#the FEAR in finn’s eyes he shut his ass up so fast

[thejudgmentdays]

[via @/livinripley on twitter]

rhea said GET HIS ASS:

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Golden

(Sorry if this Chapter is lack luster :/ )

Yeehaw Leo… it's all because this song came on one day (I don’t even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe

Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):

Ladies Love Country Boys

Bonfire Playlist: Spotify, Youtube

Watching Airplanes

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Finn was nervous, he wasn’t gonna lie, Logan and Him are leaving tomorrow for Gryff and this is the last night they can see Leo. Who, neither of them will admit this, has kindly wiggled his way into their brains for every minute of everyday. Sometimes to break a long silence between the two of them they will talk about Leo. How they were going to cope when they can’t see him again is unknown and something he didn’t want to think about.

They hadn’t actually seen Leo in the past five days, with their training schedule and Leo helping set up a charity arena for the thing they were supposed to meet him at tonight, it was just late night calls that were still kinda awkward at times. But always had them smiling as they fell asleep.

Walking up the dirt path, where the uber had dropped them off, Logan and Finn weren’t sure they were in the right place until they saw the huge crowd gathered around a tall metal fence with bleachers and an announcers corner that's up on a hydraulic lift, speakers set up so people can hear the quick talking of the men commenting on whatever was happening.

Horses and people on them were everywhere. This causes Logan a lot of stress, as someone who is terrified of horses… This is not ideal. Especially when one is trotting toward them at a scary fast speed.

Finn recognized Clayton immediately, trotting over at a leisurely pace on a cool looking horse he waves. He notices Logan hiding himself completely behind Finn’s back. Finn held his hand out for Logan to take and squeeze if everything got too much for him. Logan wasn’t good in big crowds.

“Well look who it is!” Clayton hops off his living vehicle and patting her neck. “Let me introduce you to my babe, This” He gestures towards the mare, “Is Leroy, she is a Blanket Appaloosa! Have you guys met Peanut yet? He’s chilling with Eloise, Leo’s mom, you better hope he likes you or else… yeah, or else.” Clay flashes them his slightly crooked but stupidly white smile as he absentmindedly pets Leroy’s neck.

Feeling a squeeze of his hand he looks back to see an absolutely terrified Logan, not knowing about his fear of horses Finn is just confused. So, he goes into a ‘ get Logan alone’ mind set.

“We will find you in a minute, we’re gonna explore!” Finn smiles back and Clayton nods as he swings his leg back over Leroy and clicks his tongue so she struts back towards the group of other yeehaws on their own horses, they all had numbers pinned to their backs which was weird but Finn guessed Leo would explain later. Claytons was CR243, and it looked like it was about to fall off. He notices how someone would go in real fast and then come out after a minute or two. The announcer talked too fast for him to catch.

Leading Logan to a more open area he turns to face him and raises an eyebrow.

“Okay, what's wrong?”

“Ummmm, J'ai peur des chevaux….” Logan isn’t looking him in the eyes and has an embarrassed flush to his face. Finn, having no clue what he said, gently grabs his chin to make him look at him, Lo hasn’t run his finger through his hair yet so that means he isn’t nervous around Finn at least. Fixing Logan with a slightly irritated but still worried look, Logan sighs and tries to say something but instead what comes out is a terrified yelp as something takes his hat off his head and pulls some of his hair at the same time, then drops it at his feet.

Whipping around and jumping into Finn’s arms bridal style Logan shrieks as he is met with a blonde horse that almost looks smug. The little splotchy white stripes on its snoot may make it look kinda cute but Logan knows what can happen if you get on a horse's bad side. It happened to Sydney, he didn’t need it to happen to him too.

“Peanut!” A very tall and beautiful older woman walks over to them laughing a little, she has a hearing aid in her left ear and soft blue eyes bright with amusement stare them down. “Sorry Y’all, he likes to find new people to mess with.” She smiles and there is just something so familiar about those deep dimples and sharp cheekbones. She is wearing tight jeans with knee high army green cowboy boots, a white button up with a black cowboy hat contrasting the golden curls falling out from under it. She is wearing a sash with the words ‘Miss Louisiana 1971’ the wrinkles on her face didn’t make her look old and crinkly like people like to think, but more like a gracefully aging woman. She holds her hand out to Finn for him to shake, Logan is still in his arms so it is as much of an invitation to him as Finn. “I’m Eloise, this is my son’s horse.” She looks them up and down after shaking both their hands. “He would like you two.” She smiles one last time, giving them a giant wink and leads Peanut away from them back to the bullpens where they spot Leo sitting on the top of a fence talking to a couple of people.

Finn looks at Logan and sets him down.

“So.. horses?”

“Shut up”

“You go for a cowboy and are afraid of horses!” Finn is bent over laughing and clutching his stomach while Logan crosses his arms and looks around annoyed after he dusted off his hat and put it back on his head.

“What’s so funny?” they look over to see Leo in full get up. Smiling bright, showing off his chipped tooth. His hair was flattened by a black sturdy cowboy hat, his blue button up vibrant under his black vest. The vest had a couple of logos stitched into it for Absolut Vodka, Mt. Dew, and Ariat…. Leo was sponsored? He was also wearing some jeans that fit him just right around his booty that they could see through his assless black chaps that had iridescent tassels on them, with his black boots and belt to match. His silver buckle stood out with the light reflecting off it.

“Wow… you look great.” Logan just melts into Leo’s side when Leo wraps an arm around his shoulders. “But tell Finn to stop being a jerk.” Logan put on his best pout when looking up at the taller man, who looked at him with a look that made his heart feel like it was about to jump out of his chest. It didn’t alarm him though, it was nice to feel like this. But it can’t last forever.

“What's he doing that's so mean.” Leo turns his attention to Finn who is smiling at them like he's watching two kittens cuddle into each other. His eyes bright with happiness, his smiles wide.

“He’s making fun of me because I’m scared of horses.” Logan wraps his arms around Leo’s waist and squishes his cheek into his chest to look as cute as possible, so Leo will be on his side. Which… fails.

“You’re afraid of horses!” Leo hugs Logan as he starts laughing, smacking a kiss on the top of Logan’s annoyed forehead and squeezes him. “You’re so cute.” Suddenly they hear numbers coming over other speakers and Leo perks up. “Oh I’m up soon! I hope y’all are gonna stay and watch because I would love to take you to the bonfire tonight.” He pulls Finn into the embrace and gives them both a quick peck on the lips, smiling when they chase his lips. “There should be an open spot in the bleachers or, you could watch from Peanut.”

“Bleachers!” Logan gets out of Leo’s arms and starts pulling both the boys towards the crowd without horses. Leo helps them find a spot next to some girls who flirt with Leo but he has no fucking clue. He is just focused on getting Finn and Logan a good spot.

“Alright, my number is BR11710, so when you hear that you’ll know I’m up! I think Clay might come and find you, he had a good run earlier wrangling those troublemaking claves, so keep an eye out for him.” He smiles and climbs down the bleachers gracefully until the last small step where his spur gets caught and he has to yank it out of the cevous it got stuck in. Looking back up at Finn and Logan his cheeks were red as he shrugged and sauntered off towards the chutes.

“Hola losers!” Clayton plops down above with and slaps a hand on their shoulders. “Excited to see him ride? Or have you already? Actually I would know because we overshare way too much.” Smiling, Clayton is covered in dirt and his cowboy hat has been traded out for a ball cap and his button up taken off to be just a white tank top. A tall pale girl sat down with Clayton and was scrolling on her phone looking uninterested. Clayton sits up and wraps an arm around her waist. “Oh this is Ashley, my girlfriend.” She looks up and gives them an irritated wave before going back to her phone.

“Ride? What’s he doing?” Finn looks at him confused after sharing a look with Logan about the irritated girlfriend, then they hear the announcers call Leo's number.

“Alrighty ladies and gentlefolk! We have something special for y’all! One of our very own PBR riders is here to ride the roughest toughest bull of the day! Ole Forty Days!” The crowd cheers as a confused Finn and Logan look at Clayton who whoops and hollers for his bestie. Whistling with his thumb and forefinger in his mouth.

“Alright Jimmy lets get in some commentary before the ride starts, Leo Knut is a 19 year old Professional Bull Rider, his Mother is Eloise Knut also known as Miss Rodeo of 1970 and Miss Louisiana of 1971. His father was Wyatt Knut, Air Force Veteran who was also Leo’s biggest role model.”

“Was?” Logan whispers and gives a sad look to Finn who is busy watching Leo, he is on this tank of an animal, large, white, horns the size of his whole forearm. Leo was adjusting the way he is sitting and has an underside grip on the rope around the bull, wrapping it around his palm to make sure there isn’t a tether that can be stepped on and yank him off.

“Ole Forty Days is the only PBR bull here today, worth millions he is undefeated 32-0 in his career this year. Will Leo who is 30-2 this year be able to stay on those eight seconds.”

Leo hits the challenge button and the gate flies open, Ole Forte days is wild! Finn is automatically on his feet as he watches Leo with his hand up in the air, eyes hard from focusing and counting in his head. Forte turns a 45 degree buck and just about tosses Leo but his grip is so tight that he lasts those eight seconds. The announcers went crazy the entire time.

As he dismounts the still bucking bull his wrist gets caught in the rope he was holding earlier because of the way his glove is falling apart. The rodeo clowns distract the bull fast enough for Leo to get himself detached, falling on the ground. The bull tosses Leo onto the ground and just misses stomping on his ankles. Leo hops onto the fence, the adrenaline is pumping through his veins and his eyes are bright as he searches for the boys in the stand watching him with fear etched into their faces. When his eyes met Logan’s the fear turned into relief and Leo felt the adrenaline making his heart beat even faster.

After Forte is corralled back into the pen to have the rope around his hips removed Leo jumps off the fence and takes his hat off bowing to the crowd, and they love it, whistling and whoops are heard. He points to Finn, Logan and Clayton. Clayton is so excited and starts dragging the other two down the bleachers leaving Ashley behind. Leo doesn’t like her at all so it's fine. Leo turns around and walks towards sports medicine and lets them take a look at his wrist. As his adrenaline starts to fade away the tweak in his wrist starts to bother him as the medic wraps it up.

“You just ruined Forte’s career!” Clay hugs him from the side and picks him up all excited, his girlfriend who decided to join looks at them unapprovingly. Finn and Logan basically tackle Leo to the ground once Clay puts him down. One on each side of him, balanced.

“Are you insane! That could have killed you!” Finn is shaking a laughing Leo by his collar as Logan examines the way his wrist is wrapped.

“I know, I technically wrecked at the end but I still got my eight seconds!” He smiles and takes his hand from Logan, cupping his cheek and rubbing his thumb over the soft skin.

“You never told us you rode bulls! Leo, a little heads up would have been appreciated!” Logan whacks him on the back of the head after they stand up.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. How can I make it up to you?” Leo puts an arm around them and kisses their temples. They had an idea. Where to do it was the question.

The rodeo ended not long after Leo’s ride, the charities the winners chose would be given a five thousand dollar check courtesy of the Knut’s. After Leo was done taking down the arena, a large pile of wood was set up with large equipment. Leo pulled a Clayton and took off his chaps, vest, button down, and hat off so he was wearing a white shirt and a ball cap.

Leo made up for scaring Finn and Logan by pulling them into the back seat of his truck. Leo sitting in the middle of the seat with Finn straddling one leg, hunched over and sucking on Leo’s neck. Logan straddled Leo’s other leg and kissed him with a ferocity that made them both groan. Leo rested his hands in Finn’s hair and on Logan’s hip. Pulling away Leo turns his head to face Finn, guiding him from his neck to lips. He feels Logan push his hand underneath his shirt and smirks into his kiss with Finn. Moving his hands to squeeze both of their asses, causing Logan’s breath to hitch and Finn to moan. He is about to suggest something spicy when a knock on the window alerts them that the party has started.

Why does Clay always have to stick to his word? Leo asked him to let them know when it was time to move his truck to have the tailgate facing the fire, and now was that time. Leo’s head thumps back onto the seat as he lets out an annoyed sigh.

“Well, I guess we have a party to attend… I’m gonna get so drunk.” He smiles and gives his boys one last kiss before he ushers them out of the truck so he can get out of the backseat to move it.

Finn wanders over to Clayton who has Ashley under his arm, she is tall and very skinny. Her long brown hair was in a French braid, she was wearing short shorts, boots and a crop top. He has a very sour look on her face as Finn walks over to them. Logan on the other hand, goes to take a piss in the porta potty. Something he is not fond of doing.

Leo moves his truck and gets out to put the tailgate down so people can sit on it, climbing into the bed of the truck he opens the cooler in the back and takes out two budlights, Leo doesn't really care for budlight but they need to be drunk.

“CLAYTON!” He shouts as the three walk over to the truck, chucking the beer at his friend; they both take out their keys, puncturing the cans and shotgunning the beers.

A few hours and a lot of drinks later Leo was singing to Finn, standing between his legs as Finn sat on the tailgate next to Logan who was filming.

“You can train 'em, You can try to teach 'em right from wrong. But it's still gonna turn 'em on!” Finn can’t help but laugh and wrap his arms around Leo’s necklaces he sang, every once in while facing Logan's phone and singing into the camera as he filmed. Taking a drink of his beer he smacks a sloppy kiss on Finn's cheek and skips away to Clayton to dance like idiots as Luke Bryan sang about shaking it for birds and bees.

The two drunken best friends wrap and arm around each other hips with their drinks in the other hand, putting left side to right side they swing back and forth to the beat as they scream out the music.

Later on Leo picks Logan up so his arms are around his neck and his legs are around his waist and spins around while humming to a song about wheels and Finn looks so smitten that clayton takes a picture to show him and laughs as he send it to Leo, who has managed to misplace his phone… for the millionth time.

Setting Logan down he wraps his arms around the shorter man's shoulders and rests his chin on top of his head as he bounces to the beat. Logan leans his forehead to rest on Leo’s chest and uses his hand that isn’t holding his water to loop his finger into one of Leo’s belt loops he wishes he could take a screenshot in his brain.

Hours passed, singing and horrible dancing, more drinking for Clay and Leo until it sounded like a good idea to see who could crush a folding table by jumping off Clayton’s truck. Finn managed to lead them away before they actually tried it by telling them’ Leo could def dance better than Clayton’. Which turned into the worst dance battle ever seen. Two drunk teenagers and country music make for terrible dancing but a lot of laughs. Eventually, the fire dies down, the drinks run out and the boys get tired. Finn wrangles Leo into the back seat of the truck after lifting the tailgate, moving to go to the drivers seat because Logan might be to short to drive and they are to dumb to figure out how to move the seats, Leo latches onto him and pulls him into the backseat with him.

“Hey! How do you expect me to drive back here!” Finn pokes Leo’s nose and Leo catches his finger in his mouth biting him. Finn squawks and pulls his finger away. Looking at Leo offended, laughing a little as Leo is looking at him with this tiny smirk. “That was rude.” Leo narrows his eyes playfully and flips them so Finn is laying on his back with Leo snuggling into his chest.

Logan gets in on the passenger side and looks up to see Finn in the back seat being snuggled by an oddly cat like Leo who is rubbing his face on Finn’s soft t shirt, when his eyes meet Logans he blushes so vibrantly pink and has the shyest smiles as he hides his face in Finn’s chest again. Logan looks at Finn who looks like he's dying from cuteness overload. Logan moves over to the driver's seat and sits all the way on the edge of the seat to be able to touch the petals. Logan doesn’t have a clue where Leo lives… but he does remember how to get back to the hotel.

Trying to get a clingy 6’3” cowboy into a hotel room while he is intoxicated is a lot easier than you would think. He was tired, stripping down the second they walk into the door he lands on the bed in his boxer briefs and spoons Logan and grips Finn’s arm as he falls asleep.

They all slept incredibly well that night, warm, close, and together.

The next morning was the morning The Lions leave to go back to Gryffindor. Leo was up before the other two, showered and dressed when he woke them up with peppering kisses all over their faces.

“Good morning, Honey Bees. Y’all need to get up and get ready to leave, you go home today.” Leo runs his hand through Finn’s hair as he greets them with a sad smile. He doesn’t want them to leave, but he knows that this isn’t some fairytale where two princes will give up their dreams to be with him. That’s not what he wants anyway. The other two finally get up, Finn goes to shower as Logan changes and packs his bag. Glancing at Leo every once in a while, like he wants to say something.

“Leo, what are you still doing here?” Logan drops his bag by the door and turns around to face the taller man, crossing his arms and giving Leo a cold look. Leo is a little taken back by this, Logan has never looked at him like that, and he wasn’t expecting it from how nice yesterday was.

“I was to see you two off… is that okay?” Leo starts to feel uncomfortable under the harsh eyes he found so pretty, he starts picking at the wrap around his wrist, breaking eye contact with Logan as a sinking feeling seeps into his chest. He never expected anything to actually come from this but he ached for it.

He knows where this is going.

“I don’t know what you think is going to happen after we leave, but we aren’t going to be fawning over you when we are busy with our own careers. You are just… a guy who we had a fling with. Finn and I aren’t even together so don’t expect anything.” Logan's voice stayed low in volume but echoed in Leo’s ears.

“I wasn’t expecting anything. I just wanted to see you guys leave, say goodbye, maybe…” Leo didn’t finish his sentence when he looked up at an annoyed and frustrated Logan. “What did I do?” He hears the bathroom door open and Finn walks into the room whistling in fresh clothes as he dries his hair with a towel.

“You don’t mean anything to us Leo'' Finn hears Logan and knows exactly what’s going on, Logan has done this to him many times. This is Logan’s way of cutting off something he wants in a way he knows won't bring the person back, even though he always feels horrible eventually. Finn has been a victim of Logan’s lashing out many times, and he hasn’t left, because he loves Logan. He really really likes Leo, he gives his heart a similar jolt that Logan does. From what they have discussed, Logan felt the same. Logan doesn’t allow himself the luxury of feeling like this though.

Leo looks absolutely shattered after Logan’s words sank in. He looks over to Finn who looks like he’s in his own head, then back to Logan. “I really really like you guys-”

“Stop being a fucking child Leo! This isn’t something we can continue after we leave, we would get torn to shreds by the league! Not everything is about you and we don’t want you! So just go back to your fucking farm and forget us.” Logan grabs his bag and walks out the door slamming it shut, going to be the first one on the bus that just pulled up to take the team to the airport.

Leo stares at where Logan was when red catches his eye, Finn stops and gives Leo a sad smile, tucking a piece of hair behind his ear. Finn then turns his back to Leo and follows Logan out the door. Leaving Leo alone in the hotel room… He reaches in his pocket and pulls out the hotel keycard, standing up he goes to leave it on the table of the room, he stops just before he sets the key down.

He takes the card and walks out of the room, Climbing into his truck that was horribly parked, he finds his phone on the floor of the passenger side. Picking up his phone, he calls up the only person he knows who would be willing to hang out even if he was sick from last night.

“Clay? Can you meet me somewhere?”

A half hour and some McDonald's hash browns later. Clayton and Leo were sitting on top of Leo’s truck hood watching the airplanes take off, sipping on soda they got with their food. They watched in a comfortable silence as planes brought people in and took people away.

Logan and Finn were on one of those.

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Saved by the Devil (9/?) - Tommy Shelby

Summary: Reader goes to visit tommy at his office (sorry im bad at summaries lol)

Pairing: Tommy Shelby x fem!reader (Its getting romantic i promise. slowly but surely)

A/n:  sorry this took so long to post and make. Semester is already kicking my ass and making me stress. Hope you enjoy and have a fantastic night. 

It had been a week since you’ve seen Thomas. Since you told him that you wanted to help him. At first, he was very confused. He had expected you to be angry with him or maybe even cry. But you had asked to help assassinate a general with him.

 “Im not getting you involved”

 You ignored him already piecing together what the plan might be, “You wrote down, 23-24 seconds? Your gonna kill this guy in that a mount of time with a guard outside and possible more inside. Plus the guy fought so he’ll know self defense…” You had begun rambling and he was just baffled.

 “Stop.” He told you, you were making some good points but he didn’t want to bring you in this mess. It was his alone that he must face.

 Before the two of you can argue any further, Ada called for him. A phone call she had said. He left you room and never came back. And that was a week ago. You annoyingly asked her everyday and night when he was to return. Now that you knew of the plans and what he was involved in, you couldn’t just let it go. It was dangerous, you knew that. It wasn’t your run of the mill assassination. You don’t know how Thomas was going it on his own or how he even planned on doing it. You had heard the Inspectors words. You know that that held animosity toward the peaky blinder. You can hear in his voice, you felt it in his punches. There was no way that he would give him everything he promised. Thomas needed to be one step ahead of the game. Which you were already conducting for him. You weren’t sleeping as much at night anymore anyway so writing down every scenario and idea you had. And then when that week was done you had it.

 “Ada, Ada, ada.” You ran through the halls calling for her.

 “What is it?” She asks coming out of her sons bedroom, probably fishing tucking him in for the night.

 “Your home in Birmingham, I need the address. Or the pub your brother owns.” You say to her with paper and pencil in hand ready to write down what she tells you.

 “Why?” Ada raises an eyebrow before passing you to go to her own room. You follow her.

 “Ada please.”

 “Why are your trying to see my brother? Didn’t you tell me you weren’t gonna work for him?”

 “I never said that.”

 “What do you like him or something?” Ada fake gags at her own words. Your cheeks warm a little bit but you keep a serious face as you tap the pencil to the paper.

 “Its not like that.”

 She stares at you long and hard. “I called him for help when you never came home. The man rushed over here like you wouldn’t believe.”

 “Ada, an address.”

 “ (y/n) your my friend and hes also my brother I just-“

 “Its just business.” You scoff at her.

 She sighs, “He had someone about a year ago. She was the barmaid at the pub.”

 “I’m not interested in your brothers history.” You can feel your temper rising at this topic jumping she was doing to you. It wasn’t about what she was implying at all. You wanted to help him that was all. You didn’t care about who he was with years ago or even now.

 “You are in his whereabouts.”

 You bite the inside of your cheek. Ada tilts her head and smiles, thinking she’s got you. You turn around ready to leave to your room when she finally spills the address for you.

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You stood outside the building where Ada told you was Thomas’s office. You hoped he was there to hear you out. You were going to try to convince him but you had no certainty that you would succeed. You walked inside to find a bunch of woman inside talking.  One was short and very pregnant, the other tall and slender and the last one a bit older but looked the scariest out of all of them. They stopped talking as soon as you entered.

 “Umm excuse me…” You stuttered under their judging glares “Im looking for Thomas Shelby.”

 At first none of them say anything. They continue to stare at you. You meet the older ones eyes. You regret it instantly as you feel a fearful shudder go down your spine. That was a woman you did not want to mess with.

 “What do you need with mr. Shelby?” the tall one asks

 “Look at her Liz, what do you think she’s here for to take your place,” the pregnant one snickers.

“Shut up Esme.” The older one says.

 “I just wanted to talk…if he’s not here….” You trail off.

 A door in the back opens and out walks the devil himself. He glances up expecting only the three woman from himself maybe Michael or Finn and instead finding one more woman amongst the group; you.

 “(Y/n).” he simply states putting his hands in his pockets.

 You don’t say anything observing how awkward and tense you feel with these women.

 The older one speaks up, “Is this how your getting my son out of jail, Tommy. By fucking some whore?” She spats at him venom filling her voice.

 You’re about to speak up for yourself when Thomas opens his mouth first.

 “She’s not a whore, Polly. And Michael will be out soon. (Y/n) step inside..” He gestures for you to go in to his office. You feel very heavy under all their stares as you walk. You remember the name Michael. He was the young boy at the horse auction you had met.

 Thomas closes the door after you. You sit down crossing your legs and lacing your fingers together. Thomas sat next to you on the chair rather than across.

 “You’re looking better.” He says noticing the bruises on your face were fading.

 “Thank you,” You say, “They seemed on edge, is everything all right?”

 “That’s just the way they are.” He says.  

 You don’t say anything and just stare him. You knew he was lying. He chokes under your gaze.

 “Arthur and Michael are in jail. I’m working on it though.” He says swallowing hard. You didn’t press further, you could tell he was having a rough time.

 “I hope it works out.” You say, you clear your throat and adjust your self on the chair, “You shouldn’t kill the general at his house.” You spit out.

 “Jesus Christ Woman.” He says shaking his head.

 “Hear me out.” You plead.

 “Why do you want to do this?”

 You ignore him. Instead you tell him your whole plan. How he could kill two birds with one stone.

 “If your still going to Epsom, you can get Sabini. Maybe not kill him but screw him over. Are you still seeing May?”

 He nods.

 “Good you probably already know she’s got influence on the board. You use that to your advantage when you take Sabini men licenses. You go through her to get your men to what they need. Then the races are yours.”

 “How will we burn their licenses when theres fukin police everywhere.

 “They wont be around when they hear gunshots.”

 He takes a moment letting your words and plan sink in. He rubs his lip.

“We could burn the license’s gonna have to threaten them to take it,” He says muttering to himself, “The general why would he even go there?”

 The two of you talk for hours inside that little office of his. Drinking and talking of the plan. He tried to shut it down multiple times, trying to get you think twice about getting involved. But your mind was already made up. He seemed to like you idea, adding on to yours and even sharing details of the private mission of to you. It was like a weight lifted off his shoulders as he told you the how he had even gotten involved in this political mess.  Soon the drinks clouded both your minds and it was no longer business that you were just talking about.

 “So what you want out of this?”

 “You said the government involved right with this…the prime minister knows what your doing?”

 “Aye…”

 “Then maybe he could get me a new name or-“

 “Why do you need that?” He asks you

 “You can never live just one life…” You smile trying to joke.

 He stares at you intently, “Why did your father lock you up in that place?”

 Your smiles drops, he notices it his eyes softening just a bit. “Sorry, it just came up in my head.”

 “Do  I sound crazy to you or something?”

 “Its just a question ive had in my head for awhile. Its none of my business.” He stares at you deeply.

 “No its not,” You say softly, “I don’t know why he put me there either. Maybe cause he could. I mean I never asked him.”

 “So when you get your new name what are you gonna do? Ride out in the hills, find a husband, push a few kids.”

 You laugh at him, he smiles when the sound hits his ears. “You should smile more, Mr.Shelby.”

 “Tommy. Why do you call me by my last name.”

 “Its too make sure you don’t get comfortable. This,” you gesture to the two of you, “is strictly business.”

 “Why of course. Another drink?” He asks getting up for more whiskey. You nod. Your cheeks were flushed and head dizzy. You were beginning to forget what self control was. You mouth moving before you can even comprehend your next thought.

 “Ada told me how you had someone last year.”

 He stops pouring the drinks to look at you. His back stiff and free hand curled into a fist.

 You continue talking, not looking at him. You weren’t looking at nothing in particular really. “I never had anyone.” His figure relaxes when he looks you more closely. Your body a bit limp, eyes glossy, your speech a bit slurred. You didn’t hold your liquor too good.

 “What else did Ada say?”

 You giggle remembering. Ada thinking you had a thing for her brother. How ludicrous! You glance toward the man, a little smirk resting on his pink lips and head tilting toward you. His blue eyes shining at you with an emotion you couldn’t quite detect. A strange feeling flutters in your stomach. You stop giggling and clear your throat.

“I think I should go. It was good talking to you.” You stand up way too fast. You begin to see black spots all over and the loss of balance.

 ‘Fuck’ you think to yourself, thinking about how your gonna embarrass

yourself falling to the floor.

 But then you feel a pair of hands grab at your arms and spin you around. You fall into Mr.Shelbys chest and for a moment he holds you there. And for that moment you smelled the cologne and whisky on his clothes. You felt the calluses on his rough hands against your soft skin. You felt the slight beating of his heart in his chest. You think if you look up you’ll get to see if the blues in his eyes are as clear as you think em to be.

 But the moment is gone an you both step away from each other, awkwardly. You swaying on your feet trying to regain balance and him hitting the drawer behind him.

 “You shouldn’t go home at this time (Y/N)” he finally says deciding to ignore what just happened. Which was fine with you. You felt very nervous all of a sudden and very, very confused.

 “Come with me.” He says taking you by the crook of your elbow and leading you out of the building. You didn’t want to admit that you liked the way it felt when he had grabbed you and the two of you walked out together, you couldn’t help but think of when and if he would do it again.

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Perhaps It’s Fate, Part 20

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Word Count: 1.8k+

Summary: After joining the Resistance as a mechanic, you were happy to keep to yourself, until a little orange and white bb unit and his master wander into your workshop one day.

Pairings: Poe Dameron x Mechanic!Reader

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You had managed to disable the tracker. Poe had piloted the ship, using the phony code to land in the hanger of Snoke’s ship--and Finn had been able to secure you disguises and find your way to the control room where you worked your magic.

It was when you were making your way back to the ship that everything unraveled. Your team had been discovered; Captain Phasma and her troops were waiting in the hanger--and there was absolutely no where to go. 

Poe wanted to fight--of course he did, it was in his nature--but once a blaster was pointed at you he surrendered. 

Now you found yourself on your knees in front of Phasma. 

This is how your parents must have felt, you imagined, in their final moments before they were executed by the First Order. At least you’d been able to help the Resistance, at least you had been able to disable the tracker so they could escape.  But now you knew you were going to pay the price.

“Make it painful,” General Hux snarled before leaving.

“Only the most painful for rebel scum,” Phasma assured him.

Blinking back tears you glanced at Poe; he was looking at you with such regret in his chocolate brown eyes that it made your heart break. Somehow, you managed a weak smile to let him know that it was okay--that you didn’t blame him for anything.  He had believed in you so much, how could you? And for you, this was a much better option of dying together than having to live without him. 

Poe softly smiled back at you, the pain in his eyes so evident as he mouthed the words I love you. Oh how you wish you could respond, but there was a boot on your neck, pressing your head forward as the troopers prepared all three of you--Poe, Finn, yourself--for execution. Squeezing your eyes shut, you prayed that the end would come swiftly...

.....instead there was a loud explosion, you were thrown from underneath the boot on your neck clear across the hanger, the blast knocking you unconscious for a few moments. 

When you regained your senses, the hanger was on fire. Poe was leaning over you and talking to you, but you couldn’t hear him over the ringing in your ears. He suddenly pulled you into his arms and you realized he’d been asking if you were okay.  Amazingly, you were fine, other than a few cuts and bruises. 

“Sweetheart, can you stand? We need to get out of here.”

“Yes, Poe, I’m fine. Just some scrapes.”

Despite this statement from you, Poe still pulled you to your feet, carefully.  “I saw a shuttle still in tact; if we can get to that I can get us the hell out of here.”

Clinging to his hand, you nodded. “Where’s Finn? Is he okay?” you asked, anxiously, looking around the hanger.

There was no time to even search for Finn, the stormtroopers had emerged from the smoke and were firing at you and Poe. The two of you barely had enough time to duck behind some debris to block yourself from getting hit and you realized, with desperation, that they had cut your path off to the shuttle. If you and Poe were to move now in an attempt to get to the shuttle, you’d be shot dead before you even took three steps. 

Poe desperately tried to shield you, all the while trying to just as desperately come up with a plan on how to get the hell out of this situation. And then suddenly, there was BB-8, having hot-wired an ATST--clearing a path for them. 

You were too shocked to even move a muscle, watching that little droid blast troops. It was Poe that grabbed you by the arm and shouted, “Run!”

“But...but...BeeBee!”

“Don’t worry! He does stuff like this all the time!”

There were so many questions that you needed answers too, however, there wasn’t time at the moment.  Thanks to BB-8, you were able to stumble and fall your way onto the shuttle. Somewhere along the way the little droid had picked up Finn and the pair had also made it to the shuttle.

Finn looked anxious. “Can you fly us out of here?”

Poe threw him an incredulous look. “Can I fly us out of here? Of course I can!”

“Glad to see nearly dying toned down your cockiness,” Finn snapped.

“Actually dying is going to be the only thing to do that,” you tossed out.

“If the two of you are done--I’m about to save our asses,” Poe quipped.

Flickering your eyes towards Finn the pair of you made eye contract briefly while Poe piloted the shuttle out of the burning hanger. Immediately a pair of TIE-fighters were on your tail--admittedly none of you thought it was going to be easy to escape, even if Snoke’s ship was scattered in pieces around you. 

Holding your breath, you realized that Poe was pushing the shuttle hard and fast towards the surface of the planet. He was following the escape transports but even as he made his approach, he. saw that the blast door was about to closed. “Hold on!” he shouted. “This is gonna be tight!”

BB-8 let out an anxious trill as the shuttle dove underneath the closing door, shearing off the wings of the shuttle. Your closed your eyes tightly until the shuttle came to a groaning halt. 

“See. Told ya I could fly us out of there,” Poe said, laughing slightly.

“Yeah... barely,” Finn sniped. 

“Are you off Snoke’s ship or not?”

“We’re off but I wouldn’t call that a landing!”

Poe shrugged. “I’ve had worse, right Bee?”

BB-8 bleeped an affirmative.

Slowly you opened your eyes and glared at him. The amused look on his face didn’t last long as the surviving Resistance members opened fire on the shuttle. The three of you, along with BB-8, ducked for cover, while Poe screamed, “Don’t shoot! Don’t shoot! It’s us!”

Carefully, each one of you raised yourself up so the Resistance fighters could see it was indeed your tiny group. 

“Finn? Poe? Y/N? You’re alive!” Rose gasped.

“Yeah!” Finn yelled back. “Although Poe tried to kill us!”

“Hey!” Poe protested, glaring at him.

All you could focus on was the small group of fighters left; you’d failed after all.  The tracker had not been disabled in time for anyone to get away before they had to abandon ship and take refuge in this old Rebel base. Your one chance to prove you belonged here--and you’d blown it.

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Poe had actually lost track of you once you had left the shuttle. He’d immediately been swept up in preparations that the First Order was going to land ground forces and attempt to flush them out  After it became obvious that they were tucking their tails, licking their wounds, and heading back to their space--that was when Poe noticed you were missing.

He found you, huddled behind one of those ancient, decaying. speeders--which between the two of you, he was happy he did not need to fly. Poe squeezed in next to you. “Hey. There you are. I’ve been looking for you for over an hour. Why are you hiding back here?”

“I failed,” you mumbled, tears slipping out of your eyes.

“What do you mean you failed? You disabled the tracker,” Poe countered.

“Not in time.”

Gently, Poe pulled you close to him. “Sweetheart, most of the fleet got away--the decision to destroy the Raddus was made so the others could flee--just incase the tracker wasn’t disabled. You’d disappeared before Leia could explain to us what happened.”

Wiping the tears from your eyes, you shook your head. “If I had disabled it faster than the Raddus would have gotten away too.”

“They didn’t want to leave us behind,” Poe said, softly.

“What?” you rasped, raising your eyes to look at him.

“Leia didn’t want to leave us behind.”

“We knew it was a suicide mission when we took it.”

Poe quietly stroked your hair; yes they had all known that the mission was probably going to end up in their deaths--it almost had--but none of them had voiced that sentiment out loud--until now. His lips brushed against your temple so softly it was like a breeze tickling your skin. “Your parents would be proud of you.”

You wished you felt as confident as he did about that but the truth was you didn’t. How would your parents feel knowing that you couldn’t control your panic attacks? That you had such severe anxiety that you often hid away from others to tinkering in your workshop? “They wouldn’t be proud of a coward.”

“Stop!” his voice was so firm, angry, that it startled you. “Stop right now,” Poe growled, low in his throat. He grabbed you by the shoulders and forced you to face him. “You are not a coward. You marched onto that ship and disabled something that none of us knew how to disable. A coward would not have done that; your anxiety, your panic attacks, they do not define you. So stop talking like this.”

“I can’t stop feeling this way! It’s not easy!” you sobbed, wanting to run away from him, but he would not let you go. “Do you think I want to feel this way? I can’t control it, Poe. Somedays, I feel like I’m drowning, that I can’t breathe!”

“So do I!”

“You?”

Poe swallowed, nervously, and nodded. “Ever since I escaped Jakku and made it back to the Resistance--I’ve felt an increasing dread, pressure--fear of failure, Y/N. When Kylo Ren tore through my mind, my memories, he saw the most vulnerable side of me and it haunts me, sweetheart, that I couldn’t protect you from his mind probes! That he saw what you meant to me, and that by him seeing this, it puts you in danger!”

Seeing the fear in his eyes, you sucked in a shuddering breath. “You don’t have to protect me, Poe.”

He wiped your tears away and then you were pressed, tightly against him. “I love you,” he whispered, “I would never forgive myself if anything happened to you. Never.”

You wrapped your arms around him and buried your face against his chest. If you could have, you have stayed in his arms like this for the rest of the day, but as life had it--someone was looking for him. Poe kissed the top of your head and whispering an, “I love you,” he stood up and left you sitting there, giving you complete control of when you wanted to leave your safe spot.

“Did you find her?” Finn’s voice carried across the room.

“Not yet; she’s damn good at hiding,” Poe replied. “Don’t worry, she’ll show up when she’s ready to come out of hiding--or BeeBee will track her down, and then coax her to come out.  She can’t say no to him.”

“Okay, but we better find her soon,” Finn said. “Someone responded to the General’s distress call for emergency evacuation transport. We’ll be leaving soon as they get here.”

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Chasing Butterflies: Earth Kills

Hello all! Here’s the third chapter of Chasing Butterflies. I hope you all like it and as always constructive criticism is appreciated. Make sure to let me know if you want to be added to any of my taglists!

Season 1; Episode 3: Earth Kills Pairings: OC x OC best friends, no love interests chosen yet Warnings: Mention of death Word Count: 2,214

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Elara and Clarke sat together working on Jasper, "His pulse is three eighty." Elara states.

Jasper's pained moans can be heard throughout the camp. "Quiet!" "Go back to sleep!" Delinquents yells at Jasper. 

"Don't listen to them. You're going to make it through this, okay? Promise." Clarke whispers to the boy.

"Can he just die already!" Someone yells up.

Nova abruptly stands up, "That's it! I'm going to kick all of their asses!"

"Nova no!" Elara exclaims. Nova turns around, fire in her eyes, "Please. Just get some clean water for us okay?"

Nova bites her lip but nods. She grabs the bowl from Elara's hands then turns to leave the dropship. 

Nova steps out of the dropship and takes a deep breath. She pauses when she hears a girl yelling, "No! No! No!"

She looks around and starts walking towards the noise. She lightly kicks the girl with her shoe, "Hey, wake up." When she doesn't Nova sighs and reaches down, "It's just a dream, wake up."

Finally the young girl's eyes snap open, "Nightmare? Wanna talk about it?"

The young girl looks at Nova with wide eyes but doesn't say anything. Nova sighs once more, "I'm Nova. What's your name?" She tries again.

"I- I know who you are. Everyone does." A small smile twitches onto Nova's face, the girl continues, embarrassed about what she just said, "I'm Charlotte."

"Well Charlotte, it was just a nightmare. They can't hurt you."

"It's my parents. They were floated and they... and I see it in my dreams and I just..."

"I understand. It's not an easy thing to go through. So how did you end up here?"

"Well... we were taking my parents' things to the redistribution center and... I kinda lost it. They said I assaulted a guard."

"Can't say I blame you. I've assaulted a guard before too. They usually deserve it." 

A brief moment of silence surrounds the two delinquents, "Do you have nightmares?" Charlotte hesitantly asks Nova.

Nova looks back at the girl, she bites her lips but decides to answer honestly, "Yeah. Almost every night."

"What do you do to stop them?"

"Honestly, I haven't figured out how yet. But when I do I'll be sure to let you know."

Charlotte smiles up at the older girl then lays back down trying to get to sleep.

 *_*_*_*_*_*_*

 The next morning, after some rest, Clarke and Elara are back with Jasper trying anything to help him. "The Grounders cauterized the wound. Saved his life." Clarke says.

"Saved his life so they could string him up for live bait. Garden of Eden this ain't." Finn replies.

"This is infected. He could be septic." Elara speaks, looking at the wound.

"Any progress on using the wristbands to contact the Ark? Monty?" Clarke asks.

"That would be a firm no." He replies, eyes still focused on the wristband in his hand.

"My mother would know what to do." Clarke mumbles. She pauses then looks at the others around Jasper, "Alright, hold him down."

Clarke starts to cut off the infected area as Finn, Wells, and Elara try to hold Jasper steady. He starts screaming causing all of the delinquents outside to look up at the drop ship. "Hold him still!" Clarke yells.

Octavia rushes in, Bellamy right behind her. "Stop it! You're killing him!" Octavia exclaims.

Elara immediately reaches out to stop Octavia from getting in the way, "She's trying to save him!"

"She can't." Bellamy states.

"We didn't drag him through miles of woods for him to die." Elara snaps, glaring at the older boy.

"Kid's a goner. If you can't see that, you're deluded. He's making people crazy."

"Sorry if Jasper's an inconvenience to you, but this isn't the Ark. Down here, every life matters." Clarke replies.

Bellamy shakes his head and starts going back down stairs, "Octavia, let's go."

"I'm staying here." She replies, eyes still trained on Jasper.

"Power-hungry, self-serving jackass. He doesn't care about anyone but himself." Monty grumbles once Bellamy is out of the room. He then looks at Octavia and continues, "No offense."

"Yeah, Bellamy is all that. But he also happens to be right." Finn replies.

Clarke starts playing with the red plant that the Grounders used as a poultice, "This stuff has to have had antibiotic properties."

"If we can find it and make it into a tea it would probably be more effective." Elara says, also looking at the substance.

Wells speaks up, "Let me see." Elara hands him some of the substance and watches as he looks at it. "It's seaweed."

"That means that there must be a water source nearby." Clarke says.

"It would have to be a slow current, lots of rocks. The water would probably be more red than green."

"I know just the place." Finn states.

Clarke stands up, "Great, let's go."

Finn and Clarke start to leave but Wells stops them, "Hey. I know what this stuff looks like. Do you?"

Elara quickly speaks before the three leave, "Be fast. I'll try and keep him stable."

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Nova has been trekking through the woods alone all morning. Not only was she looking for food but she was also trying to find Trina and Pascal. The two delinquents have been missing for a while now and are either lost somewhere in the woods or dead.

Nova pauses, listening to the woods around her. It is eerily silent, more silent than it should be. In the distance she can just make out the sound of a foghorn.

She looks down and notices hundreds of insects all running in one direction. When she looks back up she sees a mustard colored fog moving towards her. She instantly turns around and starts running. She remembers that she passed caves not too long ago and makes her way in that general direction. 

She prays to any God that will listen that she makes it on time. Not too long after she started running she could see the caves in the distance. She starts hearing someone yell, "Bellamy!"

The fog is now catching up to her, it touches her hand and she hisses in pain. She turns to enter the cave, nearly crashing into Bellamy. "Nova?" He questions, not waiting for an answer he moves around her to get out of the cave and help the delinquent that keeps calling his name.

"You'll die if you go out there." Nova says as she places a hand on his chest.

He steps away from the cave entrance and moves to the back, Nova following. For the first time since she entered the cave she realizes that the two weren't alone. "Charlotte? What the hell are you doing outside of the camp?"

Still slightly afraid of the girl, Charlotte is unsure how to answer, "She was with me." Bellamy answered.

Nova raises an eyebrow but doesn't question the older male.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 As night falls Bellamy, Nova, and Charlotte sit in the cave waiting for the fog to pass. Charlotte falls asleep, laying near the back wall of the cave. Bellamy and Nova sit on opposite walls. The two close their eyes, though neither sleep. 

"No!" Bellamy and Nova snap their eyes open at Charlotte's panicked scream.

Bellamy quickly shakes the young girl awake. Once she's up she instantly apologizes, looking at the two others in embarrassment.

"Does it happen often?" Bellamy asks Charlotte softly. Nova narrows her eyes at the boy, not used to him being so gentle.

Charlotte sighs and nods. Bellamy continues, "What are you scared of? You know what? It doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is what you do about it."

"But... I'm asleep." The young girl answers, confusion laced in her voice.

"Fears are fears. Slay your demons when you're awake, they won't be there to get you when you sleep." Nova scoffs at his words, shaking her head.

Bellamy quickly glares and continues, distracting Charlotte from Nova, "You can't afford to be weak. Down here, weakness is death, fear is death. Let me see that knife I gave you."

Charlotte reaches into her pocket and pulls out the knife, handing it to Bellamy. He grips it tightly in his hand, "Now, when you feel afraid, you hold tight to that knife and you say, 'Screw you. I'm not afraid.'"

Bellamy hands Charlotte back the knife. The two older delinquents watch as she tightly grips it in her tiny hand, "Screw you, I'm not afraid." She quietly repeats.

Bellamy gives her a look that clearly says, 'you can do better than that'. "Screw you. I'm not afraid." She says once more, this time more firmly and louder. 

Bellamy smiles and lightly pats Charlotte on the arm, "Slay your demons, kid. Then you'll be able to sleep."

The two older delinquents watch as the young girl turns towards the wall and clutches the knife to her chest. After a few minutes soft snores start to leave her lips. 

The minute Bellamy realized that Charlotte was asleep once more he spoke to Nova, "What the hell is your problem?" He harshly whispered.

"What?" Nova glares at the boy.

"When I was trying to comfort Charlotte. Why'd you scoff?"

Nova hesitates, she looks down as she answers. Her voice coming out in a shaky whisper, "Because fighting your demons while you're awake does shit for when you're sleeping." She pauses then continues, even quieter than before. So quiet that Bellamy has to lean forward to hear her clearly, "I killed my demon and he still haunts my dreams."

A brief moment of silence hangs in the air, "That's why you got locked up? No one ever knew."

Nova nods, a distant look in her eyes. She turns her body away from the boy, effectively ending the conversation, unaware of Bellamy's lingering gaze.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 Elara and Octavia stayed by Jasper's side as Clarke, Finn, and Wells were out getting the seaweed. Night had fallen and the two lower floors of the drop ship were crowded with the delinquents taking shelter from the acid fog. 

Monty rushes up to the top floor, slamming the door shut. "Murphy's going to kill Jasper!" He exclaims. "The locks on the other side."

Elara rushes over to sit on the door with Monty as Octavia quickly searches the room for something to keep the door shut. "I'm gonna kill him, okay? Let me in, Monty!" Murphy yells from the other side of the door.

"No rush. We're fine here." Monty says, as Murphy continuously bangs on the door. 

Finally the pipe that Octavia was trying to get loose breaks off, "I got it! Move!"

"The three of you better open this hatch right now!" Murphy calls again. The three delinquents in the room with Jasper let out a sigh of relief when the pipe is firmly in place.

 *_*_*_*_*_*

 The next morning Bellamy, Nova, and Charlotte walk out of the cave to meet back up with the hunting party. "Anyone out here? Jones?"

Nova opens her mouth to scold him for calling attention to them when Grounders could be out there but stops as she hears Jones call back, "We're here!"

Once everyone is together, Jones and the others throw questioning glances at Nova but don't say anything. "Where'd you go? I lost you in the fog." Bellamy asks the group.

"We made it to a cave down there." Jones replies, gesturing in the general direction that they were.

We all hear a low moan, breaking the silence that followed Jones' words. "What was that?" Nova asks, head turning in the direction that the sound came from.

She pulls out an arrow, readying her bow, as she starts moving in the direction of the noise. 

Bellamy and the group silently follow, also keeping their hands on their weapons. Then a scream is heard, Charlotte's scream.

No longer moving slow, the group rushed to where the scream came from. Finally seeing Atom laying in the middle of the woods. He never made it to a cave and the acid fog burned him.

"Kill... me. Kill me." He whispers out. Bellamy kneels next to his head. Charlotte reaches into her pocket pulling out the knife to hand to Bellamy. 

"Don't be afraid." She says as Bellamy grabs the knife.

"Go back to camp. You too Charlotte." He says to the group. Everyone hurries to leave except for Nova.

Instead Nova kneels on Atom's other side. She sees movement in the corner of her eye and snaps her head up. Clarke runs into the clearing, "I heard screams."

"Charlotte found him. I sent her back to camp." Bellamy answers. 

Atom keeps whispering "Kill me."

Clarke looks him over then says, "Okay. I'm going to help you." She sits at Atom's head and gently runs her fingers through his hair and starts humming a song.

She goes to reach for the knife in Bellamy's hand seeing that he's struggling with killing the injured boy. She gets beat by Nova grabbing the knife though. Clarke looks at Nova in shock, "You've never killed before. Let me." Nova simply states.

She grips the knife then slowly stabs Atom in the neck, killing him.

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noah fence but the headcanon that din and luke are both REALLY into getting their asses kicked by the other is SO funny and SO good

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Finnpoe Rec List!

There’s some really fantastic Finnpoe fics out there and I’ve been setting aside fics from my bookmarks for this for a while! These are just some of my faves, so enjoy!! 

Canon/Canon Adjacent (not AUs outside general Star Wars universe) 

“how to become the spark” by sassy_ninja (G - 49.7k

Poe Dameron, commander of the Resistance fleet, best pilot in the galaxy, hotshot trigger-happy flyboy, he's all of these things plus a little bit more. This is the story Poe Dameron, shy farmboy, doting son, idiot gay, soldier who tries his best not to be broken by the war roaring around him and most of all just a human in a galaxy which doesn't care about things like love, friendship and fear. This is how he breaks and how he begins to heal again and how he starts to learn what it means to be alive. Or Poe Dameron's life from his childhood to the end of the war.

“bathed in blue light” by delgay (M - 17.4k)

When Finn turns to his right, Poe stands beside him, looking up at Finn and giving him what might be a smirk if he weren’t too busy smiling. It’s that same smile that’s made home on his face ever since Finn said, “I’d like to see Yavin IV. If I’d be welcome.” Poe had blinked fast, but the smile came slow. “Buddy,” he’d replied, “I’m offended that you even had to ask.”

A year after the Battle of Exegol, Finn and Poe visit Yavin IV. While there, Finn struggles with the Force and his complicated relationship with Poe.

“we slept with our backs against the weather” by bogpersons (T - 8.4k)

Poe’s breaths come in stops and starts, and wheezes on the inhale and exhale. He sounds like a dying man. Finn lifts Poe’s hand to his lips, presses it there, squeezes his eye shut. Something harsh and painful swells in his chest, finds a place under his heart and pushes and pushes and pushes until Finn can barely breathe with it. You are a Human Person. Finn and Poe crash on a jungle planet. Finn struggles with himself.

“We Stan A Healthy Family Dynamic (The Kes Verse)” by AphroditesTummyRolls SERIES (Not rated, 161.7k)

Get in losers, we're giving the Star Wars Sequel cast the story they deserved-- Particularly Poe and Finn.

[Set after the events of TFA, rewrites of TLJ and neat little bits in-between. Poe deals with the aftermath Kylo Ren’s interrogation, dealing with regret and trauma, with the help of his friends and dad through a rewrite of TLJ.]

“your love will be safe with me” by incalyscent (T - 8.6k)

when finn stripped away the violence from himself, what did he have left? it was love; love; love.

“i’m yours (and suddenly you’re mine) by spacepilotprince (E - 4.3k)

Finn snorts against Poe's stomach, and it forces a ticklish laugh out of him. “Laying it on a little thick tonight, aren't you?” Finn asks as he looks up at Poe, and finds that grin he heard in his voice.

“Not the only thing that's thick,” Poe says with a smirk, glancing down between them towards Finn's cock.

“Oh, shut up,” Finn laughs, surging up to kiss him, muffling Poe's laughter. Poe runs his hands over Finn's shoulders and tips his head aside, sending Finn's mouth down his jaw and neck.

“Contact” by earthmylikeness (M - 9.9k)

Because what could Finn do but live through it? Live in the remains of his own shipwrecked mind, his badly-crossed wires. Imagine Poe’s perpetually bitten mouth on him - his wide, calloused hands on his bare chest, pulling him down and down whenever he so much as closes his eyes. 

Finn has a delayed reaction to surviving the crash.

“Best Laid Efforts” by cosmicocean (T - 3.7k) @cosmicoceanfic

In which Jessika and Temmin do their best, aren't even subtle about it, and Poe and Finn are still morons.

“Ad Pacem” by SteveTrevorsStarship (T - 1.5k) 

Finn knows war and rebellion so far. He doesn’t know peace. (Yet.)

“First Comes the Night” by coffeeinallcaps (E - 20.1k)

He doesn’t get nightmares. He doesn’t dream about the mask, the cries of the villagers, waking up in the desert with a blinding headache and his mouth filled with blood and the man who’d saved him gone, most likely dead. Instead, he just can’t sleep.

“have you heard” by peradi (Not rated, 42.1k)

"I heard FN-2187 was a Stormtrooper." 

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The princess of the family - SHELBY SISTER

Request: @mrswinchester29

Words: 1640

hello loviees

this is my first Shelby Sister fic and i’m sorry if is anything wrong with it, but i will improve!! and the one who requested it, i hope it is what you wanted and i’m sorry for changing it a little bit, i hope that’s fine. also thank you sm for your request

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It's not that late, but as soon as it get dark outside, the streets are empty and at this hour you don't really see women outside on their own. The exception is [Y/N] Shelby; the stubborn little sister of the Peaky Blinders. Of course you know about your family business and that they have a lot of enemies, but you just don't care.  You don't want to be hold back by this; like a beautiful bird in a cage. You want to live.

And despite Tommy's orders, you were alone at shopping all day without anyone knowing about it. You knew that your family, mostly your brothers, will be very mad once you get home and that's why you took your time.

You have bags in both of your hands and you walk down the street, thinking about the dresses you bought and the pairs of earrings you bought for Ada and Polly and for your sisters-in-law. But your happy thoughts are interrupted by some loud noises right behind your back. Turning your head over your shoulders, you can see two massive figure walking in your directions just as fast as you and this make you skeptical, but you keep on walking, trying to ignore them as much as you can. Polly's house is right after the corner. Maybe they are not following you. Maybe it is just in your head, you thought.

But when your turn to the left, a hand grab you by the back of your coat and push you roughly into the wall. You let out a whimper because of the pain you feel in your head and you look right into a man's full of rage eyes. They look older, but you can't really see their faces because of the low lights.

"I hoped to find one of their whores called wives, but find the princess by her own? That's so much more than I hoped."

They both laugh and you try to break free by hitting them, but you have no chance alone. Not when two stronger men are holding you still, your bags at the ground in the mud.

"What the fuck do you want?" You growl at them, getting angry by the way they are just smirking at you.

"Oh, I heard about your big mouth..."

He grabs you with his thumb and pointing finger, holding you tight by your chin and making you shut your eyes for a moment, but you don't wanna show any fear. So you look right into their eyes with a dead expression.

"About the shit you always talk and you never got troubles for it because of your brothers."

"Until now." The other one speaks and your whole body start shaking when a hand touch your leg underneath your dress.

"Let me fuckin go now. My brothers will kill you!" You hate to use their names, but you start to get scared; the look on their faces makes them look insane and you can feel how much they want to hurt you, to destroy you. He grab your ankle so tight that you almost scream, your leg around his waist now and you try to hit him again as they touch your thighs with their dirty hands.

The other one grabs your chin, turning your face to him to kiss your lips. You yell in pure terror and you do the first thing that come into your mind: you spit him right into the face. The next thing you know is a slap you receive on your cheek and then another one and another until you can't feel your face anymore. You don't even realize that you are crying and screaming for help, forgetting about the issues you have with your overprotective family and begging to God that someone will help you now.

They rip your dress over your chest, placing disgusting kisses all over your bare skin and you scream again, but your voice it's covered now by gunshots.

"Let my sister down before I bloody shoot you right between your eyes." Ada says sternly and you cry at the sight of her. You love your sister so much, but you never were so happy to see her like you are in this moment.

She shoot again and they drop you at the ground; bullets in their legs as they quickly run away from you. You remain there with your hands at your mouth, crying and not really believing that this really happened. Ada was over to you in a second, letting you cry at her warm chest while she caresses your hair.

"It's fine, love. I'm here now. We're here with you. Can you walk?"

You didn't understand why she said "we", but then you see Finn running to you with terror all over his face.

"[Y/N] they...?"

"No." Ada answer it for you and you just start crying harder as Finn breathe out in relief. That thought was killing him.

He took you into his arms, you wishing you could just hide yourself completely at his chest. But you can't. You feel his every breathe and heart beat as he walks, almost run in fact, over to Polly's house while Ada tell someone to informs your brothers that you are here now, that they found you at the right time. Everyone was looking for you and now you are glad they did.

"Oh God." You hear Polly's voice as Finn enter the house and he and Michael gentle lay you onto the sofa. "My baby girl." She have tears in her eyes as she wraps her arms around you and you are finally home.

"Who did this to her?" Grace whisper, talking to them while she places some blankets on your shoulders. You were shaking.

"I don't know, but they will be fucking dead by-..."

"Finn, shut your mouth! She don't need this right now." Esme lowered in front you and after giving Finn a glare, she softly speaks to you. "[Y/N], can I look at your wounds? We have to clean them..."

Polly caresses your hair and back all this time, whispering softly words into your ears just like a mother she is for all of you. You nod your head and you take a deep breath; you were suffocating at her chest because of all the tears and you didn't even realized it. But you wanted to stop with all the crying now.

Finn walk out of the room, waiting outside for his brothers, not wanting to look anymore at your sore and bruised face. You wrap up the blanket around you as you stand up a little and you let Esme to clean your face, as Grace and Ada were doing the same with your hands, while talking with you. Polly holds you tight in her arms and Linda run into the kitchen to prepare a tea for you.

"Where's is she?"

"How's she?"

"I'm gonna fuckin hang the ones who did this."

After a few more minutes, your crying stopped and you slowly calmed yourself down, but then your brothers came and you all heard their voices from outside the house. You were almost sleeping in Polly's arms with the girls next to you; no one was talking, but it helped you to know that they are here.

Ada remain with you as everyone walk out; Polly's quickly shushed her nephews who are beyond angry, furious and wanting to kill every person that did this to their little princess.

"You can be Peaky Blinders later when she's not crying her eyes out. She needs you now." Polly  says while looking at them.

"She needs all of us." Linda says and everyone agrees with her as they slowly walk back into the living room.

John close his eyes and sigh at the sight of his little sister, bruised and with bloodshot eyes; the same eyes all of you have and the eyes he hates to see in this way. Tommy feel like his stone heart is melting when he take a sit next to you, Arthur raising you into his lap while John is in your left with Finn. Everyone else is also there on the chairs, letting you all having a moment. Surrounded by the ones you love and love you, you smile a little, trying to forget that hell you've been through.

"You understand now why we are so protective with you." Tommy softly says and grabs your hand in his, kissing it after. Grace shouts him a glare, not wanting this to become a fight and make you feel worse, but you nod and whisper, talking for the first time since Ada and Finn found you with a raspy voice you don't usually have.

"I'm sorry...I'm so sorry I was such a pain in your asses."

"And ya still are." John is smirking at you and you let your head on his shoulder.

"But we don't mind." Arthur softly kiss your cheek and you close your eyes, feeling how thankful you really are for having them in your life.

"And I hope you know we gonna cut to death the bastards that did that to our princess." Tommy says and you smile again, but he was serious, no joking in his voice nor his face. John, Arthur and Finn nod immediately.

"That did what to me?"

You're raise your eyebrows, trying to joke and everyone let out a chuckle. Your body is in pain, but you can't say anything or even think about that when your whole family is here with you now.

"I love you so much. All of you."

Later that night, you are peacefully sleeping on the couch with Tommy, Arthur and John by your side and no one dares to wake you up. Polly places some blankets over you and walk the stairs up to her bedroom, still watching you with a smile on her lips, knowing that your mother will be so happy and proud to see you now.

[merakiaes]

His Reason - Arthur Shelby

Pairing: Arthur Shelby x reader

Requested: By @arthurobsessed​

Prompts: None.

Warnings/notes: This is just a little narrative story, no dialogue. It’s a bit short and messy, and not proofread so sorry in advance for any mistakes xD

Wordcount: 1966

Summary: A bit of fluff for a younger Arthur.  

The first time you met Arthur, it wasn’t love at first sight.

Your love for him formed gradually. His personality, his voice, his hair, his eyes, his humor, the way he looked away and blushed whenever you would catch him staring; gradually it all came clear to you that he was exactly what you were looking for.

But Arthur, oh, he was doomed from the second Tommy brought you home the first time. You had a good sense of humor, a dirty mind, and a beautiful heart; a deadly combination that had him falling on the spot.

You were the same age as Tommy and you had been in the same class in school ever since the start. You didn’t have an easy time making friends as a child as you were too outspoken and hyperactive for most girls your age to be able to handle, so you just ended up tagging along with Tommy and Freddie through your years in school.

With his drunk and irresponsible dad, Tommy had never dared to take you home or introduce him to any of his family members. Usually, when the three of you spent time together after school, you would be at yours or Freddie’s house.

John was the only one other than Tommy himself that had met you out of the entire Shelby clan, as he had been in a few years under you in school and you had met him briefly a few times when coming out after class alongside his brother.

But the others, you had never met. Not until their dad ran out of them in 1908, when Tommy finally got to take you home and introduce you to his family.

You had been eighteen at the time, and Arthur twenty-one. Finn had just been born and their mother had died in childbirth, having their dad running out on them like the lowlife he was.

Arthur had been in another room when you first arrived that Thursday afternoon, so Polly, John and Ada got to meet you first.

When the time came around when he finally joined you in the kitchen, you were all sitting around the dinner table waiting for him, and he only had to take one look into your eyes to know that you were the one he wanted to spend his entire life with.

Gradually, you started spending more time with the oldest of the Shelby children. Everyone told you to stay away, but it was hard to resist a bad boy who was a good man, and you fell for him quicker than you would have liked to admit.

He was bad. He smoked, he broke the law, he drove too fast for his own good. He didn’t care because no one taught him to.

But when it came to you, he wanted to be the best man. He couldn’t bear the thought of you being hurt by him, or by anyone else. He would kill to protect you, the girl who cared about someone as worthless as him in all your perfection.

But your relationship hadn’t started so gracefully as you might have thought. Quite the opposite really.

Despite being reckless and violent, yelling and fight everyone who even looked at him the wrong way, Arthur was a whole flustered mess around you, despite being twenty-one years of age.

The second you came around, he would get quiet and blush. You really had him on a leash tighter than a nun’s mossy cleft on Easter Sunday.

His heart was a beating split personality. One side was a warrior, constantly kicking ass and swallowing the names that dared to venture there, while the other side was a child; stumbling, stuttering, awkward and unsure of everything he had ever loved.

And you, you were just the opposite of him.

While he was a mess of a bloody nose, bruised knuckles, fighting, yelling, cursing and doing practically everything he wasn’t supposed to be doing, you were like a flower in comparison to him.

Unlike other girls, you never wore dresses. Instead, you matched pretty, colorful blouses with flowery patterns with your older brothers’ way too big cargo pants and dirty boots. Quite the combo.

You wrote poems and short love stories, always carrying around a notebook filled with neat, cursive writings and pressed flowers in between the pages.

You loved to read and sit in silence, were so fascinated with the stars that you could go on for hours upon hours about them, and while Arthur smelled of rusty blood, cigarettes and dirt, you smelled of fresh pears; exactly like the ones his mother would grow in their country side house when he was a little boy.

You reminded him of her, of home in general, and your presence made him feel confident in himself and feel like he was actually worth a life. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to be anything but flustered around you.

The first time he tried asking you out, you actually had to shut his rambling up by kissing him, taking him by so much surprise he stumbled and fell on a stone, resulting in both of you tumbling to the ground.

He had never been a lady’s man, so while that hadn’t been your first kiss, it had been his. You were his first everything. First kiss, first time, first love.

From that day forward, he followed you around wherever you went and did everything in his power to make you happy.

He always held your hand in public, but while you were really confident and at ease, he was awkward. He brought you flowers to put in your notebook, tried his best to write you romantic notes every once in a while – and failing miserably - and would just sit and watch you while you wrote, listening to the scratching of your pen against the paper.

He followed you around the point where you, sometimes, would have to hide from him in order to get things done. But most of the times, you didn’t mind the attention, because quite frankly, you were just as annoying to him.

During the winters, you would be an ass and put your cold hands down his neck, always making him let out a string of curse words. During your first Christmas together, you knitted him a Christmas sweater that was absolutely awful, but he still wore it, getting laughed at by both you and his family the entire day.

The first time you got intimate was the night after Christmas, in front of the fire place when Polly had taken the others out for the market.

Arthur made it more awkward than it had to be, fumbling with everything and just being generally embarrassed through the entire thing while you tried your best to make him stop worrying.

Afterwards, he had proceeded to tell you that he wanted to marry you, have children with you, and take care of you until you were old and gray.

Keeping in mind that this had only been two and a half months into your romantic relationship, he had panicked immediately and feared that he would scare you off by moving to fast. He really had no idea how to act around you, despite the two of you now being an official couple.

But rather than getting up and leaving him right then and there like he fretted, you had just shut his rambling up with a laugh and a kiss just like you had done the first time he had tried asking you out.

You stayed with each other for six whole years and grew more and more as a couple for every passing day. Eventually, you were pretty much inseparable.

Tommy, having been the first one to know you, loved you to bits and pieces. You were still very close, despite you having gotten together with his brother. But the others loved you as well.

You would help Polly with errands and around the house whenever she was busy with Finn and would help with Finn too whenever she had an errand that could only be run by herself and Arthur was too busy working to help out.

Ada looked up to you like you were her own sister, and so did John, the second youngest of the Shelbys growing fiercely protective over you the older he got.

Arthur never stopped bragging about you to everyone, despite most of the people in his inner circle already knowing you. Every time he would talk about you he would have the hugest, proudest smile on his lips and he wouldn’t be able to wipe it off.

But while he kept this quality, he eventually grew out of the awkward young man he had been when he first met you, getting more confident and bolder when he realized you wouldn’t be leaving him anytime soon.

He didn’t understand why you stayed, though. He never did.

You saw what a mess he could be, how moody he could get and how hard he could be to handle, but you still wanted him, for whatever reason.

He only saw himself for his faults, still scarred from his father being able to walk out on him without as much of a goodbye. But to you, he was so much more.

He might have had a temper but he was a good man. He was by no means perfect, but he was hardworking and would go above and beyond to make you happy.

He was imperfect but working towards being a better man every day for your sake, protecting you in any way he could from right beside you until the war struck and he had to go protect you from France alongside Tommy and John, the latter just having turned nineteen.

And he just had the worst imaginable timing, managing to knock you up right before he left, leaving you to raise your first-born daughter with only Polly by your side.

You exchanged letters with him all through the four years he was away, updating him on your daughter’s growth and the business, and making sure that he kept safe and that he knew how much you missed him.

You also exchanged letters with Tommy and John, the two of them telling you on more occasions than you could count that Arthur would worry about you moving on from him in his absence to the point where he would actually throw up.

But his worries never came true, as you had been at the train station right beside the rest of his family at their return, cradling your now four year old daughter in your arms and welcoming him home with a big kiss and happy tears running down your face.

The issues he had previously had with his temper thanks to his father were now even worse, four years of only seeing death and being stuck down in the tunnels having taken a big toll on his mind.

But still, no matter how much he worried that you would leave him, you never did. You just held him when he needed you and assured him that you would always stay by his side.

After the war, he carried more anger and pain than a thousand armies could ever bear. He had been betrayed, deceived and hurt.

At only thirty-one years old, he had already crossed hell and the only time anyone ever saw peace in his eyes after the horrors he had borne witness to, was when he looked at you.

You may not have been out there with him and saved him in physical form from the bullets or hand grenades but still, you were the reason he was still alive.

At the end of the day, you were his reason for everything.

[adamdriverwrites]

Carpe Noctem || Part 2

Plot summary: Mob boss’s daughter & bodyguard au ft. Kylo Ren. Based off this plot bunny (x)

Warnings: swearing, mention of death, mention of drugs and addiction.

Word count: 4580

Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader

A/N: Here is part 2! Lemme know what you guys think! I’m also thinking about making a character page with everyone on it and maybe some pictures of what i kind of expected the house and car to look like and stuff?

Taglist: @helloimindelaware, @dandydragonz, @musicalcoffeebean, @hazydespair, @driverficarchive. Let me know if you want to be added!

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Most nights lately, sleep had been restless if it was to be had at all. The last week was spent thinking mostly about Mallory, but regardless you found yourself waking up from a full nights rest. The last thing you had expected being back home. The California king bed was massive, with soft feather down comforters and pillows creating the fantasy you were sleeping on a cloud. The split second before your conscious thought's took the wheel, you woke up feeling almost… content. A visceral and unfamiliar feeling, and then you remembered the chain of events that had led up until this point, and reality crashed to the forefront of your mind.

A heavy sigh escaping your lips, you pulled yourself together and exit the bed. Getting ready for Mallory's funeral was easier than you thought. Most of your clothes were black, and you had only brought one dress with you appropriate enough for a funeral. You didn’t feel like wearing it, you only brought it along with you because it was instinct when Mallory was around. Forcing you into dresses and heels. The concept of wearing one hurt too much today. So you decided to wear something a little more casual. Dark high-waisted jeans, a black silk shirt and you topped it off with your leather jacket. After applying some simple makeup, you mustered the courage to leave your room.

Last night was spent outlining some questions, accumulating thought's and reasoning pertaining to Mallory’s untimely demise. You weren't sure if you were still in shock, denial, or on the track to slowly coming to terms with her death. Either way, you knew only one thing would make you feel better.

So you left your bedroom and headed towards your Father’s office.  Nearing midday already, there was far less voices reverberating down the hallway as you approached the recreation room. This you were happy about, unable to deal with unfamiliar eyes casting you over today.

You entered the silent room, though still smokey, you walked further in before realizing you were not alone.

“Well, well, well…” a voice made you still in your tracks. Hairs on the back of your neck standing straight up. Not out of fear, but nervousness. That was a voice you hadn't heard in a while. “What do we have here?”

Your head turned slowly, seeing two familiar faces. Ares and Roman, two of your older brothers. They were sat in a pair of black leather chairs, smoking in a half dark room in what appeared complete silence. Your nerves simmered, realizing that Lyon was nowhere to be seen. It would appear you were safe for now.

A smile covered your lips and you shifted around the pool table to stand in front of them. Ares was already standing, walking forwards to wrap you up in a hug, squeezing you tightly. Your eyes glanced to Roman standing behind him, regarding you with a smile before pushing your brother away and giving you a hug himself. Your nerves lessened at their apparent happiness to see you. Though, it had always been Lyon with which you had the problem.

“Hey, sis,” Roman pulled away to regard you. Both his and Ares’ eyes looking deep into your face, a minuscule sadness and wanting behind their eyes. If you had a dollar for every time someone had done that you would have been able to pay for your own College education.

“Shit. I mean, I know you always looked like Mom but damn-” Ares sighed, and then continued on, “whatever, its just- its good to have you back.”

“I just wish it was under better circumstances.” Roman popped in, and pulled his pack of cigarettes from his pocket. Seeing one in the hand of your brothers, there was little resistance in accepting his silent offer. Eager to share your nicotine habit with someone.

“How’s school going?” Ares asked.

“Its going well. One more year and I’ll have my master’s.” You were studying psychology, a subject you were eager to learn after living with such a fucked up family. It was the only thing that tethered your sanity to this reality.

“How’s the kids? And how’s Bella?” You asked Ares. You had seen them once or twice, when they were babies, still latched on to Bella, his wife. Mallory had shown you a photo whenever she could get the chance. Happy and proud of her niece and nephew.

“The twins are good. They’re at school now, growing up so fast. Micah, weirdly, looks a lot like Mallory. Mellie though, she looks so much like Bella. So at least she’ll have an easy run of it.”

You bit back a smile, and inhaled the cigarette your brother had lit for you.

Ares was your oldest brother, 11 years older than you were, since your birth he had always been mature enough to have a good relationship with. Despite what happened, he didn't resent you for anything that happened with your Mother. He never blamed you or your existence for ruining the family. No, that was mostly Lyon's modus operandi.

The only thing Ares seemed to care about was being a good Dad, and trying to be a decent husband. He was intelligent and self aware enough to not make the same mistakes as your Father.

Roman was similar. Interested only in running the one legitimate business your Father had; a club on the outskirts of your family’s territory. He wasn't obsessed with the life of crime, or powers of intimidation. He was softer, than all of you. And had kept his private life to himself, just like you had a knack for doing.

Even though you hardly ever talked over the last few years, you still enjoyed their presence. You understood that they had their own lives, and growing up you had wondered why you hardly spent any time together. It wasn’t until you were an adult you realized they were just busy living their own lives. Ten years older than you were, by the time you were shipped off to boarding school at 13 they had already started their trial into adulthood. And under your Father’s pressing thumb you could understand why you would fall under the radar. You were just a kid, and by the time the three of them and Mallory had grown up and formed relationships, you were practically just born. It was easy to understand why you had spent most of your childhood alone.

Ares opened his mouth to speak once more, when it was interrupted by quiet shouting and raised voices from your Dad’s office. Knowing it had some sort of soundproofing you only had a second to contemplate the possible loudness of what was happening inside before the doors burst open. Andrew stepped out, hand on the shoulder of your other brother; Lyon. They shared a look, obviously discussing something heated, your Father’s gaze conveying word’s he didn’t speak, until they turned to glance at the rest of you.

Lyon's apathetic face turned into something of a small snarl at seeing you standing with Ares and Roman. You felt like you had gone back 10 years in time. Back to the old days when your relationship with each other held nothing but contempt. Once again, treating you like you weren't allowed to be part of the family. You hadn't dealt with this shit since you were 16, and were moderately hoping he was over it by now. Though the look on his face suggested otherwise.

“Well, look who’s come crawling back.” He could barely get the words out of his mouth before your Father’s hand on his shoulder tightened. A small gesture that quietened him immediately.

“Lyon." You spoke the only welcome you were ready to give. Spitting the word like it was poison.

You walked forward, eager to have a conversation with your Dad. The sole reason you had come down here in the first place. Lyon kept his eyes on yours, and they tightened at the corner as you approached, hate not hidden behind his eyes but seemingly on full display as you walked forward.

Your Father turned and disappeared deeper into his office, while Lyon stayed in the entrance, not moving from his position.

“Lyon,” Ares voice was chastising him. “Chill the fuck out, Jesus Christ.”

He didn't move, didn't flinch, only kept his eyes on you. You decided to give him the opposite of what he so obviously sought. Keeping your face devoid of any emotion. Once upon a time his hate for you had affected you greatly, but now? Well, now, all you seemed to give a shit about was Mallory. You stopped at the entrance, standing next to him as you inhaled your cigarette, keeping your eyes locked with his. A show of faith that you weren't scared or affected by his actions or words. A try at letting him know that his opinion of you meant nothing.

You stepped forward, further into the office and turned to close the doors for a semblance of privacy, shutting them on his ass and sending him forward a few steps. You could hear a muffled cuss word or two from the other side. You stared at the wood with a tiny smirk.

A loud sigh escaped your Father’s lips and he looked like he had gotten no sleep. He collapsed on the chair behind his desk, and pointed at something in the corner of the room.

“Get Finn to watch him tonight, I have a feeling that he's going to do something stupid.”

You were about to ask why the fuck should you care? And ‘of course he would’, he was known for doing stupid things in the heat of the moment. Like that time when you were 8 and he was 13 and he had cut your hair with a pair of scissors because you had kicked him in the nuts.

But then you realized your Dad wasn't talking to you. He was talking to Kylo.

“Yes, sir.” He nodded from the corner of the room. Nestled between two large bookshelves he sat relaxed in a leather seat, hands on the sides, ankle over his knee. The perfect vision of relaxed calamity in a dark corner. Simply watching and assessing everything.

“You almost ready to go?” Your Dad’s voice pulled your attention. His chin resting in his hands and he looked over at you, blue eyes holding sadness. He was burying his daughter today after all.

“Yeah.” You continued forward, trying to forget the man who seemed a permanent fixture in your Father‘s office. What? Was he your Dad’s PA or something? “I just wanted to talk to you about some stuff.”

“About what?”

“Well, I was wondering if you had the case file for Mallory. I was hoping I could take a look at it.”

His head raised at those words, a slight look of confusion on his face and you quelled it by filling the silence with an explanation. “I just have so many questions and I want them answered, and... I know it's painful for you to talk about it.”

You weren't completely sure he had it. It was official police documentation after all, but he was a man that appreciated the value of knowledge, and that those who wield it properly can transform it into power. Last you knew, he had a great deal of cops on his payroll, what was one case file regarding his daughter’s death?

He turned to open a drawer, pulling a manila folder from it. It was relatively thin, though the edges of the folder were well worn suggesting he had spent the last couple of days going through it intently.

"There's some things to still be added. Poe's coming around tomorrow to drop off the updated documents."

Your brows raised and your eyes darted back to your Father. "Poe's still around?" You wondered how he was fairing through all this. Once upon a time you remembered he was quite fond of your sister. One of the many that had a crush on her. You resisted the urge to curl your lips in a smile. Your eyes fell back down, and quickly read through the notes. Skimming the words quickly, you thumbed through the pages realizing you would need far more time to comb through all the information. There were a lot of big words, and you hadn’t even had coffee yet. Pulling out your phone, you snapped a quick picture of every page so you could read it later when you had more time.

"She was found in the apartment, coroner says fentanyl overdose, with traces of cocaine in her system. The official ruling they're leaning towards is accidental but...." A longing appeared behind his eyes. "there's another set of DNA at the apartment. They don't know who it belongs to."

"Not to mention she was clean. She had been for months."

Your Father shook his head slightly. "Weeks, maybe. You haven't been here." The words were not said with malice, only sincere truth. Never the less, they made you angry. "We just don’t know."

"I talked to Mallory. A lot."

"More than her Father?"

Your anger spread. With the beat of your heart speeding faster and faster, you felt the adrenaline flow to the tips of your fingers and toes. Though you maintained a perfectly still presence, you wondered how that sentence could anger you so much. If it was to do with the fact that he thought he knew her better than you? Or was it that he made it sound like he talked to her so often, while only talking to you a handful of times a year? 

What was wrong with you so badly that he didn't think of you as worthy?

And then you remembered your Mother. How could you forget? Your father never fucking did.

Jealousy and rage pushed aside to make room for cooler heads, your logic reigned King. This was not the time, or place, for an existential crisis. Not in front of your Father, or the dark gaze you could feel piercing your back, judging every movement and word that spilled from your lips.

"Did you know she had a boyfriend?"

His face stilled. Realization dawning on his face before it was replaced with another emotion. He was about to ask a question before you interrupted. It was petty, and you had swore a promise to Mallory to never tell anything to your Dad. But she was dead, and you wanted to prove a point.

"Did you know she dropped out of school a whole year before she told you she did? Or what about how she crashed the Audi when she was drunk and got a DUI?"

You could see his anger boiling up, not knowing if it was directed at you or her. This was not going the way you thought it would. Not on your second day here anyway.

"I loved her too." You tried to dampen the caustic anger that you and your Father shared. "And all I'm saying is... she was clean." If there was one thing you were sure of it was that. "I just want to help find out what was going on."

You couldn’t tell him why exactly, because that was a promise you were willing to keep. But Mallory had a close call that almost ended her life, scaring her so badly she hadn’t even had the temptation to touch the stuff again. She had been clean for months, this you were sure of.

Your Father stood up, "Whatever happened, I'm working on it." He walked around his desk, coming to grab the folder from your hands. Not with haste or anger, he simply appeared to be done on the subject. "I don't want you involved, your safety is more important."

The folder was thrown on his desk behind him, and he turned back around to face you, straightening the tie on his black suit. "I'm leaving in about half an hour, you want to come in the car with us?"

The change of subject should have been a shock. Though you were reminded that this was your Father’s way of abstaining from anger with his daughter’s when his son's usually got screamed at, or slapped. He was trying not to lose his calm manner, and even offering some form of an olive branch in the form of a ride.

You swallowed. "I kind of feel like driving. Is my car still in the garage?" Another excuse, but you didn't want to ride in the close confined quarters with him as your company.  

"I have the mechanic look at it every couple of months, he assured me it was in pristine condition."

You would have thought that was sweet, doing something nice for you. Though you guessed his ulterior motives lay with the fact that it was your Mother's car before it was yours. Unable or unwilling to sell one of the last things he had of hers, he passed it down to you instead. No one else had wanted it. Not when your Dad was willing to hand out Lamborghini’s and Aston Martin’s as well.

"Thank you." Void of sincerity, though no one would have known it, you stood up and moved towards the doors of the office. One last look in Kylo's direction confirmed his powerful gaze was still trained on you. You quickly looked away, eager to get away from the whole confrontation.

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The Snoke family mausoleum was constructed from dark marble. The very same that littered the inside of the manor. It stood tall and large nestled amongst the others in Saint Catherine cemetery, proud in its construction and flashy exorbitance.

You guessed there was a reason; if not for the fact your Father did everything with an expensive flourish, then because it was an extremely important plot of land for him personally.

Elizabeth Snoke was your Father’s everything. You had never experienced their relationship first hand, though people had said many things about how he was before her death. She was a vision, renowned for her beauty and grace and kindness - which always confused you greatly. You were often compared to her and those were traits you definitely didn’t fucking possess. She softened the anger and ruthless nature of Andrew Snoke, so much so he decided to have children and raise a family with her while still running the family business.

You gathered it was an natural reaction - your Father building a mausoleum to house his late and dearly beloved, room enough for himself and eventually his children to slumber when they passed. You figured Lyon would have been the one to die first, running his mouth to the wrong person the reason for his premature demise. Maybe even your Dad; you didn’t think it would be Mallory.

The sun shined bright overhead, cloudless blue sky providing little shelter from the warmth of the day. Large, black sunglasses on your face, you listened to the Priest prattle on, reciting a verse from the bible about the dead finding peace in heaven. You stood beside your Father, your three brothers flanking either side. All clad in black, the five of you stood in solemn silence, contemplating on the memory of Mallory.

When you showed up in your car, you had expected to see some of her friends she talked about, anyone other than your family. Finn, or Poe paying their respects, maybe Phasma, even if out of respect for your Father. However, your Dad had assured you it was a private matter, just family, he had said.

Fuck, Mallory would have hated this.

But funerals weren’t for the dead, they were for the people they left behind. If this was his way of grieving, then you would allow him the tiny modicum of space and privacy he needed to do so.

You were ready to put your energy elsewhere, however.

The Priest finished his sermon and offered anyone else to speak any words if they wished. Silence stretched, your family stoically standing still. Everyone's eyes cast down at the shiny black lacquered casket housing your sisters body. You were thankful it remained closed.

You didn't know what anyone would have said. You had no expectations for a speech from your Dad. You understood that the men in your family found strength in silence in times of sadness.

If you were a Snoke, you simply just didn’t talk about it.

The Priest waited, sending a look towards your Father, who simply shook his head and cast his eyes down at the casket. He came over, said his condolences to you and your family, before stepping away, giving you a some privacy.

Your concentration drifted, to spy at the army of slick black vehicles your family had come in, Snoke lackeys towing along. They remained scattered around the perimeter at a distance. Making sure to give your family your privacy and provide a protective barrier. Though from this distance you didn't recognize or know the name of any of them, a part from one.  

Kylo leaned against your Dad's Rolls Royce Phantom, cigarette between his fingers, eyes fixed on what was happening. Completely focused on the service and your family.

Hair tousled slightly from the wind, crisp black suit covering his tall, broad figure. It was too far to tell but you felt like he was staring at you. Noticing his blatant presence suddenly made you cautious of your movements.You didn’t like his piercing gaze.

You weren't completely sure what he did around here. He didn't interact with other people that worked for your Dad, not that you had seen, and he was obviously trusted enough to be privy to most private family matters that happened in your his office. He had served to quickly make you feel vulnerable and self conscious; maybe that was Kylo’s purpose?

Though his broad muscles stretched under the perfectly tailored suit begged to differ. He was large enough to cause some damage it seemed, and the scar that ran down the side of his face suggested he had either seen and or done some violent shit.

Regardless, your interest was piqued.

Pathetic service over, the workers that waited were ushered forward, moving Mallory's casket into the crypt. Preparing to place her within her allotment  before beginning the process to seal the door.

"Dinner tonight?" Your Father’s voice pulled you from your thoughts.

"Huh?"

"I said," he stood next to you, hand resting on Roman's shoulder, and he pulled his children into a little circle. "How about dinner tonight? Family back together again... and we can say goodbye to Mallory with a drink."

You said nothing - sitting down at a dinner table with them seemed like a fucking nightmare. Roman nodded his head, Ares agreeing, Lyon looked like he was about to say something until he saw the look on your Dad's face.

Morose, fighting back whatever turmoil of emotion with a clipped smile. Brave face a complete facade. Lyon eventually agreed. Everyone turned to look at you, and you bit back a sigh.

"Sure."

"Great." He pulled away from his children. "I'll see you back home. I’ll get the good Scotch out."

Lyon pulled off with your Dad, leaving the 3 of you alone. Roman sighed, looking once more at the workers sealing off Mallory's casket in the crypt, then turned to you and Ares. "I'm heading back home. See you there?"

You two nodded, and then turned to one another. Ares smiled and put a hand on your back. Your Father was making his way back, Lyon and Roman following behind. Your eyes scanned the perimeter your Andrew’s men had made, slowly walking back to the fleet of vehicles, following your Father like dogs.

"Fuck this." Ares sighed, "I gotta get out of here." You nodded, and turned to walk back with him, back to where everyone was starting to gather around the cars.

"Are you okay?" you asked him. You figured you knew the response but he always did seem the most emotionally available of the family. Even then, it was a rare sight.

"I'll be okay. How about you?"

"I miss her a lot, especially being back home..." you looked forward at the criminal mess that was your family and your family's business. "But she's dead, and I gotta get used to it."

He bitterly laughed in agreement, "In other news, the car's looking good. I forgot that thing was even in the garage."

You followed his gaze to your car, the very last in the line. Your pristinely clean 1974 Datsun 240z, a shiny, polished beast on dark wheels. You had to admit, your Mother had taste, and with a few adjustments - cosmetic and mechanical -  made after your sixteenth birthday it really had become a magnificent sight.

"Thanks. It was tucked in a corner, cover over it and all. But you know what Dad's like with her shit." The few items left to prove her existence; a car, an oil painted portrait hanging in the library, and a few others, were immaculately kept and preserved.

"I sure do." Ares snickered a little. "You gonna come have a drink at home? Dad'll be pulling out the Macallan." He tried to sway you with extremely good whiskey.

"I will soon, I just got a few errands to run first. Then I’ll be home."

"Errands?" he questioned, his brow furrowing. "The fuck kind of errands you got to do now?"

"I have to go the pharmacy and get a few things, and then buy some new clothes since everything I have is back home. I thought it was going to be in and out sort of trip."

"Alright," he accepted the answer, "See you back home then."

The two of you separated, going to your cars. Your jumped in the drivers seat, rolling down the tinted windows to let some of the stagnant heat out. As you pulled a cigarette from your middle console, your eyes found themselves wandering back to your family. Slowly piling in their respective vehicles, your Father's men following suit. About to head back to the manor to get fucked up for the memory of Mallory.

You were glad you parked at the very end, watching their cars pull off, one by one, all towing in the line and heading for the northern exit of the large cemetery, towards home.  

You had lied.

You didn't need to go to the pharmacy, and you had brought enough clothes to last you a week, you just didn't want him privy to your whereabouts. You weren’t sure what he would do with the information.

You remembered your sister's voice, soft and kind, telling you stories of her friends over the video calls you would share on a regular basis. She had talked about Lacy often; a dancer at a club owned by your Dad. They had met while in College and had been close ever since. You had met her once or twice before you moved away, but weren't close with her like Mallory was.

You figured if anyone was going to know anything about Mallory before she passed - she would be a good place to start.

You turned the ignition, engine roaring to life with a deep rumble. Lighting the cigarette that now dangled from your lips, you shifted into first gear and pulled from the curb. Making your way off to the Supremacy.

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Life is Strange 2 (Sean Diaz x Reader)

Chapter 14: Late Night Swim

Chapter 13

*Honk Honk Honk*

I flinched at the sound, my eyes twitching, then I turn over to my left side and began curl up to something warm and solid. I smiled as I snuggled to it closer and felt something wrap around me.

"Sean! (Y/n)!"

I heard voices shout as I slowly come to consciousness.

"Guys! Come on!"

"Sean! (Y/n)!"

My eyes open and look around to see that I had cuddled up to Sean, who had his arms around me and his head was lean against mine. I gasped as I start to sit up then turn to Sean just as I hear a voice shout. "Sean and (y/n), move it, now!"

"Sean! Wake up!" I said as I shake him awake. "Huh? What?" Sean mumbles then he noticed that he had his arms around me. "Oh, uh..." Sean mutters, embarrassed, but I said. "We over slept! We gotta go!"

"Oh, Fuck me...No..." Sean said as we rush to get dressed and run to the truck. Everyone was already aboard, chanting our names. "Sean! (Y/n)! Sean! (Y/n)! Sean! (Y/n)!" We run up and jump on the edge of the truck and sit down. Everyone cheers at us and Sean and I look at each other and laugh as the truck takes off towards the farm. 

After a full day of working, Sean, Daniel, Cassidy, Finn, Jake and I were sitting by Merrill's building, waiting to be called in to tell us about our pay. "Okay...this is boring...so...everybody, tell me how you're gonna blow your next payday!" Cassidy said as she looks around at all of us. "The usual. Save it til the next one." Sean replied. "Yeah, same here." I said. "Well, ain't we all stingy now! How about a keg offering for your family, or....Or some hookers or cocaine?" She asked and I rolled my eyes.

"Oh, please....there's a child here..." Jake said as he gestured over to Daniel. "I think he's heard worse...besides he's our mascot now!" Cassidy said. "I wanna buy a bacon burger and a pepperoni pizza! Then a box of Choc-O-Crisp and...and a red slushie!" Daniel said, excitedly. "Oh hell yes! Screw the hookers, bring on the Choc-O-Crisp!" Finn said and I laugh. "You're speaking my language." I chuckle as Cassidy scoffs at us.

"Come on, guys! You gotta treat yourself after all this hard work." Cassidy said. "Okay, it's silly...but...I really do need another pair of socks. I wash mine overnight, but they're not always dry the next morning..." Sean said. "He's got cold feet!" Finn chuckles. "What about you (y/n)?" Cassidy asked me and I shrug. "I don't know....maybe new clothes...or a toothbrush and toothpaste..." I said and Cassidy looks around at us, disappointed.

"So, that's it, huh? You bust your ass all week for nothing..." She grumbles. "Some of us just got simple needs, princess." Finn said to her. "Yeah, like your beach house in Costa Rica?" She sneered and he just scoffs at her when the door opens and Ingrid and Anders walk out. They give us a smile and thumbs up as they leave.

"Okay, let's get this over with. Finn, Cassidy, Sean, (y/n) and uh...you." Merrill said. "Jake. J-Jacob." Jake corrects him as him, Cassidy and Finn walk in while Sean stands up and helps me to my feet. We start to walk in but Daniel started to follow us. "Daniel...dude...do you have to do this every week?" Sean asked him, annoyed, as he stops him from going in. "Adults only!" 

"Oh, whatever! I work too!" Daniel exclaims. "Yes, we know. But we have to keep a low profile, got it? For the millionth time...just...wait here for a few minutes and do nothing. Nothing." Sean said to Daniel, firmly. "I won't, swear." Daniel said, annoyed. "Okay, we'll be right back." I said and Sean and I walk in the building, Sean shuts the door behind us. "For once you're all on time. Let's see who wins that Farm lotto...Jacob, right?" Merrill said as he looks over at Jake. "I thought you wouldn't last a day, but you cleaned up. You're all right."

"Thank you. Thanks..." Jake said, appreciatevly.

"Cassidy, your trims were pretty weak. And Big Joe told me you been whining a lot." Merrill said and she let's out a sigh. "Bet he did..." she mutters, angrily. "Look, you can bitch all you want as long as you work. Otherwise, you're just taking up space, so get it together." Merrill said to her. "I know, Merrill." She mutters as she looks down.

"Now for Sean and (y/n)." He said as he looks over at us. "Very nice trims. Good work both of you." He said and Sean and I exchange a smile at each other. "Finn. You saved the pots in the greenhouse...and our asses. That's why you keep coming back." Merrill said to him. "You know it, boss. Uh...how about a raise?" Finn asked as he pumps his fist in the air but Merrill frowns at him. "Uh...sorry." Finn said as he calms down.

"Now for the moment you've all been waiting for..." Merrill said and he picks up the wad of cash on the table when we heard Big Joe yell. "Get in here, you little asshole!"

"What the fuck?!" Merrill exclaims as the door behind him opens and Big Joe comes in, dragging Daniel in. "Don't touch me, jerk!" Daniel yells as Sean and I run over to him but Big Joe shoves Sean back. Sean stumbles but I catch him before he fell and helped him back up. 

"Don't move!" Merrill ordered us then he turns to Big Joe. "Now explain!" He yells. "That sneaky fucker! He was snooping around your living room!" Big Joe yelled as he had ahold of Daniel's arm. "No, I wasn't!" Daniel screamed. "I was just bored, so I came in..."

"Shut up, Daniel!" Sean shouted at him then I look over at Merrill. "Let him go!" I plead but Merrill shushed me. "I told you and your boyfriend..." he said, in a warning tone. "Come on, Merrill, he's a kid, not a thief! You wanna frisk him?!" Sean yells at him. "Look at him! He's just following his big brother..." Cassidy defends but Merrill holds his hand out to her before he turns around and brought his hand up to his lips.

Sean and I look at each, terrified, and I grab ahold of his hand as Merrill turns back to face us. "Your brother needs a lesson. You all need a lesson. So first off...no pay day." Merrill said and there was a cry of outrage at that.

"Fuck that...no way!" Cassidy exclaims. 

"Boss...don't do that to us! We earned that money!" Finn pleads. "Sean, you, your girlfriend and your brother are fired!" Merrill said and my jaw drops at this as Cassidy said. "What?!

"And don't come back or Big Joe will take care of your asses." Merrill said. "Please, Merrill...." Sean pleads to him. "Don't do this!" I begged him. "That's bullshit, man!" Cassidy exclaims. "Man, I-I know you're pissed but Sean and (y/n) are good workers! Never brought you any losers, right?" Finn said. "Sir..." I started to say until Merrill slammed his fist down on the table and screamed. "QUIET!!" 

Then everyone goes silent. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up." He said as he walks up to me and Sean. "Sean...(y/n). I warned you...both of you...one too many times. We tried your way, now it's my turn." He said then he turns to Big Joe. "Okay, Joesph. Just teach him a lesson." He said then he walks through the door and shuts the door.

"Let me go!" Daniel screams as Big Joe tosses Daniel down to the ground. "Come on, man!" Sean yells. "Big Joe, what are you gonna do?" Cassidy asked him, pleadingly. "He's just a fucking kid!" I shout at him. "This ain't your business. Think I like it? It's mine." He said then he starts to loom over Daniel, who was beyond terrified.

Suddenly the ash tray on the table starts to move and float. Then it flew threw the air and hits Big Joe on the side of the head. "Ow! What...?!" He exclaims as he groans in pain while the rest of watched in shock. "Okay. Who did that?" Joe asked as he looks at all of us. We looked at each other in fear until Joe yells. "WHO DID THAT?!?!"

"Uh, I did..." Sean said. "Sean, no." I whispered as he let's go of my hand and walks up to Big Joe. "My fault." He said then Joe comes around and punches him in the face.

Later that night, Daniel showed off his power, by making a pinvone float in the air, to Finn, Cassidy and Jake. "Well, that's it...believe it or not....Told you it would sound crazy..." Sean, who now had a fresh black-eye, said to everyone. "Fuck...that's mental." Cassidy said, shocked. "Exactly." I said. "I knew something was up with you guys...." she said as she pats Daniel's shoulder. "Damn. I would be scared shitless." 

"I am. It's all going so fast, I'm....fucking lost sometimes..." Sean replied and I nod. "Same here." I said. "It's okay, guys, I know what I'm doing!" Daniel exclaims to us. "Man...so, Sean...maybe this shit is in your DNA, too....do you have super powers?" Finn asked him. "Nada, zero, nothing. Trust me, I tried..." Sean replied. "Really?" I asked as Daniel asked. "When?"

"Do you...have any idea where it comes from? I mean, it can't be random..." Jake said. "I figured it started in Seattle...maybe...the shock triggered something...Fuck, I don't know!" Sean replied. "But I still don't remember!" Daniel said. "Don't worry about it..." Sean said to him.

"Damn, you're so unique, Daniel." Cassidy said to him. "That's why we need your word that you'll keep all this to yourself. Seriously." I said to them. "Oh this stays right with us. Promise, you can trust us." Cassidy said as she looks over at Finn.

"Jake?" Sean asked. "I don't know, I mean...this is a big deal, Sean. How long can you keep this a secret?" Jake asked him. "As long as we have to. It's all about keeping Daniel safe. That's my job now, man." Sean replied. "What if he has those powers for a reason? Maybe it's our job to help him, too. Guide him..." Jake said. 

"What does he mean?" Daniel asked Sean and I. "Dude, no. Do not make this into some cosmic bullshit. You still can't tell anybody." Sean said to Jake. "Come on. I wouldn't do that to you, Sean. Or Daniel and (y/n). This whole thing just blew my mind...I think I need a break. Is that okay?" Jake asked. "No worries." I said. "Yeah, it's cool." Sean said and Jake sighs with relief. "Not after what you guys went through with these bastards....okay, talk later." Jake said and we waved him goodbye as he begins to leave and head back to the camp.

"He's right. It's fucking bullshit." Cassidy exclaims. "I know." Sean said as I look over at Finn. "Finn, do you swear? We mean it." I said and Finn looks up at me and smirks. "No worries, sweetheart. I'd never let anything happen to that little guy. He's a true rebel." He replied. "Thanks, man." Sean said as I smile at him. "For real." I said and we start to head to the camp.

"Uh...hold up!" Finn said and we stopped and turned to face him. "You know...there's a lot of money around here." He said and Cassidy rolls her eyes. "Oh no. What the fuck are you talking about?" She asked him. "Merrill's safe. It's like a fucking ATM. I've seen it." Finn replied. "Me too! I'm the back of the room!" Daniel said, smiling.

"How you outlaws going to get the combination?" Cassidy asked them. Then Finn looks over at Daniel. "Me?" He asked as he looks around. "No fucking way, Finn. Don't pull a kid into your stupid shit." Cassidy yells. "Getting a shitload of cash isn't stupid. We can get out of here!" Finn said. "So you can be a beach bum? You're so selfish, man." She argues.

"How? Sean, (y/n) and Daniel are out of work! They deserve this!" Finn said to her. "And ripping Merrill off is the only way to do that? Really? And with a fucking kid? You know these assholes are armed, right?" Shd asked as she shoves him. "I guess...I didn't think about that..." Finn said then he looks down in defeat. "Yeah...no shit." She said as she backs away from him. 

"Don't lecture me. I was just....having a brain fart. Let's have a beer and forget about it. Cool?" Finn said as he looks us over. "Deal. Not like I would let you use Daniel anyway." Sean said as Finn walks past us. "No more of this crap, okay?" Cassidy said to him. Finn nods slightly then walks away.

"He just needs his ass kicked once in a while." She said as she turns to us. "I think you did. I can tell he was sorry..." I said. "For him...yeah. Damn...I'm gonna drink the crap out of this party. So should you two." She said as she looks between Sean and I. "Plus, since it's your last night, time for your tattoo..." she said as she smiles and nods at us before she leaves.

"What? Are you guys getting a tattoo?" Daniel asked us. "Dude! I want one!" He said and we shake our head at him. "No you don't, hipster." I said as I pat his shoulder. "Besides we have other things we gotta do..." Sean said. "Okay, I know I shouldn't have gone in there...don't yell." Daniel said to us. 

"Now there's three more people who know about your power..." Sean said to him. "Don't worry, we can trust them...they said they won't tell." Daniel said. "We know, munchkin. But what if anyone gets scared and calls the cops?" I asked him. "Exactly! You don't know what can happen!" Sean said. "Yeah...maybe. We'll just have to be careful, then!" Daniel said and Sean and I sigh at this. "At least we won't have to worry about any of this once we're in Puerto Lobos." Sean said. "Who cares about Puerto Lobos..." Daniel mutters. "We'll talk later." Sean said and Daniel starts to head towards the camp.

Sean sighs as he runs his hand over his face and I shake my head. "Well...that could've gone better." I said. "Yeah...now we're out of the job..." he mutters. "Yeah that sucks." I said then I give him a concern look. "What are we gonna do, Sean?" I asked. "I'm not sure...I'll...I'll figure something out." He replied and I sigh a bit at this. "Well...I'm gonna...go to the lake..." I said. "You sure?" He asked me. "Yeah, I need to be alone for a few minutes. You can go enjoy the party, I just wanna relax for a bit." I said. "Well...how about I go talk to Cassidy and Finn then I'll come meet up with you at the lake later?" He asked and I smirk. "Sure, no rush." I said then I lean up and kiss his cheek. "See you later." I whispered and then I head to the lake.

As I get up to the beach line, I stand there and look out at the water, the moonlight reflecting off the surface. I sighed as I run my hands over my face. What the hell are we gonna do? I thought to myself. We don't have a job....we don't have a place to live....we don't have enough money to get to Mexico...fuck! I thought as I walk along the shoreline. Then I pick up a rock and start to skip it across the lake. I don't know...maybe, I should go and enjoy the party as much as I can but...my heart is just not in it. It's probably better that I stay away, so I don't bum people out while they're trying to have fun. 

I look out towards the lake then lean down to feel the water. "Oh fuck! That's cold!" I exclaimed. I look out towards the water, and a part of me really wanted to go out and swim. I sigh then said. "Screw it." And I start to remove my clothes and set them on a rock. I wasn't completely naked, I still had on my underwear and bra. I went and un-braided my hair, placed the ponytail holder around my other wrist, and I start to run out into the water. I squealed from the cold but once I swam around for a few moments, I started to get warm.

I sighed and dived down into the water for a few moments before I resurfaced and pushed back my wet hair from my face. Then I heard a laugh and I look over to see Sean walking towards the shoreline. "Hey, nice of ya to join! Come on in!" I yelled and he kneeled down and touched the water. "Whoa, fuck this! It's freezing!" He exclaims and I chuckle. "At first, yes....but once you swim for a bit, you'll get warm." I said and he looks over to see my clothes on a nearby rock.

"Are you...naked?" He asked me, obviously embarrased. I chuckle at this. "Why do you ask? You gonna try and sneak a peek, perv?" I asked in a teasing tone. "Uh...N-No...I..Uh..." he stammers and I laugh. "Calm down, wolf boy, I'm just teasing ya. I'm not completely naked. I've still got a bra and underwear on." I replied and he let's out a sigh. "Okay, here I come." He said and he starts to remove his pants, shoes, socks, shirt and his hoodie. 

"There you go! Bring it on home!" I called out to him and he starts to walk out to the water in his boxers. "Shit, shit, shit...my balls." He exclaims as he gets into the cold water and I chuckle then a thought ran through my mind. I give Sean a sly smirk as I get ready to initiate my plan and obviously he could tell I was planning something.

"(Y/n), do not even..." he said as he holds his hands out but too late. I splashed a couple waves of water at him. "Ah...oh, you are so..." he started to say as he tries to get close to me. "Adorable? I know." I teased and I splashed some more water at him then he starts to splash some my way.

We started acting like little kids as we just splashed each other until he dives down into the water. "No fair!" I exclaimed as I try to look around for him. That is until I felt someone tickling my sides and I jump and squeal as I turn around to see Sean had resurfaced and was the culprit of tickling me. "Got ya." He said. "Yeah, yeah...whatever..." I said as I rolled my eyes at him and push a small waved of water towards him.

"So, what are we gonna do about Finn and his plan?" I asked him. "It's a really stupid idea. Way too dangerous. Especially for Daniel." He replied. "I know. Finn acts like this is no big deal, but...this feels bad. I mean, Merrill is a dick but...I don't want you or Daniel to get into anymore trouble." I said. "Yeah, tell that to Daniel. He's gonna be pissed." Sean mutters. "Well, we're just gonna have a talk with him later. And Finn...well...he seems like the kinda guy that acts like he's doing it for everyone but really it's for himself." I said.

"I just hate that I crushed his dream." Sean replied as he looks away for a moment. I placed my finger and thumb under his chin and turned his head towards me. "He'll be mad for awhile, I'm sure. But he will get over it, okay? So don't worry your pretty head over it." I said then I lift up and push back the bangs that was covering his face and smiled, warmly, at him.

"Can I say something...crazy?" I asked him and he nods. "Um...okay...so..uh..." I started to say and then I clear my throat. "So, I've been having these feelings....and these feelings have been around for a few weeks and...I didn't know how to describe it. But now...I think I can....so I'm just gonna come out and say it." I said and I take a deep breath then said. "I like you, Sean. Like alot. And if you don't feel the same way then that's cool. You can just ignore what..."

"I like you too, (y/n)." He said and I look up at him, the smile growing bigger on my face. "Aww, Sean, that's sweet. I'm flattered. Or do you bust out this line whenever you go swimming in your underwear?" I said and he chuckles. "First time. Swear." He replied and I smiled. "You sure?" I asked him and I start to place my hands on his shoulders and he starts to place his hands on my waist. "I'm not that much of a player. As you can tell..." He said. "I don't know. We're both only one clothing item away from being totally naked." I said. "Hey, that's your fault...not that I mind..." he said and I giggle as he smirks a bit.

"Do you...wanna...kiss me?" I asked him.

"Yes, I do. If that's cool." He said as he starts to pull me closer to him and I wrap my arms around his neck. "Yes, it is." I said and we lean towards each other until our lips touched and we began to kiss. Finally! I thought as we continue to kiss for a few more moments, our lips molding together, until we break the kiss. We look up at each other and smiled. "Let's get outta here..." I said and he nods in agreement and we start to walk out of the water and towards our clothes. We put on our clothes and make our way back to the camp, hand in hand.

Music was blaring and people were talking and drinking as we passed by them and head towards our tent. "Did you get that tattoo?" I asked him. "Nah...didn't really want one." He replied and I chuckle as we come up to our tent. I go and zip it open to see that it was empty. I stand up and turn to Sean and said. "I know this is our tent but...I still wanted to ask...do you wanna come in? With me? Just the two of us? I mean, you don't have to..." 

"Yeah...I do." He replied and I smiled as I crawl into the tent first then he follows. I zip up the flap of the tent and sit down as I look over at Sean, who looks alittle nervous. "You okay?" I asked him. "Um, totally..uh...I'm just nervous..." he said. "Yeah...me too." I said and he looks up at me in shock. "Hey, listen...I think you should know that I'm...uh..." he stammers and I smile and take one of his hands into mine. "It's okay, Sean. Don't worry about it." I said.

"Have you ever...?" He started to ask and I nod. "Once. A few years ago. And yet I'm just as nervous now as I was back then." I replied. "But we don't have to if you don't want to. I'm not gonna pressure you." 

He smiles, softly, at me then leans towards me and kisses me again. I kiss him back and I began to crawl on top of him as he starts to lay on his back. My legs ended up on either side of him, basically straddling him, as we continue to kiss. Then he pulls back from the kiss.

"I want to." He whispers then I felt his hands start to slide under my shirt and I smirk and help pull my shirt and bra off. Once I was topless, I blushed as I saw Sean give me this look like I was the most beautiful thing he's ever seen. I lean towards him again and we kissed some more as he wraps his arms around me. His tongue brushed up against my bottom lip, begging for entrance, and I smirk as I open my mouth a bit, giving him permission to explore my mouth.

My hands started to tug at his hoodie, and he smirks, pulls back from the kiss then pulls off his hoodie and shirt. We smile at each other as I placed my hands on his bare chest while he placed one hand on my hip and the other hand was placed behind my neck then he pulls me in for another kiss. Then he slowly starts to fall on his back, me still on top, and we began to discard the rest of our clothes.

And in this moment, no other thoughts ran through our heads. No worries, no stress, no responsibilities. Just us. Me and him as we do our best to make the other feel good, in the most pleasurable way, and satisfied.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked him, my voice alittle hoarse, a few minutes later. We were completely naked, cuddled up to each other, as I started tracing little circles on his bare chest and his left arm around me. He looked alittle upset and I began to worry, after all this was his first time and I wondered was I good enough for him? Was he disappointed? Did he hate it?

"Nothing, I just...never mind." He muttered and I look up at him. "Sean, talk to me." I said, softly. "Sorry, I uh...Sorry it sucked." He said and I just give a small smile. Here I was worried that it was me, turned out he was worried that he was the one that's bad. "And here I thought it was me." I said as I prop up my elbow and lean my head on top of my hand.

"No, no...you were great! I just..." he stammers and I chuckle. "Sean, this was your first time...and in all honesty you were not as bad as you think. You were actually really good." I said. "That's sweet. But you don't have to be like that." He said then I lean towards him and kiss him. "I mean it, Sean. And if you're that worried, we'll have plenty of time to practice." I said and his eyes widen a bit. "R-really?" He asked, shocked, and I giggle a bit. "Well...yeah...u-unless...y-you don't w-want to..." I stammer. "No, I don't...I wouldn't mind doing it again...with you." He said and I smiled then lean in and kissed him.

"Come on, let's go get some fresh air." I said to him and he gives me a slight nod before he leans in and kisses me again.

After getting dressed, and braiding my hair again, we walk out of the tent as Sean starts to take my hand in his. "Hey, what's happening?" Hannah asked as she walks over to us, making Sean and I jump. Sean and I glance at each other as both of our faces turns red at this then realization hits Hannah. "Wait--did you guys just have sex?!" She asked and I bite my lips but I couldn't hold back the smile I had on my face. I look over ar Sean and see he had an embarrassed smile on his face.

"Wow, bout time you two." She said and Sean and I chuckle. "Uh...thanks?" Sean said, embarrassed, and I couldn't help but chuckle. "Anyway, have you guys seen Finn? He was with Daniel but now I can't find him." She said and our eyes widen at this. "We didn't see anybody out there...but..." I said as Sean and I share the same terrified look. "We better go now. Figures Daniel's with him...." Sean grumbles and he starts to walk past Hannah, I follow closely behind. "Just tell Finn I wanna talk. Thanks much. Later." Hannah called out to us as I run over to Sean.

"Sean, wait! Hold up!" I said as I run up to him. "Why? We have to stop them!" He said as he turns to me, obviously angry. "I know, but we need to figure out a plan first!" I said. "We don't have time for that shit!" He exclaims. "Well we have to get to Merrill's before them." I said to him, calmly, and he sighs. "You're right...maybe we can borrow one of Big Joe's trucks." He said. "Sounds better than nothing, c'mon!" I said and I grab his hand and we take off.

[margoshansons]

Wait for Me: b. blake

Bellamy Blake x Reader

Summary: Y/N finds out about Raven and Abby’s plan to head to the ground. She decides to tag along.

Warnings: Swearing

Notes: set during 1x02 “Earth Skills” and 1x04 “Murphy’s Law”

She had been tracking Raven’s recent schedule since the mechanic had called out Abby Griffin for lying to them about the lock-up quarantine. Y/N already knew that the 100 had been sent to Earth, Octavia had been one of them. 

So when Raven disappeared into a long-forgotten wing of Mecha, naturally she followed, listening on the conversation that ensued.

“I believe you,” Abby’s voice rang through the abandoned section, calming whatever fears Raven had voiced. “And you’re not in trouble.”

Y/N creased her eyebrows at the sound of that. What would she be in trouble for? Had they found out about her illegal spacewalk? Finn’s sacrifice? She was so wrapped up in her thoughts she missed the next few lines of conversation until Abby’s voice turned grim.

“The Ark is dying Raven, life support is on its last legs.”

Y/N swallowed her nerves, breathing growing shallow. She thought she could feel the oxygen deprivation working its way through her body. 

“I have ten days to prove Earth is survivable or else they’ll start reducing the population. Three-hundred-and-twenty people will be killed.”

Silence coated the room as she crept forward, not believing what she was hearing. Three hundred people killed. Innocents. Her people. Raven’s people. His people. 

She had to do something. She had to warn him somehow. 

“I don’t get it” She heard Raven protest. “Why are you telling me this?”

There was a pause as the swirling sound of cloth falling to the ground echoed through the sector hallways. Y/N forced herself to creep around the corner, her gaze falling on a hunk of junk in the corner, the escape pod barely functional and falling apart at the seams. 

Abby faced the mechanic, “You have nine days to get this ready so I can survive a drop.”

Raven scanned the pod, fully aware of the insanity unraveling before her. 

“You want me to get a one hundred and thirty-year-old escape pod ready to survive a drop in nine days?” The mechanic asked drawing an eyebrow upward in skepticism as she truly began to comprehend the desperation of the situation.

“Can you do it?” Abby asked.

Raven nodded, “But I’m coming with you.”

“So am I” Y/N piped up from behind her corner, catching both women by surprise. “I know about Earth Dr. Griffin.” She announced, trying to defend her logic. She sent a hopeful look toward the pod, her last hope to see the man she loved on the ground.

“No” Abby protested, “Absolutely not.”

Y/N scoffed. “How do you expect to get parts? Trading with Nygel?” She knew her answer was right when she saw the Doctor’s face fall. “I’m the only engineer with access to the machine shop after hours, which means I can get all the parts you need, free of deals with the devil.”

Abby shook her head, “Why do you even want to do this?”

She straightened her back, crossing her arms as a familiar head of curls and freckles popped into her head. “You’re not the only ones with people you love on the ground.”

“She’s right Abby” Raven defended, “Without her, we have no safe way to trade parts.”

She shot a grateful look at the mechanic before turning back to Abby, who reluctantly agreed to let her join the mission. 

She smiled at the thought of seeing him again.

Finally, Bellamy Blake would hold her in his arms again.

***

Three more days, she counted. That’s how long she had to wait to see Bellamy again. Three more days and she would be free of this hunk of metal and hurtling back toward the ground, ready to jump into his embrace once again. She could almost taste his lips on hers.

The door slid open, and Abby had presented them with a death sentence. 

“How soon can you two get this thing ready to launch?”

Raven wrenched another bolt back into place, “Still scraping up parts for a pressure regulator.” The mechanic threw a pointed look Y/N’s way, who drew herself out of the inside of the pod to defend herself. 

“I’m on it.” She assured the doctor, “Wick’s just being an ass.”

“Yeah well, when isn’t he?” Raven retorted before turning back to Abby, “Why? What’s changed?”

“Clarke’s wristband went out,” Abby told them, the sound of metal against metal ceasing at the news, Y/N poking her head out to catch the dire expression on her face. If Clarke took hers off... “Doesn’t matter,” Abby told them, “I can get that part, today.”

“Abby wait--”

The woman disregarded Y/N’s protests as she stormed out of the station, leaving the two mechanics alone to stare at each other.

The next few minutes passed by agonizingly slowly and Y/N found herself trying to recall the last time she had seen Bellamy. It had been right before the dropship launched, the conversation playing over in her head.

Bellamy stormed into her apartment, wrapping himself in her arms as he dug his head into the crook of her shoulder. “I have to do something awful, and I don’t know if I can do it.”

“So don’t”

“But if I don’t, I won’t be able to protect Octavia.” He squeezed her tighter, and Y/N ran the choices in her head. She hadn’t been able to save her mother, and she hadn’t been able to stop the guard from taking Octavia. But maybe she could help Bellamy save his sister. 

“Do it.” She urged him, pulling back, unaware of how badly things would turn out, “If it can save Octavia, then do it.”

He nodded, bringing her closer to his body as he pressed a kiss into her hair. “I love you.” He had whispered, and she had been so blissfully unaware of how much that meant at the time.

“I love you too.” She snuggled closer to him, the two standing there for several minutes, neither one of them wanting to let go.

When Abby came back, the magical part was there in her hands. 

“How did you--”

“Doesn’t matter” Abby cut of Y/N as she turned to Raven, “How fast can you install this?”

Raven shrugged, “A few hours maybe.”

Abby grit her teeth, a fearful expression crossing her face. “We may not have that kind of time.”

Y/N stepped forward, more determined than ever to launch. “We’ll get it installed Abby, I promise.”

The doctor nodded and the two women got to work, time passing by quicker than they expected. The ping of her tablet pulled the two women out of their work, Jackson’s frantic voice informing them of their circumstances. 

“Abby, did you take morphine from the clinic?”

Dr. Griffin’s eyes widened in confusion, “They inventoried already?”

Jackson shook his head, “No, Kane was just here,” The three women stared at each other, apprehensive looks built into their faces at the news, “He’s on his way to arrest all three of you right now.”

Raven and Abby couldn’t stop staring at the air, and realization finally passed over Y/N’s face. 

How Abby had gotten the pressure regulator so quickly.

“You gave Nygel morphine.” She announced, an angry look crawling across Abby’s face.

“She turned me in,” Abby shut off the tablet, her knuckles growing white as she gripped the broken dashboard before turning to Raven, “How much longer?”

“Twenty minutes.”

Abby slammed her hand against the metal, pushing away to go meet Kane, “They’re gonna be here in five.” She turned toward the both of them, “No matter what happens you launch that pod you hear me? You get the ground, find Clarke and radio back. Three hundred innocent people will die if you don’t.”

Y/N nodded, finally understanding the brevity of the situation. This wasn’t just about Clarke anymore. This wasn't about Finn or Bellamy anymore. This was about saving three hundred innocent people. 

“Abby, they’ll float you,” Raven spoke softly, head shaking in fear.

The doctor stared off into space, resigning herself to her fate, “Then they float me, tell Clarke I love her.”

The two women nodded and went back to work, cutting their time in half as Ravne barked orders while she worked on the pressure regulator, ready to launch at any moment. The part squealed and steamed and Raven muttered a desperate plea, “Come on, Come on,” The part only quieted when she turned the dial backward, hitting her hand against the leather seats, “Dammit!”

Y/N stared hopelessly at the broken pressure regulator, gritting her teeth, “She gave us a bad part.” She spoke as anger laced her voice, meeting Raven’s gaze, searching for another solution. 

They latched their eyes onto the two spacesuits Abby had procured for them. Before either of them knew what was happening, they settled into the worn seats, pressing several buttons as the two overlapped hands to push the ignition forward, sending the pod hurtling toward Earth.

I’ve had this plot bunny running around in my head for a while now, so maybe there will be a part two. Who knows?

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[achliegh]

Grounded

Okay SO I really like Leo, I resonate with him as a character and his personality is like mine yet he is actually a good person. I don’t really know how to write happy, lovey-Dovey shit it makes me very uncomfortable and I just can’t. SO imma make this boy suffer but its just me projecting okay. Sorry Leo I Love you. Please read at your own risk, this is not an easy angst and can trigger people. Most of this is me venting through my own struggles in life and how I have handled them.

CW/TW: Food, Past Abusive relationship, Anxiety, Depression, Panic Attack, past age difference relationship (Illegal)

Characters belong to @lumosinlove

Besides Luka, I made him up, don’t care for him tho

Coming off the ice with everyone was unusual to say the least, every normal day Leo would stay and practice with Kasey and their goalie coach. The Goalie Coach was sick and so was all their family. So today Leo and Kasey got off early and were able to shower and mess around with the other guys. Leo was so excited to drive home with his boys, he couldn’t stop smiling.

After a cool down, a shower and a few towel snaps to his ass from a rambuncis Kuny and James, they were walking out of the locker room to the players lounge. A “ding” came from Leo's phone and he went to look but stopped dead in his tracks when he saw coach Arthur talking to someone who looked very familiar. They were laughing at something Coach said, his boys looked back to him and Logan raised an eyebrow as Finn followed Leo's gaze.

“Shit” Leo went to move his hands to grab his hair but forgot his phone was in his hand and dropped it. His phone landed loudly on the floor making everyone look at him, but the only person he saw was Luka. Luka was Leo’s Ex-Boyfriend, they started dating when Leo was only 15 and Luka was 19, he used Leo as a toy! He made him do things he didn’t want to and act in a way that was cruel and he hurt him, in more ways than one. And… Leo thought he loved him. Looking back on everything he realized that this wasn’t a healthy relationship but it was his first real relationship.

“Leo?” Luka was staring at him surprised for a moment then an evil smirk started to slowly spread across his face. He was stupidly gorgeous and that was how he tricked people into relationships. His sharp brown eyes, his light hair practically white from bleach with his dark eyebrows, his giant muscular arms covered in tattoos and one of those just happen to be a Leo constellation. Leo was gonna be sick.

He could feel himself holding his breath practically waiting for something to cause him to crash. He knew his eyes were panicked so he decided to go complete goalie, no emotion, just nothing. He picked up his phone dusting it off and looked at his boys. Logan was concerned and Finn was just outright confused.

“You two know each other?” Finn asked when Leo finally met his eye, he had never mentioned anything about this guy or shown them pictures like he did with all his other friends back home. Yeah there were very few friends back home but maybe he only had a few friends! Finn never thought that Leo would have hid a whole person from them. Finn looked back at this man and saw this smirk, it was almost seductive and he was looking Leo up and down as if he was this guy's next meal. Then it clicked, this had to be an ex or maybe a one night stand, they knew Leo had the most sexual experience so it was plausible. But why Hide him?

Logan stepped towards Leo not having noticed Luka at all and put a hand on his forearm. Leo full on flinched away and so did Logan. Logan had seen Leo have panic attacks and knew when he needed contact and when he needed to be alone based on his mental state. Looking into his boyfriend's eyes, he needed to be alone. He turned and looked at Finn who was analysing the new guy so he grabbed Leo's hand slowly and started leading him out the door and towards the car. This caught Finn's attention and he followed them as they all silently got into the car.

Leo had completely shut down; he couldn’t think, speak, breath, or really do anything without feeling like he was 15 again. He shut everything out and put in his airpods turning his music up as loud as he could so no one could ask him questions. He gripped his sweatpants through his pockets where he stuffed his hands to keep from fidgeting and closed his eyes.

Finn reached for Logan's hand and squeezed it looking back at their boyfriend and then back at him. “I think that guy and Leo have a past.”

“From Leo's reaction I can guess that it wasn’t a good past.”

“Should we try to talk to him about this or should we wait until he talks to us?” Finn started the car and started driving back to the apartment but the only thing on his mind were the millions of questions slamming around. “What did you think about that guy?” he pulled into the parking garage and was looking for a spot.

“I wasn’t really paying attention to him. I was trying to figure out how I should approach Leo in a way that wouldn’t send him spiraling.” he sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose as Finn pulls into a parking spot. Leo was out the door so fast and he took the stairs up to the apartment instead of the elevator. The two left in the vehicle looked at each other for a second then both got out and ran after their boy. When they finally got to the apartment the door was still open and they could hear reaching sounds from the hallway bathroom.

Panicked Finn closed the door after them and grabbed a water bottle from the kitchen as Logan ran into the bathroom. Logan knelt next to Leo who had his arms crossed over the seat of the toilet with his forehead resting on his forearms. He was shaking in small tremors as everything, all the memories all the hurt came flooding back to him at once. Logan tried to set a comforting hand on his back.

Leo scrambled away wiping his mouth fitting his giant body into the small space between the toilet and the bathtub, curling in on himself raising his hands to block his face. “Don’t touch me! Don’t hurt me!” he started sobbing covering his face with his hands as Logan and Finn watched with their hearts hurting.

Both of them were wondering what happened to Leo to cause this. This level of fear wasn’t caused by a bad break up or a terrible one night stand. This was intense and made both of them sick with sadness. After about an hour Leo finally started calming down and the boys never left his side but also gave him space.

“Leo, baby it's Finn.” He came further into the bathroom from where he was standing in the doorway. He took the cap off the water bottle and was holding it out to Leo not wanting to trigger Leo again. Leo looked out from behind his hands at him and his heart broke with Leo's wide scared eyes being the brightest blue he’d ever seen, even with a puffy face and red rimmed eyes Leo still tugged at Finn's heart in a good way. It almost made him feel guilty because Leo was struggling right now. “ Can you drink some of this for me please?” He held the water a little closer to him and Leo took it, shakily, he took a chug big enough to empty half the bottle.

Just from that one drink Leo started to feel queasy all over again, still breathing hard but slowly coming back to himself, he needed to hear and feel his boys to ground him. He reached for Finn, dropping the water bottle and having it spill on the ground as he pulled himself out of his small space and into Finn's arms, gripping him like a lifesaver in the middle of the ocean. “Please say something, anything, I don’t care” He looked up to logan from over finns shoulder and reached for him as well.

“Why don’t we go get changed and get into bed mon coeur?” Logan grabbed his hand and was looking right into Leo’s soul, he felt himself nod because he was going to start crying again because of how much love he was slowly remembering he had. They stood him up slowly, he didn’t realize it but they must have flushed the toilet during his panic because he only saw clean now. They took him out of his clothes and laid him in bed in just his underwear, as requested, Skin on skin was needed right now. They crawled into bed, Leo rested his head on Finn's shoulder intertwining their hands as Logan laid his head on his chest. “We love you mon soleil” Logan would whisper to him over and over.

“We love you forever” Finn would run his thumb over Leo's hand and whisper into his hair.

Leo decided that these two lovely boys needed to know what happened and Leo needed to let them know for their own safety. He had been talking to Heather about this stuff for the year he was with the lions but it never felt like enough. He knew the boys had noticed his odd behavior, jumping when the phone rang or a door slammed too hard, anyone raising their voice around him (especially those two), and always apologizing as soon as one of them looked slightly annoyed.

“His name was Luka, the guy Arthur was talking to. He’s my Ex and…” he trailed off his hand that was tracing patterns on Logans back stilling as he swallowed the lump in his throat. “He has done a lot of bad things to me, I mean we started dating when he was 19, he is four years older than me. So, I felt like I needed to do everything he said I mean I was just a kid! I lost my virginity to him! I would do anything he told me to, whether it was something I was comfortable with or not. He.. he would threaten or hit me if I didn’t do what he said. I learned to do everything he said and momma was so scared for me but I was an idiot and believed I could handle myself. She never saw the bruises but she knew something was happening. I-I couldn’t take it anymore and I ran away from him one night and he said he would always know where I am and whose in my life and I never wanted anyone to feel trapped with me so that was the other reason why I never watched to get attached to anyone at all when I got drafted even though it was a year after I left him. Seeing him today-” everything came spilling out like he couldn’t stop and he was crying again with sobs wracking his body as his boys clung to him in a desperate plea to prove he was safe.

“Leo, we will always be there for you no matter what. We will protect you.” Logan was talking in a slow soothing voice as he wiped away his tears and kissed his forehead. “Nothing changes the way we love you” Finn was squeezing his hand and had tears pricking his own eyes as everything Leo spilled to them was just setting into his mind. HIS Leo was treated that way by a man the same age as he is. Finn couldn’t imagine treating anyone like that.

“We don’t make you feel trapped, do we? I mean we are the same age as him, but I want you to know that I could never hurt you like that Leo, I can’t even think about something like that happening to you.” A few tears fall as he wraps his free arm around both his boys holding tightly.

"I'm so happy you told us Peanut" Logan saw the tiniest smile at the pet name. "I won't ever let him touch you again! If we ever make you feel like that in any way please tell us"

“You could never make me feel that, I feel the safest I have in a long time with you two. You keep me grounded.”

[retro-rezz-the-est]

Opposites Attract pt. 1 (Balor/Reader)

Summary: Reader is Balor’s complete opposite, and yet he finds himself drawn to her gentle and angelic behavior. He takes her back to his kingdom one night and discovers that she’s not as innocent as she claims to be.

(A/N: Happy Valentine’s Day to you all! I hope you all have found love on this day in any form it may be in. And if not, I hope that this will bring some into your life ^^. There will be a second part to this and yes, it will include smut XD)

(Y/n): your name

Bolded text is Balor speaking.

Finn could feel Balor’s jealousy begin to flow through his veins as he watched Drew approach your table, Dolph flanking his left side. You were absorbed in your conversation with Natalya and Alicia before the Scottish man’s large hand slammed down harshly onto the table, startling the three of you and drawing your eyes to his own lingering ones.

“Hello, (Y/n),” he breathed, his gaze raking down chest in your sleeveless RAW tee. Finn could see how uncomfortable you where, noting how your arms gave way to slight shakes and how you began to scratch at your palm.

“H-Heya, Drew,” you said as you moved your chair back slightly. His dominating aura was not what you expected to encounter that Monday, especially so early in the afternoon. Glancing at the two women next to you, you could see their eyes narrow and twitch in the direction of the Scotsman and his blonde friend. For once, you thanked them for how protective of you they were.

You gave him a meek wave and brushed some hair in front of your face to hide yourself from his stare, but he wouldn’t budge. Instead, he pulled up his own chair, spinning it around and throwing himself down onto it without breaking eye contact. Alicia’s grip on your thigh tightened as a sly grin made its way onto his face, and you could feel the tension between your two girls and him grow immensely.

Drew’s breath reeked of stale beer, and you wondered about how far you could lean back before the chair you sat in gave out and you fell on your ass. He leaned forward and raised his eyebrows at the three of you, making a show out of glancing at your disgusted faces.

He turned his attention to you and asked, “Say, (Y/n), why don’t you an’ I get th’ hell outta here with me an’ Dolph over here and go have some real fun? Just th’ three of us.”

He tried to make a move towards you but you moved away, attempting to hide yourself inside your shirt. The two men gave a roar of laughter at your meekness and sighed, your hold on Alicia’s wrist slipping.

At last, her anger burst through the folds. “Listen here, you drunk motherfu-”

“I think that’s enough outta you, McIntyre.”

The five of you went silent as a hand fell onto the Scot’s shoulder and turned him around. There stood an angry Finn, eyebrows furrowed with rage and veins almost bursting out of his biceps. His aura spread across the entire room, rendering everyone else to their metaphorical knees.

Dolph, being the brave but stupid foot soldier that he is, felt the need to step up to the angry Irishman and poke his finger into his chest. “Oh yeah? What are you, of all people, gonna do about it?”

Lashing his own hand out, he pulled the blonde’s arm away from him and gripped his wrist tight. The twist he gave his arm made him scream out in pain, his face being slammed into the table. The shock made you, Alicia, and Nattie jump out of fear and surprise.

“That’s what I’m gonna do about it,” he uttered in a cold voice. “Now, get him and yourself outta here before I do some real damage.”

He released Ziggler’s arm and stepped back, allowing him to stand back up and lead Drew out of catering before throwing a nasty look his way. As soon as the duo was gone, he pivoted and overlooked the three of you. “Are you all alright?”

“Yeah, we’re fine,” Nattie answered, taking a hold of one of your shaking hands. “Thanks for coming when you did. I don’t know what I would’ve done if you weren’t here.”

Alicia pouted, crossing her arms and huffing. “I know what I would have done. I would have punched him and Dolph in their smug faces.”

“Oh, you would so do that,” Nattie teased, getting up and brushing off her legs. The two of them said their goodbyes to both you and Finn and kissed your forehead, waving as they headed to their locker rooms to change. It felt like hours had gone by when they left until he cleared his throat, garnering your attention.

“Are you okay, (Y/n)? They didn’t hurt ya in any way, did they?”

You were quick to shoot down his second question, shaking your head rapidly as your hair swished in front of your face. “No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

He continued to stand there for a few moments until he said, “I could walk ya to your locker room, if ya want.”

You could see him scratch at the nape of his neck and blush like a teenager, and that made you do the same. Getting up, you pushed in your chair and shuffled to the door, glancing behind you and giving him the signal to follow you. The two of you exited the room and you cradled your elbow in your free hand as he followed closely behind.

As the two of you made your way to the door with your name marked onto it, you stopped and felt his presence radiating from behind you. You turned and looked up at him, your eyes soft and gentle.

“Thanks again for walking me here, Finn,” you whispered, reaching up and and twirling a strand of your hair around your finger. The coloring in your cheeks didn’t seem to want to cease, and you were desperate for an exit.

He brushed a hand over his face, replying, “Don’t mention it, (Y/n). Just didn’t want anyone else coming onto ya like Drew did.”

Ask her out, you fool.

“Shut it before I lock you out again.”

You peered up at him, asking, “Where you talking to me?”

He chuckled nervously, running a hand through his beard again as he commented, “Not at all, darling. I’m just gonna head back and watch the rest of the show. I’ll see ya around (Y/n).”

And with that, he spun around and began walking back to catering, leaving you stunned.

He… he called me “darling”…

He waited for you near the curtain as you walked up the ramp after your win against Sarah Logan. You could feel the adrenaline running through your veins when you passed the curtain, but as soon as you saw him, it all ran ice cold. The feeling of him brushing against your arm sent goosebumps flying across the flesh.

“(Y/n)! I was hoping to catch you here.”

You couldn’t stop the stutter in your voice as you spoke. “Y’Yeah, Finn. What’d you n-need?”

“I wanted to ask you… uh….” The words just wouldn’t come out of his mouth, even though he had practiced them right after he had left you at your locker room. “I wanted to… to know if you-”

Oh for fuck’s sake, you poor, stuttering fool. Move aside.

The shudder that zapped into his body didn’t go unnoticed by you, and you saw the blacks of his pupils absorb the blues and whites of his eyes, leaving behind inky pools of dark. His back straightened and he straightened the “Balor Club Worldwide” tee that he was wearing.

Carding his fingers together, he said, “I wanted to know if you were free this weekend. I wanted to take you out to eat. Will you join me?”

Something took over your body and through his bluntness, you nodded and he smirked.

“That’s great, (Y/n). I’ll meet you at your place. Text me the address, will you?”

He walked away directly after, leaving you stunned for the second time in a row that night, and then reality walked into your mind and hit you with a sack of bricks.

“I have a fucking date with… holy shit!” you exclaimed, rushing as fast as you could back to your locker room to grab your things and head out for the night.

The following Saturday, you paced anxiously in front of your apartment door as you waited for him to arrive, running your hands through your hair another time. Trying to heed your friends’ advice was difficult as is, but you weren’t going on a date with just anybody. This was Finn Balor: a man that exuded confidence and sexual prowess with every step. And with Balor inside of his body...

Your fingers continued to pick at the cuffs of your white off-the-shoulder top and your thoughts continued to roam down a narrow path.

You were just… you. You were nothing special, especially compared to someone like him. The majority of your dates seemed to make fun of your apparent shy and good-hearted nature, and you weren’t sure it you could handle that coming from the man who held your heart in his hands.

You’ll be fine, you thought, looking at your phone. He should be here soon. He might be your complete, utter opposite but that’s ok. Doesn’t that trope always work out on TV?

A knock on your door pulled you away from your head and you picked at your black leggings, giving yourself a quick look in a nearby mirror before slipping on a pair of flats. Opening the door slowly, there stood the man himself, clad in a black and red silk suit jacket and some black dress pants. The first few buttons of his crisp white dress shirt where unbuttoned, and in that moment you felt severely under-dressed.

Looking down at your choice of attire, you uttered, “Y-You told me to dress casually for tonight, but I can go back upstairs and change into something more fancy if we’re going someplace nicer than what I pictured. Not that you’re gonna take me anywhere gross, because I know you have standards and oh God, now I’m rambling and I sound like a complete fo-”

You felt a finger press to your lips gently. Removing it, he used it to then lift your chin and look you in the eye with his cold, but comforting lighter ones.

“You don’t have to change for anything, sweetheart,” he spoke, his breath fanning out across your face. “This is fine for now. Everything will be taken care of when we get there.”

You didn’t realize how close he was until he was leaning down to look at you, and you took a moment to gaze over the softness in his face and the slight redness flushing his cheeks, paired with those perfectly shaped lips of his…

“Wait, where are we going? You never specified.”

A laugh was heard as he placed two finger against your temple. “You’ll find out soon enough. After all, you did want to get to know me better.”

A wave of nauseousness rolled over you as you felt your legs buckle underneath you. Your vision soon grew blurrier and blurrier, and the sounds around you became more warbled and joined together. Before the darkness claimed you, you felt a soft pair of arms wrap around your torso and hold you close to a solid chest. You peered up at Finn’s face to see twin black eyes staring directly back at you. A grin slid onto his face and he let out a small chuckle.

“This is going to be a very interesting night,” he spoke, the tone of his voice echoing in your ear as you faded to black…

…

…

...

...until you abruptly woke up, sputtering out a gasp and holding your chest. Wiping the sweat from your forehead with your hand, you looked down to see your clothes and your shoes still on. But, a closer look around the room proved that you were not anywhere you knew.

The bedroom around you contained various shades of grey, black, and red, including some of the most lavish items you’d ever seen. You splayed your fingers out onto the soft sheets below and held them, turning around to see the vast seat of pillows behind you.

Where am I? you wondered as you slid from the wine colored bedspread, your feet softly hitting the grey carpet below you. Another quick look around the room led you to one of the chairs near the door, a long black and red dress hanging from its back. Attached to the seat was a note and you gingerly unfolded it, taking in a breath at the name on the bottom.

Dearest (Y/n),

I’m sorry that I made you black out earlier in your apartment. The way to my home isn’t… conventional, so I had to shield you from it.I hope you can forgive me. I can assure you nothing happened to you during the time from your apartment to now. You have my word.

Along the sides of this chair lies an new ensemble for you to wear for dinner tonight. Don’t worry, everything is in your size. I got a little help from a few of your friends. Please join me downstairs whenever you are ready. I can’t wait to see where the night takes us, darling.

Yours truly, Balor

The note fluttered out of your hands and onto the ground as you felt your head start to spin. “Well, that explains the black eyes… and me passing out…” you mumbled, glancing at the chair draped over the ornate wooden seat. Lifting it revealed it to be a floor length blood red gown with a sheer black lace top, complete with a black belt holding the two to each other. Underneath the chair was a pair of sleek black heels, and you wondered how much all of this costed him.

Thank God for strapless bras, you thought, slipping off your shirt and out of you leggings and folding them. Placing them on the bed behind you, you unzipped the back of the dress and slid it on. The lace was surprisingly soft against the skin of your arms, and the dress itself fit perfectly. The shoes did as well, moving them from underneath the chair and sitting back down on the bed to put them on. A large floor-to-ceiling mirror was placed conveniently next to you, and you hesitate to take a look at yourself.

You looked… good. You felt good. All your best features were shown, and you loved it. You felt sexy, powerful, and ready to take on the man waiting for you downstairs.

You felt dominant.

Spinning around to get another angle, you said, “Never thought this would be the thing to make me feel this way but hey, I’ll take it.”

With a quick drag of your fingers through your hair, you left the room, the soft clacking of the heels echoed throughout the dark and empty hallway as you stepped outside. Suddenly, the candles lining the walls around you came to life, giving the area a surprisingly soft glow. As you started your voyage to the stairs, you dragged your fingertips along the carvings of the dark oak walls near you and the shining silver candelabras that held the lights.

“Ah, you’re finally here. I was beginning to worry.”

The deep voice drew your head towards the bottom of the stairs and you saw him, still clad in the suit from earlier. You could feel the blood rush to your cheeks as you slowly walked down to Balor and his eyes roamed down your body. Taking the hand he outstretched to you, you looked away from his lingering gaze and the two of you made your way to the dining room. He could see your fascination with his home, and loved how wide your eyes got when you saw something you liked on the walls.

Finally, a large wooden door opened to reveal his dining area, complete with a long black marble table that held even more candles, a bouquet of roses near one of the seats, plates of food, and two glasses of red wine ready for you.

He squeezed your hand and pointed up, directing you to the glass roof that exposed the most clear night sky you’ve ever had the beauty of seeing. You felt your mouth open slightly as you gasped and saw the millions of stars shine above you.

His hand grazed your jaw, and you turned to face him. “The stars in the sky tonight don’t even shine half as bright as you do, my dear,” he murmured, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “And close your mouth, (Y/n). You might catch flies.”

He chuckled at his little jab and moved towards the head of the table, you wiping your now sweaty palms on the sides of your gown. Pulling out the chair next to him, you sat down and looked down at your lap, the emptiness of the room seeming to seep into your skin.

“So, it is true. Was he okay with it?”

He raised his eyebrow. “What’s true, darling?”

Lifting your hands, you gestured towards Balor and the midnight pools that were his eyes. His posture was too straight, his actions too flirty. This was Balor: a manipulator at heart and a piece of the man you loved. The man before you grinned slyly, placing his elbows on the table and leaning forward.

“Yes, it’s true, and he’s fine with me taking the wheels for our little get-together tonight. We are very much alike, him and I.”

Your chair suddenly scooched forward and you were face to face with him, the look in his eyes a mischievous one. “But, unlike him, I had the balls to ask you out first.”

Another faint gasp left your lips and he began to roar with laughter. “What, you actually believed he planned all of this? Please, you’re in my kingdom now, (Y/n).”

His smile seemed to stretch for miles, his blinding white teeth looking as if they were growing and becoming sharper. You don’t know why but him looking at you in such a manner made your core wet, causing you to squirm in your seat. The room soon fell quiet after a few moments until a loud growling came from your stomach, your face growing as hot as the candles around you.

“Eat, dear,” he said, the smell of the food in front of you now too enticing to ignore. “We can continue our conversations as the night goes on. After all, I do want to get to know you better.”

And talk you did. In between bites of food and sips of wine, you shared small stories about yourself and your interests, throwing some things about your personal life as well. Throughout it, Balor said very few words - only commenting a few times - but was very attentive to the little movements you made while you spoke of your home.

He noticed how your shoulders would vibrate with energy as you talked about subjects you loved, and how your eyebrows furrowed when discussing topics that gave you distaste. He saw you eyes sparkle when you began speaking about your family and how you got to the WWE. You were too into your thoughts, but he listened to you and saw the little things.

And all of those little things made his cold heart a little bit warmer.

Time seemed to slow down in the dining room as the two of you continued to chat, laughter and jabs pouring out of you both. Over time, your hand drifted onto and across the table, slipping into one of his free ones. Balor closed his hand around your much smaller one and looked up, seeing how worked up and buoyant you became.

At that moment, a loud chime was heard from down the hall and you stopped mid-sentence. Looking up at the ceiling, you were able to see the stars much more clearly. They seemed to shine even more like celestial diamonds as you rose from your seat, removing your hand from Balor’s soft hold and clasping them together.

Glancing at the door, you asked, “The clock chime… what did it mean? How long have we been in here?”

He snapped his fingers and the dishes and the decor that littered the table was gone, save for a single red rose in front of your chair. “Oh, that? That means that it’s midnight, darling.”

“Midnight?! I didn’t realize we were talking for so long!”

You placed a hand to your chest and felt your heart beat faster, turning your head to face him. He picked up the rose from the table and placed it behind your ear before moving his hand to caress your jaw.

“There, there, sweetheart. The conversations we had were an amazing way to pass the time. They only made me fall for you even harder than before.”

He wrapped an arm around your waist as he dragged the tips of his fingers along the grooves of the lace on your dress. Leaning forward, you caught a whiff of a smell that was undeniably his and felt his lips press against your forehead, his beard brushing against your nose and cheek.

“There’s a choice to make here, (Y/n). I won’t force you to stay, but I would love to continue this little rendezvous of ours,” he whispered against your temple, pulling you close. “Would you like to stay the night with me?”

Throughout the entirety of your dinner, you could feel a voice pounding at the back of your head. You had silenced it before but now it was getting louder, almost as if it was screaming through a megaphone connected to a billion speakers.

Take him.

Claim his heart just as he claimed yours.

Make him yours.

Show him how much you care for him.

Make him beg for you.

Show him who’s in charge.

Dominate him.

Stay. The. Night.

You slid your hands up his chest and gripped the lapels of his twin colored suit jacket. You could feel a newfound surge of confidence roll through your body like a wave, and you could see his shock as your eyes grew dark with lust.

“You got yourself a deal, Balor. I’ll stay the night. Let’s see where this ‘rendezvous’ takes us now.”

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Empress Part 9

Summary: You’re apart of the 100. You’re very bad-ass and don’t take shit from no-one. However, the longer you’re on earth, the more complicated things become.

Ship: Bellamy Blake x Fem!Reader, Dimitri!Grounder x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fluff, crying, angst, swearing, minor smut, fighting,mentions of abuse, blood, gore, etc.

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. i realize not all of this is side by side accurate to the show, bare with me. i hope you enjoy!

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First P.O.V

I groan in pain, dropping my food supplies as Bellamy growls into my ear. “Traitor.” He hisses like a snake. His grip tightening around my neck and shoulders to keep me contain. “You’ve been seeing a grounder?! Have you been feeding him information, too?!” His grip is too much, too painful it’s getting harder to breathe. I twist his arm and push him as far away from me as I can, pulling out a knife to defend myself. “Bellamy let me explain-” He cuts me off by screaming. “I knew you were a snake! The little princess isn’t so clean, after-all!” My voice is twice the rage he was expecting and it takes both of us by surprise. “MAN, YOU JUST LOVE THE SOUND OF YOUR OWN VOICE, DON’T YOU?! JUST SHUT UP AND LISTEN!” Maybe because my hands tremble that he finally silences. Not out of pity but out of something more painful. 

I sigh, “Dimitri. That’s his name. He saved my life one of the earlier nights when we first arrived. I thought he was going to kill me, I was sure of it. But when he didn’t, I realized he was just as curious about me as I was about him. He’s not from Lincoln’s clan. There are more clans all over the world. I have saved his people before and they have protected me. I haven’t told anyone about our plans or our people, I swear to you! Dimitri and I would meet and he taught me things about earth, including the language. I told him stories about the books we read when we were kids and the stars. That’s it.” He never puts his weapon down but his eyes are sad and angry, much like when Octavia confessed about seeing Lincoln. He hates the idea but can’t stop her, even when he tried. “Why were you kissing him?” He gulps down some saliva, not really wanting the answer I provide. “I have feelings for him. Please, Bellamy. I know you hate me-” 

He scoffs, disgusted by the statement. “I don’t hate you.” I dare to lower my weapon, perplexed. An uneasy feeling in the pit of my stomach as I await for more of an explanation. “I don’t like that you’re right a lot. You actually weren’t half bad.” He pauses for a moment, almost eyeing me with distaste. I know the following statement he makes will break me more than I care to admit, a tinge of regret. “I thought you were more than this. I thought you were better than us, than me. Turns out that’s a lie. Your secret is safe, for now.” A small warning: a threat. Make one wrong move and I will take everything you love away. His posture seems to scream. I had the potential of being friends with Bellamy but I don’t know how he’ll view me now. Maybe as a monster for all I know. I walk a few steps ahead, half expecting him to literally stab me in the back. We melt into the flow of the groups movements. He forces a smile in Octavia’s direction and nods to Clarke. 

I flank Octavia’s side and half expect Bellamy to glare at me in disgust but he looks more disappointed than anything. There’s a pang of guilt in my heart, a feeling I can’t control despite how much I want to. I have no reason to feel the way that I do but still my emotions alter everything and get the best of me. Especially with how much I don’t owe the Ark or my “people” anything. And though my secret is out to him, it is only he who knows about Dimitri. I’m glad nobody else does. Whether he comes out about my secret is a worry for another day. Right now I need to make sure I get my people out and away from this camp. Octavia and I fall into line a few feet away from Bellamy, Clarke and Jasper. “Alright Octavia, is there anything else we need to look forward to if we slip from the grounders?” 

She shook her head, probably glad for the conversation. “Lincoln told me just to get us far away from the first wave of grounder troops. Once we’re away we should be fine.” We walk for another ten minutes until I feel a chill trace up my spine. Both Octavia and Jasper take notice and stop, causing everyone’s movements to cease. “You felt that, too? Didn’t you?” Octavia asks, unsheathing her weapon. She’s becoming better at reading a situation than most. I turn to answer her question when an arrow lodges itself into one of the kids a few bodies away. He dies on impact, falling to the ground instantaneously. We have no time to mourn for another child gone as Jasper banshee shrieks to our people. “GROUNDERS!!! RETREAT!!” 

The arrows and chaos around us make our movements quick. So fast, I don’t even realize we’re already back inside camp grounds. When Raven is in the drop-ship secured, and far from harm, Bellamy and Clarke take the ladder, guns at the ready while the troopers take their mark. “Why aren’t they attacking?” Bellamy asked, frustrated. But Clarke and I already know. “We’re doing exactly what they wanted us to do..” She turned over her shoulder to Octavia, blonde hair whipping as she does so. “The first troop are scouts, right?” The young girl nodded to my right. “We can take them! It’s what Lincoln would do!” Bellamy huffed, clearly more angry than before. “I’m done doing what that stupid grounder would do! We listened to him and it got Drew killed!” So that was the boy that died. The thought makes my stomach churn. 

Finn scoffed, “That grounder saved our lives! I agree with Octavia! For all we know there’s one scout out there!” I nod along, “Me too. If we move fast we’ll slip out but we’re just sitting ducks if we stay.” Bellamy takes my voice in stride, fully prepared to fight even in times like these. “If we don’t fight, we die! You’re a coward!” And though I’m a few inches shorter than him, I don’t back down from the challenge. “Or am I smarter than you, Blake?! We stay, we rot! It’s obvious. If we move, we live another day!” Octavia pushes us apart, more focused on Clarke than our bickering. “Clarke, we can still do this..” I sigh as people look from her and I. Bellamy may have people listening but he doesn’t have their heart and soul. He lifts his chin up, glancing back at Clarke. “Looking to you, princess. Whats it gonna be?” 

When she sighs, I know I’ve lost this battle. “Scouts, more than one. Finn, they’re already here-” Clarke looks back at Bellamy, almost defeated. “Looks like you got your fight-” I cuss under my breath before stalking off to my tent to grab all of my weapons available. Octavia finds me shortly and we make our way towards one of our foxholes. Bellamy grabs her by the arm, muttering something so softly I couldn’t hear it if I tried. I linger, watching the young boy and admiring the camp for what could be my last time. We did pretty well. When she returns to me, I can’t help but smile a little. She looks so strong standing by herself. When I look back at Bellamy, I notice he’s already looking directly at me. His gaze is different from before. Almost like they’re full of longing. 

When he’s not being a total ass, he’s quite handsome. Instead of following Octavia, I draw closer to him. “I think this is a stupid plan and I’m sure you’re acting out cause of fear but you’re not half bad, Blake.” I say, stretching out my hand for him to take. Hesitantly, he grasps my palm. His warmth sends chills down my spine. Bellamy doesn’t pull away. “We’re both gonna live.” I snicker at the crude comment, pulling away before asking, “What makes you think so?” He laughs for the first time despite the situation. “Cause we’re both arrogant and headstrong.” I smile wide at the honest joke before following his sister. My grin falters the further I walk, mumbling. “I sure hope you’re right, Bellamy..” 

Octavia leaves shortly and with one quick glance, I know she’ll be okay. Though I am not armed with a gun, I still feel safe in the dark of the foxholes. They hoot at the movements but I don’t see anything fall. Bellamy comes tumbling into the makeshift hole. “Don’t shoot! We’re wasting bullets! Where’s Octavia?!” He turns to me. With one glance, I reassure him but tread lightly nonetheless. He holds valuable information that could be my downfall. “She’s okay, Bellamy.” Our radio com starts to explode suddenly. “THEY’RE EVERYWHERE!” For the first time in a long time, my hands begun to tremble and heart beat quicken with fear. I can’t think of the worst outcome. I won’t gain anything from making myself anxious. I make my way over to the other side of the camp, running past some of the kids who duck in fear. 

Bellamy follows close by, almost on my tail when a large mass smacks the Blake boy down to the ground. Quickly, I turn around and stand between him and the grounder that’s slipped through. Before he could attack, a large sword ran straight through his chest. Octavia stands over the body with a coy smile. “You see that, big brother?” He laughs lightly before both our expressions fall. An arrow slashes her shoulder and Octavia falls into my arms. I don’t know when Lincoln arrives but I’m nothing short from relieved when I see him.  I can take care of her but we have to go now.” He says softly, urgency in his tone. I watch Bellamy struggle to let his baby sister go. I put my hand on his cheek and nod. “Go. Take care of her.” I can see the broken expression on his face as he watches his sister leave with a stranger. 

Once they’re out of sight, we walk off towards the fence. “HOLD THE LINE!!” Clarke screams to the gunmen trembling at their posts. I glance through the peephole and gasp. They’ve broke the first of our defense. A few bodies lay on the dirt, unidentifiable. Clarke comes out from the drop-ship again, dripping with sweat and stress. “Those who don’t have guns, make your way into the drop-ship! Jasper’s done it!” They move quickly with panicked faces. This is the end of the camp, I can feel it. I take a deep breath and prepare for the wall to break. The walls; our protection system crumbles and the grounders swarm in, one after another. They never seem to stop. There are at least twenty grounders blocking us from the safety inside the drop-ship. 

I do my best to protect Bellamy and myself from the men that run towards us. One hits him hard and I’m forced to protect both sides of the conflict. As he falls, Finn comes out from behind, shooting and knocking more men out of the way. I pull Bellamy up to Finn’s side. They stumble and fight while Clarke gets as much of our people into the drop-ship as she can before closing it. All of a sudden, I’m thrown down to the ground, slipping and falling down the hill. Sticks, rocks and dirt collide with my skin, roughly tearing me into two before I come to a rough stop. My forehead feels wet while my temple aches and throbs against my cranium. With wobbly feet, I stand, putting the majority of my weight onto the nearest tree. All I can feel is throbbing pain. I’m so tired. Despite my body screaming for release, I pull out the last weapon I have and attempt to stand, shifting from foot to foot. The black mass grows into two and then three as my vision beings to blur. Suddenly, everything goes dark. 

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multi-purpose-tool-guy replied to your post:

im just gonna.... scoot in here and uh..... enable you..... scoot scoot....

OK hear me out. Here’s some TLJ-based Kylux mpreg thoughts.

I think Snoke always knew Kylo was the knock-off brand of what he really wants. That Kylo is broken by the fact that he FEELS SO MUCH and he lets his feelings drag him around even though he clearly wishes he wasn’t like this. He was probably always like this. 

And Hux? Hux is useful but Hux lacks the sort of power that Kylo has by birth and breeding. Also he’s an absolutely sucking void of a human being with bile where other people have blood. He’s easy enough to control, but mostly exactly as you would a dog — reward it when it’s good and make sure it knows you could beat it if it’s not. Watch the teeth. Don’t take your eyes off it.

They’ll be steps to power, but are they really going to be heirs to his vision? Or are they the tools he’ll use until he can get better, shinier, less buggy and broken ones?

I’d like to thank the Rlos who want Rey to “continue the Skywalker line” because that sure sounds like the exact sort of shit you could feed Kyle Ron to make him do some Fucking Weird Shit and well, General, just lie back and think about the Empire. Kyle has probably never seen junk that wasn’t his own and the one Knight that he kissed once got sent out by Snoke to some planet acid-spitting worms and came back with their lips melted shut by scar tissue. And frankly I’m not sure anyone has ever in his life taught Hux that sex is about anything other than Power and Pain.

Anyway, Kyle over here’s like literally twice as wide as Armie, so obviously he’s got the space in that refrigerator-size torso for whatever demonspawn comes out of this.

Throw in some Force garbage about how if Kylo doesn’t spend a certain amount of time around Hux regularly he feels like he’s gonna puke his kidneys out because this INCREDIBLY FORCE SENSITIVE fetus would like to vibe with whatever weird vibes Hux gives off. Actually they’re probably very chill. Since he’s only got one (1) emotion: Hatred. And he’s got a boss and a PAIN IN THE ASS who can read his mind, I’m sure the inside of his brain is WMD blueprints and elevator music most of the time.

So they chill. They don’t... like each other? But maybe they realize that they’ve made some misjudgments and now they’re actually even better prepared to murder each other.

Hux starts researching weapons that a lightsaber can’t block. Force-resistant materials. He starts packing a couple extra energy blades on his body at all times. He buys a slug-shooting rifle and starts carrying it damn near everywhere.

Kylo is still gonna be killing his dad and getting gut-shot by a wookie and finding the true power of hatred after THE ANGRIEST GIRL IN THE WORLD hands him his own ass on a platter, obviously. You could stuff a whole watermelon in that boy and it would not slow him down. But it’s fucking with his head. Are his priorities... right? What does it all mean? Existential crisis with a side of his body literally doesn’t belong to him and he didn’t choose this at any point and WHY IS HE DOING ANY OF THIS AT ALL

Things explode. Things still very, very much explode.

And that’s going to be rather important, really, because Hux knows he can rebuild a planet-sized weapon and he can buy a new warship and he can train a hundred thousand more child soldiers. Every life except his own is replaceable and it always, always has been.

And Kylo is thinking obsessively about family, about his parents, about his childhood, about his life and where it has lead him, about right and wrong, light and dark. 

But all things must come to an end? And the boy sith who would be supreme leader doesn’t have enough time to telepathically tell Rey NOT to swing by really not a good time right now. 

Kylo gets his guts excavated by unfeeling, uncaring medical robots because this is a hideous dystopia of reproductive rights or something. Hux is there because, well, he’s a little bit of a sadist everyone knows that. That’s the only possible reason he could be there, isn’t it?

Haha no. He’s gonna make eye contact with that blue-eyed, screaming creature and all the crazy in that heavily hair-gelled head is gonna skew in exactly the expected ways. Because, well, he can BUILD another weapon. He can BUILD another army. But he can’t BUILD a fucking baby. Or well, he could, but it wouldn’t be this exact baby, now would it? And honestly, honestly? Why would he build any other? This one is PERFECT. He made that and it’s his and he would rather drown in his own blood than let anyone hurt it. 

(See? He’s not his father after all. He cannot even understand his father in this moment. He has always known himself to be weak and sought to protect himself. Now here is the weakest imaginable version of himself and he feels that same urge. It’s his and he will protect it or he will die. That has always been the only two options.)

And Kylo wakes up with his internal organs rearranged and stapled back together to see a fucking armed sociopath holding HIS CHILD and nearly kills Hux right then and there except if he died then he would definitely drop the baby and if Kylo sits up too fast his spleen is gonna pop out probably. 

They don’t even have to talk about things or lie to each other because they have spent a stupid amount of time with one another and they know. The fear in Hux now is the same fear that is swallowing Kylo up like a howling cyclone.

So they go to Snoke and it seems very much like Hux will betray Kylo like the untrustworthy dog that he is and Kylo will stay the loyal and steady servant of the darkness, but Kylo is a nest of serpents held together by medical tape. And all of Hux’s research? Well, if you want to blow the most powerful Force user you’ve ever met’s head off his ugly shoulders? You might need a real firearm and some Force-resistant bullets.

Cue a very different fight against the Praetorian Guard. Rey shows up twenty minutes late with Starbucks to a room full of corpses and fire and Kylo “Ben Solo” Ren trying to hold his torso together while Armitage “General Hugs” Hux looks increasingly red-faced and distressed at a very small and screaming baby.

No lightsabers explode.

No one’s around to sign the paperwork on DJ’s deal so he fucks off on the first ship he can break into while Phasma’s calls keep going directly to Hux’s voicemail.

The Resistance makes it to Crait safely and Holdo does not explode anything and Rose does not have to contemplate kicking 500,000 stormtroopers to death with her own two feet. (I mean she doesn’t, but she still DOES.)

Phasma’s call goes through. 

“Hey I’ve got two big Resistance morons and a soccer ball.”

“Cool. We killed the Supreme Leader and also it’s a girl.”

“Congratulations, sir. Does she have a name?”

“Not yet, I was a little busy.”

Rey watches Kylo get increasingly pale. “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” he says.

Hux remembers that someone helped MAKE this baby and she’s probably fond of him or something. Maybe Hux is fond of him. He’s not sure yet exactly. But he would probably shoot the scavanger girl if she hurt him. Of course, he would probably shoot her anyway, y’know? Just because.

Chewbacca is sort of waiting for Rey to come back.

He does not expect her to come back in the company of the First Order’s three most powerful leaders and also Rose, Finn and a VERY ANGRY BB-8.

Also there’s a baby? It’s a very cute baby. She’s got Ben’s nose already.

“What’s her name?” he asks.

“Haven’t decided,” Kylo Ren says at the same time Rey says, “I don’t know.”

They glare at each other. Chewie does not smack Kylo upside the back of his head simple because it looks right now as though a stiff wind would knock him over just as well. Also, well, he wouldn’t have helped Rey with this COMPLETELY INSANE PLAN if he didn’t think Ben Solo could still come home.

He can’t. Really. This is not Ben Solo going to his mother. This is Kylo Ren going to General Organa with three and a half hostages and a burning desire to get some war criminals off the hook.

(Maybe DJ does a nice thing and leaves something explosive behind when he goes. Or he gives the whole First Order a computer virus or something. They’d deserve it.)

Anyway, Hux probably is still set on handing his daughter the whole known universe and does something incredibly stupid like pull a gun on Leia and gets every blaster in the room pointed at him while he’s holding the infant Skywalker scion. Kylo forcibly (haha) disarms everyone in the room and gently sets Hux on his damn fool ass and not so gently shuts his jaw so tight he can barely breathe. But he can still breathe.

This still unnamed baby is going to be a princess in a world where everyone won’t be trying to kill her all the time, isn’t that good enough for you? (It isn’t, actually, but Hux can make world domination a back-up plan for at least the next two hours.)

Phasma refuses to take off her helmet. Or talk to anyone.

Rey is going to loudly insist that they’re not that bad — and they have a baby! They can’t be bad? At least the baby is probably not bad! 

Leia is going to call Kylo “Ben” and so everyone else is going to follow suit as he bleeds internally and hates them all. He would still stab his uncle if he saw him.

(MAYBE HE DOES HAHA.)

Does Phasma particularly care if her life’s work is sacrificed on the altar of peace? Uh, as long as she still has her LIFE, not particularly. 

Empires, warships, armies can be rebuilt. The universe is always going to be there to conquer. Right? And "princess” doesn’t seem like such a bad title, really, when it’s his baby girl.

Kylo is still an angry, bitter sack of vipers. Hux now has two emotions and they’re both terrifying and involve firearms. Not saying they “fall in love,” but they do practice kissing and trade insults that are maybe affectionate? Hux kills more than one person who tries to get at Kylo with his bare hands and a energy blade. They try extremely hard to be good parents.

Phasma takes her immunity and fucking RETIRES to make LOTS OF MONEY doing what she’s GOOD AT which is fighting and not dying.

Anyway they name the baby Padme. She has a COMPLETELY HIDEOUS temper and blue eyes like her great-grandfather.

Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[hela-of-ren]

My Chosen VII

I’M BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK and I bring news!! I GOT THE JOB I WANTED REALLY BADLY GUYS I AM AN ADULT!!!! I’ve been super busy with that as well as some new story concepts and requests. I am so happy guys like it’s been an amazing month and I’m going to Salem next weekend!! Anyway, in regards to this story, it will be ten chapters so we’re almost there! Please enjoy!! <3

Tagging: @itsaconquestofimagination, @kylo-renne, and @inumorph

The hallway shook and rumbled, causing you to lose your balance and fall into Finn. The two of you looked up from your spot on the ground in worry, Rey righting herself against the wall as Leia managed to keep her balance.

“I’m a little afraid to ask, but what was that?” Finn asked as he attempted to help you up.

Leia’s eyes narrowed in worry as another tremor shook the halls.

The four of you made your way back to the containment room as quickly as possible only to fall against the wall as Leia attempted to over ride the controls for the entrance. The metallic doors slid open with a few sparks only to reveal an all out war.

The engineers and scientists either lay dead on the floor or running in a panic. Kylo had broken most of his restraints and hung upside down, swinging back and forth trying to break the final restraints on his wrists and neck. Leia turned to you with a serious face.

“You need to go, get as far away from here as possible.” You shook your head as you gaped in horror at the destruction Kylo had wrought.

“I’m not leaving you here!” You replied. Rey clasped your shoulder, a look of determination on her face.

“She won’t be, but the quicker you get out of here the safer you’ll be.” She nodded to Finn and he grabbed your hand tugging you firmly as Kylo broke another chain. With one final look at Leia and Rey, you allowed Finn to guide you away from the chaos.

The two of you booked it to the emergency elevator and entered as Kylo caught you in his sights. You made eye contact when the doors began to close, a look of anguish crossing his features as an inhuman roar left his chest. As the elevator descended our thoughts strayed to the events of the past hour.

Luke had actually tried to kill you and he would have succeeded if Rey hadn’t used the force to steer his light saber from your path. That along with the fact that he and Leia were kept alive though her resolve to save her fallen son.

This was insane, it was all fucking insane. You were saying that a lot today.

The elevator came to a stop and opened to reveal a dark metallic hallway lined with wires and pipes. You stepped out only to realize that Finn wasn’t following you.

“Go on ahead, there’s an exit at the end of the corridor. I need to lend as much fire support as possible.” His face was set in determination, but his eyes held the smallest twinge of fear. He smiled the slightest bit at the look of worry on your face. “Hey, don’t worry. I got this! Ancient princes of darkness can still get their asses flamed by a trusty blaster.” He winked as you let out a small chuckle.

“Just...be careful Finn, please.” You whispered.

“You too...we go this, Y/N. We got this.” With that the doors shut and you were left in the underground corridor. You gulped and began making your way through the darkness and faint humming of machinery.

You felt along the walls for extra assurance as your feet padded along, muted explosions sounding from above and only serving to twist your insides. Your breathing became louder the deeper you went, deeper and raspier. Deeper, raspier, and a little too scratchy for your taste.

Wait, that wasn’t you.

With a gasp you turned to see a black mass swirling and floating before you, its edges torn and sharp. The mass produced a heavy breathing that set you on edge and had you taking a few steps back as it slowly advanced. By the time you took your fifth step back the mass let out a guttural choking noise that set your feet into motion.

You sprinted as fast as you could with the mass hot on your heels, its size and power blowing out the machinery around you. The exit was in sight when you felt an explosion from your right send you crashing into the opposite wall. Your body was on fire and it was difficult to feel your legs, shrapnel cutting into your thighs and crushing your upper body.

You let out a whimper at the sheer amount of pain, struggling to move as much as you could when the mass entered your view. Black tendrils began to swirl and twist, the sound of what seemed to be bones cracking with every burst and turn.

The black melted into ashen white and robes of ivory and gold, black nothingness forming into a twisted visage accompanied by boney hands. The only remaining black became the hell holes that were its eyes.

“So, you’re the one. His chosen, his...star.” The voice was cold and detached, spitting the word star out as if it were an abomination. The scarred figure stepped closer to your mangled body and let out a chuckle that had shivers racing down your spine.

“What simple, naive child you are. Kylo Ren belongs to me and no amount of magic or will can change that.” He hissed as more black tendrils appeared from beneath his gown and wrapped around your body, lifting you into the air. Your eyes grew wide from the pain and his words.

“Y-you...you’re S-s-snoke...” You stuttered out through the burning and breaking of your body, “Y-you won’t w-win.” His smile sent all courage from your body in an instant.

“He has made his bed...and so have you.” With that you felt tendrils squeeze your body and invade your vision until all saw was darkness, your lungs beginning to fill as if drowning.

Oh stars, oh no, he was killing you!

No, it couldn’t end this way! You had to fight...you had...to...had to....

“You have a fierceness about you, Y/F/N Y/L/N, such a pity that I cannot...explore it further.” His slimy voice became muted as the tendrils stole all of your senses and the very breath from your body.

‘Kylo...’

His eyes flashed open at the weak voice that filled his head, blasters and opposing resistance members becoming a second thought. That voice sounded like...

Wait.

Why couldn’t he feel you anymore?

Your presence and light was an ever comforting feeling in his mind, but now...it was gone. Almost as if-

“NOOOOOOOOOOO!” His eyes bulged as the inhuman roar sent a wave of energy out towards the resistance, stunning them where they stood.

Black smoke swallowed his figure and launched him up into the air, the sheer power allowing him to break through the floor in a violent crash as he struggled to find where your plea had last come from.

You couldn’t be gone, it was impossible, you were just there! His ethereal form picking up speed as it flashed through the corridor, broken machinery disintegrating even further under his power and tendrils cut into the walls as if they were butter.

He finally came to the area he last felt you in, bloody shrapnel and twisted wires the only thing left. Through his fury, he almost missed the gaping hole in the wall next to him that led to what seemed to be a forgotten underground spring.

And there in the center of it all was you.

Unconscious and un-moving.

“No...” He whispered and phased through the destruction to get to you quicker. Reaching your side he dropped to his knees and brought your upper body into his arms, your head resting in the crook of his shoulder.

“My star, I’m here...it’s alright, you’re safe now.” His voice was pleading as he brought his face closer to yours. His hand came up to cup the side of your face, dread filling him at the feeling of ice.

“Open your eyes for me...” He pleaded, panicking when you remained still, “My star...no, please....nonononono...my- Y/N, please...please...” He whimpered and felt warmth fill his eyes.

He clutched you to his chest and clawed at your clothes desperately, sobs shaking his body. He buried his face into your hair and clutched you closer as if to fuse you to his body.

A dark laugh had his body freezing and his head slowly rising from your cold face. His eyes widened at what he saw, icy fury fillings his dried up veins.

“You didn’t think you could escape, did you Ren?” At the sight of Snoke, Kylo felt pure hatred overwhelm the sadness and burn any love that remained in his dead heart.