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fortheloveofwonderland · 1 year ago

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Summer Heat | S.R

Summary - By orders or the director, the BAU must undertake a team building hike in the woods. You and Spencer have never gotten along and not even the summer heat seems to be able thaw the ice that exists between you. But then you get yourselves lost and while waiting for rescue, you have to find a way to pass the time…

A/N - set somewhere in the realms of s15. This is my second entry for @imagining-in-the-margins Summer Sunshine Challenge.

Pairing - Spencer Reid / BAU Fem! Reader

Warnings - enemies to lovers, Spencer’s awkward info dumping about hiking related deaths, swearing, public urination, talks of bladder control techniques, treating wounds, Spencer is touch starved, mentions of prison and Cat Adams and Max, Spencer and reader are oblivious idiots, make outs, handjob, fingering, public sexual acts, interruptions.

WC - 8.9k

The potency of the early afternoon Virginia sun infiltrating the towering thicket of loblolly pines caressed your skin, peppering its honeyed kisses across your flesh.

The warm earthy scents combined with the aromas of moss and the sharp, almost sweet notes of the pine trees engulfed you in a blanket of mother earth's creation.

You hummed to yourself as you trekked up a grassy incline barely registering the weight of your oversized pack on your back. You were no stranger to hiking or the heat and you were barely phased by it.

Unlike some people.

Doctor Spencer Reid was equipped for neither physical activity or the weather, despite the fact he grew up in desert climates. You could hear him huffing and puffing behind you as he struggled up even the smallest of hills.

You reached the brow and turned back to him with your hands on your hips. His face was flushed red from a combination of the sun and exertion. His hair stuck to his sweaty brow and his chest heaved with his breaths.

When he reached you, he doubled over, hands on his knees and he fought to catch his breath. You rolled your eyes and waited somewhat impatiently for him to stand again.

“Are you really this out of shape?” You scoffed.

He glanced up through a curtain of hair, puffing uneven breaths out between parted lips.

“Clearly.” He bit back.

It wasn’t a secret that the two of you didn’t exactly see eye to eye. You’d been with the team for almost a year now, but you and Spencer had never been close.

You’d gotten off on the wrong foot on your very first case. He’d spent almost all day on the phone to someone talking about his mother and you’d made a flippant comment about him being a mama's boy.

This led Spencer to launch into a rant about how his mother suffered from schizophrenia and altzeimers and how he was talking to her doctor because she was struggling to adjust to the new home he’d put her in DC.

He didn’t stop there. He continued to inform that she had been moved to DC because she wasn’t responding well to medication or her living facility in Vegas. He detailed how he’d moved her to the east coast and then gotten arrested in Mexico whilst trying to procure some experimental medicine.

He was seething by the time he told you that the same woman who’d gotten him arrested then had his mother kidnapped and almost killed.

He wasn’t as standoffish towards you as he used to be, his iciness thawing somewhat over time. But you were never going to be his favourite person. And as a result, he wasn’t yours either.

He forced himself to stand up straight, grabbing his canteen from where it was hanging from the strap of his backpack and taking a hefty sip before wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

“It’s just a little hike. It’s not like you’re running a marathon or anything.” You clucked. “Can we continue now?”

“Just a little hike?” He groaned but started walking nonetheless. “It’s ten miles! And I have to do it with you.”

“Oh you poor, unfortunate soul.” You rolled your eyes as you fell in step with him.

The hike had been an idea which was floated down from the director. A team building exercise it had been dubbed. Although it wasn’t strictly mandatory it would look bad on those who didn’t participate.

So the BAU was spending a rare weekend off on a ten mile hike through the Shenandoah National Park followed by spending the night camping at the valley’s campground.

The Shenandoah National Park was more than five hundred miles of hiking trails extending along the Blue Ridge Mountains which included a section of long distance Appalachian Trail.

As someone who relished in the outdoors you’d always wanted the chance to visit Shenandoah but had never had the opportunity. And if you were paired up with anyone other than Spencer you might have been able to enjoy yourself.

Garcia had everyone draw straws in order to team up for the hike before you would all meet up later at the campground. You’d quite literally drawn the short straw with Spencer whilst Penelope was paired with Matt, Luke with JJ whilst Tara, Emily and Rossi made a group of three.

Spencer was the least athletic of the BAU members, the least outdoorsy, and so far had not stopped complaining.

You regarded your GPS as you walked to ensure you were headed in the right direction and the two of you fell back into silence.

Spencer breathed heavily even when the trail was flat, groaning a little every time you came to another incline.

You watched him out of the corner of your eye. It was a strange sight to behold, an academic who was far more comfortable indoors trekking through the woods like this. But what was even weirder was his outfit.

You’d never seen Spencer out of a shirt and slacks but he’d tried to at least look the part of a hiker today. He wore a thin black t-shirt and a pair of cargo shorts which showed off his surprisingly toned legs. You didn’t even think he would own such an item of clothing.

He’d tried to look the part, probably only taking into account the heat and not the fact that he was leaving his legs exposed to bug bites and poison ivy. You wouldn’t be the one to tell him that though.

He’d ditched his satchel in lieu of a backpack but still had his trusty converse on with obligatory mismatched socks. You’d told him converse would be hard to hike in, their thin soles alone not conducive to walking on the forest floor.

Judging by the way he grimaced with nearly every step, he was starting to wish he’d listened to you.

You continued to walk in silence, watching the way Spencer’s wary eyes cast around through the thick tree trunks, ears pricking at every tiny sound.

“If you didn’t need to stop and catch your breath every five minutes we’d be back by now.” You couldn’t hold your tongue.

Spencer’s head turned towards you, brows furrowed.

“If we hadn’t taken such a hilly trail I wouldn’t need to keep stopping every five minutes. Did you know hikers use twenty eight percent more energy when traversing uneven terrain as opposed to flatter land?” He grabbed his canteen again and took another sip.

“Don’t come crying to me when you’ve run out of water.” You ignored his statistical rambling, increasing your gait a little.

“I won’t run out of water. I’ve calculated exactly how much I can afford to drink per hour when approximating how long it will take to walk ten miles.” He told you smugly.

“Of course you have.” You rolled your eyes, picking up your pace a little more.

“I can’t believe the bureau is making us do this. Do they not realise that hiking related deaths have been on the rise? They’ve increased as much as twenty one percent in recent years.” He grumbled as he tried to match your pace.

“Oh please, do tell me more.” You huffed and clearly Spencer either didn’t sense your sarcasm or he chose to ignore it because he did tell you more.

“Fifty percent of all hiking related deaths are caused by a fall or drowning. Men make up seventy two percent of those victims.” He pulled a face, focusing on the ground beneath him now he’d drawn his own attention to that fact.

“Well you for one are particularly clumsy.” You replied, your tone one of boredom.

“The other fifty percent are due to medical conditions such as heart attacks while engaging in physical activity.”

“What kind of physical activity?” You smirked suggestively, nudging him in his arm.

Spencer shook his head as your childish insinuation.

“Oh grow up, Y/L/N.” He spat.

“I’m just saying if there is a man out there so good in bed he can induce a heart attack, I wanna meet him.” You chuckled, seeing him roll his eyes in your peripheral vision.

“And I’m saying, hiking is inherently dangerous.”

“We chase serial killers for a living.” You huffed, checking your navigational device again.

“Which I am well versed in due to years of hands-on experience. I am not educated in outdoor pursuits.” He scoffed.

“You seem to know a lot about hiking related deaths.” You cast your gaze upwards towards the sun peaking between the high trees.

You could hear faint rhythmic buzzing from insects nearby, distance scuffling through the underbrush. Every now and again you picked up on various bird songs as they chirped from the high branches.

It made a smile blossom on your features, being one with nature, the summer air cleansing your lungs. The sounds and the smells were a comfort to you, taking you back to childhood memories camping and trekking through forests just like this with your family and fond recollections of years spent at summer camps.

Summer was without a doubt your favourite season. It elicited waves of nostalgia, taking you back to years spent at camp lake edges, eating ice cream hurriedly before it melted, giving you brain freeze.

It evoked images of burning campfires, the smell of the wood as it smouldered and the marshmallows roasting ready to be made into s’mores. Dulcet tones of an acoustic guitar played under the moonlight by Andy Duncan, your camp crush.

And later when he’d walked you back to your cabin and bestowed upon you your first ever kiss. Summer held some of your best memories and kindled your sentimental side.

You toyed with the GPS device in your hand as you walked, twigs and leaves crunching under foot. You didn’t realise Spencer was staring at you.

“You okay?” He spoke up, snapping you out of your reminiscing.

“Huh?” You glanced at him sideways.

Spencer had a hint of amusement in his eyes as he looked at you, something you’d never seen on him before, not directed towards you anyway.

“You look awfully wistful.” He shrugged.

“I just love summer I guess.” You mirrored his action.

“That makes sense.” Spencer turned away and looked back at the ground so he could avoid any potential trip hazards.

“What does that mean?” You swatted at a bug that landed on your arm.

“It means I’m not surprised you like summer, arguably the worst season.” He clucked.

“The worst? Oh please. Let me guess Doc, you’re a fan of gloomy winter? That would make sense.”

“Winter isn’t gloomy. Winter is oversized sweaters and hot cocoa by a fireplace. Huddled under blankets, the holidays. Sometimes even snow.” He told you as if you’d never heard of winter before. “But it’s not my favourite season. My favourite season is fall.”

“Hmm, dark and moody tones, nature dying. That tracks.” You spoke in a clipped tone.

“It’s not dying, it’s the start of rebirth. Shedding one layer so it can grow into something more than it ever thought it could be. It’s hauntingly beautiful really. And autumnal tones are stunning, all those earthy hues and streets littered in leaves. It makes me think of cinnamon and old books. Reading in the park with my mom when she was lucid and watching the leaves fall from the trees all around us.” It was Spencer’s turn to grow wistful.

You noticed his eyes glaze over slightly, his lip quirking up at the corner as he got lost in a fond childhood memory.

Spencer never talked to you about his youth or his mother after your initial falling out. He’d never been so candid with you before. As if he realised this, he shook his head, snapping himself out of his own revere.

“I, uh, didn’t mean to share all that.” He grumbled, grabbing his canteen and sipping the water just for something to do.

“I don’t mind.”

“Well I do.” He spat, slowing a little as the two of you neared another slight slope. “You’re the last person I want to talk to about my mother.”

You slowed with him until you both stopped. You folded your arms across your chest and glared at him.

“Reid, come on. It’s been a long time. I’ve apologised for calling you a mama’s boy multiple times. How could I have possibly known about your mother?” You shook your head.

Spencer’s jaw tightened, the muscle in the side of his face pulsing as he stared at you. You could all but see the cogs turning in his head as he fashioned a response.

“I don’t want your apologies, Y/L/N.” He huffed out.

He suddenly started walking again, ignoring how much his legs ached as he started up the small slope. You watched him go for a moment or two, feeling awash with anger.

You’d been looking forward to this hike, to an excuse to spend the weekend outdoors in the sun. You were not going to let Doctor Spencer Reid ruin that for you.

***

You carried on walking for another hour or so and not another word was spoken between you. It was tense and awkward and the sun was getting lower in the sky.

It wouldn’t be at all long before it started getting dark and you were growing a little concerned that you might not make it back before the sunset.

Spencer was clearly thinking the same as his brows had been furrowed for at least the past ten minutes and he was furiously chewing on his lip.

You halted in your tracks and pulled the GPS device back out. You stared down at it with a heavy frown, feeling the heat radiating off of Spencer as he drew closer to you. He peered at the GPS over your shoulder with a scrunched brow similar to your own.

“That says we’re only a few hundred yards from the camp. We should be able to see it.” Spencer looked up but all he saw was trees.

He turned a complete three hundred and sixty degrees but was met by trees as far as the eye could see.

“I think…I think it’s busted.” You groaned deeply, the sound reverberating out into the forest.

“No? No!” Spencer snatched it from your hand and shook it as if that would help matters. “Call someone! It’s going to get dark soon!”

You did not miss the blatant panic in his voice and if you didn’t feel the same you might have made a jab at him for it.

You reached for your phone in your pants pocket and unlocked the screen but groaned as soon as you did so.

“Fuck, I have no signal.”

“What?” Spencer scrabbled for his own device and huffed seeing he had no bars either. “We’re stuck out here?”

“Uh,” you glanced around. “Yes?”

“No, no. I am not dying out in the woods with you.” His tone was even more fraught.

“Trust me, you are not my first choice of death partner either.” You scoffed.

“If we’re out here long enough we could dehydrate! Or get hypothermia! I told you fifty percent of hiking related deaths are caused by medical conditions.” He was spiralling.

“How many hiking related deaths are caused by homicide?” You shot him an unamused look.

“Eighteen percent of 990 deaths at national parks were considered intentional. That includes suicide and homicide.”

“It was a rhetorical question.” You shook your head. “Maybe if we get to higher ground we can get some cell service.”

You started to walk but had no idea where you were going. You just had to hope you would find some higher ground.

Spencer followed you for lack of any better suggestions. He was sulking like a petulant child, clearly there was something on his mind as he huffed a few times as he trailed behind you.

You walked no more than a few minutes before his constant sighing and pouting caused you to stop again.

“What?” You spat. “What is it?”

Spencer frowned, halting in his tracks too. He was rolling his lip frantically between his teeth now and jiggling a little where he stood.

“I, uh,” his cheeks flushed red. “I need to use the bathroom.”

You closed your eyes for a second, pinched the bridge of your nose.

“I hate to break it to you but there are no bathrooms way out here.”

“It’s a figure of speech.” He grumbled. “I need to…pee.”

“Okay, well take your pick.” You motioned around to the copious trees surrounding you.

“I’m not a dog.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m sorry princess but it’s the best I can offer you.”

Spencer sucked in a deep breath, clenching his hands at his side. His leg was still jiggling with his need to urinate.

Spencer had developed an extremely strong bladder in his time in prison. The toilets on offer at Milburn were some of the most unhygienic he’d ever seen and as such had used them as little as humanly possible.

He’s trained himself to strengthen his bladder, exercising his pelvic floor in order to reduce the amount of times in a day he needed to use the bathroom.

As such during the hike he hadn’t been once while you had been multiple times. And now it had snuck up on him, coming out of nowhere and he wouldn’t be able to hold it long.

“Goddamn I hate nature.” He grumbled, glancing around for the largest looking tree he could use to shield himself from you.

You watched as he turned his back on you, hurrying off in one direction, further than was strictly necessary. You rolled your eyes with a shake of your head.

“Don’t worry, Doc I’m not looking to catch a glimpse.” You called after him. You heard a tut in response but he didn’t rise to it.

Spencer pushed forwards through some bushes and weaved in and out large pines before he found a tree trunk far enough away from you that he could have some semblance of peace while he expelled himself.

He made sure the trunk was blocking his body before he unbuttoned his cargo shorts and freed himself from his pants. Within a fraction of a second he was already urinating.

He let out a relieved sigh, holding the base of his cock in one hand for aiming purposes whilst leaning the other on the tree.

He closed his eyes as the blissful sensation of his bladder emptying consumed him. He didn’t relish doing this in the woods but he couldn’t deny how nice it felt.

It felt so good in fact he didn’t even notice the itching of his calves. He finished his business and tucked himself away before buttoning his shorts.

He swung his pack off his back and rummaged in the side pocket for a little bottle of hand sanitiser. He squirted a little in his palm and rubbed his hands together.

Returning it to his bag and putting it back on, he noticed a stinging in his left calf but ignored it as he walked back over to you. As he walked his other leg started to sting too.

When he reached you he subconsciously reached down and started scratching the backs of his bare legs with his blunt nails. You stared at him curiously.

“You okay?”

“Just a little itchy. Think I’ve been bitten or something.” He grumbled.

You walked around him and regarded his legs. His skin was flushed red with little raised blisters dotted up the backs of both calves.

“Reid,” you took his wrists and guided his hands away from his frantic scratching. “I think you’ve walked in poison ivy.”

He snapped back to his full height, eyes wide.

“What? No? Come on!” He moaned, glancing back at the rash forming. “Could this day get any worse?”

“I’ve got a first aid kit in my bag, I’m going to need to treat those. If you keep scratching they could scar. Maybe this will teach you for wearing shorts on a hike.” You put down your backpack and rummaged for the kit.

“It’s nearly eighty degrees.” He scoffed. “And I’ve never been hiking before.”

“Just shut up and stand still. Give me your water.” You knelt down on the ground behind him.

“You’ve got your own water.”

“I’m not wasting my water on cleaning your rash because you were the idiot who wore shorts. Give me your water.”

Spencer huffed out a breath to show he wasn’t happy but then he unlatched his canteen from his bag strap and passed it back to you. So much for his calculations.

You uncapped it and poured a little on the back of each leg causing him to shudder. You used a small hand towel you had in your backpack to dry them off before sanitising your hands.

You located the hydrocortisone ointment in the first aid kit and squeezed a little on the pads of your fingers. You cautiously started on his left leg, massaging the cream into the small blisters.

Spencer hissed and his legs buckled a little. He was silent though and allowed you to treat his rash. Soon you were moving onto the other leg and although it stung Spencer couldn’t deny he enjoyed the skin to skin contact.

As much as he hated to admit it, Spencer was touch starved. He hadn’t felt another set of hands on him in such a tender way since before prison.

He’d deliberately kept everyone at arms length since, not trusting himself or deeming himself worthy to be so close to another person.

He’d almost allowed himself to go there with Max, to succumb to the kind of pleasure he’d sorely missed. They’d kissed but ultimately that was the furthest he’d let himself go.

And somehow your benevolent touch was more intimate than kissing Max. Or perhaps that was just wishful thinking on his part.

He was sure you knew the real reason he was so brusque with you wasn’t because of what you’d call him during your first case. He was annoyed about it at first but he hadn’t held a grudge over it.

His curt behaviour towards you stemmed from his almost overwhelming crush on you. He’d pushed you away because when he met you he wasn’t ready to be close to someone. But in doing so he had inevitably sealed his own fate so that now when he might actually want to pursue something, you could barely stand him.

He tried to omit the feeling of your fingertips on his calves and focused his attention on the warbling of a nearby bird. Its song wasn’t the prettiest he’d ever heard but it had a certain cadence to it which he found oddly calming.

All too soon you were finished and your touch was gone, leaving Spencer feeling dissatisfied. You wrapped both of his rashes in gauze bandages but your fingers barely ghosted over his flesh again.

You stuffed the kit back away and pushed yourself to your feet, brushing the dirt off of your knees. Spencer looked down at his newly bandaged legs with a small frown.

“Do you have a change of clothes? Some pants perhaps?” You asked.

“No, for all my planning and research I did not think to bring long pants.” He shook his head at his oversight.

“I know we don’t always see eye to eye, but you could have asked me what you should bring. The whole team knows I’m big on hiking and camping.” You turned away from him, looking back out through the trees to try and ascertain the best direction to head. “I also could have told you that converse was a dumb choice for hiking. I can only imagine how much your feet hurt.”

Spencer made a noise that sounded somewhat like he agreed with you but didn’t want to say it out loud. You pulled out a piece of crumpled paper from your backpack and unfolded it, staring intently at it for a few moments.

Spencer came closer, glancing down at the wrinkled paper in your hands. It looked to be a topographic map of the area. Finally something Spencer understood about hiking.

“Didn’t know Garcia gave us those.” He spoke as you studied it.

“She didn’t. This isn’t my first rodeo, I would never have come out here without one.” You didn’t look at him.

“So I can read this but how do you work out where we are? There’s nothing but trees for miles.” He scratched the back of his neck.

“Observation. We passed a small body of water about a mile back. I didn’t see it but I could hear it off to the west. And this incline,” you pointed in front of you. “Will help figure it out.”

“Okay, so a small body of water and an area where the contour lines aren’t too close as the hill isn’t too steep.” He nodded.

“Exactly.” You agreed. “And if my bearings are right I believe we’re facing north east.”

Spencer looked around briefly before a smile tugged at his lips.

“Because of the position of the sun.”

“Yep. And the moss.” You nodded towards the trees. “It’s not an exact science but in the whole moss tends to grow on the north side of trees in the northern hemisphere.”

Spencer watched while you ran your index finger along the map, trying to draw on everything you knew in order to get the two of you to higher ground.

“Wow I’m…I’m actually impressed.” He chuckled a little and you looked up at him with a frown.

“Are you patronising me?”

“What? No! I mean it. I’m really impressed.”

“Oh,” you looked back at the map. “Thanks.”

A minute or so later and you’d estimated a few miles worth of trail you believed the two of you to be on. If you were right you were still miles from the camp and wouldn’t make it there by nightfall.

Your plan was to find somewhere to get cell service so you could call the team and hopefully they could get park rangers out here to find you as they were the only ones equipped to traverse the forest after dark.

Spencer followed you while you kept the map in your hand. The two of you walked for another mile or so, by this point Spencer’s water rations were nearly depleted.

Eventually you stopped at the foot of a large, steep hill and Spencer looked up at it with a dubious expression.

“You want me to climb that?” He whined.

“Well we have a better chance of getting cell service when we have two phones.” You rolled your eyes, folding the map and slotting it in your pocket.

“Can’t you just take mine up there with you?” He pulled a face. “I really do not possess the physical prowess for this.”

“No kidding.” You scoffed. “But we’re in this together. I could get hurt or something, I need you for backup.”

Spencer groaned, pouting his bottom lip like a child.

“Oh jeez, fine.” He huffed. “But I will complain every step of the way.”

“Wouldn’t expect anything less.” With a shake of your head you started forward and Spencer reluctantly followed you.

You got less than twenty paces before he almost slipped and fell on his face. To steady himself he instinctively reached for your hand. He didn’t let go the whole way up.

You hated to admit it but there was something oddly comforting about Spencer’s hand in yours. His hand was warm and surprisingly soft and it was so much larger than your own he all but encompassed yours.

He held onto you tightly, fingers squeezing your hand every time his foot slipped a little on the hilly ground. A part of you didn’t want to make it to the top because you didn’t want him to let go.

But of course as soon as the ground levelled out he slipped his hand away and all but collapsed onto the damp ground below, huffing and puffing. You watched him grab his canteen and finish the water without a second thought.

He removed his pack and rolled onto his back, relishing in every last drop of liquid and clearly not concerned he had now emptied his reserves. He closed his eyes and pushed his hair back off his sweaty forehead.

You pulled your cell phone out and unlocked it. You had one tiny bar of signal which you hoped was enough to make a call. You nudged Spencer in the ribs with the toe of your hiking boot. His eyes shot open and he stared up at you, the exhaustion heavy in his eyes.

“I’ve got one bar, I’m going to try and call Prentiss.” You informed him, bringing up your contacts.

You found Emily’s name quickly and hit the call button before putting the device on speaker. The dial tone was crackly and you knew the signal could cut out at any minute. It rang four times before Emily answered but her words were muffled and you only caught a handful of what she said.

“Y/N…are you?...Gone hours…thing okay?”

“Emily, we got lost. Our GPS was misprogrammed. We need help.” You had no idea how much she could hear of what you were saying.

“...are you?...send a rang…coordinates?”

You reeled off your approximate coordinates, explaining that you could be anywhere within a few miles of that spot but again you don’t know what she heard due to the spotty service.

“Hold tight…get a ranger…be okay.”

“Thanks Emily.” You finished before hanging up.

Spencer was still on the floor on his back, his brows furrowed in concern.

“How much of that do you think she got?” He was rolling his lip between his teeth.

“I have no idea.” You pocketed the phone again. “I’m almost certain Garcia would have brought her laptop with her. If she can get to the rangers station and get on the WiFi she might be able to locate us.”

“Yeah, good point. Garcia is the best.” His eyes closed again, a strangely dreamy smile on his lips.

“What are you doing?” You kicked him again and his eyes quickly opened and he stared at you.

“Resting, what does it look like?” He scowled.

“Reid, the second the sun goes down the temperature is going to plummet. We need to make a fire.”

“Goddamnit,” he pushed himself to a sitting position. “I hate the outdoors.”

You chose to ignore him and didn’t help him to his feet, instead started wandering around in the search for some sticks for the fire. Spencer eventually got himself up and started to help. The sun was barely a sliver in the sky by the time you collected enough wood.

You created a crisscross on the ground with the kindling, explaining to Spencer this type of fire would burn for longer and not need as much wood. You had no idea how long you would be out here and you needed to stay warm. The smoke would also help draw attention to your whereabouts.

You retrieved a pack of matches from your back, Spencer once again impressed by your preparedness. He simply watched while you went about lighting the fire, in silent awe. It was several minutes before the fire started to grow and he shuffled closer to it, sitting cross legged on the dirty forest floor and holding his hands towards the flames.

You sat down next to him, but not too close. You got out a fleece hoodie from your bag and slipped it over your head. As if jogging some kind of memory for Spencer he opened his own bag and found his oversized CalTech sweatshirt, thankful he’d had the forethought to pack this even if he had overlooked bringing pants.

Sitting by the fire you felt the fatigue wash over you. You could quite easily curl up and fall asleep after the day's events. Spencer noticed your fluttering eyelids and how you were desperately trying to stay awake.

He suddenly felt extremely bad for how difficult he’d been all day, complaining and moaning while you tried to keep him safe and alive. He huffed out a breath and the sound caused you to look at him.

Half of his face was illuminated by the glow of the fire, the other side set in deep shadow from where the sun had now almost completely vanished beneath the horizon. His golden brown eyes shimmered as he looked at you.

“I, uh, I’m sorry I’ve been such hard work today.” He rolled his lip between his teeth.

“Reid, I’m used to you being hard work.” Your lip twitched at the corner.

“I’m sorry about that too.” He swallowed. “Do you…do you want to lay your head down on my lap? You deserve to rest.”

You frowned a little sceptical, mildly concerned by the offer as Spencer had never been so nice to you. But you were too tired to question it and the idea of laying down sounded wonderful. You nodded slowly, prompting Spencer to uncross his legs and stretch them out in front of himself.

You sucked in a breath, shuffling in the dirt so you could lay on your side with your head in his lap while you stretched your own body out on the ground.

Without meaning to, Spencer's hand was soon brushing through your hair. You couldn’t help the hum of appreciation that you let escape and it goaded him to continue.

His touch elicited the sweetest sounds from your lips, some sounding dangerously like moans. Spencer was only human and his body reacted of its own accord at the noises.

He could sense the blood rushing south, feel the swelling in his shorts despite how much he willed it stop. He stilled his movements on your hair, hoping if you weren’t making those delirious sounds it would stop the blood rushing and he wouldn’t get hard enough for you to notice…

…You suddenly sat up, looking right at him with wide eyes. Of course you’d noticed, his crotch was right beneath your head.

His cheeks instantly flushed red and he pulled a face full of apologies and mortification. You continued to stare at him and he felt more uncomfortable with each silent second.

“Please,” he whimpered. “Just…don’t mention it.”

“Kinda hard not to…pun not intended.” You frowned at your own choice of words and Spencer groaned.

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head. “It has been a long time since I’ve had any kind of closeness with another person. I can’t be held responsible for my body’s carnal reactions. Especially when you’re making such sinful noises.”

Your own cheeks turned red now and you glanced away from him towards the fire.

“I, uh…I didn’t realise I was. Sorry.” You croaked. “Full disclosure, it’s also been a long time since I’ve had any kind of closeness with another person.”

Spencer’s brows furrowed as he regarded you. He found that incredibly hard to believe. You were just so beautiful he imagined men fell at your feet everywhere you went.

“Seriously?” He couldn’t help but ask.

“Seriously.” You confirmed with a huff as you turned back to him.

“But why?”

“Why what? I don’t understand.”

“I mean…you’re you. You’re beautiful and smart and charismatic. Surely you could have your pick of men?” Spencer was really frowning.

“I’m…fussy I suppose? And I don’t really like the whole casual sex thing…” You trailed off with your own frown. “Wait did you call me beautiful?”

“And smart and charismatic.” He nodded.

“Uh, thanks?” You were rightfully confused, Spencer had never said anything nice about you. “What about you? You don’t have women lining up at your door? And weren’t you dating someone?”

Spencer let out a hearty laugh at this, shaking his head dramatically.

“Max and I broke up not long after Cat and her games. We never…you know…and trust me when I say women do not fawn over a neurotic, socially awkward ex-con.” Spencer sighed sadly.

“Oh, I didn’t realise about Max, I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. It wouldn’t have worked out even if Cat hadn’t interfered.” He pulled a face, rubbing his hand over the back of his neck. “You didn’t know me before prison. I’m not the same man I used to be. I had to do things on the inside just to survive and it changed me. For a long time I didn’t trust myself to get close to anyone. A part of me still doesn't but I’m trying I guess? Max was the closest I came to allowing myself to be vulnerable again.”

You simply stared at him, unsure what to say. You’d never spoken so personally with Spencer before, he’d never opened up to you in such a way and you didn’t know how to respond.

You knew you needed to tread lightly, not wanting to risk him clamming up and shutting you down. You were making progress for the first time since you’d met him and you didn’t want to give him a reason not to continue.

“I didn’t know you before prison and I have no idea the things you would have gone through in there. But I do know you now. I know you shield yourself behind these huge walls to keep people from hurting you, probably because you’ve already been hurt enough for one lifetime.

“You kept me at arms length because you don’t like change, you worried I would threaten the team dynamic. But once you realised that wasn’t the case, you were too far gone and it was easier for you to keep treating me with disdain rather than thaw towards me.”

Spencer was silent while you talked, ingesting your words, mulling them over in his head. His expression tightened, his eyebrows knitted together and his lips drawn into a line.

“I guess you’re right, at least about some of it.” He exhaled. “I was always guarded to a degree even before prison. People have always disappointed me I guess and so I learnt not to rely on anyone, not to let anyone get too close. It’s easier to be alone than to risk getting hurt.

“But you’re wrong about why I kept you away. Your comment about me being a mama’s boy stung but I didn’t hold it against you. I needed to put distance between us because from the first time I met you I knew how effortless it would be for me to fall for you.

“I was too raw at the time, I wasn’t ready to give my heart away to someone who might not even want it. I had to keep you at arms length because it was safer than letting myself develop feelings for someone who probably wouldn’t reciprocate. But I guess the jokes on me because my plan was far from foolproof and I managed to fall for you anyway.

“I don’t expect anything from you in return, and I’m hoping once we’re rescued we can just forget this whole thing ever happened. But I suppose you deserve to know why I am the way I am with you and maybe going forward we can try to be…I don’t know…friends? Or at the very least I hope we can get along better.” He sucked in a breath when he finished speaking, looking completely exhausted and utterly heartbroken.

You couldn’t speak. You took in every single word, toyed with them in your mind and tried to make sense of them. But really they didn’t make any sense. In the year you’d known Spencer you had never even gotten so much as a hint that he had feelings for you. He was detached, withdrawn and oftentimes entirely unapproachable.

It seemed implausible that he could have been hiding these feelings all this time and for you not to have a clue. You were a profiler, wasn’t it your job to pick up on these things? Did the rest of the team figure it out? Were you the only one in the dark?

He looked increasingly uncomfortable by his confession with every passing second of silence. The fire crackled, its warmth washing over you both. It cast you both in a cosy glow.

Spencer seemed closer somehow. Did you move nearer or had he, or was it simply all in your head?

There were so many things you could say, so many possibilities but you couldn’t form a simple sentence. Every time you tried to speak your words caught in your throat and his own played over in a loop in your brain.

I guess the jokes on me because my plan was far from foolproof and I managed to fall for you anyway.

Spencer had feelings for you and he thought you wouldn’t feel the same. Perhaps neither of you were as good at profiling as you thought.

Spencer rolled his lip between his teeth, growing self conscious in your lack of response. He sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it through his nose.

“I should not have said any of that.” He averted his gaze to the fire. “I don’t even know why I did. Jeez, I’m a moron. Please can you just pretended I didn’t…”

He trailed off when your hand cupped his chin and you turned him gently to look at you.

“Yes, you are a moron.” You smiled meekly. “But only because you missed what was right in front of you. How can you think I didn’t feel the same?”

His mouth fell open, your hand still on his jaw. He blinked rapidly as if trying to clear some kind of fog in his brain.

“You…I’m confused.” He frowned.

“Let me clear it up for you then.” You dropped your hand to your side but seconds later your lips crushed against his.

Spencer gasped at the sudden action, in a million years he never dreamed to actually feel your lips on his. And if he never got this chance again, he was going to make the most of it.

He raised his hands to cup your face and ran his tongue along your bottom lip, gently asking for passageway. You obliged by parting your lips enough for his tongue to slide inside.

You were quick to explore the contours of each other's mouths, both of your desperations evident in the way your teeth knocked together while you worked to find your rhythm.

One of his hands worked its way into the back of your hair and held you firmly as he deepened the kiss further. He pulled you into his lap and you manoeuvred yourself so you were straddling him, kneeling in the dirt either side of his hips.

He kept one hand cradling your head and the other moved down over your ribs. It dipped beneath the thick fabric of your hoodie, sandwiched between it and your shirt underneath.

You rocked in his lap, wrapping your arms tightly around neck. The friction caused him to moan languidly into your mouth and it wasn’t long before you felt him growing hard again.

When he pulled back and opened his eyes, his pupils were blown out, heavy with lust. He was begging you for more without the use of words, he removed one of your hands from around his neck and moved it between your bodies.

He placed your palm on his rapidly growing erection, rolling his swollen lip with his teeth whilst silently asking if this was okay. You smiled at him and your other hand joined it so you could pop the button of his shorts.

One hand wasted no time in diving straight into his boxers and wrapping around his shaft. You quickly tugged him free of the confines of both his shorts and underwear.

You sat back a little on your haunches to look down on him. You couldn’t hold back your lamentation as you surveyed every inch of him in your hand. He was long and thick, heavy against your palm. Honestly you hadn’t known what to expect, but it wasn’t this.

The vein that ran up the underside throbbed as you brushed your thumb over it and he bucked his hips when you moved it to rub over his swollen red tip. You slowly brought your fist all the way back down, squeezing his base whilst nestled in a bed of scratchy pubic hair.

You tore your eyes away from his crotch and looked up to meet his eyes. They held a hint of uncertainty, as though he was worried you wouldn’t like what you saw. Spencer never was blessed with body confidence, he was always too skinny or too tall or too gangly.

He wasn’t dumb though, he knew that particular appendage was above average. He didn’t have a wealth of sexual experience but he had enough to know that he was often a tight fit for most. But that didn’t stop him from feeling self conscious under your gaze.

The smile on your face and the glint in your eye was enough for him to know that you were pleased by what you’d seen and it allowed him to relax a little. He felt a wave of heat wash over him as your hand slowly started to move and it had nothing to do with his proximity to the fire.

He wriggled beneath you as you started moving your hand up and down, your thumb brushing over his sensitive head each time. A string of wanton moans left his lips and he was momentarily dumbfounded while you worked him, not able to do anything but sit and relish in this feeling.

Your petite hand couldn’t fit all the way around him but it didn’t make your movements any less mind blowing. He had never been touched like this before, with such a combination of care and desperation.

Once he got his brain working for long enough to think straight, he moved his hands towards the buttons of your pants. You didn’t let up on your ministrations while he got them undone, swiping your thumb through the precum collecting on his head.

He swiftly popped the buttons and his right hand dipped inside straight inside your panties. He moaned animalistically when he discovered how wet you were already, the sound dissipating out into the forest.

You kept eye contact with each other as his fingers slid between your legs, collecting your arousal before moving to settle on your needy clit. You whimpered as he rubbed the sensitive bud with two fingers, rocking against his hand whilst increasing your speed on his cock.

The sounds coming from the both of you were nothing short of feral and became eaten up by the vast woods surrounding you. You grinded against his hand while he flicked your nub deftly, eager to bring you to orgasm.

You returned the favour and matched his speed. The sounds of your arousal and his flesh against yours filled your ears. The fire continued to crackle behind you, casting you in an ethereal glow from where you perched on top of him.

His chest heaved and his stomach was coiling into thick knots. He wanted this to last forever but knew his orgasm was imminent. It had been all too long since someone had touched him so intimately and it would be impossible to stave off his release for too long.

But judging by the noises you were making, the sinful whines and moans leaving your parted lips and how frantically you bucked against his hand, he assumed you were in the same boat.

“Jesus, Reid,” you panted heavily. “Who knew you’d be so good at that?”

He couldn’t help but chuckle, increasing his speed even further as if to prove that point.

“Likewise.” He replied, whimpering as you swiped your thumb through more beads of precum.

“I’m so close.” You whined, throwing your head back to your shoulders.

“M-me too.” He stuttered, stomach clenching at the way you twisted your fist around his shaft.

Somewhere in the distance you heard a twig snap but paid it no attention. You kept your focus here on Spencer, on how he was making you feel and on how you were making him feel. But then you heard another crunch followed by a faint voice.

“Reid? Y/LN?” It called. “I see smoke! That has to be them!”

“Is that…?” Spencer frowned, breathing heavily.

“G-Garcia.” You mumbled.

“Fuck,” Spencer groaned, his frustration evident.

“Reid? Y/L/N? It’s Penny G, can you hear me, my loves?”

You and Spencer exchanged a look while you both stilled your movements at the same time. He kept his hand inside your panties while you held the base of his shaft limply. You felt dizzy, you were on the cusp of orgasm, about to fall over the ledge when Garcia’s voice had dragged you back from the brink. Looking at Spencer, he felt much the same.

“Y/L/N, Reid! We’re coming angels!”

“Oof,” Spencer groaned, cautiously withdrawing his hand from inside your pants. “Poor choice of words.”

You reluctantly let go of his shaft and crawled away from him while you both readjusted yourself and got your pants done up.

“Over here, Garcia.” You called, hoping she didn’t notice the way your voice shook.

Your body tingled, so close to release a soft breeze could get you there. Spencer pushed himself to his feet, legs shaking and reached out to help you up. He was tenting his shorts, unable to get the blood flowing elsewhere due to how close he’d been. He picked up his backpack and held it in front of him so Garcia wouldn’t notice.

Your underwear was soaked and sticky. You tried to adjust your stance so it was less uncomfortable but it was almost impossible. You could see three flashlights in the distance and the footsteps were growing closer.

Soon enough Garcia and two park rangers appeared through the thicket. If she noticed the flush of your cheeks she didn’t say anything. She immediately threw her arms around both of you, Spencer cloying to keep his bag as a barrier between himself and the bubbly blonde for fear she might feel his unyielding erection.

“Oh my sweet angels!” She cooed over you both. “Let's get you back to camp and get you warmed up and fed.”

You both silently agreed and let the rangers lead you back towards a clearing where their vehicle awaited you. Garcia hopped in the backseat first and Spencer held open the door for you, offering a meek smile as you passed him.

Perhaps it was for the best you’d been interrupted before you could go too far. Perhaps Garcia had inadvertently helped you dodge a bullet.

***

Several hours later after making it back to the camp and feasting on Rossi’s campfire soup and bread and whilst being wrapped in Garcia’s fluffy blankets, one by one the other members of the BAU retired for the night.

The fire was still dwindling as you perched on a log next to Spencer, silence deafening you once the two of you were alone. You watched the small flames flicker and dance in the soft breeze, soaking up the last of the summer evening before calling it a night yourself.

Before you did, you turned to face him to find he was already looking at you. He smiled softly, a little bashfully and you returned it. Words and emotions bubbled under the surface and neither one of you knew where to start.

“Some day, huh.” You shrugged, wrapping the blanket tighter around your body.

“It was certainly eye opening.” Spencer agreed.

“It was probably for the best that Garcia and those rangers found us when they did, right?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. Probably stopped us from doing something even more stupid.” Spencer chuckled nervously.

“Exactly.” You nodded, getting to your feet. Spencer did the same. “We can just pretend nothing happened. We were tired, probably a little dehydrated. The sun makes us do weird things.”

“Yeah, the sun.” He nodded too.

You swallowed thickly, giving him one last look before turning towards your tent. Spencer scuffed the toe of his converse on the ground and found himself speaking again without really meaning to.

“I mean…it would have been nice to at least finish. I’ve been kinda on edge ever since.”

You spun back to look at him and he looked so unsure of himself. His hands were in his pockets and his shoulders were pitched up to his ears.

“Uh, yeah same here.” You took a couple of tentative steps back towards him. “There’s no doubt I could go back to my tent right now and finish what we started alone but…”

“But your hand feels so much better than my own.” Spencer finished for you.

You both chuckled as you reached him again, letting go of your blanket and letting it fall to the floor so you wrap your arms around Spencer’s neck.

“It would just be a one time thing.” You whispered, your breath fanning across his face.

“Even though you don’t like casual sex.” He placed his hands on your hips.

“Even though I don’t like casual sex.” You repeated.

“We’re just…two colleagues helping each other.” Spencer smirked, inching his face closer to yours.

“And if anyone ever found out…”

“We’d blame the sun. Summer heat got to us.”

“Summer heat.” You agreed and with that he kissed you again, drawing you into his body whilst tugging you in the direction of his own tent.

Spencer had never been a fan of summer. But after today he may have been converted. And he was certain this summer heat between you would continue to smoulder through the seasons.

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Forever & a Day| chapter 1 : Where the waves meet

Setting: A Quiet Beach in Charleston , South Carolina — A Year Before They Officially Start Dating ;starts off July of 2019 after drew started shooting season 1 of obx.( I don’t think that’s when they started shooting but for my sanity and how I planned this out it is )

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A lot of old feelings resurfaced. And while they tried to play it cool, you could tell there was something there. History? Chemistry? Maybe both. The beach turned into more than just a relaxing spot—it became the place where the past and present collided in the most unexpected way.

It was a picture-perfect Charelston day��a serene, sun-kissed beach with the sound of waves crashing against the shore, the salty breeze ruffling through the air. The sky stretched out in a brilliant shade of blue, the horizon blurred in the distance where the ocean met the sky. Y/N Williams, 21 -year-old (almost 22) supermodel who had been living her life in front of cameras since she could walk, was finally taking a well-deserved break. The kind of break that didn’t come often enough.

The beach house, nestled on the quiet coast of charelston , was her home, having moved out of her parents house as soon as she graduate, not because she did not want to be around them but becase she wnated to have her own space to be her. It was her sanctuary—a place to escape the chaos of the fashion world. Her mother, Maliah, had taught her to love the sea, while her father, Austin, had always been her rock, showing her how to navigate life’s challenges.

For the next few days, Y/N, along with her closest friends, Hailey Bieber and Sofia Richie, were here to recharge before the new fashion seasons kicked off. They’d spent most of the day lounging in the sun, enjoying the sound of the ocean and the laughter that filled the air. The girls were only all together for a week before all getting thrown back into their normal routines. She had suggested that they come visit her hometown, knowing how grounding the beach was. Y/N was in her element—no makeup, no cameras, just the soft light of the afternoon sun and the soft, rhythmic pulse of the waves.

She had thrown on a simple bikini, her tan skin glowing with the golden warmth of the sun, her hair perfectly framing her face falling into the most perfect beachy waves, her natural hair. People say it's fake but thanks to her mother's genetics her tan stays all year long. She had the kind of effortless beauty that only came when she was far from the spotlight. They had just gotten back from the store, oppting for buying grocieries for the week instead of going out for meals. She stretched her legs out on the towel, content and peaceful as she closed her eyes, feeling the world slow down.

Hailey adjusted her oversized sunglasses and leaned back, her smile wide as she took in the view. " I still can't get over your face when I pulled into the trader joe's parking lot, it was truly pricless" Haliey starts. " What that car is like my baby, I just wanted to make sure she was in the right hands" Y/n states like its obvious. “This place will never not amaze me ” Hailey changes the subject.

Sofia, lounging on her stomach next to them, half her face hidden behind large round sunglasses, joined in with her signature sass. “Seriously, this is like apainting in real life. I need to get myself a place like this.” the girls have all been here before, but never at the same time. Having grown up modeling together, if you had at least one of them, another was attached at the hip. She had formed a sister like relationship with sofia and a very special bond with haliey.

Y/N smiled lazily, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. “It’s home,” she said, a fondness in her voice. “Nothing like a little south Carolina sunshine to reset.”

She let out a deep breath, feeling the weight of her busy life melt away for a moment. Here, she was just a girl by the ocean, no one to impress, no cameras in sight. Just the sound of the waves and the cool breeze.

Elsewhere, a little further down the beach, Drew Starkey was caught up in his own world. Drew, who had become a household name playing Rafe Cameron on Outer Banks, was just another guy on the beach, his damp hair still dripping from an earlier swim. He was playing a casual game of football with his younger brother, Logan, both of them laughing and teasing one another in the carefree way only siblings could. Drew, had ditched his shirt a while agoleaving him in navy swim shorts, his athletic frame moving fluidly as he chased after the ball.

“Catch me if you can, Logan!” Drew called over his shoulder with a grin, clearly relishing the competition.

Logan, not one to back down, smirked and darted after him. “You wish! I’m about to leave you in the dust!”

They sprinted across the beach, the friendly rivalry lighting up their faces. He moved with that confident, natural athleticism, but as they both ran for the ball, it took a sharp turn to the left, just out of their reach. Neitherof them had noticed how close they were getting to where Y/N and her friends were lounging.

Then, the inevitable happened.

Drew’s foot caught awkwardly on the sand. In a split second, his body lurched forward, and before he could regain his balance, he tumbled right into Y/N, crashing down on top of her with an audible thud. The world seemed to pause for a moment, and then a copious amount of sand flew everywhere, covering her and her towel.

Y/N’s eyes snapped open as she felt the unexpected weight land on top of her. “Oh my gosh… what the hell ......Wait Drew, is that you?” she gasped, the words tumbling out in shock. her mind was going crazy, how could it be, was it really him. the boy she had fallen in love with all those years ago. " who is Drew" Hailey moths to sofia, even though she knows who it is sofia just shrugs her shoulders trying to watch the scene in front of them unfold.

For a moment, time seemed to freeze. Drew was sprawled on top of her, blinking in disbelief. It had been years since they had seen eachother; he had heard how she was doing becuase his sister brooke, the two having been attached at the hip since they could talk , and the occasional instagram stalking whenever he found himself on the app; which was a very rare occassion. All those times they hung around eachother growing up became a distant memory once they both went thier seperate ways. The realization hit them both at the same time. Drew—her old childhood friend—was here. On top of her. At the beach behind he house , of all places. They hadn’t seen each other in years, not since they were kids, playing on the beach, their families spending summers together.

The last time Y/N had heard anything about Drew was from the his sister and that was not even a week ago. Y/n had called Brooke to let her know that she would be out of town with a few friends, but wanted to let her know that they needed to schedule lunch when she was bak in New York. Brooke and y/n saw eachother often, living in the city had it's perks. it allowed them to meet up when both there schedules allowed it. Y/n frequents New York Hvaing opted to buying her own place since Modeling Season caused her to frequent the city for shoots.

Drew scrambled off her quickly, his face turning red from embarrassment. “Oh my god, Y/N, I’m so sorry! I didn’t see you there!” he said, his voice a mixture of panic and humor. He ran a hand through his damp hair, still laughing nervously as he brushed the sand off his body.

Y/N, still in a daze, sat up and blinked a few times, processing the situation. A small, surprised laugh escaped her lips. “I mean, seriously, Drew?” She chuckled, shaking her head, trying to make sense of the fact that the Drew , was the one who had just crashed into her on her beach towel. “You couldn’t have picked a better landing spot?” she laughed.

Drew’s grin was sheepish, and he rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, clearly flustered. “Yeah, that was not my finest moment,” he admitted, looking up at her. “I was just—y’know, I got caught up in the game with Logan, and—uh, I misjudged the jump. I swear, I’m usually better at this.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow, brushing sand off her stomach as she laughed softly. “Well, I’ll give you credit for one thing. You gave me an unexpected exfoliation. So, thanks for that.”

Drew laughed, the sound rich and warm, as if the awkwardness of the moment was already starting to dissolve. “Hey, I’m nothing if not helpful,” he joked, feeling that familiar comfort between them starting to resurface.

Logan, who had been standing off to the side, watching the entire thing unfold, finally called out with a laugh. “Nice form, Drew! You definitely took her out with that one!”. Drew shot his brother a playful middle finger before turning back to Y/N. They fall into comfortable scilence before y/n begins to speak " Oh these are my friend'sHailey and sofia, they're here to unwind before our schedules get hectic again" y/n states ignoring the questioning stares she is getting from her friends.

He smiled at them, as the warmth of old memories bubbling to the surface. " it is nice to meet you guy's maybe not what you pictured your day to look like i presume" he laughs, the rest of them following suit lightening up the atmosphere. “Okay, seriously though, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t see you guys until I was already going for the ball.” His voice softened with sincerity, something that only a few people could get from him. “I hope I didn’t ruin your day or anything.”

Y/N couldn’t help but smile, her face softening. “You didn’t ruin anything,” she said, the warmth in her voice surprising even herself. She paused, then teasingly added, “But next time, maybe check before you launch yourself into the air?”

Hailey, who had been watching from a distance, called out playfully, “I hate to ruin, whatever this is but i'm not going to act like I am on the same page as sofia .” she laughs.

Sofia, with a raised eyebrow and a mischievous glint in her eyes, added, “Yeah, so you are going to have to catch Hailey up on everything, because i'm still a little lost on the whole Childhood friend lore”

Y/N flushed slightly, the color rising in her cheeks. She laughed, trying to keep things casual, but her eyes lingered on Drew for a beat longer than she intended. “We’ve known each other since we were kids,” she said quickly, shrugging it off. “Our families are close, his sister brooke, you guys rember brook and I are really close .”

Drew, noticing how Y/N’s gaze seemed to linger, raised an eyebrow. “Yeah, exactly. Old family friends. And now I’ve just made an unforgettable first impression. Perfect,” he said with a grin, trying to lighten the moment.

He glanced over at Logan, who was still laughing, and then at his parents, who had been watching from a distance. Drew turned back to Y/N, giving her a smile that carried the weight of the moment.

“Alright, well… I’m gonna go rescue my dignity and grab a drink. I totally owe you for this, Y/N,” he said, his tone light but sincere.

Y/N, still smiling, brushed the last of the sand off her towel. “hey don't worry, accident's happen Drew, it truly is no big deal.”

Drew’s grin widened as he gave her one last look. “You got it,it was nice well..... falling into you ” he said, before turning back toward his family, still laughing at himself.

Y/N watched him go, the familiar ache of nostalgia stirring deep inside her. It had been years since she’d seen him, but standing there in the soft glowof sun, it felt like no time had passed at all.

As Drew walked away, Hailey and Sofia exchanged a knowing look, clearly sensing something between them that Y/N hadn’t quite admitted to herself. Hailey leaned in with a smirk. “So… that didn’t seem like ‘nothing.’ that was not a "just friend's" encounter ?”

Sofia, always one to poke fun, grinned widely. “Yeah, I’m not buying that ‘old friends’ excuse. What’s the real story here, Y/N?”

Y/N chuckled, shaking her head, though the blush on her cheeks didn’t quite fade. She glanced out at Drew, who was now a few yards away, talking to Logan.

“I don’t know… I guess it’s just… good to see him again,” she said softly, her tone more thoughtful than she intended. She wasn’t sure if it was the familiarity or the unexpectedness of it all, but something inside her felt like it had just shifted.

The air between them was electric, even if she wasn’t quite ready to admit why.

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solar4seekstron · 2 months ago

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Ending 1: Optimus Prime

Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Megatrons Ending, Elita Ones Ending, B-127 Ending, Bonus+ Deadlocks Ending

Tf1!Optimus Prime x Cybertronian!GN!Reader

Y/N was in one of the towers. One currently a home for them and the others as the rebuild the city. Looking over Iacon as they let out a breath. Seeing the large city for the first time. They would close their optics as they think about how they first met Orion.

*Flashback-

When Orion was running from the superiors again and as the train was about to close. Y/N was the one to grab him by the arm and pull him into the train. Pushing him against the wall and a cervo over his mouth. The train closes and starts as the guards continue to run past the train.

Orion looked down at them surprised at their help. Once the coast is clear. They remove their hand and pats his shoulder.

”You know you should really be more careful with your turns.” they put their cervos on their hips. The other miners paid no mind to them as the two continue to speak.

”Uh yeah thanks for that. Thought I was a goner.”

”Well it looks like it won't be today.”

He looks at them for a moment before chuckling

“Heh thanks…. for that. I’m Pax. Orion Pax.”

”Name’s Y/N, one of the new miners. Just came here from another miner group since that group…..didn’t want me anymore….” The two shake hands as they both walk deeper into the train leaning against one of the crates as the continue their conversation

”Why?”

“Eh my boss was getting tired of the- messing around of the other bots so they moved me to where it might be “nicer” so I was pretty excited to meet the team!”

Orion stared at them for a moment and looked down. He then hesitates a bit to put his cervo on their shoulder before doing so and smiling down at them.

”Well welcome to the team Y/N. I’m sure Elita, our leader, will definitely like you. Oh how about I introduce you to my friend once we get there. I’m sure he’ll like the new member of our mining team. And he’s a total sweetheart to newcomers.”

Orion smiles half joking and Y/N lets out a small smile and a little chuckle.

”Thanks….Orion.”

*End of Flashback-

They would then feel a cervo on their shoulder startling them a little as they turn their head to the person

”Sorry…..Are you alright.”

”…No…We could’ve done so much good….but-“

Orion then cups their chin and has them look up at him. Giving them a warm smile as he speaks

”We did as much of what . But we have each other. I may be a prime but I still need you. Even with or without D-….Megatron... He will find his way. But We. Are in the here and now.” He grabs one of their cervos as his other went on the side of their upper arm

”I- I guess you’re…right.” There’s a moment of silence between the two

“Y/N I wish to confess something to you that I-….I have feelings for you.” Y/N was taken aback for a moment as they looked at him. Mostly that he now chose that he’ll confess now after everything and is now a Prime. Y/N only lightly chuckles

”Guess I’ve sort of always known there was something that drew me to you Ori-.. Optimus.”

The two stay in silence for a moment more before putting their foreheads together. As the two close their eyes

”Y/N. Would you-“ they placed a digit on his dermas stopping him.

”Yes Optimus..I’ll be your Conjunx Endura.”

”As you will be mine” Optimus responded as he sets his cervo on their waist. And Y/N sets their cervos on his shoulders.

The two would open their eyes as they stare at each other. Soon closing the gap and their dermas connect. Y/N wrapping their arms around his neck as one of his around their waist and his other hand at the back of their head. The sunshinning before them as they both take in the moment. Enjoying each other's embrace. At peace with their now new path as the sparks in both their chests glow together.

It’s the middle of the night for me so I wanted to post this. I couldn’t wait to share this with you guys. Luckily I was able to finish this today after finishing a couple requests from other people. I hope you all enjoyed this and I can’t wait to post Megatrons ending!! Ugh it’s going to be so good!!!!

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ilguna · 7 months ago

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☼ my tears ricochet pt2 (Finnick Odair) ☼

summary; it’s been six months since you were banished from district four. since then, you’ve been trying to lay low and keep your nose clean. one night, you and gale go to the local bar to wind down after a long week, and he helps you come to a realization that changes everything.

warnings; swearing, prostitution mention, alcohol, arson, death mention, mental health talk, torture.

wc; 6.5k

part one.

notes; hints of Gale slander but fish are friends not food!!

The July summer breeze feels nice against your hot skin, causing you to close your eyes to enjoy it properly. It’s even better this way. You reach back to lift the hair off your neck, which is slightly damp from sweat after working all day in the sun. A chill goes down your spine when the wind hits the spot just right.

There’s a lot of similarities between District Two and Four that you've come to notice over time, but the heat is not one of them. It’s very dry here, there’s a lot of desert and very little rain to sustain any real plant life. Any that do exist have already evolved to live off of practically no water. For miles, all you can see is dirt and half-dead bushes,

While back home, you’re located right on the coast, allowing for more rainy days than plain sunshine. The trees, grass and flowers are always fed and healthy. Even if it doesn’t rain, there are clouds to block the heat from beating on you, making every afternoon a pleasant one.

This weather difference alone isn’t enough to make you feel homesick, but there are so many other factors at play that contribute to it. When you first moved to District Two, you had a feeling that you’d never be able to get used to living here. It’s been six months since then, and you’re still a stranger when you walk the streets.

The only familiar thing—or rather, person—here is Gale.

Except, he isn’t from home. He’s not one of your childhood friends, or a neighbor from your previous neighborhood. You can’t talk to him about what could be going on since you got banished. He’s from District Twelve. The only thing you have in common is the fact that you’re both rebels.

You can’t even use your banishment as a way to bond with him, because he deserved what he got, and you were wrongly accused. While Finnick had framed you for allegedly giving the Peacekeepers your next steps—Gale had actually indirectly got Primrose Everdeen killed through one of the ideas that he developed with Beetee.

He might not have been the one to send out the bombs, because former President Alma Coin had to approve that order, but he was the one to suggest using it. Gale was desperate to win the rebellion at any cost, until he paid the biggest price.

There’s a good chance that Gale will never be able to go back to District Twelve after what he did. Especially since Katniss, Peeta and Haymitch have decided to stay and continue living there. Although, with how well things are going in Two with the volunteer work, it probably hasn’t crossed his mind.

It’s not exactly easy work. Most of the time, you don’t have enough time to be thinking about anything other than what your hands are doing. It’s mind-numbing in a good way, and usually you feel pretty accomplished by the end of the task.

The work deals with a lot of construction and beautification. Usually, you don’t get paid for it. Sometimes they’ll give out free lunch if it’s going to be a particularly long day of tearing down bricks and planting greenery. There’s been a few times where you’ve been so caught up in the work, that you went all night.

It’s gotten you a lot of recognition from the people that are native to Two, which is not what you’re striving for, but it’s nice to not have to worry about the hatred as much. When you first arrived at the train station six months ago, it was pretty clear that a lot of people held prejudice against you. Over time, they’ve gotten curious and have bothered you to ask what happened.

It takes a lot of explanation and convincing, but eventually they believe you. Or, at the very least, they take a neutral standpoint and choose not to pick a side entirely. You know that it’s a lot of he-said, she-said. It’s hard to know who’s telling the truth in a serious situation like that.

On one hand, it’d be nice to believe Finnick, because he’s the one that first came forward with the story. Plus, he’s been Panem’s darling for so long that it would be heinous for him to do something so selfish and seemingly out-of-character.

On the other, you have never done something so snake-ish ever. Everyone should know that if a situation like that happens, you would take the hit of being taken for the greater good. It’s your one life versus several. As terrifying as it would’ve been, you could’ve handled whatever the Capitol had to offer for you at that moment.

Of course, when you tell people the real side of the story, you take a massive hit for not telling the group when you had the chance before the sewers. The issue is that Finnick had been keeping a close eye on you, under the guise that he wanted to protect you, but also to ensure that your mouth stayed shut.

If you could go back and change the situation, you would.

“(L/n), (Y/n).” A woman calls.

You open your eyes, briefly being blinded by the sun while you turn to face Azalea. She’s the head director here in District Two for the volunteer work, she keeps everything very organized. It’s less stressful when she’s the one taking care of things for the day.

“Yes?” You ask, finding her at the front of the crowd.

She’s a short, blonde woman with tan skin. She holds up the clipboard, showing you the paper for a second. All you can gather is the fact that it’s a signup sheet, so you begin to move forward, carefully brushing past some of the workers in the process.

“What time did you get here today?” Azalea asks, once you’re in front of her.

“Um—“ You glance over your shoulder to search for Gale, because he’s the one with the watch. He keeps track of the time and when you go on break.

“Seven-twenty.” Gale says from beside you, making you jump slightly. “We both got here at that time.”

Azalea hums, writing that down in the time slot next to your names. You look over Gale, who you haven’t seen in a good fifteen minutes. There’s a smudge of dirt beneath his eye, so you lick your thumb, reaching to rub it away. He dodges your finger, face twisting in disgust.

“You look dirty.” You tell him, wiping the dirt off of his skin. “Stop being a baby, I’ve seen you eat a potato that touched the bar floor before.”

“It was expensive.”

“Are either of you available tomorrow for a paid job?” Azalea interrupts. “I’ve got a house call from Enobaria Golding that needs to be done, and no one is signing up for it.”

“What’s it for?” You ask.

“She’s turning Victor’s Village into a memorial, I believe she just needs help moving furniture around in some of the houses. As well as cleaning up the neighborhood’s fountain, loose leaves, and pavement.”

You look at Gale with raised eyebrows, his lips are pressed together. “What time?”

“Whenever you can, she thinks it’s going to be a three day job at the very least. She’s paying over a hundred per hour, it used to be lower, but got raised because it’s urgent.” Azalea looks between you two.

“I’m in.” You tell her, “We could have it done in three days.”

Gale sighs, “Yeah, sign me up too.”

She begins to write your names down on a separate paper. “Will it be a big deal if I close it, then? I don’t think I’ll be able to find others. No one’s keen on Enobaria.”

“That’s fine.” You agree, “I know her, we’ll get along. Is it a contract?”

“I can make it one.” Azalea nods. “Swing by later tonight, I’ll have it ready.”

“Sounds good, Azalea. Thank you.” You nod.

“Are we good to go?” Gale asks, beginning to take a step back.

“Yup. Be good, you two.” She points the end of her pen in the middle of you guys, and then turns her attention back to the group that’s waiting to sign out.

Gale takes charge on leading you out of the center square. With how tall he is and the aggressive look on his face, he clears a path faster than you can. Besides, no one wants to be more than three feet near him. And yes, that has to do with his own reputation.

“What’s your plan for tonight?” Gale asks over his shoulder.

“Well, since we’re probably going to get a late start tomorrow, I wouldn’t mind going to the bar tonight.” You raise your eyebrows.

He hums, “Right now?”

“Sure, why not?”

With that, Gale changes direction, heading for the good bar on the other side of District Two. When you first came here, you spent a lot of time bar hopping. In those weeks, you figured out that the fancy places were not, in fact, better. They were just more expensive.

It wasn’t until you found the dirty place on the corner of Upper Heights, did you realize that they charge less for better quality. The only perk of going to those higher-end places is the fact that you can brag that you went there. You don’t talk to many people outside of Gale, and he was the one you took with you.

Well, that’s not entirely right. You didn’t take him with you—he tagged along, despite knowing that he was unwelcome. You didn’t like him very much to begin with back in District Thirteen because you thought what he did to Peeta’s family was pretty shitty, so you tried to steer clear of him as much as possible. The way he acted during the Capitol storming just solidified your ideas.

When Gale heard that you were going to be staying in District Two, he attached to you. You tried several different ways to get him to leave you alone, ranging from practically verbally abusing him to flat out ignoring. He didn’t care, he was ready for whatever you had to throw at him.

It eventually hit the point where you figured that you might as well deal with him. At the time, it would’ve been easier to put up with Gale than to try and convince someone that you were worthy of a conversation. He was an ass to put up with, and you caught yourself wondering how Katniss hung around him for so long.

In the end, it worked out. You and Gale can talk to each other without arguing. You two have a lot more in common than you originally thought, too. Although, some of his ideas are questionable, and you usually have to stop him from talking to keep that peaceful state.

“I’m surprised you want to drink so early.” Gale remarks.

“It’s almost eight o’clock.” You reason, motioning to the sky. “It’s not my fault it’s still bright out.”

The sun is slowly setting on the horizon, getting ready to say goodbye for the night. Which is good, because you’re tired of the heat. Unfortunately, it’ll still be warm out, even with the flaming ball in the sky gone. At least the bar has air conditioning.

Gale reaches for the handle, pulling the door open. He holds it for you as you enter first, allowing you to choose where to sit tonight. You head for the table in the corner, the one that lets you have a perfect view of the entire room, and a quick escape for the door.

Gale begrudgingly takes his jacket off and sets it on the chair that has its back to the room. “Your usual?”

“Yes, and water, please.” You tell him, reaching for your wallet. “I’ll pay for the first round. We can alternate tonight.”

Gale holds his hand out, watching as you drop the cash in his hand. He counts it as he walks away, heading for the bar top. You watch as he and the bartender go back and forth as the drinks are made. A minute later, Gale comes over, placing the glasses on the table.

You start with the water, parched. They provide water, but they keep the bottles to recycle them, even if you aren’t finished with what’s inside. Once half the cup is empty, you start on your mixed drink, watching as Gale takes a sip of straight brown liquor.

“Do you remember what Azalea was saying about next week?” You ask, watching as Gale’s face twists.

“You mean the beach clean up?” Gale asks.

“Yeah, she said District Four, right?”

“I think. And whatever else is beside it. They’ve got their own coordinators over there, so they aren’t taking volunteers. Trust me, I tried.”

“They would’ve denied me, anyway.” You roll your eyes.

“I don’t know, Azalea hesitated. She said that we’d be useful, but the deadline passed a couple days ago.”

“Any victors going?” You ask.

He scoffs, “No, the last I heard, everyone’s hands off.”

You hum, resting your head on your hand. You get about the same information that Gale does when it comes to the victors, usually in snippets.

Enobaria’s here, obviously, in District Two. You didn’t know that she was doing a memorial for the Two victors until today, which is nice of her. You can’t imagine how hard it is to be the only surviving victor of a district. Especially since Lyme was alive for the rebellion, but got killed during the storming of the Capitol.

Speaking of which, Beetee’s working in the heart of it under Commander Paylor. You’re not sure what he’s doing exactly, likely something with electronics or the defense system, if you had to guess. All you know is that he was able to resume basically what he had been before, this time for a better cause.

As for Katniss, there’s a lot of mixed news on her. Some say that she’s doing over-the-phone therapy appointments with Doctor Aurelius, mandated by Paylor to assess Katniss’s state of mind periodically after the assassination of former President Snow. Others tell you that she’s been skipping calls and hasn’t been out of her house in who-knows how long.

After everything that happened, you just hope that she's doing okay.

Peeta is doing his own sessions, also with Doctor Aurelius. Except, he’s not in Twelve, he’s still stationed in the Capitol for the time being. There’s a lot of progress regarding the hijacking, but it’s hard to know for sure if permanent damage hasn’t been done. And they can’t really test that out, either.

Haymitch… could honestly be anywhere. You heard he was forced to attend rehab in District Thirteen a second time, getting him completely sober. He’s fallen off the map since then, so your best guess is that he’s still there. You know post-war that he began to struggle with his sobriety after losing so many longtime friends.

This brings you to the few people that you could care less about. Starting with Johanna, she’s in District Seven, enjoying her life. She isn’t doing anything of importance, just wasting away in her own victor house, letting people wait on her. They tried to get Doctor Aurelius to rope her in, but she’s resilient. She doesn’t care about bettering herself, even though it’s pretty needed after the torture.

Annie Cresta is living in District Four, right alongside your ex-boyfriend and traitor, Finnick Odair. You don’t get much information on them, and it has to do with the fact that you get pissed off at the sound of their success. From your understanding, they live guilt-free and happy in their mansions, sleeping in their own beds.

When you ask for updates regarding Four, it’s a hit or miss if you get anything of importance. For example, they could tell you that fishing’s down, and it has been for the past couple weeks. Or, they’ll lay it on heavy, by telling you that your childhood home and your victor home are nothing but foundation.

You remember how dark the world became when you heard the news. Finnick told you on that runway in City Circle that they’d burnt your victor house down, something that you’d be able to live with. It didn’t have the prized possessions of your parents and siblings, or the pictures that captured you growing up. The only physical memory of the family you once had.

Apparently, not long after Finnick returned to Four, they’d set your home ablaze, too.

A part of you wonders whether or not that was encouraged by him. God forbid if you ever find out that’s the case. You might not be very threatening now, but nothing will stand in the way between your fists and his face if he told them to take away your last safe haven in Panem.

Anyway, when you were told the news about your childhood home, it almost became your breaking point. You’d been in Two for about three weeks at that point, and you were in no sound state to hear something so heavy. Especially on top of everything else that had been happening in the last year.

“Tomorrow’s July fourth.” Gale says, kinda changing the topic.

“Reaping Day.” You agree, nodding, taking another sip of your drink. “This will be the first year where a Hunger Games hasn’t taken place in Seventy-Six years.”

Gale stares off at the bar for a couple of quiet seconds. “What was it like being a victor?”

“Was?” You repeat. “You act like that’s a title that’s been taken away. I am a victor.”

He rolls his eyes. “You know what I mean.”

“Still.” You mutter. “I don’t know, what was it like being a worker in the mines?”

Gale’s face scrunches up. “You’re really comparing my district work to victor life?”

“I’m not saying district work isn’t hard or dangerous, especially with the mining stories that you were telling me. However, only one of us has been reaped twice and fought in both Hunger Games.” You remind him. “I have killed more than six people on purpose with three indirect kills following that.”

“You act like that’s something to brag about.” He squints at you.

“I’m not saying it is. All I’m saying is that victor life isn’t easy, either. And if you need an example, take Annie Cresta.”

“Annie Cresta is an anomaly.”

“But Katniss isn’t.” You raise your eyebrows. “I bet she had PTSD following her Games, and couldn’t hold a bow without remembering what she used it for inside of the arena.”

Gale makes a face, tilting his head. “You’re not wrong.”

You raise your hand in his direction, because you knew you weren’t wrong. “Anyway, to answer your question—before the rebellion, there were hard parts and there were easy parts. Especially when it came to mentoring.”

His eyes land back on you. “How was that?”

“A nightmare.” You tell him. “There’s a reason why a lot of the victors ended up like Haymitch. Or addicted or morphling.” You swish the ice around in your glass.

“I’ll grab the next round.” Gale reaches for your cup, you move your hand.

“Thanks.”

He slides off his chair, heading away. With the questions he’s asking, you’re going to be drinking the entire night. He’s never been interested in victor life before, but you suppose there wasn’t a lot of opportunity to ask questions with Katniss. Besides, she’s not nearly as experienced as you are in that area.

He could ask you anything about the Capitol, and you’d have an answer for him. There was one point in your career where you had to be studying their mannerisms because Snow was getting ready to put you on the chopping block. Your victory almost completely outshone Finnick’s, you were going to be his ticket out of the prostitution industry, but your popularity died quickly.

For what reason, you’re not sure. All you know is that Snow sent you an ‘I regret to inform you…’ letter, telling you that you’ve been shelved. As if that was supposed to be upsetting, instead of relieving. You even remember crying in your room, praising whatever intervened and saved you.

When Gale comes back, he’s got more questions, “Wasn’t there good aspects about it, too?”

Your face twists as you take the first sip of your drink. “I guess. Besides the money and the house, we were free to do basically what we wanted in the Capitol, in moderation.”

“You weren’t trapped inside of the Tribute Center?” He asks, eyebrows raised.

“No,” You scoff, “We were anything but trapped. We were encouraged to enjoy what the Capitol had to offer, we were walking advertisements of the Hunger Games. I didn’t take advantage of it though, I’d only been on them a couple times before the Quarter Quell.”

“Why?”

“They couldn’t just set us free, obviously. They had to keep an eye on us somehow, and that was done through the street cameras. They’re everywhere.” You shake your head. “I mean, you can’t go a single block without them.”

Gale pauses, putting his glass back down on the table. “Were they on the street when we were passing through?”

“Yeah, of course. The cameras are less frequent on the outskirts because there’s not a lot of crime in the Capitol, but they exist. It gets more difficult around the President’s Mansion because that’s a huge security risk.”

Gale stares at you, unmoving.

You look over his face, and then down to his drink. “What?”

“Are you hearing yourself?” He asks.

“Yeah?”

Gale smiles a little bit. “Never mind. What was your favorite thing to do in the Capitol?”

“It had to be the bars, or the clubs. I couldn’t go to very many of them, though. Which meant that I spent a lot of time in cafe’s.”

“Why couldn’t you go to clubs?”

“Finnick, mostly. He was a darling.” You rub the rim of your glass. When you look up at Gale, you raise your eyebrows. “You know, the whole prostitution thing. They always knew where he was because of the cameras. I’m lucky I never got pulled in. I came close several times.”

Gale presses his lips together. “They’d watch the street through the camera?”

“Yup, and they’d send high officials to our location to steal Finnick for the night, because he couldn’t say no. They could even play the footage back to see where we were coming from.”

“How far back?”

Your eyes wander away from his face. “I’m not entirely sure.” You lean back in the chair. “I mean, the Capitol used to pull footage from a year before of the victors to prove there were fashion trends.”

“So you’re telling me that they have footage of the streets from a year ago? Or at least, six months ago?” Gale presses.

“They should. I don’t know what good it would do now.” You tell him, locking eyes with him.

Gale doesn’t say anything, staring at you intensely. You open your mouth to ask what’s wrong with him, but end up sealing your lips, eyes narrowing in his direction. He does this to you sometimes when you’re missing a piece of a puzzle, and he’ll refuse to tell you what it is because he wants you to work it out.

It has to do with the cameras in the Capitol, because that’s what he’d been asking about. It’s such an insignificant detail, you’re not sure why he’s hung up on it. He had to have known there were cameras, that’s how they kept track of where you were in the sewers. If they hadn’t already known where you’d be going, of course.

The Peacekeepers found you on the street, thanks to those cameras. They probably even planned it down to the second to make sure that you were out of sight, in case any of the others came out of the apartment complex to look for you. Just like how they’d done to you and Finnick before…

You jerk upright, eyes widening as you watch Gale break into a smile. “Oh my god, there might be footage of Finnick and I on the street. And it might even have audio.”

“I was wondering when you’d get it.” He laughs.

You look around the bar, searching for the clock to find the time. It’s almost nine o’clock, the Justice Building closes at nine-thirty. Since it’s Friday, it’ll be closed through the weekend, unless there’s an emergency. And they won’t count your situation as one.

“I need to go.” You tell Gale, sliding off your chair, pulling your jacket over your arm. “I have to speak to Mayor Sybil.”

“Right now?” Gale asks, face twisting.

“Yes, right now.” You tell him. “I’ll meet you back at the house.”

You head for the door in a rush, just barely getting the gap open wide enough for you to slip through before you’re running down the street. The Justice Building is on the other side of the town, where Azalea organizes the volunteers. You know it's a fairly long walk but you’ve never had to run there before.

You clutch the jacket to your chest, one arm pumping viciously at your side. You try your best to maneuver through the main and side streets of Upper Heights. Unfortunately, it’s not late enough for the town to be empty, especially not since it’s leading into the weekend. You receive several stares, people fully stopping to watch you run by, and heads turning at the sound of your feet crunching against gravel and cobblestone.

You try to keep your breathing as even as you can, remembering the rigorous training for the Quarter Quell that Mags put you through. She knew better than anyone what to expect. If it weren’t for her, you would’ve been unprepared.

The run feels like forever, but can’t be anymore than fifteen minutes—maybe twenty at the most. The second you see the Justice Building, a smaller boost of energy enters your system, and it’s the last push you need to make it to the doors in time. Right before the receptionist tries to lock it.

Her key is in the door when you push it open, gasping for air, wiping the sweat from your eyes. The cool air from the vent hits you in the face, easing the burning pain in your face.

“Excuse me.” The receptionist says, her face is twisted. “We’re closed for the night.”

You shake your head, breathing through your mouth as you look up at the clock on the wall, which is right above a bench. Good, you need to sit down, or you’re going to lay on the tile floor. You bet that it’s cold.

“You don’t close…” You manage to get out, trailing off for a few breaths. “For another ten minutes.”

She presses her lips together. “We’ve had a slow day, so we’re closing early today.”

“This is urgent.” You breathe. “I need to see Mayor Sybil.”

“You can come back and visit her on Monday.”

“Respectfully, that’s not happening.” You tell the receptionist. “We can waste time arguing, or you can just bring me to her.”

She glares at you, but starts walking down the hallway, presumably to the mayor. You get off the bench, following her. It’s a fairly quiet walk, if you tune out the stomping of her heels against the floor. And the occasional annoyed sigh.

She stops in front of the mayor’s door, knocking on the wood next to the crystal glass as a courtesy, before swinging the door open without permission to enter.

Mayor Sybil must be used to this, or doesn’t care. She looks up from her rectangular glasses with raised eyebrows. She looks between you two for just a moment, and then a little smile comes to her face as she gets to her feet.

“Miss (L/n), to what do I owe this pleasure, tonight?” She asks.

“I’ve been wrongly accused.” You tell her, stepping inside of the room. You drop your jacket onto the chair in front of her desk. “And there’s proof.”

Sybil winces, beginning to tilt her head, which means she’s going to start doubting you, and you don’t necessarily blame her. For the longest time, you’d come to the Justice Building and beg for them to reconsider. Sybil knows your routine by now.

“Listen, (Y/n), you know—” She starts.

“No.” You cut her off, glancing at the receptionist. “I need to speak to Sybil in private.” You tell her, just before closing the door in her face. “Sybil, the Capitol has cameras on the street.”

When you look at her, you can see that she’s placed her glasses on the top of her head, rubbing her nose. “Go on.”

“The cameras should’ve caught the conversation between Finnick and the Peacekeepers, and there’s going to be audio to go along with it.” You pull out the chair, stepping around the arm to sit down. “Will you please get Paylor on the phone?”

“Promise me this isn’t a waste of time.” She says, sighing.

“I promise I’m not wasting your time.” You tell her.

—

“If I were you, I’d put the guns down.” Finnick advised in a calm, collected voice. “It wouldn’t be a very good idea to kill us on the street, unless you want to alert the people we’re with, of course. It could give them a good running head start.”

There was a tense silence that passed between you and Finnick and the Peacekeepers that had just evacuated the truck, large guns in their hands. Although, it’s not entirely obvious through the playback, because your faces are hidden from the camera because of the angle it’s sitting at. You have a perfect view of the Peacekeepers, though.

“Who says we have orders to kill you?” The Peacekeeper shoots back. “We have orders from President Snow to take you by any means necessary.”

“That’s not a good idea, either.” Finnick’s voice is smug. You remember the smirk that was on his face. “If you try to take us by force, we’ll make sure our companions are aware you’re out here. Same cards dealt.”

You watch your past self shift nervously on her feet, shaking her head. Finnick doesn’t move from where he stands, arms still raised in the air. The Peacekeepers begin to create a half-circle around you two, because it was more important to bring some back to the mansion, instead of being empty handed.

“We can make a deal.” Finnick offered cooly, “If you’re willing to make one.”

“Like what?” The Peacekeeper humored him.

“I can tell you where you can catch all of us together.” He told them plainly. “We figured out there are too many Pods here on the street, because we have a device. We plan on going down into the sewers to evade the Pods. The best time to come and get us would be then, because it’s going to be a maze down there. And you’ll have the advantage.”

There’s a few gasps that fill the room you’re sitting in. Your face begins to twist, eyes focusing on the screen. Your past self lowers her arms, in the middle of realizing that Finnick is selling your group of friends out to save himself. And less importantly, you.

If only the people around you could see the horror that crossed your face in that moment. As you stood there hopelessly. It was too late to stop Finnick or save the situation. What could you do? Kill the Peacekeepers all by yourself? Claim Finnick was lying?

For six months, you’ve been blamed for being a bystander if what you were claiming about Finnick was true, but it was never that simple. They would stand there dumbfounded, too.

“As long as you don’t interfere before we get to the apartment and down in the sewers, we won’t tell the squad about this encounter.” Finnick told them, keeping control of the situation. He lowered his arms, but you didn’t dare to move, watching as he held out his hand to shake the Peacekeeper’s, wanting to seal the deal.

In complete silence, they shake hands. “Let’s pack up and roll back to Headquarters.” The main Peacekeeper told the others, not bothering to acknowledge the conversation he’d just had with Finnick.

The two of you stood there and watched as they all got back inside of the armored truck, before driving down the block. They took the soonest left, and disappeared out of sight completely. It wasn’t until you were sure that they were gone, did you lower your arms.

Finnick began to lead the way back to the apartment, a gentle hand on your lower back to guide you down the sidewalk. After five minutes of total silence, he cleared his throat. “I won’t let anything happen to you.”

The camera angle changes because you’re leaving the view of the first one, and the audio is getting quieter. There’s a gap of silence as the microphone struggles to pick up the conversation, meaning it misses your entire response. Which consisted of something snarky and along the lines of, “What about them?”

The audio comes back in time to catch Finnick. “Don’t say anything to them about what happened. It’ll screw everything up, and put us back into danger.”

You tear your eyes from the television, swiveling around in your chair to find Finnick sitting across the room. All the color has been drained from his skin, face dropped entirely as his truth spills out. And this is only the beginning.

Finnick’s eyes flicker over to yours, you see that they’re watery. A smile comes to your face when you shake your head at him. This won’t work on you. You have no sympathy for the man that lied and got you shunned from the community of your home district.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You snapped at Finnick, disgusted. “They’re our friends, we’re supposed to be a team! We wouldn’t have made it this far without them!”

“This is what has to be done if you want to make it home.” Finnick told you. “We don’t have a choice. Now that they know where we’re going next, there’s no point in changing plans. The sewers are our best bet.”

“That’s not true anymore.” You seethed. “We’re over, Finnick. I can’t be with you.”

You raised your hand, waving him off when he tried to grab you. He let you take the first couple of steps away, and then loosely followed you from a distance to make sure he wouldn’t set you off. The camera follows you back to the apartment complex, where you go inside, and the feed ends.

You look around the room from person to person, finding most with solemn faces as they realize they trusted the wrong victor. President Paylor inhales, as if she’s going to speak, and then she lets it go with a shake of her head.

Even Plutarch has a grimace on his face, because this is not how they want to picture their darling Finnick Odair. After the sacrifice he made by telling Panem about his trauma, he should not be painted in this light.

“It’s not tampered with.” Beetee breaks the silence, adjusting his glasses. “If any of you were wondering. It couldn’t have been, this is raw footage straight from the Capitol’s systems.” He laces his fingers in front of him on the table.

“I want this aired.” You tell Paylor, she locks eyes with you. “I want the entirety of Panem to know that Finnick is the heartless asshole that sold out the Star Squad, and that it wasn’t me.”

“I don’t think that’s necessary.” She tells you.

“Why’s that?” You ask her, eyebrow twitching upward briefly.

“There was no harm done.”

A scoff leaves your mouth as you get to your feet, trying to be the same eye level as her, since she refused to sit in a chair. “No harm done?” You repeat. “Are you sure? His lies were aired on Katniss’s trial. Everyone in Panem was tuned in to hear it. He humiliated me, and none of you would fucking believe me when I told you the truth.”

“Unfortunately—“ Plutarch begins, trying to help Paylor.

“I got cast out of District Four, the place that I—“ You tap your fingers to your chest multiple times, “was born and raised in. My people think that I’m some monstrous traitor. They didn’t feel safe with me there. This whole time they’ve been sleeping beside a killer.” you spit.

“That’s enough.” Finnick says.

You point at him, eyes sharp. “You don’t get to decide when it’s enough. You’ve had plenty of chances—plenty of time—to come clean, and you know what you said? You told me, ‘It was the right move to make’. You make me fucking sick.”

Finnick raises his hands defensively. “You could’ve said something, yourself.”

“If I wasn’t so afraid that you were going to turn on me, too, I would’ve.” You snap. When you turn back to face Paylor, you tilt your head. “You sent me to District Two, where all your castaways go. There, I learned that my childhood home was burnt to the fucking foundation because they believed him.

“Would you consider that ‘no harm done’?” You ask her. “I didn’t get any of my belongings after the war, because you told me that my valuables weren’t urgent or important and that you’d ’get around to it’. I don’t have any pictures of my dead family, Paylor!”

The room is silenced again as you breathe heavily, trying to blink the rising tears from your eyes. You will not cry over this. You will not cry in front of any of them. They can’t see how desperate you are.

“I have the right to a trial.” You tell her, once the lump has left your throat. “And I want one. I want Finnick to be put on trial. His guidance murdered several members of the Star Squad.” You look at Finnick. “Messalla, Jackson, Castor, Homes and Leeg were lost in the sewers because of him.”

Haymitch, who’s standing in the very back corner, looking worse for wear, lets out a loud sigh. “She’s right. Finnick needs to be held accountable.”

“Thank you, Haymitch.” You relax.

Paylor looks down at the ground, closes her eyes and says, “Finnick Odair is now in the custody of the Capitol for his interference with Project: Mockingjay.”

“Paylor.” Finnick tries to reason, but her guards move forward immediately, cuffs in hand.

“I told you that you’d regret this.” You say to Finnick, his face twists. “Your actions have consequences, and it’s time you learn that.”

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sunflowervoltwentyeight · 10 months ago

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Happy 28th! Here is my March 2024 fic rec, organized by word count, from longest to shortest. You can view my other fic recs here. Enjoy!

Sunshine, Baby! by staybeautiful / @harruandlou (106k)

Louis was the first one down the row for their group. If he hadn’t been they would have never met.

He was turned around, walking backwards and saying to Liam, “No, I’ll get you to a real footie match next,” when he bumped into someone.

“Oops,” Louis laughed, tripping over his own feet. A hand curled around his upper arm as he nearly fell over the seat in front of him. “Sorry about that, mate.”

He turned around, still teetering in his vans, to apologize again, but the words dried in his throat. Another hand gripped his other elbow, steadying him, but all Louis could see were green eyes and dimples.

“Hi,” the man laughed, a bright, bubbling sound. “Are you okay?”

Or Louis is in his first year of law school, Harry is a junior on the swim team dreaming of the Olympics, and they both agree that they don't have time for anything more than friends with benefits... right?

Follow Your Arrow by Anonymous (78k)

Harry was the golden child, blessed in every way; Niall was the charming miscreant, a bad boy; Liam was the future-son-in-law parents of daughters dreamt of, and Zayn was the kid parents wished was their son. But Louis, Harry thought, Louis was the special one.

It's senior year and everything is about to change.

Where We Landed by blueskiesrry / @blueskiesrry (70k)

The leaves were green the last time Harry stepped foot in Holmes Chapel, a stark contrast to the candy apple, butterscotch painting them now, years later. Harry first notices them on the train, gazing out the window with a downturned mouth. A warm something floods his stomach–memories, Harry imagines, of him as a boy, longing for the days when he’d live elsewhere and have to take this very train home for the holidays. He wonders how it’s possible to have once felt eager and euphoric at the sight of changing leaves yet now to feel nothing but tired. He sighs softly, turning away from the trees to look at his daughter, half-curled in his lap, asleep.

or: harry returns to his hometown with his sick daughter and more reminders than he bargained for of the boy he once loved when he left a handful of years ago

You'll Always Find Your Way Back Home by styleandsin / @styleandsin (43k)

Now, as he’s standing in the doorway, he’s trying not to get choked up. He hadn’t realized how much he missed this: the smell of his mother’s baking, the sounds of each of his family members, the sight of some of his old toys scattered about the foyer where his littlest siblings had presumably left them. All these things scream home, and he hadn’t felt at home since he left this house eight years ago.

Louis needs a break from everything, from acting and the constant pressure of life in LA. He decides to move back home for a bit, some time with his family is exactly what can lift his spirits. What he doesn't expect is to fall in love. Both with the town he hated so much so that he couldn't wait to leave it years ago and with a curly haired florist that was the complete opposite of the guys he'd often meet in LA.

Something About Liminal Spaces by kingsofeverything / @kingsofeverything (34k)

Searching for inspiration for his latest book, and hoping distance will help heal his broken heart, Louis Tomlinson heads to the village of Piha on the west coast of New Zealand’s north island.

There he meets Harry Styles.

Fifteen years older than Harry, Louis tries to keep his distance, but Harry is impossible to avoid and harder to ignore.

At Risk, I Fold by clare328 / @bearmustard (15k)

2015 is a stream of hotel rooms and whisky on the rocks, tired glances and touching hands under tables. It’s the bears and the bees under a rainbow sky, and Harry and Louis have to figure out how to grow up together, instead of apart.

Wedding Bells Will Never Ring For Me by lousmoonshine / @lousmoonshine (14k)

After a failed proposal a few years back, Louis gets an unexpected invitation to his ex - Harry’s – wedding

Some Kind of Night Into Your Darkness (Colors Your Eyes With What's Not There) by larryismylifesource (5k)

Harry’s body buzzes with heat, like a current underneath his skin, because it’s been too long and his husband is right here and for once they have no obligations other than each other and he just wants.

“Lou.”

And Louis must sense it, the way the atmosphere shifts against him, the way Harry’s eyes get all big and dark with need, because he meets Harry’s gaze and then yanks him down for another kiss.

or, the boys get a day off in the middle of tour and harry and louis use it to their advantage

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 2 years ago

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lover (jake seresin pt. 11/12)

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PLOT: Penny Benjamin’s niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader (Sunshine)

It goes without saying but I do not give permission for anyone to use my work or copy it somewhere else.

A/N: Surprise! Two chapters in 24 hours! I couldn't stop writing so <3 We're almost to the end here but if you want to see snippets of the couple, send in some requests! Don't forget that this is part of a Universe so you'll see these two in the other stories of the Whatever This Is Universe!

Jake turns you around, open palms pressing against the flesh of your hipbones to head toward the door into Penny’s home. You follow him with ease, falling into lazy steps at his side as you slip into the house. “Oh,” you reach out, going to grab your vase of florals when Jake stops you lightly.

“How about we wait until morning to grab those Sunshine? Don’t want to drop them on the walk home,” his voice is low, deep in your ear as his front presses against your back. The weight of him feels familiar as he takes deep and steady breaths, it shoots electricity through your nerves. You nod shyly in agreement and turn, tucking back into his embrace.

“You’re right,” you nod, drunkenly mumbling and he smiles gently. Holding you snug against him, Jake turns to say goodnight to your aunt.

“You take care of her,” Penny’s words sound threatening but there’s a warmth in her eyes as she takes in the couple in front of her. She knows the feelings the two of you have for each other, knows that she sees so much of who Mav became to her in the way you speak to each other. She’s forgiving to an extent, praying that Jake does things the right way this time.

You lean back, stumbling only slightly as you stabilize and slide your fingertips over his biceps before collecting his large hand in yours. You nod to the entry way, not noticing the flush speckling over Jake’s cheeks when he gnaws on his bottom lip at the site of you. You move as one unit together through the front door and down the porch.

It’s quiet in the streets of North Island, the crickets and the hum of the streetlamps mixing with the calm lapping of the waves crashing along the sandy beach ahead of you. Jake matches your slow footsteps, letting you set the pace to get home. He hopes you’ll slow even more, stumble slightly so that he can have more time with your hand clenched in his. He misses the feeling of your thumb dragging along the heel of his palm, soothing a tension there he didn’t even know was present.

You stop suddenly and he’s too lost in his own train of thought to notice at first, until your arm is tugging him to turn around. He takes in the frown melting on your face, the glossy look of your lips as your tongue sticks out. He can’t tell if you’re going to cry or if you’re deep in concentration…perhaps it’s both as you pant your feet firmly into the pavement of the sidewalk.

“What’s wrong?”

“You almost died?” your whimper echoes across the empty street, sniffling back the wet snot from your senses. Flashes of his words rush through your mind again, that he’d had a scary event during one of their exercises and it brings up a wave of nausea up through your stomach. The emotional wave of everything that had happened over the last few weeks since the morning you woke up without Jake came crashing down on top of you and tears began to stream down your warm cheeks.

“Oh Sunshine,” Jake rushes forward, collecting you in his arms tightly. His hand scoops the back of your head, tugging you so that your forehead rested in the crux of his neck while he sweetly rubbed your back. He cooed, “I’m okay…I’m here.”

“How could you almost die on me without us fixing everything?” you whined, nose nuzzling against the column of his neck. If you weren’t so upset, he’d enjoy the feeling of your lashes giving him butterfly kisses along his skin. He smelled like a fresh mint julep on a summer’s day mixed with the smoky scent of a campfire and you snuggled closer to the heat he provided.

“I’m never leaving you again,” he murmurs into the crown of your head, meaning it with all his heart. “Not unless you want me to go.” You spend a few more minutes hugging under the orange glow of the street lamp and pull back, wiping your eyes. If you were tired before, exhaustion now seeped into your soul as you settled back into a steady pace. You reached your home before you knew it and a silence fell over the two of you as you held his hand still, moving up the steps to the front door. You turn around, staring down at him for a few moments with uncertainty.

Jake didn’t want to risk it, didn’t want to lose all the progress he had gained in the last few hours. He would take what he could get, take things at a snail’s pace if you asked it of him until he could earn back your trust and deserve you. You stared down at him with a blooming of anxiety blossoming in your chest. The small and drunken voice in the back of your mind begged you to ask him inside, ask him to kiss away all the pain of the last few weeks. Could you truly let him back in though? And if you did, would he stay this time? You weren’t sure you were ready to find out. You stared at him with an intensity, wondering what was going on inside of his beautiful brain.

“I should,” Jake clears his throat and glances down the street, starting to count the miles it would take to get back to his home from here. “I should head home.” He turns back to you, going week in the knees as you stare back at him with a wide eyed and starry gaze. Your eyes sparkled as you searched his face, narrowing as you reached out to touch his cheek tenderly.

“Do…” you take a deep and shaky breath, “Do you want to come in?” The question feels guarded and he doesn’t blame you after all that’s happened. He hesitates, afraid to let you down. Afraid to say or do the wrong thing again. But Jake Seresin is stronger this time. He’s learned from his mistakes and knows this time to say what he truly wants to say.

“Are you sure?” he sounds small, his voice wobbling as he takes a step up to get closer to you. He’s open, vulnerable in a way that makes your heart melt.

“As long as you’re still here when you wake up in the morning,” you replied, lacing your fingers together again and squeezing it reassuringly. He could feel your hands tremble and he leans forward, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I promise.”

You take his word, breath him in and press your lips to his slowly. He gasps slightly, moving his mouth against yours with a meticulous passion. His hands wind in your hair, tugging at the nape of your neck as he steps up again to tower over you. Your hands circle his waist, resting against his bum as you pull him closer to you and moan lightly.

Pulling away slowly, you sway a little from the daze of his presence. Staring up at him through your lashes, you lead him through the front door of your home. Through the dark living room and down the hallway, you make your way to your bedroom. He rounds the bed, tugging down the comforter and staring at you while you shed your shirt, discarding it before your skirt pools at your feet. He watches as you climb beneath the sheets before stripping down to his briefs and joining you beneath the covers.

“Please don’t leave,” your voice echoes in the safety of the darkness, afraid suddenly of this being a dream. That you would close your eyes and he would be gone.

He crawls in beside you, hauling you into his strong arms and securing you against his chest. You settle against him, listening to the rapid beating of his heart. “I’m not going anywhere,” he reassures you, smoothing his hands over your hair as you began to doze off. He smiles at the light snores escaping your mouth in clusters before he falls asleep himself.

The next morning, you awake in a start, jumping slightly. Hot skin is pressed against your tummy, pressed against your curvy thighs as you try to roll over onto your side. A groan bubbles up as the sunlight burns through the window. Your heart skips a beat as Jake’s hands slide along the bare roundness of your stomach with ease. “Good morning,” he grumbles, his morning voice sexy in your ear. You smile, pressing your lips along his forearm as you settle back into his embrace.

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zetadraconis11 · 2 days ago

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What is Love to Sebastian? - A Poem

What is love?

For Sebastian, love came when he wasn't expecting it.

Love made him levitate before being struck by Basic Casts that led him to fall on his rear.

Love had a confident grin after winning duels.

Love had a heart of gold and made him want to protect it no matter what.

Love had a faint and merry laugh reminiscent of sleigh bells.

Love smelled of lavender, something that would remind him of the coast.

Love had compassion, always wanting to help anyone and everyone. Including him.

Love was patient, dealing with his desperation for answers with grace.

Love was not ignorant, like how his foolish tongue decided to say before he stopped to think.

Love was forgiveness, even when he didn't deserve it. He knows he doesn't deserve it

Love was second chances, and he promised to himself he would never squander it.

Love was kindness, a comfort he'd forgotten after hating himself in his guilt-ridden turmoil.

Love was gentle inspite of callused hands that would hold his to ground him in the present.

Love was smiles full of sunshine that broke through his darkness.

Love was happiness he denied himself for too long.

Love was long, soft, dark brown hair that he always moved aside to see more of her.

Love was loyal for always being there for him, and he would be just as loyal if not more.

Love was steadfast and determined, and a beautiful three-clawed scar proved it.

Love was cheeky banter and quick wits.

Love was sneaking affection between classes.

Love was sharing laughs and sweets.

Love was freshly baked lavender biscuits.

Love was self-conscious, but he'd reassure.

Love had insecurities and self-doubts, but he'd always assuage.

Love would cry and try to hide it, but he'd only wipe away the tears and provide comfort.

Love was strong in carrying more burdens than he could fathom. But he would help carry them if he could.

Love was safe in his arms, and he would never let go.

Love was coy, teasing him and always leaving him wanting more.

Love was warm ivory skin, a small dusting of freckles, and inviting, soft pink lips.

Love was shy but adventurous fingers running through his hair.

Love was comforting by mere presence.

Love was a black and yellow scarf around his neck.

Love was his home.

Love was Estelle Clara Sallow, wearing an amethyst wedding band and a bright smile while teaching their kids how to bake lavender biscuits.

His love will always and forever be his star, the light of his life shining through the shadows that dared to linger.

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pursuitseternal · 5 months ago

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“Something:” an update to “Our Blood is Thicker,” 🐦‍⬛💞🦇a little something for the Anniversary of BG3

Ascended Astarion x Cordehlia (Tav) | T | 1.6K

Summary: One year since she found her betrothed in her path, Cordehlia reminisces with heartache and happiness in equal measure.

CW: mentions of their past griefs and traumas, nostalgia

Previous Ch | Ao3 link | Masterlist

One year… a full year since that nautilus crashed, a year since she found her once betrothed elven lordling in her path. Had it been only a year since her heart rent itself apart at finding him again and let their love stitch it back together?

It had also been a year, then, since her life hung precariously in the balance, a life and a love deemed worthy of seven-thousand and seven souls to be his eternal bride. The passage of time had taken their hopeful, youthful Star Elf selves and broken them, refined them, and made them into the adamantine weapons of power they now were—The Ascendant and his Consort. It was days like this, when the summer heat was unbearable along the Sword Coast that she longed most for the emerald foliage and canopies of the Yuirwood.

She longed for the carefree playing in streams and knolls, in mud and sunshine. She missed his violet eyes and her star-kissed silver ones, those long nights of pleasure on the mossy banks of the forest, the feeling of their warm bodies moving more fluidly than the streams just beside them.

She missed their parents, the wizened, knowing smiles her father would give, even the subtle looks of approval his mother, the High Lady, would sneak her way when they were alone.

In all her decades of darkness, pursuing countless foes and splashing herself in their blood, she never once felt homesick. Love sick, yes. Grief stricken, yes. But it wasn’t until his love for her thawed the chill of her hatred and pain that she remembered home.

And now, she lived in a luxury not of her own heritage. Her skin was cold and her teeth were sharp. Her heart no longer raced with the pleasure he coaxed from her still, and it didn’t rap against her ribs in battle or flutter nervously when Astarion smirked at her. It was probably for the best that their past was nearly as eradicated as their own hopes for a life among their people.

She knew their village had left, that everyone journeyed to other reaches of Faerûn or other realms after the death of their High Lord and Lady… their murder in the City and the ultimate decimation of their line had been exacted.

They had been robbed of their rulers, their line… and their prince. Astarion.

It was all pain that should have been so easy to forget in their palace gardens. Leaning against the great oak tree at its heart, she sat with her skirts fanned, a book on her lap. This late summer sun warmed her too much; even back home, she preferred the cool caress of shade.

Not like him, her love, her lord. He stood near her, gazing down into the pond that collected the bubbling streams of water from the fountain of pure gold. Opulently, impeccably dressed, his silk jacket and pants caught the breeze making that cream, pearlescent material shimmer in the sun. But the gold and silk, the water or the sun itself, none of it was as radiant as him. His fearsome, handsome reflection no doubt shined up at him at his feet, that rakish tilt of his brows, those full, smirking lips rippling and paling in comparison to their original.

He was magnificent, glorious…. Ruthless to his enemies and adoring to his Bride.

The Vampire Ascendant.

It was a far more intimidating title than a mere elven High Lord. Astarion traded in being a prince for the mantle of a Vampire Lord, his ancestral manor now overshadowed by the walls of the Crimson Palace. His wealth was uncountable and ever-growing, untold powers at his command, gifts from the hells and magic beyond what any of the undead should wield.

It was what he deserved after centuries of suffering. But…

What she wouldn’t give for a blanket spread on their mossy bank in the forest, a single bottle of Ithbank to pass between them, the filtered sun above the foliage kissing their naked skin. She closed her eyes, letting the bark of the oak score into her skin through her waif-like dress. The scents of the forest, of nature, came back with instant recall, that soft gurgle of the fountain barely different in pitch from the stream in the glade where Astarion had taken her—

“Cordehlia,” he breathed her name, lips brushing her right ear. A warm hand on her cheek turned her face into his as her crimson eyes fluttered open once more. “My love,” he purred so tenderly, the warm pad of his thumb caressing the gentle arch of her cheek.”Tell me, what do you desire?” his voice was low, a gentle rumble in his chest as he poured all his love down their bond. “What can I do for my dearest?”

“It is nothing,” Cordehlia smiled softly; pulling him to sit beside her, so close their bodies flowed nearly seamlessly from one to the other. “Just thoughts of…”

“Home,” he interrupted. A subtle smirk tweaked his mouth just enough to show a fang. “It’s been a year, you know, since we defeated the Brain…”

His lips whispered against hers. And she whispered back. “A year since I found you on the beach and nearly trussed you up to gut you, you mean…”

“Oh,” he laughed with a husky giggle, “feel free to truss me up any time just to relive it, my love.”

Cordehlia sank her fangs in his bottom lip, making him laugh properly. “Be thankful I let you live long enough to fall back in love with me.”

Astarion broke from their kiss. Where she expected to see that impish glint, that rakish smirk, Cordehlia only saw purity, sincerity. Love. “I am thankful. Everyday,” his words so quiet, even her keen hearing struggled. “Come,” he stood swiftly, pulling her gracefully to her feet. “There’s… something I’d like to show you…”

Making their way inside, they hurried down corridor after cooridor. That nostalgia only deepened. Memories flashed of how these halls festered in darkness and rotted with wickedness under Cazador. She could still smell the dank of the dungeon, still recall the pain of that bastard’s bite as he tried to kill her…

A year ago. A year that passed faster than a blink of an eye. If time was nothing to her existence as an elf, it was less than nothing now that she was undead.

Now that she wandered the bright scarlet and golden halls of their palace. Now that she held the hand of her Sire, their hearts beating as one as his Bride.

She smiled at the word. Bride.

Feeling her thoughts, Astarion paused at the threshold to their rooms. “Oh yes, my Bride, don’t think I didn’t get you a little something to commemorate our union.”

“Always one to spoil me,” she shook her head, leaning in to taste his kiss once more. A sly smile twisted his lips as they pressed together.

The door creaked on its hinges, opening to reveal their bedroom, bathed in blue green light from their windows. Their sanctuary.

Her gaze instantly settled on the box on their bed, a small wooden chest. A nod of his head, a sparkle of childish delight in his crimson eyes, Astarion pulled her closer to it.

Eager fingers lifted the lid, and Cordehlia’s undead heart burst as if it had stopped beating altogether.

A shining silver war helmet, plates once cracked were soldered back together. Intricate designs of feathers spanned the sides, and a great eagle’s head rested on the crown of the helm. She would recognize it anywhere. She had polished it countless times as an elfling, wearing it in their home to pretend to play soldiers and war… a merry laugh coming from the chair by the fire as he watched on…

“Father,” she choked, her musical voice cracking with grief. “Oh, Father,” she breathed again, reverently stroking the eagle feathers and face that was their namesake, Aquillae. Eagle. That same name shined, etched into the back of the armor: Cassius Aquillae, The Great Eagle. Her eyes leaked the tears she could no longer keep at bay, and two warm arms embraced her from behind.

“Halsin found it,” he explained. “With the Shadowcurse lifted, all manner of relics were found. But he searched with great care for anything of your father’s.” A small laugh sounded in her ear. “My idea, of course. Don’t give the Druid any more affection or credit than he deserves, my love.”

A wet laugh was his reward for his possessive, bratty humor. As always. Astarion reached for the helmet, lifting it out to reveal two more pieces that instantly struck her in the gut.

Sharp pains of grief again. A bright silver locket, inlaid with golden leaves, and a small teal ring, that crest of its signet shining brighter than the gold it was made of. She didn’t need to look closer to know it was a heart and two daggers slicing cross-crossed through it, a pattern of little stars speckling its background.

The Ancunín crest.

His voice was heavy, his own throat bobbing against the back of her head as he reached around to caress the pieces. “Mother’s locket and Father’s ring… I found these in one of… his… vaults in the Counting House. The trophies claimed from Mother and Father’s murder.” Tenderly, he set the helmet back in the box, closing the lid silently. Then, he pulled her stiff, suffering body into his warm embrace. “Those aren’t my gift, don’t you fret.”

“I should hope not,” she forced a aggrieved laugh. “Still it is… good to have pieces of them, their bodies never put to rest,” she whispered into the cream silk of his jacket.

“We are about to correct that,” he smiled into the top of her head, breathing in her scent, wildflowers and moss. “We are going home.”

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ladylooch · 8 months ago

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The Captain's Girl - [Lucie x Connor]

A/N: Happy Sunday! Look at who wrote a full fic this morning! Could not resist bringing Lucie and Connor to their smutty and soft past time. Connor may be the captain of an OG NHL team, but nothing compares to being Lucie's man.

From this request.

Word Count: 3.5k

Warnings: 18+ Content below

Lucie Wood watches from the front of the restaurant as her husband takes a long sip of his cold beer. The warmth of the southern California sunshine washes over her back and shoulders, peaking out from her sundress. Leaving winter behind on the East Coast means soaking in as much vitamin D as she can get for her short stay. The Rangers will be here for three more days with the timing of both off and game days. It was the perfect time for her and the girls to surprise her husband.

Across the patio table from him is David, who purposefully has his back to the door so Connor can watch his wife’s approach in a few moments. But right now, Lucie is content studying him from afar. She’s worried about him. He’s been so stressed out at the rink and at home. The Rangers need to turn things around quickly if they are going to make the playoffs. Despite there being 19 other guys on the team, Connor Wood thinks if he puts the team on his shoulders alone, he will get them to the finish line. Lucie’s gentle redirects have been met with eye rolls and ‘you don’t understand’ from her husband.

She is going to show him exactly how much she understands these next few days by forcing him to relax.

Mack and David are helping too. David worked with Lucie to grab the flights that made the most sense to optimize their time. Mack is here to take care of the girls for her when Lucie is otherwise pre-disposed with her husband, like right now and later when she’s riding him like the cowboy he wants to be.

A waitress approaches the table with two large bowls. She sets them each in front of the men. Connor smiles politely, then turns down to his food, completely missing the eye fucking she does to him before walking away. Lucie smiles. After all this time, Connor still only has eyes for her.

She pushes off from the brick wall she had been leaning against and begins her saunter across the restaurant. She maneuvers around staff and other patrons, then takes a direct angle to her husband. He looks up when she is three tables away, then pauses his chewing. His eyebrows furrow before he glances between David and Lucie.

“Oh my god, are you Connor Wood?” She drawls exaggeratedly. “I’m your biggest fan.”

“You should be after the two babies I gave you.” He jokes, standing up to hug her. He engulfs her completely, pressing his nose into her hair immediately. It’s a minute before he attempts to pull away from her. The restaurant bobs and weaves around them as Lucie rubs his strong back over his shirt. “Love you.” He whispers. He pulls away to kiss her tenderly. “You look stunning.” He compliments, taking in her soft green dress. It makes her brown eyes pop, complimented by the blue ocean behind her.

“I love you too.” She sighs, hugging him one more time. Then she turns to David. “Hi!”

“Crazy seeing you here, Luc.” They all laugh at that.

“Sorry Mack isn’t here. Winnie finally crashed for a nap and we had to take advantage of that.”

“No worries. She told me.” David shrugs. “You want some food?” He grabs the menu he kept back for her.

“You can share with me, baby.” Connor offers, moving the chair to his right out for her to sit in. He scoots her back in, dropping one more kiss on her hair. She looks over at his plate seeing a hearty steak salad. It looks good, but he needs to eat all of that to keep his calorie count up.

“I’ll grab something for myself. Thank you though.” She assures him.

“Are you sure? Here just have a little bit.” He shoves his plate to her.

“Babe, I’m fine. I bet you’re starving.” He gives her a look. He doesn’t like eating before her or when she isn’t eating. “Eat, Connor.” She says firmly, sliding her hand to his thigh. His eyes dance down her face and over her cleavage. He smirks, then picks his fork up with a promise they both know: he’ll eat her later.

Lucie orders fish tacos and a mango margarita that has her buzzing after one sip. After Connor finishes eating, he wraps an arm around her shoulders. His fingers coyly play with the spaghetti strap of her dress, eventually his fingers glide it off her shoulder. Lucie moves to put it back into place, but Connor bats her hand away, collecting her fingers in his off her shoulder. Lucie glances at David who looks out at the Pacific Ocean, watching the waves roll into the beach.

“I think I’m gonna walk down to the beach.” David says, sucking down the rest of his water. “Wait for Mack down there.”

“Okay. I’ll go grab the girls from her when we get back to the hotel.”

“No worries. I think she is gonna bring the girls down when they wake up. Sounds like Stella fell asleep too. We will take care of them. You two have fun.” The slight smirk on his face tells Lucie he knows exactly where her and Connor are heading after lunch. “Send me a request for this.” He circles the table alluding to his meal.

“All good.” Connor waves him off.

“We can afford it.” Lucie assures David.

“I bet with that captain salary.” He chuckles, then heads off the patio to the stairs leading down to the beach.

The second he is gone, Connor’s face is nuzzling Lucie’s neck. She sighs heavenly, fingers threading through his hair. She turns her face to his head, kissing along his dark curls.

“You ‘bout done?”

“Mhm.” She confirms. Connor lifts one hip off the chair, pulling his wallet out. He tosses his card down, then goes back to focusing on his wife. Her hair is blowing in the sea breeze, scattering brown strands about her beautiful face. Her brown eyes are dewey and lustful, lips pink and begging to be plumped by his. He leans down, doing just that, not even recognizing when the waitress leaves and comes back with the completed bill. If she spoke to them, neither of them notice.

Connor signs the slip, then threads his fingers with Lucie’s, pulling her out of her chair. They walk hand in hand to the hotel, neither of them needing to communicate where they are going. The whole walk back, wetness pools and settles into Lucie’s panties from imagining what her husband is going to do with her in private. While waiting for the elevator, she presses her lips to his big bicep, running her nose along the lines of his tattoo sleeve that peak out from the soft cotton fabric. Connor brings their laced hands forward to her stomach, stroking his thumb down from her belly button to the V of her thighs. Lucie shakes against him as Connor smirks, a light chuckle shaking his arm against her face.

“30 seconds?” He asks, referring to how fast she is going to come undone in his hands. They step into the elevator, Connor pressing the floor to his room.

“Maybe.” She grins, dimples piercing her cheeks. Connor leans down, kissing each one of the slits then her lips. His tongue darts along her bottom lip, savoring the hint of tequila there. His hand glides from her lower back to the back of her neck, cradling her head as he makes out with her. The ding of the elevator stopping barely makes an impression with the couple.

“Y’all maybe wanna get out?” Mack asks from the door.

“Daddy!” Stella screams.

“Baby!” Connor grins, leaning down to capture his little girl in a hug. Winnie squeaks from Mack’s arms, almost tumbling from her aunt with how fast she reaches for her dad.

“We are going to the beach! Are you comin’?”

“We will come in a little bit. Mommy and I have to do some adult things first.” Connor says pointedly. He loves Stella, but she is not cockblocking him right now.

“Oh, that’s not fun.” Stella frowns.

“Ah… yeah.” Connor chuckles, then stands to his full height. “Be good for auntie.” He encourages her after giving a kiss to Winnie’s head. Mack steps in. “I’d hug ya but…” His clear hard-on cannot be hidden by anything except his wife’s body as she moves to shield him.

“How about later?” Mack laughs, then gives a wave to them before the doors close and they head down to the lobby.

Ravenously, Connor grips the back of Lucie’s thighs, hauling her over his shoulder.

“Gotta get you into this room before anything else comes up.”

“Connor, my dress is too short for this.” He reaches up, palming her bare ass with a greedy paw.

“Nah, it’s perfect, baby.” He murmurs. His fingers slide easily under her white panties, stroking her soaked folds. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groans. They get to the door of his room. He drops her onto her feet in front of him, then fishes in his pocket for his key fob. He barely gets the door open before he is shoving Lucie inside.

Lucie runs across the room, then turns just in time to catch her husband in her arms before falling onto her back on the bed. She brings her legs up, shoes and all, wrapping them around his waist. Connor ruts into her heat, chasing her hips to grown the burning need between them. Connor’s lips press into hers hurriedly, tongue lapping up every drop of her he can get. When he needs air, he pulls away, looking down at her beneath him.

“Lucie.” He gasps torturously. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby. Takes my damn breath away every time I see you.” Lucie giggles, biting her bottom lip as her fingers drift down to his waistband.

“Wanna taste you today.” She insists. Connor pulls his shirt over his head by grabbing a fist full of the fabric between his shoulder blades. Lucie whimpers when she sees him fully. “Mine. All mine.” She moans.

Lucie works her way up to sitting, but Connor halts her, slipping each of her thin dress straps down her arms. The fabric of her dress falls away, revealing perky breasts with hard peaks in the middle. He rubs his calloused palms over them, illicitly a loud moan from her. She wiggles on the bed, needing some friction against her throbbing clit. Connor smirks, then backs away so she can get on her knees in front of him. He gathers her hair in his hand, watching her use his cock as lipstick. Her motion smears his pre-cum across her lips. Then her tongue comes out to taste it.

Connor’s mouth drops open in pleasure as she finally glides her tongue over his red head. Lucie sighs passionately, then takes him into her mouth in one swoop.

“Fuck.” Connor hisses when he hits the back of her throat. “Luc.” He moans her name as she strokes his shaft in her hand then glides him further in. His balls tighten immediately at the feeling of her wet mouth expanding to accommodate him. “Jesus.” He sighs, relaxing his grip on her hair. His other hand drifts down to her left breast, rolling the nipple in his fingers. Lucie floats a hand down between her legs, circling her clit while letting his hips press insistently into her mouth until he is setting the tempo.

“Gotta stop.” Connor says, puling out of her mouth. He holds his hands out to her. He grabs the hand that she had been using to play with herself, sliding those fingers in his mouth as she watches.

“I need you to fuck me right now. I can’t wait. Please.”

“Asking so nicely.” He coos to her, wrapping a large hand around her neck to bring her close. He crashes their lips together, tongue stroking along hers as he maneuvers her back towards the bed. Lucie feels for the mattress with one hand, not letting her mouth leave his. Connor gets her sitting in front of him, then kicks off his pants and underwear. He leans down, kisses along her collar bone until his fingers can work the zipper of her dress down. He helps her wiggle out of it, being careful not to rip it even though he fucking wants to. The pretty dress falls to the floor with his discarded clothes. Then he collects her panties, exposing her dripping core to him completely.

He doesn’t waste any time, mouth on her pussy without even dropping her panties from his hand. His other fingers come up, swirling her entrance before stuffing into her. She is more than ready, already arching off the bed, begging him for more from her swollen lips.

“Baby, please, I want your cock. Right now.”

“Yeah? That why you flew 3,000 miles to me?”

“Yes!” She exhales as he curls his fingers up, putting harder pressure on her spongey insides. “Fuck.” She wails, quivering already. As much as his dick begs to be inside of her, he wants her to come this way first. His mouth settles over her enlarged bud, rolling it with his tongue and sucking it into his mouth. Lucie shouts. Connor does this again, then feels her release drip-down his fingers, collecting in his palm. He doesn’t stop, sucking every wave of her orgasm into his mouth. When she hits the point of almost too much, he backs off.

“Good girl, Luc.” He praises her, looking at the mess they made of her folds. He bites his lip, then hooks his arms under her hips, pulling her to the edge of the bed. Lucie wildly grapples for his shoulders, collecting them in her palms as he stroke his cock through her wet slit. He pushes in, both of them finding intense pleasure in the stretch of her around him. Connor rests his hands on either side of her waist, then begins to build his pumps into her. Their wet connection fills the room, creating an erotic ambiance in the unknown space. Lucie’s finger tips start pressing deeper into his skin.

“Use your words.” He reminds her.

“More. I need so much more.”

Connor collapses onto his forearms, dropping his head to the bed beside hers and fucking deep into her. His consistent snaps into her hips have Lucie rolling away from the intensity. One of his arms slides under her back, pinning her to his chest to hold her in place.

“Don’t ask for more then run from it. Give in, baby. Let it take you.” He growls into her ear.

“Ohmygod. Oh. My….” Lucie trails off. Everything stills in her body except for the slight flutter of her walls. Connor turns, sucking at the sweet spot on her neck. Her inner walls collapse around him like a clam, causing him to collapse deeper into his fucks.

“Oh damn, Luc. Yes, baby. Feel so fuckin good. So wet and tight, baby. Love your pretty pussy.” Connor’s hips keep pistoning, closing his eyes and savoring how incredible his wife feels right now. She’s soaked through, dripping down his cock to his balls. She never wants him to stop. “You got one more for me, beautiful?”

“Yes.” She moans into his ear. “But look at me.” She begs him. “I want you to know it’s me making you feel this good.”

“Holy fuck.” He groans. “I know it’s you, baby. Nothing ever felt this good until you.” Lucie grins, tugging his face to hers by the back of his neck.

“Yeah? Never had pussy this tight?”

“Oh my god. No. Or a mouth this filthy.” He groans, then licks across her open mouth. He adjusts her legs, wrapping one around his waist and bringing one heel up to rest on his shoulder.

“Right there.” Lucie begs, “Please, baby don’t stop. Love your cock, Con.” Connor’s hands grip her hips tighter, making Lucie pulse under his skin. “More.” She demands. Connor almost crumbles at the sound of her begging for all that he can give to her.

His balls slapping her ass fills the room. Lucie’s hands drift off Connor’s shoulders. One goes to her breast and the other to her clit, rolling both in tempo with his pumps into her pussy.

“Mmm, you’re so gorgeous. I’m so close.” He tells her. “Wanna fill you up, baby.”

“Please. Need to wear you on my thighs to the beach. So everyone knows who I belong to.”

“Fuck.” That will do it. He groans then unloads into her, jerky pumps as she climaxes for a third time immediately after him, pulsing her walls to pull him in deeper. His sensitive tip hisses as she milks every drop from him. “Damn.” He sighs to the ceiling, locking his knees to keep from swaying backwards. He looks back down at his wife, seeing her with pretty pink cheeks and swollen lips. Her eyes are dark chocolate pools when her hands reach for him again. He gently eases out of her, then presses his palms on both sides of her head. He smooches her softly, letting her tongue into his mouth for a full taste of each other.

“Mmm, be right back.” He assures her, kissing down her chin and throat, ending between her breasts.

Lucie releases his arms from her hands, dropping her heels from the bed so her feet dangle off the side. Water runs in the bathroom from her husband. He comes back clean, then works Lucie’s thighs apart, stroking her used core clean too. He looks up at her face.

“You serious about having me at the beach?”

“Mhm.” She nods. “Want you to see me in my new bikini knowing that.”

“Mack is taking those kids tonight again.” He murmurs, then collects the white cum slipping out of her onto his fingers. He slides the mess back inside of her, slowly drags his finger back out. “So sexy, Luc.” He smiles, practically drooling at the sight of her walls collapsing in to pull it all deeper again. “Luckiest guy in the world.” He mumbles against her public bone, kissing her a final time. He lays down next to her, letting the used towel hit the floor. He turns his wife onto her side, then cups her cheek with his hand. “Can’t really tell you how much this means to me that you’re here.”

“I already know.” She responds. “We miss you too, babe.”

“I’m so stressed.” He admits. “I can barely breathe some nights. It’s worse when I’m away from you.” Lucie knows this. It’s why she is here.

“I’m worried about you.” She sighs, running her fingers along the tattoo on his left pectoral with hers and the girls first initials in her loopy handwriting. “You are putting way too much pressure on yourself.”

“I want to succeed.” Connor says.

“I get that. But hockey is a team sport, Con.” She reminds him softly. “It’s not only up to you.”

“I know. But, they picked me to lead this team for a reason. I don’t want to let them down.” Lucie smiles.

“You’re the heartbeat of this team, babe. On and off the ice. But you’re going to lose that if you don’t learn a balance. Maybe leading by example is the first start. Hold yourself accountable for your play. When things don’t go your way, commit to doing better the next opportunity. Others will do the same.” Connor watches her lips as she talks.

“You make it sound so simple… and so sexy.” He kisses her bottom lip.

“Well, I was raised by a captain. Who I bet would be willing to listen if you need another perspective.” Connor sighs, nodding.

“I should call your dad.”

“Probably.” Lucie murmurs into this lips. “And we should probably get to the beach soon. Take care of our kids for a bit before we give them back to Mack for the night.”

Connor and Lucie peel themselves apart. Connor puts his board shorts on, then they head to Lucie and the girls’ room for her to put her beach things on. Connor is tying her bikini strings together in silence. Lucie watches him in the mirror across the room.

“What’s up?” She asks, gripping his wrist.

“I’m not failing you and the girls, right?”

“No.” Lucie shakes her head. “Not even close. You’re perfect, babe. Always have been.” Connor drops his mouth to her shoulder, kissing across it to the back of her neck.

“Okay. I never wanna let you down, Luc.”

“I know. You’re so good to us, babe. Don’t worry about us. We are great, okay?” He nods, then wraps his arms around her stomach, holding her close. They sway slightly together.

“None of this means anything to me without you by my side.” He whispers. “I love you.” Lucie turns to capture his lips.

“I love you too.” He kisses her again. “Let’s go smooch our babies.”

Connor grins back at her, then laces their fingers together for a lazy, content walk to the beach.

Read more of Lucie and Connor here.

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abbysimsfun · 5 months ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 23 (The Heat of Summer)

A sweltering heatwave hit Brindleton Bay in Heather’s third trimester, and to escape the haze inland she spent her days off indoors or on the coast. Uninvited, Everett visited again with his dog, JJ. (And then this Watcher had had enough!) Heather guiltily enjoyed his company at the seashore knowing Spencer and Greyson were back in Oasis Springs without him.

"I didn't know you picked up the guitar," said Heather, as he strummed a few bars in the sunshine.

Everett grinned. "It helps get Greyson to sleep, and the parishioners like it."

"Won't Greyson and Spencer be missing you? Why did you come back here?"

He matched her guilt through his pale green eyes. "I wanted to make sure you were okay out here by yourself."

"Did you come back because Malcolm and I aren't together anymore?"

He waffled. "Maybe. But it might be worse than that. I think I resent Spencer because she can't have more kids. I know it's not her fault, and I feel horrible, but I can't stop thinking about wanting more."

"I've felt a lot of ways about you in my life, Everett, but the one thing I never wanted to be was a replacement for Spencer. I don't need that. We don't need that. For the foreseeable future, at least, the only man I want to make significant time for is my son."

With a nod, Everett put down his guitar. "We're friends. Just friends."

The words brought Heather unexpected comfort, like a cool blanket in the sweltering heat. So this is what it felt like not to wish for a future with Everett Pancakes. "I'm glad we can finally say it."

For the rest of Everett's stay, Heather explored new corners of her adopted hometown with her oldest friend in the world. His visit felt a bit like a fever dream, disconnected from the reality of who they really were.

But maybe that was just the heat.

"What am I going to say to Spencer when I get back?" he wondered as they watched the sunset over the beach at Cavalier Cove. They leaned with their backs against the tortoise sand sculpture they'd built, and Everett dragged his fingers through the sand.

"I don't know what you should say," Heather said. "You know the Watcher's Holy Book better than me, but I think They would hope you cherished the gifts you've been given."

"Is that your plan for single motherhood?"

She shrugged. "I guess so, yeah."

"You're more ready than me and Spencer before we had Greyson."

"Even though my son's crib is in the living room?"

When Everett returned to Oasis Springs, he found Spencer trying to soothe their fussy son to sleep in his crib. "Hey, I'm home," he announced, but she turned to look at him with an icy stare. He anxiously moved to sit on the bed.

"I feel for Heather's predicament, but you need to tell me right now if your visits are anything more than platonic."

Everett recalled his earlier conversation with Heather. "Whatever feelings we once had aren't there now," he said honestly. "But Heather and I did talk about...about us."

"You and me? You could tell her something about your relationship with me that I don't even know?" Spencer felt her heartrate quicken.

Everett frowned. "I think you do know...I want more kids. I know you think Greyson is more than enough. I love you so much, but I'm scared, Spence. I'm afraid Greyson will never be enough for me, and I know you can't fix it."

Spencer broke down. "I know what I said about Greyson, and I stand by it. He's amazing - why wouldn't he be enough?"

"It's not that!"

She cut him off. "I don't think we should make any decisions about anything right now, but I've done some research on surrogacy and adoption, and I'm open to the possibility of talking about our options."

They both needed time to really think about the idea, but Everett appreciated that his wife was hoping to meet him in somewhere in the middle. ->

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sunelia · 7 months ago

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YUJI X READER: SUMMER SUNSHINE CHAPTER 1 - The meeting

pairings: yuji itadori x fem!reader

cw: obviously not following the jjk plot - female reader - angst- fluff - might be a sad ending - 2 pov’s - mermaid au.

synopsis: The ocean, this vast mysterious expanse of striking blue water has always drawn your attention ever since you were a child. One stormy evening, the power of its waves carved out a huge rock that became your hideaway, cut off from the rest of the world. Faithful to this place that is so dear to you, you constantly share your most intimate secrets with it. What you don't know is that the ocean wasn't the only one listening to you and that you would no longer be alone in this peaceful haven.

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Be sure to check the moodboard of Summer Sunshine right here!

Dearest soul, or whoever's listening, allow me to tell you a story that happened many years ago.

I recall it as if it was yesterday. I was 14 years old, and my parents and I were home on a Friday evening. We were having a wonderful movie night, and the atmosphere was very warm. I even enjoyed a bowl of caramel popcorn! It was pouring heavily outside, and the wind was blowing hard against the windows of our house by the harbor. Everything seemed to be perfectly normal. As the evening went on, the rain intensified and gradually turned into a storm, which made me shiver. We started to pay less attention to the film. My mom was trying to calm me down while my father stood in front of the window, looking at a powerful wave that was threatening the coastline. I was stunned. Nature is powerful and ferocious, and at the same time, this wave exuded a certain poetry and a feeling of inner peace. I always felt a strong connection to the ocean. I am the last person leaving the water after a beach day. I am constantly dreaming of being a mermaid and continuously gaze at the ocean as if it were calling me.

The wave continued its trajectory and struck the massive rock situated in the center of the ocean. The water struck it from above with such force that the center of the rock was left carved. While the storm continued to express itself in the sky, a great deal of debris flew away from the centerpiece and disappeared into the depths of the ocean.

At the sight of this scene, my father decided to gather some bags and move away from the harbor in order to be safe. This was a very sudden decision for my mother and I, but we soon realized that we needed to get to a safer place. The thunder rumbled, the lights on the poles were starting to blink, and the rain poured down as we walked towards the car. My mom was scared of losing everything she and my dad had worked hard for. She rushed me into the car while my dad packed a few bags containing our personal belongings into the trunk before setting off to my grandparents' house far from the coast.

As we drove away, the house became smaller and smaller. The ocean was still expressing itself, while the rain eventually lulled me to sleep.

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10 a.m. We were having breakfast at my grandparents' house. Dad had turned on the TV, showing the main channel and news report about last night's storm. We could see our neighbors affected by the storm and our house in the distance. It seemed to be holding up well, even though the windows and the fence were damaged. I was quite stunned by this situation. I was sitting in the living room on my chair, stirring hot chocolate in my hands, thinking about what had happened last night. I wasn't paying attention to the noise behind me, which was mainly my parents planning what to do when we got home and my grandparents doing their best to reassure them. I could only focus on my heartbeat, the blanket covering my shoulders rubbing at the slightest movement, and the warmth of my drink brushing my nose, contrasting with this cold shiver on my body. I suppose last night's cold rain had something to do with it. This sudden silence comforted me; it felt like I was transported somewhere else. I closed my eyes and cherished the moment. I imagined myself sinking into the water; it was such a pleasant feeling that I almost felt carried away.

" y/n?"

"y/n??"

"y/n, you look pale; are you okay?"

My mother's voice caught me off guard. I could hear her in the distance but couldn't open my eyes. She insisted again and again till I awoke, feeling as if I'd taken my very first breath.

"I've been trying to wake you up for the last 5 minutes. Oh, you poor thing, you're so cold." she replied while touching my forehead with the palm of her hand.

"I'm okay, I think? I'm a little tired."

"Go get some sleep in our room kiddo, your parents told us you were leaving in the afternoon." my grandfather said, smiling at me. I smiled back at him and headed to their bedroom, secretly hoping to experience that feeling all over again.

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Time passed, it was practically the end of the afternoon, and we were on our way home. One by one, the light poles lit up as we arrived in the neighborhood. The damages caused by the storm were, fortunately, not very serious. Some neighbors were repairing or cleaning up their homes. I caught the gaze of my friend Lyana on the way and waved at her from the car. She was holding some bags and dropped them immediately to wave back at me. We're still as close as ever.

Our car finally parked in front of our house, relieved that we had not suffered as much damage as the houses closer to the ocean. My parents were still quite frustrated with the amount of cleaning we had to do. We took advantage of the evening to tape up our broken windows for a semblance of privacy and warmth, and we cleaned up the broken glass and water that had seeped into the entrance. The cleanup session ended way to late in the evening, and we enjoyed a pizza we'd ordered surrounded by garbage bags.

I woke up next morning with a few aches and pains. Cleaning up the mess around the house was exhausting! I was happy to be home, but all I wanted to do was put on a pair of shoes and run toward what the ocean had become after the storm. I couldn't forget yesterday's feelings. But in order to make it to the beach, I had to ask one of my parents to come with me. Mom was going to a friend of hers who lived nearby. My father was the only person I could go with. I needed to convince him. I stood in front of him and put on my best smile. The negotiations went pretty well!He was unable to contain his curiosity either, as the weather was ideal and the water calm.

"Let's go see it!" he said

We ended up walking along the beach, our feet caressing the sand. My attention immediately turned to the once-imposing rock, which appeared to be quite flat. Don't get me wrong, it still had some height, but it was much more willing to accommodate a folding chair! Great news for the little adventurous girl I was before! The only issue was that the flattened rock did not seem to be easily accessible, even by swimming. You absolutely had to have a boat or a jet ski to get there. Anyway, my family and I couldn't afford these… and why would anyone go there on their own free will?

"Do you think we could get there one day dad?"

"Unfortunately, I don't see how we could get there. The ocean can be dangerous you saw that days before. It would be better to stay by the water, for our safety."

I remember looking at him with such sadness and disappointment.

Since I was not the type to disobey my parents' orders, I didn't talk about it again for several weeks. My curiosity has never ceased to grow since that moment. Whenever I could, I went to the beach to watch it from afar. Naturally, I made numerous attempts asking my parents to take us there, but they refused.

I kept thinking about going there despite the years passing. The refusals just kept coming and the following storms that hit the coast didn't help reassuring my parents at all. When I was 19 years old, I decided to stop listening to them and follow my own rules. I was dealing with personal issues and needed a change of scenery. Regardless of the risk, I needed to take refuge in a place where I would be alone and where I could feel heard, this rock was just what I needed at the moment.

"And here we are one year after, I know I keep talking about this story over and over again and I feel like you could get tired of hearing about it, but in a way it shaped the person I am today and it shaped you, my happy place."

I muttered as I keep writing in my journal, sitting on the rock that was carved years ago.

This safe place was too far from the coast and too inaccessible for people to find. I've always used Lyana's family's small boat to get here. She is the only one who knows I venture out into the ocean, not even my parents. However, she did not feel the need to talk to me about it and respects my boundaries. I'll always appreciate her kindness, her discretion and friendship, even though she's always worried about the journey to get here or the fact that I spend way too much time here. I try to avoid going out there often enough to risk getting caught, so I alternate my visits depending on university days or the weather. I make excuses and hide there at the end of the day or on weekends. I have always been able to maintain this pace, but now I will have to double my efforts, starting these first summer days. It was finally time to rest and forget about the pressure of school, family or heart problems, and all these scary questions about my future for the next four months.

I close my diary and place it on my folding chair. I decided to lay down on the rock with my face close to the water, my hand gently caressing and playing with it. I was humming a few notes of a song I enjoyed, which is perfectly suited for summer. I cherish these simple moments of life. For a few moments, I close my eyes, savoring the sounds of nature all around me. The sound of the water rushing calmly over the rock or the dancing wind is truly a blissful moment.

*sound of splashing water*

"Don't tell me the ocean's decided to get angry, what's that noise? "

I pause and gaze upwards towards the horizon.

"Mmmmh, weird, the water's still calm."

*repetitive sound of splashing water*

I felt the coolness of the water hit my back as soon as the noise started again.

"OH F*CK!"

Is the ocean slowly waking up? Is someone out there playing a sick joke on me? Impossible!

I keep gazing at the many corners of the rock, ready to protect myself from whatever is coming my way. I was surprised to see this thin, shiny, peach-colored material hidden behind a corner of the rock. The material looked like a piece of plastic and reflected the sunlight. I decided to walk slowly in the direction of this strange material when it suddenly disappeared.

"Probably a fish or plastic waste" I thought to myself.

*another sound of splashing water*

I can hear the sound of water once more. Some droplets landed on my knees. Something strange is definetely going on...

I got up and made my way over to where the water was coming from. I bend over in the direction of the noise and meet the soft face of a boy with orange hair. We both looked surprised, neither of us could move or even say anything. It was like time froze. His brown eyes were honey-colored by the sun; his hair was shining; and his forehead was gently covered with water beads. Yeah that’s honestly kinda dreamy…

I woke myself up and stepped back surprised, as if I was suddenly unable to think or speak. I heard the sound of the water moving and saw the boy lift himself off the rock using his strong arms. I could see his torso, his legs seemed to be floating in the water. I had so many questions in my head. How did he get here? Am I the only one who knows about this place? He is kinda handsome? Has he heard me talking and groaning about my life over the past hour?

The boy spoke up before I could say anything.

He said, smiling shyly, "I apologize for bothering you, I didn't think anyone else went near that rock."

"You tell me! I thought the same! Have you been coming to this place for a long time?" I asked him while approaching the edge of the rock.

His voice had a lot of hesitation in it, as if he was hiding something. He stepped back and sank his body deeper into the water.

I moved closer to him "I've never seen you before."

"Well, I'm just being discreet, that's all. You've got something in your hair, haha." he says nervously.

I ran one of my hands over my hair as I continued to stare at him.

"Thank you for telling me, but I don't have anything." I said, bending over to get even more closer. "You must be veeeeeery discreet then… I come here almost every day, I should have bumped into you, couldn't I?"

He backed away (or swam away) while coming up with inaudible excuses. I spotted the peach-colored material from earlier, now tied around his waist. My curiosity drove me to lean over and get a closer look at the captivating color. I moved closer to him again, until our faces were near each other.

"I-I should go, I've left my boat on the other side a-!"

He barely had time to finish his sentence before I fell headfirst towards him. Suddenly, I found myself submerged in the water, trying to see what was happening below. It seemed i was holding on to the boy's arm. I f*cking hate myself so bad for being dumb and curious! I might have hurt him!

I could still see the peach-colored material in the water that looked way more impressive than when it was on the rock. I was amazed and quite disturbed when I realized the material was suddenly attached to the boy's torso. My eyes widened under the water as I rose to the surface as quickly as possible. I took a deep breath and glanced around, eager to find him.

It was a dream, wasn't it? It had to be his surfboard...right?

Wake up y/n WHO swims that fast on a surfboard to stay on a f*cking lost rock in the middle of the ocean? This liar didn’t even get here by boat!

The boy suddenly vanished, as if he had been swallowed by the deep water. I frantically moved my arms and legs to keep myself from sinking, like a baby's first attempt at swimming.

"Hey! Where are you? Are you alright? "I'm really sorry if I hurt you when I fell." I yelled.

No response at all.

"Hey! "Are you there?"

My voice echoed in the air, still nothing.

I saw in the distance what appeared to be the boy plunging his entire body into the water. What surprised me was the peach material taking the form of a tail following him as he dived into the water. It blew my mind. My brain is playing tricks on me, isn't it? Did I just see a fish-man, well... a mermaid talking to me and swimming in the water?

I climbed back and decided to stay on the rock for another half hour, ready to await his return. The sun began to set, revealing its final hues. Unfortunately, it seemed that the boy had left for good. I decided to head home since it was getting late, but my gut feeling told me to come back the next day and wait for a sign in hope of meeting him again.

disclaimer: hi everyone im back with another x reader hope you liked this first chapter! really sorry for being inactive for quite A WHILE but i was loosing my mind with school and personnal stuff and needed to rot in my bed whenever i can lol

shout out to my friend @periluvr for finding the name of this fanfiction (our love for barbie in a mermaid tale is HUGE lmao). Please check her amazing writings!!

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Elucien Fanfic Crossword Answer Key- Monsters And Creatures

How did you do? It's our hope through this week of puzzles that folks are able to find an existing fanfiction that speaks to them! Consider these a small masterlist filled with recommendations from the community itself. Below you'll find every fanfiction recommended attached to the author who created it, added in the order they were submitted! Fics were also categorized to their best of our ability. Check them out below!

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Home Is Where Your Heart Is Set In Stone by @c-e-d-dreamer

“My love.”

Elain jolts at the sound of a voice, at the strange nickname. She whirls around to find a man standing in the shadows just inside the tree line. He’s tall. Even from this distance, Elain can tell he must have over a head on her, and his eyes are pinned solely on her.

Elain has to swallow hard before she’s able to find her voice again. “Hello?”

The man steps forward, into the moonlight, and Elain realizes with a strike of fear that he’s not a man at all. He’s a monster.

Clear Blue Water by @separatist-apologist

In the middle of a storm, Elain Archeron hears a song that pulls her outside. There, laying among the wreckage of the beach, is a dying man who needs to be rescued.

Or is it her who needs to be rescued from the wreckage of her life?

OR: blah blah VANMERMAN blah blah blah

Into the Water by @kingofsummer93

On the morning of her eighteenth birthday Elain wakes with a taste for blood.

Her task is simple. She must take a man's heart, while it still beats in his chest.

Unfortunately for her, Lucien doesn't plan on going down without a fight.

All Over You by @separatist-apologist

Elain Archeron has spent months listening to a stray cat scratching at the back door.

On full moon, she decides to let it in.

Unaware of the monster waiting to claim his mate

Seven Tears for the Sea by @yourstarsmyscars

Elain Archeron has spent years watching the seals that play in the waters along the coast of her village. The oldest legends claim selkies once lived in these waters, but Elain has never considered the possibility until one summer she spots a red seal along the coast.

All The Monsters Come Out At Night by @separatist-apologist

Elain Archeron has been warned not to go into the woods- they're filled with monsters. When the drums begin to call, and her sisters leave without her, Elain has no choice but to follow.

She has no idea what is waiting for her

Out of the Woods by @separatist-apologist

The monsters turned out to be just trees

Elain Archeron has been warned not to go to Autumn. She's been told what sort of monsters lurk just within the woods.

But the magic is calling.

And Elain is far too curious not to answer

Lily In A Twilight Place by @xtaketwox

The Archerons are new to London society. The rumors go that Viscount Archeron brought his daughters to London after the death of their mother in the south of France. Lucien is struck by the beauty of Elain Archeron from the first moment he sees her, but little does he know the Archeron family is hiding a secret that may just get him killed.

Turning Darkness Into Light by @asnowfern

When ghost-seeing Elain moves into the flat Lucien has been haunting, she has only two rules for him: 1. They are not friends 2. He is not allowed to enter her bedroom

This is how Lucien breaks both of them.

I've Given You Sunshine by @the-lonelybarricade

“Good morning,” Elain chirped to the sleeping figure. He didn’t respond, which was no surprise to Elain. She stepped closer. The underbrush hissed beneath her feet, as if warning her not to come any closer. Gradually, the silhouette became more distinguished—the proud nose and the full lips, the long vines of hair that spilled over his shoulders and onto his strong chest. She liked coming here in the mornings, before the light hit, because it was when he looked the most human. When the sun rose, it would illuminate the bark of his skin, the twisted wood of his bicep, the hollow of his just-parted mouth. And she would remember that he was just a tree branch with unnervingly human-like features. - Or; Lucien VanTree

Or; An attempt at a Prythain Little Shop of Horrors AU

What Hand Dare Seize The Fire by @starry-mantle

He gave Elain a smile she might’ve called charming, if not for the fang it revealed, or the hellfire glow rimming his golden eye. “I am here for my witch, and nothing less.”

A witch's magic calls to demons, and demons bring destruction. When Elain Archeron is sentenced to burn for the crime of witchcraft, a demon named Lucien saves her from the flames and binds her life to his in an unholy pact.

Elain can accept losing her soul to a demon - she's far more frightened of losing her heart.

Bow Down by @shadowisles-writes

When one of Elain's rituals releases more magic than usual, a much bigger demon than what she has ever protected herself against comes to her door. No amount of hidden traps and talismans can protect her from what he wants to take.

Cursed, Hexed, and Bonded by @thelovelymadone

Elain and Lucien are found to be mates in modern magical society. The thing is, they had a one-night stand with one another and neither wants to admit it was the best night of their life. Now, they gotta work together and figure out: who is trying to steal the sun.

Wonderland by @separatist-apologist

Haven't you heard what becomes of curious minds?

In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor, Graysen. Trapped in a tower with her beast, Elain must unravel if she can truly trust the monster promising not to hurt. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep.

#elucien #elucien fanfic #elucienweek2024 #elucien crossword

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bellaireland1981 · 2 years ago

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Stubborn Hearts | 1

Summary: Reader (Firecracker, Sunshine) has been in love with Bradley since she was a young girl. Growing up the two were inseparable, apart from short periods of time when she was on the West Coast with the Kazanskys. One faithful decision by her dad to block Bradley from going to the Naval Academy resulted in a huge rift between father and daughter and left her without Bradley in her life. Now all grown up, she’s called back to the west coast at the same time as her father and Bradley. Her mission, according to her dying godfather, is to mend fences with her dad and Bradley. Can stubborn hearts be healed?

(I suck at summaries for real).

This will have multiple chapters... this is 1 of ??

Characters: Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Mitchell! Reader, Pete “Maverick” Mitchell x Daughter! Reader, The Dagger Squad, Shay (OC), Penny, Tom “Iceman” Kazansky

Word Count: 5861

Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Death of character, TGM Spoilers, Smut (later on ), Turbulent relationship with parent, Friends to lovers, ...Please let me know if I’ve missed any!

A/N- This is my first time writing for TGM. I do not own the characters or plot lines from the movie. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY OR REPRODUCE MY WORK ON THIS OR ANY OTHER PLATFORM! Reblogging is always welcome! Feedback is MUCH loved and appreciated. THANK YOU to @waywardodysseys for all support and bouncing ideas!!

“Sweetheart, it’s time to come home.” Your Godfather and honorary uncle texted you. You knew his cancer was back, but had been living in that state of wishful thinking where you managed to convince yourself he’d beat it again. All that changed in one text.

That was two weeks ago. You’d called your boss and had filled him in, letting him know you were going back to San Diego and weren’t sure if you were coming back. He’d been understanding, knowing your story and the circumstances that had landed you at his hanger eight years before. WIth an assurance you’d always have a job with him if you changed your mind, you got to work packing up your apartment in Virginia Beach and making arrangements to store what you didn’t need until you could find a new place. As luck would have it, your lease was up the next month anyway and you hadn’t gotten around to renewing it. Truth be told, you’d been thinking of a fresh start for awhile now.

One of the perks of owning your own little cessna was that you didn’t have to depend on commercial flights or timelines. Once you’d made the arrangements to come home, you’d texted your Uncle Tom and he’d found a small local airstrip and hangar for you to store your plane.

“That’s a beautiful little plane you have there.” A tall, lanky man in a worn Navy hat commented after you’d taxied in and shut down your plane.

“Thank you!” You beamed, taking pride in the plane you’d scraped the funds together to buy after college. “You must be Frank?”

“That’s me. Y/N, right?” He said, reaching his arm out to offer his hand. You placed your hand in his, firmly shaking his hand. “You have one hell of a Uncle, Miss Y/N”

“I do indeed.” You smiled sadly, very aware of the limited time left with him. “Is the plane ok tied down here or did you need me to move it somewhere else?”

“Right here is just fine. We don’t get a lot of planes coming through. The ones that are kept here, mostly belong to Naval aviators stationed in the area.” he replied. “The others are owned by myself or other retired aviators.”

“Perfect.” You said, reaching back up to grab your bag. “I’ll just call an uber to come get me. Haven’t had a chance to get a rental squared away.”

“You’re welcome to wait in the office if you’d like.” He offered, pointing towards another hangar that was wide open with various seating arranged throughout it. There was a desk nestled off to one side of the hangar with an ancient looking computer set up.

“Thank you, that’d be great.” The two of you started in the direction of the hangar. Once inside you opened the uber app and quickly ordered a ride, which would arrive in fifteen minutes. While you waited, you decided to let your aunt know you were here.

Y/N: I’m home. Waiting on an Uber then I’ll be over. How’s Uncle Tommy today?

Aunt Sarah: I would have come to get you, sweet girl! We’re all looking forward to seeing you. He’s having a pretty good day.

Y/N: You’ve got enough on your plate Aunt Sarah, I can’t wait to see you all either. I do need to sort out a car though.

Aunt Sarah: You can drive the Jeep in the meantime. We’re not using it. See you soon! XX

You smiled, slipping your phone into your purse and taking the opportunity to stretch your legs after the long flight. You walked around the hangar, taking in the photos hanging up, and various aviation paraphernalia. You’d grown up around planes, obviously with Tom “Iceman” Kazansky as your uncle. It wasn’t just through him though. Aviation was in your blood. Tom wasn’t your biological uncle. He’d flown with your dad when they were in Top Gun. They hadn’t started out as friends, but had ended up closer than brothers. When you were born, your dad hadn't thought twice about naming Tom your Godfather and Sarah your godmother. Thankfully he had as it had been Tom and Sarah that had helped to raise you after your mom had died.

“Ride’s here Miss Y/N” Frank called, pulling you from your thoughts.

You collected your bags and started for the car that would take you to the Kazansky home. Your home.

“I meant to ask, Miss Y/N,” Frank said before you got into the car, “I saw your last name on the paperwork, any relation to Pete Mitchell?”

You froze, the smile on your face slipping a bit, “He’s my father.”

The car pulled up outside of your aunt and uncle’s house. After finalizing the payment and tip on your app, you thanked the driver and climbed out of the car, grabbing your bags with you.

You stood looking at the house for a moment before taking a deep breath and walking up the walk to the front door. Before you reached the front step, the door was thrown open and your aunt came out, pulling you into a tight hug. You quickly dropped the bags and wrapped your arms around her, melting into her comfort.

“I’ve missed you so much, Aunt Sarah” You whispered, tears threatening to fall. “I’m so sorry for staying away.”

“Hush, sweetheart,” She said gently, “You’re home now, that’s what matters. We’ve missed you too, baby girl.”

She pulled back, smiling, “Come on inside. The kids are out with friends but will be home later. Let’s get you settled then you can go in and visit with Uncle Tom.”

You followed your aunt upstairs to the room you’d always stayed in when you were home. Truth was, this was just as much your childhood home as your actual one in Virginia. Whenever your dad was sent on longer deployments or stationed on bases you couldn’t join him, he’d send you back to San Diego to stay with your Godparents. On the shorter missions, you mostly just sayed with Carol Bradshaw. Life of a military kid… you were raised by a village.

After you dropped your stuff off in the room and took a minute to prepare yourself, you headed downstairs to your uncle’s office. Your aunt left you to spend time alone with him while she prepared a snack for you.

You knocked on the office door before opening it and peaking your head through. You smiled seeing your uncle hard at work at his desk. Leave it to Uncle Tom to still be directing the Navy, even as he fought a losing battle with cancer.

“So I see you never actually retired, huh?” You teased, hoping your face didn’t show your heartbreak at seeing just how weakened your uncle looked. “Does Aunt Sarah know she threw you a bogus retirement party?”

Slowly standing up from his computer, he turned to you and held his arms out. You quickly walked into his embrace, wrapping your own arms tightly around him. You breathed in his scent, comforted and grounded in the familiarity.

“Love you” He said softly, his voice weak and rough.

“I love you too” You replied quietly, “I’m sorry for not coming home sooner…or more often.”

He shook his head, stepping back and motioning to the chair next to his desk for you to sit. Once he was back in his seat, he turned to type a message, finding it easier than talking.

“You have nothing to apologize for, Sweetheart. I’m glad you’re here now.” He typed.

“I quit my job with the charter company before leaving.” You confided in him, “When I got your message, I realized that my family and everyone I love is here. There is nothing left for me in Virginia except ghosts and regrets. You’re right, Uncle Tommy. It’s time to come home.”

“It’s time to let go of the past. Life is too short.” He replied with a gentle smile.

“How do I do that?” You asked, “It feels like it’s too late. I waited too long.”

“It’s never too late my little bird. Have you talked to your dad? Rooster?”

“I talk to dad mostly on holidays and birthdays. Things haven’t been great since he royally screwed over Rooster. He’s my dad and I love him but I guess when everything went down it just reinforced all of the anger and resentment I harbored getting tossed around all the time as a kid. I know I landed with you and Aunt Sarah or with Carol, but it still always felt like he chose the Navy over me. As for Rooster… he was so angry after he was denied the academy…I thought he’d eventually come around but he hasn’t and I stopped trying.” Truth was, even years later, the hurt was just as raw.

As kids you and Rooster were incredibly close. You were younger than him by a few years but that never mattered. You did everything together when you were home in Virginia and would spend hours on the phone when you were in California. Bradley Bradshaw had been your first love, which made it even more devastating when your dad had pulled his papers for the Academy. Bradley hadn’t just cut ties with your dad, he’d also left you behind.

“Talk to them both, Y/N. You may just be what they both need. They’ve both been called back to Top Gun. There’s no time like the present, Sweetheart. They’ve both been called back for a dangerous mission. Your dad is the instructor.”

“Does Brad know dad’s the instructor? I can’t imagine he’d be in a hurry to take a mission that had anything to do with dad. Do either know I’m here?” You asked, knowing your uncle had most likely been the one to pull strings.

“I don’t imagine Bradley knows your dad will be involved in the mission. Your dad texted when he arrived in North Island but he’s avoiding me. You should reach out to them both. Giving Bradley a heads up about your dad might go a long way to mend fences.”

“I wasn’t the one that burned the fences in the first place.” You said stubbornly, “Hell, Uncle Tommy, he nuked the damn fences. He should be trying to make things right with me. Same with my father.”

“You’re not wrong, my hard headed girl. Problem is, both of them are hard headed as well.” He looked at you while he continued to type, “Can you live with the way things were left if something were to happen to them?”

“I hate when you make sense.” You grumbled, “When did you become so level-headed?”

“Reaching the end of one’s life allows you to look back and see things you missed when you were busy living.”

“I’m scared to lose you too, Uncle Tommy.” you whispered, “You’ve been one of my only constants and my rock my entire life. I don’t know how to pick up the pieces without you.”

“I will always be your wingman, Y/N, watching over you and giving you a nudge. You’re stronger than you allow yourself to believe. Aunt Sarah will always be here, and this will always be your home. But like I said before, Sweetheart… it’s time to let your dad back in.”

You wiped the tears that had started to fall, looking out the window to try to regain your composure. Tom pushed back from the desk and slowly stood up, pulling you up as he did. He wrapped you in his arms, holding you tightly as you allowed the grief of what was to come to wash over you. After a few moments when the tears slowed, he dropped a kiss on your head and pulled back enough to smile down at you.

“It’s going to be ok.” He rasped. You knew it hurt him tremendously to talk, but you loved to hear the reassurance anyway.

Your aunt walked into the room, smiling at the sight of the two of you together. She brought a fresh glass of water and some meds for your uncle.

“It’s time for the afternoon meds, my love.” She said, handing him the pills. Your uncle took the pills and grimaced as he tossed them back with the water. It looked like swallowing them hurt him as much as trying to talk did. It broke your heart to see him this way. Your uncle had always been one of the toughest and strongest men you knew.

“I’m going to go re-orientate myself with North Island, maybe go put my toes in the Pacific.” You said, needing time to get your head on straight and process your conversation with your uncle. “Is it still ok if I borrow your Jeep?”

“Of course, Sweetie.” Your aunt replied, “The keys are on the hook by the door. Call if you need anything ok?”

“I will. I love you both.” You said, “Crappy circumstances aside, I’m happy to be home.”

“We’re happy you’re home too.” Your aunt replied. You quickly hugged them both before grabbing your purse from your room and making your way back downstairs.

You grabbed the keys to the Jeep and headed out to the garage, taking a deep breath to center yourself when you stepped outside.

The drive to the beach was soothing. There wasn’t a lot of traffic since it was the middle of a weekday. You had contemplated driving by the base, but decided that was a task for another time. The ocean was calling you. It’s a good thing you’d never been too far from an ocean growing up, as it was often what soothed your soul the most…apart from Bradley that was.

You pulled into the parking lot of the Hard Deck, knowing it was still closed until later in the afternoon, but it had beach access. You would just have to pop in for a quick drink when it did open to make up for using their parking lot. You also knew that the owner, Penny Benjamin wouldn’t mind you parking in her bar’s lot.

The walk from the lot down to the beach was pleasant. You kicked your shoes off and left them by a group of chairs, walking closer to the water so you could dip your toes in. The water was cold, despite the warm weather. You looked out over the water past the horizon, breathing in the salty air. As you were turning to head back to the chairs you’d left your shoes at, you heard the familiar sound of F-18s. You looked up in time to see three jets fly overhead. They looked to be flying maneuvers judging by the formation of the jets. They passed quickly and were out of sight before too long. You smiled, welcoming the familiarity in being close to a naval aviation base again.

“Well, that answers the question of who’s Jeep is parked in my lot.” You heard a familiar voice from behind you, turning to see it was Penny.

“I hope you don’t mind. I just came from my uncle’s and needed to regroup a bit. I planned on coming in once you'd opened.” you replied.

“I don’t mind, Kiddo.” She replied, “It’s been awhile since I’ve seen you. Did you just fly in?”

“Yeah. I got here today.” You said, “Uncle Tom texted me a couple weeks ago and told me it was time to come home.”

“I saw your aunt at the Farmer’s Market and she filled me in. I’m sorry, Kiddo. I know how close you are.”

“Thank you” You replied, quietly, “It definitely fucking sucks.”

“Can’t argue that.” She agreed, “Wanna come up and have a drink? Keep my company while I open?”

“I’d love that.” You replied, smiling.

Once inside, Penny grabbed you a beer from the cooler and started getting the bar stocked, the two of you slipping into comfortable conversation. You’d spent time with Penny often growing up. Your dad had had an on again off again relationship with her. You’d hoped he’d eventually get smart and ask her to marry him. You really liked Penny and knew she was good for your dad. She didn’t put up with his bullshit, which was definitely your favorite quality.

“The bar will start to fill up with aviators in about an hour, they usually file in once their training has ended for the day. So depending on who you want to see…or to avoid… you have a timeframe to work with.” She said, giving you a knowing look.

“Thanks, Pen.” You replied, “Honestly, I know I can’t avoid him forever… I just don’t know that I’m quite ready yet.”

“Which ‘him’ are you not ready to face? Your dad or Bradshaw?” She asked, winking.

“Both?” You laughed, “Uncle Tommy told me to stop being stubborn and that the mission they’re back for is a dangerous one. Aren’t they all dangerous though?”

“Yes and no” She replied, having grown up as an admiral’s daughter, Penny knew the score. “I think your uncle is right though, Kiddo. I’d tell your dad and Bradshaw the same thing, but it would fall on deaf ears.”

“What makes you think I’m more willing to listen?” You asked

“You’re here.” She said, leveling with you a knowing stare. “You could have gone to any beach or any bar. Yet this is where you ended up.”

“Touche.” You laughed. “I miss them, Pen. I act tough and I give my dad a hard time… and I’ve got some definite intense emotions in regards to him but he’s my dad. I love him…even when he’s stupid.”

“And Bradley?” She asked gently, “Where do those feelings land in regards to him? I seem to remember a certain someone who thought that boy hung the moon and stars.”

“He left me behind.” You said, “I doubt I’ll ever stop loving the idiot, but he left me. He was mad at dad, rightfully so, but he cut ties with me too like I didn’t even matter.”

“Well, I say give them both hell, Kiddo.” She answered, “Don’t go easy on them by any means, but don’t shut them out if the opportunity arises for amends to be made. Let them know exactly what you think and feel, but be open to what they have to say too.”

She glanced up to the windows overlooking the parking lot, then looked back at you.

“Decision time, Kiddo.” She said, “Your dad just pulled up on his bike. He probably already saw the Jeep parked out there, but if you’re not ready yet, I can let you out the back and keep him distracted.”

You glance behind you, seeing your dad getting off his bike. You’re torn. The part of you that’s still daddy’s little girl, aches to run out to him and throw your arms around his neck. The hurt teenager and adult version isn’t ready for the interaction.

“Thanks, Pen.” You said, “I think I’ll take that as my cue to leave for now.”

“Sure thing, Kiddo.” She replied, leading you around to the office in the back that would lead to the exit. “Just don’t leave it too long. Maybe come back tonight… Shay will be here, you two can catch up. And maybe a certain other Aviator as well.”

“I’ll think about it.” You promised, “Thank you again, Pen…for everything.”

You carefully dashed out of the back, making sure not to slam the door, before heading to the Jeep and jumping in. You really hoped Penny was able to keep your dad distracted and that he didn’t recognize the Jeep. Knowing your uncle, you pretty much figured he’d already let your dad know you were here, but you needed a little more time.

You drove around a little more after leaving the Hard Deck, stopping at Starbucks to grab a coffee before heading back home.

As you were pulling in, your phone dinged with a notification. Once you parked and turned off the ignition, you pulled your phone out of your purse to check the incoming message.

Dad: I saw you high tailing it out of Penny’s, Firecracker. Planning on avoiding me forever?

You sighed, knowing you were caught. It sucked that your relationship with your dad was so complicated. Why couldn’t it be as easy as the one you had with your Uncle?

Y/N: Not forever. Just … for now.

Dad: Fair enough. I love you, Y/N. I’m here when you’re ready.

Dad: Also, in case Uncle Ice didn’t tell you, Bradshaw is in town too…in case you want to avoid him too.

Y/N: Already know... Don’t treat him unfairly, Dad. The fact he was called back to Top Gun means something. He’s a good pilot. He’s not Goose and you can’t wash him out over a stupid promise you didn’t have the right to make.

Dad: Duly noted.

Well, at least you can say you tried. And honestly, that exchange was the longest you’d had in months. Uncle Tom should be proud.

_________

Later that night after dinner, your uncle went up to bed, worn out from the day. You helped your aunt with the dishes and putting away the leftovers. Your cousins were watching a movie, taking their minds off of everything. Your heart broke for them. You were really young when your mom had died, but you remember what the loss felt like. You didn’t wish that loss on anyone.

“You should go back to the Hard Deck, Sweetheart.” Your aunt said, drying her hands off on the towel once the dishes were complete. “If for no other reason than to catch up with Shay like Penny suggested. If you’re planning on staying, it will be nice to reconnect with friends.”

“Why do I get the feeling you saying ‘friends’ includes Bradley?” You gave her a side-eyed look but couldn’t get mad at her if you tried.

“Be careful, have fun.” She said, already knowing you’d give in. “If you need to leave the Jeep parked and uber home, I can take you to get it in the morning.”

“I definitely don’t plan on drinking more than one beer.” You replied, “Two tops if I decide to stay longer. I’ll be quiet when I come back in.”

“I love you, sweetheart.” She said, hugging you.

“Love you too.” You replied smiling.

You decided a change in clothes was needed before you left for the bar. Not that you were dressing to impress anyone… at all. You simply wanted to feel refreshed… besides, maybe there was another hot aviator you could meet.

Pulling out what you’d already had a chance to unpack, you decided on a pair of distressed jeans and a lightweight gray racerback style loose tank, the front slightly tucked in. You slipped on your black sandals before heading into the bathroom to do something about your unruly wavy hair and to apply light makeup. In the end, the only way to tame your hair was to just pull it up into a loose messy bun, with a few front pieces left out to frame your face. Finally satisfied, you grabbed your purse and headed out.

The bar was much livelier than it had been when you were there earlier. Several cars were parked in the lot and you could hear the music from the jukebox as you walked in from the parking lot. Once inside the door, you could see it was indeed full of Naval officers. Spotting Shay sitting at the bar talking to Penny as she poured drinks, you made your way over.

“Twice in one day!” Penny teased, “Must be my lucky day.”

“Just couldn’t stay away, Penny” You replied, “The beer is too good here.”

“Y/N!” Shay exclaimed, after turning to see who her aunt was talking to. “When did you get back? How long are you here for?”

“I got back earlier today, actually.” You replied, smiling at her contagious excitement. “I’m here… indefinitely.”

“It’s so good to see you!” She beamed, “It’s been way too long. What have you been up to?”

You settled onto the barstool next to her, shoving your purse behind you so it was out of the way. Penny slid a Corona over to you, winking, before heading to the other side of the bar to fill orders.

“Up until a few days ago, I was flying charter flights for a company out of Virginia Beach.” You responded, taking a sip of your beer. “I haven’t really decided what my new plan is. I’m kinda playing it by ear I guess. What have you been up to? It’s literally been, what, since college since we’ve managed to be here at the same time?”

“Something like that!” She laughed, “Too long, regardless. I’ve been good though! I moved here to be closer to Aunt Penny once I graduated college. I’m working at a medical office by day and still writing at night and on weekends. I have a publisher who would prefer if I were only writing, but I’m not ready to give up the stability of the full time job yet.”

“That’s awesome, Shay! I’m glad you’re still writing.” you replied happily, “I can’t wait to read all of your New York Times Bestsellers one day soon!”

“That’s the dream!” She replied.

“Penny, my dear, another round of beers please!” A smooth, southern accent sounded next to you.

You glanced over to see a tall, blonde aviator, dripping in confidence, with a dimpled smile to match. You could acknowledge the fact that he was indeed hot, but knew instantly, he was far from your type.

“And another round for these beautiful ladies here as well, put it all on my tab.” He winked, openly checking you and Shay out.

You rolled your eyes, glancing at Shay, who just laughed and shrugged. You weren’t one to turn down free drinks, but you’d promised your aunt you wouldn’t be drinking a lot tonight.

Penny placed the drinks in front of you, passing the aviator’s whose callsign was apparently Hangman his own drinks. “None of your games with these two, Hangman, or you’ll be buying for the entire bar. These ladies are family.”

“Loud and clear ma’am!” He smiled, his dimples becoming more pronounced. “Can I get names to go with your gorgeous faces?”

“Does that normally work?” You asked, amused. He wasn’t your type, but you liked this guy. Cocky yes, but you could see yourself befriending him.

“It’s not a perfect record, but it’s not bad.” He shot back, shrugging. “I’m Hangman. Or Jake.”

“Thanks for the drink, Hangman.” You replied, “I’m Y/N.”

“You’re welcome, Darlin’” He said, unable to keep from flirting too long. “And this exquisite lady next to you?”

“You’re smooth.” Shay laughed, “A shameless first… not hard on the eyes. I’m Shay.”

“Shameless perhaps” He drawled, eyes clearly wandering over Shay as he replied, “But sincere.”

“I guess we’ll see about the serenity of it.” She teased, “But thanks for the drink.”

“Bagman, stop harassing them before your ass gets the bell rung on you.” A female voice said approaching behind Hangman. “I don’t mind drinking on your tab, but I feel it’s part of the girl code to protect unsuspecting females from you.”

“I was just being friendly, Phoenix.” He replied, feigning hurt. “I was making friends.”

“Sure… friends” she replied, rolling her eyes and grabbing one of the beers from him before glancing over at you. “I’m Natasha, or Phoenix.”

“Y/N” You replied, then introduced Shay as well. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“You too!” She replied, “I’m usually surrounded by pure testosterone, so happy to balance it out when I can.”

“I can only imagine.” You laughed, understanding the male dominated field she was in. “Feel free to come hang with us anytime.”

“I’ll take you up on that!” She said, “But for now, I have to deliver this one back to the group with everyone’s drinks.”

“I’m sure I’ll see you ladies around.” Hangman said, “Enjoy your night.”

As they walked back to a group in uniforms, you and Shay looked at one another laughing.

“Well that was entertaining.” You said, “He’s full of character.”

“He’s fucking HOT” Shay said, her eyes following where he’d walked off to. “If you’re not interested…”

“All yours” you replied, “Friends with that guy is probably all I could handle. And…to be honest, there’s really only one Naval aviator I would ever even consider dating but it’ll never happen. I have enough on my plate right now anyway.”

“Who’s the special one you would date?” Shay asked, intrigued. Before you could answer, the jukebox suddenly cut out and everyone around started to cheer and head to one side of the bar.

You could hear the piano above the cheering. The opening chords to Great Balls of Fire, distinct and burned into your memory. You look quickly at Penny, who, catching your startled look, nods before tipping her head towards the piano.

You shake my nerves and you rattle my brain

Too much love drives a man insane

You broke my will

But what a thrill

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The sound of Bradley singing took you back to when you were younger. Endless hours of karaoke together or him playing piano and singing just to entertain you. Your heart clenched hearing his voice again. You knew there was a Bradley sized hole in your life, but you hadn’t fully realized how large it was until the moment you heard him again. You zoned out listening to his smooth voice.

I chew my nails and I twiddle my thumbs

Real nervous, but it sure is fun

Come on, baby

You're driving me crazy

Goodness gracious, great balls of fire!

The bar erupted into cheers, everyone yelling his name. You were so lost in memories you didn’t register the jukebox being plugged back in and music starting, everyone returning to their drinks and conversations.

“From the look on your face, I think I know the answer to my previous question.” Shay said, her attention focused on you. “You ok, Y/N?”

“Yeah.” You quietly replied, pulled from your head. “I’m good.”

“Back door is always an option, Kiddo.” Penny said, gently, “Just say the word.”

“Thanks, Pen” You replied, “I can’t keep running forever though. I’ll be ok.”

“Ok, well, look alive then” She said looking over your shoulder, “It’s showtime.”

You gulped in air, anxiety rushing over you. You could feel every nerve ending firing in response to a surge of adrenaline flooding your system. Your whole body felt like it was on fire.

“Breathe, Y/N” Shay said quietly, her hand on your shoulder to steady and ground you.

“Hey, Penny!” Bradley called cheerfully as he reached the bar, “Can I get another beer please?”

“Coming right up, Rooster” She replied, reaching into the cooler for a bottle of his preferred beer.

“Thanks!” He said, before taking a drink and glancing over your way.

You kept your head turned towards the bar and eyes firmly on your own drink, determined now to look over. You were frantically trying to keep from hyperventilating.

“Sunshine.” He said, using the nickname he’d given you long ago, the shock at seeing you evident in his voice and in his eyes when you finally glanced up at him. “It is you… you look…good.”

“Hi, Brad.” You replied, finally looking up. He was dressed in well worn, fitted jeans and his signature Hawaiian shirt open over a white tank. Aviator glasses perched on his nose. “So do you…the mustache suits you.”

“Thanks. I rather like it.” He said, awkwardly shifting from one foot to the next. You hated it. Things had always been so easy between the two of you, this new distance hurt almost worse than just not seeing him at all. “What brings you back to North Island? Last I heard you were flying tourists and bigwigs around on the East Coast.”

“So you’ve kept tabs on me then?” You asked, curiously.

“Iceman would occasionally let it slip when I’d run into him.” He explained. So he hadn’t cared enough to actually ask about you. The realization stung.

“I’m back because Uncle Tom said it was time to come home.” You replied, turning your eyes back to the beer bottle in front of you. “The cancer is back and the docs said he wouldn’t beat it this time.”

“I’m sorry, Y/N.” He said sincerely, “I know how close you’ve always been to him.”

“He’s not the only one I was close to.” You said quietly. You glanced up to see guilt race across his face before he schooled his features. “Brad… you should know..”

“Look, Y/N,” He interrupted, “It was good to see you, but I need to get back to my friends. I’ll see you around maybe.”

As he walked away, it felt like you’d been kicked in the gut. The wind knocked out of you. The realization hitting you that Bradley didn’t even see you as a friend anymore. You swallowed the lump lodged in your throat, pushing the half full bottle of beer away. You needed air. It felt like the bar was closing in around you.

“I’m going to go ahead and go.” You said gathering your purse from behind you, “It was good to see you tonight, give me a call when you’re free and we can hang out again.”

“Y/N” Shay said, “Do you want me to give you a ride home?”

“I’ll be ok, but thank you.” You replied, “I just need air and to get out of here. Please let Penny know I’ll stop by again…maybe when the bar is closed.”

“I will.” She replied, “I’ll call you tomorrow. We can get some lunch.”

Nodding, you carefully got off the bar stool and headed quickly for the door, not wanting to make eye contact with anyone, just needing to escape. Once outside you took a deep breath, gulping in the much needed air to your lungs. You could still hear the music from the bar playing and the loud voices of drunk sailors and aviators, but outside, it was easier to cue into the sounds of the waves and the breeze moving through the trees. The sound of the waves crashing helped to soothe you enough you no longer felt like you were hyperventilating. No longer in danger of passing out due to lack of oxygen, you decided it was safe to make your way home.

“Fuck you Bradley Bradshaw.” You said, the breeze carrying your words out to sea.

You walked to Jeep, ready to put this day behind you. With your back to the bar, you didn’t see Bradley had stepped out of the bar and was watching you walk away. He’d seen you leave, had watched you walk out of the bar looking like a kicked puppy. The remorse caused his stomach to churn. As your taillights faded away out of the parking lot, Bradley trudged to his Bronco, deciding to call it a night.

#bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw #top gun fanfiction #miles teller

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Christmas with the Sallow Family: Chapter 2 Admissions // Sebastian Sallow x Reader

Summary:

Sebastian’s world majorly shifts as he finally realizes that the girl he cares for isn’t always going to be safe from danger.

Notes:

I’m back! And for those who were ever so patient and kind I am posting a second chapter very shortly after this so stay tuned… I apologize if anyone hates angst or injury, but we couldn’t move through the story sunshine and rainbows all the time. I promise once you make it past the bump in the road it’s worth it… We are slowly starting to see Sebastian loose his concerns over propriety…

So this is your warning now: There are mentions of blood and injury. Mentions of minor abuse. Brief mentions of nudity as well.

Word Count: 9,500 +

Also a reminder this is part of a larger work, previous part found here: https://www.tumblr.com/legacygirlingreen/712553086792712192/christmas-with-the-sallow-family-chapter-1

It had been a few days since the night where Sebastian and and the girl shared their first real kiss. For the most part they had kept things as light as possible, with a few brief stolen moments when they found themselves alone - regrettably due to Solomon those moments being few and far between. Their days had been filled with Sebastian being forced to help Solomon outside with physical labor, while Ominis stayed indoors to attend to Anne. As for the new student, she spent most of the day studying up on things she had missed during their first 4 years at hogwarts and keeping Anne from becoming lonely.

A few days into their holiday Professor Fig sent word, asking her to meet him at a ruin off the coast not far from Feldcroft. While it took some explaining to Solomon that they girl needed to briefly depart for an important task with one of the professors, he reluctantly relented. Solomon half expected the whole thing to be a ploy from his nephew to get the young girl alone without his watchful eye, but when he saw the letter with official seals from the school he understood they could not forge such a document. He had heard rumors that the girl had abilities beyond even the strongest witches and wizards working at the ministry, however he had yet to see such power demonstrated in his home.

It was difficult to watch her leave, but Sebastian had grown acclimated to her missions with the professor. While Fig’s note was not very revealing if there would be danger, the sinking feeling in his stomach lead to him holding her tighter than normal, as well as press a longer kiss between her eyebrows not caring about Solomon’s presence witnessing him do so. He expected an earful at her departure, however had yet to receive one.

Solomon noticed the way Sebastian kept moving about their small farm with anxiety and worry for the girl, deciding that while his nephew’s actions that morning toed the line of improper, in some small way may have been warranted. It didn’t take a genius to see how much the young woman had grown such importance to him in the brief amount of time they had been in each other’s lives. It was almost astounding how much they seemed to have a deep rooted respect and admiration within the few months she had been at Hogwarts. Some of the best divination seekers often spoke about the way some peoples lives were inherently destined to be intertwined, an instinctual bond easily forming. Solomon wondered if his nephew was one of those rare and deeply fortunate wizards to have discovered his perfect match at all, let alone at such a young age…

The sun was just starting its decent from the sky, when Sebastian began to truly worry. Without the girl around, his uncle had not said anything as Sebastian removed his shirt at the intensity of the labor. His shoulders slowly had grown covered in dirt and sweat at the day’s work. He was finishing up repairing their stone fences with Solomon when a loud crack and feminine scream sounded the air. Not far from the side of the house stood Professor Fig, with her ashen looking frame thrown over his shoulder as she clutched her blooded side. Her hair tumbling from its braid, and the dark clothes she must’ve changed into after leaving, looked even darker around the area she was clutching.

Sebastian hadn’t even heard his uncle yelling at him to grab his shirt before he was running towards the professor and the girl. His long legs broke into a fast stride as he quickly vaulted over the stone wall and launched himself towards Fig. He could have cared less at his disheveled and dirty appearance nor the mouthful he was destined to receive for his lack of dress.

Sebastian quickly made his way around her body, helping Fig as her weight was slowly starting to become a bit much for the older man.

“We ran into some trouble with some of Ranrok’s loyalists along the coast. Usually it’s not a problem but I became cornered and she jumped in front of me before I could stop her…” Fig tried to explain to Sebastian as he pulled her into his side. She shifted in pain, more color draining from her face as he imagined the blood loss to be starting to set in.

Solomon finally had caught up, having started off on Sebastian’s heels as he did not want the boy showing his bare chest for the young woman to see. As his stern eyes made out his nephew holding the girl, who’s wound seemed worse for ware, he softened his gaze. Sebastian looked frantically, examining her face as she was still struggling to keep herself from crying out again. The girl had strength he would allow her that. Her eyes slowly rolled back in her head as Sebastian held her face in his dirt covered hands.

Solomon tossed the boy’s discarded shirt at him, as Sebastian pressed it to her abdomen in an attempt to slow the bleeding. “Quickly, get her inside” he found himself ushering them all towards the house, his old habits as an Auror rising to the surface.

She stumbled against Sebastian’s side, as his height stretched her torso more than Fig’s had. She struggled to keep herself upright and in a moment of quick thinking, Sebastian briefly stopped. He quickly scooped her up underneath her bent knees to carry her bridal style towards the family home. With her good arm still wrapped around his neck, and her face now coming to rest against his collar bones he found some solace as her breath fell on his bare chest. She mumbled something against his skin, yet in his hast he hadn’t been able to make out what she had said.

“Just hold on, I’ve got you” he said softly, briefly allowing himself to look into her eyes as he moved as fast as his legs could carry him towards the Sallow home.

Anne and Ominis quickly split apart from where they had both been sitting next to each other when Sebastian bust in the door. At first the pair was scared they had been caught, but as Anne’s eyes landed on how Sebastian was holding her and the way he had been moving with haste, she grabbed Ominis off the bed and pulled him into the corner.

Fig and Solomon rushed in behind the boy, as he slowly lowered the young woman onto one of the beds inside. Solomon quickly began rushing around, trying to find some of the medical supplies he kept in the cottage as Fig made his way to the girls side. Sebastian was still next to her, holding his now stained shirt tightly to the wound as his other hand attempted to brush the loose strands of hair off her sweat soaked forehead. She let out a loud gasp for air as her wild eyes settled on his deeply concerned brown ones.

“ Seb-“ she tried to speak to him, but as the air was slowly proving difficult to enter her lungs she struggled.

Anne began to shout, asking what had happened when Solomon loudly roared amongst the chaos for Ominis to remove his niece from the scene. Ominis, quickly obliged, having to forcefully drag the sickly girl from site. The boy, while confused at the extent of the circumstances due to his lack of vision, could tell from the shouts alone something was deeply wrong. Anne’s last look into the home before Ominis forced her into the slowly chilling air was her twin brother’s face as his eyes wide with fear glanced from her own back down at the girl.

“I tried to use a healing charm but the wound was too deep. Wiggenweld is not going to be strong enough for this.” Fig said, as he knelt next to Sebastian, explaining his attempts at helping the girl before apparating away from the scene.

“I wanted to take her back to Hogwarts but she demanded I bring her here.” Fig continued his explanation for the girls fragile state as Solomon made quick work at the potions table in the corner of their home.

It pained Sebastian to see her in such as state. Her mumbling slowly was turning incoherent and her body was slowly beginning to shake under his hands.

“I need to see what kind of wound I am dealing with to know how to treat her” Solomon called out, rushing over to where they all leaned over her mangled body. Fig quickly nodded, grabbing his wand to aid the former Auror. Sebastian removed his shirt from her gash and set out to start undoing the buttons of her vest when Solomon slapped his hands on top of the boys. The pair of hands landed onto her chest with a violence smack and she screamed out, eyes flying open at the contact.

Her scream caused him to jolt violently as he reared back at Solomon shouting “What is wrong with you?!” Sebastian could have cared less at his uncles use of force against him, but the unintended consequences of hurting his beloved was enough to make him want to bring fists upon the older man’s face.

“Boy, I will not be having you use this as an excuse to undress that girl, join your sister outside.” Solomon said the venom dripping from his words as Sebastian’s eyes flared with all the anger in his body.

“I am not leaving her side.” Sebastian abruptly stood, eyes mere inches from Solomon’s as he shouted back at his uncle with enough force to shake the house.

“You most certainly will. I will not stand by as you disgrace this girl more than you most likely already have.” Solomon boomed back.

The words hit Sebastian like a slap to the face. He immediately saw red. Fig quickly found himself in the midst of a screaming match between the young man and his uncle as his young companion was bleeding out. As the two argued he slowly set out to make work of the clothing that was stuck to her wound. He cut away enough of her linen top to both maintain modesty and allow them to see the damage the Goblin’s sword had infringed upon the girl. The professor watched as y/n’s eyes cracked, and her hand slowly inched back towards the young boy trying to reach for him. He took that as his moment to cut in between the two screaming men.

“I hardly believe this is the time for such an argument. Sebastian please aid in keeping our friend distracted as I imagine given the nature of her injuries, treatment may provide painful. Mr. Sallow, I believe that she has taken damage to her lungs and is slowly starting to struggle with breathing. If you could assist me in repairing the damage.”

Sebastian’s eyes quickly snapped back to her at Fig’s wise words attempting to defuse the situation. He found himself nodding at the man’s suggestions before retaking his spot next to the wounded girl. Until this moment he had been unable to dwell on the situation, his body reacting in an attempt to keep her calm. As she continued to struggle to breathe, and more blood spilled onto the bed, the direness unfolding finally hit him.

Suddenly Sebastian was holding Anne in his arms after she had been cursed. His then smaller and weaker arms struggled to carry her down the hill as she screamed in pain. The smell of smoke in the air and the yelling of his neighbors defending the town against attack clouded his senses. His sister slowly slipped from his grasp in the cold night air of Feldcroft as he yelled for help.

Sebastian was much younger, in his parents basement as their bodies lay cold on the floor. He kept pulling at his mother’s arm, trying to get her to wake up, but she did not move. He begged her to hold him, to muse his hair, to look at him. Again he tried to lift her, only to have her arm fall to the ground, limp.

He refused to loose her in the same way .

Sebastian had not realized that his inability to breathe was coming from the sob he had been choking back. He leaned his forehead to her shoulder and violently shook as his uncle and the teacher rushed about, trying to produce a potion that would be able to save the girl. Solomon briefly became distracted from trying to find some ashwinder eggs when he heard the gut wrenching sob leave his nephew, who was leaning over the injured girl as his whole body violently started shaking. Solomon worked faster in an attempt to calm the storm brewing under his roof, for the girls sake but also Sebastian’s. There was a reason he didn’t want his Nephew having to see something so violent.

Only after the sound, similar to a wounded animal, had left the young man did he feel a faint hand against the back of his skull. Feather like fingers brushed the soft tips of his hair before falling away again as she gasp out again in pain.

Fig made quick work of assisting the older Sallow in concocting whatever potion the former Auror thought to be the best option in the circumstance. He glanced back at his companion as her eyes were closed and her eyebrows scrunched in pain. The professor noted the way the young man clutched her small hand in his, pressing his lips against the blood stained skin as he whispered softly against the back of her hand.

Sebastian attempted to smooth out the wrinkle in her brow as he attempted to control his own fear. He needed to remain strong for her sake. He still found it difficult seeing so much color having left her skin. It reminded him too much of his mother and Anne. He would’ve given anything to return the usual rose tint of her cheeks back.

She opened her eyes slowly, trying to find Sebastian in the haste. His cheeks had been stained with a tear and she had heard the sob he let out at her own expense. She hated knowing that it was her causing him such anguish. While the pain coursing her veins was unbearable - the Goblin’s enchanted blade having cut deep into her skin - her concern for the young man was stronger than worry for her own safety. She lifted her hand to cup his cheek, carefully brushing the tear from his face, before it abruptly fell back to the bed as the pain became too much to bear.

Fig rushed over to the pair, now holding the vile Solomon and thrust into his hands seconds before. “Quickly, help raise her head” he shouted at Sebastian as Solomon made quick work finally examining the wound. Sebastian brushed her hair back one more time, before helping Fig lift her head.

“She needs to drink it before I can close the wound” Solomon said to his nephew, who simply nodded taking the bottle in his hands. He carefully held it to her lips helping the girl ease the potion down her throat. He removed the bottle when he was sure she had swallowed the last of it. A small drop lingered at the corner of her lips, and slipped down her chin before he wiped it away with his thumb.

“Now what?” Sebastian said, noticing that while her breathing was slowly becoming more steady, she remained in discomfort and the cut along her stomach remained open and bleeding.

“You both need to hold her down” Solomon said before he turned his wand to her wound. The moment he started using charms to close the cut, she started screaming. She pushed back against Sebastian’s firm grasp, who was attempting to both sooth her, and hold her to the bed. Eventually the bleeding stopped and Solomon returned to standing at the foot of her bed.

Sebastian allowed his grasp to relax as she slowly leaned into the bed, letting out a small relieved sigh. Covered in blood, sweat and tears she laid in the bed looking like a rag doll.

Fig turned towards the older man, beckoning him outside as Sebastian slowly allowed his hand to trace patterns along the sides of her face and neck. He let his other hand drift towards her right hand, holding it tightly in his own. He thanked Merlin and whatever God must exist for allowing her to skirt death in their living room.

The girl, havinf finally come down from the pain enough to properly process the world around her in more than just rushed glimpses, attempted to properly speak to him.

“Sebastian” she finally was able to make out his name, and while deeply traumatized but the events of the evening, the sound still made his heart soar at how she always spoke the name his parents had given him unlike anyone else on the planet.

“I’m right here, I didn’t leave you. I won’t leave you.” His words came flying out and he wasn’t sure if it was from his own fear of watching her struggle, or that he was concerned for her panic, but he felt the need to remind them both how lucky they were.

His kind eyes returned to her limited field of vision as she lightly squeezed his palm. A small smile worked its way onto her face as she said “water.”

He quickly jumped up, rushing around to find the small basin usually in their kitchen along with a tankard and a rag, before making his way back to her. He could hear his Uncle’s and the Professor’s muffled voices outside but for the moment he couldn’t care less what his guardian or the teacher were saying.

As he eased himself onto the bed next to her, he slowly brought the cup to her lips, helping her as she drank the much needed liquid. When she was finished he removed the tankard from her hands and soaked the cloth in the basin before bringing it to slowly start washing the mess from her skin.

She slowly let her eyes close as the man washed away the traces of tears, sweat, grime and blood from her face. She hummed as his movements were gentle. Sebastian made the conscious effort to cover her bare skin, still with a lingering mark from the gash, in case others returned. Instead he focused on cleaning her hands and face. It wasn’t long before the whole group, Anne and Ominis included, made their way back inside.

Anne immediately rushed to her new friend’s side as Sebastian stood to allow his twin space to sit. He had worried that the strife would cause Anne unnecessary anguish, however she appeared fine, as she collected the girls hands in her own. Deciding to give them space, he moved towards Ominis in an attempt to give the concerned boy insight as he couldn’t exactly see all that had happened.

“Is she alright?” Ominis inquired, trying to get a better grasp of the situation.

“She will be alright. Those goblins did a number on her though.” He said, venom in his words at the thought of Goblins taking not only his sister from him, but also the woman he loved.

Ominis was unsure how to proceed. The events of the evening had sent him into a frenzy as Anne was beside herself with worry at the screams coming from in the house. While the panic seemed to have only lasted briefly it was enough to shake them all to the core. He had heard Sebastian and Solomon shouting at each other as the young Slytherin girl let out the most torturous sounds. Ominis half wondered if she had been hit by an especially powerful crutio given how violently she was reacting. Sebastian felt his friend’s clammy hand on his shoulder.

“Are you not wearing a shirt Sebastian?” Ominis asked in disbelief. Sebastian let out a small chuckle, remembering he had tossed it aside when they made it indoors as it was covered in blood.

Professor Fig made way towards the group of teens. The look in the older mans eyes was sorrowful. “I apologize for returning her in such a state Mr. Sallow. I made you promise to keep an eye on her, however I failed to do the same. I know you care deeply for my young prodigy. I have full confidence you will take good care of her until we return to Hogwarts.”

Sebastian was stunned at the mans words. He hadn’t felt any anger towards the man, understanding that her own selfless nature was the reason they ended up in the situation, not neglect on Fig’s. Sebastian had witnessed it in the troll attack, in moments they stumbled upon groups of Goblins or when they fell into a spider’s den. She was always the first to push him out of harms way before throwing her ancient magic at whatever foe opposed them.

“I will guard her with my life , sir” he said holding out a hand for the Professor.

“You are an honorable young man Mr. Sallow.” Fig responded, shaking Sebastian’s hand before moving to speak with her.

She allowed Anne to examine the growing scar on her abdomen as her breathing was slowly returning to normal. While she was severely uncomfortable at the sweat and blood soaked clothing she laid in, she considered the fact she was still breathing to be a notable exchange for discomfort. Fig came to stand behind Anne as Solomon called his niece, nephew and the Gaunt boy out to allow them privacy. In speaking to the Hogwarts faculty he was informed both of the young woman’s ability and her selfless act - something the retired Auror respected and realized needed protection that was beyond what even Fig could provide.

Fig sat along the bed next to her as he tried not to look at the young woman. The blood surrounded her reminded him of the guilt he had been carrying from the moment she had called out as the goblin’s blade pierced her skin. He tried to get her to proper medical care, but her strong insistence on getting back to the Sallow boy made him decide her wishes were more important given she had taken a stab meant for him. He felt bad barging into the small Scottish Hamlet with an injured teenage, but in some small way he knew her instance on keeping her ability to a closed community of those she trusted to have been a wise decision. After all, a former Auror would most likely be able to fix battle damage more than a school nurse who’s worst injuries often included upset stomachs.

“I wasn’t expecting a Goblin to pack such a mean swing there” she said, attempting to break the awkward looming in the air.

“Thank you, my young friend” Fig found himself earnestly thanking the girl.

“Thank you for bringing me here and not to nurse Blainey. That woman has the largest stick up her arse I swear to Merlin. Well, second largest stick behind Madam Scibner.” she said slightly coughing as she chuckled.

“The Sallow boy, he seemed quite distraught for a moment there.” Fig responded. While he wanted to bring her to the school matron or St. Mungos he understood why she wanted to be close to those she cared for.

“He lost his parents and now Anne is also unwell. I feel bad about causing him anguish, but a selfish part of me wanted to be able to say goodbye had things…” she trailed off trying not to think of what would have happened.

“I see you have grown to carry a strong flame for young Sallow since school began. Should I… owl your family on the matter or do you intent to inform them of this…” Fig was unsure what exactly the girl and Sebastian were in terms of titles.

“My family is aware that I have started courting a young wizard from school, and while they are disappointed it is unsafe to visit during the holidays, they trust my judgments”. She had informed her mother of her growing interests back when she initially started harboring a flame for the boy after the day in Hogsmeade. Her mother, who had already begun the search for a proper suitor in the muggle world was delighted knowing that she could discontinue that search.

Fig was almost taken aback by knowing his companion and the dark haired Slytherin boy were allowing their affections to move so quickly, yet when he thought back to how impatient himself and Miriam had been at that age he understood their urgency…

“Mr. Sallow is a strong young wizard, he shall continue to help push you in your studies I presume... I am glad you have found such a companion at Hogwarts.” Fig smiled, knowing that in the few months she had been at the school, her life had become filled with much danger and expectations that would crack a normal person under pressure. It made him glad to know that she had someone who could look after her well being, and be there at the end of the days to make sure the human parts of her would remain in order.

“I shall let you rest, I look forward to seeing you both return to Hogwarts in January. Take care my young friend”. With that Fig stood abruptly and left the cottage, bidding a quick goodbye to the Sallow family as he departed the town. He tried not to notice the way Sebastian’s eyes were trained on the ground, glassed over or the way Solomon’s face was burning red. Fig decided to table the words he heard as he walked through the door to leave the hamlet. He should speak with Assistant Head Matron Weasley upon his return to Hogwarts about the boys current living conditions…

Solomon escorted the young adults back inside and noted how the young girl was attempting to stand on her own. She still looked dreadful covered in the grime and blood of the day. While they had managed to heal the major injury she suffered, she still had smaller ones to attend to. He sighed, pulling his nephew’s shoulder in an attempt to stop him before Sebastian was able to cross the threshold of the living space back to her. The words that had been exchanged between them outside still rung in his ears.

“I have half a sense to make you pen the girls father asking permission to move forward with an engagement, as I cannot trust you to maintain propriety given what I have witnessed today.” Solomon spoke quickly as he shoved Sebastian roughly against the side of the house after their departure to allow the professor and her a moment of privacy.

Anne let out a small gasp at Solomon’s roughness towards her brother, but Ominis moved between them, attempting to shield her from having to see the extent of their conversation. He took out his wand, casting a simple “Silenco” charm on the pair both for Anne’s sake and for the girls sake indoors. The young Gaunt boy knew how the men were constantly at each other’s throats, and today had proved to have enough tension, without an argument between the Sallow men.

Sebastian swallowed hard at his uncles demands, feeling as the stone stung into his still bare back and his uncles hands left what he imagined would turn to bruises on his chest. Before he could get a word out Solomon continued to yell at him.

“You deliberately disobeyed me, staying in such an improper state next to that girl. I am your guardian, you do as I say, no matter the circumstances. You truly are your father’s son. How much longer before she too ends up at our doorstep unwed and with child like your mothe-“

Sebastian felt the angry tears already pooling in his eyes at the mention of his father, but when Solomon spoke with such degradation towards his mother and y/n he snapped. It was then he finally realized that Solomon no longer stood a head taller than him. His brown eyes looked into his Uncles and he pushed the man’s hands off his chest, taking a step forward. A eerie calm in his voice as he strongly spoke back to his guardian. “You will not speak that way about my mother.”

The edge in his tone paired with the chilling calm in his demeanor almost startled Solomon, as he realized his nephew was threatening him at the poor mentioning of Twin’s mother. Sebastian stood taller as he had taken a step towards the man and Solomon realized he was taking a stance on this issue in ways he had never seen from the young man.

“I will not allow you to make the same mistakes as your father.” Solomon fired back, his tone slightly softening despite him taking a step closer.

“I. Am. Not. A. Mistake.” Sebastian shouted into the night. He reached his hand up to his neck and clutched at his hair almost violently. He had listened to several years of his Uncle’s claims that their parents accidental fall from propriety into love, before they could be wed was what ruined the Sallow family name. He was reminded of how his mere existence continued to be a symbol of all his uncle hated in his father. He was done listening.

Anne watched in horror as Sebastian fought hard against the anger, sorrow and other surging emotions to keep himself upright. He maintained his composure the best he could. While she was unable to hear what they were arguing over due to Ominis’s charm she could tell it was not good. As she sucked in a deep breath, Ominis was there to pull her tighter in reassurance.

“Anne is not a mistake. I am not a mistake. My father loved my mother more than anything in this world.” Sebastian continued his rant as he attempted to slow his breathing. He felt his fingers itching towards his wand and while under normal circumstances he might have whipped it out, the fact he knew she was just a few feet away through the door, still somehow breathing thanks to his Uncle’s quick work was enough to keep him from loosing control. He just kept trying to imagine her eyes looking up at him reassuringly. He had to keep it together for her sake.

“If he loved her than he should have wed her before he defiled her. I will be damned if you do the same to that girl.” Solomon shoved Sebastian again as he continued to yell and this time Sebastian defiantly was unmoved by his uncles shove. Ominis sensed due to the way Anne had begun shaking in his arms that maybe someone needed to hear the words being thrown about and dropped the charm just as Sebastian spoke.

“I love her. When I decide to wed her it will not be because you have forced me to do so. It will be because I want to. I would never defile the woman I care for so deeply.” Sebastian responded with no malice in his voice, as it slipped out in a confident and collected tone. He was done allowing his uncle to get under his skin. Sebastian was done screaming and slowly tried to cool the scorching anger that had been coursing his veins as his uncle yelled at him. Instead he did his best to focus on how lucky he was that she had survived her injuries. The luck he felt standing at her side. The way the stars aligned so perfectly in allowing him to love such a woman. The way that despite how much he hated his Uncle, he owed the man so much given how he had kept her alive.

Sebastian’s eyes slowly went glassy as he defiantly held his uncle’s gaze. Solomon’s anger remained, however shock slowly worked its way unto his features at his nephew’s bold admission. The door to the cottage swung open as Professor Fig stepped outside. He also heard the boy’s bold claim…

Sebastian didn’t jump as his uncle’s hand made contact with his shoulder in the home. He merely allowed himself to be turned around, no more energy left in his body as the fighting and trauma the day was finally setting in as his adrenaline was disappearing. Solomon let out a sigh, attempting to massage the tension in his brow with his other hand as he maintained his hold on his nephew: his grip softened. “Please take her to the tent to get some rest. After a day like today I think everyone needs some shut eye. I… I apologize for being harsh.” Without an explanation Solomon turned and walked away to check on Anne.

Not wanting to dwell on the stress of the evening he decided to simply collect her and retire to their solitude from Solomon. He just wanted to spend all night holding her in his arms until the sun reappeared, putting to rest this terrible day.

“Hey you” she said horsely as he reappeared at her side. He allowed a small smile that didn’t quite meet his eyes cross his features as he moved to grab her from the bed to escort her carefully outside. Before he grabbed her he decided to avoid another unnecessary argument with Solomon, grabbing his uncle’s discarded vest on the other bed.

Sebastian shrugged the black vest on, not bothering with the buttons as he slowly moved the blanket she had been wrapped in from her body. He tried not to grimace seeing the blood that had accumulated under her as he slowly lifted her the same way he had done before, standing with her tiny body nestled in his arms.

He tipped his nose into the crook of her neck, briefly inhaling her faded sent of lavender before slowly making his way outside.

Anne and Ominis followed the pair outside and once inside the tent, Anne went to their shared room to conjure a bath for his injured lover. He continued to hold her wordlessly in his arms as he watched Anne move about the space, attempting to make it so she could help the injured girl remove the blood that had caked itself into her skin and hair.

Ominis remained in the entry way of the girls space listening to the quite shifting of Anne rushing about and Sebastian’s heavy breathing against the girls skin. She simply allowed herself to be held by the boy as her eyes remained closed, and her head laid against his tall frame. No one knew what to say after the chaos.

It wasn’t long before Anne asked Sebastian to set her down on the small stool next to the wash bin and he obliged reluctantly. Carefully he bent his knees to lightly set her on the stool before standing again. His hand cradled her cheek in his warm hands as she hummed relieved at the contact.

“Sebastian you should consider doing the same.” Anne gestured to the way he had her dried blood on his stomach from where he had carried her.

“You are probably right” he said unmoving despite Anne’s attempt at shooing him from the room. She understood him not wanting to leave. Anne also was finding it difficult to swallow the lump in her throat after she spent time outside listening to the girl screaming and her brothers sob, along with the fight from Solomon. His admission earlier in their yard was ringing in her head as she recognized that the day must have taken a deeper tole than she realized on her other half.

Her eyes trailed on the way the wash bin had filled with bubbles and her body was aching to clean itself of the day’s horrible experiences. She hadn’t even had much anxiety about the fact that Sebastian was only a few feet apart and had yet to see her without clothing, nor the fact their blind companion was lingering in the doorway not speaking. Just as she was about to remove the rest of her top she heard Anne offering Sebastian a compromise as he seemed unwilling to leave her side for long.

“How about I help her get in the tub and since there’s enough water and soap to keep you from seeing her um… indecent… you can come back once she’s in?” She offered, knowing damn well no one in the tent cared about rules of being proper or what was okay to the adults around them. They just had to pick up the pieces in whatever fashion they could, as even their unique circumstances held much weight on how the four teens ended up there to begin with.

Anne was still cursed and slowly withering away. Sebastian was fighting ever obstacle to accept that, while still trying his best to find a cure. Ominis had no family that cared for him. She held a power that made it dangerous for her safety, as well as her families. The four would forever be knit together in a familial bond, shared trauma and the present danger that loomed over them. At the end of the day that mattered more than marital status or propriety.

Sebastian simply looked to the girl for confirmation and she nodded her had at Anne’s idea. The pair knew that Anne and Ominis would not mention the act to Solomon, especially given how scared her brush with death was still lingering on the air for all of them.

He turned to leave the space, taking Ominis with him as he left. He heard the girls hushed whispers and the small groans leaving her as the movement must have still been hurting her. It took all the strength left in his aching body to not rush back in at her pained noises.

As he waited for Anne to re-emerge he sat on the ground, removing the worn boots from his feet in silence. Ominis sat by the fire pit in the center, attempting to start a small fire to keep them warm.

“I didn’t know you felt so strongly for our new friend” Ominis said after the first flames licked the wood he set in the fire pit.

Sebastian looked at his friend, who shifted awkwardly to sit on the large pile of cushions in the center of the room. “I am just glad she is okay.” He finally responded to Ominis, who only could find it in him to nod.

It wasn’t long before Anne returned wordless and she sat beside their blind companion and Sebastian moved to go back to the side` room.

Under other circumstances he may have been nervous knowing the girl was in the area completely nude, only veiled by water and soap, but after today that was the last thing on his mind. He knew that if Solomon were aware he was in here, he would cart them both off to the ministry for marriage immediately but for now Sebastian couldn’t be bothered to care. Let the man do it for all he cares .

Anne had conjured a few candles to allow the girl the ability to see in the dark room of the tent and he smelt the familiar lavender soap she always uses. He didn’t say anything as he took a seat on the small stool next to the basin.

She laid in the water, allowing the warmth to envelop her still cold body. She slowly brought a cloth over the plains of her sore body, washing away all the filth she had accumulated. She tried not to grimace as the water turned a murky pinkish brown.

Sebastian watched as she attempted to lift her hands into her hair, stopping short of undoing her braid with a huff of annoyance. Without asking he leaned forward, unwrapping the band she usually tied around the ends to keep it together. His fingers were luckily still fairly clean from where he had attempted to wash her earlier. His deft hands slowly undid the plait she had done that morning and before long her hair was free from its restraint.

“Thank you” she whispered out, enjoying the way his hands had handled her with such care. She looked over her shoulder to see him silently nod.

“Can you tip your head back?” He asked her quietly and she did as he asked without question. Sebastian reached for the floor where Anne had left a small pitcher. Taking his wand he cast a small charm to clean the water of the tub as its color had become quite concerning with all the blood her body was covered in.

She sighed as he gentled poured the warm water over her skull to dampen her wild locks. Sebastian ever so gently took his time using some soap he found to clean the dirt from her skull. She couldn’t help but appreciate the way his slender fingers caressed her hair, separating the dried blood from the strands. He was as gentle with his actions, and she found her body relaxing at the feeling of the warm water washing over her head. Before long he finished his task of cleaning her hair, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to the top of her head before sitting back again.

She turned around to thank him when she saw how filthy he was in the semi-dark room. “Anne wasn’t wrong when she said you also needed to bathe” she said with a small chuckle.

He allowed a small smile to work its way on his face as he looked at her. Even now she looked so beautiful with water clinging to her hair and exhaustion on her features. A dark bruise was starting to form across the side of her face and she had a small split on the corner of her lip. “And how do you propose I do that? You are hogging the tub.”

He meant for it to come out as a quip but when she scooted her body forward wordlessly as she gestured behind her, and he panicked. The shock of the day finally wearing off as he realized what she was insinuating.

“I can wait for you to finis-“ he started in but she interrupted him.

“Please. I don’t want to be alone right now.” Her words carried the exhaustion he knew she must be feeling. Almost dying really takes a lot out of you .

Sebastian felt like he was in a trance as he turned his body away from hers to slowly start peeling the vest from his shoulders. He peaked over his shoulders to make sure she wasn’t looking at him and instead he found her bright eyes looking at him with curiosity.

“Hey, no looky.” He playfully quipped as she turned around again with a huff. He saw her scoot forward a bit more in the basin, leaving a spot for him once he finished removing his clothes.

Sebastian slowly peeled his pants down his long legs along with his socks. He had debated removing his briefs but decided that would be too much. Maybe some other time he thought but for now he didn’t want to risk his member making direct contact with her soft skin, nor allow her the opportunity to notice the way it was slightly hardening.

When he turned around he noticed how she was still not facing him, and slowly made his way to the tub. Holding the sides as he lowered himself into the enchanted water he let out a groan.

Before long he found himself seated behind the girl, who slowly turned around to face him. He turned bright red as she looked at him with an intensity he didn’t want to acknowledge knowing his sister was only separated by a small flap… He knew that just below the bubbles along her chest laid her unclothed breasts, and while it was often difficult to tell their size and shape due to the layers of clothes, he had spent an unhealthy amount of time trying to picture what they would look like. He also figured if he truly wanted to, he could reach out now and touch them and she most likely wouldn’t mind.

Sebastian watched as she lifted the small rag up to his chest, slowly scrubbing away the mire along his collarbones. He didn’t say anything as she took her time carefully washing away the mess on his torso. When she finished cleaning his ribs he swiped the cloth from her hands, wanting to avoid a situation where she accidentally brushed his briefs.

Shewatched as he ran the rag over his legs that were covered in dark brown hair. She had noticed the small patch of hair that had rested between his pecks on his chest when she had cleaned the area. More reminders at his manhood she hadn’t been able to see until now…

When he finished he handed the rag back to her as she slowly brushed it over his face to finish cleaning the mess along his chin and hairline. Again, she noticed how he had developed a small bit of scruff on his chin and upper lip. It had slowly made its appearance after Halloween, but it was finally becoming undeniable that they young man should probably begin shaving more regularly.

“Can you turn around?” She asked him. He simply nodded and she took a deep breath knowing that to retrieve the pitcher he had used to help clean her hair, she would have to remove her upper body from the water’s protection.

Just as she eased herself up on her knees to lean over the side of the tub she slipped, pressing her weight onto the newly developing scar and let out a small whelp. At her discomfort Sebastian turned around without thinking. He hadn’t been expecting to see her removed from the water from the waist up.

She had quickly pulled herself back from the side of the tub, holding her hand to the fresh scar, but that action left her breasts exposed. Sebastian tried his best to avoid looking at them the best he could, but he was a young man after all. A young man who was in love with the woman naked in front of him. His eyes couldn’t help but trail over the subtle slope of the way her chest lead into the curve of her waist. Sebastian couldn’t deny how he lingered on the way the light reflected on her perfectly shaped breasts. Or how he was committing to memory the size, shape and color of her lovely nipples. He immediately felt a pulse in his manhood and he was glad he kept the briefs on.

Her eyes looked panicked as she realized he was staring at her breasts. She truly had only meant to grab the pitcher, and return to the semi-modesty of the waterline to wash his hair in the same way he had done for her. Yet here she found herself trapped in his gaze as his eyes softened at the exposed expanse of her upper body. She quickly wrapped her arms around her torso the best she could, self conscious knowing that she had never been barren to another person, let alone a man.

“Are you okay?” He asked her, remembering why he had turned around in the first place. His eyes remained on her breasts despite her arms now covering her nipples. She couldn’t help but notice the way his chest slowly was turning pink and his eyes were growing darker. She simply nodded, unsure how to proceed. Realizing the pitcher was just out of her reach, and would require more of her to leave the water, she decided it best to ask Sebastian to grab it instead.

“I was… trying to grab the um…” she trailed off as he leaned closer to her in the water. He stopped when he arrived directly in front of her eyeline before reaching up and over the side to grab the tool with ease. Instead of handing it to her, he set it on the stool with the soap he left out when he joined the tub.

“You are so beautiful”. He said, chocolate eyes meeting her own before pulling her arms from covering her chest. He quickly moved away, turning around again, allowing her to wash his hair as he tried to calm the raging emotions he felt at seeing her nude.

She felt the deep blush forming on her cheeks as she slowly began to pull his head to lean back in the same manor as he had done for her. While she usually would take time and attention to focus on his hair, as she knew how much he enjoyed her showing physical affection in that way, she felt the need to rush now. She needed them out of the tub before they both did something they couldn’t come back from.

“All done” she said washing the final suds away from his wet brown locks, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned to face her again as she looked directly at his naked chest. Sebastian nodded, standing from the water, briefs tightly clinging to weight in the garment. She looked directly at the way the now soaked clothing clung to the curve of his buttock. And when he turned to face her the little remaining air in her lungs left noticing the way a small trail of dark hair led into the one part of his body that remained clothed. Or the way the fabric pulled against his member… Oh Merlin .

Quickly the Slytherin boy grabbed a towel left near the side of the tubs edge, wrapping it around his waist before grabbing the other. He turned his head to the side, holding it out for her. Taking a deep breath she stood quickly, allowing him to wrap it around her shoulders to hide her modesty. The pair made quick work of stepping out of the water, facing away from each other as they dried. Sebastian was running the towel over his hair when he heard her towel drop to the floor.

He couldn’t find the strength to continue as he attempted to look at her body. Her back was still to him as she was sliding a thin nightgown over her head. Her backside still completely barren for a brief moment as she pulled it down over her bottom. With the pain she was facing and the fact the boy was only a few feet behind her, not attempting to hide his glances at her naked form she decided to forgo undergarments until the morning.

She turned around and he quickly tried to disguise his staring by continuing to towel off his hair. While she was unsure how much he had seen, she noticed the quick flash of his eyes before it was hidden again behind the towel. She would bring it up another time .

“How do you plan on getting clean clothes Mr. Sallow?” She said playfully questioned noticing he was still only wrapped at the waist with a towel. He swallowed at her question, not really thinking of what he was to do until now.

“Well, it’s nothing Anne hasn’t already seen and Ominis well..” he trailed off with a chuckle before stepping towards her. He carefully helped lead her over to the bed she had been using before helping her situate herself.

She still couldn’t help but look at the way his freckles laid scattered along his collarbones and the sparse hair along his chest. She wondered what it would feel like to touch her hands to the soft skin there.

“I shall be right back, don’t move” he said, carefully pressing a kiss to her hairline and dropping her wand onto her lap before striding out of the side room. She hadn’t even seen him grab her wand, but she figured it would be best to remove the wash basin from the room so no one tripped over it in the middle of the night. As she cleaned the room from the bed she tried to not dwell on how they had both just been naked in each other’s presence as two young adults who were both not wed nor engaged. Under other circumstances she may have felt guilty for her actions, however given how the day had transpired she found very little to care about. In fact, the prospects of doing it again excited her. She wanted to know all the ways his body would continue to develop into a man and he continued to fill out.

He returned very shortly after departing, wearing a pair of loose fitting trousers and a sweater. In his hands he held a small tankard full of water, a loaf of bread and his wand. “Here you should try and eat something” he said quietly handing it to her. She took it graciously, breaking off a small piece and then almost inhaling it.

“I guess you were hungry” he said with a chuckled whisper. When she quirked her eyebrow at his quiet tone he replied “Anne and Ominis are passed out together near the fire. Really cute how she’s holding him I may add. ” She simply hummed and continued to eat.

Remembering he also must be hungry she broke off a small portion offering it to him as he laughed at the crumb on her split lip. He wiped it away and opened his mouth slightly, allowing her to place the small piece in his mouth before he closed his lips around the bite, also lightly kissing her digit in the process. They continued passing the bread back and forth in silence.

Once finished she laid back slightly on the comforting bed with a sigh. He moved towards the headboard, sitting next to her. Unsure how to proceed, he took her hand in his, holding it close to his chest.

“Thank you for staying with me today. I am sorry you had to see that” she finally found the words that had been plaguing her mind for a while.

“You don’t need to thank me nor do you need to apologize.” He said, stroking the skin of her hand as he spoke.

“I did not mean to frighten you with my injury.” She said looking up to finally meet his eyes in the dimly lit room.

“I am just glad you’re okay.” He spoke with sincerity. His hand went to cradle her cheek as she had a single tear now rolling from her eye.

“Please stay with me” she asked and he nodded. He climbed off the bed temporarily, allowing her to pull back the covers and clabber in before he followed her lead.

“How do you sleep in a sweater? I would burn up.” She said laughing as she lifted the wool fabric.

“I don’t.” He said bluntly.

“Then why did you put it on” she laughed as he ran a hand through his damp hair.

“Because I wasn’t sure if you’d want me to lay next to you or sit along your bedside and its likely to get chilly in the evening.” He spoke honestly, no sense in lying to her.

“Well how do you normally sleep?” She asked, voice trailing off towards the end.

“Without a shirt.” He responded with a slight wince in his voice. “But I can keep this on -“

“No, you should get comfortable. Besides its not like I haven’t spent the whole day looking at you without a shirt on now” she responded with a soft laugh.

Sebastian decided to not question her demand and leaned up enough to pull the offending material over his head before laying back down beside her. He laid on his back, eyes trailed to the tent’s ceiling as she turned away from him, her back pressing into his shoulder.

“Sebastian?” She whispered out as he turned his head towards her frame. She had turned her face enough to look over her shoulder at him. He quirked an eyebrow to ask what she needed and she took a deep breath before continuing. “Would it be improper to ask you to hold me?” She asked looking at his eyes.

“I think we are past improper at this point Love” Sebastian responded as he rolled onto his side and scooted closer to her. He was disappointed as her face moved back to resting on the pillow facing away from him, but that feeling dissipated as he felt her hand reach back to grab his own, pulling it around her body and to her chest.

Sebastian was careful as he tried to avoid her wound as he laid his arm along her side. His body curved around hers as he wrapped her in his arms, pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder as y/n hummed.

“I love you Sebastian.” She said as she nodded off.

“I love you more” he barely made out before he let the darkness take him as well.

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Thank you to everyone who has been so kind in the comments thus far. I truly appreciate every single one!

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magnolia-among-the-stars · 2 years ago

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Undrunk [hangman PT. 7/12]

PART OF MY “WHATEVER THIS IS” SERIES WHICH CAN BE FOUND HERE

PAIRING: JAKE ‘HANGMAN’ SERESIN x Female Plus Size Bartender!Reader

NICKNAME: Sunshine

Warning: 18+ Smut ahead!

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PLOT: Penny Benjamin's niece works at The Hard Deck, saving the money she earns to get out of the west coast and put herself through Graduate School. What happens when a pretty boy pilot ends up as her fake boyfriend?

PART ONE / PART TWO / PART THREE / PART FOUR / PART FIVE / PART SIX / PART SEVEN / PART EIGHT / PART NINE / PART TEN / PART ELEVEN / FINAL PART

A growl rasps through the man in front of you and the delicious pinch of the flesh on your hips tightens. Jake punctuates his words with nips along your jaw, his perfect teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “I won’t be able to stop myself. I won’t be able to come back from this,” he admits heavily, his voice dripping with desire in your ear.

“Fuck me,” you breath, rutting against his hips under the glow of the streetlamp. And just like that, the crumbling dam breaks. Jake’s hands are gone from your waist, now a vice grip on your wrists as he all but drags you down the streets of North Island until you can see his truck parked in front of your home. As you slide through the gate with a rapid haste, you can’t help but yank the broad man against your front. Your back slams against the metal of the truck door, handle digging into your shoulder blade as you kiss passionately.

Making out for a moment, Jake’s fingertips slip passed the lacy material of your skirt until he’s skimming along your warmth. A loud, high pitched whine bubbles out of your glossy, swollen lips as he begins rubbing slow circles over your clothed bundle of nerves. Your skin is on fire, thighs cramping as you try to spread further to allow his touch. You moan against his mouth, oblivious to the notion that here you are – being nearly finger fucked in your driveway for your neighbors’ viewing.

The thought finally breaks your dazed mind, shattering your reality as you pull back from him. Your chest is rising hazardously as you press against him for some distance. His motions stop immediately, blazing green eyes searching your face for signs of mistrust or horror. “Inside,” you breath out, “We need to go.” You swallow down a shaky breath when the crease between his brows dissipates.

Jake follows you up the path, up the stairs to your porch and you can feel his heat against your back as he waits as patiently as possible for you to key the door open. It takes seconds but feels like forever until you finally turn the doorknob and shove the door open. You spin quickly, wrapping yourself around the pilot as he pushes you against the door. The weight of your bodies slamming it shut as you again kiss each other with a fervor, mouths moving rapidly as your fingertips begin to unbutton his shirt.

The material is ripped from his waistline and dragged off his perfect body as he shoves the pure white from your hips to expose your supple thighs. His nails scrap gently along the skin as he rubs up and down, mouth devouring yours as you shove the cotton down his bulging arms. His torso is toned, his abs marbled perfection as you begin to press your lips along each section of his skin in admiration.

“Lift your arms,” he groans against your collarbone, and you follow Jake’s command, raising your arms to allow for him to tug your dress from your body. When he gets the material over your hair, he can’t help but let his jaw go slack. You’d forgone a bra tonight, the tight sculpting of the dress you wore enough of a support to not need a dreaded extra piece of material.

His eyes are trailing along the exposed skin of your breasts and the world stands still. “You’re fuckin’ perfect,” Jake murmurs before he goes to work, suckling one plush nipple between his lips. Your fingertips comb through his short and fluffy blond locks, nails scratching along his scalp aggressively as pleasure washes over you.

You press your knee forward, connecting between his legs to graze his growing length trapped beneath his black jeans. Against your naked thigh, you can feel the stretch and tightening fabric against his bulge as you begin to press further and further into him until he can’t take it. His mouth pops as he pulls away from your swollen bud, hand coming up to twist and tug your other nipple.

At his straightened height, you can pop the button on his jeans and snake your hand beneath the fabric to graze along his thick length. Another groan escapes his mouth as his forehead nuzzles into the column of your neck. Jake begins sucking on the skin there, distracting himself as your hand squeezes him and begins to nudge his tight jeans down passed his ass.

“Fuck Sunshine,” his voice is deeper than you’d ever heard it and you feel the wetness between your thighs, beneath the silky fabric of your panties. You shove against his chest again and he cups the back of your neck, heaving you along with him until the back of his knees touch the soft fabric of the couch. He falls back, quickly tugging his jeans and briefs down to his ankles to reveal the entirety of him.

Your mouth runs dry, the length of him delectable and throbbing. His head is a swollen red, begging to be touched; to be relieved as he is wound too tight. “See something you like?” his teasing tone pulls you from your daze and you lean down to take him in your mouth. “Uh uh,” Jake’s voice stops you, fingers twining in your curly locks as you climb on his lap.

“Not interested in head?” you crack, a wide grin washing over you as you settle onto his thighs. His length is at the perfect angle against your clothed core, and you can feel the dripping of your wetness. “Didn’t take you as the type.”

“There’s nothing more I’d love to do than fuck your pretty little mouth,” Jake seethes against your bottom lip, tongue grazing. “But I need to feel your wet cunt before I nut like a teenager on their first date.”

“I’m honored I can bring you to your knees so easily,” you kiss him fiercely, hips grinding against him for more friction. He bucks up against you without control, grunting at the contact. He kisses you back with an aggression that caused shivers to run up your spine. His strong hands clench the sides of your flimsy underwear, giving it one strong pull as the ripping sound fills your living room.

You didn’t think that the feeling of him rubbing against your bare cunt could cause stars to appear in your eyes, but you’d never fucked Jake Seresin before. You whimper at the feeling, rising up slightly so that Jake can pump himself a few times, his cock sliding between your soaked lips with ease. “Who goes easily on their knees?” he taunts, as his head swirls along your entrance.

“Please,” you beg, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as you gaze down into his eyes. He looks so soft and yet so devious in the same breath, and you’ve never been more turned on in your life. It’s like all your nerves are on fire as you beg again. “Please fuck me, Jake.” And it’s the vulnerability in your voice, the quiver of your lip that should’ve pulled Jake away. Should’ve been the indication that he should stop this, that he shouldn’t take this step and ruin all you both had worked toward.

This eating guilt rang one final alarm in the back of his mind before taking out the batteries and laying silent. The eating guilt that told him he wasn’t enough for you, that he wasn’t the man you deserved.

But Jake Seresin was weak. And so, he pushed his cock up into your entrance with the ease of greeting an old lover, up against your g spot as you meet his hips. You sink down on him with a light moan, your mouth opening as he stretched you out. You pause momentarily as you hit hilt, letting the feeling of fullness wash over you as your hot breath mixes together with his. It feels like heaven.

“You alright,” he peppers kisses along your collarbone as you adjust to the feeling of him, the sweet pressure between your legs soothing as you begin to rock slowly.

“Uh huh,” the noise the only thing falling off your lips as you begin to move against each other deeply, chasing a blooming pleasure within your stomach. You ride him with intention, hands gripping the back of the couch to set a rapid pace.

“God, you feel like heaven,” Jake grunts, pushing up to meet your intensifying movements as waves of pleasure continue to roll straight to your core. “Fuck, you’re so wet.” He cups your cheek as he stares up at you, the goddess you are. His green eyes are sparkling, hooded as he nears completion too early in the night as his thumb pulls at your bottom lip.

You don’t think about it, sucking his digit into your mouth slowly and swirling your tongue around it while you fuck him. When he feels satisfied with your work, he pulls away and his hand comes between your legs to rub along your clit to help you finish. Loud moans and slapping skin fill the space as the coil in your tummy finally snaps and you’re falling over the edge.

He picks up the pace for you, rolling you both so that his left foot grazes along the floor. Jake begins to drill into you with tension, his hips whispering a magic unknown as he works you through your orgasm and driving deeper into your cunt. “Fuck, you feel so good Sunshine,” he grunts as he pulls on of your legs over his shoulder, pumping himself in and out of your wetness as your eyes fall shut in an afterglow of pleasure.

You look beautiful, taking him so well and it doesn’t take long for him to finish, pulling out just in time to finish on your thigh as his hand takes over. His forearm is flexing when you open your eyes, and your fingertips wrap around his cock to drain him. A stream of cum paints your skin as he moans and grunts, until your hand slows and his fingertips cease your movements.

Jake’s breathing heavily, his chest rising and falling as he calms his heartrate. You take a few deep breaths too, sweaty body shivering from the AC air blowing on your sweaty skin. “Well, that was hot,” you say slowly, leaning up on your elbows to stare up at him. Jake grins, a naughty gaze still present as he pumps himself, leaning down to tug off his briefs and wiping his seed from your skin.

He tosses the material across the room slightly and wraps his hand around the base of his cock, squeezing a few times. He’s already half hard again and his other hand is beginning to tickle up your thigh. You jump when his fingertips slide through your soaking wet folds, nerves ablaze as he lays himself between your thighs. “Think you could cum again Sunshine?” he laps at your juices, humming against you. “Want to watch you fall apart on my tongue.”

You eventually make your way to your bedroom and between the sheets, wrapped up in one another so deeply that you were unsure you were on Earth anymore. You fall asleep in a naked heap, glowing and sweaty in the early hours of the morning.

When you wake up, hours later to the blinding sun seeping in through the curtains, you moan in delight. Stretching slightly, your hand skims across the mattress looking for the warmth of your lover but your fingertips come up empty. “Morning,” you groan, eyes peeling open to see an empty spot beside you. A pang of pain runs through your chest but you hold it down, wrapping the sheet along your torso as you sit up in the quiet of your bedroom.

Jake must be in the bathroom, you think to yourself, calming your nerves as you groggily rise from the bed and make your way down the hall. Only to notice the bathroom door open, empty. The same with the kitchen. It isn’t until you peer out your window that a sob racks through your body, your empty driveway staring back at you.

You wheeze, your breath leaving your body as insecurity rolls in waves down on top of you. He’d left. Jake had done the deed and ditched, not even bothering to leave a note – something you would spend all day looking for. He wouldn’t send a text, wouldn’t give you a call. He’d taken all you had and left you broken in his wake, sobbing against your front door in the quick aftermath of the Halloween night.

A/N: My deepest apologies for the trauma of this ending! We needed to ruffle some feathers and cause some pain...Jake's not the best partner yet!

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