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creedslove · 1 year ago

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DESERVE IT - PART SIX

Javier Peña x f!reader

Summary: You give Javi some time to explain his connection with Los Pepes and a conversation makes you realize your feelings for Javier are still confusing.

Warnings: angst, fluff, mentions of smut, smut, (but without details for no spoilers) Javi being sweet, and then being jealous

A/N: that's not my best chapter but if you guys want Javi and reader together here's some crumbles

• PART ONE

• PART TWO

• PART THREE

• PART FOUR

• PART FIVE

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Javier paced the room and rubbed his face, still not believing how all that shit happened.

He knew working with Los Pepes wasn't a smart move, but he was so done, so fed up and at that moment, it was the only way out to stop Escobar's terrorism spree. If the cops weren't strong enough, maybe the criminals who didn't agree with his ways could be.

He wasn't proud of it but after Carrillo's death he realized something should be done as fast as possible. When a strong man like Carrillo was cowardly murdered in a trap, he saw anyone could be killed like that. Fuck, Murphy and himself should've been there, they should've been dead by then and the only reason they got away was pure luck.

He could deal with his self hatred, with his shame and how low he got, but he couldn't deal with all that coming from you.

He wasn't stupid, you were both past that point, you did hate him, and you couldn't stand him, but until then, no matter how bad he hurt you, it was on the personal side. Not that it hurt any less, but he knew it was bound to happen, he always screwed things up and even if he hadn't pushed you away at that moment, he would break your heart one way or another.

But he still had your respect as a cop, as an agent, especially after he'd saved you from Carlos, you still admired him professionally, but now? He was sure he was nothing to you.

He didn't know what options he had now, if had any at all, you'd said you wouldn't tell anyone, but were you telling the truth? Maybe he scared you off acting like a creep earlier, but he couldn't control himself, it just happened and when he realized, he was already pressing your body against the wall, he already had his lips on your skin, it was a sudden need, his body ached for it and all he wanted to do at that moment was to show you he wasn't a dirty cop and he still your Javi.

Your Javi.

He wished he was still your Javi, he missed that dearly.

He thought of lighting up another cigarette but gave up, getting the envelope in hands and crossing the hall. He knocked on your door insistently. He knew you were there and he hadn't seen any indications your prince charming was around, so he waited patiently until you opened it.

His jaw tightened the moment he saw you wrapped in nothing but a towel, you had just got out of the shower and his cock twitched inside his tight jeans. Fuck, you were gorgeous and your body was tempting and inviting. If he could, he would just wrap his arms around your body and press you against the wall. He wouldn't have strength to take you to the bathroom, he would just get on his knees and eat your pussy right there and then before fucking you in the middle of your living room.

You, on the other hand, managed to calm down after you locked yourself inside, you stopped crying and tried to rationalize things instead of leaving it to your heart. You felt crushed at finding out Javier was involved with drug dealers, you could never expect that from him, you always assumed Javi was one of the best agents DEA had in Colombia, his work results were really impressive, you knew how much this job took a toll on the agents, how dark and depressed they eventually got, it was the kind of duty that often broke them, and yet you'd seen Javier being so human at work more than once.

Before he treated you like garbage and you fell out, you had plenty examples of what a sweet man he could be.

He was so kind to people, to you, to kids, and even if he insistently said he wasn't much of a cat person, he still fed the stray one that walked around the building some leftovers.

So could he really be a double agent?

You weren't sure, but apparently he desperately wanted you to believe he was not a dirty cop. He was so desperate he repeated that over and over, while his face was buried in the crook of your neck and his lips dragging small kisses on your skin, or when he had his face buried between your breasts and was getting so dangerously close to your nipples.

Just the mere memory of it was enough to bring that familiar tingle back in a place that longed for a man's touch.

So when you realized Javier was working his sinister power of making you inappropriately turned on, you knew it was time to go for a shower.

You even managed to relax and get your mind off that for a while but when you heard knocks on the door, you knew your torment was about to begin again.

Funny how you just knew it was Javier knocking on your door, you didn't have any external clue, just a hunch it would be him, and once you opened the door, there he was.

You could tell his monkey brain had forgotten absolutely every word he had rehearsed telling you the moment he saw you standing there with only one towel around your body. Of course it wasn't appropriate but at that point you were just so tired you invited him inside and told him to lock the door.

You turned your back to him and disappeared into the hallway, leaving your bedroom only when you were finally fully clothed. The disappointment in his eyes was visible and you just wanted to scoff at his nerve in thinking that after everything you would still welcome him naked and fuck him on the couch just like one of those cheap porn movies he probably enjoyed watching.

"What are you doing here, Javier? I thought we'd already talked about everything… I know I have nothing else to say to you"

Javi placed both hands on his waist and nodded "I know you don't, but I gotta tell you a few things and you will listen to me"

You rubbed your forehead and weighed your options: you could either willingly let Javier explain himself or you could ask him to leave and that would lead into another argument and accusations and you were just exhausted of that, not to mention Javier has his ways of making you hear, he proved that earlier by almost making you cheat on your boyfriend.

You were really enjoying your relationship with Manu, but you also knew Javier and how powerful his touch was and you also knew yourself enough not to trust the two of you so close like that. You just couldn't play with fire.

So you got up, grabbed a bottle of wine, two glasses and allowed Javier to start.

You listened through one, two, three, four glasses of wine.

Javi made sure to explain to you detail by detail, how he felt the night Carrillo executed those boys and how he began losing faith in the police. Then Carrillo was executed in a humorless action of destiny and he turned to the most unlikely ally to defeat Pablo Escobar.

You didn't interrupt him and once Javier had finished his account you could see he got even more relaxed, of course it could just be the effect of alcohol but he was so relieved he didn't have to keep that secret all by himself and he could finally feel like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder.

He killed the rest of the wine and stared at you, waiting for what you had to say.

You shook your head and sighed, letting all his words sink in.

Javier wasn't a double agent, he kinda was actually, but he didn't benefit from that deal with Los Pepes, and he didn't give them privileged information from the DEA unless it was about Pablo's sicarios whereabout. The body count that grew each passing day had a lot of Peña's doing. But none of those dead bodies when they were still alive were good people, and they wouldn't hesitate to do much worse than what Javier was doing.

In conclusion, what Javier was doing was wrong, but you didn't really care, you knew he was helping make the streets safer even if it was in a twisted way.

What really concerned you was his integrity. It was dangerous, and what if they thought he wasn't useful anymore? What would happen to him? You remembered you left him waiting for words of support or despise or anything at all, what he couldn't bear was the silence.

"I don't like this, Javi" you admitted and bit your lips "it's dangerous, if the DEA finds out about it, you can lose your badge, you can go to jail! And that's not even the worst part: you can get yourself killed!"

He knew you were right and he wished he could turn back in time and undo all the shit he had done, he hated to see how worried you were, the hint of disbelief and disappointment that still lingered there.

"Just like Steve's cat!"

You quickly added and saw how Javi let out some belly chuckles at your words. For some reason that sounded inappropriately funny and you couldn't help but laugh as well, the best example you could think of was a dead cat and for whatever reason it amused Javier.

It'd been a really long time since you two had shared a laugh and you only realized how much you truly missed it at that moment. He was able to calm down and took a deep breath, going oddly silent and took your hand, holding it in his

"If I were killed, would you care?"

He asked you in a low, shy voice and tried reading your expression, he just needed to know if you still had any good feelings left for him or if he had just screwed things up royally and there was nothing left of the two of you.

You stared at him in disbelief, biting your lips as you observed his sweet brown eyes, making you melt on the inside. You liked Manu's eyes, but now you were so close to Javi, you were sure no one could beat his warm pools of brown, looking like a lost puppy craving for love.

"Javi" you whispered and saw how big his hand was compared to yours, how his long fingers stroked your skin in a caress "of course I would care… I-I think I would die too"

You admitted and saw how his expression got indecipherable this time, you felt so exposed, so raw to admit that, but when he pulled you for a hug you knew you had done the right thing by being honest with Javi. You also needed to be honest with yourself. You still had pretty strong feelings for Javier, he was your everything, you wanted to make things work with Manu, but Javi owned your heart in a way you thought no other man ever would.

"I think you should go home now, Javi" you told him gently and he nodded, he knew now you still had feelings for him, and he had feelings for you, but Javier decided to do the honorable thing and step away. For once, he was going to respect your decision and only if you admitted to yourself first and to him you wanted him, he would be with you.

•••

"So, Connie's back and we're having a barbecue so we want to invite you, Y/N" Steve said with a grin as you stood by his desk. Once more, some documents and files had been delivered wrongly to your department and you had to take a trip to the DEA division to hand it over.

You felt kind of guilty to think the last time you were there and you went snooping through Carlos' desk and found the evidence on Javier. You knew the correct thing would be giving them to Steve and reporting Javier for his illicit actions, but you couldn't bring yourself to do it. Instead, you gave them to Javier and promised you wouldn't say a thing.

Still, your eyes ran around the room, silently checking for another yellow envelope like that, whoever took those pictures and tried ratting on Javi could try doing it again.

You realized you weren't paying attention to Steve, so he just laughed softly, he'd been in great spirits ever since his wife returned. So he didn't even care if the world was falling into pieces.

"I said you can take Manu if you'd like, and maybe Javi can bring his girlfriend" he winked at the two of you and thought it was even more amusing to see how Javi shot you desperate, puppy eyes at his joke.

"I don't have a girlfriend…" he said embarrassedly and you nodded, rolling your eyes at Steve "you're very funny, Steve, we missed that" you smirked and said goodbye to them.

After that night, you and Javi were on speaking terms again, though you didn't have much to talk about - or the things you did want to talk about weren't so appropriate.

Steve looked down at his desk and noticed your forgotten your notebook. You often carried with you taking notes and writing down important stuff.

He grabbed it and saw when something fell from inside of it. He frowned curiously and laughed as he saw it was a picture from Javier.

"Hey Jav… Y/N forgot her notebook here, you should go and hand it to her" he called his friend's attention and placed the notebook and the picture down.

Javier frowned and took it into his hands. He couldn't believe it. It was a picture of himself and his horse, from the last time he'd been home. It was taken at his dad's ranch and he had his characteristic sunglasses on and a big smile on his face.

Javi usually kept that picture in a portrait in his living room, he'd seen you staring at it before, always complimenting his smile and making him blush, in a dorky way he always felt embarrassed.

He had noticed the picture seemed to have disappeared a few months ago but didn't actually care a lot about it, he had so many other things to worry about other than that.

However, the mystery was solved and now he knew where it'd gone.

He checked the back of the polaroid and felt his cheeks heating up and felt so thankful Murphy hadn't paid attention to it, otherwise he would be teased for the rest of his miserable life.

He recognized your handwriting immediately and he didn't understand why you'd written that, but it brought a smile to his lips, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

"Javi és el fuego que arde mi piel ♡ "

He shook his head and got up, taking the elevator and going straight to your floor. He felt a sudden need to see you, it wasn't enough, he wanted to hand you the picture, see your face when you realized he knew about your habit of stealing from his place.

He saw you focused on the piles of paper in front of you and took a second to admire how beautiful you were, he cursed himself under his breath for the hundredth time for being such a moron, if he had played his cards right, you could have been his by now and he would be the luckiest motherfucker in the world, but now he only had crumbles of your attention and it was already good enough because it was much more than what he deserve it.

"You forgot your notebook, cariño" he said with his usual smirk, leaning his body against your desk and watching you.

You looked up at him and couldn't help but allow yourself to smile, it was just so Javi and it reminded you of good times.

You took the notebook from his hand but he caught your fingers in his grip "rojo te sale muy bien, cariño" he said, looking at your red nails and winking at you.

You didn't have enough time to answer, when Manu patted Javier's shoulder, drawing his attention

"Agent Peña, I don't appreciate when you talk like that with my girlfriend, I'd like you to keep respectful" the younger man said politely and turned to you, pecking your lips gently, which caused Javi to look away.

You said goodbye to Manu, promising to meet him later, though the situation embarrassed you a little, you also felt pretty good about the scene Javier just witnessed. One peck on the lips would never hurt him as much as the image of him and a hooker that looked like you hurt your feelings, but if he looked bothered and that was a victory for you.

You could tell Javi gritted his teeth and licked his lips softly, raising an eyebrow at you

"So you guys are an item for real?"

You tilted your head and nodded

"Well, yeah… it's recent, but it is a nice relationship"

Javier shrugged in disdain and bit the inside of his cheek

"It's surprising, I figured you could do better than Manuel"

You scoffed and laughed at the nerve he got, nor believing he had the guts to talk about Manu like that.

"Yeah? And who would be better, you?"

Yes, me.

That was the first thing that crossed Javi's mind, squinting his eyes softly as a heat spread in his lower belly, he felt so annoyed at your sassy, bitchy reply, before things happened you had never been this bratty towards him, and at the same time he felt a hint of annoyance something else woke inside of him.

He felt like he wanted to teach you a lesson, punish you so you wouldn't be all sarcastic towards him, and more importantly, you wouldn't look for another cock than his. He would bend you over his lap, lift that slutty skirt up and give you one, two, three swats, watching as his handprint would be there, in a delicious shade of red, marking your beautiful cheeks as his, at the same time he would pull your panties to the side, spread your legs a little and he would shove his fingers into your soaked cunt, making you whimper as he finger fucked you and you had to rub your clit on his rough jeans to help you get your relief.

Instead, Javier just sighed and placed his polaroid on your desk.

"I'm still a DEA agent, I could have you arrested for theft, Y/N" he said before straightening up his body and walking away, leaving you mortified at the fact he'd found out you'd stolen that picture of him.

•••

"So, what's Peña's deal with you?" Manu asked as he filled your glass of wine and got comfortable on the couch. It wasn't the first time he had been to your apartment, but it was the first time he was going to spend it there with you and that made you a little nervous.

Steve's barbecue would be the next day so you figured it would make sense to have your boyfriend spend the night over, instead of making him drive back and forth.

You thanked him for the wine and took a long sip, finding the right words to tell Manu.

You didn't want to lie, but you also couldn't tell him the truth… how would he react to knowing you were crazy about Javier Peña? You were sure he wouldn't take things well, who wouldn't? Javier had such a reputation, it wouldn't work.

"Well, Javi-Javier and I were very good friends, we used to be close friends" you began "and I know how that sounds, but I never had sex with him or anything remotely close to it, I did develop some kind of a crush, but it faded with time" there it was, your first lie.

"We had some disagreements and we fell out with each other, then he kept his distance and I did the same as he was engaged in some peculiar relationship…" second lie.

But you couldn't screw things up with Manu, you couldn't tell him the whole reason why you fell out with Javier was because you kissed and he felt guilty about being a dick, and then he made things even worse by hiring your lookalike hooker, how could you just dump all that on him?

Luckily to you, Manu was a ray of sunshine, he was a truly nice guy and deep down you knew he was way better than you deserved it. He softened up and smiled, leaning in and kissing you.

One kiss led to a second, then a third and when you realized, Manu had you under him. His cock was buried deep inside of your cunt and though you were wet, something was missing.

You didn't know exactly what, you rubbed your clit at the same time he pounded into you but it wasn't the same you were expecting to feel.

It was weird, you couldn't exactly tell what was off, but something was indeed off and you didn't know what to do.

You closed your eyes and tried focusing on moving your hips against your boyfriend's but suddenly a flash of brown eyes appeared in your mind. You shook your head unconsciously, but your mind wouldn't just obey you, suddenly you were imagining a mustache scratching your skin, as familiar lips kissed you down.

Your imagination was so vivid you could practically feel Javier's fingers on your body, his touch, his arms holding you and that set a fire into you you didn't think you were holding in.

And then you moaned. Loud.

You finally began enjoying yourself, each thrust you pretended it was Javier fucking you, making you one of his whores and it wasn't right, it was disgusting and it sent you to a very messy orgasm.

Javi walked down the hall carrying some groceries bag he got after postponing it forever and now he finally had food to make himself dinner.

He got some drinks to take to Steve's barbecue the next day and also a bottle of your favorite wine, maybe he could knock on your door later and invite you over for a glass, now you guys were on speaking terms again and maybe you'd enjoy it, right?

He looked for his keys in his jacket pocket absentmindedly when he heard muffled sounds. He thought it was odd and looked around, but this time the sounds were louder, enough to be heard in the hallway.

He frowned as an anxiety crept up in his chest, as the possibility of a scenario formed in his head.

But it couldn't be true.

It wouldn't, would it?

He swallowed and walked to your door, he didn't feel proud of it but he needed to be sure.

He placed his ear against the door and gasped when he recognized what kind of noises were those.

You were moaning.

Javier didn't know how to describe what he felt, it was like his limbs went numb at the same time he felt his whole body heating up in an unpleasant way as his heart raced.

Jealousy, anger, bitterness, rage, it all took over him.

He couldn't believe you were letting that boy fuck you like a bitch.

He wanted to break into your apartment and take that piece of shit away from you. He wanted to pull you by the hair, bend you over on your cute coffee table and pound you from behind, he wanted to make you moan like that. He wanted your red nails scratching down his back, he wanted you calling his name as he brought you to the best orgasm you could have. He wanted his sheets soaked with your honey, he wanted to be drowning in your juices, he wanted his mouth on your nipples, on your clit, on your ass. He wanted his cum to drop down every part of your body, but he couldn't have it because you were someone else's.

He stepped away from your side of your hallway as if it burned him and went to his place, fumbling with the lock and just throwing the bags inside.

He immediately turned around and walked back to his car. There was no way he would stay home that night, not when he could hear you being fucked by another man across the hall.

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A/N: I may or may not be a little too horny for Javier 🤷‍♀️

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prismaticflare · 1 year ago

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What are your headcanons about Claudine Frollo?

Thanks for the question! These seriously make my day!

As slightly mentioned in a previous one of these, I’ve never really payed attention/cared about the book characters. However, I did want to answer this question. So, I tried to look through the books to know as much of her canon as I can, and found literally nothing. So, I’m gonna just assume nothing other than the name and her father has been said about her. I also don’t know what the Descendants fanon of her is either, so this is entirely based on my concepts, not on canon or fanon. If I missed some canon, sorry, but let’s start.

- To start, Claude Frollo definitely hates being on the Isle. He believes he has done nothing wrong and has been misjudged. He believes himself to be above all else in the Isle, but is usually brought back to reality by people not caring about his stupidity.

- Since Claudine was most likely conceived on the Isle, this likely means that she was conceived due to Claude being “tempted” by some villain. This would almost certainly lead to Claude resenting his daughter, as she is a reminder of his weakness.

- Her mother is unknown. Maybe she’s some random mother, maybe she has status. Some claim that Claude killed her mother out of rage and his own guilt, although this is not confirmed.

- Still, he has tried to raise his daughter in the church. Maybe it’s because he wants her to be “redeemed”, maybe it is just to ease his psyche, but regardless, he pushes religion constantly on her. As Claude says “You wouldn’t want to be villain scum like your mother, would you?”

- Claudine sees the reality, though. She sees how others look at her father. She hears of his sins. She also hears how much of a pretentious asshole he is. This has lead many to hate Claudine too.

- Claudine is a quiet kid. She isn’t as physically strong as the others, and due to the Isle’s collective hatred of Claude, it trickles down to her as well. Best to lay low.

- Claudine was somewhat close to Carlos in the past. They both historically were quiet kids who had awful parents, so it was natural for them to meet. However, Cruella did not let Carlos have other friends, so they faded away with time.

- Claudine is also somewhat close to Ginny Gothel for similar reasons, although their friendship is limited.

- Claudine is smart. Claude, the guy he is, refused to put Claudine into the public schools, and instead taught her at home. While most of what he taught was religion, the actual things he taught was higher quality than what the schools taught.

- Eventually, though, Claudine forced Claude to let her go to public school. She worked the bell, a job Claude had “suggested” she do to the principal. He (begrudgingly) obliged.

- She hates the Isle, and has a limited amount of evil in her heart. Think Carlos and Evie. When it was found out that they went to Auradon, she knew that was what she wanted, and worked to try to make it happen.

And I think that is everything. I hope you enjoyed, and feel free to tell me your thoughts :)

#descendants #disney descendants #claudine frollo #descendants headcanons #descendants hc

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wanderingaroundwithmysoul · 9 months ago

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Are there any relationships you would've liked to see Rain have that she couldn't bc she died in the 1st movie?

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Yes... Many haha

Jill Valentine: I firmly believe they could've had a fun friendship (that would've started with them hating each other). While Jill isn't as hot-tempered as Rain, she also isn't afraid to get confrontational. That, combined with their shared stubbornness, would cause them both to butt heads. In the end, I think sharing a common goal (and their strong desire to help others) would bring them together.

Claire Redfield: Again, I think there's good friendship potential there. Like J.D., Claire would be somebody Rain could loosen up around in a way she never quite could around others. Rain would have that effect on Claire as well. Their arguments would be far less frequent and intense than those between Jill and Rain, too.

Chase McAvoy: They would talk guns. Simple as that. Oh, and they'd drink together.

Angel Ortiz: Well. I think they'd already know each other. I like to imagine that when Rain worked as a cop in Los Angeles, so did he. Angel was one one the few people in the department she liked. He actually respected/recognized her abilities and vice versa.

Carlos Oliveira: Carlos and Rain would already be friends who met through Umbrella, which would make having them meet in Apocalypse or Extinction fun :) I like that they're both strong, capable soldiers who're willing to do whatever it takes to get the job done, but Carlos is friendly while Rain is... not.

Luther West: A big reason for this one is, admittedly, quite stupid. I headcanon that Rain's brother loved basketball and was a fan of Luther, so she would've recognized him. My Luther tag is literally {My brother was a fan of you} Luther West lol. I also think that similarly to Carlos, Luther's good-natured personality would be a good foil to Rain's aggressiveness.

Terri Morales: Won't lie, I have a big soft spot for Terri. She and Rain would absolutely not get along, though. Terri's persistent questioning and filming would annoy Rain. But I think that'd be funny.

#🚬#{lemme tell you a lil' somethin'...} rain hcs #{outta ammo!} ooc

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paperstorm · 2 years ago

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I just think of 17 year old Carlos getting up the courage to come out to his parents, only to have them never bring it up again. For years. It breaks my heart 😭

I wish the show would delve into this further, but I think the show might consider the issue dealt with since we've now had several instances of Carlos's parents being supportive of his relationship with TK. For a show like this with so many characters and so much going on, it's probably unlikely they're going to go back and unpack the issues behind Carlos's fears and feelings from that time. I hope we can at least get something going further into Carlos's relationship with Gabriel, especially re: Carlos's belief that Gabriel thinks he's too soft. That was somewhat dealt with in 2x08, so the show may consider this issue dealt with as well, but I think there's lots more there to explore. I guess this is what we need fanfiction for, and it's one of the many reasons I appreciate your missing moments so much!

I know, it makes me so sad. Carlos was hurting so much for such a long time and he plastered a smile on his face and shoved it all down and just carried on as if his heart wasn't broken and it's just devastating. I agree with you, I think the show considers it dealt with and probably won't go back to it, although hopefully Gabriel will say something sweet to him at some point during the wedding proceedings because Carlos still needs badly to know that his dad is proud of him.

Under the cut is a draft of a conversation they're going to have in an upcoming missing moment fic, I will flesh this out since the show probably won't <3

“We never talked about it,” Carlos says softly. “You hugged me and said you still loved me and then we just …”

“I know.” Gabriel sighs and scratches the back of his neck. “I’m sorry. We should have.”

Carlos doesn’t answer. He looks down at his hands folded in his lap.

“It was all so new, for me,” his dad continues. “Not something I ever thought about. And I didn’t want to say something that would embarrass you, or upset you because it was a stupid question. So I just didn’t say anything at all. And you never brought it up again, and then the more time passed the more it became impossible to bring it up.”

“Yeah,” Carlos agrees.

“But was my fault. You were just a kid, it was my job to make it okay and I didn’t.” Gabriel reaches out to squeeze Carlos’s shoulder. “I don’t care who you love, Carlos. As long as you love them right.”

Carlos sniffs and nods.

“And I meant what I said before. You made me proud the other day. Not just because you followed your instincts and did your job. Because you protected the person you love, and that’s what a good man does.”

“I always …” Carlos blinks tears out of his eyes and feels like a little boy as he admits, “I always wanted you to think I was good enough.”

“I do. I’m so sorry you thought I didn’t.”

“I thought maybe me being gay … that you thought I wouldn’t be a good cop because of it.”

For a moment, his father doesn’t speak. Carlos’s heart races and his skin crawls. He hates this, he hates being exposed like this with anyone, but especially his dad. Everything they’re discussing needs to be said, and has needed to be said for a long time, but that doesn’t make this conversation easier to have.

“I did think that, at first,” Gabriel admits. “You were always sensitive.”

Carlos nods shortly as his insides twist around each other, but then Gabriel puts his hand back on Carlos’s shoulder and leaves it there this time. Carlos looks at him, into the warmth of his eyes, and he’s smiling sadly.

“But I was wrong. I shouldn’t have thought that, and I know that now. You care about people. You stand up for people weaker than you. You protect the people you love. You saved the man you love, Carlos.”

Carlos swallows and nods again, this time with different emotions gripping at his windpipe.

“You knew he was in danger and you didn’t stop until you had him back in your arms. That is what a good man does. You made me so proud, son. And it’s my fault that I didn’t notice for so long what an impressive man you’ve become. Not yours.”

#anon asks #911 lone star #paperstorm writes

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hsmtmts-arrows · 1 year ago

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maddox doesn't speak to ashlyn at all, even following to the next day. if they do have to communicate, maddox does it through sharp, irritated gestures and scowls. ashlyn's heart aches whenever she sees her, imagines tiny maddox and even tinier jet, scrounging to survive... she's always had an overwhelmingly vivid imagination, so she can see it, see maddox trying to get enough food for her little brother, probably forgoing her own needs in favour of making sure her little brother would like. it hurts and she wants to reach out, wants to say something, but maddox takes any and every excuse not to talk to her.

ashlyn thinks they'll have to talk to get on the horse, right? wrong, maddox gets up—ashlyn holds her hands up again, but feels almost disappointed when maddox doesn't slip. then, she flushes red. it was bad enough the other day, now you want it?

they set off again, and while she's tempted to put her arms around her waist again, she's sure maddox would personally stop the horse and kill her herself. so she holds back, although as they get faster at some points, she can't help herself. she lets go immediately every time.

finally, finally, they reach the northern heights' base. it's a pretty small abandoned village, but they've set up camps in a few areas. they tie the horses to the bars on the window to the house they're closest to.

as ben mazzara shares the jobs and what they'll be doing, the rest of them peek around the corner.

right in their line of sight, in one of the little camps they've set up, are the captives, and ashlyn gasps, and she feels maddox tense beside her.

from this distance, it's impossible to tell fully, but jet seems to have a black eye. val, tied to him, is holding her head up but doesn't seem to be much more aware of her surroundings. ricky, however, is slumped over and unconscious, and has a cut on his forehead. they're surrounded by some of the northern heights—lily and a big burly boy. even as they watch, lily's talking to jet, and maddox tenses even more, somehow.

then lily straightens and nods at the guy next to her, who slaps jet.

ashlyn barely manages to put her shock aside in time to grab maddox and yank her back before she does something she'll regret.

"we can't—" ashlyn whispers to her.

"i'll fucking kill them, i'll kill them all—" maddox kicks away but EJ, mazzara and carlos all grab her too, and bring her back. "we have to—"

"we will get them back." miss jenn tells her, eyes sharp. "but we need to wait until the big guard boy is alone. the more people there are, the more likely they are to be used like carlos was."

carlos flinches, and it's clearly the memory of madison which makes maddox clench her teeth but stop struggling.

maddie wanted to charge in right there and then. she wanted to shoot down every fucking stupid northern light in sight before getting her friends back. she didn't care. but minutes of waiting became an hour, which then became hours and hours. they camped out in one of the furthest huts, where no one seemed to be coming that close to at all. everyone took turns to lookout for when the guard would change or be left alone, but it seemed like it would never happen.

maddox said there was always the option of attacking at night, but ej reminded her that if they couldn't see the rest of the northern lights, they could all be waiting and surround them right there and then. she hated it. she just wanted her brother back, why was that too much to ask for?

at first, ej and carlos watched over, while nini was busy with the horses, making sure they wouldn't make any noises that could bring extra attention to what there already was. mazzara and jenn slept, which left ashlyn and maddie. ash wanted to say something, anything during the whole of ej and carlos' day shift, but from the way that maddie kept loading and unloading her gun, it seemed she wasn't in the talking mood.

but soon came the nightshift. as much as nini said she wanted to do it, maddox put her name in for it first- and ash just had to pitch in to do it with her. what the fuck was her game? to try and kill maddox with kindness?

the darkness of the desert and village brought peace that maddie wasn't expecting. sure, was she still set on saving everyone, but it was all quiet, which helped her mind. she didn't need this. she was meant to be on her way to the south lake region by now to see what goods she could get for the hunters. but instead, she'd spent the last few days trying to get her bro bear and friends back.

the two sit there at the doorstep, with one concentrated maddox and a concerned ashlyn. they hadn't spoken since the argument in the tent. ashlyn had been thinking about it. hell, it was all ashlyn could think about. maddie had thought about it, too. but she didn't want to admit it. she didn't want to admit that maybe she was contemplating if she'd come off slightly strong on ashlyn. jet would tell her to stand her ground with her argument, anyways.

the wind lets out a low whistle as it passes them by, and ash watches as maddox clicks her gun all back together again for what felt like the millionth time. she can't stand it anymore. she doesn't know if its the silence or the repeating noises from maddie's actions, but she couldn't bare to listen to it anymore.

"if you could change one thing about your life, what would it be?" ashlyn quietly asks her.

a horrified, confused look spreads across maddox's face as she turns to the girl next to her as if she'd just asked her to kill another person, "what?" the question in response has a bitter tone, which ash tries to not take too carefully.

ash turns to look back at the village in front of them, and maddox is pretty sure that ash is then going to keep quiet. what kind of question was that? what fucking book had she read that in that claimed it was a good conversation starter?

"i ask myself that a lot." ash murmurs to maddox beside her. "it used to be where i lived or, my job or something like that." maddox stops clicking the gun and then waits for ashlyn to continue, "but now. it would be to help those who need it." maddox doesn't know what to say. wasn't that the whole fucking point of the sheriff? "not in a general sense- i wanna help people and give them shelter, use the money that we have in the village for good, not for power." maddie stays quiet at ash's words. was it a trick? was this to get back on her good side? "i think i'll resign as sheriff when i get back home." but then maddie freezes. what? no. that doesn't make sense.

"don't do that." maddox says it before she thinks it through. ash's head turns to her, slightly surprised she even replied to what she's said. "the northern heights will come back even more regularly if you stepped down, although richard is funny, he doesn't have the guts to stand up against lily." maddie continues to say. "you can probably do all those lovely community activities and still be a sheriff." she then mumbles.

ash stares for a second at maddox before receiving another glare that she didn't like, making ashlyn turn her head back to in front of them. "what about you?" she asks after another long silence. the way maddox then snickers causes ash to think it was all a bad idea to talk at all. she decides to at that point just keep all her thoughts to herself and that there was no point to really try with maddox anymore.

"i would find my parents. i don't know what i'd do, though." maddie then says. ash listens, nodding to show that. she's not about to start another argument. she knows damn well there's differences between her and maddie, but she wasn't about to give up. "they left when jet was seven. what was i supposed to do with that?" "i would tell them everything that's led up to where me and jet are today. just to see if they care."

"you didn't deserve that." ash tries to comfort the girl, but it's not easy. "neither of you did." maddie doesn't have a comment back, instead she holds back from rolling her eyes. when the two then sit there at the doorstep, ashlyn thinks, taking in everything that maddox has said to her since this whole situation had began.

"you were right." ash says. maddie turns her gaze up at ash and away from her gun again. ashlyn caswell admitting the outlaw was right? write the time and date down. "i get it all handed to me- all because of the fact i was born a caswell. and i've never even realised it until you said so." ash chuckles at how stupid she'd been up until then. "but i won't continue to let it happen."

"yeah? what're you gonna do? reject your monthly extra pay from your uncle?" the snarky comment slips from maddox before she can even stop it.

"no." ashlyn tells her. "i'm gonna do what i said i'd do. use it for good."

"like the stupid fund that's just for when people with jobs can't afford a horse that month that your uncle started to stay mayor?" maddox questioned, patience running thin. it was just a never-ending marathon for her.

"no. his idea was stupid and was made to get him votes, anyways." ashlyn agrees, "no- i would have a place that offered free shelter and food for those who don't have a job or need a fresh start. people from wherever could come and visit- all of it would be free."

"wow..." maddox nods at the thought, "can't wait to hear how you're gonna get the bucks for that one, sheriff."

"i'll get ej to talk to cash to give me the money." ashlyn dismisses. "he apparently can't say no to his golden son." and it makes maddox laugh. only for a second. but it is a laugh. "whatever happens tonight, you and the hunters will be welcome, maddox." ash tells her.

for a second, maddie wants to believe ashlyn, she really does. but then she remembers all the looks she and the rest of them would get the moment they'd step into town. the questions they'd get about where they get their money from. god, it would never end. "i wish it was that simple, ash."

#okay i've literally got nothing now do ur time skip and whump the blorbos bestie my head is spinning and my brain is empty #yeah it took me over an hour to write this. i got distracted like four times and simply can never just sit there and write rn #anyways #western au

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pithyorangecurd · 2 years ago

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I posted 14,762 times in 2022

That's 14,762 more posts than 2021!

1,227 posts created (8%)

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I tagged 3,716 of my posts in 2022

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#and the spiritual successor of it in the furious little hot head who wants to burn a circus to the ground for stealing his brother from him

My Top Posts in 2022:

He was a kid once. Fifteen.

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If Elias found out there was a place that required you to fill out a form to have sex you wouldn't be able to remove him from it. No power would be able to seperate him from that wonderland.

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On the matter of Jon and Martin's descent into Nightvale Citizens I would say.

Jon's died three times now.

Once by Tim, buried in rubble.

Once by Elias, calling on the end of the world, calling all the powers that be into his mortal form, crushing him into a spec and a blip and then exploding inwards out.

Once by Martin, gouging his eye out, and severing him from the only thing maintaining him. Everything cut off again, but this time there's no explosion of power to bring poor little Jon back, just everything inhabiting and crushing him out of the way as it sucks into him.

Jon died, and he wasnt coming back, except Nightvale is a living beast and the roads pathe her body, and she Cares for the people she holds. And especially she cares for her Voice, who hates gore. Jon died, but he and Cecil are the same beast, so they can inhabit a single soul together, because Cecil died too. He's being inhabited the same as Jon, and what chaces Cecil is just as happy to haunt and linger on the sides of Jon's vision just out of the way, waiting for him to See It so he can be hunted.

Jon missed being hunted, I imagine it feels special. He's not alone anymore, and this one he can't help but to love because this hunting nourishes him. He just can't hunt back, lest it consume him.

That's his to deal with!

Anyways, Jon sharing CECIL'S soul, which is the hard to explain part to Martin. Do I love him?? I dont THINK so? But I feel like I'll die if I take ten steps away. Sharing Cecil's soul makes you less than human in a weird way. He shows you so much, and forces your eyes to glaze over the bad parts of things, he turns you stupid. Jon in s5 would have seen the bowing chipping painting of a sky and been worried, but wtse hardly notices the creak and blames the footsteps on bad weather. When he has paintchips fall in his ice cream he just makes a face at cecil when he leans over to lick it off and laugh and say its just sunlight its not going to HURT you, Jon.

Cecils making him oblivious.

It would take Martin noticing, and it's Martin's job to. But Martin was born of Jon. Sad!

Martin died of heartbreak, and accepted a seperation from everyone and everything. And left his soul attached to Jon, who accepted it. And then Jon died, and now Jon's soul is a distorted thing that hops and skitters and caws and is that a caw? It sounds like an owl, but it certainly isnt. It clicks.

Martin's turned weird, as Jon is turned weird. Martin's supposed to be Jon's Earl, but he's turning into his Carlos. Earl was made FOR Cecil, but Martin was made OF Jon.

They're turning into citizens quicker than either would care to notice, which is a lot quicker than they actually WOULD notice. Kinda cute!

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Bro the gossip in nightvale rn has to be insane fr

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My #1 post of 2022

Ill be honest i dont vibe w the jon was always in love with martin narrative

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#I do agree im a mutuals Stan blog thanks tumblr

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demongemz · 10 months ago

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“Surely not anymore, I mean isn’t it standard practice to take away such titles to criminals? You may have the schooling but your reputation will be forever tarnished Mr. Pederson” Carlos mused was he poking the bear and egging the other on? Of course, he wanted to see if the other was really beyond Gabi’s disappearance and possible death. He’d do anything for his sister since clearly she was the only family he had here despite whatever John Kramer had attempted to build for him it was nothing but promised lies. “Of he did after all that’s the rumor going around you shot Gideon Kramer and beat Gabi to death out of spirit. But it’s not Cecilia’s lies, it’s Edgars and John Kramers, so I’m here to look you in the eye, figure out if I believe your story or not, because when I find out who took my sister and caused her pain, Hell would be a welcome mercy for what I have planned. They say she was working for you the whole time and that you supplied her drugs to feed her habit. Another one of Cecillia’s lies then?” He questioned the farm and felt off from the first moment he arrived, the man seemed to be over the top and unnecessary not to mention how quickly he seemed to win over teenagers within the place. “You still believe that you’ll get out? If you are being framed, then this won't be just a half-assed job, the police are searching your place and your office, funny how with you out of the way this opens up time for people to plant even more damning evidence. Hate to see someone so smart act so stupid so wise up and see this as the threat they intended.” @lcvenderhcze

"DOCTOR PEDERSON. I'M STILL A DOCTOR." it seemed to be something that people were keen on doing - taking away his title and believing that he was done for, but.. they were wrong. they were wrong and as soon as he was out of here? he was going to find out who had put him in here in the first place - he had a sneaking suspicion or two as it was, of course, but.. nothing that he knew for sure. "curiously enough, you're not the first person to come here with that accusation. mark hoffman was first and.. i'm going to tell you the same thing that i told him, because.. clearly, both of you have fallen for cecilia's lies. i did not kill the girl. i shot the boy, yes, but.. there was no one else there. just me and him. no one else. if the girl is gone? it's because she did something to displease my daughter and perhaps threatened to tell parker sears something and.. cecilia killed her. if i had to guess? her body is somewhere in that farm." telling him precisely what he had told hoffman, because.. it was the truth. "no, i'm not. sooner than later? my lawyers and the people i have working for me will get me out of here and then.. well." they'd all die. @demongemz

#c: lcvenderhcze || Finn Pederson #Carlos || Threads #death mention tw

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xhopelesslyromanticx · 2 years ago

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Just an Affair - Charles Leclerc x Reader

Part 2

Masterlist

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, cheating, alcohol, explicit language, toxic behavior

summary: Feeling that your marriage was starting to fall apart you go seek comfort in the arms of a certain Monégasque guy. Knowing just how complicated things could get as your own husband was his literal opponent.

The glass of champagne in your hand was already empty again as you bit the inside of your mouth so hard you were afraid the sensitive flesh was gonna bleed. One arm crossed over your body in an introverted manner while you leaned against the cold marble bar counter behind you. Feeling stupid for having put on your fancy lingerie, stupid for wearing the short black dress that you nearly suffocated in and even more stupid that you had come there despite knowing it wasn’t gonna end well.

You watched as your husband was all smiles and giggles as he chatted with the Formula 1 elite. All of them suited up and with a drink in their hands. The drivers all clearly hated this but it was part of the job. These were the people that brought the money, so it was of course expected for everyone to be nice. When you awaited for the waiter to refill what seemed like your millionth glass of champagne your attention fell to the lounge area, seeing some drivers had accumulated there, most of them with their girlfriend or wife by their side.

It made your stomach twist with embarrassment. Seeing how Max had his arms wrapped around his partner Kelly and how a clearly tired Carlos was resting his head on his girlfriend Isas shoulder. All seemingly living the same life as you but just being better at it. You blushed as you realized your staring hadn’t gone unnoticed, feeling the eyes of a certain brown haired Monégasque linger on you. The young man shooting you a friendly smile as his hands played with the glass in his hand.

It was the week of the Miami grand prix and you hadn’t enjoyed your stay in the states so far. Even if you had just arrived less then twenty four hours ago, it had been very unpleasant to say the least. But maybe it wasn’t the places fault, everything was perfect here after all. Or so it seemed.

„Here you go.“ the bartender handed you another glass of champagne, as you had decided to stick to the sparkling beverage. Knowing how bad things could get if you opted for something stronger or started mixing different alcohols. This was merely to not upset your stomach but also get you drunk enough to forget your worries. You gave the waiter a small nod before mumbling a short thank you as you brought the rim of glass to your lips, your bracelet on your wrist jingling with your every movement. Your eyes travelled through the room again as a sigh left your lips. God, how was it always you that ended up at the bar totally alone?

„Enjoying the bar all by yourself I see.“ you turned your head to the right, checking who had just approached you. But even just the strong french accent had given it away as you stared at the brown haired guy who had a big smile on his lips, ever so perfectly showcasing his dimples. You smiled before taking another sip as you just looked at him watching your every movement „Yes but it’s good champagne at least.“

Charles shook his head, chuckling before turning to the bar and ordering himself a drink. He then hopped up onto the bar chair, causing you to raise your eyebrows. Was he really here to give you company? In a way it was sweet but also incredibly sad as you figured how pathetic you must look. But the Ferrari driver didn’t even give you much time to think about it as he signaled you to sit down as well. You did so, readjusting your short dress a little as you took place on the high bar chair. Charles eyes fell onto your legs while you did so and you could tell he was holding his breath in before brushing it off and asking „Enjoying Miami so far?“

„Mhm.“ you nodded, resting your arms on the counter top „It’s very nice, the place I mean.“

Charles furrowed his brows, the sad tone in your voice obviously didn’t go unnoticed to him. He could feel the eyes of his friends in the lounge on him, all of them wondering what the hell the young guy was trying to do. But he didn’t really care about what people thought. He had always liked you, even just from the few times he had gotten to talk to you. For a long time it was almost impossible to catch you alone, which had of course intimidated him. He wasn’t gonna risk anyone in the paddock having a personal vendetta against him, especially not the guy that called himself your husband. But things had changed lately and it didn’t go unnoticed to the Monégasque guy, that you seemingly spent more time standing in the corner all alone than usual.

„Yes, of course the place is nice.“ Charles chuckled, not really content with your answer „But what about you? Are you enjoying yourself?“

Charles saw as you wanted to say something but then decided against it. He also noticed your head turning around and looking through the room as if you were searching someone. And when you didn’t find him, your whole expression changed. Suddenly the guy found you to be much more relaxed and talkative. You two talked for nearly an hour as the place was starting to empty out. He would never forget the sound of you laughter and the feeling of your hand on his knee when you tried to calm yourself.

„He seriously said that?“ you wiped the corner of your eyes, having cried literal tears from lauging too hard.

„Yes! I swear!“ the young guy laughed, as he watched you closely. The room almost completely empty with only the two of you and people starting to clean up. Only now you noticed how nice this bar was, with the chandeliers and all the details on the walls. Finishing your champagne as you had calmed yourself a little, you ran your hands through your tangled hair.

„I may or not have to go.“ you sighed, looking at the time on your phone „Its past midnight and I’m gonna have to go back to the hotel.“

Charles lips turned into a frown as he noticed your heel playing with his chair. Your naked leg basically intertwined with his. Was this a sign? God the young guy felt scared to do what he did next but he just had to; he nervously placed his hand on your naked thigh as your eyes fell onto him. You held your breath at the sudden touch, almost giving you goosebumps. His hand travelled higher up when he saw you didn’t disobey and finally his fingers played with the hem of your short dress.

„Please don’t go.“ the young guy whispered his fingers now confidently wandering under your dress. You quickly grabbed his wrist stopping his movements as you were already a little flustered. Charles almost looked sad when you did so, thinking you had just rejected him but your next words surprised the guy „Charles, not here.“

The feeling of being pressed against the hard wall behind you was enough to drive you crazy as you remembered the last time you felt this excited with your fingers buried in Charles hair as he eagerly attacked the skin on your neck with kisses. You wrapped you leg around him trying to pull him closer into you. You couldn’t even feel the cold bathroom wall against your back as you felt this incredible rush go through your body. Charles hands roaming your body, before resting on your hips. He pulled away from you, grasping for air as he looked at you with puffy lips and messy hair „Are you sure about this mon amour?“

God how would you even resist at a sight like that. You nodded and next thing you knew Charles guided you to wrap your second leg around him as you jumped up and put your arms around his neck, your face only inches away from his. The young guy carried you over to the bathroom sink before putting you down on the flat marble surface. He placed his lips onto yours softly again before quickly undressing himself from his blazer, dropping it to the ground as he started unzipping your dress while you unbuckled his belt. Much quicker in undressing you let his pants drop down to the floor. As Charles felt your hand on his lower stomach, playing with the the hem of his underwear he stopped in his track „Wait!“

You froze pulling away from him confused, had you done something wrong? Judging from his hard on that couldn’t be the case. Charles grabbed your left hand with out another word. He then held it up, signaling you what his problem was. You raised your eyebrows sending him a challenging look „Just take it off then.“

Charles didn’t need anything else as he tried to take of the silver ring on your finger with his hand. When he realized that didn’t work he quickly put his mouth use. Taking your finger in his mouth before carefully pulling off the ring with his teeth. Was he trying to test you? You knew you where supposed to feel bad about this, guilty even. This was the worst thing anyone could do but somehow it made you feel incredibly; good.

Your ring was placed onto the sink next to you before Charles started roughly pulling up your dress, not even bothering unzipping it anymore as it revealed your black lingerie. The Ferrari driver chuckled shaking his head at the sight of it as you could feel him press against your thigh. You looked down as you felt his thumb press against your lips before he grabbed your chin „You were planing on this, huh?“

Rolling your eyes you shook your head before biting your lips; guys and their ego. You put your hands onto his lower stomach again before now going a step further and pulling them down. Charles now feeling challenged by this and wanting to keep the upper hand, quickly and roughly did the same to you before without hesitation putting his fingers onto your private area. He teased you by running his fingers through your folds, feeling how wet you were, giving him exactly what you wanted „I bet I can make you cum with just my fingers.“

You chuckled shaking your head, as you tried not to go insane at his teasing touches. Your hand now wrapped around his cock without a warning as the guy took a sharp breath in. You smirked before whispering into his ear„I bet I can do it faster.“

He looked down at your hand as he closed his eyes for a second, knowing he was fucked. With how worked up he was he wasn't gonna last long. But Charles was extremely competitive so he of course agreed to the stupid challenge and next thing you knew he entered one of his fingers into you, slowly pumping in and out. One soon turned into two and then into three as his other hand stared rubbing circles against your clit.

„Fuck.“ you whimpered, already at his mercy. Somehow you managed to pump your own hand still wrapped around him up and down, even if it was hard to coordinate. Charles groaned before pressing his lips onto yours, your head pressed against the bathroom mirror. His movements remaining steady.

„Charles.“ you now moaned, feeling his hand against you with each of the pumps. He really knew what he was doing and you couldn’t remember the last time you actually felt like this. It wasn’t like your sex life was dead but once you start to resent someone it’s hard to enjoy the sex part. Did you actually just say you resent your husband? God what was this guy doing to you.

„You’re fucking crazy.“ Charles groaned, feeling the familiar feeling rush through his body. He couldn’t cum before you though so he picked up his pace, making you throw you head back as you were a moaniing mess. A satisfying smirk placed on the young guys face but next thing he knew cum started dripping down his shaft right onto your hand. That was enough to put you over the edge and with your head thrown back and your husband opponents fingers buried inside of you, you reached that sweet high you had been longing for. And Charles did so at the exact same time. Resting his hand on the mirror next to you, as he came all over your thighs. He closed his eyes, catching his breath before wordlessly pulling his fingers out of you.

The brown haired guy pulled up his underwear and pants before grabbing some tissues and starting to clean up your thighs. You were taken aback by the sweet gesture, not used to this kind of affection after sex. But somehow the young guy made sure you were all cleaned up, before pulling up your panties. You watched him with furrowed brows closely as he readjusted your dress, his look so concentrated. When Charles was done he looked up at you, seeing your confused gaze

„What?“ the guy chuckled, not understanding what he had done wrong. But you just shrugged your shoulders shaking your head, not wanting to ruin the moment with your own insecurities. You then hopped down the sink and just when you wanted to unlock the door, the Monégasque guy grabbed your upper arm agins. He turned you around looking down at you before pressing a soft kiss onto your lips again, as his hands brushed down your hair „Now let’s get you home.“

The next morning you woke up with a pounding headache. Memories of what happened the night before flooding your brain. God, what had you done? Seeing your husband had already left for practice you took your time to get ready. The only thought on your mind while showering being a certain brown haired guy. Still wondering what this now meant. But even if it had been wrong, it had felt so good to be wanted and treated with respect.

You were also dreading going to the paddock because when you had gotten back to the hotel late last night your husband wasn’t exactly pleased. Allthough he had already been sleeping when you laid down next to him he hit you with a „We‘ll talk about this tomorrow.“

So with an eery feeling in your stomach you made your way to the Miami gardens. Not wanting him to get more upset with you than he probably already was. You had put on a white two piece and kept hair and makeup fairly simple. Maybe it was your unconsciousness trying to make you look as innocent as possible. But you felt like guilt was written all over your face when you stepped out off your Uber. Using your badge to get past security but most of them already recognizing you.

A couple of teams where already done practicing for the first session on this Friday morning. So passed a couple of familiar faces all of them smiling at you bit not daring to say anything. It had always made you feel like kind of an outsider. Even the drivers girlfriends seemed to have a shared dislike for you, which you just couldn’t understand. But then again it was probably more of an issue with your husband than you. You also walked past the Ferrari home but Charles didn’t seem to be there. It was probably better, after all you shouldn’t think about him. You were here to support your husband.

„Y/n!“ a familiar voice yelled after you, making you cringe internally. You turned around to look at the older guy with the mercedes logo on his his chest.

„Toto!“ you gave him a fake smile as he furrowed his eyebrows, wondering why you had just wanted to pass the mercedes hospitality. You hadn’t wanted to talk to anyone, so you had been heading towards the stands but that was now not gonna happened.

„Tell me, Y/n. What the hell have you done to Lewis?“ Toto chuckled, shaking his head. You couldn’t tell if it was a joke or not but the mention of your husband‘s name alone made you wanna throw up. The gravity of what you had done hitting you.

„What- What do you mean?“ you stuttered, nervously fidgeting with your bag, glad you had choosen to wear sunglasses or else Toto would have probably noticed something was up right away. The Mercedes boss looked at you critically, he had never seen you this uneasy. Normally you had always been calm and relaxed but today there was something else going on.

„The guy's totally out of it today. Yelling at people and driving terribly.“ Toto explained, earning a sigh from you. Lewis could be so moody sometimes it was one of the things you absolutely despised about him. Every little thing you‘d do could cause him to go off like a little child throwing a tantrum. But it had been even worse since he had lost the championship last year, actually that’s when your marriage had started to go downhill. Your husband just was incredibly narcissist and everything was about him all the time. Or at least that’s how you felt.

„Alright.“ you just shrugged your shoulders, actually not really caring wheter or not Lewis was doing well. You had stopped caring about him winning after last year, seeing how incredibly dependent his happiness was on the stupid competition. It was an incredible turn off seeing him do things that weren’t sportsmanship like at all when racing against Max. And the things he had said, even to you, you weren’t ever gonna forget it. It made you hate this goddamn sport so much.

The look on Totos face was one of confusion and also disappointment as he tried to find the right words to say, just now realizing how bad it stood for Lewis and you. But there wasn’t enough time for him to say something because soon enough your husband walked onto the paddock, wearing his race wear and looking absolutely done as he drank his water while people were stood all around him, handing him towels and acting like he was some sort of god. Behind him followed none other than Charles, who hair was sticking down to his forehead as he clearly struggled under the warm Miami sun. Charles looked rather startled, and even when his eyes fell on you his expression didn’t change much.

„Lewis!“ Toto yelled his arms crossed as Lewis caught up to you. He looked at you behind Toto, not acknowledging you much at all „What the hell happened? It’s not even been five minutes!“

Lewis sighed, taking of his headset as he wiped some sweat of his forehead ignoring all the cameras around him. He looked at Toto with a clenched jaw, mad the guy hadn’t been there to communicate with him over the radio when he needed him „Me and Charles touched and I spun before I went into the wall.“

Toto stomped the ground angrily, making you flinch a little. You just hoped Charles was okay and not hurt, knowing how scary crashes could get. But the Mercedes boss was more than mad by now, feeling Lewis was being reckless „This is free practice Lewis! What the fuck are you doing driving so close to one another!“

„It was his fault! He‘s super competitive and drove up on me way to closely, leaving me no space to break!“ Lewis defended himself, making sure that no one heard him. Toto didn’t even really listen to him, he just turned around and gave you one last look as if he was trying to say that this was all your fault before walking off into the motor home. You watched him leave, awkwardly bouncing on your legs as Lewis stood beside you mustering you as he drank out his straw.

„Where were you last night?“ there it was, the question you had been avoiding to hear. You looked at your husband , biting the inside of your mouth. Thoughts traveling through your mind, what if he already knew? What would happen if he found out?

„I stayed at the bar a little longer.“ you shrugged your shoulders crossing your arms. He wasn’t one to talk after all, he had literally just left without you. Not even asking if you wanted to come with him. Lewis looked at you critically, not knowing wheter or not not he believed you. He knew you very well after all or at least he thought he did "It’s not like it really matters Lewis, right? Just focus on racing-"

„Of course it matters to me when my wife gets home in the middle of the night with zero explanation.“ Lewis muttered under his breath taking a step towards you. Great, he was angry again. This could only end well. You clenched your jaw, rolling your eyes, luckily your glasses prevented Lewis from seeing so.

„I just told you why.“ you insisted, staying calm so he wouldn’t flip out. Sometimes it felt like Lewis didn’t even listen to you, like he had his mind and opinions all made up. You shifted on your feet as felt uncomfortable by all the glares on you. Your eyes wandering the paddock as everyone was noisy and wanted to know what the seven time world champion was seemingly so mad about. Your eyes fell on Charles, who was watching you with crossed arms as he sat in front of the Ferrari motor sport home. He looked mad for some reason.

„Why are you looking at everyone but me?“ Lewis now spat out, clearly frustrated with how distant you seemed to be. You shot Lewis a death stare, shaking your head. People were watching and this was incredibly inappropriate.

„Lewis please.“ you sighed but the older guy didn’t listen, instead he just shook his head before angrily walking away. You were left feeling humiliated and embarrassed as you tried to resist the urge to cry. A breakdown in front of these people who had seemingly hated you all along was literally the last thing you needed. So you took up all your courage taking a deep breath in before starting to head towards the exit again.

Charles had watched what seemed like a altercation between Lewis and you while he resisted the urge to go off at some of the Ferrari mechanics who were making fun of it.

„Seems like there‘s trouble in paradise.“ one of the guys in the red suits chuckled, clearly enjoying the sight of their opponent struggling. Charles took a deep breath in as he continued to listen to the disgusting conversation.

„Yes, I always disliked her though.“ the other guy stated, watching you with crossed arms „I mean she has to be out of it if she married that prick.“

„Can you shut up?“ Charles now interrupted the two, not wanting to hear anything else. Earning some confused looks by the mechanics Charles got off his chair. His body still aching a little from his collision with Lewis.

When he saw you take off he contemplated wheter or not to follow you. You looked sad and upset to say the least and he knew he had to be very discreet about it.Pacing up and down as he readjusted his messy hair and when he saw you disappear into the main building he decided it be okay for him to go after you. He excused himself, telling the mechanics he‘d get something to eat and walked off rather quickly. Knowing he‘d have to rush if he still wanted to catch you.

When he made it to the main building he looked around the hallway for any sight of you and to his luck he saw you stand there and lean against the wall. The Ferrari driver did on last check to see if anyone was watching and when he saw it was just the two of you, he approached you. He felt nervous, the confidence he had last night seemingly having disappeared into thin air. Little did Charles know that you felt the exact same way when you saw him. Without alcohol in your system and even slightly hungover it felt weird.

„Y/n.“ the guy mumbled finally caught up with you as you leaned against the blank white walls, next to the empty reception. This building that worked as a back entrance for all working for Formula 1 was empty all over, giving one an eery feeling when walking in the hollow halls. Charles didn’t know what to do with his hand, resorting in him awkwardly scratching the back of his neck.

„Charles.“ you shot him a weak smile, sensing he was just as nervous as you. It was really endearing seeing the young guy this worked up, barely getting out words.

„I-I…“ he now stuttered, causing you to raise your eyebrows in order to signal him you wanted to know what he was trying to get across. „Are- Are you okay?“

You knew he was asking because he saw Lewis and you. Or better; Lewis yelling at you. This is exactly what you had always been afraid of, being nothing but a side character in someones life. But how could it be different, of course everything was about Lewis. All about Lewis, all the time.

„I am now.“ you stated, looking into Charles eyes. It still struck you that you hadn’t noticed how beautiful he was till last night. You had of course always thought he was a handsome guy but something was different now. It’s like you could actually see him. Charles could see it in your eyes, the way you looked at him. It made him feel incredible, like he had all the power in the world. So it only came natural that not even a second later he had his hand gripping on your waist as he smashed his lips onto your eagerly. Taken a back at first, you gave in after a couple of seconds. The kiss esger and rough but somehow still passionate, something you weren’t used to.

You whimpered feeling his tongue enter your mouth as his hands roamed your body, making you feel squirmy. Charles chuckled at the sound, pulling away and looking at you mischievously „Already?“ he asked as you punched his shoulder playfully. He knew you were at his ease and he absolutely loved it.

You reconnected your lips for a short second before backing away once more and whispering „Meet me outside at midnight.“

Charles was pacing up and down his hotel room, impatiently waiting for the clock to strike midnight. He felt nervous, checking his reflection in the mirror for the hundredth time as he readjusted his hair again. His white button up hanging loosely, revealing his toned chest. He thought about you. How incredible you were and how he couldn’t understand how Lewis could be stupid enough not to see it.

That was one more thing, normally one is supposed to feel some kind of guilt but Charles didn’t at all. He couldn’t have cared less about the man who called himself your husband.And yes that was possibly because Lewis treated you like garbage in his eyes.

You slid out from under the sheets, Lewis asleep next to you. As you grabbed the shoes closest to you before looking back on last time. Thinking, if he just got up now, if he just saw you for once, then maybe you’d stay. But Lewis didn’t get up and a few seconds later you were wandering the empty hotel halls in nothing but your black silk nightgown and high heels. Knowing you were about to do something you could never take back.

Charles had his Ferrari parked outside your hotel, when leaving the building you earned a weird look from the nightclerk but you just ignored it. Walking into the pitch black night as the air hit your face. Surprised that it was still a little fresh out even if it was already May.

The look you earned from the Monégasque guy could only be described as one of disbelief. Charles resisted to say something as he drove off with you in his car. The Ferrari driver drove what seemed like forever as he headed to some hotel he had booked a little out of town. Much more lowkey then the place he was probably staying at. But you knew you couldn’t risk anyone seeing you.

Entering the room you were surprised by the sight. It seemed like the young guy had driven out here ahead of time and prepared a setting that reminded you of those in movies. Rose petals spread all over the floor as millions of candles where lit around the room, resulting in not even needing light. And on the bed there was a tray with champagne and glasses.

„You did this?“ you asked turning around to look at the guy closing the door behind him. Charles turned around smiling like a little kid but the continuing to shrug it off like it’s no big deal.

„Yes, whatever.“ he scratched the back of his neck looking at you as he studied your expression while you looked around the room in awe. Unsure of wheter or not you liked it he whispered „Is it too much?“

This caused a chuckle to leave your lips, confusing the poor guy even more. Turning towards him as you slowly approached him before wrapping your hands around his neck. The sent of his cologne filling you with bliss, as you looked deep into his eyes before smiling „No, it’s perfect.“

Charles could have sworn he heard your voice tremble a little. Feeling relieved you were just as emotionally invested in this as him. He then continued to gently pull you close to him by grabbing your waist, his eyes still lost in yours before falling on your lips. Licking his own before he slowly leaned in. The kiss was different than the other ones you shared, resembling more the goodbye one he gave you just a night before. You never wanted it to stop, relaxing into it as you sighed. Charles then continued kissing all the way down your jaw to your neck and then collarbone. You threw your head back as his hands buried themselves in your hair.

After a little while you couldn’t handle the sweet teasing any longe so you started stumbling towards the bed, holding him by his collar gently. You put you lips back onto his eagerly roaming your hands over your body before finally ending up at his belt. Starting to unbuckle it Charles pulled away breathlessy „Wait!“ the brown haired guy chuckled causing you to furrow your eyebrows.

„What?“ you whispered basically painting for air and once again Charles took your hand and held it up. But when you both looked at it, you realized you weren’t even wearing your wedding ring at all. You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion but decided to just forget about it, you had probably just forgotten it in the shower or somewhere.

„Alright then.“ Charles smirked, satisfied with the little thing tying you to Lewis already being out the picture. He continued to kiss you, laying you down onto the bed underneath him as he hovered above you, running his fingers against your bare leg. Before you knew the guy had taken off his pants, while you worked on unbuttoning his shirt. It didn’t take long and you were laying there in just your underwear, ever so slightly shivering every time his fingers grazed your skin. With on swift motion he unclasped your bra behind your back and slid it of you ever so smoothly. A wave of insecurity hit you as you held your arms over your chest, feeling exposed as you looked at the guy above you. Charles shook his head, furrowing his eyebrows.

„Don’t do that.“ he whispered, removing your arms from your chest and pinning them to your sides in a non forceful manner. He looked down at you naked underneath him, his eyes sparkling „Your absoluetly beautiful. No need to hide mon amour.“

He placed his fingers between your breast and ran down between your chest, all the way to your lower stomach as he played with the hem of your lacy panties. Although you had technically seen one another naked an intimate once before, this felt much more real and not just a spur of the moment thing. You wanted this and he did too.

Charles then continued to slowly pull down your underwear, while mustering your expression. You bit your lips as you felt his hard on press against your thigh through the material of his underwear. It didn’t take long and his lips were connected with yours again as his index and middle finger started teasing your clit. At first very slow and sensual but picking up his pace as your moans got louder.

„Charles.“ you moaned, somehow feeling very natural to say his name „Please.“

The Monégasque guy chuckled, not stopping once but only getting faster as the sounds of your moans made his erection twitch in his pants. He pulled away from you, looking down at your puffy lips „I need you to say what you want mon amour.“

„You know what.“ you sighed rolling your eyes, your fingers digging into his back. You swore you could have cum right there and then. But you didn’t want to. Ignoring the feeling in your stomach as Charles geve you a challenging look „I want you to fuck me.“

Without hesitation Charles stopped his movement. The blunt choice of your words being enough to put him over edge. In what felt like not even a second and his own underwear was thrown to the ground as he hovered above you once again. Wrapping one of your leg around him as you pulled him hinto your body, his cock pressing against your pulsing clit. You felt him align himself against your entrance, his tips teasing your wet folds.

He was fidgety and squirmy, something you hadn’t yet noticed him to be. But you found it endearing and as one would say; sweet.

„Are you sure?“ he whispered one last time as you gave him a quick nod „Yes.“

Ever so slowly you could feel him enter you. His cock stretching your insides as your walls tightened around him. Waves of sensations flooding through your entire body as you felt him stop for a second, allowing you to relax . After you did so he continued to push in all the way. You whimpered biting your lips and Charls took that as his clue to reconnect your lips. As he started moving in and out of you slowly.

His hands roaming your body as you tried to comprehend all the feelings that you felt. Realizing just how much you missed having sex like this. With actual passion and care. Your moans becoming louder as Charles picked up the pace as you gripped onto the skin of his bare back. Charles panting himself as he kept on whispering sweet nothings into your ear. As you felt that familiar sensation build up in your stomach, deciding to wait till Charles himself was there.

It only took him a couple more seconds until you felt him twitch inside you, pulling out of you quickly as he came onto your once again. Coming down from your high you chuckled seeeing how much of a mess the guy had made, sweat glistening on his forehead as he looked up at you. A smirk forming on his lips as he looked up at you „I think this might become our new thing.“

That night would change your life forever. Not just of what you had done but the fact that your husband had gotten a call from the host of the Formula 1 event a couple of days ago claiming they had found his wifes wedding ring in the mens restrooms. The guy had to legally refuse to inform Lewis of how he knew it was yours but god he had the urge to share what he saw on cctv that night.

There was no doubt in Lewis mind that you had done something wrong and when you came home early that morning wearing only your nightgown and a guys button up, reeking of mens cologne and stumbling straight into the bathroom he knew what had happened. Lewis didn’t react though, wondering who the hell you had went to see. It struck him as odd that you weren’t even trying to cover your trail. Being super obvious about it, like you wanted him to know. It made him angry to think about you being with someone else. Who was it? Was it just a guy you had met here in Miami? Why would you throw away your whole marriage for that. For someone you barely knew. But the seven time world champion would go on to pretend like nothing happened the next days. He‘d take you out dor dinner and be the best husband he could possibly be. In hopes you‘d feel bad about your actions.

Race day came around and Charles was trying to concentrate on racing. But it was hard as he could only think about you, wondering how you were and what you were doing. He hadn’t heard anything from you since it happened an it confused him even more that Lewis had literally posted an instagram story of you with him at dinner last night, clearly showing you off. Like you were as happy as ever. It left the Ferrari driver doubting on how broken your marriage really was. It didn’t look all bad after all.

Everyone had always felt like you were unapproachable and it was mostly Lewis fault. Other drivers had told Charles to stay away from you as the British guy apparently had real jealousy problems. But Charles felt like it was unfair for everyone to just write you off because of your husband. You were your own person after all. That was part of the reason why he had approached you at the bar. He wanted to get to really know you, not the idea everyone had of you. And it left him with an uneasy feeling once he realized that he maybe liked the real version of you a little too much. Having opened up to him like you did the other night.

But with Lewis and you seemingly having made up, Charles felt like you were avoiding him. You had ignored his texts after practice and had walked straight past him this morning. And after Charles just couldn’t handle his worries any longer he decided to just ask. He approached the Mercedes motor home taking of his headset starting P2 today and really proud of himself. People there just ignored him busy with work, so he just passed them walking into the hospitality.

His eyes scanning the room looking for you but instead landing on the guy he had such a strong disliking for when he spotted him in a corner talking to you. Lewis seemingly was mad about something as he pacing up and down the room furiously. While you just stood there with teary eyes, leaning against the wall. Charles contemplated wheter or not to do something and as he approached the briton he could finally hear what was going on.

„No Y/n!“ Lewis spat out, ignoring Charles presence „That’s not the point!“

Your eyes fell onto Charles, holding your breath. What was he doing in here? Wiping the corner of your eyes, not wanting him to see you cry. You didn’t want to seem weak, especially not in front of someone like Charles who you adored so much. Having resisted the urge to answer his messages the past 24 hour, feeling like it was unfair to pull him into your mess. And it had seemed like Lewis was finally happy again here in Miami. He had taken you out for dinner last night and it was actually fun. It reminded you of the good old times you two used to have before everything got complicated. He was your Lewis again. The Lewis you had fallen in love with. But today something had switched. He was angry and mad at you from the second you woke up. Every thing you did rubbing him the wrong way.

Lewis of course noticed your eyes falling onto the Monégasque guy and ignoring him in return. It pissed him off, seeing that the Ferrari driver was also literally staring at you. He had enough shit going on, he didn’t need to bother with him right now. He turned towards Charles with raised eyebrows before muttering „What’s up Leclerc?“

Charles sensed Lewis was tense but it didn’t stop his concerns for you. He decided someone had to finally confront Lewis about his behavior. It wasn’t okay. The young guy sent you an apologetic look before looking at Lewis „Why is she crying?“

Lewis clenched his jaw, looking back at you ad you tried to wipe the tears continuing to drop down your cheeks „She’s not.“

„Yes, she’s clearly upset about something.“ Charles insisted, his accent strong as he tried to talk some sense into the guy. How could Lewis not feel bad for you? After all you had been with him for so long. Through everything allways by his side.

„Even if she is, it’s not your business!“ Lewis hissed, taking a step towards the young guy. It striked him as odd that the stranger seemingly was worried about you. Lewis was hit with a wave of male cologne, making him atop in his tracks. Charles nagging voice faded to the back of his head as all he could hear was ringing. His driving suit suddenly way too tight allowing him no chance to breath as all blood left his head.

„No, I think you can’t just throw public spectacles like this and expect no conceque…“ Charles went on as your eyes fell on your husband, who was unusually quiet. When you noticed Lewis stand there almost frozen and pale you knew something had to be wrong. Wiping your tears as you rushed to your husband in worry, standing between him an the Ferrari driver.

Charles stopped his rant as he watched the scene infront of him, seeing you grab Lewis face asking if he was okay. Seemingly scared he was gonna literally pass out by the looks of it. He crossed his arms as he felt his stomach twist. Was he actually jealous of a married womans husband?

Lewis took his time, looking back and forth between you and Charles. Trying to put two and two together. But as he saw the look on the brown haired guys face as he stared at you, he knew his suspicions were confirmed. Clenching his jaw and refusing the urge to go and punch Charles straight into the face he looked at you.

„Lewis.“ you whispered, realizing what had just happened here.

„You took off your wedding ring.“ Lewis muttered, not taking his eyes of you once as you let go of his face in your hands.

„Do you really want me to have to say it?“ you mumbled, swallowing your tears as your whole body was shaking.

„I don’t.“ Lewis shook his head before looking up at Charles „I highly suggest you leave now. You’re not going to get near her ever again.“

Charles was speechless, looking for any sort of reaction from you. But when he looked at your face his heart was torn into literal pieces. Seeing you send him an apologetic look before he turned around and walked off. Realizing after all; it was just an affair.

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pollyna · 2 years ago

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au: Iceman lives but he's still doing chemio, Mav and Slider have a kind of hate/hate/love relationship but when it comes to their mutual friend they pair up faster than you could ever believed. Oh, and Hondo is fuckin' smart, he follows Mav from job to job because he likes to go around and meet new people and have new challenges everytime, before he gets bored.

Warning for homophobic assholes, angst, slurs and not enough punching.

Sunny outside doesn't mean Maverick is happy. This fucking new place where they moved the base is always sunny and he would appreciate it if heat could give them a little breath because it's just the end of march and they already have to switch on the air conditioner and that made Tom get cold again. It's never a good day when his husband gets sick because of stupid stuff it could be avoided. Better yet, it is never going to be a good day until a cold won't degenerate into fever and long nights fighting sleep and nightmares.

He fucking misses Miramar, their favourite spot on the beach and the gentle old lady who used to spend the afternoon with Ice playing cards, watching stupid telenovelas and keeping him company when Maverick had to be elsewhere.

The new class isn't helping his mood either. The best of the best and a new brand of fucking assholes who doesn't listen to him, makes him want to punch everybody in the face and likes Cyclone a little too much for his, and Hondo's, taste. Hondo not liking an entire class says much, especially after three years of teaching at TOPGUN and the number of years the man himself spend working with many different kinds of people in every program the brass moved him to.

If on a normal and sunny day Maverick would have just let it slide and got back to them making the exercise just a little more difficult to complete, today he just can't, not again and not after what he heard while walking in his classroom. Skylab is the first voice he hears but Viking is the one who answers and the deafening silence from the others doesn't help. It hurts a bit when not even Empress, the only decent person and a very good pilot, says something.

The brass let a faggot like Kazansky win this stupid fucking price and then made him Admiral. Who knows how many favours he had to do just to enter the Navy.

Probably not as many he had to do all these years to save Captain Mavsshole. Probably he has AIDS and not even cancer but they are just too ashamed, to tell the truth, or everyone would ask too many questions.

Pete has to count until ten and then until a hundred and then another time until a hundred before taking another step. He knows all his seeing, and hearing, is just blind rage and it could make it worst, probably ending up in prison or in the hospital and then Ice should get up to fetch him and he isn't in the state to do anything, he shouldn't do anything if not get better. He counts from one hundred to zero a third time, takes a deep breath and thinks he can handle this without resulting in homicide and a dishonourable discharge from the Navy and leaving so much mess to clean to Carlos and David. He likes them and he likes having lunch with them. So no to punch because then his husband should come for him and he can't, no to kill or he's going to lose two friends but he can't act as if nothing happened. So he'll have to think about what to do and they're going to regret even letting their own brain think about something like that.

The punishment arrives in town under the shape of one Ron Slider Kerner who decided to come around to see his best friend and spent time making Maverick's week a complete hell. Or maybe not.

When he comes back home that same night Slider is already around, sitting on the couch, talking with Ice about something and someone who got married down in Cali and people Mav doesn't know. Tom looks a little better and just that makes the day a little less heavy, when they kiss hello he can feel his husband's hands around his face and their grip is stronger every day and that would have made his knees give up and cry a little because it was such a close call this time he almost can't still believe this man, four starts admiral Tom Iceman Kazansky, is still alive and fighting and kissing him when he comes back home. Then Slider cough and oh, oh man now he knows what to do and how to make that bunch of assholes pay. They're going to hell without moving a step and they're blissful unaware of what it's waiting for them.

He has to wait after dinner after Ice is in bed and Slider is tidying around because he lived with Ice too and took some of his husband freakish habit when it comes to have a spotless kitchen in a spotless house. So Slider, I have a favour to ask he announces once he's back in front of him and Slider's smirk is a very knowing one. And so the game begins.

Wednesday morning is a little cooler than Tuesday and Ice's cold seems a less intense. He takes Slider with him because he must see the new state of art place where he's working he says to Ice and his husband laughs and looks like he's sayin' I know something is going on, be careful babe.

The class is already sitting in their usual spots, a pilot and their RIO every row, and they look at them walking in with the most confused expression ever. Oh, you don't have the slightest idea of what is going to happen now.

Class this is Captain Ron Kerner, callsign Slider, he was Admiral Kazansky's RIO for most of their years in the air and he's going to teach you a couple of things this week. He worked around a little bit, after he stop flying, went to DC, decided to put his ass on a chair and then went back in combat with some very tough dudes who taught him a thing or two. He's here for a visit and, over dinner, I was thinking it would have been so nice to have him over to teach you something new. He was so happy to accept.

Slider is subtle in what he does and how he does his work, he learned it following Ice around during his first years in his Admiral carrier and perfect the rest working on his own projects at the Pentagon and around DC. He takes the all class up in the sky at five am, makes them run miles every time their manoeuvres aren't exactly by the book, gives homework and books to read, checks their rooms and confiscated their alcohol and cigarettes, and takes them to the veteran home and forgets them there for a whole day because he has to take Ice to try the new ice cream place, then comes back at eight in the evening, makes them run again, questions them about politics and tactics and makes them running a little more. But the worst is the inactivity: after spending days moving around like the world is going to end the second next to this one, he makes them sit in class st five-thirty in the morning and makes them wait. For an hour, then two and then three. It's eight-thirty and Slider is strolling in the classroom looking like someone who had the best sleep and coffee in his life while every single student is dying to sleep, drink something other than water and, generally, their poor brains are begging do something. Good morning class, today we have a nine-hour lecture, so get ready to have your world shake and you're going to learn stuff you're never going to forget.

Almost ten hours later, a break of thirty minutes around midmorning and Slider smiles and announces, candied as the day his parents baptized him, that everything has a reason in this life and a day of lectures on the culture of queer people, slurs, AIDS and flying is the bare minimum they deserve and he's going to make sure no one's name is going to end of the plaque because they don't deserves such an honour, or any honor, when they can't give the basic respect to a human, let alone to one of their superiors. And yes, every single one of them is going to get back in flight school, even if it will cost Slider and Maverick all the favours they have to ask, and not isn't just because of the comment on Admiral Kazansky, that was only the last straw and yes Viking you can call the President of the United States for all I care.

It's Wednesday again, it's raining outside, Maverick is making pancakes for three people, he doesn't have to go to work because he doesn't have a new class for at least another month and a half, Slider is looking around as if he was the king of the world and Ice is trying really hard not to ask what his husband and best friend did. He's going to read a report, a couple of days later, very detailed about everything that happened but by then Slider will be back in DC and Maverick will be fussing about taking a walk and looking to adopt a cat and starting a new hobby that will get them out of the house every time they can.

For now, Tom enjoys the pace and some delicious pancake, while Mav and Slider finish forging a strange new alliance, signed over the promise of mutual help and no question asked when needed.

#it was supposed to be a prompt bc i'm trying to prep at best for this afternoon lesson but apparently things got a little out of hand #ty grammarly to make this more redable but if u finds mistakes pls let me know!!#pete maverick mitchell #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #icemav #mav & slider forming tentative friendship to protect ice: new trope #new class is full of homopobic assholes and mav can't punch them all so he does what he does best: creates avock #slider is more than happy to help #but he has important things to do to while he is in town!! like take his bbf to eat icecream #homophobia #slider has a power point for his ten hours lecture with pictures and videos and he wanted a report after #viking & skylab & empress are callsign names i found on google lol #ice is loved #but it's a pretest to fix things bc the navy won't do it #it becomes a ritual of sort: every year slider is around for a lecture at the beginning of the year and if pilots aren't okay with what-#-he is saying they can leave the program at the beginning so they can find someone better to put there #idk what the fuck i'm doing honestly i'm still tired from this weekend and stuff #married couple #au: iceman lives #(cancer is retriving and he's getting better every day)#post-movie #top gun: maverick #ice x mav #otp: i heard from the heavens that clouds have been grey

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carlosfruitsnacks · 2 years ago

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"that's what you get"

summary:

— Carlos always went head-to-head with you, often competing with who sang better to write better songs. You hated each other, well that's what everyone saw until one of you lets the heart win.

genre:

— band AU & aged-up

notes:

— gender-neutral reader. I do not speak fluent Spanish and all of the Spanish here is translated from google, feel free to correct me.

warning/s:

— foul language/cussing

a/n:

— a request from anon, hope you guys enjoy it!

The guitars plugged into the amplifier as the crowd cheered, and someone cleared their throat through the microphone. Auburn hair was perfectly styled, skin glowing under the stage lights, and the audience swooned.

"Are you ready?"

Asked a deep alluring voice, a series of screams replied. The drums blasted through the speakers as the sound of the electric guitars followed. A song starts to play as the people sang along to the band performing on stage. The show was brilliant, exhilarating, and full of enjoyment. The closer the gig came to an end, the music blasted louder, enough for everyone to go wild.

It was usual for a rockstar named Carlos Madrigal. He'd be on stage with his band, happily playing songs for a willing crowd. Always wearing his leather jacket and boots, his eyeliner is beautifully smudged, and his piercings glimmer under the flashing lights. Even if it's his job, it never felt like it. Carlos felt like it was a dream come true every time he gets to sing and create music to his heart's content.

"Another successful show, amigo"

His bandmates commended him after the gig, Carlos grins ear to ear, mindless of the sweat dripping down his face. It felt great finishing a fantastic show, after all. The rest of the band insisted on going out for a celebration and he obliges. He had a couple of drinks and food to relish the moment.

But just when the rockstar thinks nothing can be better than this, the sounds of shoes clicking on the floor caught his ears. Carlos can see it in the corner of his eye; his bane of existence. In the form of a person, all dark-wearing with platform boots. He wouldn't have mistaken them if it weren't for the blazing makeup on their face. He can sense them stop beside him by the counter when he ordered another drink.

"Well, well, for it isn't the emo wannabe"

"Fuck off [Name]"

Carlos' voice goes raspy and harsh. The bartender fetches his drink as he grips it in his hand. He loathed the fact that you loved showing up at the wrong times, especially when his mood was exceptionally good. You chuckled sweetly at him, not phased at all. You leaned against the counter and asked the bartender your preferred drink. He doesn't face you nor spares you a look.

"Awww, did you miss me, my love?"

"Is there anything you can do better than ruin my fucking life?"

"Yes, I can write better songs than you, Carlos"

You smirked. Carlos lets out a loud scoff as he gulped down half of his drink, finally, he faces you. The look on his face was half-amused, he points a finger at you with a smile.

"You're delusional, [Name]"

"And you're the shittiest artist in the entire industry. It's a miracle someone is buying your mediocre songs"

"As if yours aren't dogshit. Just admit the reason why they listen to your songs is that it's pathetic. All you sing about is your stupid exes and cringy heartbreak"

He spat. This causes the smirk on your face to drop, Carlos chuckled and finishes his drink, enjoying the offended expression on your features. You crossed your arms, barely touching the drink that you ordered.

You and Carlos have been prominent rivals for what felt like a century. Both of you had a passion for music and started writing songs at a young age. The two of you met when you got second place in a singing competition, Carlos was first and that day he gave you a cocky smile, it made you swear under your breath. You got back at him after winning another completion, and boy, he never took that lightly. Since then, the two of you were keeping score of who got more wins. Often going head-to-head with your bands, seeing which band gets more listeners.

People who knew both of you can say the rivalry was silly, it did get petty to the point you two were arguing nonstop on social media, even to the point of pinning your fans against each other. It was evident that both of you had a fiery dislike towards one another, both finding joy in seeing the other down, and both seething when the other is on top.

"You wanna settle this shit once and for all?"

You proposed, your hand finally reaching for your drink and gulping it down. Carlos meets your eyes and squints, clearly skeptical but slightly interested.

"What? You're ready to raise a white flag, [Name]?"

He joked, finishing his drink. You sighed and fished for something in your jacket's pocket. You pulled out a piece of paper, unfolded it, and handed it to him. Carlos raised a brow and reluctantly takes it. His eyes read the poster about a competition, it was a battle of the bands of some sort. He realizes where you're getting at and his pride immediately jumps in to join the contest.

"Whoever wins the contest, is the greatest, period"

"Oh, you're asking to get destroyed, amor"

Carlos smiles toothily. You turn away to hide the rising blush on your cheeks, you cleared your throat and put on a confident face.

"I think it's time to put this race to an end, Carlos"

"Who am I to deny an opportunity to crush you?"

"So, are you in?"

"Sí, por supuesto"

With that, you paid for your drink and sent Carlos a challenging grin before walking away. The rockstar was excited, something was telling him this match is going to be nothing like before. It was the final competition to settle the score and Carlos is prepared to win. He was ready to prove you wrong and tell you he was the best. A million ideas race through his head on how to destroy you.

Your nerves were all over the place as you checked on the reflection in your mirror for the nth time. It was so unlike you. The fidgeting of your hands and the constant retouching of your appearance. Today was the day of the contest, the final competition against Carlos.

"Argh! Dammit!"

You groaned, running a hand through your hair. Why does the thought of competing against Carlos one last time make you feel nervous? You should be confident and focused on winning, you should be eager on putting Carlos in his place. But why do you feel this way? You knew the answer but your ego wasn't letting you admit it.

You're scared that once the competition is over, Carlos would stop competing against you.

If you're going to be honest, you liked having to go against Carlos. It's the most fun you've had in the while. The thrill of the race to prove who's better brought excitement into your life. And the thought of it ending merely breaks your heart. You don't want it to end yet you're growing tired of the neverending competition against Carlos.

Eventually, your bandmates pulled you out of the dressing room, telling you the contest was about to begin. You were at the venue and there were a lot of people around, the audience, the judges, and the competitors. There were a fairly amount of bands joining the contest. You smirked when you walked by them with your band, their whispers were filled with awe. As your confidence easily rises, it easily falls when Carlos' band trudges by. Others gasped at the sight of him and his band.

You gulped. Carlos was wearing a red blazer and was shirtless underneath, your eyes try not to ogle at his chest. He had plaid pants and boots on. His hair was wonderfully messy, his eyeliner was perfectly sloppy, and his entire look was making your knees grow weak. When he meets your eyes, you nearly felt your heart stop. He sends you a grin before walking away.

The bastard

Sooner, the contest begins. You watched several bands perform, your band was going to play last, right after Carlos' band. You have this anxious feeling but it momentarily goes away when you glance at Carlos, who was scrolling through his phone, not even breaking a sweat.

Ugh, he looks so unphased, it's unfair

If only you knew how Carlos was losing his shit, internally. His mind was screaming every time you cast him a look. He felt self-conscious, he can't afford to lose this time, he wanted to win, he needed to win. And maybe if he does, you'll commend him. You'll sigh and admit how talented he is as you bat your eyelashes at him. You'll pucker your lips and...

"Oye, compadre, we're up"

One of his bandmates snaps him out of his mind, he clears his throat, and puts his phone away. As Carlos grabs his electric guitar and takes a deep breath before walking on stage. He smiles and winks at the people watching, hoping his charm would help him win. When his band starts the song, his eyes swiftly search for you.

Your breath hitches in your throat when Carlos sees you watching him. Your toes curl inside of your shoes at the sound of his voice, and the tiny hairs on your body stood up as his singing granted shivers down your spine. You lick your dry lips as you listened. You hate to admit how he's got your heart in a chokehold because the truth is you're drawn to him and it hurts.

The moment Carlos finishes singing, he goes deaf at the crowd cheering because he sees you get up from your seat to prepare. He felt assured with his performance but unsure if it was enough to win. If only there was a way to extend the competition a bit longer. You step on stage as soon as Carlos leaves, you hoped he'd stick around to hear you play. You put on a big smile on your face.

Carlos can see your eyes twinkling under the spotlight and it makes his heartbeat race. He hides at the side of the stage to see you perform. The drums kick in and you sing the first verse. The rockstar feels his skin tingle at your melodious voice, the sound of it never gets old. He never gets tired of listening to your singing, not that he'll admit it.

"No, sir. Well, I don't wanna be the blame, not anymore"

"It's your turn. So take a seat we're settling the final score"

"And why do we like to hurt so much?"

You try to hide how your voice wavering because you don't see Carlos in the crowd. But you try to focus and do your best, you try to ignore your thoughts roaring in your head.

"That's what you get when you let your heart win, whoa"

Carlos doesn't hide the smile rising on his lips when you sing the chorus, you sounded so confident that it almost made him proud. He continues to stay and watch your performance. Your every movement and smile makes his chest go tight, he hates how you look perfect.

"Pain, make your way to me, to me. And I'll always be just so inviting"

"If I ever start to think straight. This heart will start a riot in me"

"Let's start, start, hey!"

The audience cheered as you sang, and you delivered the chorus with all of your efforts. Pouring all your heart and soul into the performance. When you reached a high note, the crowd goes wild. Carlos hidden in the shadows fights back the urge to clap. Your band's performance ends with enthusiasm. You go backstage and exhaled, shaking your hands to get rid of the nerves. You hear footsteps approach behind you and you whip your head around to see it was Carlos. Quickly, you smirked.

"What? Here to finally surrender?"

Carlos can no longer take it, even if he wins the contest he's losing against his own feelings. He let his heart win. His emotions were completely in control of him when he goes to grab the sides of your face and smashed his lips against yours. A muffled gasp escapes you as your chest explodes, and you blink several times. Before you can reciprocate the kiss he pulls away, and you frown.

"No, I'm not here to surrender. I'm here to tell you what you've done to me"

"I...oh, um"

You were completely speechless and Carlos takes it as a bad sign, he fights back the tears in his eyes with a cough. Your face was utterly red as you try to find the right words to tell him.

"That...why, Carlos?"

"I can't take it just being your favorite rival, it hurts you know. I guess that's what I get when I let my heart win"

He shrugs and your heart cracks. You never told him how you actually feel because he exits backstage and leaves you with your eyes watering. You sniff and wipe away the tears and went outside to see who won the competition. You see the judges on stage, ready to announce the winner. You took a look at Carlos whose face was void of any emotion, it brings a spike to your heart but you focus your eyes on the stage.

"And the winner is...The Ultraviolence!"

"WHAT?!"

You and Carlos exclaimed in unison at the announcement. It turns out nor did you nor Carlos won the contest, therefore, settling for a tie in the competition. You don't know how to feel about it as you released a groan, both of your bands only laughed and joked around, somewhat unaffected. You furrowed your eyebrows and walked over to Carlos, who was equally pissed.

"This is bullshit, Carlos!"

"I know right?! It's fucking rigged"

"The judges have no taste, the band's performance was shit"

"For real, let's get the fuck out of here"

Both of you left the venue, and continue to complain about the results of the competition. After that, the two of you were silent, seemingly clueless about what to do next. You decide to be the first to stop the rising tension.

"About that kiss..."

"Can we not talk about that, please?"

"Carlos, I...I feel the same"

The rockstar looks at you, eyes wide. You give him a genuine smile, suddenly becoming shy at every second.

"...Really?"

"Yeah, I just didn't know how to tell you"

"And here I thought you were more into douche bags"

"Hey!"

You punched his arm and he laughs. You gained the courage to give him a peck on the cheek, now it's his turn to blush. Honestly, you could get used to this. But then again, nothing beats being rivals with him. So, you have another proposal in mind.

"Okay hear me out, since none of us won the competition. How about another, you know, to finally settle the score?"

"Ay, just admit you can't get enough of me, [Name]"

"Yuck, who says I'm into you?"

"Sure, I'll accept the challenge. Ready for another round, mi amor?"

Carlos leans in, taunting you and you place your hands on your hips with a challenging smile. You couldn't ask a better person to be rivals with.

"Of course, darling"

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ricciardoe · 3 years ago

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Hey friend, I need you to please do a pin post with links to all the evidence that shows McLaren are not doing right by Daniel. My dad is saying that he is not a good driver anymore and that he messes up every race and it’s pissing me the fuck off so I need to shut him up with all the evidence. No hate on my dad tho, he just isn’t looking at the big picture, he just watches the races (which usually don’t show Danny very much or his radios) . Thanks 💖

disclaimer: long post and my personal opinions formed from what i’ve seen

wanna start by saying that i definitely do not think daniel is a faultless driver bc everyone can make mistakes but if he was given the right tools he’s going to do wonders i mean have we not seen this man’s career in red bull and how he helped renault develop their car (maybe people who didn’t follow him then won’t understand how great of a driver he is) anyway i’m only doing races this year bc too much war flashbacks if i count last years one

1. bahrain: unreliable car and didn’t suit the track - literally raced at the very back of the grid but persisted where he was able to overtake a few cars (incl. his teammate) hence ended up in p14

2. jeddah: dnf - daniel’s pace was great at this race but ofc his engine failed forcing him to retire in the middle of the track

3. melbourne: best weekend so far. he had good pace and was trailing behind lando in which i found unfair where the team didn’t allow them to switch over to see daniel’s pace in clean air and if he can pass the mercs. it’s annoying to watch when lando is behind daniel they always ask them to swap to see lando’s pace (ie. imola and zanvoort where he didn’t catch the alpine 2021) i understand if daniel didn’t catch the mercs then they can swap back but they didn’t even let him try at all.

4. imola: his engineer stuffing him up when he could’ve potentially improved his time: https://ef-1.tumblr.com/post/682252081211506688/daniel-is-the-only-driver-who-got-1-lap-and-still during qualifying. then water leak in fp2 so he didn’t get any track time at all but still managed to stick with his p6 during sprint.

i understand that the race itself was partly his fault touching carlos but ofc a racing incident. daniel has always been one of the few drivers who barely causes crashes and admits his mistakes if so. this lead him to being at the back of the grid the entire race with a damaged diffuser where i found it stupid when the team still let him stay out. they wanted to collect data like wtf they’re not even thinking how fustrating it is being out there while your pace keep dropping

5. miami: showed great pace but again had mechanical issues they found just before going out and had to use all energy and tyre life during q2 and didnt manage the right tyre temperature so couldn’t improve lap time

then during the race daniel managed his medium tyres well and was at p8 then they pitted him just to be stuck in a drs train at p17

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his engineer is also very incompetent and doesn’t do his job properly. there’s been many times he’s put daniel in danger (just like in miami where he got reprimanded for impeding mick when he wasn’t told instructions esp the track is so tight he couldn’t see well in his mirrors) here’s a few more radios

https://iguessricciardo.tumblr.com/post/683532185264898048/endangering-your-own-driver-twice-in-one-session

#psa feel free to add #also if i’m wrong with anything please discuss with me #edit: read replies #msg*

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istanleyff7 · 3 years ago

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TOTP, Episode Aerith, Scenes 28-35

Final Fantasy VII Remake: Traces of Two Pasts Episode 2: Aerith Scenes 28-35 A Light Novel by Kazushige Nojima Translated by Stanley (@istanleyff7 on twitter) Scene 28

Aerith intended to find a job on her own, but Elmyra had already promptly sorted it out. It was to help the teachers at the Sector 5 House. Even though it was a job, she didn't feel that she was working because she spent most of her time playing with the children. She wanted to know about the world that she hasn't experienced. Yoko, who was older than her, had already left the house. She rented a house with a group of friends and made jewellery, which she sold in markets around Midgar. Jean and X collected machine parts from the scrapyard, polished them and sold them to people who needed them. Elmyra frowned when she told her this and ordered that she must never leave Sector 5 no matter what.

"You said that if you restrained me, you'd be the same as Shinra. Have you forgotten?"

"I can’t believe you said that kind of stuff to your mother."

Elmyra looked very tired. Her work probably took a toll on her. If she had continued her "business" with Carlo and the others, she would not have had to work this hard. No matter how Aerith thought about it, she felt Elmyra let go of the business because of her. They were not a real parent and child, and she didn't have to care for her in the first place. Aerith wondered if she really had those inner thoughts, and she sure did. Was the given circumstances the reason why she tried to hold herself back with unnecessary words? Now, she was retaliating as a way to get back at Elmyra for tying her down.

Scene 29

"That's really sick."

"Yup, I admit it. My rebellious phase made things worse. I didn't have things to pour my heart and soul into, unlike you, Tifa."

"I really recommend exercising."

"Yeah, I’ll do that eventually."

"Yeah right… I’m sure.... You’ll do that eventually…."

"So, even though all these happened, I continued to help out at the house. The kids were so cute. They loved me. By the time I was fourteen, I didn't have much to complain about. But..."

Scene 30

After finishing work at the Sector 5 House, Aerith headed down the alley back home and saw people within the Gainsborough property standing by the entrance, unintentionally blocking it. There were two men and two women, and they seemed to be looking at the garden and the house. She recognised one of the men. His long, beautiful golden hair had not changed.

"Rodin!" Aerith called out to him instinctively.

The face she saw when he looked back was unmistakably Rodin's.

"Yo, Aerith!" Rodin called back to her cheerfully, but for some reason, still looking about his surroundings.

"You've grown taller, haven't you? How long has it been?"

"It's been two years? Maybe slightly more than that?"

"Ahhh, yeah around that long."

She also looked at the other three to see if she knew them.

"Cheers."

Their eyes met. The young man with a large body and a boy's face raised his hand bashfully.

"Eh? Is that you, Marcellus?"

"Ah, you recognise me?"

"Of course."

Although Aerith replied that, she did not think that he was the same as back then. His physique became like his father's.

"I brought Marcellus here because, for some reason, he insisted on seeing you, Aerith."

Rodin took a step back, seeming like he made an excuse. There was a sense of discomfort. Marcellus darted his eyes from place to place and Aerith could sense his nervousness. He scratched his cheeks two or three times and started to speak in an awkward manner.

"Aerith. Firstly, I want to apologise for calling you a thief. Please forgive me. I was really a stupid kid. I hated anything and everything about the world at that time. I didn't even control myself."

"I had already forgiven you. I'm glad you seem to be doing fine."

Marcellus's face lit up.

"Yea, I've been doing fine, thanks to you. Some thugs were chasing after me, then I ran away before a monster attacked me, and I was dying. Then I had a dream that you came to save me. For the longest time, I thought that it was a dream. Even if you were close by to me, you had no reason to save me, and you definitely couldn't be close by. But I had heard it from Carlo the other day that you knew where I was. Carlo didn't believe your reason. That's why he didn't tell anyone about it for a long time."

Aerith gave a faint smile, thinking that it was best not to deny or confirm anything. Damn you, Carlo.

"So I did a lot of research, and I've been wondering if it was the influence of the Lifestream. It's the flow of Spirit Energy. Do you know about it?"

"Nope."

She pretended not to know anything.

"Mako Energy sucks away the Lifestream..."

"Marcellus!" the young lady had been quiet the whole time, rebuked at him. "You're not allowed to talk badly about Mako Energy. I'll tell Papa if you do."

She then looked over at Aerith—

"My brother can talk about this for a super long time. Hey, have you been well?"

It was Rona.

"Yup. It looks like you're doing well too, Rona. How's Mr Meguro?"

"I can't say he's fine, but he's doing better now than when we left the slums. The air is better on the plate. You see, it's polluted and cloudy here, isn't it? I didn't know that until we left."

Rona was the same as before. She hurts people without meaning to.

"What's Carlo doing now?"

"He's working hard and is managing the business well. But I do wonder how he was during The Sector 5 Clash..."

"The Sector 5.... Clash?"

"You don't know about it?" Rona was shocked. "After Papa retired and Carlo became head of the household, the Corneo's, and some other ambitious, unknown people, came into Sector 5. Carlo and the others tried to get rid of them, and there was a bloody clash. Marvin, Roger and Bowman died, unfortunately."

"Eh...."

Aerith wondered how she could not have known about that.

"Well, things have already settled down, so there isn't an issue. And everyone has settled down where they should be," Rodin said, looking around again.

"Well then, Marcellus, Rona, are you both done? You both still can send letters in the future."

"Elmyra will be back soon. Do you all want tea?"

"I'm afraid we can't have tea either. We're actually not allowed in the Special District."

"Special District?"

"It spans from the station until here," Marcellus said. "It was established by Shinra around the time the Clash began. We weren't allowed to fight in the Special District. Anyone who breaks this rule would be executed. It was the only rule that everyone obeyed."

"I wonder what made this district special."

"Eh? Of course, it's because you're here, Aerith!" Rona could not hide her shock as she said it out loud.

"Okay! That's enough!" Rodin panicked.

"You both talked too much. Well then, let's go." Rodin urged them.

Marcellus hurriedly tried to arrange another meeting with Aerith. It seemed that he wanted to talk about the "mysterious incident". Aerith gave him a faint nod and dodged his attempt to do so. Rona invited her to come up to the plate to play, and Aerith replied that she would ask Elmyra. The four of them began leaving the alley. But Rodin turns around and points to a woman beside him. She was the one who was not introduced until the end.

"This woman is Amber, and we'll be getting married soon. Would you please pass the news to Elmyra? It's unfortunate that I couldn’t introduce Amber to her."

Amber looked at Aerith with an angry look on her face.

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When Aerith got home, she looked at a stand, which had a vase placed on it. There used to be a television on that stand. She wondered when the television disappeared from the house.

"Ah..."

She remembered. It was a month after Elmyra severed ties with Carlo and the household. While Elmyra was cleaning the stand, the television fell over, and it broke. There was no television in the house after that. Aerith wondered if it was a coincidence or was it just to keep unnecessary information out of the house.

Elmyra returned home late at night, and Aerith talked to Elmyra about Rodin and the others.

"Oh my, it's been a while, hasn't it? Are they alright?"

However, Aerith could tell on Elmyra's face that she was on guard.

"Hey, Mum. Do you know about the Sector 5 Clash? And about the Special District too?"

"What have you heard? We are living in a different world from those guys. It's better if you don’t worry about every little detail."

It seems that she would leave things in the dark again.

"The Special District is right here, isn't it? It's because I'm here. That's why Mum, you wouldn't let me go far away. That's the promise you made to Shinra. A promise to shut me in the Special District."

Elmyra shut her eyes and shook her head.

"That's not it. But let's stop talking about this now. I'm tired, and whew, work was rough. The water tank in the café had broken down."

"Why don't you quit your job if it’s that tough? If you want money, why don't you get it from Shinra? You've been living on their money all your life. Nothing would change, wouldn’t it?"

Aerith knew she should not have said that, but she did. She could not see the look on Elmyra's face, and she then heard footsteps. Elmyra went up to the second floor and went into her own room.

Scene 31

"At that point, I thought that would be the end of my time in the house."

"But it had a happy ending, didn't it? I mean, you both went back on good terms."

Scene 32

Aerith thought that she could not stay in the house any longer and she was filled with emotions. Aerith firstly went back to her room, pulled out a suitcase she had never used from under the bed and stuffed a few sets of clothes, along with a few valuables, into it. Lastly, she put all the money she had earned from the Sector 5 House into her pocket and left the house. She walked down a familiar alleyway into a brightly lit street. A familiar face called out to her.

"Hey, Aerith. Are you going out at this hour?"

"I'm heading towards Sector 6."

She instinctively told a lie.

"Wait, what, no!"

"Don't worry. I'm not going to the Wall Market."

"Be careful, okay? Elmyra will cry if that happens."

As she walked along the street, she remembered her adventure with Ifalna.

『I wonder which direction is Sector 3 in?』

『Which direction is Sector 3 in?』

『I've heard that there's a church in the Sector 5 Slums. In the past, people gathered here and prayed to God, but nobody comes here anymore. I've been thinking that we should hide there a little...』

Aerith's steps became lighter. She still really liked this idea that Ifalna brought up in the middle of that adventure. The church should be far and beyond the station, outside the 'Special District'. It was the perfect place for Aerith's mood. The depressing feeling she had when she left home unbelievably cleared away.

『Never forget that feeling, okay?』

『The feeling that you’ll enjoy anything.』

The memories of Ifalna came flooding back one by one.

Scene 33

"When you fight with a parent, adrenaline builds up in you, doesn't it?" Tifa uttered and seemed to be reminded of something.

"Yeah. That's why I couldn't stop and think about it."

"Yup. I understand."

"I've regrettably hurt people."

Tifa swallowed her breath after hearing Aerith's confession.

Scene 34

A train just pulled in at the platform of the station. That was probably the last train from the plate. Aerith glanced at it sideways and went ahead to try walking past it. This place was where she left her birth mother, and because of that, she still could not look at it directly. She felt as though the scene was still there. Suddenly, thoughts that she would be making a wrong move flashed through Aerith's mind. Was she about to make a grave mistake? The adrenaline she had felt earlier had unbelievably disappeared. The "Special District" was to protect her. Once she crosses the station, she would no longer have the protection. She stood rock still, as though there was an invisible wall ahead of her. Only the surrounding areas of the station were lit up. If she went forth, the road ahead would be dark. She could not see the future.

"Aerith?" a deep voice called out to her.

She turned around to see a large man standing with his back to the station. He had big eyes, a big nose and a big mouth.

"Ahhh!"

"You've totally grown up, haven't you? You look like your mother."

It was Fuzz, and he was wearing the same white coat as that day.

"You've got the wrong person," Aerith lied at the spur of the moment.

Trying to get away from him, she turned her back towards the station and darted towards the darkness. She noticed that Fuzz was following her. She could not stop.

"Aerith, wait up. It's not what you're thinking."

Aerith wondered what other reasons could he try to stop her. She felt that she should not believe him and stop for him. He must have been angry and detest us. She wondered what would happen if he caught her. Aerith no longer knew where she was headed to. She was running along a narrow road, and the surroundings were a mountain of trash. By any chance...

"Jean! X!"

There was no response. Even if this were their scrapyard, they wouldn't be there at this hour. But she could not help calling out to them.

"Ahh!"

Aerith stumbled into something big and soft and fell. The suitcase she held dropped to the ground with a thud, signalling that it broke.

"Ouch..."

She did not know what was in the middle of the road at first, but it was the carcass of a dead monster. There was an unidentifiable sound coming out from it. It died not long ago. Its bodily fluids reached Aerith's feet and hands, and she felt a stinging sensation.

"You don't have to worry. That's harmless."

It was Fuzz. She looked up at him on her bottom. He was as big as she remembered him when she was seven. She noticed that the hem of her skirt was very crumpled, and she hurriedly fixed it. She looked for an opportunity to stand up and back away.

"Aerith, how could you do this to me? I've been worrying about you since then. Ever since you ran away from Shinra, I've been wondering if you've been living in terrible conditions. I heard about this from Amber, whom you met today."

"Amber!?"

Amber. Aerith met her in the evening, and she was introduced as Rodin's lover, and they were to be married. She had an angry face. Aerith then connected Amber to Fuzz.

"Looks like you don't remember her. She was the friend who unloaded you both from the cargo train at the Sector 4 Slums Station."

"Ahh!"

So Amber was the grumpy-looking woman in the dirty work clothes that day.

"I heard from her about where you were, and I hurriedly came over to find you. But what a close call. We almost didn't cross paths. I'm sure it was Ifalna who brought us together."

Aerith slowly stood up. Fuzz took two steps back, perhaps to assure her that he was not a threat.

"Are you going to church, by any chance?"

"What?"

"I've talked to Ifalna about it before. She seemed to be very interested in it. When I told her I'd take her there someday, she said she definitely did not want to go. After you both disappeared, I went to look for both of you several times at the church, just in case you were both there. I prayed, but in the end, it seemed to me that there was no God."

A roar of a beast could be heard somewhere.

"That's from a monster. Here's the danger zone, especially at night. Shall we go to the church? Since we came all the way here anyway. It's not too far off from here, and it's nearer than the station."

It seemed that Aerith ran away further than she thought.

"But..."

"I see. Are you more afraid of me than the monster?"

She nodded honestly. He should already know how she was behaving towards him, and there was no point in pretending.

"Well, I'll just walk ahead then, and you can keep a distance and follow me. If a monster comes up behind you, run away on your own. We can’t expect the vigilante corps to be here at this hour. And I must warn you, don't expect me to put up a good fight too. Just because I'm huge doesn't mean I'm strong."

With a thin smile, Fuzz walked away. His big white back disappeared into the darkness. Fuzz was right. She did not dare to go back alone on the monster-infested road. Just because they didn't appear on the way here doesn't mean they won't appear on the way back.

"Watch out!" Fuzz's voice came from a long way in front. "The monster is dead, but it's still fresh. Don't step on it."

↞↠

The "soon" was somewhat a lie, wasn't it? They had walked so far that she was doubtful of Fuzz, and after passing the carcass of the third monster, which was still fresh, they finally came to the front of the church.

"I wonder who brought them down?" Fuzz wondered as he walked up the stone steps and approached the door of the church. It was a big door. The style of the building was unlike anything Aerith had ever seen before. She could not see the entire structure even if she was looking up. She wondered what it would look like in daylight. The door opened with a squeak. Fuzz beckoned to her, and he went in. Aerith then went up the stone steps. A light, sweet scent wafted over from the church. It was a smell that Aerith knew. The inside was pitch black, but the floor at the back was slightly white.

"Look, the flowers bloom here. Regardless of whether there is a God or not, this is a special place," Fuzz said.

Aerith thought the same. Flowers bloom in special places. The same scent from the Gainsborough garden surrounded her, and she was soon faced with feelings of regret. She wondered what Elmyra was doing—wondering if she was looking for her daughter, who ran away from home. She wondered if she was going in the direction of Wall Market, taking the word of her acquaintance and believing him blindly.

"You can sleep on the bench near the flowers. I'll be near the exit.

"Thank you."

Aerith was not sleepy at all, but she did as he suggested and sat down on a bench near the flowers. She let out a big, quiet breath and felt every stiffness in the muscles of her body relax. She must have been tenser than she had realised. She felt like she was about to really fall asleep. She had to think of something. She wondered what would have happened if she had come to this church that day with her mother, Ifalna. What if the adventure had continued until the end? What would she have worked as? With little knowledge about the world, what would she have done? Would they have been able to live together on good terms? No matter how close they were, would they have disagreements? Since they were a real parent and child, would no problems arise?

"Aerith."

A voice came from a distance.

"Yes?”

"The house at Sector 3, it's still there. I've continued paying the rent since then."

"I see."

"Would you like to live together?"

She wondered what he just said to her. What did he mean?

"You'd like me to live together with you?"

There was no response.

"Fuzz?"

As she stood up fearfully, she saw that Fuzz was right next to her.

"Yeah. Let's live together, ‘I..fal...na…’"

Fuzz smiled. The pupil in his eyes seemed like it was not looking anywhere. A big hand reached out slowly towards her.

"Come here."

He was going to grab her! Aerith tried to take the suitcase and run. However, he caught her by the arm.

"Let go of me!"

She slammed the suitcase into Fuzz's face as hard as she could. Fuzz flinched. The handle broke, the suitcase came off and flew off somewhere.

"You're heartless, Aerith."

She did not care and ran away. Weaving her way between the benches, she ran for the door. Fuzz jumped over the benches and gave chase.

"Wait!"

There was no way she was waiting. The door was already nearby. She had to exit and run away. And what should she do after escaping? Fuzz knows where she stays. Amber, without a doubt, told him about Elmyra's house. Even if she ran away now, Fuzz would show up eventually. What should she do? Would she always have to live in fear? As long as Fuzz was around...

And Aerith eventually darted out of the door.

"Eh?"

Elmyra was there in front of her, dressed in her usual clothes as though nothing was wrong. Her face changed from surprised to relieved, and her facial expression changed a few more times. Finally, she turned serious.

"Aerith, move aside."

"Huh?" Fuzz sluggishly came out of the building, "Who’s out there?"

Elmyra hammered his throat with her weapon with all of her might. Fuzz let out a shriek of pain, collapsed and laid down motionlessly. Aerith was shocked to see what weapon Elmyra was using. It was a broom, and it seems that she had brought it here.

"Shall we go home?"

"Okay."

"You didn't leave anything behind?"

"Ah..."

She forgot her suitcase. There was something important inside of it.

"Quickly go get it."

"Okay."

She went back into the darkness of the church and went over to the flowers. She looked around and immediately saw a suitcase. The lid was open, and its contents were scattered outside. She gathered up the scattered clothes and put them back in the case, but she could not find her "treasure"—the pouch containing the materia.

"What are you doing?" Elmyra called out to Aerith, her voice audibly contained irritation.

"I can't find that materia."

Elmyra mumbled in annoyance and crouched down to join Aerith in finding it.

"It's in a little pouch made out of cloth."

"I know."

It's true. Elmyra knows everything about her.

"But, how did you know I was here?" Aerith asked while searching for the pouch.

"That's what I'd like to know too."

"Eh?"

"I knew that you ran away, and I soon went out of the house too. I thought about where you'd have gone as I ran. And then, while I was in the garden, I knew that you would have gone to the church on the outskirts of the slums."

"Why?"

"It just somehow came to my mind. Ever since you came to the house, I've had several strange experiences. I thought that it was this sort of experience again. So I went back home again and did some preparations before coming over."

"And what you prepared was a broom?"

"I wasn't exactly calm, you know. But it was useful, wasn't it? Look, Aerith, over there."

Elmyra pointed towards the densely grown flowers. In the middle laid the pouch that they were searching for. She parted the flowers away to not step on them, picked up the pouch and looked inside. The materia seemed to be glowing brighter than usual.

Aerith turned around to look at Elmyra and was about to ask her shall they go back.

Elmyra was seated on the bench, and she was praying. She had her hands clasped at her chest, and her eyes were closed. The sight of her took Aerith's breath away.

"I used to give thanks like this when I was a child," Elmyra said, opening her eyes as she stood up.

She seemed embarrassed by it.

"Is it different from a prayer?"

"It's different today."

"Who did you thank?”

"Whoever told me about this place. Well, let's head out of here."

Elmyra started to walk, and Aerith followed her behind.

"Mum."

"Yes?"

"I'm hungry."

"Aerith, you’ve been talking to me normally since just now, but I'm angry with you. When I get home, you will face the music and hear everything I want to say."

"Okay～"

Both of them were completely distracted.

Fuzz had regained consciousness and was hiding behind the door. Firstly, he kicked Elmyra and sent her flying.

"Mum!"

Fuzz tried to rush over to Elmyra and was drawing near her. She dodged his grasp, picked up the broom that she had dropped, turned around and struck the big man. However, the handle snapped right in half.

"Aerith! Come over here!" Elmyra called out to her.

Aerith ran towards her in panic. She saw Elmyra holding a gun with both hands and pointing it at Fuzz. That was the gun that Carlo had left behind. Fuzz stopped in his tracks and stared at the muzzle of the weapon.

"You take one more step, and I'll shoot you."

"Why don't you understand me!?" Fuzz yelled as he came towards them.

A shot rang. Elmyra had fired the gun. The dry sounds of gunshots echoed in the air. How many shots did she fire? Finally, they only heard the metallic click of the trigger.

"Ifalna..."

Fuzz approached them as if nothing had happened. His lab coat was terribly stained, but there was no sign that a bullet had hit him.

"I can't believe this gun didn’t do shit!" Elmyra swore and threw her gun at Fuzz, but it flew well over the big man's head.

"Mum, let's run already..."

A bang was heard, and it was a sharp sound that cut through the air. Aerith did not know what it was until she looked at Fuzz. He was holding his left shoulder with his right hand and moaning. His blood was running on his white coat as he had been shot in the shoulder. Who had shot him? From where? Aerith looked around, but there was no shooter in sight.

"Let's go," Elmyra uttered in an awfully calm manner.

Fuzz collapsed and was writhing in pain. Aerith was not fearful anymore. He just looked so pathetic now.

"I'm sorry."

"Aerith, let's hurry."

Without delay, Elmyra started walking, holding the broken broom with both her hands. At last, Aerith apologised to Fuzz once more. She then proceeded to hug her handleless suitcase and chased after Elmyra.

"Hey, Mum. I wonder who shot him."

"I'm guessing this, but the 'Special District' probably expanded."

Ah. That makes sense. As they walked on, Aerith looked around her surroundings, searching for a black suit. Just for tonight, she felt that she could give them her thanks.

Scene 35

"What happened to Fuzz after that?" Tifa asked with a concerned look on her face.

"I never saw him again. Though, till now, I still get nervous when I see someone big."

"I see."

Whenever Aerith thought about Fuzz, she would still have mixed feelings about him. She did not want to see him again. However, she also carried guilt. Fuzz became like that because of what Ifalna and her did to him. If she never pondered about this, these feelings of guilt would continue for a long time. She wondered if she would ever get the chance to atone.

"You can talk to me about everything, okay?" Tifa assured her.

Aerith was delighted by her compassion. She wanted to tell her more.

"Well then, next up is a big one!"

"You gotta be kidding me. There's something bigger than whatever you said?"

"For that, you're right. It's about my first love."

"Oh, that's definitely something big!"

―It sounded like someone walked into the cargo hold. Tifa seemed to notice it too. They put their index finger to their lips and looked at each other. The sound of footsteps was coming closer, coming from the other side of the cargo wall. Tifa moved noiselessly to the gap in the cargo. It looked like she was waiting for the owner of those footsteps.

The time passed slowly but surely, and the footsteps came to a stop.

"It's me."

It was the voice of Cloud Strife. Tifa's expression softened.

"I'll tell you next time. About the story of my first love," Aerith whispered to her.

Cloud walked in front of them and looked at both of them with a dubious look. He made a face as though he was investigating them, and he looked ridiculous. Aerith and Tifa burst into laughter, trying to keep their silence.

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hey look i finished it! this chapter was meant to be longer but i reached such a natural stopping point that going any further would be ruining it. i promised you guys a break from the angst, and i hope this delivers 💚

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TK startles as his phone is pulled out of his grasp. It’s more of a gentle tug, in truth, but the action shocks him out of his stupor.

“You have to stop doing that,” Carlos reminds him, sitting on the coffee table in front of TK. “It’s not good for you.”

“What is these days?”

Carlos stiffens. “TK.”

Gallows humour, TK knows, gets tiring. He should stop because it’s doing neither of them any good, but there’s an awful, awful, part of him that wants to see how far he can push it.

And, above all, how far he can push Carlos. Though TK understands why he does it, it’s torture to watch his husband always be so stoic, always smiling and suffering in silence. It’s a kind of pain that the cancer can’t even hope to touch.

Still, a bigger part of him recoils at the thought of making Carlos feel any worse than he already must, and it’s that part which wins. So TK gives up for now and lets Carlos take his phone, which TK has taken to staring at during all hours of the day. Or, more accurately, at his newly-updated lock screen—a photo of them taken in the bathroom mirror just before Carlos had shaved TK’s head.

A photo of the last time TK would ever look like himself again.

Carlos hates when he says that, too.

It’s just, he gets looked at now, even by the people who already knew, and it’s exhausting. Even with the beanie he wears almost constantly, TK’s situation is painfully obvious to anyone who cares to look, and the pitying glances that follow are both infuriating and crippling. It gets bad enough that he tries to go out as little as possible, much to Carlos’s and his doctors’ chagrin.

“You should try and keep active, TK,” Doctor Jacobs had told him at their last check-up. “Even just a short walk around the block would do some good.”

TK hadn’t been able to stop himself from laughing. “What good?”

She’d levelled him with a severe look, pursing her lips. “I don’t need to tell you how important mental health is, especially in times like this. It can be very easy for people in situations like yours to become depressed, to give up on life, which is harmful not only to them, but to the people around them.”

She had sighed and leant forward, making sure TK was holding her gaze. “To be blunt, TK, if you don’t take advantage of what you have now, you’re going to regret it very, very soon. Live, while you still can.”

TK knows she’s right; he doesn’t want to spend his last few months hiding because of something as stupid as his pride. And maybe it would be bearable if it were just strangers, but worse still is facing his team, his family, his little brother.

The 126 had done a fairly good job of masking their upset, but Isaac… Isaac had been scared.

And TK understands why—the loss of his hair has only made the weight loss that much more pronounced. It must be jarring for a kid as young as Isaac, especially when he doesn’t understand the entire situation, but it had still hurt when, instead of running up to TK as he usually does, Isaac had hung back, practically clutching onto their mom’s trouser leg.

It had taken a long time to convince Isaac that he really was his big brother.

Put together, it kind of all makes TK want to just run away, which… Which might not be such a bad idea, actually.

“We should go somewhere,” he says to Carlos one night.

Carlos jumps a little bit, clearly having been under the impression that TK was asleep, then puts his book to the side and frowns down at him. “Now?” he asks. “It’s a little late, don’t—”

“No,” TK interrupts. “I mean, go somewhere. Just you and me. We should pack our bags and leave for a little while, and pretend all of this doesn’t exist.”

Carlos’s face softens and he reaches over to run a hand over TK’s head. “Ty, I wish we could, but we have to be sensible here.”

“Please, Carlos,” TK begs. Unwanted tears spring to his eyes at the thought of this last chance escaping him, and he makes minimal effort to wipe them away. “One last trip, just for the two of us. We could go back to the coast like we kept saying we would; I’d like to see the ocean again. It doesn’t have to be for long, but I need this. We need this.”

A long beat passes, TK holding Carlos’s gaze despite sleep tugging at every fibre of his being. And, eventually, Carlos signs and shifts until he’s lying down next to TK, a hand gently cupping his cheek.

“We’ll talk to your doctors,” he promises. “And, if they agree, we can go.”

It’s all TK could ask for.

It takes a little more convincing, but eventually TK is given the okay for the trip. The doctors agree fairly quickly, really; the struggle comes in when TK has to approach his parents and team with the idea.

“What if something happens?” his mom asks, and TK just knows she’s done the research on all the potential complications of pancreatic cancer. “You’ll be so far away.”

“It’s only three hours away, Mom,” he reminds her. “Besides, if something does happen, there are hospitals in Galveston. It’s not like we’re going out to the middle of nowhere on the other side of the country.”

“And it wouldn’t be a problem normally,” his dad chips in. “But you’re sick, TK. These are special circumstances.”

TK groans and sends a weary glance in their direction. “You know they say sea air is supposed to be good for sick people?” he tries, but he gets nothing in response. He closes his eyes and slumps a little in his chair; he wishes Carlos were with him, but he’d had to go in to work, so TK is on his own. “Guys, please,” he says, reopening his eyes and looking pleadingly at them.

Enzo clears his throat and all the eyes in the room turn to him. “Your doctors said you could go?” he checks, and TK nods. Then, he just shrugs. “Then what’s stopping you?”

“Enzo!”

His mom and dad shout at the same time, but Enzo seems entirely unaffected—TK suspects this isn’t the first time he’s had that happen.

“They’re the experts, don’t you think?” he says. “And, come on, do you really think TK is asking us for permission here? You already have the whole thing arranged, don’t you?”

This last question is directed at TK, and he can’t help but smile under Enzo’s knowing gaze. “We’re leaving in two days.”

The protests coming from his parents are borderline deafening, but between TK and Enzo, they manage to get them to come around in the end. When they stand to leave, TK following them to the door despite everyone telling him to stay put, he hugs Enzo tightly.

“Thank you,” he whispers, burying his head in the crook of Enzo’s neck.

Enzo’s hand comes up to rest on the back of TK’s head, the other wrapping around his body. “I just want what’s best for you, kid,” he says, voice strangely thick. “I always have.”

When they pull apart, Enzo turns away too quickly, and the spark of sunlight off his glasses is too bright for TK to tell, but he knows there are tears in his step-father’s eyes.

And, when the door shuts behind them, TK gives in to the ones obscuring his own vision.

Two days later, he and Carlos are pulling up to a beach hut in Galveston. The sun is already painting the sky in shades of pink and red as it sets despite them setting off fairly early this morning; the drive had not been easy, and they’d needed to stop more than once for TK to throw up or take a breather. Every bump and jolt in the road had set his stomach rolling and the dizziness peaking. Once, they’d even had to park in a service station for almost an hour as TK sat with his head between his knees, Carlos crouched on the asphalt in front of him, before he could even contemplate continuing the journey.

Carlos hadn’t complained for a moment, and he’s still smiling when they finally reach the hut. It’s a beautiful place, far enough away from the main beach to be relatively private, and the interior is cosy and romantic—perfect for couples like them.

Perfect for couples like they had been, back when they’d come here for their honeymoon.

Memories of that blissful couple of weeks wash over TK as Carlos helps him inside and immediately sets himself to getting the fire going. His husband is just as beautiful as ever in the warm orange glow, just as beautiful as he was that first day they met, and just as beautiful as the last time they were here.

TK’s lips quirk up as he remembers just how blissful those weeks were, yet a strange melancholy fills him at the same time as he realises how much he misses being intimate with Carlos.

It’s strange—this is something he hasn’t thought about in months, something that hasn’t even tried to cross his mind. Everything’s just been so…so fucked, and TK’s been so ill and so tired that anything more than a chaste kiss every now and then has been beyond the realm of possibility.

Even now, they’re little more than idle musings, but TK mourns for their relationship and the way it used to be. Gone are the days of playful nights under the sheets, of carefree days spent dancing around each other in the kitchen or arguing over which movie they should fall asleep watching that evening.

Gone are the dates, the touches, the laughter, the joy. Whatever their relationship has become in the months since TK’s diagnosis, it’s not even close to what it had been before.

But, TK realises, as Carlos turns back to face him with a soft smile, there is one thing that hasn’t changed.

Love.

He’s still just as in love with his husband as he always has been, and TK knows that that, at least, will never change, no matter what is to come.

The beach is a cold place to be in November, but the cabin is warm and their blankets are thick, and TK presses himself as close as possible to Carlos that night until their noses brush against each other. It doesn’t take much to close even that small gap, and for a moment, it’s bliss again.

Carlos pulls back after a second and bites his lip, worry shining in his eyes. “TK…”

“I know,” TK interrupts, bringing his hand up to rub his thumb over Carlos’s cheekbone. “I know. But can we not talk about it, please? Not while we’re here. I just want to kiss you.”

It’s a relief when Carlos finally nods and lets himself be drawn into the kiss. TK deepens it, his eyes fluttering closed as their lips move against each other’s and, for the first time in months, he feels truly happy.

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