#reply whenevs querida

[l13]

currently OBSESSED with your blog. Everything you post is FIRE. HEAR ME OUT, ok, imagine being like hella subby/timid and Miguel LOVES it but is also trying to help you use your voice, say what you want, GET YOU TO TAKE CHARGE A LIL and your all shy and cute and it just makes him want to fuck you THAT MUCH HARDER

nsfw mdni!

you're absolutely right anon, he'd love it and he'd also tease you RELENTLESSLY about it- taking advantage of the fact that you wouldn't speak up, so desperately trying to help you achieve the opposite- to be open with him and not feel the need to hide anything from him,

he'd always say shit like "R'you tired, baby? Already?" as if this wasn't the third time he was fucking you, and you'd just mewl in reply, turning your head to bury your face deeper in your pillow

one night you end up with your back against the mattress, moaning and whimpering at the way Miguel eats you out like a starved man- groaning into your pussy as he licks everything you have to offer, lapping quickly at your folds.

you can feel you're close as you arch your back, unconsciously moving further away from him- and he grabs your thighs to pull you closer, clicking his tongue, "Oh baby.. Can't handle what I give you?"

you huff, "I can." and he just chuckles, his chin glistening, "Really."

"Then tell me what you want- I'll stop if you don't." he's thrown that one phrase in a LOT, always 'threatening' to stop making you feel good in order for you to speak up more- but you'd never budged and he in turn wouldn't stop either, because he couldn't. This time, though, he actually keeps his promise when you don't reply to him, and you're baffled as you watch him walk out of the room, leaving you panting on the bed.

you were so close to cumming, and he just left you there. You get up quickly to follow him out the room, rolling your eyes when you see him casually sitting on the couch, legs spread and all, and you come to stand right in front of him, blocking his view of the tv. His eyes betray him as always, and you try not to squirm at the way he stares at your body, licking his lips as he eyes you up and down,

"Something you need, querida?"

you've never actually asked Miguel for anything- only replying with small 'yes's whenever he'd ask you if you wanted more- if you wanted him to do this or that.

"I want your mouth on my pussy," you ignore the way your voice trembles as you talk, stubbornly standing your ground. Miguel grins, tongue running over his fangs before he scoots over, "Lay back,"

"No."

"No?"

"You lay back. I wanna sit on your face." the way his eyebrows shoot up is almost comical, but then he's groaning, grabbing your thighs and pulling you towards him, and you gasp as you situate yourself in his lap clumsily. He kisses you hard- tongue rolling over your own, as you begin to grind your hips on him, loving the way his boxers feel against your bare pussy.

You run your hand up to rub at his pecs before you're pushing him down, and he chuckles breathlessly as he falls back, "Kitty finally got claws, huh?"

For some reason that pisses you off even more because you murmur, "Shut up," then you're suddenly climbing over his chest, hovering right above his mouth, and he can't keep his eyes off your pretty pussy- practically drooling at the sight,

after that it's like everything's changed- seeing miguel beg, hearing him whine for your pussy like you always do for his cock, changed how you viewed sex in general- and now you're the one asking to go for a second- third round, and he's the one laying down on the bed, sweat running down his temple as he pants hard, "Just give me a second baby, shit-" but you don't listen to him- too cockdrunk to do so- so you just straddle him again, taking his cock in your hands, loving the way he jumps from how overstimulated he is,

He grunts from underneath you, his hands squeezing your hips as he throws his head back in exasperation when you slip his cock back inside you, "h my Godddd, this pussy's too tight- I can't-"

and you pout at him, "What's the matter, baby? Can't handle what I give you?" and right at that moment, Miguel thinks he's created a monster

think this got way off topic, no? so sorry if it did

also thank you so much for your kind words 🥹 <3333

[thedemoninme141]

Her Heartbeat; Chapter 18: Her Hope.

Summary: Wednesday shows you that she understands and that's when it finally happens.

Warnings: EmotionalOutOfCharacterWednesday!

Parings: Wednesday x Fem reader. Wordcount: 4.3k-ish?

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Wednesday adjusted the cuff of her sleeve, her fingers lingering on the familiar texture of her blazer.  Parents’ Weekend. A pointless ritual, in Wednesday’s opinion, yet another chance for society to revel in shallow pleasantries. Enid had already left to meet her parents, and for that, it was quiet. And the quiet gave her room to think—a dangerous pastime she had indulged in far too often over the last few days.

It had been a week since you were discharged from the hospital. A week since you insisted you were fine, brushing off Wednesday’s concerns with that maddening smile of yours.

After you were discharged, you had been taken home to recover. It was only logical. You were still fragile, still regaining your strength.

As soon as her classes were done each day, she had gone straight to your house. The walk to the edge of Jericho had become a part of her routine.

She never announced her visits; she simply appeared on the porch like a shadow, silently stepping through the door you always left unlocked for her.

The swing outside became her refuge. You insisted on sitting there most afternoons, wrapped in a blanket. She had brought her notebook, intending to jot down notes for her novel, but the words never came. Instead, she’d found herself watching you.

You would talk about nothing and everything. You told her about your childhood, your love for old movies, your love for animals, your love for flowers and she had listened, not just listened but absorbed every detail, filing them away as though they were critical to her survival. Somehow, they had become just that.

Your laughter, faint but still vibrant, would be there... You’d tease her, call her "Angry Bird" with a cheeky grin that no longer made her want to throttle you. She wanted those to last, just last till...lifetime.

Against her better judgment, you had begun to infiltrate her thoughts, her routines, her life whenever you had not been beside her. You had a way of breaking through her carefully constructed walls, making her see things she’d never cared to notice before.

Her hands clenched into fists at her sides as she thought about the moment you had asked to return to Nevermore. “I miss them,” you had said softly, your eyes distant. “I miss my friends. And I miss... the life I had before all this.”

She had wanted to argue, to insist you needed rest, but the conviction in your voice had silenced her... though she felt something similar to.. Relief, because... you would be closer.

You had changed her. That much she couldn’t deny. In your presence, she felt something she never thought she would feel, an understanding that the world was not entirely cruel and soulless. It used to irritate her at first. But now? She wasn’t sure she could do without it. Without you.

Thing snapped his fingers sharply from his perch on her desk, breaking her reverie. She glared at him, though the hand only gestured impatiently at the clock.

“Yes, I’m aware of the time, I just do not care.” she muttered before heading out... Time for torture, and not the good kind.

The quad was alive with activity. Parents and students mingled, the hum of laughter and chatter grating against her nerves. She scanned the crowd, her eyes landing on her parents near the center.

“Wednesday,” Morticia greeted as Gomez grinned broadly beside her. Pugsley waved awkwardly, his face lighting up at the sight of his sister.

“Mother. Father. Pugsley,” Wednesday said, her tone clipped but not unkind.

Gomez spread his arms wide. “Mi querida, look at you! As stoic and menacing as ever. Have you started any fires recently? Poisoned anyone’s tea?”

“Unfortunately, no,” Wednesday replied dryly. “My schedule has been occupied by less homicidal pursuits.”

Morticia’s dark eyes gleamed with amusement. “Surely you’ve found some way to entertain yourself?”

“I’ve managed,” Wednesday said, her voice as flat as ever, though her mind flickered with memories of you—your laughter, your presence beside her.

Pugsley stepped closer, looking up at her with admiration. “Have you been teaching anyone new torture techniques?”

Wednesday’s lips twitched, the closest she ever came to a smile. “Not recently. But I’ll pencil you in for a lesson next time you visit.”

As Gomez laughed heartily, Morticia’s expression shifted, her gaze

piercing in that way only a mother’s could be. “We heard about the hospital, Wednesday.”

Wednesday stiffened, her eyes narrowing. “Who told you?”

Morticia arched a brow. “I called Principal Weems. She mentioned a... significant event involving you and someone else. A friend, perhaps?”

The word hung in the air like a blade. Wednesday’s throat tightened. “And what exactly did Weems say?”

“That you were remarkably devoted,” Morticia said, her tone carefully neutral. “And that this friend of yours has been unwell.”

Wednesday’s jaw tightened. “Her name is Y/N.”

“Y/N,” Morticia repeated, tasting the name as if it were a fine wine. “And what, my darling, does Y/N mean to you?”

There it was, the question she had been dreading. What did you mean to her? You were everything she didn’t understand, everything she couldn’t control. You were infuriating, reckless, and entirely too important. But how could she say that? How could she explain something she barely comprehended herself?

“She’s...” Wednesday began, her voice faltering for the first time in front of them. “She’s someone who matters.”

Gomez’s brows shot up. “Matters? My little viper, you’ve never admitted that anyone matters before. This Y/N must be extraordinary.”

Wednesday was quiet... and that told everything.

Morticia’s gaze softened, a rare warmth breaking through her usual cool demeanor. “Do you need us to do something for her, Wednesday?”

“No,” Wednesday said quickly, her tone firm. “Not yet. I’ll... talk to her first.”

Morticia nodded, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “Of course. You will introduce her to us, won’t you?”

Wednesday didn’t reply, her gaze drifting over the crowd as if searching for you. But you weren’t there. Of course, you weren’t. You had told her last night that your father won't be here because he was working overtime at the garage, taking on more cars than he should for your sake. The thought made her stomach twist, a feeling uncomfortably close to guilt.

Morticia followed her gaze, her expression thoughtful. “She’s not here, is she?”

“No,” Wednesday said softly, her hands clenching at her sides.

“Then you’ll tell her what we discussed,” Morticia said, her voice gentle but firm. “And Wednesday?”

She turned to face her mother, her dark eyes unreadable.

“Don’t wait too long to tell her how you feel,” Morticia said, her voice low enough that only Wednesday could hear. “Life has a way of slipping through our fingers.”

For once, Wednesday didn’t have a sharp retort, her mind already drifting back to you.

She slipped her phone from her pocket, she detested the necessity of this device yet here she was, compelled to use it.

Where are you?"

The reply came quickly—a picture. The pond near the academy.

Without another glance at her parents or a word of explanation, Wednesday turned on her heel and began walking.

Before she had taken more than three steps, a smaller figure trotted up beside her. “Wednesday, where are you going?” Pugsley asked.

“To the pond,” she said curtly, not breaking stride.

“Can I come too? I want to meet your friend!”

Wednesday hesitated, the idea of introducing you to her brother an odd one. But as she glanced back at Pugsley’s hopeful expression, she found herself unable to refuse. “Fine,” she said, though her tone carried no warmth.

The walk wasn't long, but Pugsley filled the silence with his usual chatter.

“So,” he began “how did you two meet?”

Wednesday’s lips curled into the faintest of smirks, the memory as sharp and vivid as the day it happened. “Kidnapping,” she said simply.

“Kidnapping?”

Wednesday didn’t elaborate, leaving him to puzzle over her answer. Silence stretched between them for a moment before Pugsley tried again.

“Do you want to go grenade fishing later?” he asked, his voice eager and boyish.

Wednesday sighed, glancing at him from the corner of her eye. “Not today. I have something to do this afternoon.”

Pugsley tilted his head. “Something more important than grenade fishing?”

“Yes,” Wednesday replied simply, her pace quickening as they neared the pond.

The walk felt both agonizingly slow and all too fast. Her thoughts raced as she considered what she would say when she saw you, she stopped abruptly, her breath catching in her throat.

There you were, sitting cross-legged on the wooden platform, the light breeze teasing strands of your hair. The sight of you, so serene and entirely yourself, made her chest tighten in a way that was as infuriating as it was inevitable.

You looked fragile and strong all at once, the memory of the raven came back to her mind. The thought of how close she had come to losing you made her stomach churn, but the sight of you now, alive, here, with her, eased something deep inside her that she hadn’t realized was knotted.

Her fingers twitched at her sides, the urge to go to you overwhelming. But she stayed rooted to the spot, her mind waging war against itself.

How had you come to mean so much to her? How had you managed to weave yourself so deeply into the fabric of her life?

“Is that her?” Pugsley’s voice broke through her thoughts.

Wednesday blinked, her focus snapping back to the present. “Yes,” she said, her voice quieter than usual.

She started forward again and Pugsley followed closely.

When she reached the edge of the platform, you turned at the sound of their footsteps. Your smile was faint but genuine, the kind of expression that made Wednesday’s heart clench painfully in her chest.

“Hey,” you said softly, your eyes flicking between her and Pugsley.

Wednesday stopped a few feet away,“This is my brother, Pugsley,” she said, gesturing toward the boy at her side.

“Hi!” Pugsley said brightly, waving a little too enthusiastically. “You’re Y/N, right?”

You nodded, your smile widening just a fraction. “That’s me. It’s nice to meet you, Pugsley.”

Pugsley beamed, clearly delighted. “Wednesday’s told me... well, not much about you. But she doesn’t usually bring people up, so you must be special.”

Wednesday shot him a warning glare, but he didn’t seem to notice—or care.

You laughed, the sound soft and melodic. “I guess I’m just persistent.”

Wednesday rolled her eyes, though the corner of her mouth twitched in what might have been the beginning of a smile. “Annoyingly so,” she muttered.

You patted the spot beside you on the platform, your gaze fixed on Wednesday. “Sit with me?”

For a moment, she hesitated. The vulnerability of the gesture, the simplicity of your request, made her chest tighten. But then she stepped forward, lowering herself onto the wood beside you.

Pugsley lingered for a moment before plopping down on your other side. “Do you like grenades?” he asked suddenly, his face lit with curiosity.

You blinked, caught off guard by the random question. “Uh, I’ve never used one.”

“Pity,” Pugsley said, shaking his head solemnly. “They’re really fun.”

You glanced at Wednesday, a bemused smile playing on your lips. “I can see the family resemblance.”

“He’s the less refined version.” Wednedsay said flatly.

Pugsley didn’t seem to mind the jab, his attention already drifting to the water. You, however, were focused entirely on Wednesday.

“Did you have a nice time with your family?” you asked, your voice gentle.

Wednesday hesitated, her eyes flicking to the water. “It was tolerable,” she said finally. “Until they started prying into my personal life.”

You tilted your head, “Prying about what?”

She turned to meet your gaze, her expression unreadable. “You.”

Your eyes widened slightly, but you said nothing, waiting for her to elaborate.

“They know about the hospital,” Wednesday continued, her voice low. “And they know about you.”

“Oh,” you said softly, your hands fidgeting in your lap.

“They wanted to... meet you...” Wednesday added, her tone quieter now, almost hesitant, her fingers twitched slightly as she processed your reaction.

But the way your expression softened into a warm, unreserved smile immediately soothed the tension coiling in her chest.

"Of course, I’d love to meet them," you said, your voice gentle and sure.

“Are you sure?” she asked, her voice almost cracking from the weight of her own uncertainty. She couldn’t believe the vulnerability in her words, couldn’t believe that it slipped out so easily, but she couldn't take it back now.

You nodded, your eyes warm, and Wednesday’s heart skipped another beat. “I’m sure,” you said with a quiet smile, so simple, yet so potent. “It’ll be nice to meet your family, Wednesday.”

Wednesday’s usual cool demeanor flickered for just a moment, and she quickly looked away, her hands still clasped tightly in front of her. The thought of her family meeting you, of you becoming a part of that strange, twisted world of hers, filled her with a strange feeling... She didn’t know what that meant, but she didn’t feel the need to dissect it just yet.

Pugsley, oblivious to the undercurrent between you and his sister, grinned. “I think they’ll like you! Especially Dad, he loves meeting new people. Mom’s... a little intimidating, though.”

“Thanks for the warning, Pugsley,” you said with a laugh, glancing at Wednesday. “Any survival tips?”

“He's the last person you would want survival tips from.” Wednesday deadpaned.

“Do you want to go grenade fishing with us sometime? It’s really fun.” Pugsley asked out of nowhere again.

You laughed, clearly not sure if he was joking. “I’ll think about it.”

Wednesday sighed, her eyes flicking toward you. “He’s serious.”

“Of course he is,” you said, your grin widening.

As the two of you continued to talk, Wednesday found herself leaning back slightly, watching the interaction. You and Pugsley seemed to get along effortlessly, your laughter mingling with his in a way that felt almost... natural.

And for once, Wednesday didn’t feel the need to correct it.

The three of you sat there for a while longer, the afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the pond and Wednesday found herself stealing glances at you. She isn't the one to be sure about her feelings... but she was sure about this, she wanted you here, by her side, in her life. But how could she possibly explain that?

Finally, she broke the silence. "We should head back," she said, standing abruptly and brushing nonexistent dust from her blazer.

Pugsley groaned but got to his feet, brushing off his hands. “Fine, but only if we can do grenade fishing later.”

You laughed, your gaze flicking to Wednesday. “Do I even want to know what grenade fishing is?”

“No,” she replied flatly.

As you walked, the quad came into view, still bustling with parents and students. The sight of the crowd made Wednesday’s jaw tighten again, but she pressed on, her gaze flicking briefly to you.

“They’re over there,” she said, her tone carefully neutral.

You glanced at her, your expression soft. “You okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said curtly, though the slight tension in her shoulders betrayed her. “Come on.”

Gomez spotted her first. His face lit up, and he waved enthusiastically. “Mi querida! You’re back!”

Morticia turned, her gaze softening as she saw Wednesday. “Darling.”

“Mother. Father,” Wednesday said, her tone as composed as ever. “This is Y/N.”

Morticia’s dark eyes swept over you, her lips curving into a faint smile. “So this is the infamous Y/N.”

Gomez stepped forward, his grin wide and genuine. “Ah, the one who has captured our Wednesday’s attention. It’s a pleasure to meet you, young lady.”

You smiled politely, extending a hand. “It’s nice to meet you too, Mr. Addams.”

“Gomez, please,” he said, shaking your hand enthusiastically. “And this is Morticia, my beloved.”

Morticia inclined her head gracefully. “I must say, you seem to have quite the influence on our daughter.”

“I wouldn’t say that,” you said modestly, though the way your eyes flicked to Wednesday told a different story.

“She wouldn’t admit it if you did,” Pugsley chimed in, earning a sharp glare from his sister.

“Enough,” Wednesday snapped, though her voice lacked its usual venom. “We’re here. Now what?”

Morticia chuckled softly. “Patience, darling. We merely wanted to meet the one who has... intrigued you so.”

“Mother...” Wednesday’s tone was low, warning.

Gomez clapped a hand on your shoulder. “Tell me, Y/N, do you like fencing? Or perhaps dueling? We have a wonderful family tradition—”

“Father,” Wednesday interrupted, her voice sharp. “Stop.”

Gomez raised his hands in mock surrender, grinning. “All right, all right. But you should join us for dinner sometime."

“That sounds... lovely,” you said, glancing at Wednesday, who looked like she wanted to sink into the ground.

Morticia’s gaze lingered on you for a moment before she turned to Wednesday. “She’s charming, Wednesday. You’ve chosen well.”

“I didn’t choose—” Wednesday began, but Morticia silenced her with a look.

“You’ll learn, darling,” Morticia said, her voice laced with amusement. “Sometimes, the heart makes choices before the mind catches up.”

Wednesday stiffened, is there any place she can put her family up for adoption?

“Tell me, Y/N, how do you handle our little viper? She can be quite... intense.” Gomez asked.

You smiled, your eyes flicking to Wednesday. “I don’t handle her. I just... understand her.”

Wednesday’s breath caught at your words. Understand her?

Morticia’s gaze was knowing as she addressed you. “You must care for her deeply.”

Your smile softened, and you nodded. “I do.”

Wednesday had nothing... no retorts... no comebacks... no sharp answers. She simply stood there, the weight of your words settling over her like a warm, unfamiliar cloak.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a blur of conversation and laughter. Morticia and Gomez were Morticia and Gomez.

Through it all, Wednesday remained by your side, And as the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting long shadows across the quad, she prepared herself. Its showtime.

"Come with me. I have something to show you." She said

You blinked, intrigued by the sudden request. "Lead the way," you said, a smile tugging at your lips.

From a distance, Morticia and Gomez watched as Wednesday lead you towards the forest.

Gomez squinted slightly, watching the two of you disappearing further into the trees. "She really has changed, hasn't she?" he remarked.

Morticia’s gaze remained steady, her lips curving into a knowing smile. "Our little viper was trying so hard to not be like her mother, she ended up becoming like her father." She let out a soft, almost satisfied laugh.

Gomez chuckled "She’s got that same look in her eyes. Reminds me of when we first met."

“You see it too, don’t you? Where this path ends?” Morticia’s voice was quieter now, but her words carried a weight that neither of them could ignore.

Gomez’s grin faded, and he nodded, his hand resting on Morticia’s arm. “Yes. But it’s the path she has chosen, isn’t it? We can’t change what’s already in motion.”

“No,” Morticia agreed, her eyes distant as she looked toward the woods. “We can only watch.”

You walked beside Wednesday, your gaze occasionally flicking toward her. She had been silent, her dark eyes fixed ahead as if lost in thought.

It wasn't her quietness that bothered you, it was the way her fingers twitched slightly, as though wrestling with a decision, the way her posture, usually so rigid, seemed just a fraction less guarded.

You glanced around, the trail feeling strangely familiar. A flicker of recognition sparked in your mind as you took in the surroundings. It was leading to the same clearing where she had gathered fireflies for you before, fulfilling one of your bucket list wishes: to catch light. A soft smile tugged at your lips at the memory. What could she have planned this time?

What could she have planned there now?

Right then, you felt the faintest brush of her fingers against yours. It was so subtle, you almost thought you imagined it. But her hand hesitantly slipped into yours. Her grip was delicate, as though afraid you might pull away. Your heart swelled at the gesture, a warmth spreading through your heart, and it felt... like it was beating just as it should.

You tightened your hold on her hand slightly, a silent reassurance that you welcomed her touch.

But for Wednesday, the simple act of reaching for your hand had felt monumental. She had debated it for the entirety of the walk, her mind torn between logic and the overwhelming pull of her emotions. The thought of rejection had briefly crossed her mind, but the warmth of your presence, the sound of your steps aligning with hers, made her brave enough to try.

Her heart raced in a way she couldn’t entirely explain, perhaps it was anticipation, or maybe the weight of what she was about to do.

She had visited this spot last evening to ensure everything was perfect. It was as she had envisioned it, though she owed part of that to Eugene’s assistance. The boy had grinned proudly when she’d inspected his work, and, for once, she hadn’t chastised him for the enthusiasm.

This was for you. It had to be perfect. She hoped you would understand what it meant, what she was trying to say without words.

When the clearing finally came into view, she paused, her heart hammering against her ribs.

“Almost there,” she murmured, her voice quieter than usual.

The two of you stepped into the open space, and your breath hitched at the sight before you. The scene was just as magical as the last time Wednesday had brought you here, but now, it was even more enchanting.

The fireflies were there, just as they had been before like tiny stars.

But now, there was something more—something that hadn’t been there last time.

Blue Butterflies. Dozens of them. They danced around the trees, alighting briefly on leaves and branches before taking flight again. It felt otherworldly, almost like a dream.

You gasped softly, your eyes wide as you took in the sight. “Wednesday…”

She stood beside you, her hand still in yours, watching your reaction intently. “I did it for you,” she said quietly, her voice softer than you’d ever heard it.

“I know it wasn’t on your list, not exactly. But…” She hesitated, her dark eyes meeting yours, her usual confidence faltering. “I wanted to show you that I understand. That I’ve been listening.”

“Listening to what?” you asked, your voice just as quiet, as though afraid to break the spell of the moment.

“To your wish. "Save A Life" ” she admitted, her gaze unwavering. “I know now… you didn’t mean it literally. You wanted to save me. And in your own strange, infuriating way, you already have.”

Your breath caught in your throat as her words sank in.

“You’ve changed me,” she continued, her voice growing steadier. “You’ve made me see the world in a way I never thought I could. In color. In light. In… beauty.” her eyes glimmering with an emotion she rarely let show. “You’ve done something no one else has ever managed. You’ve made me feel alive.”

Tears prickled at the corners of your eyes, but you didn’t look away from her, not for a second.

Her words hung in the air, and for the first time, you saw a vulnerability in her that she rarely, if ever, allowed herself to show.

“I love you,” she said finally, the words tumbling out as though she couldn’t hold them back any longer. Her voice wavered just slightly, betraying the depth of her emotions. “I’ve tried not to, but it doesn’t matter. I love you, and I don’t care if that makes me weak or irrational or—”

You didn’t let her finish. Closing the distance between you, you cupped her face in your hands, your touch gentle but firm. “Wednesday,” you whispered, your voice trembling with emotion. “I love you too.”

And then, you kissed her.

The world seemed to fall away in that moment. The only thing that mattered was the feel of her lips against yours, soft, hesitant, but filled with a passion that left you breathless. Her hands found your waist, holding you as though you might disappear if she let go.

She felt your warmth seep into her, chasing away the coldness she had always clung to. She wanted this moment to last forever, to hold onto you in a way that felt eternal.

When she finally pulled back, her dark eyes searched yours, looking for confirmation, for reassurance. And she found it. In the way you looked at her, in the soft smile on your lips, she knew. This was real.

She took your hand again, her fingers brushing against your palm before gently lifting it. She led you closer to the butterflies, holding your hand steady as one of them landed on your outstretched fingers.

Wednesday’s gaze was fixed on the emotions in your eyes as you watched the butterfly. In your eyes, she saw wonder, joy, and something deeper, something that made her chest ache in a way that was almost unbearable.

If this was her world now, she decided, it was one she wanted to live in until the very end.

And as the butterfly flew away, you turned to her, “Wednesday,” you began, your voice trembling slightly. “Save a life… it wasn’t about changing you. I love you for who you are—every dark, twisted, brilliant part of you. I wouldn’t want you to be anything else.” You hesitated, your eyes searching hers. “It’s about something else. Something… you’ll understand when the time comes.”

Her brows furrowed slightly, confusion flickering across her face. But she didn’t press you, sensing that the moment wasn’t right. Instead, she nodded, her grip on your hand tightening as though to anchor herself to you.

And as the butterflies continued to flutter around you, the fireflies casting their golden glow, Wednesday felt something she hadn’t felt in a long time: Hope.

Next Chapter.

[Author's note: I promised and I delivered! THE FIRST KISSSSS!!! Soo How do you guys feel about this chapter?]

[gadriezmannsgirl]

Ok in honor of the new boyfriend selfie ruben posted, can u pls write something about him as a boyfriend. Like him being really needy to his gf, sending her silly pics like that when they’re away, and being very clingy and constantly needing affection from the gf when they are finally at home together

Here it is! Hope you like it, please let me know!😌

Needy, Cute and Manly Boyfriend -R.D3

Summary: He loves having your attention

You couldn't help but smile at your phone. Your 3 years boyfriend, Rúben sent you a pic of himself and your dog, Simba. You instantly replied with a quick "my baby's😍❤️. Love you both so much"

Soon Rúben sent another selfie, this one only of himself, at the bottom there was a text "What time you'll be home? I miss you"

You were going to reply but were interrupted by a call from you boyfriend, you quickly answered it.

"Meu amor" He said "I miss you"

"I miss you too, babe; but I still have another class to go, I'll be out in about an hour and a half, after that I'm all yours"

"You already are mine"

"Well yes but you know what I mean" Rúben chuckles

"Let me know, I'll pick go and pick you up"

"Thanks, Rú. But there's no need, Lisa can give me a ride home, you're pretty tired baby, have some rest"

"None of that. You said an hour and a half, right? I'll be there"

"You're so stubborn"

"Teimoso e tudo mas é assim que me amas" (Stubborn and everything but that's how you love me)

You smile nodding "That I do" You blow him a kiss "I need to go to class right now but I'll text you as soon as I'm done, handsome"

"You do that, bonita" (beautiful) He blows a kiss into the phone "Eu amo-te, amor"

"Love you too, baby. See ya later" and with that you hung up the call and entered your class.

After what felt like an eternity you went out discussing some points with your best friend.

"But it doesn't matter if we are different mentions?"

"I don't think so to be honest"

"And what about that neurology oratory? You're planning on going?" You nod

"Dr. Jones will do it and I think it will be good, you know? He's one of the best out here and it'll fantastic if I can do my internships in his hospital"

"You're good, you will do!" She nudges your shoulder

"We don't know about that, I need to be the first one in class"

"As if you aren't?" You gave her a look before she smirked "Prince charming's here for you" You turned around to see a very well known Ferrari and your boyfriend leaning up against the car with a cap on his head. "See ya, girl!" Lisa hugged you over your shoulders, kissed you cheek and let you go

"See ya, Li" You smiled at her before walking up to your boyfriend. "Hello"

"Hello, meu Amor" You quickly gave him a kiss on his lips, his hands went over to your waist pulling you closer "Let's go home?" You nod with a smile on.

He kisses your cheek before opening the door for you and helping you get in.

You push your backpack to the backseat and wait for Rúben to start the car.

"How was your day, querida?" (Darling) He asks, his hand going straight to your thigh

"It was good! We did a pop quiz, teacher told us to go out whenever we finished and at the end he gave us the results right there and then"

"How did it go?"

"Amazing!" You smile widely "I absolutely rubbed my full grade into his face"

"Is that professor the one you told me about?" You hum "What was his nickname? Doc. Mean?" You hum

"He's just awful" He laughs "And he looks exactly like Emmet Brown"

"The doc from Back to the Future?" You nod and Rúben squeezes your thigh laughing "He does look like him"

"Awful" You laugh with him as you watch how he changes the route to your house "You need to go somewhere?"

"We are going somewhere" He put emphasis to the we

"Where are we going then?"

"To get some burgers"

"You don't eat them"

"But you do" He shrugs "I can have a little cheat day"

"You having a cheat day?" Rúben looks at you during a red light "What did you do to my boyfriend?"

"No. What did you do to me? I never break a diet until you came around"

"So I'm at fault?"

"More or less, you love burgers and I love you. Having a burger once in a while won't kill me"

"It better not. I'll be a widow even before getting married"

"That's definitely something we don't want"

"Definitely not" You grip his hand with one of yours and hug his arm with the other "Can you also get me a?" -

"Double meat, double cheese burger with extra fries and a chocolate chip cookie? I know"

"I know you know... But I wanted-"

"An iced caramel mocha?" You look at him narrowing your eyes

"You know me"

"I have to, tu és a minha menina" (you're my girl) you smiled feeling him leaning over the console to kiss you quickly. He rolled down the window and greeted the worker before ordering.

A few minutes later, both of you were on your way back to your house, singing and humming along the songs on your shared playlist.

"Gonna take a quick shower, I'll be back in ten" You said as soon as you got inside, however Simba made it difficult for you, he wanted his attention. "You're my babyboy but you gotta let me go and take a shower, baby"

"Simba, I'm the only one who can jump on her!" You heard Rúben's voice inside the kitchen and then you heard the blender go on

"Dad's jealous. You're my baby" You kissed his fourry face.

"Weren't you going to shower?"

"I'm giving my baby love"

"You don't need to give Simba that much of love, you can give it to me"

"Are you jealous of a dog?"

"Pufff!" He gave you a look "Obviously yes. I'm supposed to be the only one you give your love and attention to"

"You are. But also is Simba" You kissed the dog's head once again

"Nonono!" His cries made you laugh "Simba, get off!"

"He likes the attention way too much"

"Even I do if it's yours!" You break in laughter

"You know I'll give you all my attention after I shower and eat?"

"What are you waiting for to do that?" He asks making you laugh more

"You are so jealous of your dog"

"I am!"

"Please don't take it in the wrong way but you're so needy, I love it"

"I'm not needy"

"És tão giro" (You're so cute) You said in between giggles

"Sou um homem viril, não sou giro" (I'm a manly man, I'm not cute)

"You are both, actually"

"Go take a shower, I'll set something up so we can watch while we eat and you love on me"

"Sounds like a deal" Rúben smiled before turning around to the kitchen "Hey" You call him as he turns

"What?"

You grab his hand and pull him down so you could kiss his lips softly "My needy, cute and manly boyfriend"

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request: hello can you do a story about carlos being bffs with reader’s brother please?

PART 1

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'' Mi querida would it be alright if Carlos used your room for the week?"Your brother asked as you lay on the couch, facing the TV across the room.

"Yeah, sure. Do mom and dad know?" you replied.

Your brother simply hummed in response. You recalled the days when Carlos used to come over and play video games with him when they were younger. However, as he began his professional career and started traveling frequently, such visits became rare. Nonetheless, you were accustomed to the sight of him around your house. When he left, it felt almost like losing a family member.

Carlos had always been a shy person, yet a sincere and classic Spaniard. Whenever you were around, and they were playing games, you couldn't help but feel unsure of where to put your hands, how to style your hair, or where to look. Honestly, though you never admitted it, you secretly liked his smile and the way he treated his friends, with his fist bumps and affectionate gestures. He would always greet you with, "Hello, little one, how's life going, huh?" while gently touching your hair to show his affection. You loved having him around, but you never dared to admit your feelings, not even to yourself. Was he just like a brother to you? Or perhaps more like a stranger? You weren't even sure.

Sometimes, Sainz would invite you to watch the races with them, and seeing Carlos dressed in all red, serious, and passionate about his racing, would bring back memories of how he made you feel. You knew he had a girlfriend for a long time, which was why you never wanted to acknowledge the fact that you might have had a little crush on him. His eyes would light up with love whenever he spoke about her, and that sight always brought a smile to your face. You found it adorable to see him talk about something or someone he loved. But you never wished it was you he loved. It was more like admiration, maybe even a bit of envy.

After nearly a year, Carlos made his last visit. Unfortunately, you weren't there to see him last year, so it was quite exciting to have the opportunity to see him again after all these years.

Around dinner time, the doorbell rang once, as if the person behind it was unsure about being there.

"I'll get it!" you yelled, rushing down the stairs to answer the door. Deep down, you were somehow certain it was Carlos, yet you also wished it wasn't, as you weren't ready to confront your thoughts and emotions.

And there he stood, in his white shirt and sweatpants, with his suitcase next to him on the doorway.

“Hola, bellisima. How much you have grown, come here."

The moment your brother descended the stairs and Carlos enveloped her in his arms was almost identical.

"You look lovely," you managed to say. You couldn't say more, not even his name. As you pulled away from his embrace, there was a beautiful smile on your lips.

"Welcome home, my friend." When your brother and Carlos decided to continue their embrace inside, you closed the door behind them. Seeing them side by side after such a long time was stranger and more emotional than you had imagined, yet it was also comforting. Carlos threw his backpack anywhere in the spacious living room, or rather, he tossed it. He was sweaty, tired, but his aura, the one he always carried with him, was still there. You found yourself watching as his soft words slipped through his slightly parted lips and his tongue quickly darted out to lick them, or as he ran his fingers through his sweaty, disheveled, and longer hair. Yes, he hadn't changed, or at least your feelings hadn't.

"If you don't mind, I'll take a shower and rest a bit so that we can have a wonderful evening, huh? I'm incredibly tired."

"Of course, mi amigo. Y/N will show you to your room and also provide you with towels. I was thinking of taking care of some errands outside and doing some shopping for the evening."

You had never been alone with Carlos in the house. Never. You imagined him lying on the bed where you slept the night before. Lips slightly parted, cheeks flushed from heat and moisture, his bronze shoulders against the sheets.

"Alright then, bellisima, would you show me to my room?"

Bellisima. Unaware of how effortlessly he captivated you when he said the word, you could only smile and nod, unable to do anything else.

"Of course, Carlos," you replied, your voice slightly trembling. You led him up the stairs, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness. As you walked down the hallway towards your room, you couldn't help but steal glances at him, his presence filling the space with a captivating aura.

Upon reaching your room, you hesitated for a moment before opening the door. The room was tidy, with soft, warm lighting creating a cozy ambiance. Carlos stepped inside, his eyes scanning the surroundings, taking in the familiar yet slightly altered space.

"You've done a great job with the room," he complimented, turning to face you. His gaze held a mixture of appreciation and something more, something that made your heart skip a beat.

"Thank you," you managed to reply, your voice barely above a whisper. Your eyes met his, and in that moment, the air between you crackled with an undeniable tension. Time seemed to stand still as you both stood there, locked in a silent exchange.

Without breaking eye contact, Carlos slowly closed the distance between you, his movements deliberate and filled with anticipation. Your heart raced, your mind overwhelmed with a whirlwind of emotions. This was a moment you had dreamed of, but never believed would become a reality.

His eyes roamed over your face, his fingertips gently grazing your hair.

"Did you do something different with your hair? It looks different," he remarked.

You couldn't help but feel a wave of nerves wash over you as he got so close. His presence was intoxicating, his breath carrying a heavenly scent that left you feeling both helpless and frustrated. The reality of the situation hit you hard—anything between the two of you seemed impossible, forbidden even, without a shadow of a doubt.

"N-no, it's probably just the sunlight," you stuttered, struggling to find your words. You were worried that he could sense your nervousness, that he could hear your heart racing. Desperate to escape the overwhelming tension, you added, "Do you need anything else? I have to go. I'm meeting a friend."

His curious gaze met yours, his lips slightly parted, and his eyebrows furrowed. He took a step back, as if to break the undeniable tension that had formed between you. You sensed his own nervousness, his fear of having done something wrong that pushed you away.

"Ah, yes, go ahead. I'll see you at dinner. Thanks for letting me stay in your room," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of disappointment.

It was more than a pleasure to imagine him lying on your bed, lost in dreams, with his heavenly scent lingering in the air. You needed to leave immediately, to prevent him from sensing any vibes you were desperately trying to hide. The temptation was too great, and you couldn't bear the thought of letting your desires be known.

'' So you are saying Carlos is back for a while huh? How you really feeling about this?'' Y/FN said. You grabbed a coffeee on your way to the beach for a small talk. She hadn't been around for a while and the biggest part of it was due to college. You still wore your swimsuit even though you knew that your mind would be too busy to think about swimming or paddle boarding, you admitted though, to your friend. She directly understood you needed a company to work your thoughts out. You were sitting on the sand probably for like an hour or two, your empty coffee bottles beside you with the beautiful image of setting sun.

'' I really don't know Y/FN, I don't know if I want to think about it too either, to be honest. It's just feels different but I just can't come up with any words that can explain the situation you know. I want to be around him, I really do. But at the same time I don't, because it feels heavenly also so real, it makes me uncomfortable to think about him in such way.''

'' Isa and him? Are they still together? Or-

'' Y/Brother'sName, and him were talking on the phone last week, I heard him through the video call. I am not sure but I heard that they are over. But I don't know you know.''

''This whole Carlos thing is gonna be solved this week trust me, let me know if you need a company again Y/N, you know I love you.''

'' I love you too, thank you for being here.''

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"Bellísima, we are going to have dinner. Hurry up, bueno? Huh?"

As you arrived home, you found Carlos, freshly shaved, showered, and dressed on the stairs while you were holding your flip-flops on your hand. He scrolled through his phone while descending towards the yard, where the three of you were about to enjoy dinner.

"Bienvenida, joining us for dinner?" he greeted you, slipping his phone into his shorts pocket.

"Uh, yes, just a minute," you replied, taken aback by his stunning appearance. He seemed unreal, as if a god had come to life, with his white linen shirt, golden goose high tops, and half-wet, half-dry beautiful hair. You couldn't help but gulp at the sight of him, standing there in front of you, almost frozen in awe.

"¿Estás bien?" he asked, sensing your uneasiness, a feeling you wished he hadn't noticed.

"Oh yes, I'll be there in a minute," you assured him, trying to regain your composure.

He smiled in response and made his way towards the garden door again, leaving you there with flushed cheeks and racing heart. You wished he wasn't there to do all this to you and your body but also were so glad he was there to make you feel all of those things, it was more complicated than you thought it was.

You dressed up and joined your brother and his friend for dinner. There was this little sound of the old Spanish classics coming from your brother's speakers while you were enjoying the Carbonara. You mostly listened to their funny and entertaining conversation and joined their talk after sometime, leaving them glad.

After dinner, your brother excused himself to join a video call for work, leaving you and Carlos alone in the kitchen. As you washed the dishes together, you found yourselves sharing laughter over the most peculiar things, like Carlos's spot-on impression of SpongeBob or his comical struggles with loading the dishwasher, as if it were the most challenging task on Earth. The half-hour spent in his company was not only incredibly entertaining but also remarkably easygoing, allowing you to let go of any self-consciousness and simply enjoy the moment.

Once all the dishes were sparkling clean, Carlos leaned against the counter, savoring a bottle of beer. There was a comfortable silence that hung in the air, creating an atmosphere that was both comforting and electrifying. The way he stood there, relaxed and confident, made your heart skip a beat.

Unable to resist the magnetic pull between you, you slowly approached Carlos. The tension between you was palpable, the air thick with anticipation. Your eyes locked, conveying a depth of emotion that words could never fully capture.

As you stood mere inches apart, the world around you seemed to fade into the background. Time stood still, and the only thing that mattered was the connection between you. Your heart raced, matching the rhythm of your shallow breaths.

Just as you were about to close the gap and feel the warmth of his lips against yours, a sudden noise jolted you both back to reality. It was your brother, returning to the kitchen unexpectedly. Startled, you and Carlos quickly separated, exchanging a fleeting glance filled with longing and unspoken desire.

"Sorry, guys. Forgot my phone," your brother mumbled, oblivious to the charged atmosphere in the room. He swiftly retrieved his phone from the counter and exited, leaving you and Carlos to wrestle with a mix of frustration and longing.

With a sigh, Carlos looked at you, his eyes reflecting the shared disappointment. "Timing just never seems to be on our side, does it?" he said, his voice tinged with regret.

You nodded, feeling a mixture of disappointment and anticipation. "No, it doesn't. But one day, our timing will align perfectly."

A bittersweet smile graced Carlos's lips as he reached out and gently brushed his fingers against your cheek. "I believe that too," he whispered.

In that fleeting moment, you knew that the connection between you was too strong to be ignored. The promise of a future filled with passionate embraces and stolen kisses hung in the air, leaving you both yearning for the day when the stars would align and grant you the perfect moment to finally let your desires take flight.

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"But mostly I hate the way I don't hate you,"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"And the fact that you didn't call," ← previous part

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The way Miguel looked at you was heartbreaking, to say the least. He hadn't seen you in just 3 days but stared at you the way he did when you walked down the aisle on your wedding day. Tears filled his eyes. He was hurt. Hurt by the idea of you ever thinking he would betray his vows to you.

"Hermosa," he started, as he stumbled inside. He had all types of small injuries littered on his body. He looked like he had just watched someone run over his puppy with his own two eyes. "Hermosa, do you think I'm cheating on you?" he asked in disbelief.

"Do you really think I'd do that to you?" he asked, walking up to you and taking your hands.

"Miguel, of course not, I-I was jealous. I wasn't communicating-" you started.

"No, I wasn't communicating and I let work and Justine get in the way of our alone time," he insisted.

"No this is on me, I should have told you how I felt, I shouldn't have stayed away," you interjected. Realizing that you were getting nowhere, the two of you chuckled.

"Look, I've missed you, I never want to be away from you, I just—wanted to hurt you, the way you hurt me," you admitted as you cupped his cheeks with your hands. He placed his hands over yours and gave them a squeeze.

"Querida, I had no idea. Por favor, perdóname[Please, forgive me]," he sighed.

"Miguel, of course, I forgive you," you sighed.

"I don't know what's going on with us but I need it to be resolved and over. You're my whole world, I can't stand when you're upset with me, and when you try to ignore me," he admits.

"Oh, Miguel. I could never stay mad at you. It's the hardest thing I've ever done," you sighed.

"Is it really? You sure about that?" he smirked.

"You and your dirty mind," you giggled.

Miguel took your hand and planted a soft kiss on it. "Te quiero más que a nada[I love you more than anything]," he whispered.

"Te quiero más[I love you more]," you replied looking into his eyes. A light blush graced his cheeks. It always made him weak whenever you spoke Spanish back to him.

I never thought that I'd ever fall this hard for a man. I could never hate him. Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all. You thought of yourself as the two of you got comfy on the couch as you tended to his wounds and told you about how the universe was trying to keep him from coming home with the amount of situations he ran into on the way there.

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the end <3

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[guilty-pleasures21]

The perfect guy

The list of chapters is now complete, meaning that part 9 will be the last part. I will then be finishing up some of my other fics before starting on the Bridgerton-themed one. So excited guys! ☺️

The project

The new guy

The lie

The new body

The hospital

The first time

The suit

The virus

The escape

Warnings: none.

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     She grinned as they walked arm in arm to his new room. He was still a bit slow on his feet, but he was starting to lean on her a little less now - a good thing considering how huge and heavy he was. 

     Miguel kept an eye on the nurse as she guided them along the hospital corridors. She'd turn around occasionally to glance at them, and every time her eyes landed on him, she'd blush and curl into herself shyly. He bent over to whisper in X's ear.

     “That woman is attracted to me. I saw it on her face.” He looked down at X and flashed her a confused look. “Why?”

     She snickered at his expression. “Because! You're so handsome, querido!”

     He wrinkled his nose as he looked back at the nurse. 

     “But I'm yours. I don't want her.” He turned to X again, his copper eyes wide with fear. “I don't want anyone to ever try to steal me away from you.” 

     X patted his hand soothingly. “No one's going to steal you away from me, Miguel. That's something only you get to decide.”

     “What do you mean?”

     “Well, you get to decide who you want to be with.” She glanced away and ran her nails along his arm lightly. “Now that you have a physical body and everything. You can go wherever you want … and stuff.” Of course she'd look after him, help him get on his feet and give him everything he needed to live. But aside from the contractual obligations he needed to fulfill to the military, she didn't want him to feel like he was forced to be with her.

     “I want you,” he replied immediately, firm and without hesitation - just like he always did. She looked up at him, relaxing when she saw the determined expression on his face. Then she smiled and he smiled too.

     “Why do you keep copying me?” X asked teasingly.

     “What do you mean?”

     “You always smile whenever I smile.”

     “I like seeing you smile,” Miguel replied easily. “It makes me … happy!” Yes, happiness: that was what this feeling was called. The giddiness bubbling up inside of his stomach, the rapid beating of his heart in his chest, the urgent tugging at the corners of his lips. It was a feeling he ached to replicate, over and over again. Like a spark.

     “All right, this will be your new room, Mr O'Hara,” the nurse informed him, holding the door open for them. “Please let us know if you need anything - the call button is right next to your bed.”

     Miguel peeked his head into the room and glanced over at the bed. It looked too small for both of them to fit on, but she could always just lie on top of him while they slept - she was so small compared to him, he probably wouldn't even notice she was there. He walked into the room, pulling X along behind him. “Thank you.”

     The nurse nodded at him, pleased, then she shut the door, finally leaving the two of them alone.

     Miguel shuffled over to the bed to sit down on it. Walking still wasn't coming to him so easily yet, so he was glad for the moment of relief. He pulled X onto his lap, then pushed himself up the bed, sitting back to look at her. She really was so pretty, so cute and so sweet. He curled his fingers around her waist and snuck his thumbs beneath the hem of her shirt to rub small circles along her bare skin. X giggled and Miguel felt his heart flutter at how adorable she looked.

     “Miguel.” She grasped onto his shoulders and leaned forward to give him a knowing smirk. “What are you doing, querido?”

     Miguel reflected her expression back at her as he brushed her hair away from her face. “Touching you. Just like you always wanted me to, querida.” 

     He tugged her closer to him, then pressed his lips to hers, finally learning what it felt like to kiss her. She sank against his chest and wrapped her arms around his neck, and he slid his fingers into her hair as she twirled her tongue around his. They smiled in between kisses, their lips and tongues moving against one another’s tenderly, appreciatively. X let out a soft moan and Miguel nipped on her lower lip at the sound. She giggled in response and he felt like his heart was about to burst with joy as he pulled her back to him to continue kissing her. He glided his hand up her back, then fumbled with the hook of her bra when he reached it. He’d never actually seen her putting it on or taking it off, so he had to do a quick search in his head on how to undo a bra. He pinched it open when he found the instructions, releasing her breasts just as he intended. Then he slid his hands around to her chest before she could react, closing his fingers around her soft flesh and groaning into her mouth as he squeezed her gently. “Mmm, f*ck.”

     P*ta madre, they were even softer than the rest of her! He'd visualised himself running his hands all over her digital form before, their bodies replicating the movements he'd seen her do on herself numerous times already. But he'd never known that it would be so pleasing to his own body to touch her like this, to see that beautiful look on her face as he stimulated her.

     Her p*ssy had started throbbing immediately at the feeling of his fingers brushing across her nipples and squeezing her breasts so gently. But she sat back and pulled his hands away from her reluctantly. “Miguel! We're in a public place, querido!”

     He glanced up at her and smirked when he saw the desperation clear on her face.

     “In a private room, querida,” he countered. He started moving his hands up her torso again, easily overpowering her to begin sliding her shirt off. “Let me see you, mi amor.”

     X grabbed his wrists suddenly and forced his hands back down as she caught him off guard. Miguel looked up and grinned when he saw the irritated look on her face. She was cute when she was annoyed with him. He'd have to try making her mad more often.

     “Miguel!” X chastised him, scrambling off of him to put some distance between them. She clipped her bra back hastily, then crossed her arms and glared up at him. But Miguel just continued smiling at her as he stood up, his tall form allowing him to tower over her dominatingly.

     “Miss X?” The nurse asked, poking her head into the room. She paused when she noticed how close X and Miguel were, then gulped when she saw the teasing smile Miguel wore as he looked down at X. “Mr O'Hara's test results are back.”

     “Oh! Thank you!” X exclaimed quickly, scurrying over to the nurse and grabbing the report from her. She pored over it as she walked back to Miguel, her attention seized completely by the numbers on the page.

     “Uh, you're welcome,” the nurse replied uncertainly. She hesitated at the door, wondering if she’d forgotten something. “Oh! Does Mr O'Hara have any dietary requirements? For dinner.”

     “Uh, no. Anything's fine,” X replied vaguely, still focused on his test results. But then she looked up and ran a critical eye over his muscular form. “But we'll need lots of proteins. Thanks!” She turned to give the nurse a quick smile, then flung her shoes off and climbed onto the bed. She crossed her legs and hunched over to continue reading the report, finished with the conversation. 

     “Um, okay,” the nurse replied, giving Miguel another bashful smile. “I'll be back later with your food, Mr O'Hara.”

     Miguel avoided her gaze, not knowing how to respond. He felt weird whenever anyone who wasn't X looked at him like that. It was like he was burning up from the inside and his stomach was curling in on itself. And the back of his neck would start feeling really irritated too. He felt … embarrassed, he realised, finally finding the appropriate word in the dictionary. Embarrassed? That was that emotion X was always saying she had to try to figure out how to code into him. But he didn't need it to be coded in now that he had a body to produce the appropriate neurotransmitters in response to his understanding of human interactions. “Uh, thanks.”

     The nurse left and Miguel turned back to X. She looked so cute when she was concentrating, her arched brows furrowing together, her nose wrinkling up and her lips twisting down at the corners. He lowered himself onto the bed next to her, then lifted her up and placed her on his lap. 

     X looked up, confused by the sudden interruption. “Huh?”

     Wow! He was so strong that she must have weighed practically nothing to him, so easily had he just lifted her up and set her down on his lap. Miguel wrapped his arms around her and bent over to rest his head on her shoulder.

     “How’s it looking? Am I cleared for sex, doctor?” He grinned against her neck as he cuddled her close to him and she giggled at his naughty words.

     “Miguel! You're so naughty, querido!” X huffed in feigned annoyance and turned back to the report. “I'm going to have to delete your ability to dirty talk.”

     “But you love it when I talk dirty to you,” he argued. He pulled on her earlobe with his teeth, then tickled the back of her ear with his tongue. Her head fell to the side of its own volition, her body reacting instinctively to his touch.

     “Miguel!” X scrambled out of his grasp again, then paused, trying to come up with an excuse to stop him. “You should eat first! Aren't you hungry, querido?”

     “The food's not going to be here until later,” he pointed out, getting up and going over to her. “In the meantime …” He took a step forward and she took one back, maintaining a bit of distance between them. 

     “But … I can ask for some snacks!” she suggested, not even realising that he’d been backing her towards the toilet the entire time. “Or something … Do you want me to go find a vending machine?” 

       Miguel continued to smile down at her as he placed a hand on the bathroom door behind her, opening it so she stumbled in. He followed after her and locked the door behind them before turning back to her, that devious smile still plastered across his face.

Tags: @jadeloverxd @migshusben

[flightlessangelwings]

To Your Rescue

Javi Gutierrez x fem!reader (no use of y/n) Word count- 5k Dialogue prompt- “ hurry! take my hand! “ Action prompt- [ TACKLE ]: sender physically tackles the receiver out of the line of fire Warnings- s.mut (18+ only!), protective!Javi, mutual pining, so much pining, action/minor violence, a creeper character, minor character death, love confession, reader is a maid in the Gutierrez compound Notes- June's Year of Protectiveness fic is here and I just had to write one with our dear sweet Javi! @yearofcreation2023​ The idea randomly popped into my head and it was just too perfect and this one was fun to write! And I just love Javi so much!! Enjoy! @flightlessangelwings-updates​ is my update blog so feel free to also follow that and turn on post notifs to stay up to date on when I post!

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As lavish as the Gutierrez compound was, your job was anything but. As a maid in the estate, it was your job to work behind the scenes to keep up that luxury appearance. It was far from a glamorous job, but it was a job you were grateful for. It wasn’t a hard job, and it was stable. You kept to yourself for the most part and it paid well. Plus, the views weren’t bad either…

With the sea as a backdrop, every view out any given window was stunning. The sun made the sea glitter beautifully no matter what time of day it was, and you found yourself staring out the window at times. But, there was something else that caught your eye often… or rather someone else. The head of the estate, and head of the Gutierrez cartel, Javi, was the most beautiful man you had ever seen. His smile lit up the room more than the sun that beamed through the windows. 

“Do not address Señor Gutierrez, entiéndame?” Flora, the head of the household told you sternly on your first day.

“Si señora,” you replied meekly.

Her words rang through your head nearly every day, and you had to remind yourself of your place in Javi Gutierrez’s life. But, even though you weren’t supposed to speak to him, there was nothing against looking at him, especially when you thought he didn’t notice.

But what you didn’t know was that Javi snuck glances at you when you weren’t looking too.

From the day you started, Javi was entranced by you. His heart nearly stopped in his chest the first time he saw you, and he couldn’t help but linger at times to watch you while you worked. Some days it was hard for Javi to keep his expression neutral as he passed by you in the halls, especially when he had to meet with more dangerous people. 

It didn’t go unnoticed that you averted your eyes every time Javi passed by. But, he also was aware of the weight of your gaze when he wasn’t looking. Javi wondered if you felt his own gaze on you, or were you too busy with your work to feel it. Little did he know that goosebumps erupted on your skin whenever you felt his eyes on you.

The stolen glaces went on for some time before Javi finally decided to break the ice. He happened to come into the library where you were dusting, and he made sure not to make any noise. Javi watched with longing in his eyes as you stepped up the ladder to reach higher up. But, as the dust flew into the air, it made you sneeze, and you almost lost your balance.

Panic rushed through your veins as you felt yourself fall backwards and you scrambled to grab onto the shelf. But, you barely fell at all before a pair of large hands grabbed you and steadied you.

“Careful there, querida,” a soft voice rang out behind you.

You gasped as you grabbed onto the bookcase to steady yourself before you hard and found yourself face to face with Javi Gutierrez. Your heart pounded in your chest as you took a moment to study his features up close, and he was even more beautiful than he was from afar.

“Señor Gutierrez,” you mumbled as your gaze dropped. Your skin burned as you realized he still held onto you.

Javi grinned brightly, “Please,” he let out a short laugh, “Just call me Javi.”

You opened your mouth, but closed it as you tried to find your voice, “T-thank you… For saving me.”

“No need to thank me,” Javi said softly as he finally released you.

The two of you locked eyes and time felt like it stopped. The sound of blood pulsing through both your veins felt like it echoed in the room even louder than the waves crashing out the window. The gentle breeze ruffled Javi’s hair, and you found yourself wondering that it would be like to run your fingers through it. But, your breath hitched in your throat when you noticed his gaze dropped down to your lips for the briefest moment.

But, as much as you wanted to know what ran through his head, you heard a different voice in your head: Do not speak to Señor Gutierrez.

You cleared your throat as you turned back to the bookshelf, “I should get back to work,” your voice was hushed as you picked up the duster you dropped.

Javi couldn’t hide the disappointment on his face, “Do not let me interrupt you.”

“Señor Gutierrez,” you called to him as he turned to leave, “Thanks again.”

He smiled at you, “I will always come to your rescue, querida,” he winked at you before he left the room.

From that day on, Javi stole whatever moments he could with you. He liked talking to you, even if it took some time for you to finally carry on a full conversation. As the months went on, Javi found more and more that what he felt was more than just flirting. He was falling for you. And he was falling hard.

For now, though, Javi knew he had to be careful. Between the fact that you worked in the compound and Javi’s role as figurehead of his family’s cartel, he couldn’t take unnecessary risks. He never wanted to make you uncomfortable, and he certainly didn’t want to put you in danger if anyone found out how much you truly meant to him.

There were times when it was hard, though. Like, whenever Javi hosted a fancy party and you worked serving drinks. He couldn’t help the way his fingers would linger over yours when you handed him a fresh glass.

“Gracias, querida,” Javi murmured in your ear so softly that no one else could hear.

“Anything for you, Señor Gutierrez,” you replied as you were sure he felt how warm your skin was.

“Call me Javi,” he quipped back.

Although you didn’t answer, Javi didn’t expect you to. It became a routine for the two of you to end conversations like that. But, the look on your face told him all he needed to know. Javi noticed the way your gaze lingered on him, even when you thought he wasn’t looking. And it certainly didn’t pass him by the way your eyes fell down to his lips once more.

For now, Javi just nodded and raised his glass to you before you turned and went back to your duties. One day, the time would be right. Until then, Javi would just keep you close the only way he could, and at least you were close enough to be kept safe. 

*

Another night, another party.

You let out a deep sigh as you picked up all the discarded streamers from the party. It was a particularly crazy night, and most of the guests had too much to drink and got rowdy. It didn’t bother you, though since you got paid overtime to work the cleanup. You had gotten to the compound late as most of the guests were already leaving, but your heart fluttered in your chest when you saw Javi laughing and having a good time. 

But now, everyone had left and it was just you in a big empty room with only trash to keep you company. Or so you thought. 

“Would you like some help, querida?” a soft voice broke through the quiet in the room.

You gasped and jumped, startled by the sudden presence behind you. But, you instantly relaxed when you saw Javi standing there, “Señor Gutierrez,” you breathed.

Javi smiled brightly at you, lighting up the dimmed room and bringing the sun into the night, “Querida, how many times have I asked you to call me Javi?”

Your heart pounded in your chest as your skin warmed, “Javi…” You finally replied and finally caved into his ongoing request. 

“That’s better,” he dropped down to his knees next to you, “Now back to my first question,” Javi’s tone was soft as he leaned in close enough for you to feel his breath, “Would you like some help?”

Lost in his eyes, it took you several moments to answer. And you were sure he caught the way your eyes dropped down to his lips for a moment before you spoke, “It…” you cleared your throat as you found your voice, “It isn’t your job señ… Javi.”

“I know,” his kindness was reflected in his voice as he covered your hand with his and slipped out what you were holding, “But I want to help. And…” he paused, “I want to spend some time with you.” 

Your mouth dropped open and you were sure Javi felt the heat that radiated from your skin, “Uhh,” you stuttered, “Thank you,” you mumbled as you dropped your gaze down, too nervous to meet his eyes again.

I will always come to your rescue, Javi thought as he let out a short laugh and helped you clean up in silence. The silence, however, was comfortable, and you never felt his warmth go far from your body. Soft rustling was the only sound in the room as you and Javi picked up together. It felt… normal… comfortable. As if the two of you were the hosts and you cleaned up after all your friends left. As time passed, Javi broke the silence with light conversation, and it only made the illusion stronger.

With Javi’s help, you got the space clean enough in no time, “I’ll leave the rest of the glasses for the morning,” you thought out loud, “I think that's it,” you turned to him, “Thanks, Javi.”

He reached out and gently cupped your face as he looked at you like you hung the stars in the sky, “You are welcome, querida,” Javi said as he stroked his thumb across your cheek. His breath hitched in his throat as you leaned into his touch, and he wanted nothing more than to pull you into his arms and hold you tight. 

Your eyes fluttered shut as you felt comforted by his touch. You were sure he could feel the way your pulse pounded through your veins, and when he whispered your name, you opened your eyes to meet his. 

“Javi…” you breathed, lost in your emotions.

The two of you stared at each other, lost in the other’s eyes. Slowly, you both leaned in close to each other, and your heart skipped a beat when you saw Javi’s gaze glance down at your lips. You trembled in his grasp, and part of you wanted to pinch yourself to make sure you weren’t dreaming. As his face got closer to yours, you felt his breath on your skin and it made goosebumps erupt on your skin.

But, just as Javi’s lips ghosted over yours, you suddenly got nervous and pulled back at the last moment. You cleared your throat as you mumbled an apology, “Sorry, I…”

But Javi didn’t allow you to complete the thought, “It’s late,” he interrupted, not wanting to hear your rejection, “Would you like to stay here for the night? I do not want you to be out this time of night.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “Are you sure?” you asked in a whisper.

Javi smiled softly at you as he brushed your cheek, “Anything for mi favorita,” he winked at you.

Your breath caught in your throat as your eyes went wide, “O-ok…”

“Come,” he stood and offered you his hand, “I will set us up by the fireplace downstairs and put on a movie.”

“That sounds nice,” you replied as you slid your hand in his. 

With a grunt, Javi helped you to your feet, and when your faces were only inches away again, your both froze. Your lips parted as your eyes dropped down to his lips again, and you saw Javi mirror your action. Together, the two of you stayed still for several long moments. Only this time, Javi didn’t try to close the gap, and instead cleared his throat and led the way.

*

“This is the most comfortable blanket I’ve ever used,” you sighed as you settled onto Javi’s couch. He let you use his shower and you changed into the spare clothes you always kept on the compound just in case.

“Only the best for you, querida,” Javi smiled at you as he poured two glasses of wine and turned on a movie, “I hope this selection is ok for you,” he sounded unusually sheepish as National Treasure started.

You returned the smile as you grabbed one of the glasses, “Only if it’s a double feature with both,” you raised your glass and waited for him to do the same.

Javi’s face lit up with excitement, “Of course!” he didn’t bother to hide his glee as he clinked his glass with yours, “Salud.”

“Salud,” you tapped your glass against his and you both took a sip before you settled in.

Comfortable and exhausted, it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep on Javi’s couch. As your body relaxed, you slumped over in your sleep and your head rested on his shoulder. Javi glanced down and his heart fluttered as he saw you sound asleep against him. Not wanting to disturb you… or move you… he adjusted himself so that he slung his arm around you and he held you tightly until he too dozed off. Neither of you made it through the first movie.

When the sun hit your face, you groaned softly as you yawned before you opened your eyes. Groggy from sleep, it took you a few moments to remember where you stayed for the night. But, you gasped when you realized that you fell asleep against Javi, and that he fell asleep with his arm wrapped around your shoulders.

You shot up with a start, which woke Javi, “Querida!” he exclaimed, “Are you alright?”

“I’m fine,” you breathed, “I just�� I didn’t mean to…” you gestured around you.

Javi softened, “Do not apologize, querida,” he supped your face again, “It was a wonderful sleep… Even if we didn’t make it through the move,” he added with a laugh.

That put you more at ease, “I guess we’ll have to do this again sometime? And actually watch the movies,” you laughed as you suddenly felt more brave around him.

“I would like that,” Javi whispered as his gaze lingered on you for several moments.

Again, you felt captivated by his eyes on you, as if he cast some spell on you that froze you in place. But, it was something you were willing to cave to. And once again, you leaned in closer to him, your lips hovering just over his.

But, this time you were interrupted by the chime of the clock that made you both jump with a gasp. Your eyes went wide as you realized what time it was, “Shit,” you cursed under your breath, “I’m late,” you looked at Javi, “I gotta go.”

Javi looked disappointed, but he nodded, “Go,” he said, “I will tell Señora Flora that you stayed late and not to punish you.”

You gave him a pleading look as you did something unexpected: you placed a soft kiss on his cheek, “Thank you, Javi,” you whispered before you scurried away, leaving Javi on the couch with a dumbfounded grin on his face.

*

“Thank you for meeting with us, Mr. Gutierrez,” a sinister-looking man spoke in a heavy Russian accent, “We look forward to doing business with you,” he smiled darkly.

Javi and Lucas sat on the other end of the table, both on high alert. It was a private meeting, and you only stepped in briefly as they got started to offer drinks and refreshments. As you walked by the leader, he greeted you in Russian and gave you a smirk that made your skin crawl. You thought for a moment that he was going to try and reach for you, but Javi cleared his throat and got his attention before he could.

“We look forward to working with you too, Señor,” Javi didn’t sound like himself. He didn’t look like himself either. He kept a tough facade as a deep scowl shadowed on his face. But it only hid his true feelings, and he killed him inside that he couldn’t just grab you and hold you close, shielding you from these unsavory men.

The Russian looked over at Javi and gave him a nod before he turned his attention to you once more, “You certainly have very pretty help, Mr. Gutierrez,” he commented.

Everything in you told you to run, to slap him, to do something. But, you knew better, and all you did was nod once before you turned and left the room as quickly as possible. You felt the Russian’s gaze on you, but Javi also watched with great intensity. It wasn’t until the door shut behind you that you finally let out a deep breath. 

Javi kept his guard up the entire meeting, feeling even more on edge after the way the Russian looked at you. 

*

The next day when you arrived at the compound, you were immediately greeted by Javi. He looked like he didn’t sleep well, and it was clear by the look on your face that you didn’t either. Both of you were haunted by the encounter yesterday, and Javi had spent all night worrying about you. He wanted more than anything to keep you there overnight, scared that the Russians might find you. 

“Javi,” you exhaled, “Are you ok?”

Javi sighed your name with relief, “Come with me, querida,” he extended his hand, “I want to show you something.”

“But…”

“Do not worry,” he smiled softly at you, “I am the boss, remember?” he winked and suddenly all the tension and worry melted from your body.

“Ok,” you breathed as you took his hand, “Where are we going?”

Javi only grinned at you.

*

“Wow,” you breathed in awe, “This is…”

“Beautiful,” Javi finished your thought as his gaze never left your figure.

Javi had led you to his truck and drove you out into the cliffs, away from the compound, from your lives, from everything. The view of the sea was even more stunning from here, and the calm and the fresh air surrounded you. While you took in your setting and admired the views, Javi never took his eyes off of you.

“Listen, querida,” Javi started as he shuffled closer to you, “About yesterday…”

You felt like your heart was about to explode from your chest, especially when Javi looked at you like that, “Yes…?” 

Before he could voice his thoughts, the sudden sound of a gunshot from the distance made you and Javi jump. Another gunshot went off, and you screamed as the dirt only a few inches away from you blew up into the air. In the distance, you saw a truck with several men inside, all of them armed. Although you couldn’t make out their faces, you had a guess that they were the Russians that Javi and Lucas met with the day before.

“Hurry, querida,” Javi reached for you, “Take my hand.”

Everything happened so fast, you hardly processed it. Javi grabbed your hand and led you through the forest along the cliffs. The sounds of gunshots and shouts in Russian echoed through the wilderness. Javi weaved you both through the trees as the Russian yelled taunts at you both.

“You cannot keep the woman safe, Mr. Gutierrez,” a heavily Russian accented voice called through the forest, “We will find you, and kill you. And then she is mine.” 

The truck spun around and cut off the path that Javi and you ran in. He stopped short, keeping you behind him as they aimed their guns at you both. Thinking quickly, Javi grabbed you and launched you both down a hill.

You both grunted and shouted as you rolled down a short way before you landed in a clearing with a gasp. Javi groaned as he shook his head before he scrambled to his feet and grabbed your hand again, “Quickly, querida!” He yanked you forward as he led you behind a large boulder, “This will keep us safe for now,” he huffed.

“Javi, what are we gonna do?” you huffed, out of breath from running.

Javi stopped his frantic panic for a moment and corrupted your face with both hands, “Look at me, querida,” he waited for your eyes to lock with his before he continued, “I promise, I will keep you safe. Just trust me.”

You swallowed hard, “I trust you, Javi.”

“Good,” his lips pressed together firmly as his hair fell into his face. 

Javi kept you covered as best he could while he pulled out two things: his phone and his gun. You gasped when you realized he always carried it with him, and if the situation wasn’t so dire you would have thought more about it. But, another gunshot from the distance interrupted your thoughts.

“Lucas!” Javi shouted on the phone. He yelped as another shot rang through the air and hit the rock you currently used for cover. Without thinking, Javi pushed you down to the ground as he quickly told his cousin where to find you. “These fucking Russians,” he mumbled to himself as he tucked your head into his chest, “Stay down, querida,” Javi told you, “I promise I will not let anything happen to you.”

All you could do was cling to Javi’s shirt. You hated the helpless feeling and the fear that flowed through you. But, you also knew that Javi would keep you safe, and his strong arms around you was a comfort in the situation. You took comfort in the echo of Javi’s voice from earlier, telling you that he would always come to your rescue.

“There you are,” a thick Russian accent came from behind you and Javi.

You both gasped as you turned around and found the leader had found his way behind the rock and pointed his gun right at you and Javi. Javi hissed a string of curses in Spanish as he pulled you as close as he possibly could.

But, before the Russian could fire at you, a shot rang from behind him and he fell forward, dead.

“Do not look, querida,” Javi huffed as he blocked your vision. 

Your vision was blocked by Javi’s hand over your eyes, but you heard the shouts of Lucas and Javi’s security team. And the barrage of gunfire made your ears ring until suddenly silence filled the air. Just as quickly as it started, all the shooting stopped, and it wasn’t until Javi made sure that the area was clear that he finally loosened his grip on you.

“It's over,” he sighed as he looked you up and down, “You’re alright.” Javi looked around before he stood up and acknowledged his allies.

“Javi…”

“Come with me, querida,” Javi reached out and took your hand once more, “I want you to stay at the compound tonight until I know you will not be a target anymore.”

All you could do was nod as you followed Javi back into the safety of the compound.

*

You spent the rest of the day in a daze as you replayed the chase over and over again. Javi insisted you stayed in his bedroom, and even as you stayed in his large, luxurious shower for so long that the water ran cold, you knew he was just outside the door. Once you opened the door wearing nothing but a robe, you were immediately face to face with Javi, who looked more worried than you had ever seen him.

“Are you alright, querida?” he asked as he looked you over.

“I’m ok,” your voice was hushed as you sounded meek.

“Come here,” Javi rested his hand on your shoulder and guided you to sit on his bed. Once you were seated, he looked at you with the saddest expression you had ever seen, “I’m so sorry, querida,” Javi’s face dropped, “They must have seen how much I care about you, and it put you at risk.”

“Javi…”

“I never wanted you to get hurt,” he continued, looking back up at you with tears in his eyes, “All I want to do is protect you and treat you the way you deserve to be treated.”

You froze. 

“I just…” he sighed, “I cannot lose you… Te quiero, querida,” Javi’s confession came from his heart as he looked at you with those big brown eyes. His hands on you stayed firm and you felt the tension in his grip.

The dam broke, and without a word you launched yourself forward and crashed your lips to his. Javi’s muffled moan vibrated between your bodies as he wrapped his arms around you and immediately reciprocated the kiss. All the months of longing and lingering touches cumulated in his kiss.

Javi murmured your name as you both broke away for a breath before he yanked you close and kissed you again. This time, he swallowed the moan you let out as you both clung to each other as if you were both afraid the other would disappear. 

Neither of you were sure who moved first, but you both simultaneously began to tug at the other’s clothes. Javi stripped you more quickly, with only the robe covering your body, but you made quick work of the button down shirt and linen pants he wore.

As you yanked his pants off, you straddled Javi’s waist and pushed him down onto his back. All the breath was forced out of his lungs, but Javi never broke eye contact with you. He looked up at you like you were a goddess and he was just a lowly worshiper. But, Javi would worship you every day, every night, every moment he could. He would do anything for you. 

“Javi,” you breathed as you leaned forward, your folds rocking along his cock as you did so, “I love you too,” your voice was soft as your lips hovered over his before you closed the gap once more.

He mumbled your hand as he grabbed onto your hips, his hands pressing into the soft flesh of your body. Soft moans from both of you filled the room as you rocked yourself along Javi’s hardening cock until the desperation was too much for both of you.

“Fuck,” Javi hissed as the warmth spread across his whole body. 

You bit your lip as you lined yourself up with the tip of his cock and slowly sank down. A loud moan escaped your lips as he cock pushed into you, stretching you out so wonderfully. Both you and Javi let out a string of curses as his cock filled you more and more until your hips met his.

“Shit, Javi,” you breathed, “Fuck…”

“You feel so good, querida,” Javi groaned as he trailed his hands up your sides and pulled you forward for another kiss.

Slowly, you rocked yourself along Javi’s body, his cock hitting that sweet spot deep inside you while his tongue tangled with yours. Javi’s arms stayed wrapped around you, too afraid to even loosen his grip on you while you rode him harder. 

“I am never letting you go querida,” Javi mumbled as your warmth engulfed him over and over again as you bounced on his cock, “I promise, I will never let anything happen to you,” he whispered in your ear.

“Javi… Fuck,” you moaned against his lips, “I’ve thought about this for so long…”

“So have I,” Javi grunted your name, “Fuck… Let me feel you cum, querida.”

You let out a loud moan as your clit rubbed against Javi’s hips and his cock hit spots so deep inside you that you saw stars. You held onto his shoulders as you rode him harder and faster, desperately chasing your climax. Mumbled words of praise spilled from Javi’s lips as his own orgasm wasn’t far behind.

Together, you and Javi came at the same time. Your bodies trembled against the other as you clung desperately while you rode out your climaxes. Loud moans and groans filled the room and skin slapped against skin until you lost all your strength and collapsed down on top of him.

Javi kept his arms around you as he rolled you over onto your side, slipping out of you in the process. You shivered as you felt a sudden emptiness without Javi’s cock inside you and you let out a soft whimper.

“I’ve got you, querida,” Javi whispered as he guided your head to rest on his chest.

You sighed contently as you felt his pounding heart against your body, “I know you do,” you murmured.

Together, the two of you laid in a comfortable silence for some time. Javi tenderly stroked your back, and if it weren’t for your racing thoughts, you would have easily fallen asleep safe in his arms. But, between the attack and the heated confession, you had too much weighing on you.

“What happens now, Javi?” you asked, breaking the silence.

Javi let out a deep breath, “We have to hope the Russians did not get in touch with anyone else,” he sounded bitter, “But we have to assume that there will be others who will try to use you to hurt me,” he paused as he kissed the top of your head, “Do not worry, querida, I will never allow that to happen.”

You shifted yourself to look into his eyes, “I know you won’t,” you sounded confident, “I trust you, Javi.”

He smiled softly at you as he cupped your chin and pulled you in for a soft and tender kiss, “No matter what, you will be safe with me.”

It was a promise, not only to you, but to himself. Javi had never cared about anyone the way he cared about you. No matter what the future held, there was one thing Javi was certain of: he would keep you close and keep you safe. But, the future could wait until morning. For now, Javi just wanted to enjoy this moment here in his bed with you in his arms. 

[valentine-cafe]

zhao haitao, rishima singhania, alessio arias dating a very innocent and airheaded female S/O who loves them very much and is very clingy and is happy to be in a relationship with them

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˖ ࣪ ଓ alessio absolutely loves you. he adores the way you tilt your head at him and smile your sweet, silly smile. how you ask the most random of questions that have him puzzled, how you skip over to him when you see him in one of the hallways of uni. he can never not look at you with such a light in his eyes whenever he sees you, you’re just too adorable to him.

˖ ࣪ ଓ it’s the punk goth boyfriend x preppy pretty girlfriend ommgggg your aesthetics contrast one another so perfectly and he loves it<3

˖ ࣪ ଓ oh he spoils you rotten. anything to see that smile on your face and have you excitedly kiss him all over as a thank you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he doesn’t mind how clingy you are as it makes his own clinginess feel validated. not to mention, he gets a high when you’re just all over him at any times of the day. he returns the favour tenfold. you two are always holding hands, snuggling, or having your arms wrapped around one another.

˖ ࣪ ଓ your innocence was another thing that he found amusing. one of his favourite pass-times was flirting with you pre-dating. it was always so fun seeing the way that your face would light up when you realised what he was insinuating or how you’d hide your face and try to turn away into your locker. even still, his flirting knows no bounds. whenever you get shy and start whining at him, he merely squeezes your waist while you bury your face into him, allowing him to press some kisses up your neck and chuckle at your little squeals.

“hmm, you embarrassed querida? awww I know, I knooowww, I’m such a mean bastard huh? heh.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times, alessio can match you in airheaded-ness. your group of friends always joke about how the two of you are perfect for each other. for as smart as alessio is, he can at times be such a dumbass. there have been occasions where you’ve said something so so silly - only to have him reply with something even sillier. the both of you silently stare at each other before bursting out into a series of chuckles and giggles.

˖ ࣪ ଓ gives you the biggest cheek smooches whenever you get something wrong or say something silly and feel a bit flustered because of it.

˖ ࣪ ଓ when you excitedly call out for him in the uni halls and trot over to him, best believe that the mercenary is dropping everything to spin around and scoop you up into his arms, peppering kisses all over your face, making you squeal and try to push him away playfully — which of course he doesn’t allow. snatching your smaller hands in his and giving them a squeeze as he continues his kiss attack

˖ ࣪ ଓ the way that you are simply so in-love with him; at times you end up flustering him when he turns to you at times and finds you already staring back at him, your eyes full of awe and a small lovestruck smile on your face. it’s grounds for having him actually blush on his face rather than his ears. squishes your face and calls you his pretty, precious girl.

“ayy pretty, pretty girl. yes, yes you are. I’ll here none of it. my best girl, mi preciosa.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ expect him to be very protective over you. he doesn’t want anyone taking advantage of you, not with your innocence and sweetness. he really embodies the doberman boyfriend should he sense something that feels off with someone you’re talking to. makes sure to loom behind you and glare the person down, watching in satisfaction as they scamper off. yet the moment you turn around to look at him after glancing around in confusion, he’s immediately smiling so that you don’t have the chance to catch his previously intimidating look. cups your face and presses a few kisses to your lips in the process.

“hey there mi amor. . . hmm? what I’m doing here? well I’m here to see my pretty girl of course — wanna go grab a milkshake?”

˖ ࣪ ଓ loves you so so much and wouldn’t trade you in for the world.

  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂

˖ ࣪ ଓ one would think that someone of the scientist’s nature would grow irritated with having such a significant other, but they would be sorely wrong. while she might not show it to the common eye, rishima absolutely adores having you as her girlfriend. it’s so relieving to be around you since you’re the exact opposite of her.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sunshine x grumpy hellloooo you’re both perfect for each other. your little smiles and gleams in comparison to her blank, often intimidating looks? y’all are so gay.

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times she forgets that she has to simplify some things that she says when it comes to her work. she will go on a whole tangent telling you about her recent project, only to look over and find you looking at her with the most lost smile. she always sighs, strokes your cheek with her thumb and presses a soft kiss to your lips.

“you didn’t understand a thing I just said did you? well that’s alright, doll. I’m glad you like my voice.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ alternatively, cannot get enough of your voice. loves when you start rambling to her about anything and everything. she silently listens, staring at you with so much love in her magenta eyes. love that will be inconceivable should one not know rishima enough.

˖ ࣪ ଓ she takes pride in teaching you new things. even if you may not always understand. it brings her happiness when she sees the way that your eyes light up when you understand something and how you do excited little wiggles. it makes her heart flutter. she is always so patient with you despite her reputation contradicting such.

˖ ࣪ ଓ at times she forgets about how innocent you are and might say things bluntly, as it is her nature. she always gets a bit confused when you gasp and place a hand over your mouth, only for her to quickly realise. she can never stop herself from chuckling and reaching over to press her red lips to the side of your head. if you catch her in the right mood, she might even tease you a bit for it.

˖ ࣪ ଓ admittedly your clinginess took some getting used to. she is a very busy person given her line of work and sometimes she feels bad when she cannot give you all of the attention that you want and deserve. she always makes sure to make up for it in any way that you can. whether that be taking you out on various dates whenever she gets some time on her hands or snuggling up to you whenever she gets home late. during the latter, should you wake up, she typically offers you to have some warm drinks in the kitchen with her, all while she strokes at your sides and presses kisses along your shoulders.

“evening doll. . . mm, yeah, got back a bit late. want some hot chocolate? yeah? come along then sweetheart. . . let me hear about your day.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes you surprise rishima with how much you really love her. as someone who battles with a lot of insecurities, she sometimes feels undeserving of your love. but when you look at her with such adoration, she actually feels human. you make her feel alive.

˖ ࣪ ଓ have mercy on those that use your kindness and airheadedness against you. rishima has made it abundantly clear that she is not afraid to throw people down either physically or with her words should they get a bit too comfortable with you. she tends to get a bit more protective than you realise. even going as far as threatening to ruin people’s lives behind your back should they so much as make you cry.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes you make her lose braincells with the things you say. once you started debating why people find it normal to drink milk from animals but not humans — it’s times like these where she kisses you to distract you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ to combat your clingliness and her busy schedule, at times, she allows you to sit with her while she’s doing research work. allows you to sit all pretty in her lap or on her desk should she need to use her equipment. has your hand in one of hers while she continues on with her work.

˖ ࣪ ଓ wishes she could give you the world honestly. you’re so precious to her and while her typical expressions might not show it — she’s absolutely smitten for you.

  ˗ˏˋ꒰ 🧁 ꒱ 𝒛𝒉𝒂𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒐

˖ ࣪ ଓ he would adore his bimbo girlfriend with his entire being — no quite literally. even the symbiote bound to him cannot get his hands or mind off of you. fighting with haitao on the daily to be the one in control for a bit just so he can see you and play around with you and listen to your giggles as he plays with your hair and tickles your body. all to hear those lovely laughs you allow to pass through your body — all to see that big smile and those shining eyes pointed in his direction and his direction only.

˖ ࣪ ଓ tired grumpy x energetic sunshine trope — and you know what, it’s perfect, because you bring this reaper man back to life within seconds with just one flash of a smile or look from you.

˖ ࣪ ଓ if there is something that he can never get enough of, it is watching your smiles and happy expressions turn confused within seconds when he begins explaining his work plans to you. and when you bite your lip while smiling in slight embarrassment for not being able to understand any of what he told you, he can only ever feel a rush of excitement go through him, as he gets to squish your face and reassure you that he should’ve explained it in a different way. and he does indeed always end up explaining it to you all over again, this time in a less complicated way than the last, so that he can see the way your face shifts between confusion and interest.

˖ ࣪ ଓ clingy? you think you can out-cling this man? he has lost way too much in his life to let go of you, so your clinginess is absolute heaven to both famine and him. you two ( three ) can easily make people sick from sight of the physical closeness you have with each other. you send this man to the stratosphere when you initiate physical affection and draw him to do the same to you. your touch is intoxicating to him. whenever he has to go work, you’ll both be weeping and whining about not wanting to.

“I don’t want to go either baobei — I knoooooow, I know. . . hhhhh I know. come here let me kiss the departure away. yeah? you’d like that wouldn’t you. I certainly would. pretty pretty pretty, beautiful girl.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ one thing he can worry about sometimes is your air-headedness. he loves you so very much and he knows that despite everything, you are very capable and can speak up for yourself. . . sometimes — and then other times, when he watches you run into danger without any care whatsoever, that precious smile covering your lips, he can get a little worried for you. oftentimes ends up being the one dragging you away from any potential danger or conflict so you don’t get yourself hurt on accident. he finds your air-headedness as amusing as he finds it concerning. he can’t say much though can he? not when he’s got famine bound to him.

“baobei. . . I know that you uh. wanna help but — I can do just fine, please just stay here because I don’t want you to get hurt, yeah? yeah that’s it. good girl.”

˖ ࣪ ଓ your innocence to him is quite amusing. he enjoys it whenever you spew out words and don’t always catch onto what they mean at first, until you then do the moment you notice the lift of his eyebrow and the smirk that his usually poker-faced expression shifts into. he especially loves to watch your entire face heat up and go deep red whenever he pins you up against any nearby wall and whispers small flirting compliments into your ears, while leaving subtle touches around your body to leave that lingering feeling of a hand on your waist, hips, thighs or ribs. all so that he can hear you whining out his name. hiding your face in the corner of his shoulder. which he never allows you to do for long, pulling away your face from his shoulder so that he can place deep kisses against your lips, barely allowing you have your oxygen.

˖ ࣪ ଓ he gets all giddy whenever you run up to him to tell him about something new you learned that you read or heard about from your mutuals and friends — even if he already knows what you’re talking about, he will listen intently and look at you like you are his entire world. because you are.

˖ ࣪ ଓ sometimes allows famine to wrap himself around you while you’re already hugging onto haitao. so it’s a nice little symbiotic hug.

“famine thinks. that you are never leaving. famine won’t let you.”

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my number one || carlos sainz 55

type: one shot pairing: carlos sainz x reader count: 1.7k summary: Carlos' first win! requested: no! Requests are OPEN!!! warnings: none notes: A quick extra story for our man. Dedicated to his first win this weekend in Silverstone. Smoooooth operator! Also, side note, I literally wrote this in less than an hour, so please bare with me if there are any mistakes. Not proofread! because I wanted to post it straight away!

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Getting a podium in Formula One, one of the most amazing feelings in the world, standing on that elevation, looking over at the crowd in front of you. The trophy. The champaign. It was all quite familiar for the Spanish driver, Carlos Sainz junior. He knew how to pop the champaign, or how to lift that trophy up in the air. But he only knew how to do it on the lowest or middle elevation, since his first win still had to happen, somewhere.

‘’Buenos días, querida.’’ Carlos moved to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, your eyes slowly opening, but closing immediately as a reaction of the bright sun invading the room, your shared room.

‘’Goodmorning, Carlos.’’ You replied, a smile on your lips as you felt his soft lips on yours. You kissed him back, something that had become a ritual every race morning. Your hand moved up, it finding its way into his soft, thick, hair, your fingers gliding through his fresh coupe easily.

‘’Are you ready to win your first Grand Prix?’’ You whispered in between the kisses, a smile appearing on your boyfriends face almost immediately. Yesterday he had managed to score his first ever pole position, an amazing result in the rain, and you were there to cheer him on.

‘’I am, watch me be the smoothest operator and win this race.’’ His words sounded like music in your ears, the smile you had on your lips grew even bigger after you heard what he said. You loved his confidence, his happy moments, because it was contagious. Whenever he smiled on the camera, or even when it was just the two of you in the room, you couldn’t help but join him in his actions. And neither could the people around him.

He was probably the guy with the highest favor factor out there, people seeing him on podiums almost every race this season, but not once had he managed to squeeze a win out of those podiums. A second position wasn’t a surprise anymore, and he was on the hunt, on the hunt for that one win, the first one, and boy was he ready to fight for that, here, in Silverstone.

You got into the car after you had breakfast alongside Carlos and many other Ferrari workers, them joking around, being all calm and relaxed. You knew the drill though, they would be calm now, but stress would hit them up once they stepped foot into the garage, being full on focus mode, wanting everything to go smoothly and perfect. That’s one of the reasons Carlos loved racing at Ferrari, the goofiness and jokes off track, but the serious business on track.

His hand moved towards your knee, his other hand on the wheel, driving the two of you to the track in the Ferrari Carlos was able to drive here in England. You had gotten used to it by now, the fancy cars, the high speed cars, the paddock, it all was familiar to you. But that was different when you started dating the Spaniard 4 years ago.

‘’Te quiero, y/n.’’ Carlos’ hand squeezed your knee gently, his gaze shooting from the road in front of you, to you, and back to the road again. Your hand reached down to his, intertwining your fingers as you started to play with his, something you liked to do.

‘’I love you too, baby, I really do.’’ You whispered, pressing a kiss to the palm of his hand after you rose it up to your mouth. ‘’And I want you to know that I am proud of you, so proud, no matter the outcome of today.’’ You wanted to comfort him, because you needed him to know you were proud, no matter what.

-

The race restart, second start of today, since the race got red flagged after Guanyu Zhou’s horrifying crash, as well as Alexander Albon, who had hit the wall quite harshly as well. Thankfully, all drivers involved in the accident were okay, meaning the race was about to resume.

You were nervous, after seeing that accident, you just prayed everything would go well, and no more crashes or dangerous situations would have to happen. You were standing in the garage, the red and black headphones covering your ears so you wouldn’t get hearing issues since those cars were loud, really loud.

The start went good, after some defending on Carlos’ side, attacks on Max Verstappen’s side and incredible driving from Charles Leclerc, your boyfriend managed to hold onto that first position, and you were proud, so proud.

A few laps in, and Carlos made a mistake, causing him to go off track, and you felt your heartbeat quicken as you prayed he wouldn’t crash, and he didn’t, thankfully. He regained his position on track, safely, but Max overtook him with ease, something you knew Carlos wasn’t happy with.

It was hectic, but exciting. You felt the camera’s surrounding you multiple times, people wanting to see Carlos Sainz girlfriend, cheering for him in the bright red Ferrari garage. And they got what they wanted, because you were indeed cheering him on, clapping once he made a move on Lando Norris, gasping whenever he and Lewis Hamilton were a little too close for comfort.

Another yellow flag caused your heart to work overtime, the Alpine of Esteban Ocon being the reason for the bright coloured flag.

Box, box, we box box this lap.

2.6 seconds, a good stop, a perfect stop, because he was in front of Lewis Hamilton, on fresh tyres.

Your hand reached for Charlotte’s, squeezing it, causing the Monagasque woman to giggle. ‘’You don’t have to break my hand, you know?’’ She smiled at you, making you loosen the grip on her hand a little bit, not too much. ‘’Come on Carlos, vamos neno.’’ You whispered to yourself, picking up on some Spanish phrases Carlos blurted out whenever he was with you.

‘Wauw! Wauw wauw wauw wauw! Vamos! Good job!’

‘We did it. YES! We did it! YES!!! Vamos!’

‘Bravo Carlos. Bellisimo!’

‘Hamilton took the fastest lap, one thirty point five.’

‘Yeah, I don’t care, he can have that, I don’t care.’

You laughed, now being able to hear the team radio, after seeing your boyfriend take his first ever win, and god were you proud.

‘Recharge on please, recharge on.’

‘Copy.’

‘Well done Carlos, and thank you.’

‘No, thank you, thank you and the team of course. My first win in Formula One, here, in Silverstone, and with Ferrari, it is… it is amazing, thank you guys!’

You ran, and so did he. He had been in the team group hug already, his helmet removed from his head and the first thing he did after that was search for you in the crowd. Once he found you, he made his way towards you, your arms already spread to embrace your boyfriend in this well deserved hug.

‘’I am so fucking proud of you! You won!’’ You yelled in his ear, hoping he’d hear anything because of the crowd, the team and the music around you. But he heard, because he had the biggest smile on his face as he pulled away from the hug.

‘’Gracias querida.’’ He said, his hands cupping your cheeks as he pulled you closer to him, his lips smashing on yours, kissing you sweetly, because he was more than happy to have you here on his side, supporting him every second of every day.

After the podium ceremony, of which you took more pictures than your phone could bare, you made your way to the Ferrari motorhome and hospitality, walking from the pitlane to the paddock, waiting for your boyfriend in his room.

‘’Carlos!’’ You squealed, rushing towards your boyfriend once he opened the door, the bottle of water in his left hand, his cap on his head. You hugged him, even tighter than before, and pressed kisses to his cheek.

‘’You have no idea how proud I am of you right now.’’ You smiled through the tears, feeling Carlos move to the side a little so he could place the bottle on the table, his arms quickly finding its way back around your body.

‘’Thank you, baby, thank you so much for supporting me.’’ You cupped his cheeks after his words, rubbing them with your thumbs as you let out a emotional giggle. ‘’Of course, babe, you don’t need to thank me, you know that.’’ You whispered, receiving a low chuckle from the race winner, before feeling his soft lips against your own.

Your hands found their way up to his hair again, but a frown appeared on your face as you felt the fabric of the black number one hat instead. You grabbed the hat, removing it from his head, only to place it on your own once you separated from the kiss. Carlos smiled, biting his lip as he looked at you, that contagious smile making its way up on his face.

‘’You are my number one, baby.’’ You smiled, pointing towards the hat which was now on your head, Carlos laughing at your silly comment, your silly actions, which he loved more than ever. He grabbed the hat, turning it around and placing it backwards on your head again, pulling your body closer along the way as his lips met yours again.

‘’And you are mine…’’

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A Oneshot I Wrote in Youtube

(first post here lol) (I literally will just copy paste it lol)

POV. Camillo has a crush on you Camillo x reader

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You sat next to Dolores on the bridge, recounting a funny story. Dolores was nice and funny. She knew everything about everyone and had a lot of good stories to tell because of her gift. She was also chatty and the two of you had hit it off the moment you had your first interaction with each other. You both laughed out loud at your story.

"Hola Y/n, Dolores!" Mirabel greeted as she approached the two.

"Hola, Mirabel!" You greeted cheerfully, smiling happily at her.

"What were you two talking about?" she asked curiously as she stopped momentarily to chat with the two of you, dropping the basket of food beside her gently and settling down next to you.

"Y/n was just telling me about that time when..." As Dolores went on to recount the story to Mirabel, your eye caught that of the figure who was slowly walking to where the three of you sat.

Camilo Madrigal, Dolores' younger brother. You'd seen him around town a lot and had more interactions with him because of your frequent visits to La Casita. He seemed sweet, if not a little mischievous which you thought was quite amusing and charming. 

However, you weren't really sure whether he liked you or not because he always ran away midconvo. It would remind you of how Dolores also had a tendency to run away whenever she had spilled a secret that wasn't hers to tell by accident. 

It was amusing the first few times, but then it just slowly got worrisome because you wanted to get along with Camilo not just because he was Dolores' brother, but because you were genuinely curious about him.

As he slowly approached your group, his eye caught yours and he quickly looked away and tried passing through faster.

'Wow, he must really hate me huh,' you thought to yourself sadly.

"Camilo! You heading back to La Casita too?" Dolores asked, catching her brother.

"Oh! Uh yeah!" he replied nervously, something completely unlike him.

"Finished entertaining the kids?" you teased lightheartedly. An attempt to lessen the tension on his shoulders which had somehow worked.

"Guess so," he chuckled slightly.

"What were you playing? Wait no, let me guess; hide and seek?" You asked with another teasing grin, standing up and slowly walking to him. Your smile was infectious, it made Camillo smile too.

"Yeah, how'd you guess?" he asked curiously. You giggled before approaching him and taking a leaf that was stuck on his hair out, oblivious to how flustered he got from how close you were.

You waved the leaf on your hand as you looked at him with a smirk, your eyes on his making him more flustered.

"Mirabel, Abuela is looking for you," Dolores informed Mirabel, hearing their Abuela calling out for the girl all the way from La Casita. This comment had seemed to burst the bubble the you and Camilo found yourselves in, but you didn't step away and neither did he. You merely looked back at the two girls curiously.

"Oh yeah! I have to go, adios!" Mirabel said as she rushed to get the basket on her hands and back to La Casita.

"Huh, you going to stay pequeño alborotador?" Y/n asked Camilo, turning back to him with a small and gentle smile, tilting you head a little to the side as you looked at him curiously.

Camillo froze for a second before taking a step back and away from you before running away, calling out an adios on his way. You watched him with a strange look, curios on what you had done wrong that caused such a strong reaction from the boy. 

It made you a little sad because almost every time you talked, it would abruptly end and because of that you never had a proper conversation with him. 

"Is it just me or does your brother hate me?" You asked Dolores curiously and a little anxiously which promptly made the older girl burst into a fit of laughter, leaving you more confused than before.

"Oh mi querida amiga, Camillo doesn't hate you, he likes you!" Dolores giggled, but squeaked once she realized that she had accidentally spilled the beans.

"But don't tell him I told you! Hm," Dolores squeaked out before promptly standing up and leaving you to try and comprehend what exactly did she just say.

"He-He likes me?" You whispered under your breath, trying to reaffirm it by saying out loud. Unconsciously, a smile rose to your lips and your cheeks slowly started to tint pink. You looked up and only then realized that Dolores was gone, making you groan.

"Urgh, what is up with you Madrigals always running away from me?!" you groaned before burying your face in your hands.

Later, as you lay in bed, your thoughts had filled with Camillo. 'He likes me...' you thought to yourself wistfully. As you pondered more about Camillo, you realized now that he always did talk in a funny way around you, a few pitches higher and sometimes he would say very sweet things, things you only realized now were flirty. 

He seemed more nervous around you, and there was even one time that he had accidentally shifted forms in the middle of a conversation (he ran away after shifting back). Camillo was a sweet and funny boy from what you could see. He was a little bit of a troublemaker, but you found that it made him more charming.

As slumber slowly consumed you, your last thought was that you would talk to Camillo and have an actual conversation with him. No, you weren't going to mention his little crush on you (goodness knows, you'd be mortified if the roles were switched and he brought that up). You wanted to have an actual conversation with Camillo first before deciding on anything because as sweet at Camillo was, you wouldn't go for someone who you couldn't vibe with.

Part 2

You were walking to La Casita with your brain filled with possible conversation starters for a conversation with Camilo. It was strange for you to feel nervous and want to plan out everything so it would go well, but then again you also found it strange that someone as amazing as Camilo would be interested in you. Being consumed with your thoughts, you didn't notice that you had already arrived at your destination. 

"Hola, how are you? Did you do your chores already? Wait no- I sound like his mom," you whispered under your breathe, shaking your head 'no' before practicing another conversation starter.

"Hola, what's your name- no, that's dumb we already know each other," you tried out, slowly crossing out half the things you thought of saying. You were about to look up at the sky in frustration when you noticed the figure approaching you. It was Camilo.

You fiddled with your fingers nervously, your brain deciding to go with prompt 32; the weather's nice today.

Camilo stopped and stood in front of you, a hand at the nape of his neck as you both looked at anywhere else but each other nervously. 

Just when the awkwardness started overwhelming either of you, Camilo opened his mouth to say something the same time you did which caused the words to die in both your throats and the two of you to look at each other in anticipation for what the other was about to say only to realize that the other was thinking along the same line and promptly laughing at the silliness of the encounter.

After your laughters died down, you smiled at him, feeling at ease and deciding to just lead the conversation.

"Hola, Camilo! The weather-" you were caught off by Camilo suddenly blurting out the line you've been thinking of the moment Dolores had uttered it the day before.

"I like you."

Well so much for 106 conversation starters.

"I uhh," you had absolutely no idea what to say, he skipped over 6 steps you had made in your brain and you were now thrown in a loop.

With a face as red as a tomato he started rambling, "Oh dios, Did I... Did I say that out loud?"

A blush bloomed in your face as you nodded shyly. Out of embarrassment, he hid his face behind his hands as it shifted into multiple colors (something you had absolute no idea could happen, but had reminded you of a chameleon) and faces, you could have sworn he had accidentally shifted into a baby with a mustache at one second.

You coughed your awkwardness away and put a hand on his shoulder in an attempt to calm him and ease his nerves. "Ahem, it's uhh, okay..." You said, cringing at how your voice cracked.

He lifted his face from his hands and looked at you, face a concerning red but eyes filled with hope and... something.

Slowly, he straightened his back and put a hand to the nape of his neck, still clearly flustered and embarassed  by his sudden confession.

"I uhh... I didn't mean for that too just come out like that, haha," he said, trying to ease the tension between you two with humor. You giggled, before nodding with an 'I know'.

"But I meant what I said... You know..." he mumbled as he twiddled with his hands nervously. You looked at him fondly, he was so adorable sometimes.

"I just... Mis primas y hermana told me that I had to let my feelings be known sooner or later before you misunderstood stuff..." he continued.

A little too late but you didn't dare mention that. Instead, you tipped his head up to face you and smiled softly at him as you tilted your head to the side, looking at him like an owl.

"Oh pequeño alborotador,  I appreciate your feelings and genuinely think you're amazing..." you started, trying your best to formulate your sentences in a way that it wouldn't hurt him too much.

His expression dropped at your words, "there's going to be a but scenario isn't there," he said dejectedly, his head dropping once more. 

"But, I just don't know you well enough yet," you finished, hand still on his shoulder.

"Don't look so dejected alborotador. Feelings like fondness and attraction aren't things that just pop out of nowhere. They grow with time. But in the meantime, why don't we just start off as friends first and see where it takes us from there? Who knows, maybe you'll realize your feelings are just platonic along the way," you said softly with a shrug. 

"They aren't," he stated with so much certainty that it threw you off for a moment before you smiled at him and booped his nose, "we'll see. But for now, let's just start with being friends."

Camilo looked at you with admiration as he nodded happily at your invitation to being friends.

And friends you were... for a while.

It had been 4 weeks when you first noticed it. How your eyes would always drift to wherever Camilo was when you were in the same room. How you always looked for him in a crowded room. It was strange but you coughed it up as coincidence. 

Then he became the only thing you talked about. Dolores was the one who pointed it out with a giggle. How you seemed to start noticing him more and noticing more things about him. Like how his freckles reminded you of the stars, how he almost always never buttons his collar properly, how his eyes would light up whenever he makes people smile, like he was genuinely happy to make others happy. But most of all, how he had that one smile that he only reserved for you. Yup, all just coincidences, you would assure yourself.

But what really made you realize your feelings was on a normal sunny day in Encanto. You were reading a book by the fountain to pass the time when you heard his familiar boisterous laugh. You looked up from your book and watched with a smile as he played with the other kids, shifting into other people to make them laugh.

Your heart soared at the sight and your eyes widened as you realized that maybe... Just maybe... All those things weren't coincidences.

As you came to that realization, Camilo saw you looking and offered you one of his sunshine smiles, but this was the one he would only reserve for you.

Badum. Badum

All the blood in your body seemed to have decided to rise up to your face because you felt the heat rise up your face. You raised a hand to your cheek and felt just how hot it was, you quickly closed your book and ran home.

You had absolutely no idea why you ran away considering the fact that Camilo had already told you he liked you. Heck, he makes it a point to always update you that his feelings hadn't changed every 3 days.

Yet the realization had caused you to feel incredibly shy and weirdly terrified. The thought of seeing him later, of talking to him both excited and terrified you greatly. You were filled with anxiety the whole time you hid at home. 

Both of you had plans to meet each other later at La Casita where Isabella's birthday party would be held, but now you weren't sure if you could even face him without getting shy and awkward.

Dios mio, was this what Camilo felt when he realized he liked you? If so then you couldn't blame him for always running away. 

The time of the birthday celebration could not have come sooner and you were somehow able to make yourself look presentable all while worrying about your feelings as though it were the apocalypse.

Honestly, was this really romance or despair? You couldn't tell, you were nervous and unsure of how to act now. Unsure on what to do if he came near, what if you ran away? You would never be able to live that down *ever*.

Exasperatedly, you sighed, pushing these thoughts at the back of your head and just crossing that bridge when you got to it.

You looked your best tonight, and you smiled as you and your family and friends made your way to La Casita for the celebration. You brought a small parodia in a pot as a gift for the girl, wanting to contrast all the other flowery gifts people brought with them.

Somehow, by some miracle, you and Camilo had not crossed paths on your way inside the Madrigal house which both relieved and disappointed you greatly.

You stood to the side and observed the event after giving your gift to Isa who smiled at you in a way that seemed more genuine and grateful. You tried your best to look content when in reality your eyes were searching for a certain Madrigal that you had yet to see in the party. 

A hand wrapped itself around your wrist and you turned you head in time to find Camilo who had a happy grin on his face. He dragged you around Casita until you both found yourselves standing on the rooftop. 

Camilo sat down and you followed, sitting next to him. Your heart was beating our of your chest yet somehow you felt at ease in his presence.

'Dios mio, I have it bad,' you thought to yourself as you looked at him in admiration. The same way he would look at you.

"This is the best spot to watch the fireworks," he told you, breaking the silence between you two.

"And the stars," you pointed out, earning a grin and nod from him.

"I still like you. The same way I had before, it didn't change, it's not platonic," he told you as he looked at you in the eye. 

It was almost unfair how good he had gotten at confessing his feelings for you.

Unlike all the other times where you'd just smile at him and pat the back of his hand affectionately, this time you found yourself frozen and speechless. Warmth spread across your cheeks and he seemed to have noticed that your reaction was different this time too, making him slightly nervous.

"Y/n?" he asked, looking at you with concern.

"I like you too," you confessed, distracted by his hazel-green eyes that shined more than usual, he freckles that you so loved. Distracted by him.

A blush painted his cheeks and only then did you realize what you had said.

"I-I mean-!" You were cut off by him taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it affectionately.

"I've waited so long to hear those words from you, cariño mío," he whispered, holding your hand in his. You got more flustered by his actions and instinctively turned the other way to hide the blush that was now painting your cheeks.

"I know," you squeaked out. 

Fireworks erupted and the both of you watched the firework show together, hands clasped around each other. Both your palms were sweaty, but neither of you minded, it was the thought that counted the most.

Translations:

pequeño alborotador - little troublemaker Oh mi querida amiga - oh my dear friend Mis primas y hermana - my cousins and sister cariño mío - my dear

[ariadnelives]

Chapter 20 — Eve Of Destruction

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“How do you think Pete is handling things?” Ariadne asked, tinkering with the metal frame she'd spent the entire day fine-tuning.

Spacebreather was taken aback by this question. “Who the hell is Pete?”

“You know, Baltimore and Beam's little buddy. The convenience store clerk,” Ariadne explained, “skinny white boy, brought all those sodas to the wedding.”

“I haven't thought about that man in seven years,” Pilar said, “and the last time I thought about him, I was just like 'oh good, mixers for the bar.' I didn't realize we had, like, an ongoing relationship with the soda delivery man. Why did he jump into your mind just now?!”

“I told Father Y to make contact with him once the bio-domes had been transported,” Ariadne said, “so he can, like, liaise between the Oort and the Martians.”

“Big job, but I'm sure he wouldn't have agreed to it if he wasn't up to the task.”

Ariadne briefly stopped tinkering, sat there a moment, and started again.

“Yeah! He… definitely wouldn't have… agreed to something he couldn't handle,” she replied.

Ariadne hunched down and got to work tightening a bolt that didn't need tightening.

“Ari?” Pilar asked.

“Yes querida?”

“You did tell Pete you were sending Father Y to his house, right?”

“Oh, who remembers?” Ariadne asked, “It's been a busy day. We're going to war tomorrow, I've had to coordinate the mass-production of thousands of these things with Upendo and Santiago. Who can really say if I remembered to call the soda delivery man?”

“Uprising is staying home for the battle, right?” Pilar asked.

“Of course. Essential personnel only. No more Janes,” Ariadne said.

“Great. I'm gonna leave her with the task of sending Pete an apology basket if we die,” Pilar explained, and added pointedly, “and since I'm setting her to a task, I'm going to tell her about it.”

“Do you think this plan is insane?” Ariadne asked.

“Course I do,” Pilar shrugged, “but it'll work. It's you doing it.”

“I appreciate how you always have more confidence in me than I do,” Ariadne said. “But… I worry, like, the Nameless is a telepath. The only people who know the whole plan are in our inner circle, but we're also the only people whose minds she'll definitely look in for it. We've been at this for months now, don't you think we should've spent some of that time developing a way to block her telep–”

Ariadne was suddenly struck with a splitting headache. This had been happening more and more often lately, whenever she fixated on her anxieties about being unprotected against the Nameless' powers. When she tried to interrogate the connection between the anxieties and the headaches, her mind simply went foggy, and she forgot what she was thinking about. She knew it probably wasn't wise, but pushing it out of mind was the only thing that worked on the headaches, so that's what she did.

Pilar suddenly looked very serious. “What was that thought, Querida?”

“Nothing, don't worry about it,” Ariadne explained. “You think Upendo and Santiago are holding up their end?”

“You gave them the schematics and told them where to put these things,” Spacebreahter explained. “Now it's up to them to get the soldiers through them.”

The metal frame standing before them was Ariadne and Alicia's collaborative masterwork. While traditional teleportation jumps required precise calculations, and a software handshake between the launchpad and receiving pad. Alicia had, years earlier, developed a technique to safely teleport without a receiving pad, which had become central to Ariadne's ability to move through the system undetected, and required use of a stasis field to keep teleported objects from being atomized on arrival.

The device they'd constructed was quite a bit cleaner and less complex than a teleporter. Using the quantum shift generators recovered from Dr. Simon's life centers, Ariadne had constructed gateways about the size and shape of a refrigerator. Each gate was linked to a partner, and anything standing within the bounds of a gate would have all of its particles held in a state of quantum superposition, existing in two places at once, until the occupant left the gate. The quantum shift generators activated whenever an object passed through, and ensured that the object would never emerge from the same gate it entered. Since each gate had only a single partner, this meant reliable instantaneous site-to-site transport.

It was inspired, years earlier, by an associate of La Pesadilla that Ariadne and Pilar had nicknamed Galaxy-Sweater, who had once idly said of the quantum-shift generators, “would've made a great public transit system if there was some way to predict which storefront you'd come out of.”

Galaxy-Sweater had not expected Ariadne to take this as a challenge.

Alicia called the device the Teleportal. Ariadne insisted they could do better, but had, much to her chagrin, failed to do so before they had to deliver hundreds of the things to Upendo and Santiago, in order to covertly transport Earth's ground forces to the surface of Mars.

“We'll know how they did for sure when we get there,” Ariadne said. “If there aren't a hundred thousand Earth marines in the bio-dome with us, we'll know we're screwed.”

“This is going to work,” Pilar assured. “Peace is a smart woman. If she wasn't, she wouldn't be on our side. Plus, Sasha's stockpile provides us with enough serum for each suit of marine armor to auto-administer a dose upon fatal injury twice. That means we've basically got triple the number of troops.”

“I've been meaning to ask about that,” Ariadne said, “that much serum would've taken months to manufacture. When did Sasha have time to–”

Ariadne was struck with a headache again, and when it cleared away moments later, she'd forgotten her question.

“Querida?”

“I'm not worried about winning the battle,” Ariadne explained, composing herself, “the Rizzo army is a snake, so we provided a mongoose for it to fight while we get in position to cut off the head. I'm worried about that, though. It's not easy to face down your failures like that.”

“What failures?” Pilar asked.

“The Nameless,” Ariadne said. “I took her into our home. We trained her. Let her near our friends, our family, and she hurt them. Killed them. Damn near took over the whole goddamn system. We gave her so many chances, and look at what she's done with them. If I hadn't made the mistake of trusting her–”

“–Then she would've found somebody else to take advantage of,” Pilar interrupted. “The Nameless holds a grudge against you because you didn't have endless patience with her. Don't tell me you're beating yourself up for having too much patience.”

“I did, though,” Ariadne said. “I should've thrown her out straight away.”

“You mean like you did the second you found out what she did?” Pilar asked.

“I should've killed her for it,” Ariadne said, “but I'm not… strong like you. If I had just done what I needed to do, when it needed to be done, I'd–”

“Stop,” Pilar said, “I'm serious, cut it out. You look for the best in people and you give them the chance to bring it to the surface. It's your best quality, and I won't have you throwing dirt on your own name because of it.”

“Then why couldn't I do that with the Nameless?” Ariadne asked.

“You did bring out the best in her,” Pilar said, “she just happens to suck. Her best turned out to suck, just like her. It's admirable of you to look for a silver lining in every cloud, and finding a cloud that doesn't have one doesn't change that.”

“Look what happened, though,” Ariadne said, “because I kept looking for a silver lining where there was none.”

“You love Sweettalk, right?” Pilar asked.

“What?!” Ariadne replied.

“Sweettalk. Short girl. Never shuts up. Banging my sister, which I know because she never shuts up.” Pilar explained.

“Yes, I know who Sweettalk is,” Ariadne said, “of course I love her. Everybody does.”

“And you remember a few years back, when she stepped up to defend Sasha when I was being unreasonable?”

“Of course,” Ariadne said, “caring about Sasha is one of the fastest ways for anyone to earn my affection.”

“Well, I didn't love Sweettalk during all that,” Pilar explained. “I'd take a bullet for that girl now, but back then I thought she was a real piece of shit for trying to tell me what was best for my sister. I thought we were looking at a cloud with no silver lining. A rough with no diamond.”

Pilar laughed at the thought.

“Think about that,” Pilar continued. “Sweettalk. No diamond. Ridiculous, right? But I've always wished I was more like you, more patient and forgiving. So I decided to dig into her and look for that thing that made her worth loving, and nurturing, and trusting. I found it, and I wouldn't have, if I had made the call I usually make. And the truth is, I make that call all the time. You know what happens most of the time, when I decide there's no good in somebody? Or that if there is good in them, it's not worth bothering to find?”

“You… kill them?” Ariadne asked jokingly.

“Bingo,” Pilar said, not joking at all. “Now, I want you to close your eyes. And just imagine a world where things went a little different. Instead of me trying to do things your way, you did things my way. Killed the Nameless on the spot, the second somebody came forward with allegations against her… but also, back when I thought Sweettalk was an insubordinate little twerp, we shoved her out the airlock. Can you honestly say that world is better?”

“Obviously I'm glad you didn't kill Sweettalk,” Ariadne said.

“Me too,” Pilar said, “my point is, this thing you think of as a flaw that hurts people, it's the thing about you I truly admire. I wished I was more like that, and that's why Sweettalk is part of our family today. For her, aren't you glad you weren't more like me?”

“Yeah, but… for the Nameless… I definitely wish I'd been more like you.”

“And isn't that beautiful?” Pilar asked. “My love, that's why we found each other. When I needed to be more like you, I did something glorious, and let Sweettalk into my heart. And when you needed to be more like me… well, I look forward to seeing it play out tomorrow.”

“Well, I'm definitely having an effect,” Ariadne said, “remember when you were the cynic in the marriage?”

Pilar took two fingers, placed them on Ariadne's jaw, and tilted her head upwards from the teleportal, so they were looking directly into each other's eyes. “Try being married to you without finding something to believe in.”

Ariadne leaned upwards and gave her a kiss.

“Tomorrow, I return the favor,” Ariadne said. “I swear to you, her last days are upon us.”

Pilar smiled. “Attagirl.”

***

Vigil and Ghostrunner sat on a bench in the old Xiagu town square. Most of the residents had at least visited the station by now. Some had retrieved possessions and returned to their lodgings in Xiagu, others had resumed their residence on Ariadne's station.

“So she's only taking us?” Vigil asked.

“Essential personnel only,” Ghostrunner clarified. “Sasha and her apprentices will have their hands full. Sweettalk is Spacebreather's right hand, so she'll be right there in the thick of it. Then, of course, you and I have our stealth mission.”

“I'm still not comfortable with it,” Vigil said.

“You can stay here,” Ghostrunner said. “Nobody will be mad. Ariadne can figure something else out, no problem.”

“Not that,” Vigil said, “it's… your mission is incredibly dangerous. I don't understand why you need to do this, when I'm invisible to the enemy.”

“When I was a girl,” Ghostrunner explained, “my father told me: 'what's the difference between one idiot and two? At least two idiots have somebody to watch their back.'”

“So we're two idiots?” Vigil asked playfully.

“We can be,” Ghostrunner laughed. “But that's the problem with being the one who can dig themselves deeper than anybody else. If they're on their own and get in over their head, they don't have anybody who can dig down far enough to pull them back up. If you get captured, wouldn't you want someone with the skills to rescue you?”

“Not if it means putting you in danger,” Vigil said.

“Okay, let me rephrase,” Ghostrunner said. “I am going. I am doing this. If I get captured, won't you be glad there's somebody to rescue me?”

“A much more compelling argument,” Vigil said. She looked up at the large banner that Ariadne had hung in the town square.

“ESSENTIAL PERSONNEL ONLY,” it read, “NO MORE JANES.” Ariadne had explained to the crew that they would not be joining her on the battlefield, and had been armed to defend the homestead while the battle was underway, in case the Nameless' forces found their home. Many had asked her why they needed to defend their stronghold, if Blue's protection was enough to keep the Nameless from finding it. The real answer was that she needed an excuse to keep them from joining her in the line of fire. The answer she gave them was “what if she finds it anyway? Do you want to lose your home again, so soon after getting it back?” It helped that both answers were pretty good points.

Vigil's hand went to the drive holster on her thigh. “You know, I've been thinking a lot lately,” she said, “about this.”

“Ah, your 'twin.'” Ghostrunner said. “I'm sure Ariadne will be excited to build a body like yours for them.”

“They're not quite a twin,” Vigil said, “not yet. See, this thing doesn't have a processor. This is only a potential life. The cybernetic equivalent of a frozen viable embryo. Until it's switched on, it's just a hunk of metal.”

“Are you having second thoughts about activating it?” Ghostrunner asked.

“No,” Vigil said, “I know I have to activate it. But I think I have a responsibility for what to do with it.”

“A responsibility?” Ghostrunner asked.

“A debt,” Vigil said. “Someone died to create what's on this drive. To create me. The spark of life in me exists because someone else, someone I'll never know, had their spark extinguished. That's something I need to pay back.”

“You don't owe anything to anyone, Vigil,” Ghostrunner said. “You didn't ask to be made.”

“No,” Vigil said, “I didn't. But it doesn't change the fact that someone's ultimate sacrifice is why I'm here.”

“How exactly do you expect to fix that?” Ghostrunner asked. “What's done is done, and it was done before you were born. I know it hurts, but it's not like you can pay it back.”

“Of course I can't,” Vigil said. “I've made peace with that. I can't bring back the person who died to make me, I know that… but I've been carrying around the spark of life in my pocket. Can't I at least make it so the universe does more than break even on their sacrifice? Even if it's too late to give them a second chance, shouldn't someone get that second chance?”

“That's incredibly kind of you,” Ghostrunner said, suddenly understanding what she meant, “and practical at that. It means the drive can't fall into the wrong hands anymore. But you don't have to make that sacrifice. You deserve the sisterhood you've been seeking.”

Vigil looked at Ghostrunner. “I have it,” she said earnestly. “This crew has given me a home and a place to belong, and doing this will only add to that. This isn't a sacrifice. I have the power to do something for my sisters, to right a wrong.”

Ghostrunner raised her eyebrows. “So now you're doing it, not just considering it?” She smiled. “You should really take it to Cyan. If anybody can pull this off–”

“I…” Vigil began. “I did it three hours ago. Cyan thinks she can do it. I had to do this before we left, in case I didn't come back.”

She pulled up the edge of her cloak to reveal the empty holster the casket had once been contained within.

Ghostrunner was overcome. “This is…” she hesitated. “Vigil, this is the kindest thing I've ever seen anyone do.”

“It doesn't feel kind to me,” Vigil said, “it just feels like doing what's right.”

“There's your answer,” Ghostrunner said.

“My answer…?” Vigil asked.

“You once asked me how we knew Ariadne wasn't wrong to trust you, to let you get close,” Ghostrunner explained. “How she knew she wasn't taking in another Nameless. But you just told me that the kindest, most selfless act I've ever witnessed just seemed like the right thing to do. That's how we know we're right to see good in you.”

Ghostrunner kissed Vigil on the cheek.

“You're right,” she told Vigil, “this crew is where you belong.”

***

“I feel like my skills are being underutilized here,” Sweettalk said, flicking her balisong open and closed. “We're going to all-out war. What good am I on a battlefield?”

“Pretty handy with that butterfly knife,” Sasha replied, pulling her robe on and settling into bed next to Sweettalk.

“This is to improve dexterity and impress girls and you know it,” Sweettalk said. “Besides, we're gonna be in spacetight combat armor. Not much cause for knife-fighting.”

“Tell that to Blue,” Sasha said.

“I'm not telling anything to that woman,” Sweettalk said, “only person I know who always leaves me speechless.”

“She asked about you last time I saw her,” Sasha said, “told me I was lucky to have you, and asked how you use your skills outside of work. She's known me since I was nine, so it's actually quite sweet of her.”

Sweettalk laughed. “Yeah, okay. But what words did she use? How exactly did she say that?”

Sasha shifted. “Is that important? That's what she means, what does it matter how she said it?”

“Babe…”

Sasha sighed. Her poor Martian-Catholic heart never allowed her to quote Blue directly without feeling like she needed a shower. “She said 'that little squeeze of yours seems like a demon between the sheets. Besides scamming, what else that mouth do?'”

Sweettalk burst out laughing, and almost fell out of bed. “That is the most charitable possible reading of that sentence! I would've slapped her!”

“Oh, I did,” Sasha said, “she laughed, said I was 'a good kid,' clapped me a little too hard on the back, and told me that if we get married, she'd be glad to officiate.”

“Okay, couple things,” Sweettalk said, “First off, when we get married, I do not want Blue running the show. Second, you know I'm gonna make you tell me what she actually said, so there's no point trying to clean it up.”

Sasha turned bright red.

“Come on,” Sasha said, “or I'll ask her myself tomorrow.”

Sasha exhaled sharply. “She said… 'if you're trying to get hitched, I'm an ordained minister.'”

“And the part that's making you turn into a maraschino cherry?”

“She told me that if I needed any advice for the wedding night,” Sasha said, “that she… 'wrote the book on satisfying people's wives.'”

Sweettalk gradually caught her breath, composed herself from laughing, and wiped a tear from her eyes.

“Please tell me she's being literal,” Sweettalk said, “I need to read that book.”

“Oh, it's a real book,” Sasha said. “There are drawings. We'll definitely end up with a copy… no way out of that.”

“Well, if she's gonna be on the battlefield, I have less to worry about,” Sweettalk said, putting her arms around Sasha. “Hell, she might kill everybody herself.”

“In all seriousness,” Sasha said, “I'm glad you'll be there. Someone needs to have Pilar's back.”

“If she led me to the gates of hell, I'd follow without question,” Sweettalk said, “you know that.”

“As long as you bring her back from the gates.”

“I don't think she'll need me,” Sweettalk said. “I'm glad to be there for her, but I don't think I'll have all that much to do. When your job is 'make sure Pilar wins the fight,' it's kind of like a shopkeeper hiring anti-Dracula security. Doesn't really make much of a difference whether they're up to the job.”

“Unless Dracula shows up,” Sasha pointed out. “So make sure your stakes are nice and sharp.”

Sweettalk flicked her balisong open and closed again. “I'd make an excellent vampire hunter.”

“I've always thought I'd make an excellent vampire,” Sasha replied. “Always drawing blood and staying up late.”

“You as a vampire,” Sweettalk laughed. “I'm gonna spend a lot of time imagining that.”

Sasha affected an exaggerated Transylvanian accent. “Why imagine?”

Sasha gave Sweettalk a playful bite on the neck.

“Oh my, and here I am without my crossbow!” Sweettalk tossed her balisong onto her nightstand and leaned into the kiss.

***

“Lib?” Nicks asked. “Libs, can you hear me?”

'Get off of me!” The Nameless said, pushing Nicks aside and getting up from the ground. “I'm fine.”

“I just watched you collapse,” Nicks said, “you're not fine.”

“So now you know how I am better than me?!” The Nameless snarled. “I'm fine! We're two hours out from Mars. This is our big moment. This is the day Ariadne dies.”

“Have you had anything to eat today?” Nicks asked.

“Get off my fucking back,” The Nameless replied flatly.

The Nameless propped herself up and stared out at the distant red speck they were barreling towards. Nicks quietly pulled the firearm on her hip and pointed it at the Nameless' back. She cocked it, flicked off the safety, and rested her finger on the trigger. She had to know.

She pulled the trigger. The gun clicked, but nothing happened. Good, she thought. She placed the gun back in its holster.

The pistol was an old-fashioned revolver, firing actual ballistic projectiles instead of plasma rounds. Earlier in the day, she had loaded a single bullet into one of the gun's six chambers, and spun the cylinder. In order for this experiment to work, her thoughts would have to be genuine: she had to really think she was trying to kill her partner.

The Nameless, as she had the previous three times Nicks had tried this experiment, seemed to take no notice. Nicks breathed a sigh of relief. She had spent the past several months conditioning herself to project false surface thoughts and conceal her true thoughts from her partner.

Over the past year, she'd seen the Nameless leave mercenaries catatonic for insubordination. She'd seen her slit throats for “taking a tone.” The Nameless had even bitten a chunk out of a man's face for bumping into her in the hallway. She had no impulse control whatsoever.

Nicks knew this meant her conditioning had worked. If her partner had any knowledge of this little game of Russian Roulette, she would be dead where she stood. If her conditioning failed, she was dead anyway, the second she went against an order. If it succeeded and the gun didn't fire, she knew her thoughts were protected. If the gun did go off, she figured well, that would solve the problem in its own way.

“I'm having a cheese plate sent up,” Nicks said. “You may not want to eat, but personally I think your moment of triumph is an occasion worthy of a little ceremony and celebration.”

“I suppose you're right,” the Nameless shrugged.

Nicks tapped the order onto the battleship's console. She'd expected this result. It was easy to get Libby to follow through on requests that stroked her ego, and Nicks wasn't about to get killed because her partner in crime had low blood sugar.

She thought back to her previous partner in crime. What the hell had his name been? Preston? Something like that. He was an unreliable little sleaze, but at least they'd had some fun during their relationship. She found herself almost missing him. When they'd been together, they'd sought thrills as smalltime outlaws. She'd given that up, and if memory served, thrown him under the bus in order to pursue full time animosity with Ariadne.

It had been good at the beginning, when she was just taking hostages to get Ariadne's attention. She wondered if she'd just stuck with that, if she could've gotten close to Ariadne without doing all of this.

Now, she was just a political power-player. Donna Nicoletta. Living exactly the life she'd found so boring that she turned to Preston or Presley or whatever the hell his name was for cheap thrills.

She briefly considered picking which of the Rizzo army struck the proper balance between “hot” and “suggestible,” so she could run off with him and start a new life. Maybe she could rob some banks or try her hand at serial killing if she needed some excitement.

But she pushed that away. Having Ariadne as a nemesis was a high that couldn't be substituted. If she played things right today, she and Ariadne would be locked in battle for the rest of her life.

Interlude 4 An excerpt from the Personal Journals of Father Y

Sometimes I think people don't even want to understand the Oort. They can't put their finger on one neat little explanation for us, so they try and act like we don't make sense, as though there's ever been any group of people who can be understood with one neat little explanation.

People say we're fusions of man and machine. That we're mutants. Genetically engineered. That we've been driven insane by isolation and harsh conditions. Mixed up with the DNA of alien races unknown to the sun-seers. That we've made deals with demons. That we're demons trying to make deals with you. That we eat people. That we're religious fanatics.

Thing is, every one of those statements is true for some, false for others. Wild thing is, all of them are true and false for every group of people in the system. Fusions of man and machine? On a sun-seer they call that “bionic limbs.” Mutants? Plenty of mutations happened on Earth before we even dipped our toes into the stars. Genetically engineered? How do you think they cured cancer? Driven insane by isolation and harsh conditions? Go talk to anybody who's ever spent time in rural Pennsylvania. Mixed up with Alien DNA? I bet most Earthers would be none too thrilled to find out how many aliens they've got in their family tree. Colluding with demons? Being demons? Religious fanaticism? You ever heard of a guy named George W. Bush?

I keep banging this drum: the Oort are just people, and people are always people. When somebody reaches the bounds of their understanding, and decides to go further, that's what makes them a person. From the very moment we're born, knowing nothing at all, when we start trying to make sense of who mama is, what our hands are for, and why there's all this light and noise, we start expanding our consciousnesses.

The Oort are “weird” because we've had more than our share of stuff to figure out. The things we say “don't make sense” because we've got answers to questions the sun-seers haven't yet had the opportunity to ask.

You may have heard me talk about how I've got “greater ambitions” than most of my people. I know I'm meant to show everybody, Oort and Sun-Seer alike, the truth of our people and theirs. That's my greater ambition. All this selling wishes for souls stuff, that's a fun way to pass the time. But preaching the truth about us all, how we're all just people solvin' problems or dyin' tryin'? That's my calling.

I talked to that Ariadne girl again today. She's going off to war. She's got a problem she's never faced before. I saw what she's done to solve it. I've never seen anything like that, and I've seen more than most. Found myself thinking “is this girl insane?”

She had answers to questions I never thought to ask. I told her I hoped we could make an Oort out of her. I'm not sure she got the joke.

She's always been one of us. Even before she trained with Blue. Even back when she was a little girl on Earth.

The Oort are just people, solving problems. In other words, people.

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Safeword ⛓ P18 ⛓ Dreams

Previous Chapter

Loki dreamt of what he wanted but didn’t know what he had lost. So did she except, she knew what she lost

Despite promising himself and her that he’d stop feeling this way about y/n, Loki couldn’t help himself. The longer she was at the compound, the more he felt himself itching to get closer to her. He felt a strong attraction to her but he knew she didn’t feel the same way especially after what had happened in his room. Loki tried his hardest to get himself off using his new beau but it was difficult. Whenever he’d see y/n whilst in the company of his new toy, he’d pretend to laugh at something she’d said. He saw how y/n’s eyes would quickly glance up at the pair and he’d try hard to catch her eye. She was quick, he was quicker.

Whenever he would fuck his new querida, his thoughts were always on y/n. What she wore that day, how she had her hair. How she smelt. He was overrun with thoughts of her. Loki’s squeeze caught on quite quickly that Loki’s mind was always somewhere else whenever they would fornicate but she didn’t care. She didn’t really like Loki but she loved the orgasms so she stayed.

Loki even became aware of himself dreaming of y/n when he slept. He dreamt that he had taken her to a fancy hotel and that they had the most passionate sex. This sex wasn’t like what he had with his new inamorata. No. This sex was filled with love. Loki wasn’t focused on his own pleasure when he’d take y/n in his dreams like he was with this harlot, no, Loki was devoted to bringing y/n to her climax. He dreamt of them both dancing whilst music played in the background. It felt so real. It felt so real in fact that Loki would wake up with a huge erection. Thinking of y/n, he’d grab hold of his cock and rhythmically move his hand up and down it. Imagining her naked, sprawled out in front of him, he’d add a little more pressure. Imagining how she’d taste would leave him bucking his hips. Stroking harder and harder, he’d cum thinking of himself cumming in her.

Every time Loki would see y/n, his heart stopped. It’s like she got prettier and prettier everyday. Heavenly he thought whenever he’d see her. He desperately wanted her but he knew she didn’t feel the same way. He didn’t even know why he felt the way he did. He felt like they just had a connection. He felt like he knew her, has known her, and he felt like she knew him. It was the little gestures that made him think this like the fact that she knew exactly how he liked his tea, his favourite book, when he wanted to ask a question but didn’t she’d just answer it. She really knew him. Since Loki’s new ‘relationship’ they didn’t really speak that much, they exchanged pleasantries and spared together but that was pretty much it and it was still enough to send Loki’s emotions wild.

One day the majority of the team were out on a mission. Loki heard humming coming from the hallway. Following the familiar tune, he saw y/n prancing around hoovering with headphones on. He smiled at the sight. She looked so happy, so relaxed, free. So familiar. She didn’t notice him. If she did, she wouldn’t have done what she was about to do.

“ITS GONNA TAKE A LOT TO DRAG ME AWAYYYY FROMMMM YOUUU, THERES NOTHING THAT A HUNDRED MEN OR MORE COULD EVER DO” Y/N shouted in an attempt to sing the song.

Hearing this, Loki began to laugh until he saw her looking at him with a bright red engulfing her cheeks.

They looked at each other just staring into each others eyes until Loki began apologising when he saw tears falling from them.

“I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you”

“You didn’t” she replied weekly trying to wipe her tear stained red cheeks

“Well I didn’t mean to embarrass you then” he replied giving her a tissue

“I- you didn’t embarrass me- sorry it’s just- I um I used to have friend that liked this song and we’d dance to it. It’s stupid but yeah”

“Let me hear the song”

“No” she replied starting to smile

“Come on, let me hear, it’s just us here today so you can sing I promise I won’t judge you”

Reluctantly, y/n connected her phone to the Bluetooth in the building and said-

“Hey Siri, bless the rains down in Africa”

“I cannot find bless the rains down in Africa”

“Argh stupid thing. Siri, play Africa by Toto”

“Toto?” Loki said grinning at y/n

“Yes it’s the name of the band” she replied getting excited to hear the song

Toto Loki thought whilst looking at y/n’s animated face

I hear the drums echoing tonight, but she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation

Y/N’s heart stung hearing the song loudly and aware of Loki’s presence

She’s coming in 12:30 flight, the moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation

As if instinct, Loki began walking closer to y/n

I stopped an old man along the way, hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies

Tears began streaming down y/n’s face again as she tried to hide her reaction from Loki

He turned to me as if to say

Turning to face y/n, Loki’s hands found y/n’s waist

Hurry boy, it's waiting there for you

The dream Loki thought as he tilted y/n’s chin up to kiss her

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A/N: Toto 😏

[guilty-pleasures21]

Yooooooooouuuuuuuuuu!!!!!!! You SUCK!

6. Sigh. You're trash, you know that?

Part 1 - the machine

Part 2 - the period

Part 3 - the sparring

Part 4 - the socks

Part 5 - the sick day

Warnings: explicit description of sex (male x female).

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     He walked into the gym, searching for his girlfriend - X had taken on the responsibility of mentoring the younger Spiders and it always warmed his heart to see how much they admired her. Though he couldn’t ignore the way his stomach would twist into an uncomfortable knot whenever he saw how happy being able to mother them made her. He shook his head and pushed aside the time-bomb ticking in the back of his mind, choosing instead to leave the discussion up to some future version of him. 

     X paused when she saw some of the Spiders start to get nervous. She turned to follow their awed gazes and her stomach flipped when she saw her boyfriend leaning against the doorframe, his brawny arms folded across his chest. She gave him a little wave, then swivelled back to her students. “Okay, guys! Let’s break for lunch! I’ll see you later?”

     “See you later, X!” the group chorused, dispersing to take a brief rest. Miguel strode over to her, his lips curled into a lazy smirk.

     “So, when do I get my training session, arañita?” he teased her softly, sliding his arms around her waist. X giggled as his warm breath tickled her neck. 

     “Please,” she replied, sliding her hands across his broad chest. “Like I'd have anything to teach you. Amor.”

     He grinned at the way she added the term of endearment to the end, as if she wasn’t quite used to it just yet. Then a wicked idea entered his mind. 

     “Let's see about that, querida,” he challenged her, stepping back and holding his fists in front of him. X glanced around the room and her body began heating up uncomfortably when she saw the rapidly growing crowd around them: who the hell would pass up on the opportunity to see Miguel fight?! She swallowed hard, then got into position, mentally berating her insane boyfriend in her head. 

     They circled each other for a bit, both of them waiting for the other to make the first move. Then finally, she realised: of course her boyfriend would never hit her - not even for training purposes! X inhaled deeply, then leaped forward suddenly, aiming for Miguel’s shoulder. She raised her knee as he twisted around, aiming for his exposed side exactly as she’d intended. But her superhero boyfriend was just too fast for her. 

     He caught her leg mid-air and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her against him in an extremely compromising position. She’d always get so shy whenever he showed her affection in public and he loved seeing the way she’d lower her head to hide the way her cheeks heated up with embarrassment. Just like she was doing now. 

     “Miguel!” X whined, struggling to free herself from his grip. “There are other people around!” 

     Dios, she was cute when she was whining at him like that. He tightened his grip on her and raised an eyebrow when she finally met his gaze, flashing her a suggestive look. “Good. Then they’ll know that you’re mine.” 

     Her heart skipped a beat at his response; at his insistence on having everyone know that they belonged only to each other. But she pushed against his chest again, still wary of all the eyes on them. “They already know, janam!”

     He snickered at the alarmed tone in her voice and squeezed her waist before finally releasing her. X jumped away from him quickly, thanking her lucky stars that at least he hadn’t tried to squeeze her ass in front of everyone! Of course she felt thrilled whenever he showed off their relationship in public, but it was still a workplace of sorts and she didn’t want to lose the respect of all the other Spiders - especially the troubled teens. She frowned at the smug look on her boyfriend’s handsome face and returned to her defensive stance. 

     He bounced on the balls of his feet as they circled the mat again, grinning at the cute little frown she fixed him with. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt like this: relaxed, silly, messing around without a care in the world. And he still couldn't believe that the woman standing before him had somehow done that for him - that he deserved someone who would do that for him. 

     She flicked her eyes over his body purposefully, wanting him to think she was making note of all the areas she planned to strike next. Then she swivelled around and dropped backwards, throwing her full weight against him. Miguel held his arms out instinctively, catching her before she could hurt herself.

     He staggered backwards as he tried to steady his girlfriend, her unexpected movements catching him off guard. But he soon lost his balance and fell back onto the mat. X spun around to straddle his waist, pinning him to the ground beneath her and Miguel’s lips parted in surprise. 

     “Not bad, querida,” he relented, curling his fingers around her waist. His stomach fluttered as his body registered the feeling of his girlfriend’s core pressing against his. But X just sat back, completely oblivious to the direction in which his thoughts were headed. She gave him a victorious grin, letting her guard down, and Miguel seized the opportunity to flip them over. “But there’s still some room for improvement.”

     X’s heart thudded in her chest when she saw the way his pupils dilated as his eyes fell to her lips: he was getting aroused. 

     “Migue-el!” she whined, turning her face away from his to try to break his concentration. But it only made him even more desperate to get closer to her. She was just so f*cking cute and he knew that if she’d called him ‘querido’, he’d have folded immediately and kissed her right there in front of everyone. Instead, he sighed and pushed himself up, then held a hand out to help her to her feet. 

     “Hey, X!” Pav yelled from across the room, pausing in the doorway with some of the other Spiders. “You want to join us for lunch?” 

     X grinned and twisted her head around to yell back her agreement. And Miguel would have been irritated by the sudden interruption if she didn’t look so delighted by the invitation. X turned back to him. 

     “I think I’m going to take a shower first,” she thought aloud, sliding her hands up her boyfriend’s chest now that they were alone. Her stomach flipped at the feeling of his broad muscles beneath her palms and she bit her lip before meeting his gaze. “You want to join, querido? For lunch, I mean!” 

     She’d paused before adding the last part, not realising that he might misinterpret her question. But it was too late and his mind was already overrun with images of her in the shower, her bare skin glistening so irresistibly beneath the sparkling water. 

     “Miguel?” X asked, tilting her head in confusion when he didn’t respond. “Hello?” 

     “Huh?” Miguel dragged his gaze back up to hers, his handsome features set into a dazed expression. “What?”

     “Do you want to join us for lunch, querido?” X repeated, her brow furrowing in puzzlement. Miguel glided his hands up and down her sides and the blood rushed to his core as he imagined licking up her delicious little body. He glanced around, confirming that the room had mostly emptied out, then he pulled her in the direction of the showers.

     “Vamos, arañita (let's go, little spider),” he commanded. X stumbled after him, befuddled by his sudden intensity.

     “Miguel!” she hissed “¡¿Qué haces, amor?! (What are you doing, love?)” 

     “Going to take a shower,” he replied casually, grabbing two towels as they walked past the rack. He kept an eye on the stalls as they passed them, noting the few that were occupied, then he stopped at the one right at the end. X's eyes flickered around nervously as he placed his palm on the sensor by the door. 

     “Miguel! Not in public, janam!” She struggled against him, trying to pull her hand out of his, but his grip was just too damn strong! 

     “Not in public, querida,” Miguel agreed, his lips curling into a wicked grin when the stall door swung open. “In here.” 

     He shoved her into the empty stall and X turned to him with wide eyes when she regained her balance. She leaned over as he shut the door, trying to get a glimpse of her only possible escape route, but his broad shoulders blocked her view entirely. Miguel spun back around, a devious smirk scrawled over his chiselled features, and X gulped nervously. 

     “Miguel!” she whimpered, curling into herself helplessly. “What are you doing?!”

     F*ck. She was so f*cking cute, the way she whimpered like that! He moved closer to her, his steps careful, and X’s eyes flitted around nervously as she walked backwards, searching for a way to squeeze past her hulking boyfriend. “Migue-el!”

     “¡Queri-da!” Miguel whined, imitating her adorable tone. He placed his hands on the wall behind her, trapping her against it, and his core tightened at how small and helpless she seemed beneath him. He brought his mouth closer to hers and his stomach flipped as her eyes fluttered shut, her senses momentarily overwhelmed by the scent of him. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, would you, arañita?”

     She clenched her muscles, trying to stop the shiver from running down her spine at the low sound of his voice. But that only seemed to spur him on. Miguel chuckled and trailed a finger down her torso before wrapping his arms around her waist and bending over to press his lips to her neck. “Mmm … Sientes … muy bien, mi amor. (You feel ... so good, my love.)” 

     Her eyes rolled back in her head as her boyfriend’s gravelly voice skated over her skin, then she sucked in a surprised breath when she felt the tips of his fangs graze her neck. He glided the sharpened points gently over her skin and moaned when she shivered in response. 

     “Mmph!” X bit down on a surprised squeak at the feeling of Miguel’s bare hands sliding into her tights and squeezing her ass. He moved so quickly, his movements swift and desperate, and before she knew it, she was standing before him completely naked!

     He licked his lips as his eyes travelled over her hungrily, mapping out all the places he wanted to taste her. He could probably draw her body from memory at this point, every freckle and scar, every curve and hollow, every mark and discolouration. And still he found himself in awe of how perfectly beautiful she was every single time. 

     She swallowed hard as he deactivated his suit and pulled his underwear off: it didn’t matter how many times she saw him naked, her body still reacted to the sight of his beautifully sculpted physique as if she were seeing it for the very first time. She squeezed her thighs together and Miguel gave a little smirk before he reached up to cup her breasts in his hands. Her chest tingled at the feeling of his long fingers caressing and playing with her nipples and she couldn’t stop her hips from moving forward to meet his. 

     He dropped his hands down to her waist and touched his lips to hers, flicking his tongue out occasionally to tease her. His girlfriend curled herself around him, trying to climb up onto him so that she could grind her hips harder against his and Miguel smiled against her mouth. X melted at the feeling of his happiness, giggling softly against his mouth and Miguel grinned even harder. He ran his hands along her body, admiring how soft she was. Suddenly, a door slammed shut, pulling them both back to reality. X looked up at him in horror, then pushed him away from her. 

     “Wha-” Miguel stumbled backwards, both confused and amused by her actions. “¡Querida!”

     X bit down on the inside of her cheek, hiding the smile that tugged on her lips at the sound of his laughter: he had such a wonderful laugh. She turned away from him and held her head high as she walked towards the shower head.

     “Go find another stall, querido,” she commanded him, pushing his chest as she passed him. Miguel grinned at her sudden change in demeanour, then he stepped forward and wrapped himself back around his girlfriend. 

     She couldn’t stop her head from falling to the side as he began licking and nibbling her neck. He was just so good, his rough calluses leaving goosebumps across her skin as his fingers toyed with her breasts and p*ssy. She grabbed his arm, trying to stop him, but then he began grinding himself against her and she couldn’t help the little gasps and moans that fell from her mouth every time she felt his stiff cock pressing into her ass. She wriggled against him, trying to struggle out of his grasp as her body became more and more aroused and finally, he let her go. Only for him to lift her onto his hips once she'd turned around to glare at him. 

     “F*ck,” Miguel sighed, taking one of his girlfriend’s breasts in his mouth and sucking on it hungrily. P*ta madre, she was sexy! Her perky, round breast filling up his mouth so f*cking perfectly. “Do perfect breasts … come with you … Spider powers … or something?” 

     “Spiders …. don’t even … have boobs … Miguel,” X choked out between aroused gasps. “They’ve … They’ve always … looked like this …” She let out a squeak and her toes curled as he moved his mouth to her other nipple.

     “P*tas, arañita,” Miguel groaned, nibbling on her skin softly. “How the f*ck … are you so … f*cking perfect?!” 

     He set her down again and X giggled as he gazed down at her affectionately. “Miguel … We’re wasting water, querido.” 

     Miguel glided his hands along her sides and bent over to press a quick kiss to her lips before he turned off the tap. He shook his head to get some of the water out and X felt her heart swell as she watched the droplets fly off the ends of his hair, the chocolate-coloured strands curling the way they always did when they got wet. Her boyfriend reached for the shampoo and this time, X’s heart began thudding in her chest as she watched his muscles ripple as he squeezed some of the liquid onto his hand. He looked up at her, oblivious to her thoughts, and gestured for her to turn around. She did as he asked and soon, he was rubbing the shampoo into her hair, his long fingers tenderly massaging her scalp. She reached for the dispenser when he was done, then signalled for him to take a seat on the shower bench. 

     His stomach flipped at the naughty look she gave him as she climbed onto his lap. Mierda, she was hot. He sucked in a breath at the feeling of her absolutely drenched p*ssy sliding against his cock and she laughed as he leaned forward to press his lips to her shoulder. She lathered the shampoo into his hair, tickling his scalp gently, then she tilted his face back up to hers. Miguel’s eyes fluttered shut as she began kissing him, soft and slow, and he raised his hips to grind himself against her. X snickered softly as she straightened and Miguel frowned at her, impatient to relieve his aching cock. But she just leaned forward to nip his lower lip before moving her mouth to his neck. 

     “Querida,” Miguel sighed, wrapping his arms around her waist and pulling her closer to him. 

     “Shh,” X murmured softly, her lips trailing their way along his skin. “You wouldn’t want anyone to hear you, would you, mi araña.”

     Miguel hung his head as he tried to suppress a groan and X took the opportunity to pull on his earlobe with her teeth. He tightened his grip on her, trying to maintain his self-control, but then she sat back and fixed him with that one smile that had his stomach tightening in anticipation. Miguel clenched his jaw and X’s eyes flashed with mischief before she bent over again to begin trailing her lips and tongue down his body. 

     His legs spread apart as she lowered herself to her knees, giving her the space to settle between them. Her stomach buzzed as she took hold of his cock, already hard and throbbing for her, and she fluttered her eyelashes up at him playfully. 

     He felt all the blood rush to his tip at the sight of her signature not-so-innocent look and he gripped tightly onto the edge of the bench as she pressed soft kisses to his tip. She slid her fingers up and down his shaft and took him carefully into her mouth, suckling on him like she was trying to drink from him or something. He swallowed down a groan and a shudder wracked his entire body in protest. “Arañita.” 

     She pulled back to let out a soft snicker at how hard he was trying to control himself. God, it was so hot how obedient he would become for her whenever she was sucking him off. She closed her lips back around him and slung her arms over his thighs, dragging her nails along his back as she bobbed her head up and down. She pulled him deeper into her mouth and he bit his lip as she swallowed around him, causing the prec*m to start leaking from his tip. He sucked in a breath as his claws pressed against the tips of his fingers, barely hanging onto his self-restraint. But then she shook her head from side to side, letting his shaft slap against the insides of her cheeks. 

     “F*ck!” Miguel exclaimed, panting heavily when she finally released him. X shot him an impish grin and climbed back onto his lap, this time rolling her hips against his teasingly. He frowned at her teasing and held her firmly in position so he could start sliding his dick into her. She whimpered as she wriggled around, still unused to the sheer size of him, so he stopped when he was halfway inside of her, not wanting to push her and make her feel uncomfortable. He lifted her slightly, then pulled her back down again, moving her hips back and forth against his lap. “X …”

     She shivered at the feeling of him prodding at her insides; at the pure satisfaction in his voice as he sighed her name, and it wasn’t long before she came, her body shuddering against his as she reached her climax. Her boyfriend squeezed her against him as he came too, his abdomen tightening at how adorable her little p*ssy was, desperately struggling to clench around his thick cock. He stroked her back tenderly as they both came down from their highs. “Should we continue this at home, querida?” 

     She glanced at him when her breathing returned to normal and giggled when she saw the crooked smile on his handsome face. “I already said I'd meet the others for lunch, Miguel.”

     He shrugged. “Just tell them I sent you on a mission or something.” 

     His girlfriend fixed him with that smile that was so sweet it always made his cheeks hurt. “But I want to have lunch with them, querido.”

     She nipped the tip of his nose quickly and his lips curled into a dazed smile as she got off of him. He didn’t know why, but there was something about the simple action - the silliness of it, maybe - that made his heart swell in his chest. He stood up and followed her back to the shower head, joining her in rinsing the shampoo out of his hair. She started combing some conditioner through her curls and he waited patiently until she straightened to pull her to him. 

     She slid her hands up and down his chest as he kissed her, her entire body buzzing at the feeling of his warm skin against hers. She pulled back after a while to begin washing the conditioner out of her hair and he continued to press quick kisses to her lips, holding her loosely against him as she cleaned her scalp. They dried themselves off once they’d finished and X slipped back into her suit before peeking around the door to check that no one else was around. She exited the stall when she was sure they were alone and grabbed Miguel’s hand, dragging him along after her. She let go of him once they’d reached the gym area again and the two of them stumbled out into the hallway, bumping into one another and exchanging thrilled smiles.

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[blackmissfrizzle]

Angel’s Girl

Characters: Angel Reyes x black!reader

Summary: Angel wants everyone to know you’re his girl. Also, part of a request from @brownsugarcoffy​/  Hi! I don't know if your taking any request, but I saw this picture of this necklace with Angel on it. I was wondering if you would write a imagine of Angel Reyes giving the reader a necklace with his name to claiming her as his old lady and now Angel now wants to only see her wearing his name as they make love. I really adore your writing and know you will do it justice. ❤

Warnings: A lil angst, a lil smut, a whole lotta fluff and cheesiness. 

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At some point, you and Angel knew you had a forever kind of love. The kind of love where you get tattoos expressing that love. When it was your two-year anniversary, he propositioned the idea.

He showed you the sketches he drew of your name. He was so excited, that it physically hurt you to burst his bubble. “Angel, I love you, but there’s no way I’m getting your name tattooed on me.” Angel grabbed you by the back of your neck and pressed a kiss to your forehead. “I know, mi dulce. You’re too practical for that, so that’s why I drew you these.”

Moving his page of his drawing of your name Angel revealed a sheet of paper full of angel wings drawings. The one in the center, immediately caught your attention. “That one! That’s the one!”

“Yeah? You like it?” He asked nervously. Angel had only shown his drawings to you and EZ. He was too insecure to share them with to anyone else.

“Duh! And I’ll get ‘em on my fingers and go like this,” you flicked your wrist. “And tell them my super amazingly talented boyfriend drew them.”

“Handsome. Your super amazingly talented handsome boyfriend.”

“Oh, how could I forget!?” You smacked your forehead. “It’s okay, I forgive you.” He kissed your temple and listened to you plan when you and he would get the tattoos while he rubbed the ring finger you flicked at him earlier, thinking how well it would look with an engagement ring.

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Angel just loved how you showed off your tattoos. Or better yet how you explained the meaning behind them. Club hang arounds? You flaunted that shit and in the next breath you threatened to punch them dead in the face if they ever disrespect you by flirting with Angel. Dudes hitting on you at the bar? You shot them down with the quickness and told them you only belonged to one person and fluttered your fingers like you were already married.

But one day the tattoos weren’t enough. Angel didn’t know what it was, but he knew he needed something else to say you’re his. An engagement ring was out of the question because he had yet to find the perfect one. Luckily, one day he stumbled onto a heart locket that had his name engraved in it and he knew that was it. That would show everyone you were his old lady.

When he brought the necklace to you, you were automatically in love, but you also had to tease him. He was practically going all caveman on you when he requested you always wear it. “Damn Angel, I might as well get your name tattooed on my forehead.”

“Angel!” You hit him as he was seriously mulling over the idea. “I’m just kidding, querdia. We want to take attention away from your big ole forehead not bring more to it.”

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With your forgetful self, one day you forgot to put your necklace back on after the gym. That didn’t sit well with Angel, especially since you and him weren’t on the best of terms.

“Where the fuck is your necklace, Y/N?”

“In the car. I forgot to put it back on.” You set down your gym bag, went into the kitchen and got you a bottle of water.

“You forgot? Didn’t I tell you to keep it on at all times?” His insecurities were flaring up, driving him to be crazily possessive.

“Angel, I’m not your damn property! When you get that through your thick ass skull give me a call!” And with that you ran out the door with him calling after you was cut off by you slamming the door and running into your car.

That’s how you ended up at the bar, listening to some lame pickup lines.

“Angel, that’s a pretty name.”  The guy pointed to your necklace.

Soon as you decided you were going to the bar you put the necklace back on. “It is.” You replied in a monotone voice, keeping your eyes straight ahead. He didn’t take the hint that you were not interested and continued to talk to you.

When you raised your glass to take a sip, he noticed your tattoos and made some corny joke. Somehow, he kept going even though that was like the fifth joke you didn’t laugh at.

From afar Angel was watching the interaction partly amused and partly jealous. He wanted you to tell the guy get lost, but he could clearly see your annoyance and it was funny to him. He decided he’ll let it go on for a little while longer to let you suffer some more unless it got out of hand.

“So, Angel what’s a beautiful girl like you doing here alone?” The stranger was about to put his hand on your thigh, but he finally picked up on some social cues and stopped himself. “I was enjoying my drink and my name’s not Angel.”

“What? It says it right there.” He pointed to your locket. Oh, this man was dumber than you thought. “Doesn’t mean it’s my name.”

“Then whose name is it?” He got defensive, he didn’t appreciate being made a fool of.

“Her boyfriend’s.” Angel finally decided to intervene when he saw the guy become agitated.

The sleazebag was about to be Billy badass, but then he saw Angel’s kutte and became a stuttering mess. “Sor-so-so-sor-sorry man, I didn’t know she was your girl. My bad.” He didn’t even give Angel time to threaten him. He ran off afraid of what could happen.

“Took you long enough off.” Halfway through your one-sided conversation with your unwanted suitor you saw Angel’s reflection through the bar’s mirror. “You knew I was here? Why didn’t you stop him?”

“I thought you would.”

Angel took your glass and drunk the rest of your drink. “Nah, it was too much fun seeing you suffer.”

“Asshole!” You playfully shoved Angel.

He started to laugh but it eventually died down. “I’m sorry, querida.”

“For being an asshole at home or being one here?”

“At home. That shit here was too funny.” He backed away before you could hit him again. “Seriously though, I’m sorry. I don’t think of you as my property. Yeah this,” Angel moved in closer to grab your necklace, “it means you’re my girl, but the deeper meaner is that you own my heart.”

“So that means I’m not your whore you can fuck however and whenever you want?” You asked with a smirk.

“Check, please!”

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Angel had you twisted up like some damn pretzel, but you loved it. As soon as you got home, he got on his knees and made you cum three times with his mouth and he would’ve gone for the fourth if you didn’t beg him to fuck you.

“Shit! Who’s pussy is this?” Angel was pounding into you, his eyes were focused on your locket swinging against your neck. “It’s yours Daddy!”

“Damn right it is.” He took your left hand and sucked your ring finger. With his hand he took a hold of your neck. “And next time some little bitch tried talking to you, you shit that shit down. You understand me?”

“Yes, daddy,” you whimpered with tears streaming down your face. Angel was too good at this. You could feel another orgasm mounting up and it felt like it would be the most powerful of all.

Angel noticed you trying to hold back your orgasm because he didn’t give you the permission to cum. “Good girl.” He praised you, leaning forward until your foreheads met. “Daddy’s making you feel good?”

“Yes,” you nodded your head, “You’re so big, I can feel you deep in my tummy.”

He pressed a hand to your stomach. “You’re right, princesa. I’m deep in them guts. But can you do me a favor baby girl?”

“Anything for you.” Angel smiled against your neck. “Cum all over daddy’s cock.” And just like that you did. You screamed Angel’s name at the top of your lungs almost drowning out his own shouts of pleasure.

After that thorough round you wanted to bundle up and go to sleep but Angel made you get up. “Hygiene over comfortability,” he said.

As you went to use the restroom, he changed the sheets and started the bath. Just before you joined him in the tub, he handed you your shower cap. It was blissful silence as you two cleaned up.

Again, Angel was rubbing in your left ring finger. Ever since you got the tattoo there, he’s been obsessed, but he never gave the same attention to your middle finger with the other angel wing.

“Angel?”

“Yes, querida?”

“Why do you keep a hand on my ring finger?”

“Man, I thought you were the smart one of us two.” You splashed some water his way and he quickly apologized knowing you could start a splash war like nothing.

He brought up said finger to his lips and kissed it. “Because I can’t stop imagining how good it’ll look with a ring on it.”

His answer appeased you which led you to your conditions of your proposal. Angel listened eagerly and ingrained each requirement in his head. There was no way he was gonna mess this up.

--

He hadn’t been shopping for it, he just accidentally stumbled on it while at the mall. Weeks later, Angel finally found the perfect engagement ring for you. He was so excited that he planned to propose that night, but your nails weren’t done and one of your requirements were to make sure your nails weren’t ‘raggedy’ as you would put it.

Then another couple of weeks later the opportunity presented itself. You were on your lunch break and you came to the clubhouse to spend it with him and the guys. Your mouth was full of tacos like chipmunk cheeks while you yelled ‘No fucking way!’ at Coco and Angel thought there was no one he rather spend the rest of his days with.

He did a quick check of your nails and they still look good from the day before. Yeah there were people around, but it was people you and him consider family. Your hair was done, and you had a nice outfit on, so all the boxes were checked.

“Querida,” he called out to you to stop you from arguing with Coco.

“Yeah babe?” You turned to him and found him on one knee. “Oh my god!” You jumped up and started wiggling around doing some weird celebratory dance.

The guys turned to see what was happening and they all cracked a smile. “About damn time.” Coco slapped the back of Angel’s shoulders. The rest of the Mayans came out with their guns out when they heard your screams, but quickly put them away when they saw what was happening.

Each time Angel tried to say something you would just squeal and continue dancing, not giving him a chance to get one-word in. “Prospect, get her.” Bishop ordered, seeing how uncomfortable Angel was getting from kneeling on the gravel.

EZ wrapped one arm around your shoulders and the other over your mouth. “I know you’re excited to be my sister-in-law, but you can’t say yes if he can’t ask the question. So, can you be quiet and be still?” You nodded your head fervently and EZ released you.

“Thanks, bro.” Angel cleared his throat before looking at you. He was getting nervous again, but then he saw how you had to contain your excitement and he was overwhelmed with love again. “You know I’m not good with words and shit, but I’ll try. You’re my everything, Y/N. You’re my first thought in the morning and my last thought at night. I honestly can’t think of my life without you because it would be too depressing. God, I hope this isn’t too corny, but here it goes: what’s the point of an angel if there’s no heaven? So, with that being said, Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Yes!” Angel was lucky he started to stand up because you tackled him once he slid the ring on. He was attacked with kisses all over his face and he wondered how could he had been worried about you saying no at all.

“You know you’re gonna be stuck with me forever, right?”

“Yeah, I’m perfectly fine with that. What’s the point of heaven if I don’t have my Angel with me?” Forever with Angel sounded like paradise and you couldn’t wait.

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[everyhowlmarksthedead]

❛ 2+1 MEANS FAMILY❜

with Johnny ‘Coco’ Cruz and Leticia Cruz.

Request: Can you please do one of coco where he introduces his old lady of a year or two to letty? Like you were in the picture before her

BY ANON

Warnings: none.

Word count: about 800.

Aurora says: this writing hasn't been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I'm sorry about that!

Gif credits: to the author.

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When Coco told you that he actually has a daughter, in Santo Padre, you couldn't believe him. He was in tears, begging you to forgive him for not telling you about it, after two years together. You couldn't blame him. You had the bad luck of meeting his mother, and you understand why he has been trying to hide his family from you. He was scared of you abandoning him because of that. Because his life has been a mess, until he met you. But when you hugged him, trying to calm his crying, assuring him that you would like to meet Leti; you make him more happy than ever. Coco really wanted to do the right thing with her and you wanted to support him, as you have always done. His daughter knew already about you and, even if she told him that she didn't want to meet you, you were aware that she didn't want to fuck up things between you two. She couldn't.

Parking your car close to the bikes, you can hear Angel yelling at you with a laugh stuck in his throat.

“MAAAAAAMI”.

“You idiot”. Chuckling and stepping out of your car, you let him hug you tightly. “So, where's my Coco, ah?”

“Clubhouse. Having fun with his kid”. He replies, raising both eyebrows.

“How is she?” You don't want to sound worried, but you are.

“Good girl, bad life”.

Nodding in silence, you continue your steps upstairs, opening the door to be greeted by the crew with a bunch of kisses. Bishop is focused on your reaction, when you turn to the round table. Your boyfriend is there, sitting close to a sixteen girl with black long hair. No one can say that she's not his daughter. Watching him cutting a toast for her, smiling and talking about doing things together, Coco melts your heart without knowing it. Walking towards them, you place a hand on top of his head to ruffle his hair. The man raises his eyes at you with parted lips, more relaxed when he finds you smiling.

“Hey, mami”. He mumbles, seeing Leti standing up and cleaning her hands on the shirt. Visibly nervous.

“Hi, I'm… I'm…”

You can't help but hug her tightly for some seconds.

“You are Leti”. Completing her sentence, she just nods a little shy, puckering her lips.

“And you are, (Y/N). Coco has… talked to me about you a lot”.

“Don't believe anything he said”.

The girl laughs, and your boyfriend is still amazed looking at you two.

“Take, querida”. Turning at Bishop, you hold the mug he is bringing you with coffee on it.

“Thanks, prez”. Fixing your eyes back to the Cruz family, you have a sip. “Can I sit?”

“Yes, yes”. Leti sounds excited, while Coco only can nod about to cry, seeing you creating a new relationship without feeling obligated to.

For hours, you talk about a lot of things. About your job, about how you met Coco, about what you do with the Mayans. And also about music and tv shows. As Angel said, she's just a good girl, with a bad life. Then, you have an idea.

“Where are you staying?” You ask, leaning slightly over the table.

“With… Celia”.

“Yeah, until… you know, we find something better. It's gonna take us some seconds”. Coco mutters a little ashamed.

“Got an empty room in my house, and Coco is practically the whole day there”. You say with feigned casual.

Silence. They look at each other. Leti shakes her head and her hands.

“Don't worry, it's okay. I can't wait”.

“Yeah, ma—”.

“C'mon! It's empty! You can't live with that crazy bitch”. These words come from the deepest place in your soul. “We just would have to clean it and buy some furniture. I'm free today and tomorrow, Leti. So Coco could continue working at the scrapping”.

“You serious, mami…? You don' have t—”.

“Plus, we can spend some time together when you're on a run. You know, girls night. I always wanted to have a little sister”.

That is the point. Coco told you about that family thing. You are not trying to be her mother, but her friend. And you really want to do it, not only for him, but for her.

“What you say, ah? Shopping?”

Leti nods in silence, with her eyes a little reddened. Probably, no one has worried ever like you are doing right now.

“Good! It's gonna be funny, you will see”.

“Thank you…” She whispers with a broken tone of voice, making you stand up to walk behind your boyfriend until reaching her.

She gets up too, wrapping your waist with both arms, as you place yours on her shoulders.

“This is what, actually, a family does”. You just say with a huge smile on your lips.

[flightlessangelwings]

A Better Man, Chapter 4 (end)

Pero Tovar x fem!reader

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: mild violence, minor character death, kidnapping, protective!Tovar, fluff

gif credit: @thewaythisis​

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The job ended up more difficult than Tovar expected. The target was harder to find and put up more of a fight than Tovar thought he would. Because of that, Tovar ended up taking longer than he wanted. He hoped that he would be gone a day or two at most, but when it took almost four days, the Spaniard grew more and more anxious. And when the target was tougher than he looked and nearly took Tovar down with him, he got a bad feeling in his chest.

Tovar rushed back as fast as he could, and he decided that he would stop at the orphanage first before he reported back to the magistrate. Something in the back of his mind told him that he was needed there. And as he rode through the town, Tovar noticed a column of smoke that rose from where he headed. 

With a growl, Tovar ran faster and prayed to whoever would listen that you and the children were ok. However, as he got closer and closer, his hope ran low and he realized that the smoke did in fact rise from where the orphanage once stood. He swallowed the lump in his throat as he moved as fast as he could, but nothing prepared him for what he saw when he finally reached your home.

The entire building was burned to the ground, and Lydia and all the children stood close by. She tried her best to comfort the children, who were all in tears, and even from a distance, Tovar could tell that she barely held herself together. Everyone seemed to be unharmed, but there was one person who was not among the crowd.

Tovar grit his teeth as he pushed past the crowd that gathered and his eyes scanned the area for you. He whispered your name under his breath and balled his hands into fists when he couldn't find you anywhere.

“Mr. Tovar…” a small voice broke him out of his trance.

He looked down to find that Luca stared up at him with big, sad eyes. The boy had bruises all over his face, and a cut on his arm. Right away, Tovar dropped to his knees and inspected the wounds on Luca’s face, “What happened?”

The boy sniffled once before he pulled himself together, determined to be brave and strong in front of the mercenary, “The… magistrate…” he dropped his gaze as he took in a deep breath, “He came this morning…”

Tovar furrowed his brows, “Are you alright?”

Luca nodded, “I’m sorry… I tried…”

The Spaniard didn’t know what to do. He was never the best at comforting others, and he had to also keep his own rage in check in front of the children. Tovar said your name, “Where is she?”

The boy looked up, and Tovar knew before he even spoke what his answer was, “They took her,” he couldn’t stop the sob, “I’m sorry Mr. Tovar. I tried. I wanted to protect her but…”

“Hush little one,” he squeezed his shoulders, “You did your best,” Tovar tried to reassure the boy, although it was hard for him to keep his tone more neutral, “Stay here, keep the others safe,” he clenched his jaw, “I’m going to get her back.”

*

The door to the magistrate’s large, lavish mansion burst open as Tovar stepped into the room with purpose. He held his swords firmly in his grip and wore a deep scowl on his face that he hadn’t had since before he met you. His glare only intensified when he laid eyes on the magistrate, who sat in a large cushioned chair on the far end of the large room.

“Oh look who’s back,” the magistrate mocked Tovar with a wicked smirk.

“You sound like you didn’t expect to see me again, señor,” the mercenary taunted right back, although his rage boiled just below the surface as he spoke. 

Tovar was correct; the magistrate genuinely did not expect to see him again. The job he sent him on was supposed to be a trap, and Tovar was never supposed to actually defeat the man. But he did not let the fear show on his face.

“Now you are aware of how dangerous I can be,” Tovar continued in a low growl as he gripped his swords tightly, “You will tell me where you have her and maybe I will spare all your lives.”

The magistrate’s guard immediately jumped into action, but Tovar was ready. Swords clashed as he fought them all off, fueled by his anger. Once all the guards were dead on the ground, the mercenary turned to the magistrate once again, “Now, tell me… Where is she?” He lifted his now blood-soaked sword as he stepped towards the trembling magistrate.

You heard the sounds of a fight echo from the hallway, and you knew you had to do something. The magistrate kept you locked in his bedroom, but when you immediately tried to escape, he added a chain around your ankle that tied to his bed. It had a little bit of give, but not much and you couldn’t go too far from the bed. 

He left you alone while he went into the main room to conduct his business, and you collapsed down in defeat at first. You wondered where Tovar was, and you prayed that he was ok. When the magistrate’s men grabbed you, one of your first thoughts was of him. You hoped that he survived whatever the magistrate sent him in to, since you figured that the job was most likely some sort of trap.

You let out a sob as you curled yourself up into yourself. You had lost your home, your freedom, and possibly the one person who held your heart all in one day. Yet, you still resisted against the magistrate, and you were even able to leave a scar on his face as you fought off his advances. 

But you lifted your head up when you heard what sounded like a battle within the walls of the magistrate’s home. Your heart pounded in your chest as you heard the clash of swords and the screams of the guards. That was when you decided you did not want to stick around to find out the cause of the battle, or to be the next victim.

You tried as hard as you could, but you couldn’t get the chain to budge. Frantically, you searched for something to smash against the chain, but everything you tried failed. With a frustrated sigh, you sunk down to the floor and stayed still for several moments until you heard the sound of heavy footsteps down the hallway.

The sound re energized your fire, and you had to figure out a way to defend yourself… and quickly. Your eyes darted around the room and landed on a large vase on the bedside table. Quickly, you got to your feet and ran around to the other side of the bed where the vase stood, and you strained to reach those last few inches for it.

Luckily, you grabbed it just in time as you heard the door rattle and burst open. You took in a deep breath and hurled the vase at the door without fully looking where you aimed. In your fear, your vision blurred slightly and you saw a figure dressed in all black quickly jump out of the way of your projectile. Tears filled your eyes as you crouched down and tried to make yourself as small as possible.

“It’s me,” you heard a familiar voice say your name.

You looked up to find that Tovar stood in the doorway with his sword in his hand. He had an intense expression on his face, and you could see small cuts on his body, but he didn’t seem to care about that. He only cared about you and your safety. When he said your name again, you let out the breath you held and you stepped towards him as much as you could before the chain yanked you back.

Before you tripped over the chain, strong arms caught you and held onto you tightly. You couldn’t help the tears that fell down your cheeks, only this time they were tears of relief instead of fear. You whispered his name as you both slowly sank down to the floor.

“Are you alright, querida?” Tovar asked as he pulled back enough to check you over for injuries. You had gotten some blood on your cheek from him, but he tenderly wiped it away.

“I’m ok,” you voice was hushed as you leaned into his touch. You looked into his eyes for a time before you spoke again, “You came for me.”

His features softened, “Of course I came for you.”

Suddenly, you gasped as you remembered where you were, “The magistrate…” panic laced your voice as you held tightly to Tovar’s strong arms.

“Shhh, it’s alright,” he replied in a calm a voice as he could, “He’s dead,” Tovar paused when you looked at him with wide eyes, “He can’t hurt you or anyone else anymore.”

Your breath caught in your throat and you clung to Tovar tightly as you crashed your lips against his in a desperate kiss. He wrapped his arms around you in a protective hold as he kissed you back with just as much need. Everything that was left unsaid between the two of you before he left was spoken in the kiss, and neither of you needed the words spoken out loud to know what the other felt.

*

The sun shined bright and high in the sky and you were outside to enjoy the beautiful day with the children. A few months had passed since the day Tovar rescued you from the magistrate’s mansion and not a day had gone by without the Spaniard on your mind.

It felt strange at first to move into the lavish villa that was briefly your prison, but the townspeople all came together and decided to use the building as the new orphanage. You had to admit, it was much nicer than where you used to be, and after a few nights you became much more comfortable within those walls. The children loved it right away, and wasted no time to make themselves comfortable.

“Luca, be careful with that please,” you called to the child who practiced with his new dagger. 

“Sorry,” he called over his shoulder when he fumbled with the weapon. He had gotten better with time, but you still couldn’t help the nerves whenever Luca held it in his hands. “I’ll be careful, I promise,” he gave you a smile that made your heart melt.

Luca meant so much to you, as did all the children, but ever since the day the magistrate took you, your bond became unbreakable. He practically threw himself at the men as they tried to take you, and he fought just as hard as Tovar would have. 

The scar across his cheek also added to the familiar feeling of the mercenary. Luca wore it proudly, and said it made him just like Tovar, who he admired so much.

Just as your mind wandered to the mercenary, a chord of little voices changed his name. You lifted your gaze to find Tovar walk confidently up to the villa, and he was met with the usual crowd of children as his welcome party. With a wide grin, you watched as he greeted each child by name.

“Did you watch over her, Luca?” Tovar asked as he brushed the boy's cheek playfully.

“Yes sir,” Luca beamed back.

Tovar then looked over Luca’s shoulder and met your eyes for the first time in weeks. He always missed you when he went away, and both of you worried for the other when you were apart. But now he was back and everything was right again.

You greeted Tovar with wide arms and he swept you up into his embrace as if you would float away if he let you go.

“I missed you,” you whispered into his ear and you felt him smile against your cheek. 

“And I you, querida,” his voice was low and you could feel his chest rumble against yours. 

Tovar stayed by your side while you, Lydia and the children got settled in the new space. Once he was sure you were comfortable, he left for short periods of time on mercenary jobs to help out. And you made sure he always had a place to stay whenever he came back.

“How long will you stay this time, Pero?”

He smiled at you, a warm genuine smile that was only for you, “I can spare more time now, querida,” his heart pounded in his chest when your face lit up, “It’s good to be home.”

You froze and your heart fluttered as you processed his words, “Home…” you echoed in a hushed tone.

His grip on you tightened, “And perhaps next time you can join me. See the world for a time before we come back home together.”

As you smiled through the happy tears that formed in your eyes, you nodded, “I’d like that very much,” you whispered as you closed the space between your bodies again. Tovar held you tightly, his whole world, his home, safe in his tight embrace. 

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Notes: Thank you all so much for the love on this fic!! What was supposed to be a one shot ended up 4 chapters and over 11k words!