His jaw went slack and his knees buckled before he finally dropped to the ground. You and Arvin shot each other glances of disbelief. You both pressed yourselves off the ground and hopped over the log towards the sheriff.

Bodecker was on the ground, gasping and trying to hang onto what was left of his life. The first thing you did before even looking at him long was kneel down and take his gun from his hand. Now that you were sure he couldn’t hurt you, you looked down at him sadly. Killing Sandy and Carl had been disturbingly easy because they were genuinely terrible people who were trying to murder you. They also died quickly. Bodecker lied helpless on the ground at the mercy of two young adults, gasping and gripping desperately to this world. This time, the murder made your heart feel heavy. Yes, he had been trying to murder you and Arvin but it was for his sister’s sake. There was a twisted nobility in the action that you could empathize for.

Bodecker looked up at Arvin and then up at you. “So it was you in that picture,” he attempted to say, his voice a hoarse whisper.

Your brows furrowed in confusion, “What do you mean?”

He laid his head back, too tired to continue straining himself, “In… in my pocket… Found some pictures in Carl’s camera of… of a girl crying with her shirt.. With her shirt…” Bodecker attempted to explain but his voice failed him as much as his the rest of his body was beginning to shut down.

You gasped at the mention of the photographs. In the heat of everything, you had completely forgotten that Carl had taken a few pictures of you. You patted down the sheriff’s pocket until you found a developed picture of you with your shirt torn wide open, bra out for the world to see, and tears streaming down your face despite the defiantly angry look on your face. Sandy was topless behind you, her lips pressing against your neck and her hands gripping your breasts, pressing them up and inwards to amplify their suppleness. Her direct eye contact with the camera was chilling.

You shuttered at the picture, shoving it in your own pocket instead of giving it back to Bodecker. You weren’t sure what you’d do with it but you couldn’t risk anyone else seeing it.

Arvin had caught a glimpse of the picture and noticed the way it shook in your hands. He noticed the way your eyes glazed over looking at it like you couldn’t believe it was actually you. When you shoved it in your pocket, he sighed and pulled out his own photograph to show the sheriff, the one of Sandy posing nude behind a man’s corpse.

“We had no choice.” He told Bodecker. There was such sincerity in his voice and almost an apology in his eyes for the harm that he had caused to Bodecker and his family. It was never meant to be like this for either you or him. Neither of you were supposed to have become killers. Your hands were never meant to be stained red but life or death situations called for extreme measures and it had been you or them every time. “They was gonna kill us. I swear.”

“We didn’t wanna do it but they had a gun to our heads and tried to force us to... We didn’t have a choice. They were gonna kill us.” You reiterated, voice just as shaky as Arvin’s as you had to sit and come to terms with the events of the last twenty-four hours.

“I’m so sorry.” You and Arvin apologized in uncoordinated unison, hanging your heads low to genuinely show how sorry you were for causing him pain and that it had all had to boil down to this.

Bodecker’s eyes left the pair of you and stared upwards at the trees. You glanced up to see what he was looking at and saw a beautiful clearing in the branches that framed the perfectly clear late afternoon sky. It was a beautiful view to have to be your last, you thought morbidly but truthfully.

You and Arvin sat by Bodecker’s side, listening to his ragged strained breaths until they finally stopped and you knew he was gone. It felt like the least you could do after everything, staying with him so he didn’t die alone. You hoped that maybe it counted as some shred of redemption for the sins committed over the last two days.

When Bodecker’s body finally went limp and his eyes glazed over, you reached up and brushed your hand over his face, closing his eyes. You couldn’t stand to see the empty blue orbs stare off into nothingness and know there was nobody behind those eyes anymore. Arvin stood up and walked over to where you had been hiding, not giving Bodecker’s body much attention at all after he finally slipped away.

With a heavy sigh, you pressed yourself to your feet and walked over to where Arvin stood, looking down at a hole full of animal bones that you hadn’t noticed earlier. You visibly cringed, wondering what in the hell you walked into, “What’s that?”

Sadness overtook Arvin’s features as he stared at the pile of bones, “My best friend from when I was a boy. I had to come back and give him a proper burial.” His vague answer clearly had a story attached to it but you didn’t have the heart to press him further on it right now. Arvin turned his attention to the pistol in his hand, the one he had used to shoot Teagarden, Carl, and Bodecker, and saw nothing but the bloodshed it had caused.

You wished you could know what was going on in Arvin’s brain as he twisted that Luger in his hand. His eyes were deep with remorse, grief, and heartache and you could tell that this boy had seen too many tragedies for one lifetime and somehow, they were all related to the gun he held in his hand.

After almost a minute of silence, he placed the gun gingerly on top of the bones in the makeshift grave and piled it full of dirt until it was indistinguishable from the rest of the forest floor. The only landmarks to signify its location were the three crosses that humbly stood above it. “Why’d you do that?” You asked with gentle curiosity.

He stood up but kept his eyes trained on where the hole once was, “My daddy always told me to wait for the right time to do anything.,” He nodded his head, as if agreeing with his own decision, “I think it’s the right time.” His answer was cryptic and, yet again, you could tell there was a story behind it that you would have to wait to discover.

There was a cool breeze that sent goose bumps rising across your arms and you glanced around the forest to see the leaves rustle and fall to the ground. That was when the black and white clothing of Sheriff Bodecker stood out against the gold and brown foliage and reality settled back in.

“We should probably get outta here soon, Arv.” You urged with a gentle tone, a hand coming to rest softly on Arvin’s bicep.

Arvin’s jumped slightly, eyes darting down to where your skin gently grazed his own. The softness of your touch and the sincerity in your eyes was one that he wasn’t sure he’d experienced since his mother. Even Lenora hadn’t filled that gap that he was secretly desperate for to be filled. She was kind and gentle but had a childlike naivety that you lacked. Arvin’s mother had never looked at him the way you did either. His mother had been tender and compassionate but there was a different kind of understanding in the way that you looked at him. One look into your eyes validated all of his sins over the last few days, for better or worse.

His opposite hand reached across his body and rested over yours, revelling silently in the way your hand fit against his. “Yeah… you’re right.” Arvin took one last look at the three crosses that had haunted his dreams for years and it was almost as if he could feel himself kneeling before them with his father. These weren’t memories he ever thought he’d want to hold onto but now that he was faced with the possibility of never coming back, a part of him felt reluctant to leave. “Rest easy now, Jack.” He let his hand fall from yours with his last good bye and while you weren’t entirely sure who Jack was, you were fairly certain it was the name of whoever those bones in that grave belonged to.

“‘M sorry,” Arvin said out of the blue from the driver’s seat of your car, shaking you from the silent daze that both of you had been sitting in for the last thirty minutes.

You tore your eyes from the dashboard where they had long since zoned out on, emotionally overwhelmed, to look over at him. “For what?” You asked, brows furrowed.

“If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t have gotten caught up in all this.”

You shook your head, “That ain’t true, Arvin. We both ended up in Carl and Sandy’s car yesterday and we both pulled those triggers. Bodecker was shooting at us because he couldn’t settle with the fact that his sister was a monster. It’s like you said, us or them. I probably would’ve died with Sandy and Carl if it weren’t for you being there so if anything, I should be thanking you. You saved my life.”

Arvin looked over at you, his eyes red from holding back tears for so long but he still shed none. He wasn’t sure what to say to that. The way you had been sitting so quietly had him convinced that you hated him for dragging you into a life ruining situation. “Well I wouldn’t have made it this far without you either so thank you.”

You nodded with a small appreciative smile but there was an exhausted sadness behind your features that Arvin shared. Silence settled back over the car aside from the faint ever present sound of the wind outside the car as you and Arvin drove on down the highway headed for Pennsylvania. Neither of you knew what your next steps were but since killing Bodecker, you’d both decided that heading back to Barren Springs was not a wise decision. The two of you needed to get as far away from this area as you could, at least until everything blew over - that was, if it ever would. If Bodecker could track Arvin, that must have meant the other police officers knew that he had killed Teagarden as well. You weren’t sure if the police knew that you and Arvin were responsible for Carl and Sandy but you could assume as much since Bodecker came after the two of you. Even if they didn’t, there were pictures of you on Carl’s camera but your body wasn’t at the crime scene. Finally, when Bodecker didn’t return, wouldn’t that just put you and Arvin at the top of the suspect list?

So with all the uncertainty in the world, you sat in the passenger seat of your own car with a stranger who you felt like you understood more than you’d ever understood anyone, driving across state lines with no clue as to what you future held. You didn’t know where you were going, when you’d get to come back home, when you could safely see anyone you cared about again, or what was going to happen to all your life goals now. Everything that had been planned and comfortable had been stolen away by a twisted couple picking up a poor girl with a broken down car.

You didn’t know what was waiting for you in Pennsylvania, or anywhere for that matter, but even with all the uncertainty, one thing felt beyond doubt. Maybe it was the exhaustion from going two days with no sleep but you just knew Arvin Russell was going to be in your life from this day forward. There was something you couldn’t explain between the two of you. A spark felt like an inappropriate way to put it under the circumstances of your relationship thus far but it was an understanding, an empathy, a trust, a sense of protection of one another. When you tore your eyes off the road ahead long enough to look over at the man sitting beside you, his hair parted messily down the middle and his face and shirt smudged with dirt, you could have sworn you saw your future. Whether it was a future in prison together, as partners in crime, friends, or lovers, you weren’t quite sure, but a content smile crept up on your face at the inexplicably comforting knowledge that Arvin Russell would be there with you for whatever ups and downs were to come.

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itsmyblogandillreblogifiwantto · 4 years ago

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Cause baby you’re a firework.

A/N: Hi everyone! This is a bit of an angst heavy fic. Reader gets hurt on a case, and Spencer, her best friend worries he didn’t get the chance to admit his feelings. It has a fluffy ending!

Trigger warnings: Explosions, bombs, swearing, mentions of violence, blood, surgery details.

“So, my loves, bit of a heavy one for a Monday morning but there have been a series of explosions in Dallas, all big companies, 50 dead and counting.” Garcia said.

“That’s not as high as I thought it would be.” Emily says.

“Some have life threatening injuries.” J.J said as Garcia quickly went through the photos trying not to look at the horror of the blast and the injured victims.

“Why have we been called in baby girl?” Morgan asks

“The un-subs have been in disguise, a different one each time and seem to pose very professional so security doesn’t question them.” Garcia said, “We need to find them fast.”

“Wheels up in 30.” Hotch said closing his case file.

Everyone nods and grabs their go bags. “You okay Spence?” You ask your best friend

“Yeah, just these victims didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this.” Spencer says

“We know kid.” Rossi says to the 30 year old, “Let’s roll.”

On the plane

“Y/N, you used to be a bomb diffuser, didn’t you?” Hotch asked

“I did. Why?” You ask. Before the FBI you used to work dealing with this stuff every-day and have saved thousands of lives.

“Do you know what bomb this is?” Hotch asked showing you a photo of the last bomb used.

You look for your glasses before Spencer lends you his, as you have the same prescription, “Yeah, it’s a T148. It’s used mainly in Afghanistan and 3rd world countries where there are wars still going on. Small put powerful. Could kill anyone within a 10-mile radius.” You say handing Spencer his glasses back. “I’ve diffused a couple.”

“Y/N, how old are you?” Rossi asks, “I don’t like to ask women their ages, but you are very young.”

“I’m 24. I diffused one exactly like this when I worked for the MI5 in London. This bomb is poorly constructed though. The wiring is badly put together, probably explains Emily’s theory on why not as many people died in the buildings, only those about 2-3m from the bomb would have died and everyone else life-threatening injuries as J.J said earlier.” You say. “I’d say our un-subs are young, similar aged to me and doing this because they are being forced to for some reason such as their families being threatened.”

“How awful.” J.J says

“I’ve seen it before, it isn’t pleasant.” You say, not really keen on talking about your past but know the team wouldn’t ever judge you, or force you into saying something that made you uncomfortable but their facial expressions tell you they want to know what happened. “Last case I did in London, before transferring here, a family were held hostage in their own home and the un-sub wouldn’t let them go unless their son blew up their family home with them all inside. It was horrible.”

“What happened?” Spencer asked

“I ran into the house, and diffused the bomb, but the unsub found me stabbed me in my stomach and back multiple times just as I diffused it. He got shot dead outside, the next thing I remember is the family thanking me for saving them and the doctor saying I was in a coma for 7 days as I lost that much blood. One of the family members had the same blood type as me and donated the blood I needed as a way of thanking me for saving them or I would have died in surgery.” You say getting out of your chair, showing your scars on your stomach and back from where you got stabbed and had surgery.

“Shit.” Emily said.

“Did your family come to see you?” JJ asked

“I don’t have a family. I’m adopted and I don’t get on with my real family, or my adopted ones. I moved out when I was 18.” You shrug, not really bothered by it. “And before you all give me your condolences, I don’t need them. You are all my family now.” You smile as some turbulence occurs.

“Y/N are you okay to look at the diffused bombs when we arrive into Dallas?” Rossi asks you softly

“Yes, of course.” You say and get some sleep, but still dream about that day once a week and it keeps you up at night.

“How old was she when that happened?” Spencer asked, referring to the house bomb you just referred to.

“18.” Hotch said, “It’s in her file. She saved not just the family but the whole street as it was late at night.”

“Poor kid.” Rossi said as some turbulence hit the plane. “I didn’t realize she’d joined us when she was 18.”

“She really doesn’t act her age.” Morgan said, “When I was 24 I was doing stupid shit like getting drunk with my buddies and playing socker.”

“I didn’t know you were a bad flyer.” Spencer said noticing Rossi looking uncomfortable

“I’m not, I just hate turbulence.” Rossi said, holding onto his seat.

“You know turbulence very rarely causes planes to crash.” Spencer said looking up from his file.

“That does me absolutely no good at the moment. Thank you.” Rossi said through gritted teeth

“What we really need to worry about are microbursts - a sudden downburst of air associated with thunderstorms - but small craft like this one, if we hit one of those at the wrong altitude... Get pulverized.” Spencer said as he sipped his coffee.

“I beg of you to make him stop.” Rossi said to the rest of the team

“You can’t silence genius.” J.J chuckled

The team arrives into Dallas

“Wake up sleepy head.” Spencer smiled, gently waking you unaware you had the horrible dream again.

“Yeah.. Coming.” You say rubbing your eyes looking for your go bag.

“I got it.” Spencer said

“Thanks, and for lending me your glasses earlier.” You yawn.

“No problem.” Spencer smiled at his best friend.

You smile back as you get into the car and drive to the police station.

“Hi I’m J.J, these are my colleagues, Rossi, Hotch, Morgan, Y/S/N and Dr Reid.” J.J said shaking his hand, “You must be detective Smith.”

Smith nods, “Sure am. Set y’all up a conference room with donuts and coffee.” He says in a British accent.

“Donuts and coffee? To what to we owe the pleasure of food?” Morgan said as Smith shrugged winking at you.

“You know him kiddo?” Rossi asked

“He was in the same foster home as me.” You sigh, he beat you up a few times and eventually you learnt to fight back telling Rossi what he did to you.

“Just remember you are so much better than him Y/N, you’re in the fucking FBI and he’s a lame detective.” Spencer said, “And you have a donut.” He smiled shoving it in your face which made you laugh.

“And I have a family, and a dork of a best friend.” You smile, trying to hide your crush on Spencer, unaware he feels the same and start to eat the donut.

The team deliver a profile

“Hotch, can I go to forensics and check out the old bombs?” You ask

“Yes, of course Y/N. Spencer, Morgan, go with Y/N.” Hotch said

“Road trip with two nerds, come on Hotch.” Morgan rolled his eyes

“Hey!” You and Spencer both say

“We’re not nerds, we’re limited edition weirdos.” You smile

At forensics, you are chatting to the lab assistant, making chat about things, unaware Spencer is getting jealous.

“Just ask her out pretty boy.” Morgan said sipping his coffee.

“No! I can’t… She’s too perfect. I bet she has a boyfriend.” Spencer said

“Hey love birds, so this bomb is the same as the others, the first was done perfectly, but the last one, less so. So, I’m thinking something happened to him or her, and the other two are now working alone.” You say to Morgan and Spencer

Spencer’s cheeks flush at the mentioning of the words ‘love birds’ and phones Hotch with your findings as Morgan phones Garcia.

“Has he asked her yet chocolate thunder?” Garcia asked

“Not yet Mama, soon hopefully.” Morgan chuckled

“Keep me posted my love.” Garcia giggled

“Will do baby girl. Bye.” Morgan laughed and hung up, as Spencer’s cheeks got redder.

A few days have passed, and the case isn’t going anywhere, there is little information and all DNA left at the scene has been too small to get a sample.

“Guys… I think I got something.” You say looking up from the computer you were reading from.

“What is it Y/N?” Hotch asked

“Big new building having a grand opening today, over 1000 people attending. This could be the next one.” You say.

“Let’s go.” Hotch told the team

In the car

“Hotch, if it comes to it, you realise I will want to find the bomb and diffuse it.” You say, feeling the tension in the car.

“Y/N, you can’t risk you own life again.” Morgan said

“1 for over 1000, I’d rather that than my family and all those people die.” You say bluntly.

“You can’t.” Emily says as Spencer nods agreeing with her.

“I will.” You say through gritted teeth.

“Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to that.” Hotch said as you arrive into the building.

Outside the building

“Prentiss, J.J, Morgan, you take the left side. Rossi, Reid, Y/S/N and I will take the left. Meet in the middle.” Hotch says as you all nod putting your vests on and holding your guns out ready.

“Ready?” Spencer asks you.

“Yeah, let’s go.” You say.

“FREEZE FBI!” You announce, noticing the un-subs who set the bomb to go off and run. “After them, left stairwell, 6th floor, going down.” You say, “I got this.”

“Y/N…” Spencer began

“Spencer, fucking go. I’m fine.” You say shooing him away.

Spencer nods, not really wanting to leave you and goes after the un-subs with the team.

“You forgot about one thing princess.” You suddenly hear behind you.

“Smith?” You say, recognising his voice. “What the fucking shit?”

“Never were the smart one was you…” He said stomping on your arm and you scream out in pain trying to grab your weapon as he stomps on your leg and starts to tut. “Oh Y/N… So helpless… So innocent… Never could take my punches…” He said as you quickly notice a gap and grab your weapon, as he stabs you in the chest. You take your chance, whilst screaming in pain and shoot him dead then quickly tell the team you are hurt and continue to work on the bomb.

30 seconds until it goes off.

You take some wires apart. 20 seconds left.

“Y/N!” You hear the team call your name.

“Up here!” You call back, as you manage to stop the bomb going off and collapse next to Smith, blood pouring out of your chest.

“Y/N… Breathe… You’re going to make it…” Spencer says scooping you up and putting pressure on the wound as you close your eyes. “You’re going to make it…” He says again as tears go down his cheeks as the paramedics arrive to take you to surgery. “I’m going with her.” Spencer tells Hotch who nods.

“Keep us posted.” Rossi says as Spencer just keeps his head down as Morgan tells Garcia what happened.

“Oh my baby… Please bring her home.” Was all that she managed to say.

You ended up having surgery.

“Dr Reid?” A doctor said coming out in scrubs full of blood.

“Yes.” Spencer says quickly getting up, he hasn’t left the hospital since you went in 5 hours ago, twice to have a stress cigarette and to get a coffee.

“She’s strong that girl. Her heart stopped beating in surgery, but she’s out now and she’s awake if you want to speak to her.” He says

Spencer nods and follows the doctor to your room as he tells the team the news.

“Oh thank God.” Garcia says, “Bring her dessert. She needs chocolate pudding.”

Spencer walks into your room. “Hey.” He says softly

“Hi pretty boy.” You smile.

“Nice to see your memory wasn’t affected.” Spencer says

“If I’d been stabbed 5cm closer. I’d be dead.” You say, “I think my bomb days are over.” You chuckle then wince noticing the stitches.

Spencer sits down. “Are you okay, besides the pain?” He asks giving you the chocolate pudding.

“Yeah, I mean, I got my best friend right here and my favourite pudding. Can’t complain.” You say smiling

“I was really worried for you.” Spencer said

“Me too.” You admit

“Can I ask you something?” Spencer asked biting his lip

“If it’s for a stress cigarette, I already know you have had one.” You say, “We have the same habits Dr Reid.”

“No.” Spencer laughed. “I like you Y/N. I love you actually, more than just you being my best friend… I have for the last few years… Would you like to go on a date with me?” Spencer asked looking down.

You smile, cupping his face with your hands. “I’d love to, but maybe when I’m not wearing a hospital gown and we have an audience.” You say referring to the team all there, and Penelope on Skype, waving at you.

“Audience?” Spencer asks then clocks the team. “Fuckers.” He says as they all come in to hug you and bring you more pudding.

“She’ll be out tomorrow morning.” The doctor said

“Thank you Doctor.” You smile at him

“Don’t do that again Y/N.” Hotch whispered to you, you’re like the daughter he never had. “You saved 1000 people, and we caught the other two un-subs.”

“My bomb days are over.” You assure Hotch and make grabby hands for the pudding Spencer has started to eat.

“Hey pretty boy, better make sure pretty girl gets her pudding or she’ll put a bomb on it.” Morgan said as you all laugh.

“I love you guys.” You smile.

“The feeling is mutual.” Rossi smiled as they all left you and Spencer alone.

“Stay the night?” You asked him quietly.

“I’m not leaving you.” Spencer smiled kissing your cheek and holding your hand.

“I thought you had a thing with germs.” You say

“I make exceptions for my Mum and my date.” Spencer smiled, “Now get some rest.”

“As long as you don’t eat my pudding.” You say as you close your eyes getting the best nights sleep you have had in a long time.

“Deal.” Spencer whispers as he sings you your favourite song, Firework by Katy Perry.

'Cause baby, you're a firework

Come on, show 'em what you're worth

Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh"

As you shoot across the sky

Baby, you're a firework

Come on, let your colors burst

Make 'em go, "Oh, oh, oh"

You're gonna leave 'em all in awe, awe, awe

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probably-eating-poptarts · 4 years ago

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New Blood | Chapter 2

Tensions rise and plans are made

Universe: Texas Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning

Pairing: Thomas Hewitt x OC

Word count: 1,980

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A/N: This chapter was honestly so hard to write considering the fact that, like… nothing interesting happens 😂 But I felt it ended where it needed to end, and I have ideas already set for where I want this story to go, so stay tuned! (@tentacles-and-coffee, would you like sum tag? 👀)

Chapter song: Bad Moon Rising - Creedence Clearwater Revival

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That night was chaos at the Hewitt house.

“What the hell were you thinkin’, Ma? That bitch should be on Tommy’s choppin’ block, not off runnin’ your damn errands!”

“Now Charlie, you oughta know by now we can’t just kill off every single person that comes through; someone’s gonna catch on eventually–”

“It’s Hoyt, goddammit! Hoyt!”

A bony, long-fingered fist slammed into the worn butcher block table with enough force to topple one of the cloudy old mason jars spaced around at each place setting, and spittle flew from pooched, cracked lips. Luda Mae threw her hands up in exasperation before stomping into the kitchen, fed up with her son’s tantrums.

She returned a moment later, setting down a casserole dish fresh out of the stove. “That was a good girl, I just know it. She was just passin’ through and there wasn’t no reason at all to do away with her! Besides, her granddaddy is old John Elwood and you know he and his kin would come snoopin’ around if she up and disappeared!”

Hoyt spat carelessly onto the scuffed hardwood and curled his lip in a mockery of a smile. “You just jealous, Mama?” he wheedled. “Sad that you ain’t had no little bitch to gussy up, huh? Is that it?”

“That’s enough, now!” She snapped, her tone booking no room for further argument. “You won’t lay a single finger on that girl if I have anything to say about it, so just hush up and eat your supper.”

The old woman sat herself in her chair with a sense of finality, staring down her eldest child as if daring him to open his mouth again. Luda Mae had given her boy a lot of slack after his return from the war, and she loved him dearly despite the attitude he liked to give her these days, but at some point a mother just has to put her foot down.

The two locked eyes for several tense moments before Hoyt sucked sourly at his teeth and called over his shoulder, “C’mon in here, Tommy, and let’s eat.”

From the shadows of the hallway a looming shape moved; dim light from the dining room spilling over the burly, hulking form of the youngest Hewitt as he ducked under the doorway to enter the room. He had been patiently awaiting his adopted brother’s permission to join the rest of the family as always, but he found his thoughts distracted from his meal tonight with the topic of their discussion. Who was this girl, and why was Mama so taken up with her? Would she just end up like everyone else who found themselves on the receiving end of the infamous Hewitt hospitality?

He could tell that Mama was none at all happy with that prospect, and he found himself struggling with the uncomfortable possibility of having to choose between the wishes of his mother and the demands of his sibling. Cross as he could be sometimes, Charlie (Hoyt, Tommy reminded himself) had always been the one to give Thomas direction in his days following the collapse of the slaughterhouse; who to kill, who to detain, who to hobble for his… ‘personal enjoyment’.

But if his brother commanded him to kill this stranger, and then Mama told him not to… What would he do?

Shaking off the unanswerable conundrum for now, Thomas tucked into his meal with his usual gusto and decided he would just cross that bridge if or when he ever came to it. For now, supper was hot and the evening was still young yet…

“Thanks again, Bobby. I’ll tell Opa you said hello!”

Addie waved farewell to the bearded man and folded the small stack of paperwork he’d just finished filling out neatly as she made her way back towards her truck and now-empty trailer, hauling herself into the driver’s seat before cranking the engine and pulling out of the livestock pavilion.

Just a ways down the road - right where Luda Mae said it would be - a tiny little tea shop sat tucked away on the downtown strip between a record store and a newly refurbished post office. Addie had to drive almost half a mile more to find parking that accommodated the size of her rig, but she enjoyed the walk nonetheless as she made her way back past quaint storefronts and other folks out for a morning stroll.

The shop itself was cozy, if not slightly disorganized on the inside, but the rather eccentric older woman behind the desk knew exactly where everything was when Addie explained what she was after. When she finally left the store nearly a half hour later - the small silver bells above the door tinkling a merry goodbye over her head - she had two boxes of green tea and a little novelty tea strainer she’d been… somewhat coerced into buying all tucked away in a little paper bag under her arm.

From there it was just one quick stop by Luda Mae’s place, and then she’d be on her way home. The trek out always took much longer since she made extra stops at other farms to pick up livestock, but if she played her cards right, she’d probably make it back to Elwood Dairy by suppertime.

Someone at the pavilion had even managed to fix her radio, so with the windows cranked down and CCR blasting over the speakers, it was only just before noon when she found the little turnoff and rolled into the diner’s parking lot.

Roiling thunderclouds were gathering as Addie made her way across the asphalt towards the rickety front steps, and she paused for just a moment to study the looming darkness reaching out across the restless treetops in the distance.

“Looks like we’ll be in for a pretty nasty summer storm,” came Luda Mae’s voice from just behind the porch door. She pushed the screen open with her elbow and waved Addie inside, ushering her towards one of the antique tables where a porcelain teapot and mismatched teacups sat waiting.

The two women chatted amicably for a while as the tea Addie had acquired steeped; watching the broiling noon sun slowly and mercifully fade away beneath the creeping shadows of the oncoming storm cell.

“So do you stay with Old John up there at the dairy?” Luda inquired.

“Yes ma’am,” Addie replied, “Ever since I was a kid.”

“What about your folks? Do y’all all live on the property together?”

The younger girl pursed her lips and looked down into her cup, swirling the dark contents within.

“M’not really sure where my biological father is,” she finally confessed. “And my mom signed over custody to my grandparents when I was about six, so I’ve been with them almost my whole life. She comes around now and again, but we don’t really see her all that often.”

Her shoulders lifted and fell in a quick, nonchalant shrug. “Besides, growing up on the farm was really nice; and with Oma being sick lately, I came back from college to help out more.”

Luda Mae perked up. Sweet, well-spoken, and educated? “What were you schoolin’ for, then?”

“Well I finished my degree a couple years ago, actually.” The hint of pride in her tone was hard to hide. “I was really just taking extra courses during the fall before I left campus.”

Before she could elaborate the screen flew open with a sharp thwack, accompanied by a growling roll of thunder. Well-worn snakeskin boots thumped heavily against the dusty hardwood floor, announcing the arrival of the scowling sheriff Addie had seen briefly during her previous visit.

“Mama,” he nodded in greeting to the older woman, his sharp, beady gaze boring into Addie so coarsely that an instinctive shiver of apprehension tumbled down her spine.

“Hoyt! Come on in, honey; let me get you something to drink and introduce you to Miss Adeline Elwood, old John’s grandbaby.” As she spoke, Luda Mae tottered up from the table and pulled out a glass coke bottle from the old cooler by the register, popping the cap off on the attached bottle jack before passing it to her son.

The seemingly permanent frown he sported turned a fraction more sour, just for a moment, before breaking into a fractured grin - as if he had forgotten the art of smiling properly. “Pleasure’s all mine, ma’am.”

Both Hewitts joined Addie at the table, chair legs scraping as bodies settled into comfortable positions.

“So you mean to tell me ain’t nobody out here drivin’ that rig of yours?” Hoyt asked her with an air of haughty surprise. “We ain’t used to seein’ decent womenfolk around these parts all by themselves, y’know.”

Addie hid her clenched teeth behind a sociable smile. “Yep, it’s just me. Been hauling cattle by myself for a few years now since my Opa is staying home more often.”

The sheriff whistled low and reclined comfortably against the back of his chair. “Yeah, word spread fast when miz Rosie got sick. How’s she been holding up these days, hm?”

“About as well as can be expected,” Addie replied with a cock of her left shoulder. “We’re all just taking things one day at a time.”

He nodded sagely and took a swig of his drink, still watching her every move like a hawk zeroing in on an unsuspecting mouse.

“Now, you never got around to tellin’ me what you were upstate studying,” Luda Mae interjected with a gentle pat on the younger woman’s arm. “Such a bright young thing, aren’t ya dear?”

Clearing her throat, Addie fiddled with the excess of her ponytail before taking a brief sip of tea long since gone tepid. The wiry old coot was starting to make her rather tense. “I got my degree in animal science over at TAMU two years ago, and I’d been taking some agricultural classes right before I came back home to help around the farm.”

“Sciences, huh?” Hoyt sucked on the dip between his teeth. “Awful high aspirations for such, ah… lovely young lady such as yerself, dontcha think?”

Addie leveled him with a rather icy stare.

“Well that may be so, but since veterinary options tend to be rather limited around these parts, I figured I may as well learn how to do it myself.” She hit him then with her coyest, most femininely charming smile. “Sometimes a lady’s gotta help herself if there’s no man around to do it for her.”

With a sly wink to seal the deal, she pushed off from the table and tipped her head to both Hewitts in turn. “The tea was lovely Miss Mae, but I really ought to be headed on home, now.”

“Oh please, sweetheart, don’t go botherin’ with all that ‘Miss’ stuff.” The older woman began to gather their empty china. “Luda Mae will do just fine now.”

Nodding her understanding, Addie swapped final goodbyes and stepped back into the oppressive Texas heat, barely deterred by the flagging breeze pulling the surging storm cell ever closer.

“You drive careful now, y’hear?” Luda Mae called from beyond the screen. Hoyt stood at her shoulder - an ominous figure looming within his mother’s shadow - and he crooked his fingers at her in a little wave as he smiled that rusted out grin around the wad of tobacco always present within the rotting crease of his lips.

Ingrained southern manners had the young woman returning that broken-doll gesture with the barest tilt of her head in acknowledgment, and she clambered quickly into the confines of her truck cab where she felt a modicum of safety behind thick glass and sturdy American steel. She wasn’t going to outrun this beast of a downpour, but she was ready to get as much of a headstart as she could.

Things were looking to get nasty very quickly.

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broomballkraken · 4 years ago

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Title: An Unrivaled Love

Fandom: Fire Emblem: Three Houses

Pairing(s): Sylvain/Lorenz

Word count: 1685

Warnings: N/A

Summary: 50 sentences of Sylvain and Lorenz

#01: Air

It was an amazing thing, Lorenz mused, that something as insignificant as Sylvain showing him a genuine smile was enough to knock the air from his lungs like he had been punched right in the gut.

#02: Apples

Sylvain tossed the half-eaten apple at Lorenz as he turned around, and Lorenz took a bite, secretly hoping to get a lingering taste of Sylvain among the sweetness of the fruit.

#03: Beginning

From the moment they met, Lorenz had a feeling that Sylvain would become a thorn in his side, but he of all people should have known that thorns can be accompanied by something quite beautiful.

#04: Bugs

“Get back here Sylvain!” Lorenz screeched, and Sylvain only barely managed to dodge the huge cockroach that was thrown at his head as he ran for his life.

#05: Coffee

“Coffee? Ugh, what an awful, bitter drink!” Sylvain agreed with Lorenz on something for once, but he would never actually admit it.

#06: Dark

“C’mon babe, it’s still dark outside…” Lorenz hesitated a moment, but he quickly decided that his morning routine could be delayed a bit, and he sunk back into his lover’s warm embrace.

#07: Despair

As Sylvain finally recognized the enemy dark knight - by his hair, colored a unique shade of purple that he had only seen once in his life - a feeling of despair that Sylvain had never felt before settled deep in his gut as he gripped his lance with a ghost-white hand.

#08: Doors

“Are you coming, darling?” Sylvain smiled and nodded as he placed his hand in Lorenz’s, letting his husband pull him through the door of their new home.

#09: Drink

After making the mistake of letting Sylvain out of his sight for far too long at the tavern, Lorenz struggled to support him on the way home as Sylvain blabbered on in a drunken stupor about how much he loved him.

#10: Duty

Lorenz knew that it was part of his duty to find a noble woman to marry, but as Sylvain shifted against his chest while he slept, Lorenz was highly considering telling his father to fuck off.

#11: End

With the final blow stuck, the war had finally come to an end, but Sylvain and Lorenz knew that this was only the beginning for them as they ran across the battlefield into each other’s embrace.

#12: Fall

“You’re supposed to stay on the horse, you know-” Lorenz rolled his eyes and cut Sylvain off by grabbing his arm and yanking him to the ground with him.

#13: Fear

Sylvain had never known a fear so terrifying as what he felt when he saw Lorenz fall from his horse, his shoulder and gut pierced by one arrow each.

#14: Fire

Sylvain hated the fact that Lorenz was better at magic than him, but what he hated even more was how beautiful the reflection of the flames looked mingled with the amethyst color of his eyes.

#15: Flexible

After making the horrible mistake of claiming to be more flexible than Lorenz, Sylvain was begrudgingly grateful that his rival at least had the decency to help him get to the infirmary.

#16: Flying

Lorenz was supportive of Sylvain trying out wyvern riding, but as he clung to his lover’s back for dear life while their giant draconic mount soared through the sky, he was greatly reconsidering this particular method of support.

#17: Food

“Hm, Fish and Bean Soup? As much as I loath to say it, you have impeccable taste, Sylvain.”

#18: Foot

Sylvain winced as Lorenz gently tended to his wounded foot, and even as he was being scolded for moving too much, Sylvain couldn’t help but crack a smile when he noticed the look of worry in Lorenz’s eyes.

#19: Gift

Sylvain’s initial shock when Lorenz got down on one knee in front of him with a ring quickly melted away and was replaced with amusement as he followed suit.

#20: Grave

Every time Sylvain left a rose at the weather-worn grave, he also left a piece of his completely shattered heart with it.

#21: Head

“Gods, I must have been dropped on my head as a child if I’m falling for you of all people.”

#22: Hollow

As he gazed out the window of the Gloucester Estate, Lorenz couldn’t help but wonder if these five years of war had left Sylvain feeling as hollow as he did.

#23: Honor

‘An honorable noble would not leave someone to face their despair alone,’ Lorenz told himself as he knocked on the door to Sylvain’s room.

#24: Hope

“When I look at you, my darling, and see how much love you harbor for me in your eyes, it gives me hope that we will both make it through this war, together.”

#25: Light

“You’ve always been a light in my life, Sylvain. Yes, even when we used to fight all the time, because those encounters allowed me to get close to you, and to fall completely and utterly in love with you.”

#26: Lost

Sylvain had felt lost when he returned to Garrag Mach to reunite with his class, but when he met Lorenz atop the Goddess Tower to exchange apologies, complements, and a few passionate, inexplicable kisses, Sylvain felt like he was finally being steered in the right direction.

#27: Metal

The jarring sound of metal striking metal rang throughout the training grounds, and as Sylvain’s eyes locked with those of his heated rival, a much different kind of heat sparked to life deep within his chest.

#28: New

This parenting thing was new, and a cause of slight anxiety, for the both of them, but when they saw the looks of pure joy on their adopted daughter and son’s faces when they brought them home, Sylvain and Lorenz knew that this would be the best decision that they would make together.

#29: Old

After 40 long years together, even though their hair had grayed and skin wrinkled, Sylvain and Lorenz still thought of each other as the most beautiful person they had ever known, and will ever know.

#30: Peace

Every time Lorenz stared deep and lovingly into his eyes before kissing him tenderly, Sylvain was overwhelmed with a sense of peace that he would never get anywhere else.

#31: Pretty

"Your eyes, they're just...gods damn it, you have the prettiest fucking eyes that I've ever seen, Lorenz!"

#32: Pride

“This is my life, Father, and I will not let you dictate how I live it any longer!” As Count Gloucester’s face contorted with unbridled rage, Sylvain had never felt more proud of his fiancé.

#33: Rain

Lorenz used to hate getting caught in the rain, but after a sudden downpour forced him and Sylvain to take shelter and gave them a rare moment of respite, he decided that he actually didn’t mind it as much after all.

#34: Regret

“My greatest regret...is that I never got to tell you how I feel about you, Sylvain,” Lorenz said as he raised his lance, and the blood drained from Sylvain’s face.

#35: Roses

They say that every rose has its thorn, but for Lorenz, Sylvain would take the risk of being pricked.

#36: Secret

“You really thought it was a secret? Oh please, just taking one look at you two together told us all we needed to know.” Hilda just laughed as Lorenz buried his beet-red face in his hands.

#37: Sickness

Lorenz was insufferable to be around when sick, but when a shaky, clammy hand slipped into Sylvain’s as he dabbed the sweat from his husband’s forehead, any annoyance he might have been feeling melted away to be replaced with an incredible fondness.

#38: Smile

“I love you!” Sylvain’s bold declaration came out in a desperate shout, and his eyes welled up with tears when Lorenz’s first reaction was to smile.

#39: Snow

Sylvain couldn’t tell if Lorenz’s face was so red because of the cold or embarrassment, but he didn’t have much time to think about it as he dodged the snowball thrown his way in retaliation.

#40: Soft

Lorenz was just as much of a battle-hardened warrior as Sylvain was, and yet, as they lay tangled in bed together, Sylvain had never felt such a soft feeling as when Lorenz skin was pressed against his own.

#41: Solid

When confronted by their fathers' opposition to their relationship, Sylvain and Lorenz realized that they had a pretty solid foundation built when they both simultaneously told them to fuck off.

#42: Spring

Spring was the season of love, something Sylvain was normally a self-proclaimed ‘expert’ at, but he didn’t really know what to make of these newfound feelings for his longtime rival.

#43: Stable

“Remember that one time, in the stables? Man, if Ferdinand would have caught us, we would have never heard the end of it!”

#44: Strange

Claude glanced up briefly from the maps that he was studying as Lorenz and Sylvain passed by, and he swore that he would never get used to the strange sight of those two holding hands.

#45: Summer

Summer was becoming one of Sylvain’s favorite seasons, because almost every morning he would find a beautiful bouquet of flowers left for him, carefully picked from his husband’s own garden.

#46: War

On mornings when Sylvain was lucky enough to wake up wrapped in Lorenz’s arms, the war seemed like it was a million miles away.

#47: Water

“Next time, maybe you should snag a smaller fish,” Sylvain said, laughing as he brushed Lorenz’s soaking-wet hair out of his pouting face.

#48: Whisper

Slender, practiced fingers traced over Sylvain’s overheated skin as Lorenz whispered his name, and that alone was enough to undo Sylvain completely.

#49: Wind

The soft breeze blowing passed the Goddess Tower gently tousled Lorenz’s hair, and Sylvain did not - could not - tear his eyes away from the beautiful sight.

#50: Winter

Sylvain was accustomed to the chill of winter, but Lorenz was not, and Sylvain took advantage of this fact to spend each and every cold morning basking in the warmth of their entwined bodies.

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Cervitaur Boyfriend: Rònan

The Dream For Spring

“My lodge is a few miles up from here, a lovely little location not too far from the bay of Alajour or from the neighbouring town of Bedgrove, I’m sure you’re most familiar?”

The voice directed to you was from a middle aged human man you had come to meet named Allard; a humble man and miller who gratefully took you in as an apprentice, giving you an inside look into his work from someone like yourself who would dive in and out of jobs.

Allard was a man you had spotted you... or more so, he had spotted you. He was certainly someone with years of wisdom before him; working in a job that sometimes required him to come in and out of town some days. You had been given good luck by the gods that day when he came up to you and suggested working for him; an opportunity you couldn’t deny.

“I suppose, but I’m still getting used to the area.” You had been brought up in a remote land leagues away from these towns with odd names. Even the unfamiliarity of not knowing these places brought you to rethink the reasons during your isolated childhood.

Your conversations with Allard had been very pleasant, talking simply about each other’s lives whilst on route out of the town you had been staying in for a while.

Your plans had been to stay for a few days, diving in and out of jobs but you believed you wouldn’t have to worry for a while. You were still young, trying to find something you could potentially be good at, and eventually settle in a place you could call home.

Home is a place that has far too little memories. You thought. It’s somewhere where I cannot picture a place without nostalgia nor comfort. The idea of home is a fragmented memory that dances on my mind; lost for eons.

You were hoping to settle before the beginning of Spring: a time for change and rebirth, a chance to find yourself.

You rode beside your new companion on your own horse Beck, a great black and white shire with a great mane of hair that was as black as twilight. You rode alongside Allard for a few miles, whilst he rode with supplies on the back of his cart, telling of tales of his younger years and what he had hopes for in the future.

If there had been someone who was looking forward to the future, it certainly wasn’t you.

He was indeed a interesting person, someone you hadn’t come to meet for a while.

“Yes, it’s a simple life, the goats-you’ll like them, all seven of them named after the Gods that live within these forests- they need cleaning out the most, but sometimes I get my son to help me on the busiest of days.”

You turned to him, almost in a way that you could’ve assume he would at some point in his life have children, but he hadn’t mentioned having a wife and seemed to be living alone. “Your son?” You questioned, not in a way to nag for more answers.

He seemed to catch on, an ecstatic belly laugh came from him as he clicked his own horse to continue. “Oh yes, why, I forget that I say things and sometimes I don’t. Rònan he’s called, he’ll be around your age too. Kind and sweet he is, he helps with the hard labour I cannot do anymore.”

You smiled, it would be good to meet someone who is more your age, nothing against Allard. “I’m sure you’ll get on well with him, he tends to stay within a place he knows best, and he sometimes enjoys the dependence and most days being away from his old man.”

“He seems like a great guy.” You added, intrigued to say the least.

“Oh yes, he is a gentle soul too. He was abandoned when he was a youngling, and I took him in, acting like a father to him when he didn’t have one himself of his own blood.” Allard looked onward, contemplating. For a moment, you couldn’t tell if the man was going to begin to tear up.

“But I love him how any father would love their son and children, wishing them the world and the happiness followed. It can be hard to find these days.”

You nodded in agreement: it was harder nowadays to find genuine happiness, but hearing about a story of a man and his son was something you had wished you had to experience with your own family.

Allard seemed caught up in his own thoughts and stories to not notice that the two of you were coming up to his little lodge: a small and homely place with a vast amount of hearth and beyond it all, a Black Sea of water behind, looking onward a valley of other towns.

The mill was close by, only a small walk to it, spinning its old cobs as it steadily spun. The entire place was stunning, and it would look even better once the arrival of spring had come to grace the land and bring harvest.

“Ah, we’re hear.” Allard sighed, as if the sight of his own lovely home was always such a lovely thing to see everyday, and you could agree why.

It was truly somewhere you wish you could call home too, but it would be a long while before you could settle and find a place to stay.

You settled your horse to feed and rest in the stable, helping the man with the supplies and barrels and boxes, carrying them into his house whilst passing the glistening water and mill.

Inside his home was oddly large but welcoming: with a large wide entrance to come into and a warm fireplace already burning with wood that seemed to be tended to and freshly re-lit.

Allard could sense it too himself, but didn’t seem to pay much attention to think that something was off. “He’ll be home, I believe, by now I assume.”

Your mind went to believe he was talking about his adopted son Rònan, as you heaved the boxes onto the table beside as you looked around. You could finally get the senses back into your fingertips from heaving those heavy supplies.

“Rònan, you home?” Allard called from the open window, peering out. From the distant tumbling and gliding ripples from the river outside, you could hear a distant sound of hooves coming in close, almost as if cantering to get into the house.

“Thought I could hear you come in.” Came a soft warm voice that bounced along as the person and their words glided closer to the door.

You had turned around in time to see the person come in, a smile coming to your face as you went to greet them.

Your smiled dropped slightly at the sight of the tall male that had come through the door, and now you understood why the doors were wide enough to bring in something larger than a human.

Rònan was svelte and tall, with normal outdoor clothes on top-half, but your eyes trailed to the four slender hooved feet and long orange-brown body of a deer or adolescent buck. You noticed that the ceiling was high enough for him to stand without having to bend; tall and curved dark fawn antlers coming out from his head giving him such an elegant appearance.

The cervitaur must’ve been the literal embodiment of autumn itself, for you had never seen hair as bright as his. His hair was long and tumbling past his shoulders, the same colour to an orange sunset, a red that burnt brighter than a winter’s fire. His skin was pale and freckled, dancing along his skin like dots of fiery stars, burning in beauty over his canvas of fair skin.

He had beautiful eyes too, the colour of growth and of every hue of green of a forest that could hide an ocean of light and spring. Eyes that could drown a maiden if he knew he had that ability to. You stared in awe, wondering if he knew truly how beautiful he was upon sight. You had to stop yourself from staring too much, you realised you had caught yourself before things became uncomfortable.

Rònan’s eyes landed on you, his green eyes flitting nervously to you standing there, a crooked but shy smile gracing his face. Even his smile was a lovely sight to look upon. “Oh,” his words came from his mouth as he watched over you, some nerves bubbling over. He seemed more than surprised at the suddenly expected guest in his home.

“It’s nice to meet you,” you begun, telling him your name and taking the initiative to speak, “your father has spoken a lot of you, it’s nice to meet you finally in person.”

Rònan gave Allard a sideways glance, in that moment so quick to read that you could think was him trying to portray ‘what in the name of the seven did you say of me?’ on his face before he looked back to you.

He smiled, hesitating over the right words to say, a light blush dazzling his freckled cheeks and nose. “It’s n-nice to meet you too.” He repeated your name, softly spoken and so sweet that you felt a th-thump in your chest that made your heart flutter.

“Rònan, would you help me by showing our new guest to their room?” Allard’s voice came through between you two, as the cervitaur looked to his father, nodding with a soft smile. “Of course, would you like t-to follow me?”

You followed him back outside, away from the pens of the other animals as he led you towards the back of the small cottage. “Your room is near to ours. They’re no stairs as m-my father finds it troublesome to climb them.”

“I see...” you smiled even when when you walked beside him, Rònan walked at a slower pace for you to catch up with him. You were grateful for that, not having to strain your muscles any further from an already long day.

“This is yours...” he dropped your things gently to the floor as you stepped in. Most of the rooms seemed the same: a large bed with a canopy on top, a small desk and a large open view. “All guests get the best room, but w-we haven’t had many in a long time.” He stammered, but he still remained calm when he spoke to you.

Your looked out your room, and he was very correct: a view of the bay of Alajour greeted you, with the neighbouring towns surrounding, the water glowing even from the winter sun low in the sky.

“Wow, you were correct. This is lovely.” You turned to Rònan, smiling, and the cervitaur smiled back, his green eyes quickly looked away from you, nibbling on the inside of his cheek.

“I’m glad... um, we’re gonna be making supper soon, if you’re hungry?” He trailed off on his question; running a hand through his fiery locks to get them out of his face. On cue, your stomach grumbled, loudly for the both of you to hear.

A quiet chuckle came from your new friend, his forest green eyes widening quickly in realisation that he was caught been stared at, only for a good reason on your behalf. “Um, s-sorry! I’ll... leave you to it!”

You barely had time to say your thanks before he took off in an awkward cute mess out your lodge, a warm feeling both settling in your chest and residing on your cheeks.

When supper was ready, you walked over to be met with the Cervitaur outside waiting for you, brining you in for the food. You learnt that Rònan was a vegetarian, but it did not not matter to you. Your meal included a range of crumbled cheeses and dried fruits, onions and mushrooms stewed in a sweet wine sauce, with autumn mulled wine to keep you warm by the fire burning. Nonetheless, it was perhaps one of the best meals you had had in a long time.

Allard spoke to you about what your day would consist of for the next day, telling you it would be best to get some rest early for a long day ahead.

You said your goodnights to the father and son duo, a longing look came from Rònan as he watched you leave; making you pretend to not of seen it or overthink the reasoning.

You slept well for the first night, and in the morning, you worked the hardest in your life, making sure you made the most your days working under the guidance of Allard.

You came to enjoy most of the tasks given to you; especially when it came to feeding the goats in the early morning before you broke your fast with the others. The seven goats all had their own individual personalities, all with a mischievous attitude and mind similar to a two-year-old. You found that it was like looking after your own children.

You were thankful that you got your own chance that first day to get some help from Rònan; who showed you the ropes to everything. It was also nice to get to know to him more.

Rònan had been working with you for the majority of the day: and you were for once, getting a short lunch break during the middle of the day. You and Rònan were sat in the stables, eating small snacks whilst the Cervitaur fed you and him and the horses some apples.

“So let me get this straight...” Rònan begun, cutting another slice off the juicy red apple he had grabbed from the large basket settled between you. You watched for a moment as he feed that same slice to your horse Beck, “you’ve never travelled anywhere east of Alajour?”

You smiled through your teeth, looking onward as you selected a large apple to feed to the other horse that was trying so badly to get to the basket. “Unfortunately so. I’ve been stuck in a place that I don’t barely remember, especially during my childhood.”

“How so?” Rònan questioned cautiously, grabbing a fresh green apple as bright as his eyes, taking a bite or it as you watched the juice dribble down from his mouth slightly down his chin, but he was quick to wipe at it when you noticed. For a reason, you dared thinking what it would’ve been like to swipe at it and lick it clean off your finger...

You blinked, clearing your mind of such a lewd and odd thought. “My childhood.... wasn’t the best. I grew up where laughter was rare, and it was more common to find arguments than actual family bonding.” You shrugged it off like a swarming wasp around your head.

Rònan swallowed the bite slowly, and even you heard it was loud and audible. “Ah crap.... I’m e-er, I’m so sorry. Jheeze, me and my big mouth asking too many questions.” He looked away in shame.

That small thoughtful moment made you smile visibly, even when he couldn’t see it. “Hey, you were curious, it’s really nothing.�� You admitted, consoling him to not feel ashamed about asking you such a topic.

Rònan turned his head back your way, and... did his eyes always look so green and vibrant? Even when you were this up close to him? A world of paradise and a place to find yourself when you think you’re lost. Anyone could drown within the sea of green. You couldn’t help but notice how even the smallest of things he did, he was tentative and careful, even when he spoke.

“What about you? If you don’t mind me asking?” You asked, naturally not wanting to sound too pushy. Rònan smiled, albeit he might’ve hidden well that he could’ve been uncomfortable with your question, he answered you with as much detail as possible.

“It was certainly... different - so to say. I don’t think I could ever have a childhood outside of the one that Allard gave me.”

“Oh?” You chewed slowly on a moment, a pregnant pause fell in the air.

Rònan chewed on his bottom lip momentarily. “I was orphaned when I was just a kid.”

Your heart sank at his words, and you felt the strong urge to hug him, and so you did, awkwardly sinking into the hay on your knees, you were lucky to not have to stretch so far, having been sat next to each other. You wrapped your arms around his neck, prepared to be pushed away, but met with open warm arms hugging you back.

“You’re loved Rònan, and I’ve certainly seen it through Allard. He loves you how any father would love their son. And you’ll find love through another.” You could only wish you had had that experience.

Rònan looked away, a blush formed bright on his cheeks, making his face look to be glowing like a tomato. You found it almost comical that his cheeks looked to match the same shade as his fiery hair.

He looked on and off your way, stammering. “We’ll see. Anyway, let’s continue on with working, before Allard thinks we’re slacking.”

That same evening you had your supper, telling of tales that mainly were told by Allard and the embarrassing stories of Rònan, whilst his son sat trying his best to stop more to be said. By the end of the night, Rònan’s cheeks were as red as berries.

The more following days you spent at Allard's lodge, the more you begged yourself to stay; to wait it out for longer than you had originally wanted to stay for. You longed for a home, and you saw it here with your own eyes. It was a place you truly felt more welcomed.

“Thought I could find you here.” Your eyes looked onwards towards the voice coming over to you, a smiling bright that rose to your face with happiness. Rònan had come back, his quiver and arrows attached to his back, cantering back with a pep in his step.

You wondered perhaps if he was happier to see you, and you certainly always felt more jovial when he was around, bringing the most out of your days whenever he was around, making your day less strenuous

“Hey,” you repeated, trying to calm your beating heart and nervous to still, “not much luck huh.” Your eyes trailed to the little he carried back with him. All he had was few chippings from some wood, light to carry in his arms.

“Yes well... father said that it would be good to use them for tonight. We’re gonna watch the red comet fly over tonight during supper, to the arrival of Eiar.”

How could I forget? The Birth of Eiar was a celebration, as one of the fellow seasons, she was the one to celebrate over for the arrival of Spring. After all this time trying to remember about it, you came to overwork yourself to forget.

“That would be most nice to witness. In all honesty, I forget that this was coming so soon, even when I kept thinking about it for so long.” You blushed, sheepish. “But this will be good to watch, and I look forward to spending it with you.”

Rònan looked more than surprised by your words, his eyes widening to a larger fraction that you witnessed, his mouth opening and shutting as if in utter disbelief as to what you had said.

He recollected himself as best as he could, red freckles looking to be glowing. “I would for be glad to see you there, if y-you’re not doing anything otherwise... wait, no! You said so, erm, well I guess-”

“Rònan,” you clearly and calmly spoke to him to still his nervous ramblings, “I could be grateful to be there with you and the arrival of Spring.”

The cervitaur smiled warmly, bashfully running his hand through his bold hair, a trait you found he did most often when you were around. “I... it would be amazing to share this experience with you there then.”

That was where you found yourself, sat in the cold but blissful evening air, laughing and sharing food and joy around the open fire. The air was cold yet oddly inviting, as if the land was expecting the arrival of Spring to come with great expectancy. You were still wrapped heavily in a woollen blanket distributed out by Allard, whom, sat and stirred at the large pot as you waited to eat.

Your meal was all accordance to what was usually eaten in tradition, a way of good luck to those who ate it. The sister’s stew* you shared out together, with spiced squash and mushrooms on the side with fresh bread and honeyed wine to share with a slice of strawberry and plum pie.

That evening you sat on the long dried grass, waiting beside Rònan beside, a sleepy expression on his lovely face, as you both waited for the arrival of the comet as the flames from the fire sat in front of you.

You turned to him, glancing at his expression as he stared up at the stars, a longing expression visible in his eyes. When he unexpectedly turned to you, those same green eyes twinkled and he smiled through his eyes too, a loving smile you wished to immortalise forever in your memory.

“What’s on your mind Rònan?” you whispered, not as though you needed to, a comfortable silence had fallen when you two hadn’t been speaking, and Allard was somewhere sorting things inside, not wanting the chill to get to his bones.

“A lot really, but I’m not sure where to begin.” He begun, turning to look downcast at the ground, thinking. “Where do you think you can?” You shuffled closer to him, begging for some warmth as your shoulders grazed.

“Seasons come and go, and time does not stop for any of us. I worry for the future, for the future of those around me and the place I know so well.” For maybe the first time, you were witnessing him speak without any stammers, speaking so freely and calmly.

“I wish I could go wherever I wanted with no worries, but my mind falls to what would happen to Allard. We have both been looking after to one another since I was a youngling. He looked after me... teaching me morals and lessons, and I helped when he got older and he struggled more and more.” He hugged himself tightly. “I fear for most things, especially of the unknown.”

You smiled woefully to him, even when he wasn’t looking your way. For a moment you thought he might’ve started to cry, the flames danced on his irises, like dances in front of him. “You know, I worry the same.”

He looked back to you sharply, as if he had just received a slap to the face. “Y-You do?”

“Of course... sometimes, I worry about where to go... when I’ve never been anywhere outside of my own home. I worry for what lies ahead of the path, but most of all...” you breathed out suddenly, as if electrocuted, “I worry I will never find home.”

Shuffling came to your left and a warm feeling wrapped itself around your shoulder, a warm hand that belonged to the Cervitaur as he wrapped both his own blanket and arm around your shoulder, pulling you oh-so close to his chest.

“You know you’re always welcomed here, no matter what. Allard and I will always be there for you. We will never turn your away.”

His words almost made you tearful, a gust of wind blew past your face and caught the ends of your hair to blow backwards, and for a second, you thought the air felt warmer? Maybe it had been in your imagination, or the fire had blown heat into your face.

“You and Allard already feel like family to me, you welcomed me in with open arms; a stranger you didn’t know into your own home. And for that, I am forever grateful.”

“You’re more than just family... t-to me at least.” Timidly confessed by Rònan. It caught you more than off guard. “R-Really?” You believed your cheeks must’ve matched his hair in how much you were blushing.

Rònan slid closer to if possible, the warmth radiating near your face by how close he was to you. The fire lit up half of his handsome face, and his forest green eyes flowed in contrast, as if his eyes were burning with a green-orange fire within.

“I-I like you a lot.” He murmured your name softly, his eyes filled with infatuation. “And I would be honest to say that I’d like to see you stay, but I know n-nothing in life can stop you from staying here.”

You grinned, scooting close and enveloping your fingers together, your fingers warming up. “Nothing in this world can stop me from leaving.” You dreamily said, Rònan copying your own expressions. “I like you too Rònan.”

The cervitaur smiled bashfully, his eyes trailed downwards towards the bottom of your face. You came to realise that he was looking down at your lips. He caught you watching, green eyes flitting up to me your eyes, as if asking if he could continue.

You leaned intentionally closer into him, your noses bumping as giggles came to both of your lips, bubbling over. Waiting for him to make the first move, Rònan’s attention flew over and above your head, a small gasp escaped from his mouth.

“L-Look!”

He pointed and you turned your head, your eyes catching onto what was swimming across the twilight sky. The red comet of Eiar, a huge ball of red cloud and white-red smoke fluttered behind it as it flew across the sky slowly; in all of its glory for everyone to see.

“They say that Eiar had a lover whom fell upon the sea and met their demise in a war. They say that it is good luck to wish upon her comet, and no matter what you wish for, it will always come true.” Rònan’s fingers grazed just underneath your chin, making you turn back to him.

His eyes were brimming with both mirth and tenderness, something that made you melt in his arms. “Make a wish.”

You giggled softly. “I already have.”

Rònan smiled, caressing your face, admiring your face and smile, “I did too, and it came true for me.” before taking your lips to his in a timid yet sweet kiss.

You had finally gotten your wish, and the dream you had wished for had been rewarded; just before the beginning of Spring.

Thank you and I hope you enjoyed this! I’ve been away on vacation when I wrote this, and it took a while when I didn’t have much WiFi, but I managed to write this when I had free time to spare. I’ll be back to my usual schedule.

*Sisters stew. In tradition, it is said that all members of the party who share the stew must eat it together. The stew is to commemorate the farewell of the two sisters and the meal they shared together, Eiar and her oldest sister Kheima, shared a final meal before Kheima’s journey to rest in sleep. Eating this soup is to symbolise good virtues and trust between family and friends, with a mixture of plants and foods that can be grown during the spring and during the winter.

#cervitaur #cervitaur boyfriend #cervitaur x reader #Cervitaur male oc #cervitaur male #monster lover #Monster #monster writing #male monster #exophilia #Rònan the Cervitaur #Shy monster

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In My Way (3)

IN MY WAY: WELCOME HOME

Pairing: (eventual) Peter Parker x Reader

Words: 2111

Warnings: none!

Notes: here you go! this is still somewhat filler, but I've written far past this and I promise it's setting a lot of things up! as always, I hope you enjoy it (and let me know if you do because I crave validation).

Summary: With your decision made, you, Tony, and Pepper hop on a plane to head to the compound. When you land, you get the tour of a lifetime.

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Several hours blueprints, and miles later, the Stark Industries quinjet touched down at the compound. The New York sky was as bright as the one on the other side of the country, apart from the fact that the sun was beginning to set on the long day of travel. Once again following the lead of Tony and Pepper, you took no more than one step off the plane before stopping in your tracks and to take in the enormous complex in front of you. No longer hearing footsteps behind them, Tony and Pepper turned around to face the you, looking as wide-eyed as ever, prompting a pair of grins to widen across their faces.

"Welcome home, kiddo," Tony said about as nonchalantly as possible with arms wide before continuing on their walk toward the nearby building. Not wanting to get lost in this massive new place, you chased after them, backpack bouncing uncomfortably on your back.

"I'll give you a quick tour," Tony said as he opened the first door for the girls, "this is the main building, which houses most everything you'll need. The building that was just behind us? That's the hangar where the quinjets are. I doubt you'll need to go in there…at least for a while," he added with a wink. Pepper raised her eyebrows hoping this wouldn’t be the case before stepping aside for a conference call she had in a few minutes. As she darted off, as a stout man hustled up to you and Tony, eyebrows forcefully pushed together into one as the rest of his face scrunched up. He was just inhaling to speak but never got the chance.

"Ahh, Happy! Let me introduce you to the new kid, Y/N," Tony said, "and Y/N, this is Happy. He's my assistant and can drive you around should you need to go somewhere." This comment did nothing but further the force put into scrunching the supposedly-happy man's face.

"Yeah, great to meet you--anyway, Tony, I need to talk to you about--"

"Happy! Please let my kid have a nice first day, ok? No need to be so high-strung!" Tony interrupted as he patted him on the back and started to walk away, you still following behind as if on a leash.

"But, sir, I need your input--"

"Talk to Pepper, Happy, she's in charge of the company, you know," Tony said cheerily without turning back as he and you continued walking, leaving Happy standing in your wake.

"Do…do you need to help him?" you asked. "I can sit for a minute, that seemed important," you added, knowing there were plenty of things happening with the Avengers that definitely trumped your orientation.

"Nah," Tony quickly shot back, "you're the priority today, kiddo!" he insisted while walking with a pat on your back, causing you to swell with excitement despite Tony's casual demeanor. The two of you continued down the long hallway and up some stairs, which opened to a wide kitchen and living room area where a few of the Avengers themselves were milling about.

For the third time that day, your jaw completely dropped to the floor. Here, right in front of you, stood Captain America, Black Widow, and Hawkeye. It was so strange to see these people you had seen in news articles fighting aliens in such a common setting doing such ordinary things like making dinner and chatting in front of the TV. Seeing them approach, Steve Rogers glanced up at Tony with a smile and nod before noticing you, a young girl, next to him.

"Tony…please tell me this is legal," he plead, his eyes concerned yet hoping it was a joke. The man was huge, almost popping out of his shirt and standing tall in the room that would otherwise appear to have raised ceilings.

"Ew, Rogers, God, is that really what you think of me?" Tony sarcastically replied, yet the look on Rogers' face showed he wasn't quite sure of the implications of your presence quite yet.

"Avengers, assemble," Tony started, "please," he continued forcefully with an eye-roll when Romanoff and Barton only stared at him.

"This," he introduced, pointing at you as the three avengers grouped up, "is Y/N, the young kid I told you Pep and I were hoping to adopt. She said yes!" he said with sarcasm yet again, although clearly not as amusing to the other Avengers as it was to Tony himself. Your eyes darted around the group as you tried to take in the situation and group dynamic, which was far different than anything you ever encountered at the home. Tony continued introducing you to the group, explaining that you'd start training with Steve initially for strength and build up to working with Natasha for hand-to-hand combat and Clint for archery and weapons in general. Natasha and Clint, both much smaller in stature than Steve, stood at ease yet ready for anything to come at them at any time. Natasha's red hair was an intense red-orange and fell at shoulder length, framing her refined features. Clint's face creased by his eyes and mouth as he smiled at you, trying to make this environment of trained fighters much more welcoming than it might otherwise seem.

"So, kid, where are you from?" Steve asked promptly.

"Seattle," you answered, please to start off with a question you could answer, "I've been there all my life."

"Huh. I'm from Brooklyn," Steve inserted, drawing sighs from the others as this was his go-to self-descriptor, "nice to meet you." He nodded as a large clap of thunder sounded outside, pulling everyone's attention out the window. It was a beautiful day, however, so the sudden change of weather caught you off guard. The other Avengers only rolled their eyes, knowing what followed the strange occurrence. Sighing in defeat, Tony looked out the window as a wide beam of light from the sky flashed onto the lawn.

"If he ruins my landscaping one more time, I'm going to kill him," he spat out with sarcastic anger. Thunderous footsteps then sounded on the stairs you ascended with Tony only minutes earlier. Moments later, a large man in armor holding a strange metal hammer arrived at the top of the stairs and marched over to the group.

"Hello Midgardians. I heard the call to assemble, is something wr--oh. There is a child here. Why is there a child here?" the man asked, noting your presence and awe-struck stare at him. Like Steve, he towered over her, except his golden-blonde hair was much longer. He wore armor even here in the compound and a long red cape descended down his back.

"Thor, meet Y/N, she's the new kid. My new kid," Tony explained.

"It--it was my understanding that Midgardians gave birth to babies like Asgardians. Is the case? Did the Lady of Potts birth her? Or did you grow her--"

"THOR," Tony interjected before the conversation unraveled any more as Steve, Natasha, and Clint walked away chuckling, leaving you still in stunned silence at your present company and Tony comedically annoyed by the conversation. "Her name is Y/N and we adopted her. Not unlike your brother Loki, just a lot less evil. Hopefully?" he asked, turning to you as you nodded vigorously in agreement.

"Ahh, well, good to meet you, Y/N," he settled, casually swinging his hammer around, "I am Thor, son of Odin and God of Thunder, and I look forward to fighting with you in the future."

Despite all the day's events, this comment from Thor in particular struck you. Your seemingly chronically-wide eyes softened as you looked internally, reconsidering the choices you were making. Fighting? With gods, trained agents, iron people, and engineered super-soldiers, no less? You had never argued with anyone much less physically fought someone. At least the Avengers were on your side of things, you noted. Footsteps once again echoed from the stairs, this time much lighter and quicker.

A new figure arrived at the top of the stairs, much shorter and leaner than the god that previously appeared there. A young boy, slipping off his red mask to reveal messy brown curls, trotted over to the group with urgency.

"Hi, um, hey, Mr. Stark. I got your message and came as quickly as I could," he sputtered, staring in admiration at an unphased Tony. He then accounted for the presence of thor towering over him and the young girl beside Tony. The girl looked about his age but he didn’t recognize her. She must not go to my school, he thought, because surely I'd have noticed a girl that--

"Peter, I just texted you a few minutes ago. How on Earth did you get here so quickly?" Tony asked, regaining the boy's attention. Steve, over by the kitchen table, flagged Thor over to watch from afar with the rest of the gang.

"I, uh, you know, friendly neighborhood Spider-Man…gotta…gotta be able to get everywhere in the neighborhood quickly," the boy responded, looking down at his feet and then back at Tony, catching your still-wide eyes on his way back up. "What did you need me for?" he asked Tony curiously.

"Right, well, I wanted you to meet the newest recruit, Y/N. Peter, meet Y/N; Y/N, meet Peter. Or, Spider-Man," he added, given the presence of the red and blue suit. "Once she's settled in and enrolled, I'm going to send her to school at Midtown with you in the same ‘Stark Internship’ situation,” Tony explained with enthusiastic air quotes. “And you’re going to help her start school as it’ll be a new experience for her.”

Peter now had the chance to look at you for the first time. The first thing he noticed was the excitement radiating from you. It was as if he could feel his spider senses tingling by just being in your presence. Your eyes glistened with hope as you stood next to his role model, cheeks rounding as you shyly smiled back at him. But Peter was distracted - Mr. Stark mentioned you being an intern along with him. Since when were there two Stark interns?

"Hi, Peter," you voiced quietly with your hand out, "nice to meet you." While completely unsure of how to handle yourself in the presence of another kid your age, you were pleased you would have a friend if Tony was going to send you to a real school. Even more so, you were pleased you'd have a friend at all.

"I, uh, hi. Nice to meet you, too," Peter replied, gripping your hand with his gloved one for a shake that lasted what he realized all-too-late was too long before then intertwining his hands together behind his back. Since when did Mr. Stark want two interns, he wondered again. He wanted more than anything for Tony to mentor him, teach him, train him, and, most importantly, approve of him. I can’t let this girl get in the way of that…

"Well! Now that introductions are mostly done, except - where's Sam?" Tony shouted, addressing the group of avengers assembled in the common room. Sam was a name you didn't recognize, either. You hadn't read too many articles on the Avengers, but saw enough headlines that you thought you'd recognize the whole group.

"On a personal mission or something," Steve shouted back.

"Oh yeah, ok," Tony said, returning to the teens, "the last introductions for today is Bruce, so let's keep moving on the grand tour, Y/N. Parker, thanks for stopping by. You're welcome to hang out, as always, or stay in your room, or whatever!" Tony rattled off, attention already on the next task with you. Tony scurried towards Banner's lab that overlooked his own, assuming you would follow behind him. Not quite getting the memo, you stared back at the group of superheroes you just met. The group of people you'd be living with for the foreseeable future. This is the coolest thing ever, you thought.

A smile gradually widened on your face while you scanned the room dreamily as if you'd never be back. The four original avengers still in the room chatted around the TV while Peter had not yet moved. He stared at you while you waved and jogged off to catch up with Mr. Stark, flustered by the fact that he traveled all the way from Queens for you - some new kid - to hog all the attention. Flushed with disappointment, he meandered back downstairs and out the front door before slipping his mask back on and swinging his way to his own friendly neighborhood as the last of the sunlight dropped below the New York skyline.

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dreadhaus-literature · 6 years ago

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{January Collection} #25 (Part One)

Vacancy Sign

Theme: Familiar Friday

If I can’t have you, neither can he. Or...can we?

January in Texas means very little; you might get a reprieve from the scream of summer bugs and the humidity but the sun still shines and if you ain’t careful you’ll start sweating through your jacket.

Monica bumped the taxi door closed with her hip, squinting behind her sunglasses as the driver shuffled around to the trunk to collect her suitcase. Research for writing can lead an author to exotic locations...but that wasn’t exactly how Monica would describe this dying Texas town. That being said, it was the perfect location to gather research for her latest YA novel; a nearly vacant town with a populace in the two dozens just whispered of mystery and she could feel the inspiration tingling the tips of her fingers. Monica may be pushing her dresser in front of her motel door to sleep tonight but it was a small price to pay for adding another best-seller to her anthology.

“Now,” the portly driver spoke up as he set Monica’s suitcase by her boots. “Are ya real sure this is where yer wantin’ to stay?”

Monica glanced up at him and noted the concern on his weathered face, but she wasn’t put off by it. She wasn’t a little girl and she wasn’t white. She knew this place was questionable, but an artist sometimes has to suffer for their art. She nodded, giving him a small smile. “I’m sure!”

The driver, Ted, still seemed unconvinced, scratching beneath his cap. “...There’s a nicer city about 50 miles up the road, miss. I’ll take ya there, no charge.”

Now that sent alarm bells ringing in Monica’s head and her brows tucked in at the center, folding her arms. “Is it not safe here, or something?”

“I just been hearin’ some rumors--”

“Well now, Ted, i ain’t hearin’ you scarin’ tourists away from our purdy li’l town, am I?”

Monica and Ted both turned, and Ted swore beneath his breath immediately at the sight of the Sheriff’s car. The alarm bells in Monica’s head didn’t quiet even at the arrival of law enforcement--if anything, they were louder than ever. Sheriff Hoyt was clear to read on his nameplate and his hat threw his weathered face in harsh relief as boots crunched over gravel, closing the distance between them in a few lazy strides. Monica swallowed thickly even as Ted backed up toward his taxi.

“An’ speakin’ of purdy, ain’t you a li’l georgia peach.” Sheriff Hoyt rolled the toothpick between his teeth as he drank Monica in, head to toe, like a man allowed a drink after a hard day’s work under the Texan sun.

Monica fought off a grimace, honestly beginning to consider Ted’s offer for a free ride to the next town--but she turned at the sound of him slamming his trunk closed. “...Ted?”

“I’m real sorry, miss, I just, I got another fare. I gotta git,” Ted didn’t look up, nearly tripping over his own feet as he rushed for his driver’s door.

“Aw, you leavin’ already, Ted?” There was no denying Sheriff Hoyt didn’t sound the least bit disappointed by this turn of events. One might think he turned up just to scare Ted away.

“I haven’t even paid you--”

“You keep it! Buy yerself somethin’ nice if ya--when ya get outta here.” Ted slammed his door closed and locked it in the same motion. “Y’all take care, now!”

“Bye Ted,” Hoyt lifted his hand to wave as Ted backed out, nearly slamming into his police cruiser before peeling out, leaving Monica staring in disbelief at the retreating car. She felt a little like being left in the woods surrounded by wolves, especially as Hoyt’s arm came down, sweeping around the small of her back and gripping her hip. “Now, don’t mind him, girlie. Ted’s a nervous fella--ya’d think he’d be a better people person, drivin’ one of them cabs, but I guess ya can’t learn stupid.”

Monica didn’t know whether or not she was supposed to laugh at that, but when she gave him a smile he grinned back. He didn’t seem to notice how forced it was.

“Hoyt?”

“Luda Mae! Look what just blew inta town,” Hoyt swept Monica away from the road and up toward the general store that also doubled as a motel in this blip of a town. On the porch was an elderly woman who looked tough as nails, but as soon as she laid eyes on Monica her entire expression softened and she took on a more motherly appearance.

“Well now, ain’t she just a peach blossom,” Luda Mae reached out with one hand for Monica.

“That’s what I said, Mama, that’s just what I said!”

Monica had heard plenty about small towns and she’d seen enough horror movies to know what to expect from small southern towns, and it didn’t surprise her in the slightest the town sheriff was the son of the shopkeeper of the only store in town. She couldn’t help but put her hand in Luda Mae’s, though; the old woman quieted the warning bells in her head and though her hands were a little calloused they were soft, doughy, as she was a larger woman who likely gave damn good hugs.

“What brings ya to our neck of the woods, child?” Luda Mae asked, but then immediately shouted to Hoyt, her voice taking on a whip-like quality. “Hoyt, make yourself useful and get her bags off the street. Can’t ya see she’s a fancy city girl? Can’t have her clothes collectin’ dust.”

“I’m goin’ Mama, I’m goin’.”

What might have been an insult coming from someone else didn’t sound it when Luda Mae said it; she seemed to genuinely be complimenting Monica and she followed that up with a gentle pat to Monica’s arm that was threaded through hers.

“I’m sorry honey, you was sayin’?”

“U-Um, I’m just in town doing some research.”

Luda Mae squinted behind her thin-framed glasses. “Research? You some sort of scientist?”

Say what you will about uneducated country folk, but coming from Luda Mae it was almost adorable. Monica shook her head quickly, unable to help smiling up at the matronly woman. “N-No, I’m an author, actually! I’m writing my next novel about a small town, and...this seemed as good a place as any.”

“Oh, it’s a great place! I’ve raised my whole family here!” Luda Mae led Monica around the wraparound porch as she talked, and Monica noticed the motel was connected to the store via the porch’s walkway. Behind them, Hoyt was thudding along on confident boots, hauling Monica’s suitcase as he listened to his Mama talk. “We Sawyer’s have lived in this town our whole lives. They say it’s dyin’ around us but we’ll keep it goin’.” Luda Mae gave Monica’s arm a pat.

“Yeah, folks like you droppin’ by sure keeps the blood flowin’ like wine ‘round these parts,” Hoyt quipped but it earned him an immediate glare from Luda Mae.

“No, Hoyt, I think this beautiful city girl is exactly the type to change all that. An’ I’m sure you’ll find the boys’ll agree with me.”

Hoyt grumbled under his breath at the immediate rebuttal but he didn’t say anything else, and Monica felt she’d missed an important exchange, because Hoyt was no longer eye-fucking her. In fact, he wasn’t looking at her at all--

But that didn’t mean others weren’t.

Jedidiah “Bubba” Sawyer crowded around the broken slat at the back of the general store’s storage room; he squinted behind the mask covering his face, almost ripping it off in agitation because he couldn’t see her like this. Sweat dripped from his brow beneath the mask but he ignored it, and he ignored his younger brother’s curious grunt from behind him. If he blinked, if he looked away for even a second, she might walk out of sight and he couldn’t bear the idea of losing sight of her that quickly. After all, she was the most beautiful girl Bubba had ever seen. Bubba’s breath quickened until he was nearly panting; he didn’t understand what was happening but his chest was burning, his heart feeling like it was on fire the longer he stared at her. The way she moved, the way she smiled up at Mama, the sound of her voice--she was perfect! Like those pretty princesses Mama sometimes read to him about from the picture books. She’d always told him if he was a good boy he’d get a princess, too! Chop Top always laughed at him about it, told him that monsters don’t get the girl, princes like him do, but Mama can’t be wrong--and she wasn’t! The princess was here! She was here!

Thomas “Tommy” Hewitt grunted again but was again ignored, and he narrowed his gaze at his older brother. He slammed his cleaver down on the cutting board, his grunt turning into a half-growl and Bubba responded by waving a meaty hand as if to shut him up. Thomas’s lip curled beneath his half-mask, wondering if Bubba was staring at a dog again. The big lug was easily distracted by animals--or anything, really, and Thomas understood why he was often confused with being the older brother. But no, Bubba was oldest, and he was actually a Sawyer. Thomas was adopted, had been since birth, but he didn’t feel any less of a Sawyer even with the last name difference. Luda Mae, Mama, had told him she’d let him keep his last name to honor his birth mother, who’d died to bring him into the world. Thomas had never known her, or any other Hewitt; all he knew were the Sawyers and though Bubba was only a couple years older he was still the older brother. They’d been raised side by side, both suffering from the same degenerative disease that some doctors thought was a result of impure drinking water, while others, outsiders, might claim incest resulted in their malformed faces. Thomas didn’t know and he didn’t give a shit, to put it frankly. He just knew his face was ugly and he wore a mask to cover up the ugly. It was the same reason Bubba wore his, though Thomas didn’t know why Bubba made his face worse by cutting into it sometimes. He also understood Bubba felt worse about his face because he actually wore other people’s faces as his own. Thomas only did that when they had company over.

The boys couldn’t speak, a result of their disease, but they’d been raised together and non-verbal cues were as good as words between them at this point. Thomas grunted, again, and when Bubba didn’t acknowledge him the younger Sawyer butcher picked up a ham hock from the bloody table and flung it at his older brother, now absolutely fed up with being ignored.

Bubba flinched when the bone connected with his broad shoulder, curls bouncing as he whirled to babble angrily at Thomas for interrupting him. Thomas gestured with both arms out as if to say, ‘What the high holy hell are you lookin’ at?!’

Bubba waved Thomas over with one excited hand, and Thomas lumbered around the table, heaving a sigh through his mask. His eyes were full of boredom.

‘If you’re showin’ me another dog, Bubba, I’m gonna thump ya.’

Bubba flattened his hand on Thomas’s broad back, placating. ‘It ain’t a dog. Look.’

Thomas pressed his face against the slat, fully expecting to see a goddamn dog, but what he saw instead about knocked him on his ass. Who was that? Their dying town had seen it’s fair share of visitors, and they all ended up the same way--on the Sawyer table--but none of them had ever looked like her. Thomas was frozen in place, Bubba’s hand on his back, patting at him excitedly as he babbled away but Tommy wasn’t hearing a word of it. The pretty young thing on Mama’s arm was walking past the slat and Thomas drew in a deep breath and his eyes near rolled back in his head as her perfume kissed his nose. She smelled like what he figured heaven smelled like. A man like Thomas was surrounded by blood and grit, dirt and gristle, and he wasn’t used to pretty and he wasn’t used to good smells either--but this girl was everything he wasn’t and goddamnit did he want her with every bone in that hulking body. He was immediately, painfully hard and he couldn’t help ripping his gaze from her just to look down, a little confused by the reaction he had to her.

Bubba’s babbling increased in volume, as if to say, ‘Me too, me too!’

Thomas looked up, leaning a little to the right as Mama, the pretty girl, and Hoyt moved past the broken slat and he growled a little as he began to lose sight of them. Bubba, confused by the growl, tried to shove Thomas out of the way, who shoved back immediately. The brothers straightened up, shoulders square as they communicated through growls, angry babbling, and stiff spines.

‘I saw the princess first!’

Thomas’s lip curled. ‘So?’

‘So you don’t get her! I do!’

‘You won’t even really look at her! You’ll get shy.’

Bubba’s broad shoulders sagged a little. ‘...It ain’t my fault she’s so pretty.’

Thomas’s eyes lifted to the ceiling. No matter the two’s disagreements, Thomas couldn’t be mean to Bubba, and it was true he saw the princess first. So, what’s a little brother to do?

‘We’ll share her.’

Bubba’s head cocked to the side. ‘Like when there’s only one piece of pie left an’ Mama makes us split it?’

‘Exactly like that.’

Monica heaved her suitcase onto the queen sized bed, pleasantly surprised when no dust kicked up from the weight. The room was nicer than she’d first imagined it to be, given the state of disrepair a lot of the town seemed to be in. Luda Mae had been insistent she take the nicest room at the motel anyway (even if that did seem a bit like an oxymoron), and for some strange reason Monica hadn’t had to check in or even pay. When she’d asked about it, Luda Mae had just waved a hand and said something about southern hospitality. Monica didn’t know much about that sort of thing but it seemed like a strange business practice...but who was she to complain? Hoyt had become much less creepy after that weird exchange on the walk to the motel and when he’d told her to give a holler if anyone bothered her, she actually felt he meant it.

Despite the room being cleaner than she’d expected it was still decorated like 1975 and Monica didn’t bother hiding her grimace at the paisley wallpaper and the lace curtains that would do absolutely nothing when the sun rose in the morning. She also couldn’t help but notice the lace curtains were not exactly...the right choice for a motel that was on the ground floor. The only comfort she had, and it was mild at best, was that she had the room on the corner so one of her windows faced the outer Texas plains and not the main city road. Monica placed her hand on her hip, figuring she’d just change in the bathroom rather than her room. Problem solved, right?

For the most part, she’d reason with herself, fishing her cell phone out of her purse. After tapping out a quick text to her best friend, Monica pulled up her agent’s number from her contacts and launched the call. It was just easier; he’d be asking a million questions and she’d rather not wear out her fingers before she got out her laptop and began writing.

“Keil? Yeah, I made it--what the hell do you mean, have I started writing?! I just fucking got here!”

A few feet away in the General Store, the sign at the door was flipped to Closed so a Sawyer family meeting could take place. Hoyt moved away from the door, leaving the sign still swinging slightly as he slipped his hat off, scratching his hairline. Around the general store’s cafe tables the Sawyer clan was settling in; from the Butcher boys, Thomas and Bubba, to Chop Top and Nubbins, who worked as the family’s scrappers and trappers. Uncle Monty was wheeled up to a table near the front by Luda Mae, and even Grammy Verna was present, sitting by her daughter, who was standing at the front of the tables. Other assorted cousins and siblings filtered in front the back door, and one might be right to assume half the town’s population was in the room.

“All right, all right, settle down now,” Luda Mae, the matriarch of the Sawyer’s now that her Mama Verna had moved away the next town over, rapped her knuckles sharply on the table top to quiet the clan. “We got business to talk.”

“What’s this Uncle Hoyt’s been sayin’, about some new meat?” Chop Top Sawyer propped dirty boots up on the table, only for Hoyt to smack his nephew’s feet right back off the table.

“Boy you better straighten up when Ma’s talkin’ or I’ll knock yer damn teeth in.”

“Aight aight! Shit,” Chop Top swore, slowly pushing himself back upright in his seat--trying to ignore Nubbins giggling at him like a little boy. “So who is this, Ma? She gonna be Sunday dinner?”

Immediately, both Thomas and Bubba reacted, with Thomas slamming his fist on the table in protest and promise of violence if anyone so much as even tried it and Bubba blubbering angrily, standing up to the entire family just for their pretty, pretty princess! The entire clan reacted, because as much as the two were known for obeying the family, you didn’t push the Butchers.

Luda Mae smiled proudly at the boys’ reaction; it was exactly as she figured, and you know what they say. Mama always knows best.

“Figure you got your answer there, Chop Top,” Luda Mae placed her hands on her wide hips. “The li’l peach ain’t gonna be Sunday dinner, but she is comin’ over for Sunday dinner.”

Murmurs of curiosity and disbelief ran through the clan, with cousins and uncles exchanging looks and raised eyebrows. The cannibalistic family usually only had company over for one reason, but they were gathering this was a special occasion--they just didn’t know why.

“I been promisin’ the boys a princess since they was spittin’ age,” Luda Mae continued, silencing the clan again. “And I know damn well some of y’all thought it was a joke.”

At this, Chop Top coughed and Nubbins looked around, but it was no surprise those two had been tormenting Bubba and Tommy for years. Hoyt smacked them both across the back of their heads with one fell swoop.

“Well, it ain’t a joke. Like the river run through the dry of Egypt, she’s finally here.” Luda Mae rubbed her hands together with a proud smile. “She’s as sweet as she is pretty, and she’s gonna clean up the Sawyer line real nice like. She’s book smart, boys, so she’ll be good for you, good for you an’ the future Sawyers she’s gonna give us.”

Thomas and Bubba exchanged glances, with Bubba’s smile so wide beneath his mask it actually hurt but he didn’t stop, didn’t shy away from the pain. Mama was saying exactly what they wanted to hear! The pretty princess was going to stay, she was going to be theirs! Bubba slung his arm around Tommy’s shoulders, giving his younger brother an excited shake and even Tommy couldn’t remain stone-faced at the announcement. He was smiling, genuinely, leaning into Bubba’s excited one-armed hug.

“So wait, Mama, what the hell?” Chop Top spun in his seat, looking from Tommy and Bubba back up to Luda Mae. “Why do the two retards get ‘er? She’s so damn pretty, Nubbins and I should--”

“Chop Top I will not have you callin’ the boys that word.” Luda Mae’s tone cracked like a whip and the entire room fell silent. Her eyebrows were near her hairline, one finger pointed at him in warning. “They do plenty for this family and it’s high time they get somethin’ for it. If you want a girl so damn bad, you pick out one of the pigs.”

Nubbins began giggling again, ducking Chop Top swinging at him.

“Now that goes for all of ya.” Luda Mae pointed at each and every one of the Sawyers. “Yer gonna clean up good when you come for dinner tonight, and yer gonna be on your best damn behavior. I picked this girl out for my boys and if you run her off, I’ll let them do what they do best to ya.”

That threat, that promise, hung in the air like a body from a noose. It was no secret Bubba and Thomas made excellent use of their chainsaws and some gazes drifted to Monty’s stumps of legs. They’d use it on Family if they needed to and it was apparent by their visceral reactions anytime this new girl was brought up they wouldn’t hesitate when it came to her.

“Does this peach have a name, Luda Mae?” Verna glanced up at her daughter. “I wanna get started on an embroidery for her, hang it from the family fireplace with the rest of ‘em.”

“Her name’s Monica,” Luda Mae’s smile was nothing short of motherly. “Our li’l miracle baby.”

Stay tuned for Part Two tomorrow--Prompt #26: Monster/Mirror!

#{theme} : for monica #{collection} : january 2019 #{character} : bubba sawyer #{character} : thomas hewitt #{ this got WAY out of hand }#{ but i was just SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT AMG }

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jeezperseus · 6 years ago

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A PLOTTING CALL IN TWO PARTS.

like for a msg !

CHARACTERS & INFO.

perseus hayden alexander xavier lehnsherr.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— adopted son of charles xavier & erik lehnsherr. nineteen. pansexual. accidentally married. regenerative healing & healing touch. fc: nick robinson. generation why by canon gray.

split knuckles, impulse tattoos, red solo cups, the copper taste of blood, post-ripped jeans, a story told in two parts, peals of laughter strong as vodka, shaking hands shoved in pockets, greasy fast food, low flying planes, cuffed shoes, the soft notes of a piano, a baseball bat in the back seat.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— former agent 19. thirties. bisexual. divorced. enhanced. fc: jessica alba. emotionless by drake.

gentle hands, biting remarks, unknown skill, non-disclosure agreements, hidden stashes of cash, studyblr accounts, handmade bullets, a tongue taught to deceive, coffee-mug rims, set shoulders, precise results, minimalism, lilting accent, a broken mirror, clean test tubes, red-painted nails around the hand of a gun.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— adopted daughter of pamela isley & harleen quinzel. twenty-one. pansexual. single ( see below ). precognition. fc: lana condor. finest hour by cash cash.

whispers from a voice both soft and powerful, sloppily cut hair, pointe shoes, paint stains on every article of clothing, cassandra foretelling the trojan war, dirt under your fingernails, a love a week, the gold tinsel of a crown, unexplainable dreams, bundles of flowers, the soft rustling of worn cards.

roman darkhölme.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— son of raven darkhölme. twenty-four. pansexual. enchanted. persuasion & power absorption. fc: miles heizer. lost boy by ruth b.

the unexpected answer, washing your hands, casual disinterest, stacks of cash, little clear baggies, practiced ease, a silver tongue, whispers of the past, old cobblestone streets, bad decisions in the best way, sweaters and flannel, the burning of flowers, white lab coat, fear of the unknown.

loki.

APPLICATION / MUSING TAG

— the god of mischief. 1000s. fluid. open marriage. fc: daniel gillies & katie mcgrath. wild things by alessia cara.

dark skies, a long steel dagger, fog coming in, green & gold banners held high, the twisted around truth, stories told from a thousand tongues, crooked grin, a crown just out of reach, salt in wounds, ourborous, contrary to a point, blood superiority, loneliness as something else, eyes in the back of your head.

winona falcone.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of sofia falcone. twenty-six. bisexual. single. darkness manipulation. fc: shay mitchell. take me to church by hozier.

expensive fur, champagne glasses, hands covered in blood, instagram perfect, beautiful but deadly, the rich kids of gotham, sharp edges for a reason, dark hair in waves, a product of a situation, cherry stems tied with your tongue, heels on a hardwood floor, the many shades of red.

skylar helix mccoy.

APPLICATION / INTRO / MUSING TAG

— daughter of hank mccoy. twenty-two. lesbian. single ( see below ). genetic atavism & genius intelligence. fc: jennie kim. 400 lux by lorde.

a field of vibrant yellow flowers, the yipping of a small dog, fangs bared, constellations of words, no apologies, thousands of discarded ‘what ifs,’ the call of the wild, a small crescent moon necklace, pride without arrogance, false confidence, spitting blood, intelligence without direction.

CHARACTERS & WCS.

perseus hayden alexander.

a former foster care sibling.

it’s been a while, but he’s a pretty memorable kid / hasn’t changed much at all. until age 5 / 2004, percy was in foster care + went through a bunch of homes. this is someone who was in one of them! probs knows stuff abt him that even he doesn’t/doesn’t rem. the possibilities!

first relationship / current enemy. TAG

basically, it was percy’s first relationship back in his teens !! cute lil puppy love except he’s awful so not puppies more like … squirrels. like his first everything !! and then they broke up n it didn't go great !!! since then it has evolved and gotten much much worse - they’re now totally and completely against each other, hate each other, and will fuck w each other when given half a chance.

first relationship / current enemy.

barbara “bobbi” morse.

old mission target.

bobbi worked with shield for a very long time! she went on various missions, undercover and classified and the like. on this particular mission, this is someone she was targetting. what for is up to you, but the options are rather open to interpretation. just generally something that would have set them against shield’s desires.

rival.

bobbi being widely competitive when it comes to just about anything (science, training, lecturing) is bound to attract some friendly competition. they’re constantly versing each other, even in the simplest things, like giving out test results or getting ready.

ex that ended on bad terms.

it’s a common story. girl meets person, girl dates person, girl and person breaks up, girl literally hopes person dies in a fire. for whatever the reason, they didn't part ways peacefully. and you bet your sweet ass she plays the part of scorned ex great.

andromeda rosalie isley-quinzel.

poly ship. ( 0 / 2 ) TAG

andy has baggage, certainly. she’s a past weapon x detainee, unbeknownst to her, adopted from a broken family, and had her heart broken by the first person she dated. she’s serial dated for years. but these people, they made her stop & start to appreciate love for what it is again. this connect can be filled by someone of any gender.

ex. TAG

andy was younger and very awfully naive. she’s never really gotten over it. for whatever reason, they broke up— it could have to do with her slightly overbearing personality, or general attitude, or whatever, totally up to you, but it was the other muse’s decision to break up, leaving andromeda heartbroken and now seeking out love in places it’s not.

former prediction.

andy PREDICTED something about this muse, in the past. how long ago and what is up to you. it was something SERIOUS, though, and most likely bad. it could be as wild as death, or marriage, or a death in the family, or a regret, etc. it’s rly up to u !!

roman darkhölme.

childhood love.

this is honestly rly cute. they were lil lil kids when they were friends and were super cute n close. they got fake “married” once or something. they were just best friends who grew apart. now roman is hella dif. he’s manipulative and a total fiend and it’s like “where’s that cute lil kid who promised to fight off all the bad guys in my life??” like … cute n sad.

enemy.

they see him for what he is: a manipulator. they either have past experience with him or are just adept ( VERY adept; he’s good at hiding ) at noticing him. they don’t enjoy him. not his view of the world, his actions, or his drug dealing. roman doesn’t like them for a point. he doesn’t like being exposed.

clientelle.

the darkhölme-mccoy drug dealing business is going great, actually. paragon is full of just the type. and with roman’s skill of persuasion, they haven’t gotten caught yet. this is someone that roman knows from that particular side of his work. he sells them drugs.

loki.

someone he had a kid with.

the other side of the story. not someone he fathered/mothered, but rather someone he had a child w. can be any gender for obvs reasons. how old the child is is up to u!!!

someone he pretended to be someone else with, extendedly.

for them, he pretended to be a different person… for a very extended period of time. it’s a trick he played often, but for them it was honestly excessive. the nature of their relationship is up to you, but upon coming to paragon this person finds out that loki is LOKI ! god of mischief, stories, lies, what have u. they’re probs pissed lmao

asgardians.

while most midgardians known them as the god of mischief / alien asshole, this character knows a side of loki outside of the lore. they’ve met their kids & can even remember little loki, just around causing mischief, not trying to overthrow odin & what else. they have a better understanding.

winona falcone.

older sibling.

the oldest falcone ! mwahaha. so it’s this whole big thing that WINONA IS THE HEIR, but she wasn’t always. she has an older sibling who was disinherited from the family & cast out. a big ole family disgrace that none of them like to talk about. the reason behind this is up to you ! but it can range from being a MUTANT to a DEGENERATE to being SOFT to whatever. sofia is a pretty uptight gal.

best friend.

she’s not trying to replace raph. she didn’t think she would actually ever be given the chance, and for good reason. i mean, look at what happened to the last guy who took the spot. but they’re friends, for whatever reason ( and, damn, do the people commenting on her instagram posts speculate ).

ex.

she’s always been the exception that proves the rule. her sexuality is no different in that she’s not hte most comfortable with it. it’s just another thing she never told sofia about, lest her position as heir was to be threatened. that makes her exes an interesting story, especially considering she won’t acknowledge some of them.

skylar helix mccoy.

hateship to ship.

open to fem aligning nb & girls / both have reputations that proceed themselves ! sky obvs bc she had one inherently n bc of what happened & the other for w/e reason. pref an xkid. they knew each other when sky was younger but they didnt get along & when they reconnect , they dont get along right either. theyre a PLAYER really. like new girl on their arm every month. sky becomes one of the girls, rly. and sparks fly. and shes mad abt it. they have this antagonistic hatefuck relationship. and she finds herself starting to rly like them, falling in lov w them, unbeknownst to their own feelings (that shes the ONE). and like that

tutoree.

girl is, in fact, a genius, though people of many have expressed their disbelief at such a fact. she literally didn’t have education for eleven whole years of her development and is still ahead of her peers. she tutors in her free time. while totally organized, studyblr style, her teaching style leaves something to be desired in her paraphrasing of many a thing. ( vicki vc king george iii did what? sky vc fucked half of england )

someone who knew her before.

she was a prodigy child. famous beyond her years. even now, she’s on vogue lists, has millions of instagram followers, the whole thing — but for different reasons. this person knew her before she got taken, and are likely a child of the xmen or someone who was at xaviers. they remember the fearless child, ready to dive into anything, the kid who was always the top of her class. brash and happy, but kind, in a way she no longer is.

#* ━━ ◤ ᴹᴼᵀᴴᴱᴿᵀᴿᵁᶜᴷᴱᴿ ᴰᵁᴰᴱ ᵀᴴᴬᵀ ᴴᵁᴿᵀ ᴸᴵᴷᴱ ᴬ ᴮᵁᵀᵀᶜᴴᴱᴱᴷ ᴼᴺ ᴬ ˢᵀᴵᶜᴷ / ooc . ◢

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oddsnendsfanfics · 6 years ago

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But That Makes You Family

Genre: Fan Fiction (Animal Kingdom) Pairing: Craig Cody/OFC Warnings: Drinking, Death, Sexual Content, Language, Drugs Rating: R Length: Chaptered Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: I have had this idea floating around for a while, figured why not write it? Plus, I keep hearing the world needs more Animal Kingdom fics.

Catch Up Here

Oceanside, California a little under 3,000 miles from the city Olivia Ealey had called home for the last eight years. As a girl it had been difficult to imagine ever leaving Oceanside, striking out in the world on her own, never in her wildest dreams did she see herself living the slow and steady New England life. Visiting Connecticut as a child Olivia couldn't wait to return back to the sun and surf. Who knew a place with four seasons would be such a save haven.

Cheap drug store sunglasses hid her eyes, she'd picked up the yellow shades somewhere around Toledo, Ohio. They had been serving her well and despite the bright colour they didn't look half bad on her. Head against the window of the truck, she watched as the streets grew familiar and the scenery updated itself from when she had been a girl, riding her favourite purple bike through the same neighbourhood. Back then there had been less stress and even lesser concerns for what was going on in the world around her.

“You still with me?” Deran Cody's familiar and calm voice prodded into her thoughts.

“Huh? Oh yeah, sorry I'm such shitty company. I'm still tired from the drive.” Olivia smiled at her acting chauffeur.

“Why did you drive, anyway? Flying would be cheaper and faster.” Deran reasoned turning onto the street of their destination.

Olivia shifted around in her seat, turning away from the window to face her oldest friend. “Because, you don't get to see anything when you fly. Besides, it's summer, and what better way to spend it than a road trip?”

“We clearly have different ideas of fun.” Deran mumbled with a teasing laugh.

“You should try it, I think you'd like it.”

“If I can ever get away from the bar, maybe I'll drive over and visit for a few weeks.” Deran added, flipping the signal light to indicate his turn into the drive way. “Who knows, maybe I'll like it so much I'll never come back?”

“You'd come back, the surfing there is fucking awful.”

An avid surfer, Olivia wasn't thrilled with the waves on the east coast, but they would hold her over until she could return on her visits to California. Deran would take one look at the Atlantic waves and be back in the Pacific before dinner time.

Sitting in the drive way, the truck's engine faded from a soft roar to dead silent, when Deran turned the keys. Olivia hadn't been inside of these gates in nearly five years, the last time she had walked out of the Cody Compound had been a terrifying and liberating moment. Allowing herself to break free from the tiny strings that this family could hold over a person.

“You coming?” Deran glanced over, a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth. Olivia hadn't noticed him open the driver's door, while he continued to sit beside her.

“Uh, yeah. Yeah,” she sniffed hard and nodded.

A vibration coursed through Olivia when she shut the truck door behind her, the heavy door making a louder thud than she felt it needed to. Following Deran around the garage, into the pool area, Olivia took note of the tiny details. The house was the same as she remembered, new curtains and more beer bottles laying around, but it was as if this place never changed. Deran's mother was particular about how she liked things to be around her home, even when she was behind bars at the local lock up.

“Where is everybody?” At the Cody house, there was always somebody around. No matter what, you were never alone and Olivia never forgot that detail.

“Inside.” Deran nodded toward the lavish sliding glass doors.

Growing up three houses down from the Cody house had been an experience. Olivia, like every other Oceanside native, had heard all of the rumors and the gossip. Wild parties, endless drugs and booze, the speculations that surrounded the family and their ... business. It was a free for all and at the helm of the ship Janine “Smurf” Cody. Ruthless, cunning, backstabbing, and terrifying – all while smiling and being the perfect neighbour.

Directly under Smurf, until recently, had always been Barry “Baz” Blackwell. Adopted into the family, he ran the show. Keeping his brothers in line and keeping compliant with Smurf. Next came Andrew or Pope – Olivia was never sure of where that nickname had came from. Trouble through and through, Pope was loyal to his family and had a reputation of being the Cody to stay away from. Olivia had heard that Pope's twin sister, Julia, had passed a few years back, leaving her teenage son in the care of his grandmother and uncles.

After the twins and before Deran came Craig. Craig Cody was something else, deadly good looks, and a lovable dumbass to boot. He tried hard, yet never seemed to get himself clean long enough to live up to his potential. The real source of Olivia's problems since she had hit eighteen.

Olivia had met the youngest son, Deran Cody, on their first day of second grade. The soft and shy, baby of the family had been sat next to her because Miss Rosen felt they could help one another. Over the years the two remained friends, entering high school together, partying, surfing, and getting into general trouble. No matter how hard the law fell on them, Deran never rolled on Olivia.

“J where's Craig?” Deran's voice bellowed through the halls, searching for his brother. “I have something for him.”

The boy, J, in the kitchen remained glued to his seat shrugging in reply. When he bothered to look up from his laptop, his eyes glued to the woman in the kitchen.

“J this is Olivia.” Deran caught the introduction. “Olivia I think you remember J?”

“It's been a while.” Olivia added with a small wave. She had met Josh once or twice, when he was a small child. “You grew up, J.”

“Yeah, I guess that happens. Why do you want Craig?” J ignored the woman in the house. His attention directed to Deran.

Placing three bottles of beer on the counter, Deran slid one to Olivia and one to J, before taking the third. “Because Olivia doesn't have much time for a visit.”

Rolling his eyes, in a true teenage fashion, J took a long drink of the beer and licked his lips. Olivia remembered being that age, she also remembered what it was like being a teenager in the Cody house. Smurf didn't have may rules and it made you believe that you were King, or Queen, of the world at times.

“He's out, had to run an errand. Call him, if you're so desperate to see him.”

Nagging wasn't Deran's style, a single text demanding his older brother come to the house was good enough. Craig was a curious creature, never had curiosity failed to get the best of him; he'd show. Sooner rather than later, too.

Long dark hair, wild as ever, Craig strode into the house in his usual gate – a striding walk that made his size look somehow graceful and like a clunky neanderthal all in one motion. His bright blue eyes were cast down on the screen in his hand, he was grumbling about whatever urgent meeting Deran had called him to. Since his mother had landed in jail, these damn meetings seemed to happen every hour.

“Dude, shut up.” Deran groaned loudly, a beer ready for his brother. Craig would need something stronger later, for now this would do. “Now, be polite and say hello to our guest.”

A double take in Olivia's direction, Craig froze for a fraction of a second. Olivia hadn't been in this house, or anywhere near him really, in years. The last time they had been face to face, she had walked away and told him he wasn't welcome in her life.

"What is she doing here?" Craig skirted cautiously around the woman in the kitchen.

Like a scared cat, he shifted around on the tips of his toes, ready to make his escape if the need arose. Craig was not in the right frame of mind to be dealing with Olivia right now. Talking, hell thinking about Olivia, took a great deal of preparation and mental capacity that he did not possess.

"Craig Cody." Her lips drew into a tormenting smile. "Long time no see, I half expected you to be dead by now."

Craig scoffed, clutching his beer. "Not for your lack of trying, Livvy."

"Alright children." Deran stepped between the stand off taking part. "No bloodshed in the kitchen, Pope is pretty anal about anything that stains."

"How is Andrew?" Olivia turned her attention away from the bastard Craig.

"Pope is...Pope?" Deran shrugged, running his hand through his newly cropped hair. "He hasn't murdered us, yet, I guess you could say he's been in a good place."

Olivia nodded in understanding, the last time she'd talked to Pope was right before he had been carted off to prison. She'd always liked Pope, partly because he was an interesting person and because she had a healthy amount of fear. He was wild and unpredictable, she'd never witnessed it but she'd heard the stories.

“He has to be, now that he has Lena.”

“I heard about that. I'm sorry about Baz.” Olivia's words were a general statement to the room.

Deran muttered a thank you, J ignored her, and Craig took the conversation in another direction. Not wanting to dwell on the depressing aspects of Baz's death.

“Are you going to be around for a while?” Craig's voice was almost cautious. Olivia nodded, commenting how Deran was her ride and she was around until he left. “I uh, I have to shower and make a few calls. We can talk after?”

“Sure.” Olivia knew that the shower was an excuse for Craig to distance himself until he got some control over the situation of her presence. His control coming in the form of several lines going up his nose. His calls to dealers looking for more, perhaps one to his latest fuck buddy to tell her that something had come up and he'd be late.

J ignored the woman that had shook his uncle to the bone, his attention switching between his laptop and phone. Deran tried his best to make light conversation, telling Olivia about his bar and catching her up on this and that from his daily life. They were comfortably chatting about the current surf situation and which day would be the best to hit the waves, when the infamous Pope appeared. His eyes hidden behind dark sunglasses. Olivia could never get over how well put together he always looked, despite his blank stares and slow, almost predator like movements.

"Olivia." He spoke calmly, a hint of a smile breaking his face.

"Andrew."

"Passing through?"

"Something like that." Olivia nodded, sliding off of the counter top. "Good to see you. Craig told me you've cleaned up. Looking after Lena now."

"Craig says a lot." Pope answered dully.

"He does have a rather big mouth." Olivia chuckled, pulling another beer from the fridge and handing it to Pope.

"Gets him into trouble, sometimes. You have a place to stay?"

"Yep, I'm staying with my mother. Don't worry, you don't need to take care of me." Olivia winked. "Not anymore."

"Alright." Pope nodded, his head bobbing without really moving. "Stay as long as you want, but don't expect me to help cover Craig's murder."

Glancing between his uncle and the strange woman who had showed up a few hours ago, behind Deran; J found the perfect time to speak up. "You and Craig have some debts to settle or something?"

"Huh?" Olivia turned to face J, a smile creeping across her face. "Nah. It's not like that. The first time I ever shot a gun, Deran was teaching me. My aim was a little off and as I pulled the trigger, Craig happened to walk by. Bullet nearly took him out at the knees."

"Yeah that time was an accident. I'm still questioning the night you threw the knife at him." Deran felt the regret boil the second he'd brought that up.

"He deserved that. I told him I was pregnant and he left to hook up with that whore he'd met at the bar.” Olivia's eyes went dark and her nostrils flared. Deran fell silent, his gaze falling to the floor. He remembered that night, vaguely. “Excuse me.” She grabbed another beer from the counter and bee lined for the back patio.

From the kitchen J and Deran watched Olivia pace the smooth stones, one hand running through her hair and the other clutching the brown beer bottle. Deran would cut her off from any more alcohol, as soon as he could, he didn't want to return her a drunk and sobbing mess.

Olivia's head jerked up when one of the glass doors slid open, clean jeans on and a towel around his neck Craig strode out onto the patio. Nine, almost ten years, and they had never had a serious conversation. Craig knew he had a son, Olivia had told him, then she took off for the east coast and if he was lucky she'd send him a text every now and then.

“I don't want to be angry.” Craig's voice floated through the open window into the kitchen. “But we need to talk about a lot of things.”

Reaching over to the window, Pope grabbed the latch and pulled it firmly shut. He'd allow J and Deran to stand around and gawk out the window, however hearing wasn't an option as this wasn't business that needed full family involvement.

“Am I going to have a problem, with her hanging around?” J's gaze went straight out the window to the pool where the mysterious woman sat across from Craig.

“With Olivia? No.” Pope's dry voice did little to ease the newest Cody in charge.

“She's trouble, but not in the same way as most of Craig's hook ups.” Deran added from behind the door of the fridge. “Smurf has you believing that you're calling the shots, but you're best to stay out of business with Olivia. Oh and J, don't tell Smurf she's here. It's not something she needs to know about.”

“For everyone's safety, there are some things that Smurf doesn't need to know.” Pope added to Deran's warning.

Olivia would be gone before the end of the week, no doubt, another pack up and leave without so much as a goodbye. She'd send Deran, possibly Craig, a text from somewhere around the mid-west. When she was far enough away from the Cody's to relax again. Until then the worry about Smurf and the strife she'd bring wasn't what Olivia needed on her mind.

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justadadonthenet · 7 years ago

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dude imagine the loser’s club as mutants from xavier’s school

(All under cut)

Rich: he’d so be quicksilver, look at Evan Peters’ quicksilver and tell me that isn’t richie,,,he’d have shitty silver curls that’d look ridiculous and would wear band tees and converse that would constantly be replaced cause he has adhd and s p r i n t s without realizing it. Whenever he gets excited all his movements are sped up and eds has to constantly remind him to slow down. He’s always late to everything (somehow) but he’s the smartest in the class. He loves it when wade visits the school and likes messing with him

Bill: so bill has this insane ability to remember every detail occurring in his surroundings and is able to transmit information to other people by touching them. It’s fucking amazing. Because of his memory he can tell such amazing stories and remember those he has read. The younger kids at school always gather around him while he tells them. He can bring forth certain memories in other people and uses this to his advantage in combat as well as helping the kids understand the stories better.

Stan: he has fucking wings okay he is Angel, except his wings are like a barn owl. Usually he can’t sleep at night, and just stays up playing with bill’s hair while he sleeps. He takes a bunch of naps during the day (bill just shares his memory of the lecture with him when this happens). He barely weighs anything but is strong as all hell

Bev: she has pyrokinetic abilities that were super hard to control when she was younger, her dad would scream at her for accidentally burning things, and the more worked up she got the harder it was to control. One night she couldn’t take it anymore and got so angry she almost burned her house down. Xavier found her after hearing about a pyromaniac child in Maine

Eddie: has self healing abilities and, after lots of practice, learned to heal others. Richie always gets blisters from so much running and Eddie just shakes his head and fixes him up every day. He also helps bev stay calm by regulating her body heat, and he and richie always have to help her to calm down (eddie won’t get hurt, and richie thinks he’s helping by fanning her at the speed of sound). He’s impossible to hurt in combat because as soon as anything painful is inflicted it disappears. Only downside to this dude is that he’s 5’3” (also kind of helps, because nobody expects this kid to actually fight them)

Mike: can turn into any animal he can think of, and can communicate with them even when he’s not in the same form as them. He has a specific mark that appears on all his transformation, making it easier for the losers to distinguish between him and an actual animal. He loves trying to race richie as a cheetah, and racing Stanley as an eagle.

Ben: Ben can read emotions and, to an extent, alter them. He has to be making contact with the person (It helps immensely with bev, but he can’t help her until she’s not on fire.) after Bev got especially worked up one day, Ben realized that the closer he was to someone (emotionally) the further away (physically) he could be to influence their emotions

Extras:

-I’m sorry richie does literally everything Evan Peters quicksilver does, except he has the same mouth as wade Wilson

-bill adores Stan’s wings so much cause they’re so soft and beautiful. In the light they’re almost golden, and (in bill’s opinion) they match Stanley’s hair amazingly

-sometimes stan runs up to him, grabs bill around the waist, and takes off. Bill SCREAMS the first time he does it, but now it’s a regular thing.

-rich think it’s stupid that they’re allowed to be cute and tries to do a similar thing to Eds

-eddie nearly has an asthma attack, and he doesn’t even have asthma

-“god Eds you’re no fun” “richie who the fuck wants to be held by you running 120 miles per hour?!” “Aw cmon I was faster than that wasn’t I?”

-richie can’t listen to any music that’s even remotely slow, it’s too boring

-he tries to rap. It’s terrible

-sometimes stan perfectly times a landing, just so he can swoop richie up while he’s being a pest

-richie SHRIEKS

-the teachers don’t know what to do with these kids

-colossus hates richie more than he hates wade

-negasonic also hates richie (but also loves him and is his friend because that kid has a good taste in music and it’s fun to try to blast richie before he realizes what’s happening)

-wade would adore the losers so much

-“look, you sexy Russian metal motherfucker, these are my sons” “wade, no” “I mean they have such resemblance. They’re both gay, one can heal and one knows bad words”

-“dad?! You’re back?!” “Richie stop”

-wade is the only one willing to babysit all of them (and he loves it)

-“holy shit! You can fucking become fire! How hot can you get?! Burn my fucking arm off!”

-he somehow also HELPS Bev control her anger/abilities

-“Hey eddie, can you fix this ballsack of a face for me?”

“Nobody could do that”

*sheds single tear*

“That burn is worse than anything Molly ringwald could’ve given me”

Bev, from down the hall: “WANNA BET ON IT WILSON”

-“I thought you were me AND richies dad? That just makes this incestuous. I’d be dating my brother” “you’re right...I have to disown one of you”

-richie, appearing in the room: “DADDY NO”

-wade adopts richie. No literally. He adopts him. He hates how richies parents treated him, and somehow adopts him (richie may have ran away from home, and may have figured out how to remove his records from all government data bases)

-“Hey Logan now I have a kid too, but mines cooler”

-laura: *runs at richie, screaming*

Richie: *SCREECHES and climbs up wade*

-laura kind of takes a liking to richie after realizing he’s terrified of her

-she loves sneaking up on him, and he basically turns into her big brother. He knows when to mess around and when to be serious, and is super soft with her

-Logan tried to keep her away from that kid, but she would have one of her legendary tantrums

-richie learned some Spanish cause he was the only one who could process her ramblings fast enough

-“wow they’re like brother and sister. Maybe we should elope”

-negasonic gets all soft with Laura and she speaks to her in Spanish and makes sure her thoughts are heard

-wade gets a lil more serious after being with the kids.

-Stanley acts like he hates him cause cmon it’s like having a Richie you can’t physically injure

-but the conversations they have when wade is being sincere help stan so much

-tries to shield mike from the world and barely swears around him

-richie: “shit”

Wade: *GASPS AND COVERS MIKES EARS*

-wade helps all of the kids at Xavier’s with sexuality and understanding it (and is unnaturally serious for the most part)

-“the guest sex Ed teacher is our very own wade Wilson!” “It’s Deadpool, and I’m not an x-man, so you can shut that ‘very own’ shit down”

-petey parsley gets transferred to Xavier’s

-richie loves this kid and tries to befriend him as soon as he arrives

-“holy SHIT you’ve met tony stark?!” “Dude I work for him” “HOLY FUCK HE WORKS FOR IRON MAN EDDIE”

-“IM GONNA SPRINT. YOU TRY TO WEB ME TO THE WALL”

-richie just sprints into a wall cause peter doesn’t hit him in time

-“eddie I think I broke my dick...and my face...will you still love me if I look like wade?”

-Bev uses the tip of her pinky to light her cigarettes, she holds them like she’s going to take a drag but sticks her pinky up and lights it while bringing it toward her mouth and richie LOSES HIS SHIT OVER IT

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

#losers club #it 2017 #bill denbrough #richie tozier #ben hanscom #stanley uris #stan uris #beverly marsh #bev marsh #mike hanlon #eddie kaspbrak #marvel #xmen #mine #it headcanons #it hc #headcanons

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assassins-writing · 7 years ago

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Masterlist

Because my actual masterlist is... Well, it’s a mess, and the tags don’t always work. So... Here’s this thing. All the writings in one place! Beware of titles- they were all mostly unnamed, and I had to improvise :’) If the read more isn’t working on mobile, let me know, loves!

NOTE: This is a MASSIVE post. You’ve been warned. <3 I’ll make sure it gets updated every time new things get posted!

Last update: June 10th

Desmond Miles

Desmond being a dad.

Summary: Desmond and his son spend the day together. Introducing: Dadmond.

Lessons

Summary: Desmond teaches Y/N how to ride a motorbike. Fun?

Back to the Future day!

Summary: Wrote this on, you guessed it- Back to the Future day! Movie marathon with Y/N and Desmond.

Lazy days.

Summary: Desmond and Y/N are watching movies and honestly, someone can’t stay awake.

Relax.

Summary: Desmond is stressed. Y/N tries to help him in the only way she knows: video games.

A barista and a bartender walk into a bar..?

Summary: Desmond and Y/N finally go out together, after Desmond gathers some courage.

“Let me see.”

Summary: Y/N always keeps half her face covered for personal reasons. Desmond finally talks her into letting him see her full face.

Circle of life.

Summary: Desmond loses his wife, and he’s heartbroken, but he’s still eager to meet his son.

The Time Travel AU

Summary: Desmond and his twin, Y/N, go back in time to meet their grandfather.

Dadmond headcanons. <3

Circle of life, part 2.

Summary: Desmond spending time with his son and granddaughter.

“I thought you were dead.”

Summary: Desmond isn’t... dead. Y/N refuses to believe it- can ya blame her?

Altair:

Sleep.

Summary: Altair’s daughter can’t sleep, so he climbs into the crib with her- and regrets it soon after. Modern AU

On getting thrown into the future, and breakups.

Summary: Altair and Ezio are Y/N’s ancestors, and she goes through a breakup. Modern AU

Speeding ticket

Summary: Cop!Altair pulls Y/N over, somehow ends up with a date.

“Have you lost your damn mind!?”

Summary: Altair can’t sleep, and finds himself going to Y/N for some support.

Wingspan

Summary: Altair likes picking on his short girl. ‘Bout it :’)

Fun night out.

Summary: Altair gets drunk. Y/N finds out, real quick, that he’s a total sap when he’s drunk.

“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”

Summary: There’s nowhere to sit at the theater. Altair finds a solution!

Love Story

Summary: Altair’s girls, Phoenix and Raven, ask him once again about how he and their mother met. (Look this is really cute and I’m proud of it???)

“Those are my BABIES.”

Summary: Phoenix and Raven get separated from their father. ALtair then finds out that his girls are little bad asses.

“So what if I have a broken arm, I’m still doing it!”

Summary: Altair breaks his arm. He’s still a little shit, and Y/N might want to break his other arm.

Ezio Auditore da Firenze

Silver Fox

Summary: Ezio’s finally home! Fluff follows. <3

‘Hold my hand, and jump.’

Summary: Ezio is teaching Y/N how to do the leap of faith. Y/N is scared, but he reassures her.

Ezio and Flavia

Summary: literally just dad!Ezio and his lil’ lady. <3

New hair?

Summary: Y/N dyes her hair and wants to know what Ezio thinks.

‘Wanna dance?’

Summary: Carnivale has rolled around! Ezio finds his dancing partner among the crowd.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Summary: Exactly what it sounds like. While waiting on Y/N, Ezio... Ezio decides to be a little shit.

“Kiss me.”

Summary: Just... Kisses.

Scars.

Summary: Ezio notices Y/N’s self harm scars and he reassures her that he’s there for her, and things can feel better.

Ratonhnhaké:ton/Connor Kenway

Papa Bear!Connah

Summary: Y/N is pregnant, and someone in the city almost makes her fall. Connor gets a little irritated.

Lil’ Charlotte

Summary: Connor finally holds his daughter for the first time after she was born. Straight up FLUFF.

Generic zombie AU.

Summary: Exactly what the title says.

Snowy days.

Summary: Again, just what the title says! Playing in the snow with Connah.

“Please, don’t leave me.”

Summary: Connor’s afraid Y/N will leave. She reassures him that she’s not going anywhere. Little bit of angst, little bit of fluff.

“It could be worse.”

Summary: Connor comes home from a mission hurt. Y/N is there for support.

The one where Y/N cheats.

Summary: Y/N CHEATS ON CONNOR WITH HAYTHAM. THAT’S ALL THAT NEEDS TO BE SAID.

First words

Summary: Lil’ Charlotte speaks her first words! Connah is stoked!

“We’re in the middle of a thunderstorm and you wanna stop and feel the rain?”

Summary: N/A. Title contains errythang.

Love Triangle

Summary: Shay x Reader x Connah. College AU!

“It’s not what it looks like…”

Summary: Connor is just... The best dad, ever. He spends the day with Charlotte and cuteness happens.

Telling TOKW!Connah he’s handsome - GIF imagine

Taking care of a sick!Connah

Summary: As a result of playing in the snow, Connor wakes up sick the next morning. Y/N takes care of him.

Being Connor’s first kiss - GIF imagine

Teen!Connor embarrassing himself to impress Y/N - GIF imagine

College days

Summary: Connor meets Y/N while waiting for a class. College AU!

Papa!Connah headcanons <3

“Just breathe.”

Summary: Connor has a nightmare, but Y/N is there, so things get better quick.

“Let’s adopt twenty cats together and treat them like our children.”

Summary: Y/N wants all the cats. Connor agrees on one now, another later. Introducing: Revolver Kenway.

Edward Kenway:

Goin’ fishing

Summary: Edward teaches Y/N how to fish.

Making a choice.

Summary: Caroline makes Edward choose between her, and Y/N.

“Hello there.”

Summary: Y/N meets Edward in a coffee shop.

Terrible Twos

Summary: Modern!AU. Edward spends the day with a terror toddler Haytham.

Just... Cuteness.

Summary: Exactly what you’d think from the title!

“Come over here and make me.”

Summary: Edward being a little shit.

“Did you do that just for me? Aw, come here.”

Summary: Y/N made dinner! Edward loves it.

Late nights and video games

Summary: Y/N and Edward are up late. Y/N decides to play video games.

“I’ll always be here.”

Summary: Trigger warning. Y/N is suicidal and she tells Edward.

“I could outdrink you!”

Summary: Y/N says she can outdrink Edward. Lil’ list of headcanons!

Arno Dorian

On parenting fails, and cute moments.

Summary: Arno is left to take care of the baby. He kind of fails, but he’s trying and that’s what makes it so damn cute.

“Come back.”

Summary: Arno worrying before his lovebug goes away on a mission.

Breakfast

Summary: Arno makes Y/N breakfast.

Insecurities

Summary: Y/N’s insecurities rear their ugly head, and she starts feeling bad about herself. Arno is there for lots of love, and support.

Confessing your feelings to Arno - GIF imagine

“Bring her back.”

Summary: Y/N is on a mission. Arno is talking to himself, about her safe return.

“Let’s just stay here all day. Yeah, that sounds good.”

Summary: Arno and Y/N spend a lazy day together.

Evie Frye

Gift shopping

Summary: Y/N is trying to get a gift for Evie that she’ll like. Jacob tags along to verify if his sister would like it or not. Fluff between Evie and Y/N follows.

Dynamic Duo

Summary: Evie and Y/N are fighting together and things... Things go great.

Jacob Frye (or, ‘THIS MOTHERFUCKER’ and ‘Fuckstick Frye’ as I call him)

On sleepy dads, and not sleepy babies

Summary: Jacob is clueless when left alone with the baby. He figures it out, though!

Jacob with his newborn - Mini ramble

Christmas

Summary: Lame title is lame. Christmas is a week away, and Jacob is being nosy.

“I don’t know if I want to punch him...”

Summary: Y/N shaves off Jacob’s eyebrows because he just... He’s such a pain in the ass. Things end up going great, though!

“You can sit on my lap, if you want.”

Summary: There’s just... Nowhere to sit at the party. Enter stage right, Jacob being cocky.

Knight in shining... Top hat?

Summary: Y/N finds herself in a super sticky situation. Thinking that things are going to end bad, she prepares for it, but doesn't expect Jacob to swoop in to save the day.

Healing

Summary: Y/N gets thrown from the carriage, and as the name implies, Jacob is there to help her get better.

Not so sneaky

Summary: Jacob leaves a trail of hay on the train. Luckily for him, Y/N is there to help clean up!

Diamond Dog

Summary: Y/N’s old dog passes away. She’s understandably upset, and Jacob is there for her.

“I need you.”

Summary: Jacob has a minor anxiety attack. Luckily, Y/N is there to help soothe him.

Ah Tabai

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Summary: Just what the title says! Ah Tabai catches Y/N staring at him again, and the two of them have a chat.

Yusuf Tazim

Days of doing nothing.

Summary: Yusuf is done training with Ezio, and he finally gets to spend the day with Y/N.

“Until the end of time.”

Summary: Y/N is feeling down about herself, and Yusuf reassures her that she’s perfect and he cares so much about her.

“Is there a reason you’re naked in my bed?”

Summary: The air conditioner has quit working. Yusuf found a quick solution.

Pierre Bellec

On a rooftop in Paris

Summary: Just a relaxed night with Pierre.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.”

Summary: Exactly what the title says! Pierre catches Y/N staring at him... A lot.

Charles Vane

Nights on the beach

Summary: Quiet time with Charles Vane. It’s just him and Y/N. Charles is low-key smooth.

Napoleon Bonaparte

“Don’t you dare throw that snowba-, goddammit!”

Summary: Snow days = snowball fights. Napoleon didn’t expect Y/N to have a damn good aim.

Shaun Hastings

Such an ass.

Summary: Shaun is being an ass and giving Y/N hell for everything.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Summary: Y/N admits some feelings to Shaun, he thinks she’s joking. She’s not joking.

All the assassins (preferences and such!)

The one where long hair is an issue

Summary: Someone clogged the drain and... Y/N is just pissed.

Birthdays

Summary: It’s Y/N’s birthday, and she gets to spend it with her favorite boys!

Handling depression - Preference

Shay Cormac

Quiet words.

Summary: Shay is spending some time with his wee girl. Lots of whispered words and pride from a happy papa.

On nightmares, and those who help

Summary: A nightmare wakes Shay up in the middle of the night. He’s scared, but Y/N is right there to help him.

When you can’t flirt...

Summary: Self explanatory. Shay can’t flirt to save his life.

First steps.

Summary: Shay and lil’ Abigail. Abbey starts walking, and she takes a little tumble.

Sick on the sea.

Summary: Y/N is sick. Shay teases her a little bit, but ends up taking care of her.

Loss and new life.

Summary: Shay loses his wife while she’s giving birth to their child. He’s destroyed, but realizes a new light has entered his life- his daughter.

Loss and new life, part 2.

Summary: Shay and Abbey go to visit Y/N’s grave.

“I’m right here.”

Summary: Y/N has an anxiety attack. Luckily, Shay knows just what to do to help her.

“I think I’m in love with you and I’m terrified.”

Summary: Shay admits something that he hasn’t wanted to tell Y/N. He’s afraid of the outcome.

“You fainted…straight into my arms. You know, if you wanted my attention you didn’t have to go to such extremes.”

Summary: Y/N faints and Shay just... He’s an ass about it. It’s all in good fun, though!

Being an artist

Summary: Y/N loves drawing on everything. Shay lets her draw on everything. Feelings are admitted.

Misplaced blame.

Summary: Shay had always been a little shit to Y/N. But after Lisbon, he’s beating himself up, and is a changed man. Y/N is there for support, though. Assassin!Shay.

The one where Shay needs some support.

Summary: Shay’s angry after Lisbon- who can blame him? But, Y/N is a sweetheart, and she’s there to help calm him down and keep him from leaving the Brotherhood.

Haytham Kenway

Quiet nights with the Grand Master

Summary: Y/N spends some time with Haytham. Male!Reader

Thomas Hickey

Like a songbird

Summary: Y/N is singing, and Thomas hears her for the first time.

#Masterlist #Assassin's Creed #Assassin's Creed fanfiction #reader insert fanfiction #long post

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setoangel01-fanfiction · 7 years ago

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Merry Christmas, Ash

Chapter 3 - The Present (Previous Chapters)

Rated: T

Story Summary: A look at the many Christmases Ash and Johnny celebrate throughout their years together.

Chapter Summary: A Jash Family Christmas.

Fanfiction.net - https://www.fanfiction.net/s/12769155/3/Merry-Christmas-Love A03 - http://archiveofourown.org/works/13105035/chapters/30042639

Years later, on Christmas day, and now, Ash was awoken to the sounds of her and Johnny's adopted children.

Excited voices full of wonder and merriment as they flooded her and Johnny's bedroom early on Christmas morning. Their eight-year old gorilla son, Josh, and three year old porcupine daughter, AJ, now crawling on their bed; jostling around and rousing both her and her husband from a once deep sleep.

It took a few moments before Ash's blue bleary eyes opened to see her son's excited face.

"Merry Christmas, Mommy!" he greeted when he plopped next to her side.

Josh was smiling widely, tiny canines showing as he showed her a small haphazardly wrapped gift with 'Mommy' written in messy blocky letters on the attached white tag.

Ash's heart immediately swelled as she stared into her son's bright green eyes and to the present he was bestowing.

"Aw, my Josh," Ash chortled, reaching up and rustling his messy tuft of hair and bringing him in for a hug which he happily returned.

Johnny chuckled sleepily as their daughter crawled on his chest; squeaking loudly and holding a untidily wrapped gift covered in pink ribbons and no less than a dozen bright green bows. The toddler was talking a mile a minute, essentially begging them both to get out of bed so they can open their presents piled high under the tree.

"Alright, alright," Johnny grunted when AJ's tiny toes pressed a bit too firmly into his sternum. "We'll be there 'n a minute."

"YES!" Josh exclaimed after pulling away from his momma and jumping off the bed.

"Yay!" AJ squeaked and Josh helped her down the tall mattress.

Ash groaned sleepily as soon as the kids trotted out of the room, fading voices still brimming with unparalleled excitement.

"Merry Christmas, Love." Johnny greeted her, rolling over to give her a kiss before he got out of bed and slipped his robe on to begin the morning.

Ash lay there for a time; simply listening to the sounds echoing throughout the house.

Johnny gently telling the kids to please not jump on the couch before she heard him telling Josh and AJ to help separate the gifts into piles. Josh and AJ's excited chattering went on before Ash heard noises in the kitchen. Picturing Johnny scooping out coffee grounds followed by the percolator brewing her much needed caffeinated beverage as he put on a kettle of water to make tea for himself. Something he'd done ever since they first started living together.

Nothing but comfort and love filled her heart.

Sure, she was still so tired and sleepy; there was so much to prepare. Having to clean and cook before Big Daddy and her parents visited later that day coupled with stress from her upcoming tour and album echoing in the back of her mind once the holiday was through, but for right now…she didn't care.

"Hurry up, Momma!" AJ's animated form was suddenly in her doorway. The little girl bouncing on her tiny toes as she stared at her momma expectantly.

Ash chuckled, "I'm comin', I'm comin'…" before reluctantly pushing the warm comforter aside.

Slowly, she climbed off the side of her bed where she was met with petite AJ pulling at her hand and essentially dragging her into the living room where Ash gladly followed.

Upon entering, she saw Josh sitting ever so patiently by his pile of presents; the glee in his face obvious and oh so adorable. The young gorilla smiling so big it looked as if it was even hurting his round cheeks.

"Mommy, I put yours and daddy's pile on the couch!" he said proudly as AJ sat by her pile beside her brother's.

"Thanks, sweetie." she mused, ruffling his hair again before heading to said couch and sitting on the plush leather. From her perch, Ash watched in amusement at the restraint her children had; both staring longing at their pile and just waiting for the go signal.

A few seconds later, Johnny walked into the room with two steaming porcelain cups and a smile directed at her than to his kids.

"Aw, thanks for waitin' for me." he chuckled before taking a seat next to Ash; the porcupine instantly adjusting in her seat to lean on him.

"Daddy!" AJ jumped to her feet before approaching them on the couch. Leaning on his knee before excitedly pointing to her pile of presents. "Me 'n Josh open presents now?" she asked with her little fists on her hips - such a diva at only three.

"..May you open them…" Johnny drawled expectantly.

"Please!?" Josh begged, jostling one of his larger presents in an overly excited manner.

"...please?" AJ asked much softer, pulling at her purple pajama top; looking up at both of them with a slight pout and big brown eyes. One she knew her daddy could never say no to.

"Yes, of course you may." Johnny agreed when Ash nodded her consent and just like that, the living room was now full of unbridled joyous laughter, sounds of ripping parchment and pieces of red and green wrapping paper scattered and fluttering to the floor in crumbled balls. Boxes opening to reveal the presents they had been begging all year for - their excited faces as they took it in as if they wanted to pinch themselves to make sure it was real.

Ash had the same temptation most times…

Johnny chuckled softly, the sound rumbling pleasantly in her ear from where her head perched on his chest.

Watching their kids excitedly look at each present they unveiled. Josh looking in wonder at a Lego set; his propensity for building and making stuff to occupy himself obvious by the huge smile breaking out across his adorable face. AJ opening a Princess Dress she'd been begging them for months and not even waiting to change, simply pulling it down over her pajamas and twirling around and squeaking her vast approval.

Less than 15 minutes later, it was over. The kids were already elbow deep in boxes to make sure they didn't miss anything as their parents watched in amusement.

"Did you get everything you wanted?" Ash asked after taking another sip of coffee and lovingly fingering a nice scarf Josh had given her.

"Yes! Thank you momma and daddy!" Josh answered excitedly, his big green eyes alight in wonder as he stared down at all his unwrapped presents.

"Yah! T'ank you! Daddy 'n Momma are da best!" AJ squeaked her happiness, still twirling around in her glittery pink dress; the color making Ash's eyes burn but if her daughter was this happy - she could deal with it.

Both her and Johnny saw the kid's intentions to start opening their Lego and tea party sets in the living room and knowing they had company soon, Johnny spoke up.

"You're welcome, just be sure to take them to your room before you open them, okay?" Johnny asked softly to his kid's confused gaze, "Your grandparents will be here soon." he reminded them and in a flash, they got up.

The kids exited the living room with a squeal of delight and crumpled wrapping paper scattering about their hustling feet. New toys and clothes piled high in their arms as they headed towards their room leaving nothing but empty boxes and paper in their wake. The intent clear with the sound of boxes and packages opening and the two chattering excitedly from down the hall.

Ash smiled softly at the direction they disappeared.

A long day of cleaning and cooking was still in store for her and Johnny but for right now, she just relaxed into the warmth of his body. The laughter of their children and happiness that flooded her heart at what an amazing of a life she had…

"Did you get everything you wanted?" Johnny asked, motioning to the scarf Josh had bought her, the candle AJ gave her, as well as the new laptop, vintage fender, premium guitar strings, picks, and favorite chocolates Johnny had bought her.

"...I already had everything I could ever want." she knew it was cheesy the second she said it, but she didn't care. It was true. She had absolutely everything she could ever desire right here, right now…the presents had nothing to do with it.

Ash felt her husband shift beside her until he was leaning down; furry cheek brushed across hers. Lips tender and soft as they pressed to her cheek much how the did the first Christmas they celebrated together. The mistletoe dangling from his fingers as his lips timidly pressed across her cheek; a permanent smile etched on her face - one that was on hers now so many years later.

Unlike that first time, Ash tilted her face until her lips met his.

"Eww!" Josh exclaimed loudly from the door and AJ squeaked and covered her eyes but you could still see those big brown eyes peeking out from in-between her tiny fingers.

Johnny and Ash broke their short-lived kiss to flash them a look before both kids ran out of the room giggling. The moment was broken but Johnny didn't mind - leaning down to kiss her forehead before relaxing a few more moments before they both knew they'd have to get up and get everything ready for the day ahead.

If you told Ash this is what her future held all those years ago before that fateful potluck, she would think you were nuts. Yet as she sat on the couch staring at the beautiful Christmas decorations and the piles of crumpled paper and boxes while listening to her children's laughter, the warmth of her husband's heartbeat against her cheek, she couldn't have imagined anything better.

Christmas - what once was just a mere holiday she didn't care about - a day that was like any other before and didn't hold any significance to her whatsoever. It used to mean crowded streets and stores; going home to a boyfriend who'd rather get drunk than celebrate the simple joys Christmas was supposed to bring.

Don't get her wrong, the streets were still crowded - work was stressful and life as hectic as ever, but this day now meant friends, family, unconditional love bestowed upon her by her husband and children - a day to look forward to despite all the hubbub. A charmed life she could have never imagined for herself one upon a time - but now she could never imagine anything else.

"Merry Christmas, Love." Johnny muttered near her ear and she smiled and melted further into his chest.

"You too," she responded with a peck on his fuzzy robe.

As the sounds of her children's excited voices calmed her nerves and allowed the joy to fill her heart - Ash could scarcely wait for Christmas to come again next year…

Have a VERY Merry Christmas! xoxo

#sing #sing 2016 #sing johnny #sing ash #sing oc's #own character #jash children #gawd #mah babies #T_T #fanfiction

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