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fishylipsblubblub · 1 year ago

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The Silent Observer, Chapter 1

When you get hired at El Michoacano, you quickly discover that not all is as it seems...

A/N: This one has been marinating in my google docs for a long ass time because i wasn’t really sure how i felt about the beginning, but i kinda just realized theres no point in writing fanfic if im not gonna post it, so here y’all go. btw i’m planning for this one to be long AF

Pulling out of the McDonalds drive through, I turned onto the road. I tried for a second to open the lid of my coffee, but decided it was a bad idea and set it in the cup holder. I exhaled and gripped the wheel until my knuckles were white. Rain drops pummeled the windshield as I drove onward. The weather was uncharacteristically rainy for New Mexico, but the rain was a welcome sight. The constant heat got on my nerves all the time since I’d came here.

“Hi, my name is y/n l/n,” I practiced. “I’m here for the interview. Yes, I would like some water, thank you. My biggest weakness? I’m too hard working. No, wait, that’s cliche. And not even true. No, my biggest weakness is.. I usually wake up after 12, and employers don’t generally like that.” I heaved an exasperated sigh. “They’re never going to hire me.”

My intention was to collapse my head into the steering wheel dramatically, but instead I hit the horn with my forehead and scared myself. I sat up straight immediately, and timidly waved an apology at the driver next to me who was now giving me a dirty look.

I reached over to the cup holder to grab my coffee without taking my eyes off the road. The rain was unceasing, and I didn’t want to run the risk. Instead of grabbing the coffee, I hit it with my hand and knocked the entire contents onto the back seat and all over my phone. I looked back just in time to see it light up one last time, the screen glitching and malfunctioning. Then, it turned to black, dead.

“Oh, no! Come on, there’s no way.” My lip quivered threateningly, but I took a very deep breath, stopping any tears that might have come. Looking back to the road, I realized I was drifting into the other lane. Without a thought, I swerved, but lost control on the wet road and went straight into the ditch.

My chest slammed into the steering wheel. I sat in the car for a moment, just waiting. I knew there was nothing I could do, and that what’s done is done, but I still waited. Finally, I got out of the car. I was right in front of a small Mexican restaurant called El Michoacano. Maybe I can use their phone, I thought.

When I entered the restaurant, it was almost completely empty. There were three men sitting in the dining room, each at different tables. Two of them looked like gangster types, and one looked like he could possibly be a chef, with his apron. I walked past them and toward the counter. Another man was back in the kitchen, and it looked like he was cooking something but he had stopped when I came in.

The man was tall. His hair was black, with a single streak of silver. He was dressed in the least conspicuous clothing imaginable. A silk button down with some of those pointy leather shoes.

“Excuse me,” I choked, realizing that there were tears falling down my cheeks. He came over and leaned on the counter.

“Are you okay?”

“I don’t know. I just ran my car into the ditch outside. Do you think I could use your phone to call a mechanic or something?”

“It’s just back here, in the kitchen. Here, this way,” he said, leading me into the kitchen. When I got to the phone, it was one of those old fashioned wall-mounted things. As I dialed the number, I turned back to lean on the wall. With a full view of the dining room, I saw the gangster’s heads both whip around so that they weren’t looking at me.

With a tow truck on the way, I sighed and wiped the mascara off my cheeks.

“I’m sorry about your car,” the man said.

“It’s okay. Nothing I can do now. Thanks for the phone.”

“Hey, take a seat. I just finished some tacos, you want one?” He asked.

“Yeah, thanks.” I sat down, and he followed with two plates and sat down across from me.

“Rough day? I get it. Eat your taco, it’s getting cold,” he said gesturing at the food in front of you.

“So much for my interview,” I said, swallowing a bite of the taco. “Sorry, ignore me. I haven’t had such a good couple of days. Oh, my name is y/n, by the way.”

“My name is Eduardo. Did you say you were looking for a job?”

“Yes, why?” I asked, looking up from my food.

“I’m looking for a server. You think you might be up for it?” He got up and went over to the kitchen, coming back with a paper.

“Fill this out, and bring it back to me,” he said, giving me the application.

“I don’t know what to say. Thank you, Eduardo.”

“Please, call me Lalo.”

“Thank you, Lalo.”

The moment was almost shattered by a contemptuous gaze that one of the men in the dining room was giving Lalo. He pretended like he didn’t see, and continued.

“I think that’s your truck pulling up.”

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It was sort of a plain dress. Black, short sleeved. The skirt went down maybe halfway to my knee. Of course, a small “El Michoacano” was printed over the breast. I flattened the front of my uniform and checked my bag. Yep, I have everything, I thought. Then, I was out the door, down the street, and at the bus stop. My car was taken to the junkyard when I couldn’t pay for the repairs.

“Hey, you made it,” shouted Lalo from the kitchen over the wafting sound of Mexican music. He tossed a towel over his shoulder on his way over to me and turned down the music slightly.

“You excited?”

His enthusiasm was contagious, and I grinned a smile in response.

“Of course I am.”

“Alright, let’s get to it. That guy over there,” he said, pointing at the middle-aged man sitting at a table in the corner. “He’s the chef around here, and honestly, should be training you. But, he doesn’t speak too much english. So, you’re stuck with me.”

“So what should I start with?” I asked, looking around the dining room. It was empty today, excluding the man in the corner.

“I was thinking we’d take a look in the kitchen, see where things are kept. Then, you and I will have a chat about the rules here. You know, it doesn’t usually get too busy around here, so there isn’t much for you to worry about.”

Lalo walked back into the kitchen and showed me the cupboards. He listed off what they contained, and opened some of them to show me.

“The plates and bowls go here,” he said, opening one of them. “Make sure you stack the little bowls on the little bowls and the big ones on the big ones. Don’t mix them.”

“Okay, got it. And the cups..?”

“-Go right here,” he finished swinging another cupboard open. “I don’t expect you to remember all of this. It’s gonna take some time. Don’t hesitate to ask me a question.” He started toward the door to the dining room, tapping my elbow as he passed to tell me to follow. I complied. On the way out, I looked back at the cupboards and silently quizzed myself. Bowls, plates, cups.

“Have a seat,” Lalo said, gesturing toward a chair. I sat down and looked up at him as he sat across from me.

“So you really weren’t lying when you said that it doesn’t get busy in here,” I said looking around at the nearly empty dining room. The man in the corner seemed to be completely in his own world as he read a week-old Mexican newspaper.

“Nah, not really. The guys that were in here last week? They’ll be back in…” he checked his watch. “About an hour or so.”

“What, are they regulars or something?” I asked, remembering the odd way they seemed to be together but sat at different tables.

“That’s what I wanted to talk to you about. So, you’ll notice people coming in and out of here a bit. You’ll know what I mean when you see it. There’s not many rules here, but the one you need to remember is this.” he leaned in closer as he continued. “Don’t worry about them. You don’t even need to take their order. Just stay back and leave them alone.”

He said it all in a calm, even tone. His eyes were fixed on mine the whole time, and they didn’t move.

“Who are they?”

“Friends.” The tension in the air as he said those words was so tight you could have cut it with a knife. His expression was so deadly serious, and he had this way of perfectly controlling the emotions of his words as he said them.

“The tough looking guy sitting in the back yesterday? His name is Nacho. You’ll get to know him eventually, but he’s a little shy. The other one is Domingo. I’m sure he’ll introduce himself when he gets here.”

Suddenly, Lalo leaned back and broke the tension in half with a smile.

“That’s my little lecture. Bored yet?”

“Not yet.”

“You don’t talk much, do you?”

“Really? You think I don’t talk much?” As I said that, I realized my mouth was sort of dry. “Usually people tell me I’m a chatterbox.”

“I’ll have to see that to believe it,” he laughed. “It’s about noon. You hungry? Another perk of this job. Free food.”

Without even waiting for my affirmation, he was back in the kitchen and the music was turned up again. Determined to make myself useful, I followed.

“Want help?” I called over the music.

He turned around from the tomatoes he was chopping, surprised.

“Yeah, you can do this,” he said, pointing to the chopping board. “There’s some lettuce over there, and the steak will need to be chopped too. I have to cook the meat first, so I’ll give it to you once I’m done.”

I got going, messily dicing the tomatoes. I tried my hardest to make them all at least even shapes and sizes, and I did decently okay for someone who has absolutely to idea what they’re doing. With the blade of the knife, I slid the tomatoes to the side of the board and took up the lettuce.

Lalo was, to say the least, enthusiastic about his cooking. He was loudly singing along to the music on the radio, and his excitement was spreading to me. Even if I didn’t know the words, I was singing along with him. It was impossible not to.

As Lalo warmed the tortillas on the frying pan, he was passing them to me and I was building the tacos.

“This is something I need to do again,” I said as we carried the plates out into the dining room.

“I can show you a thing or two about cooking, if you want. Like I said, there’s not a whole lot that needs to be done around here. You’re gonna have a lot of free time.”

The door to El Michoacano swung open, and in walked one of the men I saw yesterday. Lalo walked up to him and clapped him on the back.

“Ocho loco, you remember this girl from last week?” He looked at me and smiled slightly.

“Hi, I’m Domingo,” he said, shaking my hand.

“Y/n,” I responded. Lalo handed him the plate in his hand.

“Here, this is for you, made especially by y/n,” Lalo said with a cheeky smile in my direction.

“Oh come on, I barely helped.”

“Thanks, y/n,” said Domingo, walking over to the table he was sitting at the other day.

“Does he always sit there?” I whispered to Lalo as we sat down at the table closest to the counter.

“Yeah. Remember what I said earlier? About leaving them alone? That goes for Domingo too.”

“So, you want to me to like, ignore him when he comes in?”

He laughed and said “No, nothing like that. Just don’t go up and bother him while he’s working. And don’t eavesdrop. Especially don’t eavesdrop.”

I sat in silence and ate my taco, mulling over what he’d said. ‘Don’t eavesdrop’? What was that supposed to mean? What could Domingo and the other guy, Nacho, was it? What could they be doing that was so secretive?

I jolted my head up when I heard the door swing open again, this time with more force.

“What’s up Nacho,” Domingo greeted the man walking in.

He didn’t even look in my direction. He walked straight to the table he was at last time I saw him and sat down.

“He’s like that,” Lalo whispered to me. “Nachito, come say hi to the new waitress,” he said, raising his tone.

Nacho turned his head toward me and simply said “Hi.” I could tell he already didn’t like me, but I couldn’t tell why. Suddenly, I remembered the look he gave to Lalo when he offered me the application.

“Why don’t you sweep the kitchen floor? The broom is back there,” he said, waving his hand toward the kitchen but not looking away from Nacho.

I followed his orders, but the strongest sense of suspicion guided me toward the kitchen.

This is when I broke my first rule. I stood as close as I could to the door so I could hear what they were saying. Lalo’s eyes followed me toward the kitchen and watched me carefully before he got up and sat directly next to Nacho and started speaking very quickly and quietly in Spanish.

I risked a look up at the pair, trying to figure out what they were saying from their expressions. Nacho was sitting cross-armed and looking up at Lalo with a quirked eyebrow. Words were exchanged, but the only ones I could pick out were “quieres” and “tienes”, “you want” and “you have” respectively. Unsurprisingly, these were some of the only Spanish words I knew.

Lalo was leaned forward on the table, his gaze fixated on the man across from him.

“Compredes?” He said at last. “Understand?”

“Sí, Lalo,” Nacho responded. I leaned my broom against the wall and came back into the dining room. Domingo was just sitting still, staring directly at the wall. He had the look of someone who had just sat through a very uncomfortable conversation. Lalo sighed and patted Nacho rather aggressively on the shoulder. Then I heard tires on the pavement outside, and a giant truck pulled up outside the restaurant.

“Y/N, you can do some stocking in the cupboards. There’s not much work for you out here.”

I had the distinct impression that this was going to be one of those times in which I should not be eavesdropping. I disappeared into the pantry behind the kitchen and tried to ignore the man walking in as much as possible.

That was the rest of the day. I hid in the back while men came in and out of the restaurant, from time to time Lalo would ask how I was or what I was getting up to. No customers came in. Not one. The bus ride home felt so much longer than the one there. My mind was racing with ideas as to what could be going on there.

No matter what I thought of, the same thought kept returning to me. Something dark must be going on, and somehow I had gotten caught up in it.

***************

“Why don’t you sweep the kitchen floor? The broom is back there,” I said. I studied Nacho carefully. Out of my peripheral, I saw her hesitate and then turn around. I turned to watch her leave, double checking to see that she was out of earshot before snapping my head back toward Nacho.

“You know exactly why I hired her,” I hissed softly in Spanish.

“I meant you should hire someone connected, not an outsider! Someone’s daughter or niece. You don’t even know this girl, she could be an FBI agent,” Nacho retorted, wrinkling his nose in distaste. The corners of my lips twitched upward.

“I’ve been following her since she first stepped foot in this building. Believe me, she isn’t FBI. I didn’t choose her at random. The look of pure desperation on her face told me she needed money, fast. She’d do anything for it. She won’t tell, believe me.” Nacho raised an eyebrow at me, a frown forming on his face.

“I’m just saying that you shouldn’t put your trust into someone who you don’t even know. She has no reason to be loyal to us. She could turn at any minute.”

“I have a plan,” I said simply, looking back at the girl. She was staring very decidedly at the floor where she was sweeping.

“What’s that, then?”

“All in good time, Nachito,” I smiled at him. “But now, you must be civil to her. I don’t care if you don’t like her, you must be polite, comprendes?”

Nacho sighed and responded “Sí, Lalo.”

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kalolasfantasyworld · 11 months ago

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The birdies at the wedding 🕊️

A little one shot posted for 3000 hits!

Summary:

Helena, Nozel, Heinry, Noureen and Natalia attend the wedding of Asta and Noelle.

Just lots of fluff, pretty descriptions, spanglish and some silly jokes 💕

Yes, there is an illustration 🩵

Type: One shot

Word count: 2800

Author's note:

I mention other people's OCs. (Literally mentions, but I couldn't stop myself 😁.) They belong to @lyranova @thoughtfullyrainynightmare and @loosesodamarble.

The ceremony at Asta and Noelle’s wedding was simply beautiful. Helena could come up with multiple astounding adjectives to describe it, but she was sure that even all of them complied could not reflect on how she was feeling. She bawled her eyes out and was loudly sobbing, while using a handkerchief to wipe away her never ending tears of joy.

Her children two nine year old boys Heinry and Noureen, and Natalia a three year old little girl would point out her emotional state.

“Mama, why are you crying?” Heinry pulled on her dress. “Papa do something!” He would then bother Nozel, who just smiled softly and stayed quiet as all of them should have done through out the ceremony.

After Asta and Noelle spoke their vows and finally said the long awaited ‘Yes’, the party was moved from the great chapel to the Silva Estate ballroom. As the Lady of the house it was Helena’s job to have it meticulously prepared. She obviously poured her heart out and countless hours at that, towards reaching her goal. The grand hall was lavishly decorated with white, pink, purple and blue flower bouquets, garlands, lights and all possible accessories. However it was not too much, just the perfect amount to not let anyone feel overwhelmed, but allow them to appreciate the interior. Helena cared for the good name of House Silva and she continued to fulfil that playful promise she had made to Nozel years ago, about pouring her dignified strength and giving her best for the prosperity and reputation of their House. Theirs. And now Asta joined the Silva family too.

The newlyweds sat at a rectangular table, which was specially raised on a platform, so that everyone could see them. Kahono as Noelle’s bride’s maid and Yuno as Asta’s best man, sat on both of their sides. Next to Yuno there was one additional seat prepared for his fiancé Neva, but she disappeared somewhere within the crowd and had yet to join them.

Helena and her familia were seated at the table to the right from the newlyweds. Next to them sat Solara and Fuegoleon with their own three cubs. They were engaged in some pleasant conversations and Fuego was completely drowning in the mesmerising green eyes of his wife. Helena watched them fondly, happy that everything seemed to have fallen in its right place.

She turned towards her three birdies, whose sight filled her with joy and pride only a mother could understand and smiled. Noureen was fidgeting with the high neck of the white jabot that he was wearing. It contrasted with his pastel red, sleeveless blazer and chocolate brown strands of hair, that fell onto his shoulders. Under the blazer he wore a white shirt with golden bands gripping it at his wrists. Matching pants were straight pleat and golden sandals finished of his look. The red cross flory fitchy earring in his right ear proudly stated, which house he belonged to. Although everybody could probably guess it anyway, because his hair was styled almost exactly as Nozel’s. And those eyes of his, they were lilac, just like nana Acier’s and his papa’s.

Heinry wore the exact same outfit, just that the accents were baby blue and the earring was on his left ear. He looked like a miniature copy of Nozel with his silver hair styled in an eagle like manner. However only looked, because when it came to his behaviour, nothing could scream louder the energetic atmosphere of the Drazels.

Natalia sat on the other side of the table in a raised seat specially prepared for a three year old. Her silver hair was getting longer and it was neatly styled in soft waves. The dark brown eyes of the girl were excited as she tried manoeuvring towards her mouth a piece of duck using a small fork. Helena worried that she would drop it on her soft lilac dress and then they would need to leave the party to get her changed. Thankfully Nozel was there to save the day. With a flick of his fingers he created some mercury protecting the fabric.

Classical ballroom music was being played by the band and Kahono, now a kingdom wide star, sang a love song for the newlyweds. Helena was immersed into the sound. She felt excitement rise in her chest and she knew, she wanted to join the dance.

Helena turned towards her husband and a her lips formed a beautiful smile.

“Would you like to dance mi amor?” She asked in a sweet tone.

“I’m good,” Nozel answered flatly and focused on the roast duck, that was in front of him, completely not noticing an annoyed expression on his wife’s face. He had to not realise, that she was just asking out of courtesy.

Helena furrowed her brows and huffed.

“Are you suuure?” She elongated the word and made Nozel look up. His eyebrows raised and lilac eyes were questioning.

“I want to finish this dish,” he said. “You know it’s my favorite.”

Yes Helena was aware, but she wished to be selfish and dance now.

“Papa helps me eat,” Natalia crinkled her tiny nose and now that it was two against one Helena knew she lost. Daddy’s girl was taking his side, since her youngest years.

“I would like to dance with you mama,” Heinry jumped of his seat and approached her. He respectfully bowed down and then reached his hand towards her. The little prince, that he was, knew all the required etiquette and was pristine with his manners. Lilac eyes flashed confidently and Helena chuckled softly reaching out to her son.

“At least someone knows how to be a gentleman,” she grinned at her husband, who just rolled his eyes affectionately, before once again swooping in to save Natalia’s dress. “What if you just feed her?” Helena added.

“I can… myself,” Natalia found the right word and furrowed her brows, while gripping harder onto the fork, that she was holding. She was a smart three year old and certainly a feisty one. Wonder where she got that from?

“You heard our hija,” Nozel proudly gazed at his daughter.

Helena could not help the fond expression, that appeared on her face. Nozel was a great dad, despite his countless worries, that he was going to be an awful one, like his own father was. However both of them pushed through, they made mistakes, they learned from them and they did all of this together, supporting one another. Now the three little birdies were growing up in a warm and happy environment, something Nozel’s childhood was lacking after his own mother had passed away.

Helena was pulled out of her thoughts by Heinry, not so sophistically dragging her towards the dance floor. He was very excited. When the next song began to play, she let her son lead her and even though he would make tiny mistakes, and slip from time to time, Helena knew that he was doing his best and it was all that mattered.

When Kahono finished singing they moved slightly to the side, but did not leave the dance floor yet. Helena smiled at Heinry and he responded in the same way, flashing his white teeth. ‘That’s my niño,’ she thought.

Suddenly somebody ran up to them and grabbed Helena’s dress hiding behind her.

“Woah, Noureen!” Helena exclaimed startled. “What are you doing hijo?”

He poked out his nose, so only the upper part of his face and frantically searching lilac eyes were visible.

“Tia Noelle wants to dance with me,” he whispered determined. “I’m running away.”

“Yhm,” Helena nodded and furrowed her brows at him. “And you think you will find shelter, while grabbing my dress?”

“Yeees?” Noureen raised his brow and Heinry chuckled, which earned him a poked out tongue from his exactly twenty four minutes younger brother.

“Hijo,” Helena smiled and pulled his small hands off her dress. She then turned around to face him and knelt down so they would be levelled. Helena reached out her palm and pressed it to her son’s cheek. Noureen nuzzled into it and she smiled, noticing right away how similarly to Nozel he behaved. “It is tia Noelle’s wedding day. She doesn’t want to dance with you to make you miserable, but to share her joy with her nephew,” Helena’s voice was tender. “Consider it a little gift you can give to her. I know you want tia to be happy.”

“I do,” he nodded motivated, “but what if I trip and then ruin her dress?” Noureen asked. “She looks very beautiful, tio Asta just can’t take his eyes of her.”

“My sweet hijo,” Helena looked at him lovingly. “It will be alright. You know how to dance and if you trip, that’s simply it. It will be just fine.”

“Tia won’t get angry?” Noureen blinked his lilac eyes.

“I don’t think there’s anything, that could ruin her mood today,” Helena winked and tapped his pointy nose. Her son softly giggled. “So go on now. Ask tia Noelle to dance.”

Noureen nodded determined and ran off towards the woman of the night. Helena and Heinry watched them for a minute, before deciding to head back to their table.

How surprised they were when the only ones present were Cyraleona and Eleonora Vermillon. Their parents and their brother were gone mingling, or dancing, while Nozel and Natalia were nowhere to be found.

Helena furrowed her brows. Where could these two had gone off to?

“Maybe papa did not manage to save Natalia’s dress and they went to change?” Heinry said out loud.

“Probably,” Helena nodded and looked at him. “Since they’re not here would you like to dance again?”

“Mama,” he groaned annoyed. “You know I have to ask you that. I’m practicing being a gentleman.”

“You already are one,” Helena chuckled, but let Heinry ask her again. Court etiquette practice was always welcomed, while being raised in a Royal family.

However as they moved towards the dance floor and then began swaying to yet another waltz, something drew Helena’s attention. Between the swirling dresses and moving legs, Helena noticed a familiar glint of silver. She guided Heinry towards it, walking past a pair, who Helena recognised as Josele and Nacht Faust, and then abruptly stopped, because her heart could not take the emotion, that it was experiencing.

Helena smiled and watched the view in front of her, while the warm feeling inside of her chest bubbled joyfully.

Just a few meters away Nozel and Natalia were dancing. However since their daughter was so small he had to lean down towards her in order to support her. Natalia’s movements were clumsy and she did not know the steps, so Nozel let her step on his feet, and with each move of his, she had no other choice but follow. Two dark orbs were staring and trying to analyse the dance, while brows furrowed determined. Silver hair beautifully framed her plump cheeks as she pouted. Her lilac dress, surprisingly without any stains on it, fluttered behind her.

Nozel was smiling, softly, because this was his way and Helena knew, that it was the most genuine expression, that he could have. His gaze was filled with love as he guided his little girl and lilac eyes were watching, taking in her view. Nozel looked amazing himself and Helena could proudly admit, that to her taste, he was the most handsome man at the party. He wore a blue, long sleeved blazer with sophisticated golden accents and a white jabot, but it started lower on his neck, beneath the part, where his golden collar used to be. A Silva cross was attached to the jabot at the centre beneath the soft feathery neckline. The vest underneath the blazer was white and his pants were pressed pleat, like those his sons wore. Silver hair was styled in the eagle like pushed back and up hairstyle and the strands at the front were braided. However it was just this official occasion. Everyday he would have them loose, because he no longer needed the reminder of his past. He would clasp the blue Silva pendant only on occasions, such as this one, which required the ‘Nozel Silva’ look.

He had to feel her stare, because Nozel looked up at her and Helena’s heart beat faster. She smiled genuinely and felt a soft blush spread over her cheeks. How she loved him and the family they had created.

“Natalia really can’t dance,” Heinry commented and pulled Helena out of her thoughts.

“Oh shush. They’re doing amazing,” she quieted him, but her tone was fond.

They came back to the dance themselves, but then Heinry grinned at her.

“What if we do a switch?” He asked. “I can teach Natalia a little bit and you would dance with papa?”

“Heinry,” Helena chuckled. “Do you think I need a wingman to dance with my own husband?”

“Well mama,” he shrugged. “You kind of failed earlier.”

“I won’t this time,” she deflected.

When the song ended they approached Nozel and Natalia. Helena smiled fondly and swept her gaze over them. Just as she was about to speak up and ask her husband to dance, Natalia reached out her little arm and grabbed onto his palm, pulling him down towards herself. Her fingers looked so small compared to his. She leaned in and whispered something to his ear.

Nozel slowly closed his eyes and then delicately nodded, before ruffling her hair. Natalia squeaked excited and let him stand up.

“May I have this dance Helena?” Nozel reached out his hand toward her.

She gracefully took it and let him lead her just few steps away from their children. They did not want to loose sight of them, especially the three year old in this filled with people ballroom. So only when Heinry and Natalia began to dance, the gazes of their parents went towards one another.

“Keeping secrets from me again mi amor?” Helena playfully quirked her brow as Nozel pulled her closer and began leading her to the music.

“Would you like me to spill them?” He asked flatly and when Helena nodded, he shook his head. “I can’t violate the sacred father-daughter trust.”

Helena pouted.

“So I’m going to be left in the dark, when it comes to your whispers?” She fluttered her lashes.

“Maybe,” Nozel stated. “Although I suppose you will get it out of Natalia after making her surrender in a tickle war.”

“I am the best at tickle wars,” Helena laughed.

“I am aware,” he deadpanned and just to tease him Helena moved forwards. “Don’t you dare,” he furrowed his brows and it made her chuckle even more.

“Oh you know I wouldn’t do anything, while we’re in public. Nobody will know the tricks that señora Silva has up her sleeve,” Helena winked.

“They don’t acknowledge how much of a devil you are with these,” Nozel stated in a serious tone.

“No captain,” she corrected him and her tone changed to seductive. “I’m a devil in some other settings, only known to you,” she purred.

“Helena,” he hissed, but could not hide the gentle, fond expression on his face.

“I love you,” Helena grinned and Nozel just rolled his eyes.

“I love you too,” he gazed at her deeply, “but you are annoying.”

“And I will gladly annoy you for the rest of our days,” she said.

“Keep your promise.”

The song ended and Helena very reluctantly pulled away from Nozel. Two of their kids were nearby and she noticed further away Noureen bowing to Noelle, before she took her new husband’s hand. Asta’s green eyes were focused on her this entire time and seemed very excited to dance with his gorgeous bride.

“After the next song you should ask Noelle to dance with you,” Helena inquired.

“I will,” Nozel nodded and looked at his sister proudly. “She’s come so far and became very strong. I am happy for her.”

“Oi watch out,” Helena grinned and he quirked his silver brows at her. “Your caring side is showing so much today, that some may even think the real Nozel Silva has been kidnapped.”

He narrowed his eyes.

“You actually think you’re funny?” Nozel asked irritated.

“And that’s how I know you’re my husband,” she giggled.

Soon the song ended and Nozel was about to go ask Noelle to dance, while Helena and their children would head to the table. However at the last second Nozel stopped her and looked her in the eyes.

“I love you Helena and you look beautiful this evening, just like you do everyday,” he said and it caught her by surprise how out of the blue it was. Despite being married for years, she flushed and her heart picked up its pace. “Save me the next dance, because I want to show off to everyone my amazing wife.”

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simpforchuchu · 2 years ago

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Hi, how are u? I reader Hyuga x reader x SWORD, and I LOVED it! Now I'm imagining possible moments betwwen the reader and Hyuga, and reader and other SWORD leaders/members and Amamya Brothers. Also, their reaction to her and hyuga interactions. Anyway, I wanted to say that I really love your writing and content. And sorry for any errors, English isn't my main language and this is literally the first post I write on tumblr and I don't know what I'm doing hahaha.

Hyuga x reader x SWORD | Part2

a/n: Hii! It's been really a long time huh ? I explained myself before maybe you have seen it :') But anyways... sorry again. Actually i've deleted almost all of my old requests but i kept a few of them cause i want to write that topics too. And this was one of them xjkdkd And thank you so much for your compliments too, love ya 🥰 Sorry it is really short but I hope you like it :') ♥️

Warnings: blood

After a not too long drive, Daruma cars and Rascal motorcycles stopped in front of the designated warehouse. Hyuga turned to the young woman who had been watching for a while and smiled when he saw her so tired that her eyes nearly closed.

"Hey, we need to go inside." He said it softly and Y/n looked up at Hyuga and nodded. As Hyuga got out of the car, Koo and Kaito approached the car and extended his hand to the young woman.

Y/n looked at the hand outstretched to her in surprise, still distrusting anyone so she was nervous. Hyuga came to the other side of the car and put his hand on y/n's uninjured shoulder and smiled at her.

"I don't really like them either, but they're pretty reliable for women"

Koo rolled his eyes and smiled at the young woman again at what Hyuga said mockingly.

"We're here to protect you y/n-san. We know you're injured so let me help you walk please."

Y/n nodded and took the hand that was extended to her. Koo was about to smile and support the young woman when she staggered before she could even take a step. Koo quickly grabbed the young woman tightly.

"I was talking about this y/n-san. Are you okay?"

Y/n nodded and started walking with support from the man holding her. Hyuga was also carefully watching the young woman.

She wasn't very bulky, she looked rather slender and weak. Her hair was disheveled and there were bloodstains on her clothes. But her gaze… her gaze was very different.

When they entered the warehouse, everyone in the warehouse turned to the door. Y/n struggled to continue walking even though she was uncomfortable with so many people looking at her.

The other leaders looked at the young woman with confidence.

Rocky was angry when he saw her injured and weak, he was angered by some people hurting a young woman like this. Murayama stared in surprise and admiration. The young woman was very beautiful, but he knew she was older than him, so he had to be respectful.

Pi and Takeshi looked seriously up and down with the familiar face. She seemed worse than the last time they saw her, it must have been hard living the fugitive life.

Cobra, on the other hand, smiled as soon as y/n walked in, thinking she might be scared.So he wanted to appear as sincere as he could so she could trust them.

The Amamiya Brothers were the same as always. Hiroto coldly stared at the woman he saw in the photograph, while Masaki offered a stupid smile.

After Koo and y/n, Hyuga entered the warehouse and shouted

"Oi, where's the doctor? Her wound is bleeding, it needs to be bandaged as soon as possible."

When Rocky looked at Kizzy, Kizzy pointed to the man next to him.

"The doctor is here, Koo-san this way please."

Koo walked over to the chairs in the middle of the warehouse and helped y/n sit down. Y/n nodded her head and tried to take off her jacket, failing, Hyuga rolled his eyes and approached her.

"Okay, let me-"

He slowly helped the young woman take off her jacket and frowned when he saw that y/n's arm was a pool of blood. Y/n was looking straight at him.

Hyuga sat across from her and the doctor looked at the young woman's arm.

"What the hell did you do to your arm?"

Y/n muttered quietly

"I took the bullet myself"

Y/n rolled her eyes as the doctor's eyes widened.

"You're lucky you didn't die, miss"

Y/n grinned at what was said and muttered

"Yes, I am very lucky".

Hyuga, on the other hand, smiled at the young woman's mocking demeanor. He thought there was something about her that attracted him...

#high and low #high&low #high and low fic #oya high #hnl #oyakoh #oya high school #darumaikka #daruma #hyuganorihisa #hyuga #white rascals #rocky #chuchufics

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crazyforkasey-blog · 3 months ago

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I will always find you

Ok first of all thank you so much to everyone who has reblogged or liked my post. I am pretty overwhelmed with all the attention, most of all on my old story when we met, because its an old story and I think I made every mistake a fiction writer can do.

Just to let you know, my request in box is open, I only write for BOB, because I only watched MOTA once and I never watched the Pacific

I would love to hear from you, good or bad, I mostly just write for myself, because I love it and if you guys enjoy my stories to that is just a big gigantic bonus

Hugs from Denmark

Chapter 11

The soft light from the convent in Rachamps was streaming softly through the windows. I was standing outside looking up at the stars in the clear winter night. I had seen Easy company arrive about 15 minutes after my squad and I had arrived in town. I was pondering if I should go inside and seek out Nix or if I should stay outside and wait for someone to step out so I could sneak in.

Just as I made up my mind the door opened and Speirs stepped out, he turned his head and caught sight of me.

“Anna is inside, she is sleeping, but I bet she would love to see you” he said and disappeared into the shadows.

So I opened the door to the convent church and stepped in. The sight that met me was one of battled hardened men sitting in the pews. All of them had the distant starre in their eyes, the look that only men who had seen comrades in arm get wounded or killed possessed.

The only consolation they had at that moment was that they were going to spend the night inside for the first time in a month.

My eyes searched for Anna and she was sitting in a pew towards the back of the church. Her eyes were closed and her head rested gently on Luz’s shoulder. I walked down the rows of pews and the men greeted me with soft “Evening” “or good to see you”

I sat down next to Anna and she opened her eyes “God it’s good to see you” she said

“Yeah you too” I said

We sat in silence for a moment and then she asked if I had seen Nixon yet, I told her that I hadn’t but that I had just met Speirs on my way out of the church, the soft smile on her lips confirmed that the two of them finally had talked and that things were good between them. Well it only took a year, but my friend was finally happy.

Letting myself relax for the first time in days I fell asleep

Nixon

After finishing debriefing I left HQ and decided to check on Speirs and Lipton. I met Speirs who was on his way to HQ, I just greeted him with a salute. I wandered over to the church and when I entered the church I saw Jo sitting in a pew next to Anna. I could tell she was sleeping, her relaxed posture and her slightly slack jaw gave her away. I stopped and had a brief conversation with Lipton and congratulated him on his upcoming promotion, before I made my way over to Jo. When I reached her I sat down next to her and pulled her into my lap, she stirred slightly, but didn’t wake and I hugged her gently into my chest, enjoying having her close to me. I sat there holding her for an hour and I felt relaxed and warm for the first time in what felt like forever. The time in the Bois Jaques felt like a distant memory, even though I knew the experience of it all would haunt me forever. Jo stirred in my lap and she opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. The eyes that had haunted my dreams since I first met her had changed over the past year, the innocent look was gone, replaced by a dark that almost shattered my soul.

I just pulled her closer and kissed her temple and wished we could stay just like that forever.

“I love you” I whispered to her

“I love you” She whispered back

Waking up in Nix’s arms felt like heaven. I could feel a rare peace deep in my soul and I just snuggled closer to him.

Next to us were Speirs and Anna who were whispering words of comfort to each other. I was jealous Anna would get to stay with her man, while I knew I had to leave. Rumors said that the 506th would be pulled back to France for some much needed relaxation, while I was on my way to Alsace. The allies needed to find a way over the Rhine and me and my merry men and I had been tasked with finding just that.

I opened my mouth to tell Nix that I would have to leave soon and in that same second the door to the church opened and a whistle sounded. Nix just kissed my temple and let go of me and I picked up my Thompson and left.

Nix

The bubble we were in bursted when a whistle sounded and I knew I had to let her go. I didn’t know when I would see her again or even if, but knowing Jo she would find a way.

#band of brothers fanfic #band of brothers imagine #band of brothers fic #band of brothers imagines #lewis nixon #band of brother x reader

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religion-is-a-mental-illness · 2 years ago

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My "Aha Moment" happened because of a package of hamburger meat. I asked my husband to stop by the store to pick up a few things for dinner, and when he got home, he plopped the bag on the counter. I started pulling things out of the bag, and realized he'd gotten the 70/30 hamburger meat - which means it's 70% lean and 30% fat.

I asked, "What's this?"

"Hamburger meat," he replied, slightly confused.

"You didn't get the right kind," I said.

"I didn't?" He replied with his brow furrowed. " Was there some other brand you wanted or something?"

"No. You're missing the point, " I said. "You got the 70/30. I always get at least the 80/20."

He laughed. "Oh. That's all? I thought I'd really messed up or something."

That's how it started. I launched into him. I berated him for not being smarter. Why would he not get the more healthy option? Did he even read the labels? Why can't I trust him? Do I need to spell out every little thing for him in minute detail so he gets it right? Also, and the thing I was probably most offended by, why wasn't he more observant? How could he not have noticed over the years what I always get? Does he not pay attention to anything I do?

As he sat there, bearing the brunt of my righteous indignation and muttering responses like, "I never noticed," "I really don't think it's that big of a deal," and "I'll get it right next time," I saw his face gradually take on an expression that I'd seen on him a lot in recent years. It was a combination of resignation and demoralization. He looked eerily like our son does when he gets chastised. That's when it hit me. "Why am I doing this? I'm not his mom."

I suddenly felt terrible. And embarrassed for myself. He was right. It really wasn't anything to get bent out of shape over. And there I was doing just that. Over a silly package of hamburger meat that he dutifully picked up from the grocery store just like I asked. If I had specific requirements, I should have been clearer. I didn't know how to gracefully extract myself from the conversation without coming across like I have some kind of split personality, so I just mumbled something like, "Yeah. I guess we'll make do with this. I'm going to start dinner."

He seemed relieved it was over and he left the kitchen.

And then I sat there and thought long and hard about what I'd just done. And what I'd been doing to him for years, probably. The "hamburger meat moment," as I've come to call it, certainly wasn't the first time I scolded him for not doing something the way I thought it should be done. He was always putting something away in the wrong place. Or leaving something out. Or neglecting to do something altogether. And I was always right there to point it out to him.

Why do I do that? How does it benefit me to constantly belittle my husband? The man that I've taken as my partner in life. The father of my children. The guy I want to have by my side as I grow old. Why do I do what women are so often accused of, and try to change the way he does every little thing? Do I feel like I'm accomplishing something? Clearly not if I feel I have to keep doing it. Why do I think it's reasonable to expect him to remember everything I want and do it just that way? The instances in which he does something differently, does it mean he's wrong? When did "my way" become "the only way?" When did it become okay to constantly correct him and lecture him and point out every little thing I didn't like as if he were making some kind of mistake?

And how does it benefit him? Does it make him think, "Wow! I'm sure glad she was there to set me straight?" I highly doubt it. He probably feels like I'm harping on him for no reason whatsoever. And it I'm pretty sure it makes him think his best approach in regards to me is to either stop doing things around the house, or avoid me altogether.

Two cases in point. #1. I recently found a shard of glass on the kitchen floor. I asked him what happened. He said he broke a glass the night before. When I asked why he didn't tell me, he said, "I just cleaned it up and threw it away because I didn't want you to have a conniption fit over it." #2. I was taking out the trash and found a pair of blue tube socks in the bin outside. I asked him what happened and why he'd thrown them away. He said, "They accidentally got in the wash with my jeans. Every time I put in laundry, you feel the need to remind me not to mix colors and whites. I didn't want you to see them and reinforce your obvious belief that I don't know how to wash clothes after 35 years."

So it got to the point where he felt it was a better idea — or just plain easier — to cover things up than admit he made a human error. What kind of environment have I created where he feels he's not allowed to make mistakes?

And let's look at these "offenses": A broken glass. A pair of blue tube socks. Both common mistakes that anyone could have made. But he was right. Regarding the glass, I not only pointed out his clumsiness for breaking it, but also due to the shard I found, his sad attempt at cleaning it up. As for the socks, even though he'd clearly stated it was an accident, I gave him a verbal lesson about making sure he pays more attention when he's sorting clothes. Whenever any issues like this arise, he'll sit there and take it for a little bit, but always responds in the end with something like, "I guess it just doesn't matter that much to me."

I know now that what he means is, "this thing that has you so upset is a small detail, or a matter of opinion, or a preference, and I don't see why you're making it such a big deal." But from my end I came to interpret it over time that he didn't care about my happiness or trying to do things the way I think they should be done. I came to view it like "this guy just doesn't get it." I am clearly the brains of this operation.

I started thinking about what I'd observed with my friends' relationships, and things my girlfriends would complain about regarding their husbands, and I realized that I wasn't alone. Somehow, too many women have fallen into the belief that Wife Always Knows Best. There's even a phrase to reinforce it: "Happy wife, happy life." That doesn't leave a lot of room for his opinions, does it?

It's an easy stereotype to buy into. Look at the media. Movies, TV, advertisements - they're all filled with images of hapless husbands and clever wives. He can't cook. He can't take care of the kids. If you send him out to get three things, he'll come back with two — and they'll both be wrong. We see it again and again.

What this constant nagging and harping does is send a message to our husbands that says "we don't respect you. We don't think you're smart enough to do things right. We expect you to mess up. And when you do, you'll be called out on it swiftly and without reservation." Given this kind of negative reinforcement over time, he feels like nothing he can do is right (in your eyes). If he's confident with himself and who he is, he'll come to resent you. If he's at all unsure about himself, he'll start to believe you, and it becomes a self-fulfilling prophecy. Neither one is a desirable, beneficial outcome to you, him or the marriage.

Did my husband do the same to me? Just as I'm sure there are untold numbers of women who don't ever do this kind of thing to their husbands, I'm sure there are men who do it to their wives too. But I don't think of it as a typical male characteristic. As I sat and thought about it, I realized my husband didn't display the same behavior toward me. I even thought about some of the times I really did make mistakes. The time I backed into the gate and scratched the car? He never said a word about it. The time I was making dinner, got distracted by a call from my mom, and burned it to cinders? He just said, "We can just order a pizza." The time I tried to put the new patio furniture together and left his good tools out in the rain? "Accidents happen," was his only response.

I shuddered to think what I would have said had the shoe been on the other foot and he'd made those mistakes.

So is he just a better person than me? Why doesn't he bite my head off when I don't do things the way he likes? I'd be a fool to think it doesn't happen. And yet I don't remember him ever calling me out on it. It doesn't seem he's as intent as changing the way I do things. But why?

Maybe I should take what's he always said at face value. The fact that these little things "really don't matter that much to him" is not a sign that he's lazy, or that he's incapable of learning, or that he just doesn't give a damn about what I want. Maybe to him, the small details are not that important in his mind — and justifiably so. They're not the kinds of things to start fights over. They're not the kinds of things he needs to change about me. It certainly doesn't make him dumb or inept. He's just not as concerned with some of the minutia as I am. And it's why he doesn't freak out when he's on the other side of the fence.

The bottom line in all this is that I chose this man as my partner. He's not my servant. He's not my employee. He's not my child. I didn't think he was stupid when I married him - otherwise I wouldn't have. He doesn't need to be reprimanded by me because I don't like the way he does some things.

When I got to that point mentally, it then made me start thinking about all the good things about him. He's intelligent. He's a good person. He's devoted. He's awesome with the kids. And he does always help around the house. (Just not always to my liking!) Even more, not only does he refrain from giving me grief when I make mistakes or do things differently than him, he's always been very agreeable to my way of doing things. And for the most part, if he notices I prefer to do something a certain way, he tries to remember it in the future. Instead of focusing on those wonderful things, I just harped on the negative. And again, I know I'm not alone in this.

If we keep attempting to make our husbands feel small, or foolish, or inept because they occasionally mess up (and I use that term to also mean "do things differently than us"), then eventually they're going to stop trying to do things. Or worse yet, they'll actually come to believe those labels are true.

In my case it's my husband of 12+ years I'm talking about. The same man who thanklessly changed my car tire in the rain. The guy who taught our kids to ride bikes. The person who stayed with me at the hospital all night when my mom was sick. The man who has always worked hard to make a decent living and support his family.

He knows how to change the oil in the car. He can re-install my computer's operating system. He lifts things for me that are too heavy and opens stuck jar lids. He shovels the sidewalk. He can put up a ceiling fan. He fixes the toilet when it won't stop running. I can't (or don't) do any of those things. And yet I give him grief about a dish out of place. He's a good man who does a lot for me, and doesn't deserve to be harassed over little things that really don't matter in the grand scheme of things.

Since my revelation, I try to catch myself when I start to nag. I'm not always 100% consistent, but I know I've gotten a lot better. And I've seen that one little change make a big improvement in our relationship. Things seem more relaxed. We seem to be getting along better. It think we're both starting to see each other more as trusted partners, not adversarial opponents at odds with each other in our day-to-day existence. I've even come to accept that sometimes his way of doing things may be better!

It takes two to make a partnership. No one is always right and no one is always wrong. And you're not always going to see eye-to-eye on every little thing. It doesn't make you smarter, or superior, or more right to point out every little thing he does that's not to your liking. Ladies, remember, it's just hamburger meat.

What socially acceptable abuse looks like.

#control freaks #coercive control #domestic abuse #abused men #husband abuse #casual abuse #socially acceptable abuse #abusive women #religion is a mental illness

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Firefly Chapter Forty-Five

Present Day

The snow was hard to trudge through in some areas. It made us slower and tired us out. I convinced Joel to take breaks more often so we wouldn't overwork ourselves. There were towns we had to bypass due to unfriendly people. A city we had to find a way around completely because the infected took up residence. But there further west we got the less infected we saw. There was nothing but fields and mountains for miles and miles out here. We had been walking for a few hours when we stumbled upon a small cabin. It was clear that someone lived there because there was smoke coming from the chimney and there were animal hides hung up outside.

When we walked over, Joel decided to sneak in because knocking is apparently not an option anymore. An older woman sat in a chair in the living area of the small cabin. She was a sweet woman, offered us soup and showed Joel on a map which way we needed to go. She informed us that her husband was going to be back soon from his hunting trip. Joel ushered Ellie and I upstairs to hide. I had rolled my eyes because I thought it was just ridiculous.

When her husband did come when Joel came out of hiding. His wife was calm like nothing was wrong. She told him everything, even that Joel wasn't alone. Ellie and I didn't even bother staying hidden. The man showed us the same spot on the map that his wife did. But he warned us of the death river, then we left. On our way out Ellie tried taking one of the rabbits, but I stopped her and made her put it back. "Joel, are you okay? You're not having a heart attack are you?"

I looked at Ellie when turned around to see Joel leaning against one of the posts with one hand. His other hand was on his cheat. I rushed over to him worried that he was having a heart attack, but the look in his eyes when he looked at me told me that wasn't what was happening. There was panic in his eyes; he wasn't having a heart attack, he was starting to have a panic attack. "Joel, I need you to take slow deep breaths." I had a hand on his cheek making him focus on me.

"He's not going to die is he?" Ellie asked. Joel pushed me away and stood up straight. "I'm fine. Let's go," he said, and started to walk in the direction we needed to go. Ellie and I gave each other a look before following after him. There have only been a few times where I've seen Joel have a panic attack. The last one he had was about a year after we got to the QZ. As we walked Ellie did what she does best, talked and asked questions. When it started to get dark we found a small open cave and Joel started a fire.

We sat around the fire trying to keep warm. Ellie started asking about what kind of teats they would be running. She always wanted to know if there would be any kids like her there. "I don't know, maybe." Joel pulled out a flask and took a swig of it before handing it to me. I took it and did the same then handed it back. Ellie looked between us and with a little convincing Joel handed it to her, letting her take one drink.

Then it was time for bed, Ellie curled up on her sleeping bag and fell asleep. I curled myself up closer to Joel, who put his arms around me and rested his head on top of mine. I'm not sure when but at some point through the night we both fell asleep. Joel woke up first; sitting up with a jolt. I groaned, opening my eyes, and looked around. Ellie was standing a few feet away, rifle in hand, keeping watch. She explained we fell asleep, and Joel needed the sleep, so she kept watch. She went through the list of things Joel had taught her. He still wasn't happy that she didn't wake him, but told her next she better and then took the rifle.

After packing everything up we kept walking. We walked across bridges that sat high above rivers but we never knew if it was the river of death or whatever that old man had said. We passed a water plant and Ellie asked about it. Joel explained to her that we used to have water plants to male energy then proceeded to tell her he didn't know exactly how it worked. "You could have made something up and I would have believed you."

We walked across more open fields covered in snow and walked along the river. "Hey, what if this is the river of death?" Ellie asked. We stopped in our tracks and looked around. Seconds later two men on horses showed up. Joel tried to explain that we just wanted to pass through but they had none of it. Then more people on horses showed up. They had a dog with them, claiming that he could smell I'd you we were infected. Joel pushed me behind him and I pushed Ellie behind me.

That didn't last long before they made us stand apart. Then they let the dog come towards us. First it was Joel, then it was me. The dog sniffed us and quickly moved to the next. I looked over at Joel with worry before looking at Ellie. Joel was staring at the people in front of us on the horses. I looked back at them too wanting to remember their faces if Ellie ended up getting hurt or if they tried to hurt her. But then I heard giggling. Joel and I snapped our heads over where it came from and saw Ellie on her knees petting the dog.

"Look, like I said, we're just passing through. I'm just looking for my brother," Joel said. The dog was called back to its owner and I moved towards Ellie. "What's your name?" A woman asked. She was looking right at Joel with her brows forwarded. "Joel." In the next few minutes we were on horses and being taken back to their camp. Big gates came into view and they slowly opened.

We were led inside the walls to be greeted with a large community; a whole town to be exact. Joel got off his horse and then slowly started to walk towards someone. "Tommy!" I jumped down off the horse Ellie and I were on and looked over to see Tommy rushing over to meet Joel in a hug. I looked up at Ellie and she gave me a sad look. "Everything will be fine," I reassured her.

"Yn!" I looked over and smiled at Tommy. The two brothers walked over and Tommy pulled me into a hug. "It's so good to see you. How have you been?" he asked. Joel came to stand beside me and wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me into his side. Ellie got off the horse and stood on the other side of me, slightly behind us. A smile grew on Tommy's face and he nodded his head. "It's about damn time you two fixed your shit."

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star-going-supernova · 2 years ago

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Hey Starchild, how's it going?

I am quite bored at the moment due to lack of 3 star content, so I figured I'd just throw some dumb prompts/scenarios at ya for your amusement.

1. Vanessa learns that Gregory can drive a car, chaos ensues.

2. A few days after being freed, Vanessa encounters another lost child (not an orphan) in the pizzaplex. Flash backs and panic attacks ensue before Gregory comes to save the day.

3. Gregory accidentally calls Vanessa "sis" for the first time. Wholesome fluff and happy tears ensue.

4. Vanessa attempts to have a "friendly get together" (date) with Luis at the pizzaplex, but gets constantly interrupted by the glam fam's shenanigans. Eventually the 2 decide to join in on the activities and have lots of fun.

So yeah, I wish I had more news to share. I hope you consider doing some of these prompts as I think they have a lot of potential.

Have a wonderful week!

Hey, friend! It's going pretty good, I recently finished up two small projects for work, so that felt nice. And I've been getting so much writing done recently, which feels awesome!

Aw man, that sucks. I hope you find something to do/read! In the meantime, I was struck by a vision. Hope you enjoy!

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Vanessa was losing her mind. And not in the mind control way.

For weeks now, any time she came out of the pizzaplex or the grocery store or even the post office once, her car wasn't where she would have sworn she parked it. It was still in sight, just always a little further away.

Gregory, who always opted to stay inside, never seemed concerned. He was absolutely bewildered whenever she brought it up. "What do you mean, did the car move? This is where you parked, Ness!" he'd said more than once.

"I'm going crazy," she announced, setting the milk on the backseat. "This is not where I parked, Gregory, I know it isn't."

She fell into the driver's seat with a wumph and gripped the steering wheel like a lifeline. "I was by the lamppost, not the cart corral. I specifically told myself, 'Take a good look, Vanessa, you're by the lamppost with the dent.' And now!" She flailed at the window. "The lamppost with the dent is way over there!"

Turning to Gregory, her tirade came to an abrupt halt. He was practically shaking with suppressed laughter, lips pressed tightly together in a futile attempt to keep a straight face. His eyes were alight with mischief.

The little hamster wheel in Vanessa's brain squeaked round and round in frantic circles. "You!" she belated cried. "You've been moving the car!"

With a snort, Gregory broke down laughing.

"You brat!" Vanessa yelped, indignant. "This whole time, I can't believe—since when can you drive?"

Collapsing against the door in hysterics, Gregory wiped tears of mirth from his eyes. "It's been so hard not to give it away," he choked out between giggles. "Oh, man, the look on your face!"

Vanessa sat back in her seat, making noises of disbelief. The betrayal. "I took you in, I feed you, I gave you my old Switch, and this is how you repay me?"

Gregory positively howled with laughter, leaning over his legs.

"Adopt a gremlin orphan, they said. It'll be fun, they said." Vanessa started snickering. "Well they didn't say you'd come pre-programmed with knowledge on how to drive!"

"Pre-programmed," Gregory wheezed.

Finally starting the car, Vanessa shoved his shoulder. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. Just wait till Freddy finds out."

"Oh, he knows already. They all have a bet going on when you'd figure it out."

"They what!"

#i answered a thing #halogenrobotics #fnaf fic #fnaf security breach #star's stories #life and times of star

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yzeltia · 1 year ago

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FFXIVwrite2023 15. Porentous

Characters: Jannie Eyradoux, @driftward and @saesama 's The Witness, U'rahn Nuhn, Violet Fisher Expansion: Post ARR Rating: T Notes: N/A

Jannie looked around from a soft stool, finding the strange tent she'd happened to find herself drawn toward. All Saints' Wake was in full swing outside, Gridania alive with tourists. It seemed she'd gotten overwhelmed or perhaps moved into the tent on instinct, though, she suddenly wasn't so sure.

"You've come for a reading," a voice called out, as if answering the question tumbling in her mind.

The Elezen looked in confusion as a silver haired Miqo'te entered the room and joined her, sitting at a small table with a silver orb atop its black dressings. Smiling, the woman set out a deck of cards from her robes before pulling three small clay figures: a lion, a butterfly, and an owl. Jannie watched quietly, the woman shuffling her cards before spreading them out before her.

“Jannie Eyradoux, nearly Jannie de Jaimberd, Inheritor of Eusebeia the One Who Walked Before, Warrior of Light,” she said, voice deep, declarative even.

“Pardon…have we met,” the Elezen asked, brow raised at the curious titles the other had bestowed on her.

“No, but I know of your exploits. You may call me The Witness. You’ve come because you worry for not only yourself, but those whose fate are intertwined with your own. I shall assuage the fears you have about your dearest ones, and those you have yourself. Come, look upon the three totems here and choose a card to lay before them.”

The woman stared quietly, looking at the three figures curiously.

“Then this would be…U’rahn, Violet, and myself,” she asked, catching on to the woman’s intentions.

“Correct, now choose.”

Jannie paused, reaching out to gently pull a card then placed it before the lion. She blinked, finding the stained glass image printed upon it of a young Miqo’te woman tending to fish on a dock. The Witness stiffened then gently touched her orb, the dark swirling light within it flickering orange.

“Ah, Pietie. Upright it would signify patience and reward…but you’ve placed it in reverse. The road ahead offers only lessons for your impatient brother in light. What he believes he is working toward, is not what shall be reaped. He plagues himself with his own self-doubt, even the wake of his bolstering and he cannot shake. Even when he obtains that which he covets above all else, he will have given one dream for another. If he cannot learn compromise or true bravery and sacrifice, it will not matter how indestructible he is as he will be consumed by his ego’s maw.”

Jannie sat back, resting her hands in her lap as she crossed one leg over the other, absorbing what the woman had said.

“Though bleak, there is veiled hope in there…is there not,” the Elezen asked calmly, “What then, might you have me do for his betterment?”

“All will be clear in time. Choose again.”

The woman sighed, reaching out for a second, pulling the next card as requested. An old man with a crown upon his head within an apple orchard laid reversed before her. Jannie frowned, glancing up as the orb began to glow red with The Witness’s touch.

“Candour…Miss Fisher has plenty of that, yet this card represents the honesty that comes from a humbled heart and hers is the most broken of them all. She fills her heart with vices. Though heated and blustering, she folds easily to confrontation. Unlike the hierophant pictured upon the card, she hides her light from the world. Should she continue unaltered and not embrace her mantle, she will never bring about the change she has been destined to make nor learn the truth of herself.”

Jannie hummed lightly, sitting up straight as he looked on quietly to the woman, watching the red light fade from the crystal orb. She looked calmly to the owl, knowing her own cautionary tale was about to unfold before her. Still, she didn’t hesitate to reach out, laying out the last card before the owl.

“Conuiccion. Yes, it would be Saint Finnea that would appear before you,” the Witness mused, fingers dancing lightly over the crystal ball as it began to glow a soft blue.

“This is the Swan Saint? I’ve told this story many times to my charges,” Jannie said, touching the glass drawing curiously.

“Yes. Tasked with leading and inspiring those who walk your path. You are not invincible and were not blessed with aetheric gifts beyond your Echo. Yet time and time again, you will prove just as powerful just by your ability to lift your comrades anytime they find themselves drowning in the foibles. After a life of feeling invisible: You will be seen.”

Jannie was taken aback by the punctuated staccato of the woman’s words. She touched her heart for a moment, looking away and reflecting on what was said before finding the other getting to her feet to take her leave.

“No, there is no charge. I come merely to tell you what you need to hear and send you on your way. What you choose to do with what has been said, if anything at all, is of little consequence to me.”

The Elezen watched as The Witness moved to the back of her dappled stall, leaving her to reflect. Standing, she brushed herself off then took her leave as well, rejoining the frenzied crowds of dressed up Gridanianians. Soon U’rahn was upon her, wrapped up in bandages near head to toe, pulling on her arm and pointing toward some Hyur dressed in Miqo’te separates babbling about how she’d winked at him while Violet approached in a Golden Saucer uniform, offering her a bucket of treats she’d yet to indulge in herself. With a sigh, she pet U’rahn’s ear and took the treats from Violet, leading them back to the inn to get some much needed rest after the long night.

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rendez-view · 2 years ago

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POSTED BY A STRAIGHT MAN:

April 1, 2023

I have an extra bedroom. College couple I met at the bar only need to stay a couple weeks. I work day shift and they have classes. A couple more days of spring break offered free days from their usual school routine. I had a plumbing issue at work and got the day off. Don't think my temporary roommates expected me back, actually they didn't even notice me for the longest time. Their room is not really a room, just a cut out of a place to put a bed, no door, just a place for guests to crash. Scared me at first, the sound of sexual whimpering and heavy breathing. Every thing echoes in this old apartment. She was sitting on his face, running her long nails along the side of his cock as she slowly licked around the fat mushroom head. His hips would rise and fall as she'd totally cut off contact as he took labored breaths. The lights were dim, she didn't even look up and notice me drop my pants and sit down across from them. His legs were up, his face buried in her snatch. She spread his legs a little more and started running her nails gently along his ball sack and along his legs. Up along his length, slowly repeating then down with a deep throat from her mouth. I could see her bright red lip stick mix with his seamen when she'd pull off his dick. I let out a little moan and gave myself away. She didn't stop but she looked up and smiled. She pointed at me encouraging me to come closer. I scooted closer, what was that? It looked like a raccoon tail. One end she had pushed into his ass. It made me harder wondering how long it was, it looked like it had a fat bubble head or something. She would pull slightly on it but not pulling it all the way out making his hips rise forcing his long meaty cock deep into her open, licking and moaning mouth. Pull a little, he'd moan and raise his hips. Still sending shocks through his body with her long nails controlling him, playing with him, taunting him. She looked up at me with those wanting eyes, basically screaming at me to join her. She'd grab his cock and bend it toward me then lick the tip. Calling me forward with her finger i knelt down to watch. She reached forward grabbing my hair and I found myself taking my first fire hot cock into my mouth and loving it. I tried to do what I seen her doing. Remembering how I like my cock sucked, I know I gave him a good blow job. I knew I had to swallow his load to end this the right way. She would whisper, "he's sucking your cock babe", "I love it, he's sucking your cock". He would moan back his approval. He loved it so much that he practically begged for us to make him cum. He screamed as he let his spunk fly into my mouth. I pulled off his squirting cock surprised by how much cum he let go yet more sexually excited as I had ever been in my life. As my mouth left his cock, hers took over. She pulled the animal tail out of her man and continued to suck him for several more minutes until she was sure he was spent. I just sat and watched, cum still running off my face. She told me it was my turn. She lifted her pussy off his face and told him he was going to suck his first cock now in return for me sucking his. She said that was so hot watching me bring him off. She wants to finger herself while she watches her man suck mine. He doesn't say a word, he scoots in front of my chair and follows her commands. She feverishly rubs herself, telling him to make me cum at the same time as she reaches her own climax. When her head rolls back and her moans sound from deep in her, I can't help it and splash his face with cum. He pumps me and cleans my cock up like he has done this for years. It's actually both our first times exploring such tasty rewards. This was our first time, surely not our last. That raccoon tail thou, I'm wondering what that's about. I'm thinking I'm going to have fun finding out.

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madd-devil · 3 years ago

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3 Nuits Par Semaine

Author Note: the translation for the title is 3 nights per week and it is a very old French song about two people having sex lol anyway, I am very happy tumblr finally let me post this one

TW: Smut, sub!Felix, kind of BDSM

He was always following you.

He became like your second shadow at this point.

You were barely tolerated inside the camp, living with them but still separated, like you were ill with a plague. The boys never spoke to you, only Pan did, and he was always mocking you. He kept you, allowed you to breathe on his island just because he thought it was funny to have a girl on the island.

You were pretty much fine with your new found solitude. You were pretty lonely in your last realm. You didn’t mind being alone. But it was soon disturbed by Pan's fierce second in command. You didn’t know when or how he started following you around. At first, you thought Pan tasked him to do this, but when you spoke about it to the little devil, he chuckled and said Felix was his own man.

The blond haired boy made you uneasy. To have someone following you like that, you hated it. You were always frightened he would watch you shower in the waterfall or the lagoon... You were pretty sure you saw him watching while you were asleep. He was such a creep.

Sometimes, Pan would order you to go on a patrol by yourself and you couldn’t refuse it. He was letting you live, and at least you were doing something else than staying in your tent reading or writing. You walked around, feeling happy that no one seemed to be behind you.

Suddenly, you felt watched and a bad gut feeling was slowly creeping in your stomach. You stopped, looking around nervously. You didn’t know how to fight, so you wouldn't be able to fight back if someone had bad intentions with you. With your back turned to the vast and dark fauna, you didn’t think you were being vulnerable.

"Boo!"

You screamed in fright, and attempted to turn to run away, but you fell. A loud laughter echoed in the forest and you rolled your eyes, quickly understanding who the culprit was.

"It's not funny Felix!" You yelled as you stood up.

"Yes it is. I appreciate how scared you can be." He talked with a sadistic grin. "Besides, Pan told me to help you for today."

"Are you forced to do whatever he tells you to do? You are a fucking dog."

Felix grabbed your face roughly, with a glare, and you grew scared for a second. You were like frozen, you knew how violent and strong the blond haired boy was.

"You are so right, I am a dog." He whispered almost mockingly before licking your cheek roughly.

"Ew! Get away from me!" You screamed in disgust, pushing the boy away before wiping your cheek with your sleeve. "You are so gross Felix!"

"Aw, you mad?"

"I fucking hate you!" You screamed back, still grossed out.

"The feeling is mutual, princess."

The nickname annoyed you so much. And he knew it. You threw yourself on the boy, like a cat pouncing on a mouse. Except, in your case, your mouse happened to be a very tall boy, who had more fighting skills than you. He easily avoided your pitiful attack and laughed again when you ran straight into a tree.

You hold your nose, feeling a warm liquid slowly rolling down. You took a glimpse at your hand and saw blood. You grimaced at the painful feeling and heard the second in command walking behind you.

"Are you okay?" He asked, almost worried.

"Do I look like I am?" You moaned painfully. "Don't touch me you psycho!" You screamed when he approached you.

He rolled his eyes and still grabbed your forearm, pulling you out somewhere. You let him drag you wherever he wanted. You both stopped inside a small unoccupied camp. Felix grabbed something from the inside of a huge tree: it was kind of a first aid kit. He opened it and took a napkin. You flinched when he sat down next to you, holding the handkerchief to your face.

"I can do it myself." You growled as you took what he was holding and put it under your nose.

"Right, such an independent woman." He chuckled as he watched you.

"Shut up."

"Make me."

"Alright I will sew your damn mouth together."

He snorted at that, throwing his head back. It was an empty threat, and he knew it. You didn’t have much strength, you never had trained with the boys. You barely knew how to hunt and it was a miracle that you were still alive and in good health. After a few minutes, your nose stopped bleeding and you threw the handkerchief at Felix who caught it lazily.

"This is all your fault." You growled, knowing your nose will bruise. "Why are you so obsessed with me?"

"I am not." He snapped, his eyes growing dark. "Who would want to be obsessed with you?" He told with a mocking grin.

What he said actually hurt your feelings, and you huffed, deciding to leave. The blond haired boy may have gone too far, you were very annoyed by his behaviour. He was obsessed or something. He was still behind you when you left the little camp.

You groaned in annoyance and bothered by the sound of Felix mumbling in his sleep. His tent was not that far away from yours, Pan had told you it was that way so you were watched all the time. The lost boy was loud during his sleep, and you decided it was time to put an end to this.

You snuck out of your tent and walked quietly to his, entering without making any noise. The blond haired boy was moving a lot, mumbling and moaning, sweat covering his forehead. You grimaced, knowing that boys usually dreamt of having women during their sleep. You nearly threw up at the thought of him with other girls naked... But you were tired of him ruining your sleep.

"Felix... Felix!" You breathed, shaking the boy.

His skin was incredibly hot, it was strange you noticed. The second in command's eyes opened suddenly and you bite your lips to not let out a scream. He was so good at frightening you.

"What do you want?" He asked, confused. "It is still nighttime..."

"You... You are bothering me. I can’t sleep because of you moving and making noises."

"I am sorry princess, but you don't live in a castle."

"It's not funny!" You said, hitting him. "I have been losing hours of sleep because of you. You really are a pain in the ass, even when I can finally rest from your bullshit, you still find ways to anger me."

He laughed and brought his face closer to yours, his eyes shining with excitement and mischief.

"Then why don't you come tiring me a little?" He asked with a smirk.

It took you some times to understand what he meant and you couldn’t help but blush intensely, your face growing hotter and hotter when imagining you and Felix having sex together.

"You pervert!" You yelled, smacking his face away, not caring if you woke up some boys.

Felix fell backwards on his bed, and you watched his chest rising and falling. It seemed like he was always seeking a way to make you furious, so you would hit him or something. It was sick.

"I am going back to my tent." You mouthed, making your way toward the entrance.

"Wait-"

You prefered walking away from the blond haired boy rather than staying listening to what he wanted to say. Felix was definitely weird you thought and you decided to take some distance with him.

Some days had passed and it looked like Felix had taken the silent message well. Pan never gave you chores, however he always appointed you to get dreamshade or packages from the mermaids. They were kinder to you, and softer, you thought it was because you were a girl so they trusted you easily.

It was one of those days, where you had to walk at night, alone, to the lagoon. You didn’t like to walk at this time, because you were terrified of the dark in Neverland. It was full of dangerous creatures, and sometimes pirates were lurking around.

"Damn Pan..." You groaned, holding the weird looking shell in your hands. "Sending me at night just for a fucking shell..."

You stopped, feeling suddenly watched. You slowly reached for your sword, falling at your side. You hoped it was no pirates, if you were lucky they would be afraid at the mere mention of Peter Pan. Living on his island was a good protection.

"Who's there? State your name!" You yelled, your voice shaking a little.

Something knocked into you and you accidentally let go of the beautiful and mysterious shell. It disappeared somewhere on the ground, and you cursed at that. You couldn’t even take your sword, someone was blocking your face against the forest floor.

"Get off me!" You cried, moving your legs up and down in a panic.

"Come on, take a joke for once." A familiar voice huffed.

It was Felix. Of course it was him. You should have been used to his weird jokes by now. He thought it was funny but it really wasn't. It was uncalled for. Especially now: he knew Pan liked to send you to get his precious magical objects. The blond haired boy rolled beside you, with a frown.

"You are not fun."

That made your blood boil. You glared at him before jumping on his stomach. The second in command stared at you with wide eyes, not used to seeing you that angry. Your hands crept to his neck and you gave a hard squeeze, just to scare him and to definitely make him stop from annoying you.

It was a real surprise that he did seem to mind the precious air missing from his lungs. His eyes were closed, and a weird smirk was creeping on his face… The bastard enjoyed this.

"You sick pervert, you need to see a doctor." You growled after hitting him again.

“What are you talking about?” He asked, breathing heavily.

Your hands went back at his neck, where bruises started to form. You didn’t care about him possibly dying, you just wanted him to respect you. As you applied more and more pressure, you watched as he moved, but not trying to escape or fight back. Instead, he was… doing something weirder than enjoying you choking him: rubbing his legs together. Then, the thought struck

you and you couldn’t help but gag.

“You’re so strange Felix.” You whispered, a little fascinated by his reactions and behaviour.

You decided to go harder and choked him with all your strengths. Not only did his face become red, but he let out a moan. Your eyes widened in shock, and you slowly let go of his neck. You stood up, and walked back to the camp, not caring about the shell, and thinking a lot about what happened with the second in command.

You entered your tent, fell on your bed, and closed your eyes, hoping to forget that awkward moment.

When you woke up, it was still night time. You still had a little time to go search for the shell Pan told you to bring him back. You put a fur cloak around your shoulders, not wanting to be cold. You stepped outside, careful to not wake the sleeping boys. You frowned when your eyes caught the blond haired man's tent. Your eyes widened again when you heard some sounds coming from it. Was he… was he getting off from what happened today? He was really shameless.

But why were you so drawn to go take a look?

You shook your head, determined to go search for the magical object. It was your number one priority. Not Felix and his sick fantasies. You walked toward the jungle but stopped again. You had to admit… It was a little arousing. You always thought Felix was pretty, but in an odd way. He looked like he came straight from one of Picasso's paintings.

Why were you thinking about this again? You needed to go through your mission and succeed if you wanted to stay alive on the island, and it was not by screwing Felix that you would do that.

You closed your eyes, the second in command's moans echoing in your mind. You shouldn’t be doing this. You shouldn't… Then why were you stepping toward his tent silently. It was so wrong, it was breaking Felix's private space and you didn’t want to invade it. You stopped right beside it, not daring to enter. You thought about how the young man would look, with your hands around his throat again… what was wrong with you?

"(Y/N)?!"

You snapped out your thoughts and realised you had walked straight into the tent. Your eyes widened at Felix's naked body… and you looked away, your cheeks heating up.

"I… I am sorry. I thought… I thought something bad was happening." You lied.

"I would have liked you to at least state your name." The boy chuckled, pulling his blanket over his body. "I mean… I would have hated it if it was someone else."

"Some… Someone else?" You repeated.

So… he didn’t seem to mind you breaking in? It was unbelievable. On one hand, you were embarrassed and you really wanted to leave but on the other hand… Now, you felt more aroused. Your legs started to rub together, and you bite your tongue hard.

"I… I have to go." You breathed out before running outside.

You had avoided Felix for some time since that night. It was pretty embarrassing for both of you. You never thought the serious and cold blooded second in command was that way, into this kind of stuff… You observed him from afar, he was speaking with Pan around the main bonfire. Did the king of Neverland know his number one lost boy loved to be choked and hit?

"Pan wants to talk to you." Devin said as he approached you from behind, surprising you.

"Why?" You asked, suddenly concerned about your safety.

You had brought back his precious shell when you had seen and talked to Felix that night… You still could remember clearly.

"Don't know. Said it was important."

You nodded and thanked him for informing you. As you walked toward the brown haired boy, your eyes caught Felix's and you couldn’t describe what you were feeling. It wasn't love, and it didn't last either… But maybe a mix of both?

"How is my favourite lost girl doing?" Peter Pan questioned with his mocking voice.

"I am fine."

"I have some questions for you… regarding Felix."

"Oh…" You muttered.

"You sound disappointed… I mean, I know you aren't very close with him but Felix has been acting strange lately." Pan explained. "He is not his usual self, and I know you like to observe and analyse people. I want you to discover the reason for Felix's behaviour."

"I will try to, I don’t promise anything."

"Smart girl." Pan chuckled, glancing at you.

You nodded at him, understanding what he meant. You didn’t want to promise something you couldn’t achieve, and didn’t want to make false promises. Pan knew this, and you were glad you were that way. You never lied too, you were in fact so scared of being killed that if Pan questioned you about Felix's whereabouts, you would tell him everything.

You sighed and scratched the back of your neck, an odd habit of yours when you were nervous. You didn’t want to hurt the second in command, and revealing his secrets would actually hurt him and his position. You knew some boys lusted over his shiny job and his strange relationship with Peter Pan. Being the second in command came with a lot of advantages. Should you warn him about what the leader of the lost boys told you? You didn't want to scare him off or even… You were simply too embarrassed to speak to him after seeing him last night.

Maybe you should talk to him… Tell him to be more cautious about his nocturnal activities.

You asked around to know his location and the boys told you he was at the top of the highest mountain in Neverland, probably to observe if any enemies came. You hated hiking and you weren't prepared mentally to climb but you needed to. But Felix owned one for you. You were being a good friend.

But did you want to stay only a friend to him?

The images of Felix naked flashed through your mind as you walked with difficulty to the top. You were a slow walker, and you hoped the second in command didn't leave while you were ascending. You didn’t understand why you were so aroused the night you entered his tent, when he moaned when you were shocked… What was wrong with you? You never had those kinds of thoughts.

You were panting heavily when you reached the top and nearly fell to your knees, feeling the sudden need to throw up. You tried to catch your breath for a second, repeating the ideal scenario of talking to the blond haired boy in your head. You need it to be short and quick for your mental health.

He was standing tall before the edge, and you wondered how he could not be afraid of heights. You were terrified of them. It was a miracle you climbed all the way up there without fainting.

"Felix!" You called up to him. "Felix!"

"What is it, princess?" He asked, turning and smirking at the pet name.

"We need to talk. Seriously."

You approached him but stayed at a good distance from the edge. You wondered again how he could be so calm while being so close to death. Finding some bravery again, you looked up at the boy, your hands balled into a fist.

"Pan asked me to investigate you because you are acting weird and I think we both know why…" You trailed, observing his reaction. "So stop being a creep."

"I am not a creep. You are!" Felix said, pointing his weapon and staring at you. "It's you who entered my tent unannounced, and you were the first to start the hostility."

"What hostility? You liked when I hit and choked you!" You screamed back. "I can't believe I tried to help you…"

"Tried to help me with what?! Stop being obsessed with me!" He used the expression again, but with rage this time.

"Fine!" You snapped and turned to leave. "We both know why you behave like that, so YOU should stop being a creep!"

Of course Felix would put the blame on you and pretend nothing was wrong. He was such a coward, you couldn't believe it. You had seen him heading straight into battles, first in line, and fighting mermaids and pirates. Why was he so afraid of affirming he liked to be hurt? You could keep the secret and Pan wouldn't have to know about it.

The next evening, you found yourself roaming around the quiet part of the jungle, craving the silence and the loneliness. You hadn't talked to Felix since your confrontation on the mountain and you told Pan you didn’t see anything wrong with the blond haired boy. The leader of the lost boy didn't seem to believe you but thanked you for at least trying to help.

You stopped in front of the sea, welcoming the breeze with open arms. No pirates were present for once. It was not like you hated them, but some of them were really loud and always drunk. The captain, Hook, was quite likeable and seemed to enjoy having you on his ship. You wondered what life at sea could be like, maybe it was more exciting than living in Neverland? You rarely went on "adventures" as Pan named them, because you were a girl and so not entirely a part of the lost boys, which was stupid.

"What are you doing here?" A voice asked from behind you. "You shouldn't be away from the camp at that hour."

You rolled your eyes and didn't bother to turn. You crossed your arms over your chest, still admiring the ocean.

"Good evening to you too Felix." You spat. "I am sorry I didn't know I had a bedtime."

"There is no time for jokes. You know how dangerous the island is at night. Go back to camp now."

"Or what?" You questioned, approaching the blond haired boy slowly. "You are going to put me over your shoulder and carry me there? Or beat me up to make me obey?"

You smirked, watching as Felix's face seemed to redden a little. You had to admit, with his innocent face and look, and with the moon's light, he did look beautiful. You felt a little crazy when an idea popped up in your mind.

"Or do you want me to beat you up like I always do? It would fit perfectly, don't you think?"

"Wh… What are you talking about?" He stuttered.

You stood up on your tiptoes, staring straight into his eyes.

"Come on Felix, we both know you liked the choking." You flirted.

"I don't see what you are talking about…" He lied, stammering.

You both knew he was wrong and you needed to prove it. You bet he didn't expect you to slap him hard across the face. You watched his reaction, a bit nervous and uncertain. But you smiled as he let out a shaky breath, his hand on his cheek, his eyes glancing at you shyly. What went through your mind at this moment was incredible: you never thought you could feel that way. You felt… powerful in a way. Felix looked away, ashamed and you didn’t want him to feel that way.

Unfortunately for you, the blond haired boy ran back to the camp, not stopping when you called him. Maybe you went a little far? You didn't mean to hurt him, you thought he liked that. Maybe you should go and apologise to him later?

Later, as you laid in bed unable to sleep, you thought again of Felix. You shouldn’t have slapped him, it was uncalled for. You still didn’t understand why you did that, you wanted to test him, to see if he really liked it… You shifted in your bed, uncomfortable. It wasn't like you didn’t imagine yourself having sex with the second in command… You had those thoughts sometimes, and the thought of having him under your control was… something you desperately wanted to experience.

"(Y/N)? Are you… Are you sleeping?"

"What?" You groaned, annoyed.

Felix timidly approached, a sudden look of fear in his eyes, which was… pretty rare. You never saw him looking that afraid. You watched as he stepped in your tent in silence and he stopped, looking down at your face.

"Did… What did you say to Pan?"

His voice tried to be mean and cold, like he didn't care, sounding a little ordering. You smirked at him and decided to play a little mind game with him. Surely he wouldn't mind, he had been an asshole to you all the time.

"I don't know, what did you think I said to him?"

"I… You are the worst, a little vixen."

"Are you trying to insult me? That was pretty weak from you Felix."

He opened his mouth, like a fish and stared at you in despair. You smirked again, happy with yourself. Finally, you had some leverage against him that you could use. You weren’t a wicked one, of course you wouldn't tell Pan… yet.

"So are you going to leave or do you plan on standing there like a tree all night?" You asked with a chuckle.

He made some inaudible groan before leaving your tent in a hurry. You smiled to yourself, and with a giggle, you remembered how awkward and embarrassed he looked when he moaned while being choked…

You felt something tightening up in your stomach however it was not sickness… Actually you felt quite hot when you thought about Felix and how he would look under you, your hands around his throat…

"Oh my god shut up mind!" You whispered furiously to yourself before trying to get some sleep.

The next morning, Pan had forced you to assist or participate in the lost ones training sessions. You weren’t a fan of those, you prefered to stay alone and he knew that, still you had to go through it. However, it was rare he made you actually participate so you were just looking and judging with him. You groaned as you observed the boys, clearly bored and tired.

"Why do you have to train them in the first hours of morning?" You complained to Pan who was standing to your right, ignoring the second in command at your left.

"Because they are more concentrated and actually are doing something." He replied, not looking at you. "They are eager to eat after."

"Yeah, boys are so well known for listening to their stomachs… and dicks."

Pan laughed at your joke, his eyes twinkling with happiness. You snorted at it too, but glanced from time to time at Felix. He looked so intimidating and tough in front of everyone else, but with hands around his neck… You wanted to see the reactions of the boys a little bit. It could be funny… But harmful for the blond haired boy, and you didn’t want to look at him in that kind of pain.

"Is it over?"

"Stop complaining, it's annoying." Felix growled.

"Stop being so uptight, dog."

"Quit it, both of you!" Pan spoke loudly. "I should make you do something together, maybe it will bring you closer and stop having those silly arguments in my kingdom. You are both annoying and uptight."

"I don't want to spend time with that vixen!"

"Likewise, dumbass!"

"Enough!" Pan screamed, startling you and the rest of the lost boys. "If you do not stop those childish arguments, I will kick you both from Neverland!"

You bite your lips, restraining you from trying to reason him. You knew it was not an empty threat and you definitely didn't want to be alone in a dangerous and dark realm again… The only solution was to bond with Felix, which was nearly impossible. But still, you wanted to try.

"Fine…" You mumbled.

"Felix?" Pan called.

He didn't make any sounds but only nodded his head slowly. The boys went back to training shortly after Pan's outburst, and he sent you and the second in command in the forest, to see if the hunting and fish traps were full. You weren’t exactly happy to do it with him, actually, you were a little excited. You would have to stay some days away from the camp. Before leaving, you turned to Pan with a smirk.

"Do you have a leash to walk the dog?"

"Stop with the humour and go on your way." He replied, bored.

Being with Felix was not that bad, you believed. He knew all about the island and could keep you safe, not that you couldn’t protect yourself. Still, the blond haired boy stayed bossy and wouldn't stop commanding you around. You grew tired of that and sat down like a child in the middle of the road. He turned to stare down at you, visibly annoyed at your behaviour. He approached and gave your leg a little nudge.

"Get up."

"No."

"You are such a child, I can't believe Pan made me go collect the traps with you. You only slow me down."

You huffed and crossed your arms, avoiding looking at him. He sighed and then got angry suddenly, pulling you up harshly by the arm and throwing you on the road. You tripped but didn't fall, and glared at the second in command.

"What the heck Felix?!"

"Let’s go. I don't want to stay here at night. We need to reach the hunting camp."

"Why? Afraid of the dark, are you?" You chuckled as he walked past you.

"Shut up and walk."

"Fine, horse face." You cursed under your breath.

You hated walking for hours and without any break to rest. Felix seemed to didn’t mind, he didn't talk to you at all through it. You were walking behind him, at a slow pace, mainly to annoy him. He was always so serious, so stuck up, like he had a broom up his ass. So uptight because he liked to get hurt. You wondered if he liked to be slapped too. Then, your eyes fell to his ass and you smirked to yourself. Did he like being spanked?

"What are you thinking about?"

"Your ass."

"What?!" He stopped and turned to look at you, surprised.

"Ugh… nothing?" You grimaced as you strutted quickly past him. "Nothing."

When you reached some hunting traps, you knelt down to inspect if anything was inside. You were quite happy to be away from the camp, if you had to admit: sometimes the boys were too loud for your own taste, or they were playing pranks on you, driving you mad. At least, it was silent there.

"You know, instead of staring at my beautiful person, maybe you can lend me a hand?" You questioned the second in command.

"No I don't think so."

"Why? You know, if you continue to be that lazy, you are going to have your precious second in command place snatched by someone else."

Felix approached you swinging his club over his shoulder with a confident smile.

"And what makes you think that, princess?"

You rolled your eyes before smirking, successfully confusing the blond haired lost boy. He thought he would always maintain his Pan's most trusted? Maybe it was time to teach him a lesson. So, you swiftly grabbed his throat and squeezed hard, which made the lost one fall to his knees with a blushing face. Such a creep. You couldn’t wait until he would moan. This was so funny and amusing, it was very different from what you had experienced with other boys in your old home.

"So not very talkative anymore, lost boy." You teased.

"Shut... Shut up..." The boy tried to say but he was visibly flustered as you put more pressure on it.

He then moaned, and looked away, blushing even more. You laughed at that then let go of his throat, watching him fall and gathering his thoughts.

"I will see you at the camp." You said with a small wave, taking the meat bag with you.

Felix came some minutes after you had started the fire. There was no tent, so both of you would sleep under the stars tonight. Luckily, the boys who would often come there to install the traps would leave mattresses made of hays and leaves which was not very comfortable but they could do with some blankets. You cooked some small meal with the meat you collected earlier and ate quietly. Felix was a big boy, he could cook his food himself. But to your surprise, he didn't eat anything at all. He just removed his cloak then laid down on a mattress.

You observed him for some time, trying to understand him and understand what you were feeling about the second in command. Since the beginning of your stay, you couldn't help but mess with him and he was also doing the same for you. Uou also believed you could… you could love him. You had feelings for him, for quite some times, but you buried them within yourself. You couldn’t afford that. It was weird to feel the rush of those emotions suddenly. You guessed it was because you were completely alone with him.

"Felix, you sleeping?" You whispered. "Felix?"

"I was but not anymore thanks to you…" He groaned, his back facing you. "What do you want?"

"Why do you like being choked?"

As soon as the question came out of your mouth, you felt a sharp pain at your forehead. You winced, offended and hurt, realising that Felix had thrown a big rock at you.

"What the hell?!"

"Stop with your stupid questions!"

"But why? I promise I won't laugh at you."

"It's a lie. You lie all the time." The blond haired boy said softly, and it made your heart break a little.

"You don't trust me?"

"It's not that. It's… complicated. You wouldn't understand. You laugh all the time at people's misery." He sighed angrily.

"Hey that's mean! I only laugh because it's funny. You should try laughing sometimes. Besides, you are mean and horrible to me! Since I got there, you were so weird, mocking me or pranking me and then you started being mean." You complained. "I just want to help you."

He rolled on his side and looked at you. He seemed to search for his words, and didn’t seem to trust you that much yet. Maybe Pan knew of his dark secret? Did anyone know or had suspicion?

"Alright… But if you laugh or make one single remark, I will kill you in your sleep." He threatened before facing you again. "I… I just enjoy being hurt during sex, nothing more." He stuttered. "I had… experiences." He finished, trying to hide under his blanket.

"You shouldn't be ashamed of yourself for that, you know? But damn, control yourself better if you don't want to get caught."

"It's fine. I can do it. But now that I told you my secret, you have to tell me yours. I swear I won't say anything."

"Well…" You said, uncomfortable. "I have to admit… I liked dominating you, in a way?" You revealed, blushing madly. "I mean… it is not the first time that… I do that and enjoy it." You continued, thinking about your past for a moment and all the people who asked you to do those practices in bed.

"Oh…"

You both stayed quiet, not daring to say another word. It was a little awkward, spilling those kinds of confessions.

"I… I never really had sex." Felix admitted shyly. "I know it's stupid."

"It's not. You shouldn’t beat yourself up over that." You told him, glancing at his face. "Did the others laugh at you for it?"

"No, I never told them. Not even Pan. I don't… I don't want to be alone again."

Boys took great pride in sexual experiences, you knew too well. It was no wonder he felt that way, especially since he was the second in command of the terrible leader of the lost boys.

"You're not alone, you have me." You smiled softly at him.

The blond haired boy didn't say anything after your little conversation. You figured out he went to sleep when you heard him snoring lightly. But you, on the other hand, couldn't bring yourself to close your eyes. You hated sleeping outside, with little to no defense. That settlement was located between huge trees and dense bushes, and you swore you saw eyes behind them. Slowly but surely, you advanced toward Felix and slipped next to him, appreciating his warmth and feeling protected.

The next morning, you both went back to camp. Felix didn't seem angry at you anymore, but he was his usual self: cold and emotionless. It was just a cover, he didn't want to seem vulnerable. Boys could be cruel when they saw someone was weaker than them. But you noticed how much the blond haired boy looked at you now. Sometimes you would wave back at him or smile, and it amused you to see his cheeks blushing a little.

Cold nights were unusual on the island but you welcomed it with open arms. You didn’t like how hot it was during the night and loved to put many blankets atop of you. You sighed, comfortable, and it was actually quiet for once. You were enjoying this weather because the boys stayed inside all the nights and didn't play any pranks on you recently.

When you were finally falling asleep, you heard someone entering your tent. You glanced over your shoulder, confused as to why someone would come in at such a time. It was Felix. You frowned, didn’t understand why he was there.

"What do you want, blondie?" You groaned. "Aren't you supposed to walk around the island?"

"I was tired. And it is cold… Can I stay here?"

The question surprised you and you didn’t refuse it. He looked so… so strangely calm. He slipped under your covers, and you regretted a little to let him do that. It was so small now and it didn't help that Felix pushed himself against you. You tried to go back to sleep but the blond haired boy was moving too much. You kicked him and commanded him to stop, but couldn't hear what was saying under his breath.

“Stop hurting me!”

“I am not, you enjoy it, remember?” You hissed.

“I enjoy it in a different setting, little miss shit.”

You smirked and turned to look at him with a wink.

“And… If I manage to put you in this setting, will you finally enjoy it?”

The blond haired boy blushed furiously but managed to nod slowly, while looking away. You giggled, finally understanding that if he requested to stay with you, it was maybe because he wanted to have sex with you.

"Have you ever been kissed?" You hummed, as you slowly moved to straddle Felix's waist.

The lost boy shook his head weakly, like he was ashamed of that. You sighed and laughed a little, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. His hair was always wild, he never bothered to brush, certainly there were a lot of tangles.

"Would you like to find out? Do you want to know what it's like to be loved?"

You had already started to kiss face, then moved to his jaw, his skin getting goosebumps and warm quickly. He gulped nervously and you suddenly wondered if you weren’t making him uncomfortable. That was the last thing you wanted, you would never hurt Felix like that.

"Yes... I would like that." He breathlessly confessed, a little ashamed as you moved to kiss his lips.

"Good... boy." You smirked as you helped him remove his clothes. "What do you want me to do to you?"

Timidly, his hand reached for your own and brought it up slowly to his throat. You understood well: the last days had taught you a lot about the lost one, and you knew what he mostly enjoyed. You gave a soft squeeze first, to test the water. You really didn't want to hurt him, only give him pleasure.

"Shit…" You heard him muttering.

"What? Already coming?" You said, mocking like he would do to you. "You truly are a virgin."

"That hurt you know."

His hands started to roam your body, and you didn't realise until he tried to put his hands under your nightgown. Your eyes hardened suddenly, and you slapped him hard. His head jolted to the side and he was panting, his eyes glued on yours.

"Not so fast " You growled, reaching to imprison his bigger hands in your little one above his head.

The blond haired boy gave you a soft and weak smile, at least he was appreciating the moment. You then remembered to be quiet or else some snouty boy will try to enter. Quickly, you took a hair ribbon you sometimes used for your hair or other things, and tied it around his hands. He gave you a questionable look.

"So you don't attack me while I am trying to please you." You explained as your hands rubbed against his scarred chest.

"What if… What if someone hears us?" He shrieked, really worried, his eyes darting at the entrance of his tent.

"I trust you to be silent then."

"It is not me I am worried about."

You hummed as you kissed him, finally silencing him. He tried to move to touch you again but forgot his hands were tied up. He groaned when he realised, but his little pained groans turned to moans when your skilled hands finally touched his dick.

It was such a sweet melody and you didn’t care if someone heard you two. Something in you warmed your whole body and you recognised it, definitely turned on by the lost boy's sounds. You didn’t want to waste anymore time: you slowly pulled up your nightgown and impaled yourself down on his dick with a loud moan.

Bringing your hands over your mouth, you started to ride him, and he did his best to be silent. However it was not working. You were almost proud of how you made him, Pan's most fiercest and trusted lost one, sing like that while you were dominating him.

After a moment, you leant down and bit him hard on the shoulder. He let out a pained moan, and glanced down to admire your artwork: in a way, you were marking him. Your mouth flew to his neck, sucking, leaving more marks. And he was still enjoying this.

No matter how rough you were riding him or hard you were slapping him, Felix loved it.

You could guess it, with his moans and his body movements. His eyes were begging for more so your hands curled again around his precious neck and you squeezed hard. His face went red for a moment, his eyes rolling back. He was being a good boy, and good behaviour was rewarded, you thought.

Swiftly, you removed your nightgown that you threw somewhere and brought Felix's tied hands to your chest. With a bit of difficulty, he started to fondle your breasts, always looking up to make sure you were okay with this.

You had forgotten how good it was, and couldn't help but release loud moans. The boy's eyes went wide when he heard you, and you didn’t know if it was because of fear to be caught in such a lewd position or arousal. He was doing his best to contain himself, and you noted that next time, you two would go to a more secluded place.

"I think… I think I am close now…" He managed to squeak, and closed his eyes, his breath rapid and his chest rising and falling quickly.

Sure, you were too but thought it was a bit too soon. It meant the fun would end in a few minutes. But, it was not disappointing for a first time. You gave him a quick nod, allowing him to come inside you.

After, it was your turn. You had your orgasm building since you were riding him, but it was not coming as fast as you wanted it to be. Riding him harder, you felt yourself come at last. You fell on the lost boy's chest, appreciating the blissful moment.

You snuggled Felix for a long moment, rubbing your nose against his scarred skin. It looked like he was sleeping, but he was still awake, his hands softly touching. Remembering they were tied with your ribbon, you sat up and delicately untied them. Realising there were some bruises on the wrists, you kissed them. Then, you laid down beside him, letting him curl against you.

"Do you know what the French call what you are experiencing right now?" You asked him, and earned a little head shake. "La petite mort. The little death." You couldn’t help but giggle a little, so did Felix.

"That's a ridiculous name."

You hummed as a reply and nodded, your hand combing his hair back, effectively lulling both of you to sleep.

"I hate you, you little vixen."

You woke up to a very angry looking Felix, staring at his own reflection with a scowl, using your mirror. It was luxury only you could afford, a reward from Pan. You didn’t understand what was the problem but quickly caught on: your love marks were going to stay for a while, that was for sure.

You started to giggle at how concerned he was and moved to help him, however he stopped you. He glared at you, and gritted his teeth together in an attempt to frighten you.

"I swear if you tell Pan, I-!"

"What will you do Felix? Fight me? Insult me?" You snapped back as you looked around for your clothes. "Stop being so ashamed of yourself for once."

The lost boy stayed silent, and looked away from your eyes. You sighed, passing a hand through your hair thinking about last night. Why was he so afraid that the boys would know about him being so submissive in bed? He was already submissive to Pan, by following his orders. It wasn't so different.

You threw his clothes back at him, eying his answer. He didn’t seem that aggressive or angry, just afraid. He looked quite innocent naked like that, with that dumbfounded and worried look on his face… You giggled at that thought which made the blond haired snap again.

"What is so funny?" He shrieked loudly.

"Calm down, blondie and lower your voice… I would have liked making you shout like that last night."

Felix blushed furiously after that, and you laughed as he dressed up quickly before darting up outside, tripping on his way.

It was for lunchtime that you finally decided to come up from your tent. The boys never noticed your absence and Pan would have come to you if he needed your person. Stretching, your eyes wandered around in search of the second in command but he was nowhere to be seen. Approaching Devin, you asked about his whereabouts.

"Pan sent him to look for the sentry. They didn't come back last night." He gave a quick reply, too busy with sharpening his dagger. "Why do you care anyway? You are like cats and dogs, you and Felix."

"So I can make sure he doesn't bother me today." You lied, and knew Devin would buy that.

"(Y/N), a word please." Pan suddenly appeared, taking your arm and walking with you at the edge of the camp.

"What's up?" You questioned, trying to sound confident but deep down you were a little concerned.

The devilish boy stood tall before you, crossing his arms over his chest, and you hesitated to run away. He truly was intimidating when he wanted to, and you knew he could kill you right now if he wanted. You gulped nervously and waited for a reply.

"I have nothing against having you in the camp." Pan stated, staring deep inside your soul. "Heck, I even tried to make you closer to some of the boys, let's admit it: you can be quite useful. However, I didn't think you would be that close to Felix quickly."

Crap, he heard. You both weren't exactly the quietest and you cursed at yourself. If you could, you could slap yourself and beg for Pan's forgiveness. He wouldn't hurt Felix, but he wouldn’t hesitate to punish you.

"Let me finish." He said, pointing his finger at you and sensing your fear. "I have nothing against your nocturnal activities with my second in command but I would very much like you to keep it outside the camp."

"I… We will." You promised with a nervous smile.

"Really, you both were insufferable last night. I couldn't get an hour of sleep." Pan groaned as he walked away. "Be grateful the boys are heavy sleepers."

Indeed, you needed to find a new place to have sex with Felix. And you knew some perfect locations. Smirking to yourself, you strutted back to camp happily, glad to be alive and breathing.

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