#mi corazón gets away from the light thing but also works

[loverboybrightsideghost]

i have mild beef with the fact that in tangled the series, eugene's main nickname for rapunzel is "blondie." my number one he would not fucking say that. because he would not! mr. actually died rather than let you spend one more minute a slave to your mother and your magic hair would NOT give her a nickname that only references said hair. he loves her because he loves her, not her hair, and (another missed opportunity in the show imo) she's GOTTA have a complicated relationship with her hair, so why would she want to be constantly reminded of it anyway?

[lilirari]

　　　　　　　　　　 𐙚 ⋆୨୧˚ KISS IT OFF ME ⋆ ˚ ꩜ ｡

𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾. the one where gavi drops his girlfriend off to uni because she (unfortunately) missed her alarm.

💌 pablo gavi x fem! reader (written work + social media au)

# author's note : this is dedicated to my favourite gavi lover, @zowanew :p <3 it's not really proof-read & i have limited spanish knowledge (i used google translate for most of the spanish parts) so if you see any grammatical mistakes or some sentences seem off, please look the other way 👩🏻‍🦯

beep beep beep.

your alarm went off as you grumbled softly and begrudgingly turned to the other side of the bed. your hand slowly hovered over the digital clock on the bed stand, as you pressed the button on the top and lazily opened an eye to look at the time. however, when you saw that it was already 7:00 am, you immediately jolted up from your bed, your sleepy eyes widening as you stared at the clock. you rubbed your eyes and blinked a few times to check if you were actually staring at the real thing or just dreaming.

“ it's 7 already ? how did i sleep through the 6 o'clock mark ? " you muttered to yourself in shock as you quickly scurried out of your bed and folded your blanket. you arranged your bedsheet before giving a soft pat to your miffy plushie who sat besides your pillow and looked after you when you were asleep. " good morning miffy. " you said, smiling down at the white bunny plushie as you slipped into your comfy slides.

you swiftly made your way to the bathroom, doing all the necessities like brushing your teeth, washing your face and doing your daily skincare routine. after you were done, you came back into your room and opened your closet, as you stared the clothes hanging inside. your eyes darted left and right as you made up an outfit combination in your mind straight away. you pulled out those clothes and started getting ready to head to the university. you had your classes at 8 am so you rapidly changed your clothes, not wanting to be late. just then, your phone, which was placed on your dressing table, buzzed and the screen lighted up. you leaned down only to see that it was a message from your boyfriend. your lips curved upwards into a small smile as you opened the message to reply back to him.

imessage 💬

pablito 💗

good morning baby ! did you sleep well ?

mi corazón

good morning lover boy <3 yes i did. although i might've slept a bit too well...

i kinda overslept...

pablito 💗

it's good that you got some well deserved sleep but don't you have uni today ?

mi corazón

yeah 😭 i think i'm going to be late.. i have to turn into the flash to be able to attend my first class on time 😞

pablito 💗

hm.. i don't think that's necessary, y/n. i'll come and pick you up at your house. i also have a practice session for our match tonight and your university's on the way to the stadium anyways.

mi corazón

oh baby, it's all good, don't worry. you don't have to go through such lengths for me ! i'll just try to catch the bus.

pablito 💗

no, i won't take a refusal as an answer. i'll be at your door in 15 minutes. take all the time you need to get ready, okay ?

mi corazón

but gavi 😭

pablito 💗

you can't stop me i'm already omw, amor

mi corazón

.. okay, alright 😞 thank you :( i love you <3

pablito 💗

love you too. see you soon :)

you closed your phone as a soft sigh escaped your lips. you were really so lucky to have gavi in your life. he adored you so much and was always willing to go through extreme lengths just for you. you shifted your focus to the mirror as you dolled yourself up with some light make-up and fixed your hair. you wore the necklace which gavi gave you on your birthday the previous year, and smiled as you looked at it through the mirror. it was your favourite belonging as it had yours & his initials on it. you shoved all the necessities required for the day into your bag and donned your favourite converse all stars.

you made your way downstairs, where your mother and your breakfast awaited. you acknowledged each other's presence, and you had your breakfast and talked a bit about what you were both planning to do this very day. a few minutes later, you heard a car horn in your driveway as a small smile decorated your lips. you informed your mum that gavi was dropping you off, which made your mum chuckle and tease you a little. after you said your goodbyes, you walked out the door to see your boyfriend waiting for you in his sedan car. as soon as he saw you, the expression on his face lighted up.

" hi, amor. you look so pretty today. " gavi greeted, pressing a light kiss on your forehead as you sat down on the passenger seat.

" thank you, baby waby. " you replied back, a small snicker escaping your lips as you noticed the change in his expression when he heard that nickname. you liked to use it whenever you were teasing him because it always made him pout and you found this action of his to be so endearing. " you don't look so bad yourself, guapo. " you commented, giving him a slight up & down look as you smiled. gavi always dressed up really well *cough* unlike his best friend pedri *cough*, and he looked good in any outfit, be it a suit or just a plain t-shirt.

the ride to your university was quite fun. you talked about how much you were dreading to take the afternoon classes and gavi talked about the silly antics his teammates liked to pull during practice sessions. you also had a good laugh when you reached the gates of your uni because of your boyfriend as he kept honking at the students blocking the road, angrily yelling " GET OUT OF THE WAY ! MY GIRLFRIEND'S GOING TO BE LATE !! " at them. this resulted in a few head turns and confused stares but you didn't even notice those looks because being with gavi made you so much more happy and not give a care about anything else in the world.

when you had finally reached your class building, you noticed your friends waiting for you at a distance as you waved at them, flashing them your pearly whites.

" thank you so much for dropping me off today, pablito. i would've gotten some sort of detention if it weren't for you. i owe you one. " you expressed your thanks as you took off your seatbelt.

" you don't have to owe me anything, y/n. all i ask for is a kiss. " he replied back, eyebrows raised and a small smirk plastered on his face as he awaited for your response.

" what ? a kiss ? but my friends are looking at us ! " you exclaimed, the colour of your cheeks turning into a light shade of pink.

your boyfriend, obviously, did not listen to your protests though as he rolled his eyes before immediately leaning in closer to you, planting his lips on top of yours. you could feel his lips forming a smirk as he held the kiss for a few seconds before pulling away.

" who cares about your friends ? anyways, don't be late for tonight's match, okay, mi amor ? since we're going against the merengues in a home match, i need my good luck charm to be present for such a crucial match. " gavi reminded as he cupped your cheeks. " i'll score a goal for you. "

you were still a bit startled by that sudden kiss but you shook it off and nodded at his words. " don't you always ? " you asked, grinning like a cheshire cat. " hm.. i wouldn't miss it for the world. i can't wait to see the looks on the faces of the madridistas when their team loses to us. " you remarked, giggling as you got out of the car. " te quiero, cariño. please be careful when training, okay ? " you requested, waving at him as you closed the door. " hm, don't worry. que tengas un gran día, mi amor. te quiero. see you later. " gavi responded, sending a wink your way before driving off.

you then caught up with your friends, with them squealing in excitement and nudging you teasingly after witnessing your little kissing scene with your boyfriend and you feeling embarrassed but content.

you couldn't take your classes properly though because all you were thinking about was the kiss.

instagram 🎥

yourinstagram 🔒

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yourinstagram my baby <3 and there's gavi too ig 🧍🏻‍♀️

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pablogavi " there's gavi too ig " ???? i dropped you off at uni + dedicated not one but two goals for you and this is how you repay me ? 😞

-> pablogavi do you love miffy more than me or what ? 🙄

-> yourinstagram yes ☺️

-> yourinstagram jk jk i love you more than miffy

-> pablogavi ha, take that miffy !

-> yourinstagram what did this bunny even do to you 😭

-> pablogavi took away all your attention from me 😕

-> yourinstagram eres tan lindo.. 🥹 don't worry, you'll always have my attention, pablito

-> pablogavi yeah i better 😠

pedri gavi estaba flipando al verte con su camiseta 🤭

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joaofelix79 love u bro

-> pablogavi ❤️💙

-> yourinstagram um ?? 🤨🤨🤨🤨

yourbestfriend the matching miffy and badtz-maru rings.. the highway looks like a good place to sleep tonight

-> yourinstagram BESTIE NO DON'T GO THERE 😭

-> yourinstagram i promise i'll make gavi find a good footballer bf just for u 🫶

-> yourbestfriend please 😞🙏

classmate1 girl you're seriously so lucky to have the best pro footballer as ur bf 😭

classmate2 wikihow to be y/n 😞

classmate3 y/n please get us footballer bfs too

friend1 the flower 🥹🥹🥹

friend2 OMG THE MIFFY STATUE !!!

friend3 i'm in awe you look gorgeous queen

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pablogavi con un fan muy especial ☺️ otra victoria en casa ! gracias a todos por vuestro apoyo. força barça ❤️💙

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yourinstagram lo hiciste increíble hoy !

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yourinstagram te quiero, mi amor ❤️

-> pablogavi te quiero, mi vida 💙 gracias por apoyarme siempre

fcbarcelona dos goles sorprendentes 👏

pedri chico de oro 💪

joaofelix79 🪄🪄

_ferminlopez 😘

jpcancelo hermanito 😍

_rl9 🔥

user10 you played incredibly well today, pablo !

user21 congratulations on the win, best boy !

user38 forever a culer 🤞🤞

user45 so happy to have gotten 2 beautiful goals from you ! so proud of you ❤️‍🩹

user03 AHHHH GAVIYN CONTENT !!! 🥹🥹🥹

user57 barça's golden boy 🗣️🗣️🗣️

user99 did you guys see how happy y/n was when he scored.. she was literally jumping and screaming 🥹 she's so cute they're so cute :(

user82 my parents <33

user73 the way he dedicated both goals to y/n.. i'm going to take a bath with the toaster tonight

user64 the best barça couple 🫶

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© LILIRARI, 2023 ★

[eccentricallygothic]

Pairing: Soft Dom bf!Pedri | Tall brat gf!You. 

Warning(s): D/s dynamics, power imbalance, light manhandling, stern Pedri, Daddy kink, allusion to spanking, Pedri puts reader in her place in a rather sfw way atypical to me. Please do not read if this isn't your cup of tea. Do not repost my works in any way, or use my ideas without permission. Minors do not interact. 

Pedri raises an amused, perfectly shaped eyebrow at your little act of defiance. He has to crane his neck upwards to look at you from his half turned position a few steps away from you. 

"I am sorry, what was that?" It's a rhetorical question but he understands that you're just a silly little baby who never really thinks her words or actions through at first. 

He has to spell everything out for you. 

Your cheeks are puffed as you pout down at him, protestant arms crossed over your chest. "You heard me!" You think that you have really done something with this, but when your boyfriend doesn't budge, you start getting restless and fussier. 

It's really hard to hold his eyes in situations where he's clearly unhappy with you. 

Well, so what?!

You are also very displeased with him!

Pedri slowly slithers in a frustrated sigh when some of the staff and other customers in the bookstore start to stare at the scene you're causing. He is still only half turned to look at you when he speaks. 

"Put it down, mi cariño~" your eyes roll despite his open dislike towards the action and a dramatic huff escapes you. 

"I've no idea what you mean!" The louder your voice gets with each word, the more his jaw tightens. 

Now you're just asking to be pulled across his knee. 

"Should I come and look, mi vida?" The sweet endearments are a sign. You are digging your own grave. 

But alas, you're just a dumb little brat, aren't you? 

You nearly waver at that and he has to bite back his smirk. You're wrapped around his fingers and he knows it. Just a fiddle for him to play as he sees fit.

"I- I…" You gulp as you rake your mind for the appropriate words but images of how he'd look if he did approach you are already flooding your mind. 

"Yes, mi corazón, you?" Despite the difference in your heights, he always manages to make you feel like the smallest little thing ever. 

You nearly falter, his sweet tone almost lulling you into caving but then your fingers subconsciously tighten around the book and you can't help but snap back into brat mode. 

"No!" Pedri is in disbelief at your audacity. The way both his eyebrows raise is proof. "I am NOT leaving without this!" And the book that you had stashed in your fluffy coat finally sees the light of the bookstore when you pull it off. 

It isn't about the money. 

Your boyfriend sighs under his breath. "Bunny, you chose the three we will buy today yourself. When you finish them, we will come back here and get that one for you" he half nods in the direction of the book. 

It is about discipline and order. 

"But I want it NOW!" Pedri nods as if understandingly. 

"Okay, so here is what's going to happen" folding the arm so he can hold the three books you had chosen for this haul up to you, he speaks in an unimpressed tone. "You are either going to put it down and be grateful for these three" he held his free hand out to you. "Or we will go home with nothing but a sorry brat" and suddenly, you're in a dilemma. 

He seriously didn't! 

"B- But…" You are conflicted.

"Five seconds, bunny" his eyes find the huge wall clock. 

You panic at first but then your eyebrows furrow again when you gaze at the book again. Your nose flares and you square your jaw, ready to stand your ground. 

But then…

Pedri lets out a sigh and nods to him, turning to put the books away. "Alright" your legs move faster than your mind and you nearly toss the book you're holding who knows where. 

"I am here, okay, I am here!" You clutch the hand he had held out for you desperately, whimpering and whining as you push your body into his. 

The look he gives you is enough to make your cheeks flush as you duck your head to nuzzle your face in his shoulder, muttering out apologies.

"What do we say when we act like an ungrateful brat?" You pout as you toy with the collar of his coat. 

"S- Sorry…" You are a stranger to your prior volume. 

"Sorry, what?" Before he pulls you away and makes you whine. "Say it properly" he keeps you still and unbudging by a hold on your forearm, nonchalant to your grabby hands.

You're forced to lower your head at the end and whimper out an, "I am s- sorry, Daddy…" He keeps you there to let you bask in your littleness for a good few moments before he releases you and makes his way to the counter. 

You follow closely behind, a bunch of his coat crumpled up in the fist you hold it with. As Pedri takes care of the payment and packing up of your shopping, you stare at your feet and wait for him. When he's done and you're exiting the store, you want to hold your new possessions but he hovers them above your eager hands. 

You need a maintenance session it seems. Since you keep forgetting all of your manners lately. 

"Oh!" You gasp when you realize your mistake. "Thank you, Daddy" and you have to kiss his cheek to express your gratitude, of course. 

Pedri hums in satisfaction as he finally lets you hold them, fishing out his car keys and unlocking the luxurious car with a beep. 

"Since you have lost ice cream privileges, we will go home now" your bottom lip juts out. "And how you behave in the next few moments…" A gasp leaves you when he reaches for your nape and uses it to push you closer to him and the car. "Will determine whether that pretty little butt will be blushing before the night ends or not."

MASTERLIST 

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I've nothing to say except that I wish a speedy recovery to my Barca bofi <3

[fumikomiyasaki]

[ ARMS ] : sender holds receiver in their arms while they kiss them.

Esca & Carol

things done while kissing

He was suprised to say the least. After he was done with work in the cats meow he found Carol waiting for him with a smile...

“Would you mind if I borrow you for a bit?”

He smiled and got closer placing a kiss on her forehead.

“You will get all my time, anytime, Mi Amor.”

A blush spread across her face as she took his hand led him away. It was a long walk through the forest untill she finally stopped, pointing to the stone and ask him to sit down before she took place on his lap...

“Be quiet for a short while, I read about something and want to try it out here.”

He nodded curious as she puffed out her cheeks and made a small glow using her hands with magic... the vine shaped scars on her wrists barely noticable through the shimmer as Esca noticed some lights approaching the two...

“Fireflies?”

“Right... I did practise my magic a little more and... it seems my connection to nature runs a bit deeper than just plants.... I wanted to show you the fruits of my labor but also.”

She pushed some hair out her face beaming with a blush at him.

“I missed spending time with you today... so I wanted to have you for myself... “

“Mi Amor, then why don’t you lean closer.”

His arms wrapped around her, pulling her very close into a kiss...their tongues ran over another as they hardly could withdraw... she was glad cause having him alone and to be able to enjoy this without the other dorm members disturbing them... made it far better to enjoy.

She didn’t notice that she was pressing her body a little against him untill she withdrew from his lips... noticing some fireflies on his antlers. A chuckle escaped her.

“I guess they like you... but hopefully not as much as I love you, Mi Corazón.”

A hint of red in his face made her feel victorious... guess her little plan worked... at least untill she felt him let his hands go down her back and hold her closer by her hips.

“Mi Amor.... would you be fine with staying the night with me... after such a surprised and having you this near, I hardly want to let you go.”

“Of course I will stay... lucky for you I have my tutoring work done... so we can spend all night together.”

Both smiled at one another, surrounded by the lights of the fireflies, hardly letting go of one another... Just enjoying the lights and the feeling of warmth between them.

[darke15]

Rhymieeee!!! 🖤 @rhymingtree

I'm so sorry it's taken me more than a month to get to this gem... the executive dysfunction always gets the better of me.

It’s okay, you’re here now, that’s what counts 😌🖤

But, even then, even through all the distractions, his eyes were on one man.

Ooh shit. Badass way for Danny to make his entrance.

Yessssssssss it was so cool in my head

The woman’s unblinking stare passed right over him; the shadows surrounding him gently cradling him in their depths.

If I were her no shadows could hide a specimen like that. I'd spot him like he was a glowing neon sign. He is too beautiful to miss.

Fr fr, he’s too pretty to miss 

I'm too single for this.

You’re tellin’ me 😀

OH AND THE VILLAIN

Casimiro Dragovic.

Mmmhmmm very menacing name I like it.

A lot of thought went into his name 

He had blond hair, slicked back just enough to show off his sharp face as he swirled a drink in one hand and leaned heavily on a cane with the other. The top of the cane glinted in the light, the neon flashed against the wings of a silver dragon roosting upon a globe—its claws piercing into the Earth and fracturing it.

I looove how you describe and introduce characters, Darke.

Thank you!!!

If I could draw I'd have made fanart of every one of 'em.

Same, i’m so mad that i can’t draw 

“Gonzalez. Daniel Gonzalez.”

Ugh... so weird to see a dead man walking pull rizz.

😅😅😅

Still hot tho. — His fingers slipped as he held out his hand to her. The wind whipped through his hair, the night’s rain ripping into him like daggers as he nearly lost his grip. — — And the girl reached for him, her fingers brushing against his. —

sorry what

nononono

darke I came here for a fun time don't be pulling that shit on me

Listen here, I didn’t do shit yet 

now that i'm also watching game of thrones i'm just imagining dragovic as a targaryen

Ewww don’t do that 

I can't wait for them to dance... 🙂

Same tho 

I am also doing my very best trying to block out Pedro Pascal's voice whenever Danny talks... but it's not working.

👀👀👀

— The girl winced out of the way, closing her eyes as bullets glanced off the truck. — — “Give me your hand!” he yelled over the wind, “I’ve got you, I promise!” —

See, I should be happy about getting more lore. But the lore seems sad. So I choose to ignore the lore. I don't want to cry tonight.

You don’t even know anything about the lore yet 😀

Also the kinda alluring villain who is definitely fucking with my morals right now.

Def shouldn’t be doin’ that. Of all the villains you could have a crush on, don’t let it be Caz

He could finally move on.

FROM WHAT

Oh ffs 

YOU KNOW WHAT. I'LL TAKE THE FUCKING LORE. I AM INTRIGUED. ALSO SCARED SHITLESS

You really gotta make up your mind 

HOLY SHIT

WOMAN WITH MUSCLES

UM

*cue the switching sides sound from tiktok*

😐😐😐 typical 

“How’s it going?” he asked, ignoring Turner completely, “It’s been a while, culturista.” Daeva scoffed, cracking her knuckles as she nodded to the men flanking her, “Not long enough.” “Ouch.” Danny pouted, pressing a palm to his heart, “Lástimas mi corazón.” You hurt my heart. “If you were a real man, you wouldn’t have one.”

see now that's how you flirt

That is my fave dialogue bit in the entire thing 

Five to one…not the best odds but certainly not the worst he’d ever had.

look at him... so optimistic

He’s still a young pup

I'm trying to figure out what Daeva is saying but Google is not giving me anything

She speaks Hindi if that helps you at all 😌

Danny sighed, shaking his head before he paused as the beat thudding through the building changed into one he recognized.

Oh god

here it comes

the moment that will live in my head for the rest of my life

yesssssssssss!!!

“Samba!” “No!” “Trust me!” “Absolutely not!”

HAHAHAHAAAA

I AM SO HAPPY

I loved this part so much 😅

“Go with the flow, my friend,” Danny crooned, spinning him again before using him as leverage to kick one of the guards away from them. He turned again, whirling Turner around just enough that he could throw a punch at another one of the guards before Danny pulled him back into the dance. Turner opened his mouth to protest again before he was spun once more and dipped nearly to the floor. Danny held fast to him, a smirk on his face, “Tienes ojos hermosos.”

DARKE. THANK YOU.

You’re welcome 😌

I love how so many bad things that happen to Alpha One (and Two) come at them from a black or white SUV... at this point they are omens.

Fr fr 

“Are you aiming for their tires or their heads?” he asked, glaring back at him as Danny scrambled over the backseats and clambered into the passenger seat. “Both.” “Aim better,” Turner said through gritted teeth as he cranked the wheel to the side, “You’re a horrible shot.”

Firstly, no he isn't

Secondly, I know just the woman you need…

😏😏😏

Nothing bad could ever possibly happen to these two... absolutely never

😬😬😬 ooooff 

I'm trying to read this without thinking about ✨the inevitable future✨ but it is so so hard and im just making myself sad…

I knowww I have to view it as a completely different project

You told me I wouldn't cry, that these were at most emotionally neutral

well I like to make things hard for me so I made myself cry. I'm talented like that

I haven’t even done anything yet. I’ll make you cry later but not for a while 

Lead punched holes through the already destroyed Land Rover, making disconnected constellations that flickering lights glimmered through like dying stars.

Darke, you're amazing at making a brush with death sound so beautiful

I forgot I wrote this and was pretty impressed with it tbh 

Oh... Cargo.

I think you mentioned that Origins was gonna be a lot darker than usual... I'm so ready for it.

‘Darker’ & somehow ‘lighter’ at the same time i think

— “Jump!” — — “No! I can’t leave them!” — — “We don’t have time, princesa!” — — “Please! Help me save them.” —

Oooh I'm so intrigued... who is she…

You’ll find out 😈

Veles... Slavic pagan gods, huh? God of earth, underworld, and cattle? Interesting…

THANK YOU FOR GOOGLING IT I DID A SHIT TON OF RESEARCH FOR THIS 

 “Weston’s gonna be pissed.”

yay Weston! I'm going to see him again

I’ve missed that old man 

Ah shit, here come the tears again…

What now?

“Hey, amigo,” Danny growled, startling the man but also catching his attention as they prowled toward him. The man jumped, his eyes wide as he turned to make a run for it. Danny scoffed, rolling his eyes and grabbing Turner’s pistol from its holster. He turned it on the man in an instant and fired without thinking. A yelp tore through the night as the man fell to the ground. “Great. You killed him.” Turner deadpanned with a long, heaving sigh as he trudged after Danny. He sent him a wayward glance before a low groan came from the man’s direction and he straightened with a hum, “Nevermind. He’s fine.”

They are literally the best

I love them so much 

Rereading the flashbacks in the main story is gonna hurt so fuckin much after this…

Ooooofff reading this in order would be devastating 

Most of his and Commander Weston’s operations had at least some semblance of entertainment to them. Bringing corrupt politicians to light, helping aid in revolutions, assassinating criminals no one else wanted to touch. It was fun.

I'm loving how much more we're learning about Danny now that this is fully in his perspective and he isn't really playing as a team member. It's so weird to see how he treats the work he's doing (with Aftermath, but he's the one mostly on the field doing it).

👀👀👀

Also you've managed to make a villain that scares me more than Dreykov. That's a hell of a feat.

Thank you 

I really hope you didn't throw yourself into a deep end researching for Dragon guy... thisis some really depressing shit.

I don’t wanna talk about it ☹️

“Weston’s still stateside,” Turner muttered, pulling a suture kit from his bag, “Training mission.”

Oh... training who?

Who do ya think?

AH! THE SECOND PERSON POV.

yayyyy!!!

Danny's gonna get so mad when he meets her, look at her being a better shot already.

Their first meeting is gonna be so much fun 😌

That cigar smoke... god I missed it

Same, even tho it stinks irl, it’s a nostalgic fictional smell now

“Pack light,” he muttered with a puff of smoke, “Essentials only.”

Oh Danny's gonna be PISSED I CAN'T WAIT

Same 😀

You blinked, your gaze snapping to him in an instant as a small smile curled to your lips, “Sir?”

Young, naive, optimistic Ghost with those bright eyes and that somewhat innocent/murderous smile…

She’s adorable 

DAAAARKE

RHYYYYMIE

DARKE

RHYMIE

This was epiiiic! I loved it so much! I read it all in one sitting, it was so fucking good.

Thank you so much! It’s been a lot of fun to figure everything out 😌

You never fail to amaze me, Darke. I knew this was gonna be phenomenal because I've been waiting for it forever, but... really, I wasn't expecting to be this hooked.

Thank you! I think there’s a lot of nostalgia playing with it and I love it so much 

Take your time to polish and shine this new baby, because it's gonna be a masterpiece. Origins is already so so so good, and I know you've got so much more in store for these lil baby Alpha Ones.

🖤🖤🖤

Before Tony Stark was Iron Man. Before Captain America thawed. Before Thor crash landed on Earth. Before the Avengers. Before (F/N) became the Anonymous Avengers...before she was Ghost, an elite group of operatives were brought together to rip terrorists from the shadows, to bring corruption to light, to lead revolutions and provide aid to those who needed it most, to create beautiful, ruthless, organized chaos.

It was Daniel Gonzalez's chaos to control, his to wield among his comrades. It was his manipulation of mayhem that would shape his world. It was his hold on havoc that would lead him on his path.

But amidst the chaos and mayhem and havoc, other forces were rising.

And they were forces that he couldn't fight on his own.

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Yes! Hi! Hello!

If you don't know me, my name's Darke 🖤

Welcome to..... [pause for dramatic effect]

Battle Scarred: Origins

The long awaited Origin story to Aftermath's Alpha One team. 

If you have no idea what I'm talking about, that's totally okay! Battle Scarred: Aftermath is my main series in which these characters stem from. You can totally go ahead and check it out, or you can read this. Unlike all my other works, reading Aftermath first isn't a requirement [though it's preferred 🖤]

To everyone else who's read all my other lovely lil stories....Hi again!

The first chapter of Origins is being released today to mark BS: Aftermath's 7th birthday! Though I don't know how often I'll be able to update it, I'll try my best to get this story moving and grooving!

Thank you everyone for all of your support for the past 7 years I've been writing! Here's to 7 more!

Enjoy 🖤

☞ Darke 

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CHAPTER 01: THE TIME WE DANCED IN RIO

To all my live reactors,

Please, please, please, hide your reactions under a Read More cut. I don’t want any spoilers floating around. 

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To all my Anonymous Avengers, 

If you want to react in my asks, feel free. However, I won’t be answering any of them until at least Wednesday if they contain spoilers. 

Thank you,

Darke

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A scoff puffed through his nose as a sneered smile curled to his lips and he tossed his now empty beer bottle to himself, catching it by the neck. The instant Danny passed them, he turned on his heel and cracked the bottle against the railing. Shards of glass sprinkled to the floor but left a row of sharp teeth around the heel.

The bouncers weren’t quick enough to react as he turned on them; stabbing one of the men in the gut before latching onto his neck and using him as leverage to swing a kick at the other man.

His fingers clawed at the man’s hair, tangling in it before he launched the man’s head toward the railing. A grunt escaped Danny’s lips as he swung the man’s head against the metal rail once…twice…three times—just for luck—before he released him and the man crumpled to the floor.

Danny straightened himself, smoothing back his hair and sucking in a breath before turning away from the bouncers and down the hall that Dragovic has disappeared into.

“Very inconspicuous.”

“I told you to watch,” Danny hummed, checking over his shoulder as he walked down the hall, “Not to judge.”

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***if you have a strike through your handle, it wouldn’t let me tag you 😞

[ilovekazuhaa]

I love your writing! Could i request hc on being the youngest child of julieta? Pls

How it would be like being Julieta’s youngest child!!

hii! tysm that really means a lot <33 and ofc i’ve been waiting for a request like this! i hope u like what i came up with :))

also, there is a Colombian dish mentioned. If I used it in the wrong context or anything, let me know! I am hispanic, just not Colombian so I don’t know very much about their dishes lol

Part 2 > Part 3

Literally the best mom ever

WOULD GIVE YOU THE SOFTEST AND WARMEST HUGS

Would always ask about how your day went after she picked you up from school.

Helped you with homework whenever you needed.

Packed you the best food for lunch. Everyone was jealous.

“Ay te amo cosa linda!” her voice echoed through the hallways of your house as she pulled you in for an embrace and gave you a big kiss on the cheek.

Would always take you to your favorite places, and loved to watch your face light up at the sight of it.

If you had any bullies, trust me she’d get Pepa to take care of them. With one look from Julieta, Pepa knew and answered “On it sis” as she walked out the door.

Always getting cuddles! No, no, no, you were never getting away.

Every night before bed, she’d tell you amazing stories about your big sisters Isabela, Luisa, and Mirabel.

She always loved watching you bond with your sisters. It was the cutest thing to her, really.

You and Mirabel were tied for who gets the most kisses and cuddles in a day, your mama was always busy at work loving her children.

Sometimes she’d let you make requests for dinner, making absolutely whatever you wanted. “Julieta, why are there brownies as a side dish for the Bandeja paisa?!?!” Abuela exclaimed.

This is Bandeja paisa:

You typically requested desserts for dinner, but she only told you she’d make them if you pinky promised to eat all of your food.

She would always give you little spoons of the food she was making, seeking your approval first before anyone else’s. You are her most important guest after all.

You were always with her, even going with her to her stand in town watching her heal people. It always fascinated you, watching people coming in with a variety of injuries and watching her heal them just like that.

You always hoped that when you turned 5, you would get a gift like hers.

Every so often, she’d drop everything she was doing at the stand, giving you a hug, or some food.

“Can I have an extra kiss mi vida?” she said as she knelt down to your level and tapped her finger on her cheek “For good luck.”

Taught you how to tie your shoes. She was so proud of you for a week after you learned. “Look, my sweet Y/N learned how to tie their shoes!”

She always loved hearing your stories, even if they didn’t make any sense. “Wait, so how did he fly if he didn’t have any wings???”

Would constantly tell you how amazing you are, listing all of your best qualities and how happy they make her.

“You burn so brightly, mi corazón. Never forget that.”

Encouraged you to try things out at least once before you claimed you didn’t like them.

When she’d crouch down to your level, she would let you touch her face, naming each of her features. “Eyes. Nose. Mouth.”

Tickle attacks would come out of nowhere, you never saw them coming.

You’d often ask her questions like “What’s the meaning of life? Why is the sky blue? How was I born?” She always had an answer for every question, except the ones that weren’t appropriate for children. For those kinds of questions she’d say “You’ll find out when you’re older, promise.” This was usually followed by a hand squeeze.

She’d sing to you every time you were crying, immediately lifting your spirits. Her voice managed to always calm you down, it was so comforting.

Every night she would tuck you in, singing to you in the nursery. Sometimes Mirabel joined in. You loved it.

“Love you mami.” “I love you, my perfect baby.” she said, pulling you in for a hug. She was so warm. You loved your mama more than anyone else in this world.

“I can’t wait to grow up and be like you mama.” “No, I can’t wait for you grow up and become you, mi cosa linda.”

[mtreebeardiles]

“I can’t stop thinking about you. When I wake up, when I’m about to fall asleep…”... Scott and Reyes???? (or whoever it fits best)

What! I finally did this prompt fill! It's only been 84 years!

haha but in all seriousness, thank you as always for the prompts and I'm sorry I still haven't gotten to all of them. I've been kinda everywhere writing-wise lately and the muses are being difficult. Finally got something out of these two, though!

Also over on AO3!

For all Reyes Vidal had lived on Kadara for the better part of a year now, he still wasn't sure how to classify her "seasons."

It wasn't something at the forefront of his concerns upon arrival, immediately enmeshed as he was in local and galactic politics, waging a gang war, and maintaining certain images in an effort to keep himself and his interests safe. 

But Sloane was gone, the Port was a power in its own right, and he'd earned not only the Resistance's trust (to any degree a human from the Milky Way could hope to, at least) but also the trust of one Scott Ryder: Pathfinder, RemTech expert, loud and proud biotic, and the most gorgeous man Reyes had ever met. 

He wasn't sure what season it was, but he did know this: it was too hot, his apartment was not updated with any sort of AC, which would have been fine except that Scott ran incredibly warm and Reyes was currently enjoying the Pathfinder's company. 

His lips twitched in a smile, watching the slumbering form of his lover as Scott shifted about beside him in bed, a furrow pinching between his eyebrows and a slight sheen of sweat at his temples. Or maybe it was water, leftover from his wet hair after he'd taken a shower to cool off earlier, all but guaranteeing some spectacular bedhead when he finally woke up. He always hid it under that beanie of his, but Reyes secretly liked seeing Scott sleep-rumpled, and counted it as a privilege worth savoring that he got to see it at all. See it, touch it, bury his fingers in that thick hair so dark a brown it was nearly black, eliciting sleepy hums of pleasure when his nails brushed against Scott's scalp. 

Scott was a treat in any state, he decided, sweaty, sleepy, spent; vibrant, mischievous, playful. He loved his little fidgets and how they seemed to broadcast his mood, he loved the way he hummed to his favorite music. He loved watching his fingers work at the strings of his guitar, and he treasured still the look on his face when Reyes had found it for him in the first place. Some favors called, some packages tracked and waylaid, and some of the things that had been sent along ahead of the Arks may have been pilfered during the Uprising but Reyes was nothing if not good at procurements. And maybe he'd startled a few contacts, earned a few side-eyes and raised eyebrows, requesting an instrument over shields and ammo upgrades, but Scott's smile, the way he'd lit up, had been worth every bit of teeth-pulling to get that guitar back in its owners hands. 

"I thought this was gone forever," he'd murmured, a rawness, a vulnerability in that voice, and Reyes had kissed away every tear that slid down his cheeks. 

"Play for me, mi corazón."

And Scott had, lower lip caught between his teeth, muscle memory and an ear for the notes superseding any formal lessons. He hadn't been able to read music, he'd explained, hadn't had the patience to sit down and learn and the notes as written just didn't translate to the notes he needed to hear. But Scott didn't need to read it, didn't need sheet music for guidance, and sour notes matched with sour expressions faded as fingers remembered the sequences learned so long ago, in another time, another place, a memory worth preserving. 

Reyes reached out, fingertips light against Scott's skin, so warm to the touch even with the fan going. A natural state, his biotics lending to that heat, and Scott loved his abilities as much as he loved music, an extension of the rhythms felt within. And this, too, Reyes found himself loving, an Andromeda memory all their own from their first dance to the most recent. 

He saw when Scott cracked an eye open, then the other, saw the curve of his lover's smile and felt his own widen in return for all he kept his eyes on the paths his fingers were still tracing. Up the arm, over the swell of his biceps, a caress at the shoulder before dipping down, down, along the curly hairs of his chest, to the smooth, soft skin of his stomach, finally resting with his palm flat against Scott's hip. 

"What're you thinking about?" And he loved the husky quality of Scott's voice when he just woke up, the depth it added, the way it rumbled from his chest. 

"You."

"Mhm?"

Scott's own hand moved, finding Reyes's free one and brining it to his lips. Soft kisses tempered with the brush of his beard had Reyes shivering, had his thumb moving against Scott's hipbone in languid circles. 

“I can’t stop thinking about you," he went on.  "When I wake up, when I’m about to go to sleep…” He glanced up, those blue eyes on him, and he laced their fingers together. "You're always on my mind, Scott."

He could feel Scott's smile against the back of his hand, and didn't resist as the other man gave him a tug. He braced himself up on one elbow, body resting against Scott's, scrunching his nose as Scott nuzzled his against it. "I guess I can't help but wonder how I got so lucky," he went on. "That we found each other after two galaxy's worth of bullshit."

"Still think fate's against you?" Scott asked, pressing small, tender kisses along Reyes's jaw. 

"I do," he agreed after a moment. "But I'm starting to think…"

"Hmm?" Scott prompted, pulling back to meet his gaze. 

Reyes resettled, straddling his hips and sitting up to better see him. Consider him -- from blue eyes still heavy-lidded with sleep, his hair curling and mussed from going to bed with it wet, to muscle and sinew wrapped in beautiful brown skin all the browner from days spent out in Kadara's sun. From the way he always seemed to be in motion, his hands moving in gentle strokes up and down Reyes's thighs, to the sheer energy coiled within him. 

"I'm starting to think," he began again, cupping Scott's cheek. He ran a thumb across those full lips, shivering as Scott kissed it. "That you are more than her match, Scott Ryder." 

And Scott grinned, all mischief, and Reyes smirked before dipping down to kiss him. 

[hattiewritesalot]

Your anon here! The one who asked for bi!reader. Could we get like sequel for that fic? Like y/n coming out to the rest of the Madrigals with Camilo or something<3

That fic just really helped me to come to terms with my sexuality, so thank u so much<3

OF COURSE ILYSM <3

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~So proud of you, mi vida~

Camilo Madrigal x fem!bisexual!reader

Part One here!

Summary: (Y/N) finally got the confidence to come out to her boyfriend! Except, now she needed to tell his family, but she had no idea how they'd react.

Warnings: once again, if you think homosexuality is a bad thing then do me a favour and just skip this fic or just let people be who they are

A/N: Ay yo this is a part 2 to my pic 'The Way You Are' <3

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You had remained in Camilo's embrace for about five minutes, but you never ever wanted it to end. He was so… warm, and sweet, and he smelled nice, and- oh dear god you were starting to sound psychotic.

You almost jumped out of your skin when you heard his voice next to your ear.

"Are you gonna tell the rest of la familia?"

You hesitated for a moment, thinking of what to say, before pulling away from him and gazing into his hazel eyes.

"Yes, but I don't know how. I'm gonna need your help."

Camilo grinned, his eyes sparkling with mischief and enthusiasm.

"Well, amor, I have just had the best idea ever."

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"This is the worst idea ever."

Camilo groaned, his face buried into his pillows. You were standing at the foot of the bed, hands on your hips and bedazzled in purple, pink and blue sequins via a jacket and some knee-high boots.

"It's your flag!" Camilo had claimed, "Y'know, the bi flag colours!"

At the time you had smiled and laughed it off, but you were starting to feel a bit sick at the glitter covering your body.

"For the record I thought it would be fabulous."

"Yeah, and you're also the one who tried to get Dolores to confess to Mariano by shifting into her and falling down the stairs, to which he didn't catch you and you just fell on your face!" Camilo pointed an accusing finger in your direction.

"Mirabel's idea!"

You sighed, shrugging the jacket off your shoulders and removing your shoes. Grabbing the hairbrush from his bedside table, you gently brushed through your hair to remove any knots, before going to sit by Camilo on the bed.

"I appreciate your effort, mi corazón, but maybe me coming out to your family would work better if I was just… myself."

He turned to look at you, adoration swimming in his eyes.

"You're right." He sat up and held your hands in his. "Are you gonna do it at dinner tonight?"

You let out a nervous laugh, leaning into Camilo's touch. "Might as well, you only live once right?"

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At that very moment and time, you felt like you were going to throw up. You had just announced to The Family Madrigal that you were bisexual, and there was not a sound in the room except the gentle clatter of knives and forks.

That was, before a bright light caught your attention. You snapped your head up to see a large sun growing above your mother-in-law's head, perfectly matching her large grin.

"That's wonderful darling! I'm so happy for you!"

Dolores smiled at you from across the table, her cheeks glowing red.

"I've known for ages, I'm so glad that you finally had the confidence to come out."

WAIT WAIT WAIT- AGES?

"What do you mean you've known for-"

"And you coming out to Camilo the other this morning was so cute I started crying."

Mariano nodded along from the left of his wife.

"I was there. Took her a good half an hour to calm down."

You stifled a laugh and turned to Mirabel, who scrunched up her nose in excitement.

"You are so brave for telling us! I could never. Like, I don't know if I would even tell anyone-"

She was cut off by a harsh kick from Isabela, who's playful glare was enough to tell Mirabel to stop talking before she got too rude. The woman in question turned to you and wrapped her arms around you, whispering gentle 'Well done, little one's in your ear. You had to blink about fifty times so the tears wouldn't fall.

The rest of the family acted just as nicely as Camilo had told you they would be.

Julieta and Agustin told you that they would accept you no matter what your sexuality was. The older woman even snuck a few arepas on your plate in congratulations.

Luisa wouldn't stop smiling at you for the rest of the night, constantly telling you how cool you were.

Antonio, starry-eyed and a little confused, told you that you were still awesome, even if you were a bicycle. Oh well, he'd learn eventually.

Félix proposed a toast for you, even offering to let you have some wine, to which Pepa cut him off with a stern glare.

Bruno just nodded awkwardly, patting your shoulder and saying 'Good on you, kid.' more than a few times. You were a bit anxious at this at first, but Mirabel assured you he meant well and was just a bit socially-awkward.

Abuela was, albeit, rather perplexed, but she promised you that she would always appreciate you for you and that your sexuality did not change the wonderful person you were.

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The night ended far too quickly for your liking, and you and Camilo headed off to his room, your fingers intertwined. Once you were ready for bed and comfortable underneath the warm covers, you felt Camilo's arms snake around your waist and pull you closer to him.

You were rather drowsy, so you couldn't make out everything he was saying, but when he pressed a kiss against the crown of your head and mumble something against your hair, you could hear six words.

"-so proud of you, mi vida."

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:) this made me so happy ngl. ty for requesting a part two <3

[writing-in-april]

Light My Cigarette

Javier Peña x Female Reader

Summary: After a rough work operation Reader is shaken up, Javier attempts to comfort Reader instead of letting them fall into bad habits.

A/N: This was my fic for the Pedro Secret Santa exchange, I had @aerynwrites - I wrote a hurt/comfort smut with Javier and Reader, I had a really fun time writing this and I love doing fic swaps (this is my like 3rd one and I'm addicted to doing them) I also decided to try and write the smut a little differently then I usually do and also tried to write in the second person for the first time- plus this is the first time I’m writing for Javier as well. Hope you enjoy! Requests are open!

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Smoking, Mentions of physical assault, Reader is a bit mean to Javier at first, Some crying, Oral sex (f receiving), Penetrative sex, Unprotected sex

Main Masterlist Word count: 1.5k

“Can I have one?” You said to Javier who was standing at the steps outside the embassy. He seemed confused at first about what you were talking about until you pointed to the cigarette he held between his fingers.

His eyebrows furrowed even more once he understood your request, it was well known that you despised the way him and Steve always had a cigarette hung around their lips. When you had first joined the duo at the embassy you imposed a strict rule on your first day that the windows had to be open if they wanted to smoke, either that or smoke outside. He still obliged your request despite his confusion, handing a fresh one over to you.

Your fingers shook unintentionally as you brought the cigarette up to your lips, beckoning Javier to lean in and light it. He again obliged your request, leaning in towards you with his lighter flicked on setting the stick aflame.

Javier’s questioning gaze still didn’t leave you while he lit his own. He was undoubtedly questioning your behavior after the last raid, being captured for a short while was part of the plan, it was fine, you were fine. The only visible marks you had from the encounter was a bruise that had quickly blossomed along the side of your cheek and a slightly bloody lip.

“Lets get you home.” Javier spoke with an uncharacteristic softness making you bristle even more, the only reason he was acting like this was because of your bruised figure. You scoffed to yourself slightly after taking your last puff before stubbing it out on the ground with your shoe. You were fine.

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The drive back to the apartment complex that the embassy owned was almost completely silent, the only noises that reached your ears was the soft hum of the engine and any quiet noise from the dwindling traffic. Javier kept glancing back at you every so often, you couldn’t really tell if they were from genuine worry for your wellbeing, he wasn’t really well known for his compassion for others. The only time you had seen a similar look on his face was when he rescued Helena. You shrunk from his gaze a little once you made the connection in your head, Javier and you may be close but you certainly didn’t want his pity.

It shouldn’t change anything, again, you were fine. You only had been briefly roughed up by Escobar’s men, they hadn’t been able to do much in the short time that they had you before Javier and Steve had shown up with Carillo to ‘rescue’ you. It had all gone according to plan, you had gotten the needed information and walked away with minimal injuries. Again- you were fine.

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“Are you ok?” Javier’s words cut through the thick air rife with tension in your apartment as he dropped you off at your door. You had been practically climbing the walls of the inside of his car before he pulled up outside the apartment complex in order to escape his lingering looks. Even going so far as to ask for another cigarette from him just for a bit of escape in the moment, though this time Javier didn’t oblige you. Unfortunately, he also had felt the need to follow up behind you even though his own apartment was at the other end of the hall.

“I don’t want your pity.” The snarl in your voice and the slam of your door seemed to catch Javier off guard, the tone you had adopted was usually reserved for your encounters with sicarios. Even if you found Javier infuriating at times you still never spoke to him in that tone. You actually regarded Javier as a close friend, maybe even a little bit more.

“I don’t pity you.” You even caught the add on I care about you that he mumbled at the end but there was no quelling your inner turmoil. Javier didn’t care about you, at least not in the way you wanted him to. The both of you were standing an arms length apart in the middle of your living room the tension begging to be broken.

“Is it because I’m a woman? Is that why you keep looking at me like that? I’m fine, they barely touched me.” You were just ranting at this point, unfairly taking it out on the first person in front of you which happened to be Javier. Hot tears started to prickle in your eyes threatening to spill over into large crocodile tears dripping down your cheeks.

“I don’t pity you.” He reiterated to you before continuing, “It’s ok if you’re not ok.”

Biting your lip at his words you shrunk back in on yourself crossing your arms around your midsection with even more tears falling. Ok- you definitely weren’t ok, you admitted to yourself. The way the men had beat you, even if it was only a little had in reality shook you up quite a bit. The worst part being that you could still feel their hands on you, you wished that the feeling would be replaced with more caring hands.

Javier took a hesitant step towards you, opening his arms and beckoning you in close for a hug. Your own steps towards him were equally as hesitant, but the resistance towards someone helping you, namely Javier, was slowly melting away.

After a few quiet minutes just standing in your living room basking in the comfort given to you you looked up at Javier only to find his eyes already on you. His lips parted slightly as your own gaze started to bore into his own, the tension so thick now that you could cut it with a knife. Your tongue darted out to wet your lips before leaning in slightly, very willing to give into the tension yourself.

“I don’t want to take advantage of you.” His words only served to make you want him more, to pull him close and never let go.

“You’re not I promise. I just want to feel you, to have you hold me close.” You snuck your arms underneath his leather jacket to gain a bit more of the warmth that he radiated around him bringing you ever closer to the comfort you desired.“I just want you.”

When his lips hit yours the first thing that stood out to you is that Javier’s lips were unexpectedly soft. His other movements were just as soft as he slipped his tongue into your mouth gently while bringing his hands to cup your cheeks. The two of you had always danced around the unspoken chemistry in your relationship never really fully acting on it, until now.

The scent that always clung to his clothes invaded your senses a mixture of whiskey, the cigarettes you had both smoked, and something you couldn’t name that was distinctly Javi. Both of you made your way back to your bedroom never really breaking apart from one another unless it was to come up for a quick breath. He made you fall apart on his tongue slowly piece by piece pulling away a few times before finally letting you fall over the cliff.

When he finally sunk into you your back was pressed against his chest with your side pressed into the mattress, and his large hand wrapped around your thigh to hike it up towards your chest. Though you were not facing each other in the position you two had chosen, you felt completely connected with him, your bodies moving in sync with each other perfectly. You let out a loud whine of his name when he dropped his fingers down to your clit and started to rub slow devastating circles into you.

Even if it was the first time that you and Javier were sleeping together you could tell that the softness in the way he rotated his hips and the way he cradled you softly was uncharacteristic of Javier. You could quite literally feel the love from him which made tears again prickle at the corner of your eyes, though for a much better reason compared to beforehand.

“Mi corazón.” Javier wasn’t a man of many words, in his day to day life and also while you slept together the weight of his words fell deep in your gut and the droplets that clung to the corners of your eyes spilled over. A second orgasm washed over you, in response to being completely overwhelmed by his actions. Javier rocked into you a few more times before spilling onto the back of your thighs, then quickly angling your face towards him to envelope you into a breathless kiss.

“I’ve got you, mi corazón.” He quietly whispered to you while pressing kisses to your temple after cleaning you up, then rejoining you in your bed and pulling you to rest on his chest. You felt true comfort in his arms as you drifted to sleep not feeling any desire to have another cigarette.

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Mi corazón- my heart

[pcvensies]

My número uno.

In which reader reassures Leo of how needed and important he is.

word count: 1080 + gender neutral.

trigger warnings: mentions of blood and wounds!

lúa vs ignoring the requests and writing a leo one shot ✌🏼😚 ily all im SORRY pls enjoy.

You sighed deeply, your cold feet covered only in a fuzzy pair of socks dragging through the corridors as you looked for Leo.

You’d be lying if you said you had no idea where he was, because you did. But it saddened you, the thought of it. Of him having spent another whole night in his workshop.

You rubbed your eyes as you looked at your watch, groaning at the sight of the time: 4:36 am.

The cold floor of the Argo II got warmer as you got closer and closer, and you run your hands through your hair, scratching the back of your head as you walked into the boiling room, your eyes soon falling over the boy.

He was sat on his chair, fidgeting with a pen as he looked over some papers, turning them with exhaustion in his eyes.

“Leo”, you called softly, your body resting against the doorframe, arms crossed over your chest.

The dark haired boy didn’t look up at first, clicking his tongue and writing something on one of the papers, as if he had finally solved the hardest riddle in the world.

“Night night, cariño”, he answered as he finally turned his head to you, coal covering his nose and the side of his face he had been holding with his palm, “You’re awake?”.

You nodded slowly, the warmth of the room, but also of him, inviting you closer, and as you yawned, you walked inside.

Leo got up from his chair, a bright smile on his lips as he chuckled, and you couldn’t help embracing him. You wrapped your arms around his waist, head tucked under his chin, earning another light giggle from the boy.

“Soooo clingy”, he joked, as he struggled to hug you, not wanting to get your pyjamas dirty with oil or coal. He rubbed his palms against his pants, and just then hugged you, “Missed me too much, corazón?”.

Your boyfriend always made that kind of comments, lighthearted and flirty, but your small nod made his heart swell with happiness.

“You’ve been busy here”, you complained, the tip of your nose brushing against his slightly sweaty neck, “It’s late as fuck, also”.

You felt him hesitate when answering. You were sleepy, eyes half closed as you pressed yourself closer to him, and Leo knew you were more asleep than you were awake. Somehow, that made him behave a little seriously for once, and that adding to the way you were cuddling to his chest, made his walls crumble.

“I have to do the one thing I am good at, corazón”.

He felt you sigh softly, hands moving from his sides to his chest, then his cheeks, as you pulled away a little. You had a small frown on your face, and he pouted, wondering if he had upset you.

“Don’t say that, mi león”, you spoke, and he giggled once again at the nickname, but also at your soft look, “Are you okay?”.

“Just fixing some things Percy told me to fix, checking some stuff Jason told me to check…”.

“That’s not an answer, babe”.

His hands moved from the small of your back to your hips, fingertips drumming gently against your body as he hummed.

Even when half asleep, you could read him like an open book. All of you had weak points, your own fatal flaws that were destined to be the reason for your respective downfalls. Leo’s was feeling inferior to others, feeling less, and you could tell from miles away when the lingering, silent whisper of the thought was going through his mind.

And when it did, he’d spiral into long, unhealthy periods of non-stop work, keeping his mind busy, doing what he thought made him relevant, and useful.

“Talk to me, Leo…”, you whispered softly, thumbs caressing his cheeks.

“I can’t get the last fight off of my head”, he admitted, looking away from you, “You know, the way you all handled it so bravely. The way you all fought. And when you—”.

Your heart sank at the reminder, the side of your stomach suddenly hurting again as you became aware of the wound that healed under your shirt. You had been hurt at your last battle, and Leo had frozen right as you fell against Percy’s body, his hand covered in your blood as he tried to keep you from bleeding out.

“But I am okay, babe”, you reassured him, just when he looked back at you.

“Not thanks to me, am I right?”.

His eyes were sad, but a small smile appeared on his face as you got on your toes to kiss the tip of his nose, arms wrapping around his neck.

“I don’t remember Annabeth being the one to make me laugh so I would stay awake all the way back to the ship, though”, you spoke, and he rolled his sweet, brown eyes, “Or Frank holding my hand as I bled, or Hazel whipping away my tears as I sobbed in pain”.

You smiled softly at him, as he leaned his head down, forehead resting against yours.

“I guess that was all me”, he said softly, his frown disappearing as he closed his eyes.

“Or so I recall, yeah… You saved me, dummy. I had to get through it so I could spend the rest of my atrocious demi-god life listening to your horrible jokes”.

He cupped the side of your face softly, as he kissed your forehead, then your eyelids, and the bridge of your nose.

“They’re not horrible, please”, he chuckled, bubbly as you loved him, and you rolled your eyes.

Your lips met his, his laugh stopping just for a few seconds, and he pulled you closer, his warm palm resting on your blushed cheek as he hummed against your lips, making your shiver.

“You’ll always be my hero, Leo. None of us would be here without you, good fighter or not. You’re as important as each of the rest, you’re one of the seven... And you matter as much as any of them… You matter the most to me, dear”.

“You’ll always be my número uno, though”.

“Oh, shut up”, you laughed at his corny comment, fingers tangling with his dark curls as he laughed too.

“I love you, mi amor”, he said sweetly, pulling you into a hug, “Thank you for checking on me”.

“Always, repair boy”, you said softly, and as he giggled, he pressed his lips against yours once again.

[kikis-writing-world]

Early Mornings

Summary: Your boyfriend Marcus wakes you up, and he’s clearly got something on his mind.

Pairing: Marcus Moreno x F!Reader *check A/N below

Word Count: 1.8k

Rating/Warnings: SMUT! Basically PWP. Morning sex, P in V sex, protected sex (proud of u bby,) fingering, almost getting caught in the act, a minor is mentioned but not in a sexual way (worried about Missy catching you and Marcus in flagrante delicto.) I push my language kink on the reader sorry not sorry.

A/N: Look, I just wanted to write Marcus Moreno getting some sweet morning lovin’. Is that a crime? *Also I mention that reader doesn’t understand Spanish - sorry to my fluent readers - but also that she’s sleepy and then a little preoccupied, so I think as long as it’s not your first language, it works? I don’t usually indulge my language kink, let me have this one.

The bed was soft under you, a contrast to the muscular chest pressed to your back. You sighed contently, happy to be waking in such a cozy place. The chuckle from the man behind you reverberated through your own chest. You knew he was already awake, his strong hand massaging your hip under the covers had been what woke you in the first place.

“Good morning, carino.” Marcus sang, keeping his tone low in the quiet house. His voice was hoarse with sleep, and slipping that pet name in there… you should have realized quickly what was on his mind.

“Mornin’.” You hummed back. “Time s’it?” You couldn’t be bothered yet to open your own eyes to check.

“Early.” Marcus dismissed as he nuzzled your neck. His nose pressed against your pulse point, breath tickling your sleep-warmed skin. The hand massaging your hip moved to stroke up and down your thigh, playing with the hem of your sleep shorts at each pass. He began muttering praises in Spanish against your skin.

You sighed his name, feeling desire pooling within you at his ministrations. Barely awake, you fell for his charms quickly - not that you wouldn’t have fallen for them regardless. He knew what kinds of things got you in the mood, and he was pulling out all the stops. You were putty in his hands.

His fingers slid past the waistband of your shorts, caressing your bare hip. He pulled you back, your ass grinding into him. You felt his erection, hard and heavy against you.

“Marcus,” you sighed once again. He had you breathless already. “What about Missy?”

He paused his Spanish appeal to calm your worries. “Still asleep. We’ll be quiet.” He promised, lips tickling your ear as he spoke.

You blinked your eyes open. The sun was low, barely risen, but enough to light the room through the open curtains. You looked over towards the door, but your sight was still bleary. “The door locked?”

Marcus hummed noncommittally as he kissed your neck. You whined quietly, although you couldn’t tell if it was due to the man behind you or the answer he gave.

“Can’t you…” You waved your arm in the direction of the door. The rest of the question died on your lips as his hand slid between your legs. You gasped, dropping your hand to grip his forearm as his fingers slid between your wet lips.

Marcus hummed in approval, rolling his hips into you. “Already so wet for me.”

You cursed under your breath, arching into him as he stroked up and down your folds.

“Can I, hermosa? Please, baby.” He asked, finger teasing your opening.

“Please,” you nodded.

Both of you moaned quietly as his long finger dipped inside you. You gripped his arm tighter, rolling your hips as he fingered you. Soon, a second finger joined the first.

“Feel good?” He whispered against your shoulder. You nodded, worried that you’d be too loud if you spoke.

He added light pressure to your clit, his thumb circling the bud gently. You couldn’t stop the whimper from bubbling up in your chest.

“Shh, that’s good.” He praised, his soft, soothing voice making you tremble around him. “Can you stay quiet, carino? If I move these shorts out of my way and slip inside, can you stay quiet for me?”

You nodded frantically, wanting to feel him. “Yes, Marcus.” You promised, voice shaking.

As he slipped his hand away from you, you shimmied your shorts down your hips, kicking them off to be lost under the covers. Marcus busied himself in those moments, grabbing a condom from the bedside table and slipping it on once he’d freed himself from his briefs. He pulled your leg overtop of his hip, spreading you open for him as he ran his cock through your lips. You shuddered, arching backwards into him.

Your breath caught as he pressed into you, his own shaky groan echoing in your ear. He went slow, letting you both get used to the sensations without losing control. Once he was fully sheathed, his arm wrapped around your waist, holding you tightly to his chest.

You reached behind you for him, leaning over your shoulder and pulling him into a kiss. It was a sloppy kiss, the angle not ideal and both of you struggling to stay quiet despite the sensations running through you. It was easy to lose yourself in each other, but you didn’t have the luxury of that this morning.

Tongues still dancing, Marcus began thrusting into you. He kept his pace slow and steady, trying to keep the bed from creaking. The pace was torturous. He dragged against your walls non-stop, in and out steadily, your nerves dancing with every pass. You had to break away from the kiss to focus on breathing and keeping quiet. The break in the kiss gave Marcus a chance to start whispering Spanish nothings in your ear.

You couldn’t make out everything he was saying, your mind too focussed on the pleasure you were feeling. Pet names like hermosa, mi corazón, and mi reina stood out. His voice changed, from a loving melodic tone to a growl and you knew the content changed with it. You didn’t need to know Spanish to know he was now spewing filth, talking dirty to you in a language he knew drove you wild.

You whined his name quietly in response, telling him how good he felt, how deep he was. Your voice shook with the struggle to not moan wantonly.

A soft clicking noise out in the hallway had both of you freezing in place. Marcus stopped moving, both of you stopped talking. The only noise in the room was both of your deep breaths and even that felt too loud as your ears strained to listen.

Missy’s door swung open and closed. You tried to move your leg from where it stretched over Marcus’, but he held it still. 

“Marcus-” You hissed, but he shushed you just as quickly.

“She’ll go downstairs.” He whispered in your ear.

“What if she doesn’t?” You whispered back.

“She will.”

You were so still you could feel the way your walls fluttered around him. You knew he had to be feeling it too. He buried his face into your neck, trying to hide the way his breath stuttered at the involuntary twitching.

You held your breath as her footsteps came to the door of Marcus’ bedroom but they didn’t stop. They continued down the hallway and downstairs. You finally let yourself breathe again as you heard the living room TV turn on.

“Told you.” Marcus’ voice was still low, but not a full whisper. You could hear the grin in his voice although his face was still in your neck.

“Fuck off,” you grinned, laughing softly as the tension left your body. You had to bite your lip to stop from moaning as he thrust into you with one hard stroke before stilling again.

“I’m trying.” He teased before picking up his previous pace.

The threat of being caught was lessened now that Missy was downstairs. Marcus thrust into you harder, not worried if a few springs started squeaking. You gasped and moaned softly, telling him how good it was, how deep you could feel him, how close you were getting.

You slid your hand down to play with your clit, your fingers grazing against Marcus’ cock as he pistoned in and out of you. Feeling your hand, Marcus tossed the blankets off of the two of you so he could watch you play with yourself. He groaned, telling you how sexy it was.

“Are you close, babe?” You panted, watching him over your shoulder. He was biting his lower lip, dark eyes staring down your body.

“Yeah. Almost.” He told you through grit teeth.

“Good.” You stopped rubbing yourself to move his hand under your thin nightshirt to your breast, quickly resuming your motions. He moaned in your ear as he palmed the flesh, pinching at your nipple that had peaked due to the cool air of the bedroom outside the covers.

“You first.” He ordered, clearly holding himself back until you came. You nodded, telling him wordlessly that you were close. He nuzzled your neck, his breath ghosting over your ear as you felt that peak getting closer and closer…

You gasped, squeezing your eyes shut as your vision turned white. Your body trembled in his arms as your walls milked him. He groaned loudly against your skin, following you over the edge. Your hand flew to his, still on your breast, holding him close as the waves of pleasure overtook your body.

You were glad the blanket had already been thrown elsewhere as you came down from your high, body overheated and sticking to Marcus’ with sweat. Still, you didn’t want to let go of him, or have him let go of you, just yet. Marcus seemed to agree, clinging to you as he also caught his breath.

You giggled quietly, disrupting the quiet. Marcus hummed inquisitively.

“Hell of a way to wake up.” You explained the reason for your giggles.

Marcus pulled out of you carefully, rolling onto his back and joining in your giddiness. 

You rolled over, resting your head on his chest to look up at him. His skin was flushed and sweaty, and you were sure you looked much the same. He cupped the back of your head and pulled you into a sweet kiss. You hummed softly into his mouth, enjoying the lazy kiss.

He broke the kiss to dispose of the condom in the trash next to the bed, luckily not having to leave the bed to do so. You turned to check the alarm clock, seeing it was just after 8 in the morning. You could probably get away with a few more minutes in bed, but you had worked up a bit of an appetite already.

“Shower?” You proposed, knowing the two of you couldn’t go downstairs looking or smelling the way you did. You weren’t sure what level of sex talk Marcus had had with Missy yet, but she would definitely be able to figure out something had gone on in this room.

“You say shower, I say round two.” He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.

You laughed, smacking him lightly in the chest. “You, Marcus Moreno, are insatiable.”

“Only for you, carino.” He winked.

You sat up, groaning as you stretched out your muscles. You knew Marcus was watching you as you slipped out of bed.

“Well super powers or not, I think you need to come to terms with something called a refractory period.” You challenged as you stripped off your sleep shirt. The second the words were out of your mouth, you saw his eyes darken as his jaw set. You smirked at him before heading into the ensuite. You heard him jump off the bed to chase after you with a warning growl, and you were very glad Missy was watching loud cartoons.

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[sirowsky]

The Flowers Always Know

Description: When a mad scientist uses you as an experiment while you’re on holiday, the Heroics only just manage to save you. And in your recovery you become very close to the leader of the group.

(Slow burn)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Language, very near miscarriage.

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Comment: I’m sorry that it’s been a little dry lately, I haven’t been in the best groove for writing. But I swear this will be the last chapter centred around the med-section for a good long while. We’re going to war from here on out, people!

To those of you who have stuck with this story all this way - I cannot thank you enough!! I LOVE YOU!!! 

Chapter 33

  “That kid you hurled at the wall? Why would he be working with Prince?”

  “He was completely unbothered with what I’d done to him. I mean, he came out of it fine, but he did die for a moment, you’d think he be a little scared. Young people think of themselves as invincible and I figured he just didn’t get how serious it was. But maybe, he saw me being able to do that as something to aspire to? Maybe the awe I saw in his eyes was ambition. Maybe he wants to be a super, and wants it so much that he doesn’t care if some people get hurt along the way.”

  You were back in Marcus’ office, and he was sitting in one of the sofas while you were pacing, trying to sort out what you’d learned, with an uneasy feeling in your gut.

  “Querida, please stop moving, I’m getting nervous just looking at you.”

  “Then stop looking at me.”

  “Like that’s ever gonna happen.”

  You threw him a smile, but it contorted into a grimace when a sudden and very sharp pain in your lower abdomen forced you to double over.

  “Hermosa! What is it?”

  Marcus was on his feet and next to you in no time at all, catching you from hitting the floor as the pain intensified to the point where your legs gave out and started shaking. Your back was throbbing and your whole pelvis felt like it was being burnt from the inside. It was so intense that you couldn’t breathe normally, only suck in shallow gasps in between volleys of pain. Your stomach turned and you threw your head to the side not to vomit all over Marcus.

  “Talk to me, querida!”

  “Medical… baby…”

  It was all you could push out of your mouth through the gasps and kecks, and the overwhelming pain. It was worse than anything you’d ever felt before.

  You were only partially aware of being scooped up and carried away, but the rocking motion sent fresh arrows laced with acid shooting through you and you screamed in absolute agony.

  At some point you became aware of other hands on your skin, gloved and practised and efficient. And the light in the ceiling changed, to accommodate the need for excellent visibility for the medical staff. You knew that light a little too well, but it also gave you a small sense of comfort, knowing you were in the hands of people that could help you.

  You heard someone say that they needed to sedate you, or they wouldn’t be able to examine you, and you heard Marcus reply something, but he was too far away, and your own screaming was drowning him out. You wanted to reach for him, to hold him close and take comfort in his warmth and mere presence, but your arms were cramped around your abdomen, trying desperately to protect the little life in there.

  Then he was suddenly kissing your cheek, whispering that he’d be there, and that everything would be okay, but that they had to put you to sleep to protect you from the pain. For some reason, that made your powers flare, and a shockwave burst out of you, sending all of them, including Marcus, hurling across the room and into the surrounding walls.

  The staff were unfazed, quickly scrambling to their feet and returning to the task at hand, and only seconds later, you began to feel the heaviness of drug-induced sleep crash over you.

  As the pain lessened, the tears that had relentlessly filled and spilled from your eyes, completely blocking your view, finally calmed and you turned your head towards where you’d last heard Marcus.

  You saw him coming towards you, looking so scared, and you wanted to touch him. But then the drugs overpowered you, and you drooped away into darkness.

  “It’s okay, mi amor. You’re both okay.”

  When you came to, the first thing you were aware of was that Marcus was lying next to you on the bed, cradling you to him. His breathing was calm and even, but he was awake.

  As the drugs wore off more, you became more lucid, and the memories flooded your mind like a tidal-wave.

  Your hands reflexively found your abdomen, and tried in vain to feel if the baby was still there, from the outside.

  His voice and words washed over you and you could finally breathe again. The tears started up again with the relief, and he kissed your forehead and held you tighter while his hand joined both of yours, trying to reassure yourselves that it really was there and really was fine, even though you couldn’t feel it.

  “What happened?”

  He hesitated, and his voice was repeatedly plagued by tremors as he explained.

  “Your pills… Someone messed with them, to try and make you miscarry.”

  “I took two of them…”

  The sentence echoed through your mind over and over, awakening that beast of maternal instinct inside you, forcing the sadness aside to make way for anger, with the realisation that someone within these walls was capable of something so unimaginably cruel.

  But you were also heartbroken at your own failure to realise the risks of trusting anything given to you that had been made inside this building, right now.

  “And if it had been anyone but you, the baby wouldn’t have made it.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You can’t heal yourself, and yet you somehow found a way to turn your ability inwards, to heal the baby, to take back the damage as it was being done by the chemicals. You saved our child, even though it shouldn’t have been possible and even though you were sedated.”

  He sighed and slightly shook his head.

  “I will never be able to express how much I love the bear that lives inside you and makes you the strongest person on this planet.”

  “Well… since I’m never taking another one of those pills again, I guess you’ll get to hear her a lot more in the future.”

  Despite the gravity of the situation, he laughed at that. He needed the positivity more than anything in that moment.

  “Good. I really have missed her.”

  You gave him a minute to just be in that moment of happiness, before bringing him back to all the severity that would accompany the immediate future.

  “Where’s Jack Daven?”

  “They’re looking for him now.”

  “If he had anything to do with this…”

  “I know. I hear you.”

  “I’ve never felt pain like that. It was like it was… shattering my bones and pouring acid into them.”

  “I’ve seen you in pain before, and this was different. The way you screamed… I’ll be able to hear that inside my head for as long as I live.”

  “I’m sorry you had to hear that.”

  “This has gone too far, hermosa. It needs to stop, we can’t keep being in this situation where the fucking med-section is more home to us than anything else.”

  “I know. Hey, did you ever get around to calling that realtor?”

  “Really? That’s what you wanna talk about right now?”

  “I need to talk about something to keep my mind off of how stupid I feel.”

  “Why the hell would you feel stupid?”

  “I should have known not to trust anyone, including the people who make those fucking pills. It never even occurred to me that someone could use them to hurt me. A dozen people have access to them during production, it wouldn’t have been that hard to fiddle with a batch. You were right, I haven’t been careful enough. I’m so sorry.”

  “Oh, mi corazón… None of this is your fault. Don’t you ever think that.”

  You did, and you would, probably for a very long time.

  “Where’s Missy?”

  “With mom. They came to see you earlier, and I explained everything. We agreed that it’s probably best to keep her away from here for now, in case someone decides to try and use her against us. If our enemy’s capable of this, then they’re capable of anything. So, they’re gonna stay away until we’ve solved this. I promised Missy that you’d call as soon as you could, she was really scared for you both.”

  “Yeah, of course. I feel better knowing she’s safe, far away from here.”

  “And, yes, I did call the realtor. He could fit us in on Friday, if we wanted.”

  “That’s good. I feel like we might need to do something normal if we’re gonna be able to keep our heads through all of this.”

  “I know what you mean.”

  “Um, just one thing, though…”

  “Yeah?”

  “What’s today?”

  He cracked a genuine smile with the realisation that some things just never changed.

  “It’s Tuesday, hermosa.”

  “I swear, one of these days, I’m gonna get it right.”

  That made him laugh in earnest, and the sound was the best medication you could have asked for. It made you feel at home, even though you were once again tethered to machines and feeling exhausted.

  “Hi, Mama Bear. Don’t worry, I’m gonna take care of you.”

  Marcus stopped laughing, and a kind of delighted shock spread across his face when your stomach suddenly growled loudly.

  He repositioned himself so that he could kiss it on top of the covers, and then rested his ear against it while he smiled happily.

  But then a really depressing thought occurred to you.

  “Marcus… we can’t eat from the restaurant any more. As much as I think we can trust Greg, other people have access to the kitchen.”

  That did nothing to deter his growing good mood.

  “Screw it – I’ll cook.”

  “All my six-to-eight portions per meal, every day? Honey, you won’t have time to do anything else.”

  At that moment, the twins walked in for their evening rounds.

  “Ah, you’re awake. How are you feeling, sweetheart?”

  “Good, but hungry. Which is a bit of problem, right now.”

  But Marcus was already coming up with a solution.

  “Claire, you have three kids, you’re used to cooking for lots of people, right?”

  He was looking at the twin to the right, and she responded right away.

  “Yeah, sure. Are you thinking you’re gonna boycott the restaurant?”

  “Would you feel up to helping me? I need to be able to help her with other things too.”

  “Of course I would. Anything to prevent something like this shit from happening again. Also, cooking on the clock is so much more fun.”

  “Thank you so much. Our list of trusted individuals is extremely short at the moment.”

  Hold the god damned phone!

  “Marcus, how the hell do you do that?!”

  “Hermosa?”

  “How the fuck did you know that that’s Claire?! It’s driving me insane!”

  He chuckled and held up his hands.

  “Electromagnetism, remember. All humans have their own unique electric signature.”

  “Wha… So, you really have been able to tell them apart this whole time?”

  “Yes.”

  “Well, that’s just unfair!”

  All three of them just laughed at you before Claire turned to Amanda.

  “Looks like she’s okay, so why don’t we get started on that cooking?”

  “We? He asked you.”

  “And I’m roping you in. Come on. Starving mother over there.”

  “Right.”

  They left and Marcus used his powers to dim the lights, so that he didn’t have to get out of bed. But he stayed fully dressed and on top of the covers, which suddenly really irritated you.

  “Am I on some sort of ‘no touch’ rule with you that I don’t know about?”

  “Huh?”

  You just gestured to his state of dress with your eyebrows raised.

  “Oh. No, not at all.”

  You pushed your eyebrows even further up.

  “You’re not! I’m just… worried.”

  “I’m not asking for sex, Marcus, that would be seriously unwise after almost miscarrying. I’m just asking to be allowed to be close to you again. You’ve kept me at arms-length ever since the incident at the house, and it’s making me feel like I’ve done something terrible to create some sort of precipice between us that you won’t let me…”

  He cut you off by kissing you, warmly, but not heatedly.

  “You’ve done nothing wrong, mi amor. I’m just scared. Scared of draining you, scared of losing you, scared of how badly I need you, every part of you, to the point where I don’t function without you. But there’s no precipice. You’re always allowed to be close to me, if you reach for me, I’ll always welcome you.”

  “Then consider this me reaching for you: Get your ass under these covers and hold me properly.”

  “Don’t worry, mama, it’s coming. Just rest for now.”

  He stepped out of bed and took off all his clothes, except his underwear, before returning to you. You turned on your side, careful to keep the wires that were attached to you from getting tangled or coming lose, and he wrapped his arms around you and tugged you snugly into him. Since the gown was open at the back, you could feel his skin against yours, and it calmed every nerve inside your body better than anything else ever could.

  A tiny current spread along your skin, and he hummed into your neck as the same kind of serenity coursed through him as well.

  Your stomach made an unhappy noise, and his hand came to rub gently at it while he whispered in your ear.

  “Marcus.”

  You’d forgotten to call Missy, but the twins would be back before midnight with food, and you’d have to get up and eat, so you decided to call her then. Right now, you were too tired, and feeling entirely too good, to move a single muscle.

  But, just as sleep was beginning to pull you down, a thought popped into your head, and you couldn’t understand how it hadn’t occurred to you before.

  “Mmm.”

  “What if it’s a whole network?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “I mean… The more I think about what Prince said, the more I fear that this is so much worse than just a few people within HQ. He made it sound like there was a network, an organisation to this madness. ‘I don’t think you realise just how many people in this world are interested in levelling the playing-field.’ That’s what he said. Someone got him out of prison without raising any alarms, got him his equipment and my files and… I’m beginning to think that he was working with the Inventor all along. That your capture, and the way those cages were designed to effectively steal your powers, were too similar to Prince’s work. There are too many coincidences, there has to be some connection. And we can’t fight something like that. Especially when we don’t know who might be sympathisers.”

  “Fuck. This is making so much more sense than I’d like to admit.”

  “What are we gonna do?”

  He was quiet for a minute, subconsciously holding you tighter, while his mind worked the problem.

  “If we’re facing an organisation, the only hope we have, is to build one of our own. To equal the strength and cunning we’re facing.”

  “But how do we do that when we don’t know who to trust?”

  “We reveal the ace up our sleeve.”

  “I didn’t know we had one…”

  “We do. It’s just… kinda far up that sleeve.”

  “What is it?”

  “Verity.”

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First Lines of Last 20....

Guidelines: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20,  just list them all.) Choose your favorite opening line, tag some friends!

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(And just as always, I deviate from the mold and I give you more than just the first lines and/or my favorite lines 😈)

1. You don't know you are beautiful

Jack was so pissed. He was thrumming with nervous energy and was itching for a fight. Especially with that good for nothing, piece of shit, pretentious and pompous guy they were sent to retrieve because he had valuable intel the Phoenix stumbled upon by chance.

2. Catch you when you fall

Scott was always ready to push himself further, just that one step towards the tipping point. He thought if he went harder, and longer, that it will yield better results, but it wasn't always the case. That frustrated him even more and then he was angry at himself for doing that to himself and his friends. And to his dad. His dad who bent himself forwards and backwards to make sure Scott had everything he needed and more.

3. Coming home to you

You know that feeling when you want something so bad, but you have to wait for it? Yeah, Mac was feeling like that now. He was this close to losing it after the op ended. He couldn't wait to get back to Jack. Well, get back to Jack and get laid in the process.

4. "There's still time to change the road you're on"

Jack was in Texas for the birthday of his nephew and it just happened that his nephew was best friends with the kid of one of Jack's old flames. Well, more like a summer relationship, but seventeen year old Jack thought she was it. They had a thing that was actually cute and sweet. He took her out on dates at the local pizza place, and she took him to community events.

5. 98.Separated

Alina Chernyshevsky was a Russian scientist working at a lab in LA, on a scholarship who was kidnapped by a rogue crime group almost a week ago. The Phoenix was tasked with recovering her and capturing any of the members of the group they could find. It turned out that the son of a banker, the daughter of a businessman and the brother and sister, the kids of one of the most powerful Romanian crime groups had one thing in common. They wanted to get out from under the shadow that their parents put them in. So they formed their own union, and thanks to the ties Andrei Bogdan, their leader, had from his father's world, they quickly made their way up in the underground dark world. Climbing up the ladders, they did the odd jobs here and there, hits on important people for hire, and it was based on their combined knowledge of the finances, the system and the law, that they stayed undetected and under the radar for so long. Until Alina discovered some sample or another in the lab that was brought for testing and she made herself a target and was kidnapped in broad daylight.

6. Dye Hard

It wasn't like it was something he was dying to try. He was just looking at pictures of people with wonderfully done hair. Which happened to also be dyed in all the colors of the rainbow and more. It was just research. For an experiment. He was sure he was going to be told off again for experimenting so he kept it just to himself.

7. Sweet child o' mine

Riley woke up to the persistent ringing of her phone. She was having a very nice dream, drinking mai-tai's, at the Hilton Hawaiian Village, and now she was brought back to reality by the shrill tone of her phone.

8. Mac and Jack + softness

They had experienced bad missions before. It wasn't that uncommon, since almost every mission they worked on turned bad real fast. But there were some missions that took bad to the next level.

9. Jack + migraine + birthday

Mac was shivering even with the blanket wrapped around him. They were on their exfil flight, and the heat was on for his sake, but Mac's worry wasn't for himself, but for Jack. Jack, who was squinting at the bright sky and had his head tilted in an awkward angle because apparently he was hurting. And Mac had a pretty good idea what was the cause.

10. 9.Helpless

The drive back to Mac's place was a blur. Jack focused on the road and tried not to think of what they were told or the treatment that might have reversed all of their hard work on making Mac's hands heal and be okay.

11. 72.Painless

When Mac first noticed the car that was tailing him, he was several blocks away from Jack's place. They were supposed to have a movie night with the team, Jack already texted him to tell Mac that Riley was there with him.

12. 26.Flinch

Mac jerked away from the hand that was shaking his shoulder and immediately backed up to the corner of the bed. Someone was talking in a low voice, but Mac was still a bit disoriented and couldn't place the voice. Or the words.

13. 12.Confusion & 26. flinch

When Mac woke up, he could tell that something was different. There wasn't a creepy stare to watch over him, nor the blinking dot on the camera in the corner.

14. 5.Bruised

Jack let his kid take his fill by looking him up and down. Jack knew that he looked a little bit worse for wear, but that was normal in their line of work. This time however, it was from something else. And judging by the way Mac was eyeing him, he didn't manage to hide it well.

15. 56. Begging

Mac wanted to scream. It was hurting him to just breathe, but the pain was unbearable. He didn't know if the lash that caught his side, or the one that split the skin above the small of his back, hurt more.

16. Jack Sr. + Wrist Cuff

It takes all his willpower not to go back to the room he just vacated. He promised Riley and Mac that he'll take a break. It was nonnegotiable. Mac went so far as to tell him to go and take a good sleep. That Mac wasn't going to vanish again. He promised.

17. Fire Pit + Nightmares

Mac didn't know what woke him up. He's sure it was something and not a sound he made up in his dream. Mac turned around in bed and for a moment he was a bit disoriented. He blinked a few times and then looked at the digital watch on his nightstand. It was a little after 2am.

18. "Whenever your world starts crashing down, that's when you'll find me"

"Hours later (Jack's not sure about the time, he left his watch at home) the party is dying down. He is watching the night lights twinkling in the distance, mixed with lights from building windows, and homes and offices. LA is alive as always, traffic present even in this late hour. Everyone knows that NYC is the city that never sleeps, but Jack wants to argue how LA doesn't fall far behind the Big Apple. Especially since Jack has watched this city in all the times of day and night and can attest to that."

19. Si te doy mi corazón, lo tratarás con ternura

1. Tickling

Mac was studying for an exam and Jack was bored. It was one of those days. Really, there was a lot to be done in the house, and Jack barely had a time for himself and Mac these days, but on a rare night where he had absolutely nothing of importance to do… and Jack was bored. 

20. The Center of Their World

Mac was writhing in Jack's lap, and Jack moaned at the drag of Mac's cock against his hip as Jack had Mac's ass spread and a finger inside him already.  He instinctively backed up against the headboard of their ridiculously big bed, and threw his head out because the contact between him and Mac was explosive in the least.

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Dead Man. [Barry Berkman]

Masterlist

15 Days of Hader

Day 4

Prompt: Fuches messes with the wrong guy one more time.

Pairing: Barry Berkman x OFC

Warning: Angst, graphic depiction of violence, swearing, character death.

A/N: Day four of 15 Days Of Hader!

This could’ve work with Sally instead of an OFC but I wasn’t sure.

Also I did this in one day so, again, I apologize for any mistakes.

Also, also, NoHo Hank and cristobal are totally canon you can’t change my mind. I mean, the hug, Cristobal calling him mi corazón, the I love you... I can’t.

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— Things are simple, Barry. We do the deal with the Chechens, you do your thing for them whenever they tell you to, we split the money and the pretty girl doesn't get hurt.

— Fuck you, Fuches. — Barry growled between gritted teeth, holding his phone steady to his ear.

— Oh, I think you're gonna want to change that answer, buddy — he chimes, amused by his own fucked up game — See, the girl is with me right now, — his breathing stopped and his stomach clenched — and I have some knife freak Chechen guy here and I'm sure he would love to cut her pretty face. — all that Barry could feel was his heart pounding against his chest and rage. The entire world was gone it was only him and the shaky breaths Hayley let out into the microphone.

— Barry? — she let out, her voice shaking with fear.

— Hayley. — he breathed out in fear — Hayley, I'm here.

— Barry, w-what's going on?

He felt his chest twist in itself, feeling sick to his stomach — I'm sorry I got you mixed up in all of this, Harp. It's gonna be alright. It'll be over soon, I'm gonna keep you safe, okay? You'll be alright.

He was hoping to hear her reply bit he couldn't, Fuches grabbed the phone back having heard everything he said — You know, you shouldn't make promises that you can't keep.

— You're a fucking dead man, Fuches. I'm gonna fucking kill you, you hear me? — Barry voice was dark, more than just dark, it was rough, threatening, almost diabolical as if the only thing composing him was anger. And, at that moment, it almost was.

Fuches laughed at him — You already said that a few months ago, buddy, and I'm still alive. So, don't make promises. — he laughed — NoHo Hank will send you the details. Then we'll consider letting the girl go. — after that the line went silent, so did Barry's mind.

His phone ringed a few times and he looked at the message, seeing Hank's name above the new message. NoHo liked Barry so the first message said

"I'm sorry. The kidnapping was Fuches idea, I was totally against it."

Followed by

"Hayley is very nice. I'm trying to keep her comfortable but the fucking knife guy won't go away. He wants to look at her face so he will know how to cut it. Whatever the fuck that means"

And

"So, the target would be Nicola Jefferson. In 78 Evanson Street. We already sent the bullet, so no worries."

With two pictures of the guy. But Barry paid no mind to it and replied

"Tell me where Fuches is."

After a few seconds Hank replied

"You know I can't do that"

"Tell me or I'll find out myself and more people will die"

A few minutes passed with NoHo's side of the screen was occupied by three dots, in that time Barry went to his bedroom and removed the mattress to reveal his guns.

"I'm sorry. Just do the hit, Barry."

He wasn't gonna push Hank, he was his only ally at that moment — Fuck. — he said as he grabbed a few guns, one for the guy, one for Fuches, one more just in case. He didn't even think while he went to the direction he was given and looks for the guy. He kicked the door down, fueled by rage and fear, and went to the kitchen were the guy was. He heard the screaming and the begging but he didn't bulge. His hand went up, shooting twice, both hitting in his forehead.

He put the gun down and grabbed his phone, dialing Hank — It's done.

— Well that was fast! — chimed Hank's voice as

— Tell me where they are. — he demanded, his voice cold and empty.

— Barry. — he said, somewhat playfully followed by the sound of footsteps and a door — Alright we're on the Colombians' old storage. — he said almost whispering — But you need to take me too. Everybody is being rude with me and Cristobal for, like, no reason. And also this is super creepy and I can see Hayley is really uncomfortable. — he added that name into his list as his blood boiled in his veins.

— Stay beside her. Keep her safe. — he said before hanging up the phone. He got in his car and went the opposite way than the police sirens were coming from. He ran red lights and went at all times way over the speed limit. However, when he got to the hideout he stopped about a block away and entered by foot, shooting at least five Chechens before a sixth one sounded the alarm, that meaning he saw Barry an ran for his life screaming.

Barry shot him too, first on the leg to throw him down and then, once he had caught up to him, on the head. He shot the few people on the couch that were watching a show in Spanish -but noted they weren't Colombians- who hadn't reacted fast enough to grab the guns on the table, he grabbed a few since the one in his hand had no bullets left.

He put a bullet in the chamber, turned around and shot the three guys coming from his left, two of them on the head, one on the gut, and then the left arm. He saw no one else was coming and went to the one that he left alive, anger and fear controlling his body as he leaned on top of the guy and pressed on the wound in his arm with the tip of the handgun — Where the fuck is Fuches?! — he screamed as the guy cried in pain. He wasn't thinking of what he was doing but on the back of his mind he knew he would be remorseful of what he was doing, all of it.

— I don't know! — the guy cried, shaking his head with his eyes closed, immeasurable pain running from his gut and arm.

— Hayley! Where is she?! — he grabbed his face, strong, crushing grip on his jaw — Look at me! — the guy did as he was told and opened his eyes, fear glimmering alongside the tears but Barry seemed to be unable to care about it as his look stayed angry and cold — Where is she? — he wasn't screaming but he might as well had, the fear it generated on anyone who heard it was beyond anything else could give. His words were like a promise of pain and death.

— I don't know. — he wished he did, specially when Barry stood up and pointed the gun at him — No, no, please wai-! — the bullet stopped him from begging, and Barry continued walking, remembering the maps he had seen about a year and a half when he had to do the raid. He decided to go where TAYLOR? had found the money.

As he walked he kept crossing paths with more Chechens going after him, killing them without hesitation, one after the other, counting the bullets and not the bodies on the floor.

He saw four tall, armed guys and at the end of the corridor and NoHo's boss, where he had to make a turn, so he grabbed his second gun from the back of his pants and charged towards them shooting two from half way and the other two after, leaving the boss to shake in his spot as he looked for a way out, but he didn't found one, alive.

He recharged the clip on the door before shooting the lock and opening it with a kick and immediately following it with four shots, Chechen guy, Chechen guy, Fuches leg, Chechen guy, Cristobal — No! Barry, wait! — NoHo Hank stopped him, posing himself in front of the Colombian, grabbing his hand — He's with us. — Barry lowered the gun, trying to understand what was next.

— You bald fuck! You sold us out! — Fuches cried out anger and pain on his voice and Barry remembered why he had shot him in the leg and not the head. He walked towards the body of the person he used to see as some sort of father figure and stepped on the injured leg. He was enraged, his mind unhinged, even if he seemed calmer than before, his body was almost shaking with fury and his head was filled with only one thought, make him suffer, as he pointed the gun at Fuches shoulder — This is for trying to turn Mr Couseneou against me. — Barry shot his shoulder, hearing him scream in pain, and waited until he was able to talk.

— Barry, you don't have to do this. I can go- I- please, buddy, I- — he started to beg but Barry kept his expression unfazed as if most emotions inside of him were blocked. He pointed the gun at his other arm.

— This is for kidnapping my girlfriend — another shot and and another cry of pain.

— Buddy, you don't have to do this. Please, don't- — Barry looked at him in the eye and Fuches stopped, knowing there was no use to keep talking, he was done, he was fucked — Barry.

— This is for turning me into this.

In the deafening silence that the bullet and screaming left behind all that was heard was a whimper. Barry turned to it, seeing the terrified look on Hayley's face but not registering it was because of him and his blood stained face.

— Hayley. — he mumbled under his breath, moving softly towards her but she crawled back into the wall. She feared him. She had seen him in his worst and she had learn to fear the man she thought would never hurt her. And he hadn't, not intentionally at least.

He saw the look on her face and felt his heart sink, and just like that he felt every emotion that was blocked before, the anger being washed away with shame, fear and pain, seeing on her eyes all the things he had done, seeing the monster she now was able to see.

— Hayley. — he said moving his hand forward and he could've sworn he saw her flinch.

— Guys! — called Hank, looking at the door — They're coming!

Barry looked at him and then back at Hayley — Love, please, I'm won't hurt you. — she looked at him hesitant. It was Barry again, it was his sweet and soft voice, but she couldn't help but remembering the way he sounded when he killed that guy. She looked at his eyes and saw the same face that she saw waking up every morning but it was stained with blood — Please, just let me get you out of here. — he begged, offering his hand for her to take it. She did but let go of it the second she was standing. Barry looked at her, a few bruises on her arms and her left cheek red.

He swallowed his questions and his concern. He would take her to a safe place and then he would talk everything out with her, if she'd let him. They left the room and immediately ran into the body of Barry's previous victims.

— Damn, you killed him! — said Hank with a smile on his face when they ran into the bodies at the end of the hall.

— Yeah. — Hayley felt sick, Barry had done that, his boyfriend killed those guys, and the ones in the room, and, according to what Hank and Fuches talked in front of her, he had killed many more, for God knows how long.

They turned on the corner and they stopped, following Barry's lead — Wait, doesn't that mean that you're the next in line to, uh, manage all of this?

— Oh, no, no, no. — he laughed — They know I'm soft. — he smiled, sweetly, and looked at Hayley who only gave him a confused and panicked look — Yeah, we're screwed.

— And your guys? — Barry asked Cristobal.

— The ones that you didn't kill the other time ran away. — Hayley gave Barry a worried and confused look as she mouthed to herself "The other time?" Barry just avoided her gaze.

— Great, so we're alone out here. — he mumbled, looking around the corner to see if someone was coming.

— Yeah, but we have you. — Hank chimed making everyone look at him with a puzzled look making him explain — You know, with all that John Wick shit you do.

— I don't want to do that.

— Why not? You did it to get in. — he laughed shortly, looking at the other members of the party, as if to check if he was saying something crazy — I mean, look at that motherfucker, — he pointed in the distance to a guy with his brains blown out on the floor. Everyone looked while Barry closed his eyes to find for some sort of hiding place as he heard Hayley murmur "Oh my God" — you did that. — he laughed, which only made Berkman angrier.

— Shut the fuck up. — he mumbled, watching his tone around Hayley but still sounding harsh.

— What? You did. — he said, amused until he saw the threatening look Barry was giving him, his smile faded — I'll shut up.

Barry nodded and thought of a way to get out — I'll go ahead, you follow loosely behind and move when I tell you to. — he grabbed the gun he still had on the back of his belt and gave it to Hank who pinched it between his index and thumb like of it was a dirty tissue — You see someone, shoot, don't hesitate.

Cristobal grabbed the gun from Hank's hand — I got it, corazón. — he said softly before grabbing it right, checking the clip and putting a bullet in the chamber.

— Alright, let's go. — they moved fast through the building, barely escaping in time.

They all ride on Barry's car, the first ten minutes were spent with Cristobal checking if Hank was ok and kissing him while Hayley and Barry stayed in silence, both in their own state of panic.

— Barry, my friend, would you take us to the airport? — asked Cristobal, leaving a hand in Barry's shoulder and getting him out of his trance.

— Yeah, uh, sure. — he nodded and thought of the route as Cristobal released the grip on his shoulder — Where are you guys going?

— Who knows! — exclaimed NoHo, grabbing Cristobal's hands as they looked for a second into the other's eyes — We'll just get away from all of this and start fresh. — he said, like if it was something they had already discussed because they did, they had once discussed it as an impossible dream that it was coming truth.

— Anything for you, mi amor. — he whispered and Hank was left in a sight that made Barry look at Hayley, like if he was saying "I'd do the same for you" but she wasn't looking at him, she was looking straight ahead, arms around herself, silent. Hayley was never silent. And Barry felt guilty. He had made her feel whatever she was feeling - and it was obviously not good.

He drove them to the airport, which was basically empty — Do you guys have money? — asked Barry, suddenly concerned by their future well being.

Hank laid his arms on Barry's rolled down window and nodded. We transferred a shit-ton of money to Cristobal's account, it'll be enough. — he smiled and looked at Hayley, who was still trying to understand everything she saw, and then looked back at his friend — Are you gonna be ok Bary? — Barry gave him a tight smile, not really knowing what to answer, Hank returned it and taped twice on the door before stretching his hand to a middle point between them — The debt has been paid. — Barry took his hand and shook it shortly, telling him the debt was paid on his side too before driving off, leaving them behind to go wherever they wanted to.

Hayley didn't asked him to but he started driving to her apartment. When they got there he stopped the car and left his hands on his legs waiting for her to talk, but she didn't — Are you ok?

It took her a moment to register the words but then, when she understood what he was asking, she scoffed — Am I ok? — she laughed bitterly again, still not looking at him — Am I fucking ok? Well, I don't know, Barry, you tell me! I was kidnapped, threaten to dead all because you're a, what? A fucking hit-man? — she was doing all sorts of tense hand movements that she ceased to at that very moment, realizing — I guess you fucking are. — she finally looked at him, wide eyed — You killed all of those people. — she mumbled with realization and astonishment than was suddenly pushed aside with anger and some sort of despair — I saw you fucking torture and kill a guy! — she looked straight ahead, and shook her head, tears finally letting loose, but she wasn't sobbing, she wasn't really crying, it was just her tears falling down her cheeks. She stayed in silence for a second collecting her thoughts — Who the hell are you? — she asked, but Barry knew not to answer. She pursed her lips and faced him, a dull look on her eyes — I don't fucking know you. — Barry was about to talk, he moved a little towards her but she backed off, pressing herself to the door — Don't. You don't get to talk, you don't touch me. — she saw him backing away, and settle into his seat. She was about to leave and tell him to never speak to her again and threatening him so he would leave the class, but something dawned on her, something he had said when he killed that guy and the idea of Gene — You killed Janice. — she whispered, almost as an afterthought but knew she was right when he flinched and closed his eyes like he always did when he was overwhelmed — Holy fuck. — she panicked, all those times they talked about it, all those days looking for her, all the time she spent with him suddenly weighing down on her like rocks tied to her feet as she was sinking in a lake — I- I can't. — she said, opening the car door with shaky hands.

— Hayley, wait. — he said, getting out of the car and following her but she stopped him before he was less than three feet from her.

— No. Stop it! — she said, turning around to see him. He seemed defenseless, it made Hayley wonder how he could do that, how could he look so defenseless and vulnerable when he still had someone's blood on his face? How could he seem like she was about to rip his heart out when an hour before he seemed to note have one? — I don't ever want to see you again. And if you talk to me or anyone from class I will call the police and tell Gene what you did. — he backed away and nodded looking hesitantly at her.

She nodded and walked away, thinking back on all of the things that had happened that day, she still hadn't wrapped her mind around any of it.

Barry saw he walk away, feeling his heart sink with every step she took.

[watchoutforthefanfics]

Your Heart Thine Destined To Be // Part Two

Previous Parts: I, II

Tags: @enragedbees @dante1138 @arc-gx @logan-sanders-enthusiast  @nic-is-here

TW: light swearing, and light dirty jokes (Remus).

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Hours were quick to pass as he stayed tucked up in his room, he'd found himself falling into so many different projects that'd he'd almost drowned in the creative input.

It started off with a painting, and then a story, and then a song, and then a bird was singing to him, and then he was singing a song back because that was the right thing to do-

It all ended up exactly where it started, staring out his window with thoughts clogging his brain and the wind scattering across his face at just the right times to wake him up from the daydream.

The sky was still blue, but it was sunny now, and it was perched to rain down sunshine on the roofs that needed it.

He found his mind getting lost into it once more, the birds chirping harmoniously to lure him into the dreams of the day. Like the rush of a waterfall, and skipping through a meadow with arms full of-

"SHIT!"

Roman jumped, holding onto his windowsill as much as physically possible, just to ensure he didn't jump out of the window.

"What even was tha-" Roman looked just across the way, to a separate window that was on Remus's wall, and... he was hanging out of the WINDOW.

Roman's eyes widened, "REMUS! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"

Remus squinted, in his direction, holding tightly to the bedsheets that hung out of his window, "Roman? Oh, what a coincidence seeing you here, brother!"

Roman's heart was racing, as Remus seemed to casually adjust his whole body on the frail tangle of bedsheets, "You, YOU ARE IDIOTIC. What... What's it even for?"

Remus shrugged, making his whole body move slightly along the sheets and Roman gripped his windowsill even tighter, "I've got to go get some di-"

"NO!" Roman screamed, "I'm not listening! You're not even going to reach the ground, yOU- Look... How long is that?"

"That's-" Remus grinned devilishly, "-what she said!"

Roman glared at him, "Seriously? Are you just-"

"CAN'T HEAR YOU-" Remus screamed, sliding on down the sheets, with a speed, he was sure that he'd be hurt by the end of the journey.

Roman paused, hesitating to yell anymore as he saw his brother disappear down the side of tower. Should he tell someone?

He pursed his lips, pondering the idea of saying anything after... the 3 hours he had left. Groaning, he spun and threw himself onto the bed with a 'hmph'.

He'd practically done everything in his mind to erase boredom, well... Except for study.

Roman sighed, making no movement to even move, as his mind buzzed with what he should be doing. Fencing practice, speech class homework, that essay he'd needed on why townspeople were such an important part of a monarchy...

His workload had been multiplied, after the speculation of the his father stepping down. Although his father wasn't, the idea had made many citizens question if the adventurous Prince Roman was even ready for the crown.

The ruckus had stirred something in himself as well, something he hadn't even talked to his parents yet. Well, not in depth, his parents knew his struggles with wanting to explore, but they didn't... really know how bad it was beginning to affect him.

Roman squeezed his eyes shut, and tried to flush the thoughts down the drain. Thinking about it, just made it so much worse. So, he closed his eyes and willed it to flee, like the birds at the dawn of win-

"Roman?" a gentle voice drifted through the wood of his door, and a tentative knock signalled to open it.

Roman exhaled through his nose, pulling himself up and brushing out the mess of his hair, "Yes, mother?"

The door was opened, revealing his already dressed mother; he admired her selection of color, and goodness, her crown was a separate deal, truly.

It twinkled in the right light, and Roman had wished desperately for one as bright as hers. It was eventually worked out, (his crown was a beautiful gold, with twinkling red gems scattered around it's base).

"Hello, honey-" his mother dusted off his dresser, and straightened his sheets, "-I wanted to talk to you about breakfast, if you didn't mind."

"Oh, Mama," Roman spun on his heel, gently holding his mother's hands, "-I'm incredibly sorry for my behavior, I know it wasn't very kind to you, or Patt for that matter."

"I appreciate that, Roman," his mother smiled, but continued, "-however, that's... that's not why I'm up here."

"Oh?" Roman raised a brow, trying to track what all he'd done today that could've raised suspicion.

"As you know," she began, letting go of his hands, and waltzing to a separate section of his room, "-the press is running with the thought of your father stepping down from the crown. You also know you're next to the crown in that reign-"

"Has there been a change or something, mother?"

"No, no-" her hand raised, swiping his questions away, "-it's just. Call it mother's intuition, but part of me believes that you're having second thoughts, mi principito. And I know your father can be very... hardheaded about your practices, so... I wished to speak with you alone, is that alright?"

"I," Roman faltered, his mind not really wanting to admit any truth to her words, "-I suppose so, Mama."

"Okay," his mother sat on the edge of his bed, her slim hands tapping the spot just beside her, "-let's sit, no?"

Roman nodded, taking his place beside her, "Where do we begin?"

His mother tilted her head, her eyes flickering, "Just start with answering my question, and then... I have news for you, after."

"Oh, I see-" Roman hummed, "-well. It's tough to say, but... I've been having a difficult time, yes. I, um, don't feel quite... worthy? Yes, worthy for the duty. I'm so sporadic and adventurous, I'm... I'm meant to be a Prince, mother, not... not a King."

His mother nodded, in the silence of the room, other than the quiet hum of birds just outside the window. He cringed at the absence, and the delivery really, so he added just a smidge more.

"Not... not yet, at least."

"I understand, Roman," his mother paused, and held his cheek -wiping away tears that he hadn't know had fallen-, "-you are a wonderful prince, and will be a wonderful King one day. If you're not ready, I've... we've got a solution. Just to ensure the readiness of the kingdom, because I'm sure you understand, this isn't just your own personal issue... One day, the kingdom will be affected by this just as much as you. Would you like to hear it?"

"I-"

"Roman," his mother sighed, disappointed, "-if you can't... rule. We have to take the steps that are best for the kingdom... no matter what."

"I understand," Roman exhaled, his breathing steadier, "-what's the solution? I can hear it."

"Are you-" his mother paused, "-are you sure?"

"Of course," Roman smiled at her, "-I'm a big boy, mother."

She smiled, lightly -as if something else was bothering her-, and looked to the window. Almost as a way of... avoiding the conversation.

His mother began, her voice tired and desperate, "There's a prince, a few kingdoms over, Cerebro I believe. The majesties there were practically desperate to send him over... He's very smart, and truly ready for the part, just based on his academics alone. We think-"

Roman stood, tearing his hands out of his mother's, "What is this about?"

"Honey-" his mother spoke, trying to steady her voice, "-if you're not ready, we need to make sure-"

"So-" Roman laughed, holding back his tears from his burning eyes, "-you're just going to marry me off? You don't think I deserve to find love?"

"Of course, you do!" his mother threw up her hands, "-it's just... complicated, Roman. You're a prince, you have to think of the people too. Sometimes... you have to sacrifice things, and I wish you didn't have to, sweetie. But, we tried the other wa-"

"The other way, I know," Roman muttered, throwing his hands into his hair, "-I... I thought I could do it. I thought you guys believed in me, but... apparently, you don't."

"We do, Roman-" the queen took his hands gently out of his hair, with a soothing hum, "-we're your parents, we'd never put you low in our minds. But, the only thing that overrides that is the person who knows you best doing that... and you do, Roman. You don't think you can do it."

Roman paused, tears aching to come out but he held them in, as silence swallowed his words. He could feel his heart crush in the air, it was restricted, it's air wasn't clean and it had no space in his chest.

"If you... If you don't think you can do it, mi principito, whose to say you even can?"

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"Logan?" the low voice squeaked through the library, moving through the empty aisles and navigating to brush his ear.

He adjusted his glasses, to see the figure clearer in the dim light of the candle, his father. He stood with authority, and pride echoed through the silence, just a breath.

"You need to get ready," his father spoke, clear and no need of travel, "-you've been requested."

Logan shifted, placing his bookmark where he left off, "I see."

The King spoke, hardly looking at his son, "It's a prince... in the Kingdom of Corazón. They were kind enough to offer a prince. They'll have you over, and you'll be evaluated on whether or not you are an acceptable match. If not, you return."

Logan blinked, speaking quietly, "I understand, father."

"This is your chance, my son, don't... don't ruin it. Our kingdom is resting on your shoulders, Logan. You're all we've got left."

His eyes slipping to the window, where his kingdom laid -desolate and overgrown. His Kingdom was in disaster, low food, workforce, citizens, and faith in the monarchy. This was all they had left.

He straightened his back, closing the book with a confident thud, "When do I leave?"

[artificialqueens]

Mistakes (Branjie) - Saiphl

AN: Hello everyone, here I come with a new work, this time a Branjie, I hope you enjoy it.

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MISTAKES

Longing, sadness, a broken heart and a brand new bottle of Bocoy that a fan gave her on the Meet & Greet. That’s what Alexis would’ve called a recipe for disaster. Alexis, his friend, mentor and drag mother. The first to embrace the idea of seeing him so happy. The first to welcome that tall blonde stranger that put the most beautiful and silly smile on his face. The first to hug him while he cried himself to sleep when he had the most stupid idea of his life -a break… a fucking break. Alexis was also the first to tell him to not make a decision he could regret, and as he always did, he didn’t listen.

Jose was done thinking, avoiding and keeping all the answers cryptic about him and Brock.  nor about Vanessa and Brooke, and the fling they allegedly had during the filming of the season. Every single person was thirsty to know if they were together. If it had been for the show or if it had gone further away from the werkroom walls.

Vanessa would always laugh and show a chill facade that Jose struggled to keep across the time. Vanessa would smile and share a couple of flirtatious tweets with Brooke. Fun fact Jose hasn’t spoke to Brock in what felt like an eternity. Vanessa would always be gracefully tipsy at the parties. Jose would end the night wondering when he got the bottle and how in the world he had downed it so fast.

The dangerous part of getting caught in your own trap is that you can’t blame anyone but you if anything goes wrong. From the cast ruveal, to being host of viewing parties, he was regretting not only the so called break. He was missing Brock, and regretting to feel lonely and most of all, with a strong need to get himself numb. Before the aching of his heart would lead him to something more than him sprawled on a hotel room bed.

Another night of swollen eyes, tear tracks on his face and music that reminded him of Brock playing on his laptop. A single companion on hand to drown the memories and the pain. Life was wonderful… NOT. So, this was his life now, sitting crossed-legged on a balcony in his hotel room somewhere in California. He had never been a smoker, but since the airing of the season he picked up the habit. The smell of tobacco made him feel less lonely. It also tricked his mind by having the smell around that he associated the most with him.

By the time he slurred a song by Kaleth Morales for the sixth time, half of the Bocoy bottle was gone.  Jose felt like he didn’t have any tears left to cry, and the so craved numbness wasn’t coming at all, making him emotional. What he hated the most about all this mess, wasn’t even the fact of not having a boyfriend. Was the fact that no matter what, the stoic calm and discipline that Brock brought to his life wasn’t there anymore. His anxious self was taking over the place and making a party out of the self pity festival.

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Brock had just arrived to the hotel after a last minute call to help Detox with a cancellation. He was tired, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally and most of all, unable to keep himself from overthinking. He never thought that Drag Race would be such a roller coaster, and from all the things he could expect from the experience, he never expected to find Jose crossing his path.

To be fair, being conscious of the existence of that cute boy was a refreshing pit stop that reminded him of his own humanity.  Still, he never expected that something that started with a couple of stares and a light flirting could turn into the burning passion he felt for him. Brock was mad at the situation, meaning that he was hurt enough to not even try to talk Jose out of the cryptic interactions on social media, and he found himself hovering over his number to call him, only to scold himself for being stubborn.

Busying his hands unpacking, he left the telephone on the night table, forcing himself to concentrate on the task to get his drag ready to be used the following day. When he finally didn’t have anything else to keep himself occupied, he just grabbed his hotel key card, wallet, phone and smokes and went for a night walk. He’d been trying to quit smoking, but ever since the season started airing, he had been smoking more, and the feeling of uneasiness wasn’t helping his case at all.

He started walking, dragging a cigarette to light it, his mind running wildly now that his hands didn’t have so much to do. First drag, fast, deep, messy, rough enough to make him cough a little and making him laugh for the rookie mistake. Second drag, the smoke cloud around him still dissipating and his lungs complaining about the effort; he’s tired. Third drag, he taps the ashes away from the cig and realizes his phone is vibrating in his back pocket. Brock holds the cig between his lips while taking the phone out, the buzzing is there, consistent, almost urgent. On the screen a picture of them he took the time he went to Tampa to meet Alexis and the rest of the Mateo Empire, a shiver running down his spine.

Eyes tight shut, he slides his thumb on the screen and puts the phone to his ear, he takes the cigarette from his lips with his empty hand, exhaling the smoke. The sound of the street from a distance, a breathing and some Spanish song in the background. “si no deseas que me marche, demuestra que al igual que yo quieres amarme y que también te estás muriendo por besarme”. He remembers the song, he knows he heard Vanessa and her sisters slurring the lyrics, totally wasted. He remembers the single trail of tears falling down Jose’s cheek while singing. He remembers how he felt that wild urge to wrap him in his arms and never, ever see that sad expression in his eyes again.

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Jose can’t speak, the Hello on the other side of the line has him frozen, a tight knot blocking his throat making him sob. “Papi are you ok?”, he hears on the phone, and he feels like screaming, but his voice comes low and broken.

“I- I’m sorry Brock, I shouldn’t have called,” he says, regretting his words even before he finish the sentence. “I just… am so fucking drunk, and missing you and I needed to hear you…” he rambles, the trembling of his voice spreading through all his body.

Brock sighs, and then curses the cig burning his index finger, making him throw it away. “Where are you?” he asks, fighting the voice in his head now yelling at him that this is a bad idea. “Talk to me Jose… please…” his voice is losing strength as much as his knees that threaten to quit keeping him standing.

A broken sigh falls from his iips. “I shouldn’t have called… I’m sorry babe, I’m so sorry,” and he can’t help himself from crying. Brock exhales from his side of the line, the kind of exhale that compels anyone to keep talking.

“Where are you Jose?” Brock asks one more time, trying to keep himself together. He knows for sure that he won’t be alright until he makes sure the man he loves is safe and sound. In the background the song changes, “arráncame la vida con el último beso de amor… ay! arráncala y toma, toma mi corazón.” Another part of his heart breaks, as if all the pain of reliving their beginning through the cameras hasn’t done its part at this point. “Please papi tell me where you are… I miss you too, I love you,” his voice desperate when he hears the song and how Jose’s breathing stops for a second.

The song comes to an end, and Jose finally speaks, sharing where he is and a non stop rant about how stupid he feels by doing this. Brock realizes that they’re not so far from each other and without thinking jumps in a cab, with the name of the hotel falling from his lips in a hurried whisper. Jose keeps talking to him, apologizing and telling him that he doesn’t have to come to him. Brock asks for his room number before cutting the call..

Riding in the elevator is painfully slow; Brock curses the damned thing (and himself) for not taking the stairs. When the evil device finally dings on the eleventh floor, he almost runs to find the room.  He doesn’t even need to look for the number; the music leads him to Jose, who was sitting in the hallway, the almost empty Bocoy bottle cradled between his legs and his forehead resting on his knees, the soft sound of a guitar coming from inside the open door of the room.

“Cómo te extraño y cómo tengo miedo de perder los pasos, de extraviar en algún lado las promesas y los sueños ¿cuál será el mejor camino? todos dicen, que ese sí te va a a llevar…” Jose sings, tears still falling down his cheeks, and Brock’s heart falls to the ground. His only purpose from the moment he found out he was in love with that man, was to make him smile. Kneeling by his side, with no words left to say, Brock wraps him in his arms, wishing to melt him into his chest and never let him go again.

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Jose doesn’t know how long they sit there, the only thing he knows for sure is that he hasn’t felt that safe in a long time. He’s lightheaded, not even sure if his neck would be able to hold his head up but having Brock with him is worth the effort to do it. When he turns his head, for a brief second they lock gazes.  Brock’s eyes are full of tears, the longing reflecting his heartbreak. Jose sighs, shyly sliding an arm around the other man’s waist, taking a deep breath.

Brock sighs deeply. He had wondered how that moment would be, what he was going to say and the things he expected to hear from Jose. Nothing of that happened, and there’s just a feeling of comfort spreading from where his hands touch his former lover and creeping up through the rest of his limbs. Jose sobs again, burying his face in Brock’s chest, muttering unintelligible things.

“Come on papi, let’s go inside” he whispers. Brock starts getting up, lifting Jose with him. It had always been like that between them, both of them fitting together even in the most ridiculously small places. Feeling Jose’s breathing on his neck makes the blonde smile for a second, memories of that familiar tickling on his skin being one of the things that still keeps him awake during the long nights.

Jose stumbles a little, managing not to fall down due to Brock’s grip on him, the door clicking shut after them. “Nuestra coordenada no es lo único que va girando. Tout ce qui nait, meurt tot ou tard. Si caminamos al reves, peut-etre nous rencontrerons.” The tender notes of the ballad assault Brock’s ears while he finally snaps out of the haze of feeling him again. He remembers that song, he sang it with him, the verses in French easily falling from his lips under the Florida night sky. So many memories, all of them beautiful, yet painful. Tears finally breaking down his walls while sliding down his cheek.

Brock lays Jose on his back, taking the almost empty bottle from his hand. Jose curses to the numbness that’s finally taking over he wants to see him, wants to hear him talk, but most of all, he needs to touch him. He needs to know that Brock is actually there, and it isn’t a sick prank of his own head. Struggling with the heaviness of his lids, he looks at the man of his dreams watching him. A caress soft as the wings of a butterfly brushes away the tears that fall from his eyes; and for the first time in months, he genuinely smiles.

Brock leans to kiss Jose’s forehead, the tip of his nose… the corner of his lips. The strong taste of rum making him reminisce, and he closes his eyes for a second, feeling completely broken. He’s about to leave him to sleep when Jose takes his hand, a desperate iron grip squeezing his fingers.

“Don’t… please Brock, stay with me.” His plead crystal clear even though it isn’t more than a soft whisper. Brock has never made a decision so fast. Even though he’s a proud creature and even though he’s still hurt, he misses the pleading man staring at him. Nodding lightly, he kisses Jose one more time, then gets back to his feet.

“Por el sueño sucio en que me enredas, andamos ��la lluvia y yo buscándote con las mismas intenciones.” Those words are the last notes hanging in the silence of the room after turning off the laptop. Brock takes off his hoodie, letting it fall languidly over a chair. Taking a cigarette, he goes to the balcony; he needs a minute to cope with everything that’s happening. He’s on the second drag of his smoke when a pair of hands wrap around him from behind, intertwining the fingers over his belly. Soon, one of his hands lands over the other pair. They sigh.

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They share a bed for the first time in almost a year. The sounds of the city float through the open window of the balcony. Brock cups Jose’s face and gives him a shy peck on the lips. Jose snuggles himself under the blankets against Brock’s chest, gripping his t-shirt as an anchor to reality.

Some hours later, Brock wakes up to the peaceful face of a sleeping man. A man that meant the world to him, a man who left him, a man he loved with all his heart.  He couldn’t deny how in love he was with him, even when all the odds have always been against them.

Jose wakes up to a pair of worried baby blue eyes that are right in front of him, but looking far away.

“A penny for your thoughts,” he says, all worries hidden behind a sleepy voice. Brock looks at him, coming back from the depth of his thoughts. They know the call the night before was a mistake, they know things are way too complicated. They know crossing the fading line they both put between each other would land them in turbulent waters.

“I shouldn’t be here… we both know it.” His voice breaks with the high pitched gasp of the younger man. “Still, there’s nowhere I’d rather be… I love you, Jose.” The words effortlessly falling from his lips, making the other shiver. “And that‘s what makes all this a mess, because I love you, and I know you love me. But we got to a point where that wasn’t enough.”

Jose lifts his head with his arm, just to be able to focus his attention. “I know what you mean… and I fucked it up big time.” He says, a tight knot shaping on his stomach. “I shouldn’t have called. I managed to go through without doing it… but I miss you and I love you too.” The weight of those words falls heavily over his shoulders. “I screwed all of it up and I’m sorry… I… please don’t go, Brock.”

With those words, Brock wraps the other man in his arms, holding him close. Lost in the moment, there are no words left to say. Jose tilts his head and kisses the man in front of him, desperate and needy, drinking back half the life he took when they parted ways. Brock reciprocates, savoring the intimacy of the moment.

They know for sure that they’re still in love with each other, and that something between them had broken during the time they were apart. They also know this path is going to be rough. They’ll need to start from the scratch and it probably won’t work, because just as Brock said, sometimes love is not enough. But sometimes, to love and to be loved is the right place to start.