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aeth-supremacy · 1 year

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Aether - Soror Dulcissima

Word Count: 4.5k

Pairing: Aether x Reader

Summary: After Aether accidentally confesses how he's been feeling about you in the clergy's empty chapel, you accept his offer... leading to your own little ritual.

Warnings: Smut! Lots of breeding stuff. Like seriously. I write Aeth as SUCH a family man. A minor injury is talked about but it’s all good.

Notes: I’m sorry this took a while! I hope you all enjoy, thank you so much for reading. Maybe I’ll have something for Terzo out soon if you guys are interested!

For the first time in what felt like years, you had the Abbey mostly to yourself. Sister Imperator had decided to send a majority of the siblings on a trip around the city, spreading the word of the Clergy as they went. Only a few ghouls remained, along with Papa in his chambers, likely up to his throat in paperwork. You assumed the ghouls to be in their chambers too, so you allowed yourself to take a peaceful trip to the dark chapel. The haunting black and gold decor and carvings of the building sent a chill down your spine, but you felt so very at home. Your shoes clicked lightly on the tile floors, echoing throughout the long halls and large open rooms. When you reached the chapel, you let out a small sigh of relief. This big monastery can really take a toll on your feet.

You walked down the aisle of the chapel, the pews empty, and the candles still lit around the podium and the front of the room. You kneeled beneath it and felt a cool breeze as your habit tugged itself upwards to reveal more of your thick upper thigh and soft, rounded hips. You closed your eyes and hummed a small tune to yourself, attempting to clear your mind. You didn’t come here for any particular reason, but you figured it would be a nice opportunity since a lonely monastery is not something that a sibling will find often.

You didn’t make a prayer, per se, but you thought to yourself. You had only joined the clergy recently, and it could be a handful at times, but it was overall worth it. You made a family, a safe haven. You helped with rituals, cared for the ghouls, and tended to the garden. What more could you want?

Lost in your thoughts, you didn’t notice the clicking of dress shoes behind you. Approaching slowly and cautiously… was a Ghoul. You continued to hold your head down, your hair covering your peripherals.

“May I join?” His voice rang out. You jumped in shock, your breath hitching as you whipped your head around to see who you were speaking to. Aether stood tall above you, his rings and bracelets shining in the candlelight, and his mask still on. You knew him, and you had seen him a great deal of times around the monastery. He was always helpful and kind, never shying away from giving you a helping hand. You spent plenty of time together, be it in the library or the gardens. Aether was close with you, and you always valued his company. You had to admit he was delightful to be around… and also to look at.

“Oh- why of course, Aether!” You pleasantly responded, scooting over without getting up. Your habit rose a bit farther, your entire hip being visible as the fabric shifted along your soft skin. Aether’s eyes shot down to it immediately as he began to kneel beside you. He shook his head lightly, as if he was trying to shake away his thoughts.

“Where are the rest of the siblings, pulchra soror?” His voice was low and almost hushed. Only wind whipped around the chapel's tall ceilings, leaving it rather quiet.

“They are in town this evening.” You responded with a sweet tone, trying to keep a positive mood with the ghoul.

“And why did you choose to stay back?” He tilted his head in your direction, almost like a dog would when trying to read emotion. You giggled for just a second before answering him.

“Oh my- don’t tell Sister… but I said I was feeling unwell so I could have some peace.” You anxiously awaited for him to get angry at you, or maybe yell, but there was nothing of the sort. He turned his head to look down at his thighs.

“Ah, I understand. Sometimes I like to get away from my duties too, just so I can have a few moments to myself.” He tapped his hands on his thighs as he spoke, his veins showing in the candlelight. He looked absolutely divine. Beautifully, gorgeously handsome. His chest was tight against his tailored black button-up, the same with his legs in his dress pants. Somehow, someway, in this calm candlelight, every single one of his muscles seems to be so much more prominent and defined than you had ever seen. You wish you could just pounce him. Oh, Satanas- the things you would do to get in his bed and have him ruin you. He could destroy your want for any other man and you’d be happy. A pleasant hum left your lips, your eyes trailing back up to his mask. In all honesty… you’d never seen him without it. You couldn’t help but wonder, but some kind of feeling inside you was also positive that he was hypnotically gorgeous. Aether stopped tapping his finger. “Sordida puella, si tantum scires.... Omnem cogitationem tuam audire possum.” He spoke under his breath, barely audible. You knew a good bit of Latin, but you couldn’t quite make out what he was saying.

“What was that, Aether?” You asked with a smile. You appreciated that he was even talking to you when there are definitely a million other things that he could be doing, or even other people to talk to you. You looked back over at him. He brought his gaze up to meet yours.

“Oh, nothing, soror dulcissima.” He paused. “You know… you know I can sense your feelings, right?”

“Oh- oh my- I’m… I’m so sorry, Aether. If you need some peace and quiet, I’ll happily leave you be. I’m so sorry to disturb you, my Ghoul.” You pleaded to him, your hands in a praying motion as you shifted to face him and grace your apologies.

“No,” He spoke. He brought your face up softly by your chin and forced you to look at him. “I want you to stay… I don’t mind, mea dea.” Your cheeks flushed with red as he spoke, your neck relaxing and allowing him to hold up your head as you were lost in the eyes that you could barely see behind the mask. You then quickly sprung up, as if you were breaking away from being hypnotized.

“Nonsense, I’m sure there are many things here in the chapel that you could do instead. I’m… I’m not quite worth the time.” You offered him a sweet smile, to which he huffed in frustration.

“Obsecro, femina... don’t be obscene. I love talking with you! And don't you dare put yourself down. Do you see yourself? Look at the way your hair lays. The way your lips move. Satanas- the way your hips curve. I would spend a whole eternity talking with you if it meant I got to lay my hands on you once. Fuck, soror. I would take you right here on this chapel floor if you’d allow me.” He let out a low chuckle as a smile remained on his face behind his mask, almost as if he didn’t even realize what he just admitted to you.

Your eyes widened as he spoke. Has he always felt this way? Ever since you joined the Clergy and he first helped you move your things into your room? Since the first Clergy dinner? The first ritual? Oh, Satanas. Have you really been this blind?

“Aether, I-” You started. You thought for a minute, your mind considering all the possible things that you could say to him. You could deny him, and continue to live knowing that the most handsome ghoul in the Clergy wants you… or you could take advantage of the near-empty Abbey. “I suppose now would be the perfect time.” You flirted, your lips parting into a smile.

Aether practically pounced onto you, his hands shooting down to grab your hips. He brought you onto his lap, his hands rolling along your plush sides while he took in the feel of you. He helped you situate onto his lap, his arms wrapping around your waist and your forehead resting on his mask. He sighed deeply as he gave in to holding you and embracing the feeling of another body. He pulled you even closer, his arms squeezing you as if you could fade right out of his grasp. “Amica mea… I’m going to take my mask off, is that okay?” He spoke softly.

“Absolutely, Aeth.” You felt a warm feeling filling your body, and you now knew this wasn't just Aether wanting a body for the night or a sister to please him. He wanted you, he trusted you. His hands left your sides to lift his mask off of his face. He lifted it slowly and then gently placed it on the floor beside the two of you. You could feel a smile grow on your face as you saw him in the warm light of the chapel. “Aether… you’re beautiful-” You hesitantly spoke. He truly was. His grayish skin, pointed ears with a plethora of piercings, horns, a nose ring, and those gorgeous purple eyes. You’d never be able to get enough of him.

He flashed a cocky smile, allowing his fangs to show and his tongue to slip between his teeth. A light blush grazed his skin. “You think so, soror?” He massaged your hips in gentle circles as he waited for an answer, to which you urgently responded yes.

He smiled, his lips quickly joining yours in an unexpected kiss. His arms went back to being around you, and you very willingly leaned your body into his as you hungered for more. You pressed your hips down on his, begging to get some leverage to deepen the kiss. Aether let out a small whine as you rocked down. He grabbed onto your waist, grabbing and bunching up your habit as he went. He used the large slits in the side to his advantage, his hand being able to snake up your legs.

As soon as his cold ring touched your bare hip, you accidentally let out a beautiful, drawn-out moan. Aether’s eyes widened, his hips pushing his clothed dick into you. You giggled as you kissed him, playfulling pulling at his shirt buttons and attempting to get them undone. His hands raised further up underneath your habit, his hands gracing the sides of your panties and following them back to grab ast your ass, then following the curve of your back up to your bra. His claws grazed you softly, barely out in order to not hurt you. “You feel so beautiful in my hands, soror. I could worship you for hours… my own little ritual.” He spoke as he pulled away to look at your face.

You brought your hands away from his now-opened shirt and brought them up to his horns. You’d never seen an unmasked Ghoul this close. Sometimes the ghouls would go without them at night and walk the halls like shadows, but it felt real now. Horns, fangs, catlike eyes, pointed ears… he was so gorgeous. His nose piercing caught in the light. It looked so good on him, complimenting his features well. Your hand traced up and down his horns, feeling their texture and admiring the way they twisted and curved. Aether chucked at you from underneath, smiling as your hands adventured. “So… pretty…” You whispered.

“You're a curious one, aren't you?” Aether teased. You nodded in response, shifting down to run your fingers through his hair. “Let me show you a little more, darling.” Aether shrugged off his shirt, tossing it onto a pew behind him. Hair lined his chest and his defined muscles, yet soft and squishy tummy, became revealed to you. He angled you slightly off of his lap, undoing the buttons of his pants and pushing them down before bringing you to sit down on him again. His bare thighs looked amazing, his whole half-naked body holding you in a trance. You felt severely overdressed, flinging your habit off and throwing it in a direction you couldn't even remember. A small grucifix hung around your neck, sitting in the valley between your tits. Aether practically growled at the sight of you.

He pulled you back into his rough kisses, your warm skin now meeting his. He left one hand on your waist, but brought the other to where your legs met. In between kisses, he happily asked if this was okay, and you responded in excitement. In an instant, he pulled your panties to the side and began rubbing two thick fingers at your entrance. You whined impatiently, your kisses continuing to get needier as you attempted to rock Aether’s fingers into your pussy. Somehow, he moved them perfectly every time and continued to tease. “Say please.” He spoke into your kisses.

“Please, Aether! Please… I want you so bad-” You begged.

“Promise you'll be loud for me, soror?” He kissed along your neck, leaving small bite marks and wet streaks from his tongue.

“Mmm, yes, I’ll be so loud, please!” You whined. Aether continued to lazily run up and down your wet lips as a fanged smile remained on his face.

“Good girl, soror dulcissima.” He praised, his thick fingers pushing into you as you gasped. You pulled him tighter into your chest, muffling your moans as you pressed your mouth against his strong shoulder. His unused hand left your waist and placed a strong slap on your ass, causing you to jolt off of him and quit muffling what he wanted to hear. He drug his fingers in and out of you with a teasing slowness, going deeper and deeper every time until he pressed against that spot that made you scream. He groaned in excitement as you caused his name to echo through the chapel. “You like that, pretty girl? You like my big thick fingers? Fuck, wait til you have my cock-” He teased as your moans grew louder. His fingers were covered in your wetness, dragging in and out of you at a faster speed and leaving lewd sounds to ring out through the hall.

“I want your cock, Aeth! Please, I’ve been so good. I just need youuu.” You begged, attempting to bounce slightly on Aether’s fingers despite his strong hands holding you in place. He gave in instantly, pulling his fingers out of you and smiling at your needy response. You whined at the emptiness in your cunt and waited as Aether shoved his boxers down his legs.

“On your back, pulchra.” He instructed, his strong hands guiding you down onto the cold floor behind you. His hands ran up to your bra, slowly unclasping it and dragging it down your arms. He tossed it behind him as he looked down at your plush body. “Satanas, you're so beautiful… I just can't take it.” He sighed. From where you laid on the floor, you had to angle your head in order to see his cock. Your eyes widened as curiosity got the best of you. He was big, and very very thick. For a moment, you could've sworn you caught the gleam of a laddered piercing, but it could've been your fuzzy, pleasure-drunk head imagining things. “Are you ready, soror dulcissima?” He asked.

“Very.” You assure.

Aether lets out a long, deep sigh as he pushes into you. It’s something gorgeous, and utterly pornographic. His thick cock stretching you gives a beautiful burning feeling, causing you to whine loudly for him. He pauses once he’s completely sheathed in you, a small whimper escaping his lips as he felt the tightness of your walls. The lighting of the chapel allowed for a gorgeous shine on his arms and shoulders, along with a light casting over his unmasked face. He smiled in a way that showed his fangs beautifully, and you caught yourself wishing he would go back to biting along your neck with need as he was doing moments ago.

“Holy fuck, Aeth!” You called out, your head flying back just enough to not hit the chapel floors. “Oh my Satanas- you’re so fucking big!” Your back arched at the sudden pain of him, but your frantic breaths begin to calm as you get used to the feeling.

Aether smiles at your comment, his arms framing either side of your head as he looked down at you. His eyes looked up and down your bare body, admiring every inch of what was available for him to see.You were even more beautiful than he imagined. “Yeah, puella pulchra? Does that feel good?” He teased.

You whined as a weak excuse for a response to Aether’s question, the only thing on your mind being him inside of you. He began to move slowly, the thought of hurting you absolutely devastating to him. You hummed out a pleasant moan, gabbing onto the forearms he had placed beside you and feeling the defined muscle. You could feel each and every drag in and out, the burning heat of his needy cock making you feel brainless. His hips pressed into yours, your legs spreading beautifully for him as you laid under him with love in your eyes. He fucked you faster and faster as he noticed your tightness relax. You allowed yourself to rock back and forth along with him, your tits lightly bouncing along with his thrusts.

“Fuck, look at those pretty tits…” He groans, a hand moving to cup one while he begins massaging gently. He continues to keep his rhythm, his big hand slowly running over your rounded tits before he reached your hardened nipple. He takes a moment to play with it, pressing on it like a button, pinching lightly, and running over it with his thumb. Much to his pleasure, the sensation of him touching you makes you tighten down on his dick with need. “Sordida puella... hoc magnum gallum capiens.” He nearly growled. You couldn't entirely tell what he was saying, but he was definitely pleased by you.

As you moan under his touches, he leans his head down to your chest. A forked tongue comes out of Aether’s mouth, and it’s quickly applied to your tits. Aether licks at your nipples, nibbling little love marks near the bottom of your breasts as he makes his way up to suck on you.

“Aeth! Oh, fuck… yes, fuck, Aether!” You mewl out as Aether continued his tonguing. You can feel him smile a bit against your breasts. He switches between the two, even paying attention to the valley in between as he rams into you with ecstasy. After covering you in pretty markings, he removed his mouth from you with a strong popping sound. He takes a moment to lean back and admire how you look underneath him, your pussy stuffed with thick quintessence ghoul cock, your tits covered in his spit and bite marks, and your hair a mess from his thrusts. You whine sweetly as you wait for him to continue his thrusts.

“Sweet Satanas, you’re perfect. I wish I could mark your beautiful body and claim you…” Aether whispered as he trailed his hands down your frame. He began thrusting again, at a much faster and more brutal pace this time. You let out small little moans in tune with every thrust, furthering the Ghoul's need.

You never considered that… having him mark or claim you. If he hadn’t said that, you wouldn’t have had any idea that he was even interested in marking anyone. That’s a very long commitment, maybe he was just thinking with his dick… you suspected he was just wanting you to be a toy for him, something he could play with when he wanted to. Would he really want something more like that? “Mmm, Aeth! Holy f-fuck…s-stop-” You whined, causing Aether to halt immediately with a confused look on his face.

“What’s wrong, soror? Did I hurt you? I’m so sorry-” He began as he held his head down in the fear of being ridiculed or shamed.

“You don’t… mean that… Do you? The marking? Or claiming?” You spoke. You brought your hands to his face, forcing his gaze into yours. His eyes bore into yours, and you felt like you could easily melt into the chapel floor beneath you. His purple eyes were gorgeous, and his gaze melted when your eyes met. He looked like he was in a trance, like he was completely enchanted by you.

“I do. And I understand if I overstepped anything, you just seem like you would be so sweet to me, and I can't help but imagine how you could take care of me while I’m on tour, or how you could hold me after long days, or how you’d be a spectacular mom based on the way you treat your siblings with such compassion…” He spoke quickly, some words slurring together as if he didn't actually want you to fully hear them all.

“A…mom?” You nearly whispered.

“Fuck yes. I wanna fuck you endlessly, my dear. I want this perfect body to have my fucking babiesss. Ugh, fucckkk-” Aether moaned, his hips involuntarily pressing into yours as he tried to stay still. You both moaned together, both amazingly pleased by the idea of an eternal unison. You told Aether he could keep going, his purple eyes still looking into yours with love. He continued his fast thrusts, his mind half-hazy as his thoughts blurred into one; breed. Thinking of him cumming inside you could keep you dripping with need for years on end. Aether was always a caring man, so it’s no shock that he would go feral for a baby. You both loved it. So you made a choice.

“Mark me, Aether. I wanna be yours.” You heaved as you struggled to speak while also moaning at his brutal thrusts. “Please, Aether. I wanna be yours forever. I’ll give you babies, Aeth. Oh fuccckkk, please mark me, I need it so bad!” You pleaded as you continued to make eye contact with him, his pupils dilating even further. You swore you could feel his cock twitch at your words.

“Holy fuck… you sure, regina mea? Absolutely positive?” Aether looked at you longingly, his eyes wide. His mind was racing, thinking of love and lust and a future with you. He wanted it all.

“Absolutely.” You said with a smile.

That’s all it took. Within seconds, he flipped you onto your stomach and then pulled you up onto all fours by your hips. You whined at the empty feeling inside you when he was forced to pull out, but you quickly let out a loud moan as he forced himself back in deep and hard. “This will hurt, my sweet. I’m sorry.” He halted his movements, his cock still deep inside, and allowed his hand to begin glowing with a purple haze of magic. You looked over your shoulder to see what he was doing, and he began to press his hand down onto your upper back.

Immediately, you felt the most horrible, searing pain. It felt like your whole back was lined with the fires and lavas of hell, and you screamed in agony. You leaned forward onto the floor, your screams echoing through the chapel's tall ceilings as you frantically started to kick your feet and buck your hips in an attempt to escape the pain. This only made it worse, now pressing Aether’s cock further into you as you struggled under his strength.

“You’re taking it beautifully, my love. Just wait a little longer, please. For me, my dear.” Aether leaned into your ear and spoke. Your chest rose up and down rapidly as you began to get used to the pain, it slowly fading away into numbness. This was worth it, you knew it. Aether removed his hand from your back and caressed your sides and hips sweetly. Once the pain was over and your back began to feel cool again, you let out a long whiny sigh. Aether did too. “Oh, sweet Satanas- that is an absolutely gorgeous sight.” From what you could tell, Aether had done some type of magical branding on your skin with his elemental symbol. “This is going to heal beautifully, my love. Everyone is going to know who you belong to. You’ll be mine forever, always by my side.” He smiles deeply as he begins thrusting again, deeper and rougher than ever before.

His pace was brutal, leaving you moaning and whining with every thrust. So many sensations flooded your mind, Aether’s cock fucking you brainless, the marking on your back making him hornier by the second because he knows he's claimed you, your tits brushing against the cold floor…there was just so much. He situated his hands at the top of your thighs, getting an amazing grip on your hips to fuck you as you’ve never felt before. Your moans grew louder and more frantic, your hands gripping the floor with the hope of holding you onto reality. Aether groaned loud and deep and his thrusts got messy.

“Shit shit shit, pulchra… do you want my cum, love? You want me to cum inside?” He continues his pace, grabbing at your hips with ache and need. You couldn't see his face anymore, but he was throwing his head back with desperation and his hair was a beautiful mess.

“Yes, Aeth! Please please please… bona mater liberis tuis ero!” You swore in Latin, Aether groaning as he heard you speak his infernal tongue,

“Fuck, fuck! Te amo! Fuck, es splendidis!” Aether halted deep inside of you after a few final thrusts, his hips spazzing as your walls tightened down on him, your body practically shaking as you succumbed to your orgasm. You moaned and whined for him, feeling him begin to slump down as soon as he released into you. You felt him flood you, mating you just as he wanted.

Aether laid gently on top of you, careful to not use his full weight or touch down on your branding. His chest rose up and down as he scattered kisses along the soft skin of your shoulders. His skin felt blazing hot, but it was comforting in comparison to the cold floor. He pushed his weight off of you after a few moments, his softening dick slipping out of you. He smiled at the sight of your soft, beautiful body on the ground, his cum seeping from between your legs. He brought two tender fingers to the spill, pushing it gently back in. He looked around for where he threw your clothes, quickly getting up and giving them to you. He helped you into your before putting on his, talking you through the whole time and praising your body and your actions from the minutes prior.

He smiled at you like an idiot, pure love in his eyes. “You look like you need a nap in a big ghoul bed, don't you?” He asked, bringing you into his arms and hugging you tightly.

“Mmhmm.” You mumbled.

“Perfect. Let’s go, soror dulcissima.” He lifted you, his hands reaching beneath your shoulders and under your knees, and his strong arms carrying you all the way back to his bedroom for a night of kisses, cuddles, snacks, and movies.

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wheresmymilliondollarman · 11 months

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aaron warner x ferrars! reader pt. 4

(continuation from part three)

who knew running a new country was so hard? spoiler alert: apparently everyone but you and your sister. your asylum days never looked so simple.

a/n: hi… i’m back 🔥🔥 i’d like to start by apologizing for the stupid long wait. it was unfair to my readers and i swear i had no intention to leave people waiting. i genuinely forget sometimes people really like my writing </3 and i truly am grateful to the people who read. let’s jus say i have been busy and yet so unmotivated for the littlest things. i won’t bore w the details i’m sure y’all are jus happy i finally posted part 4. again REALLY sorry for the wait and pls enjoy. also now adding borders to my fics (ill edit the old ones too)

word count: 9k

warnings: few plot changes, fights and feuds, violence and blood mention, castle slander, angst, buzzcut aaron 😣😣😣

things were finally looking up for the rebellion. you'd manage to overthrow the supreme commander and his army, the reestablishment no longer ruled over your part of the land - making it open to new possibilities of government.

you never wished you paid attention in your social studies classes until now.

there were so many regulations you had to learn, matters you had to discuss, and, of course, the never-ending paperwork. your least favorite part. it didn't help you were behind on learning the fancy terminology for topics. 'can't people ever just say what they mean?'

juliette's optimism for being a leader was diminishing every time she had to meet with castle on strategy. he poorly disguised his disapproval of leadership upon every encounter.

but you learned to ignore it along the way. it wasn't as if he was ever the perfect leader either, plus you'd get the gist of the whole leadership thing soon. you silently prayed.

in the midst of all the responsibilities, you had to keep aaron from killing kenji most of the time. they were originally getting on somewhat friendly enough terms, but that was before the incident occurred.

that day, kenji barged in with urgency into your room as you were looking over papers. he went on to say there was a 'serious' problem, and you worriedly assumed it had to do with the reestablishment. but it instead involved your boyfriend.

"seriously kenji? i thought we were under attack or someone died!"

"someone will die if you don't handle your boyfriend right now. hopefully better than you've been handling being supreme comm-" kenji was cut off by the click of a gun.

"i dare you to finish your sentence."

with the barrel to his head, kenji quickly defended his words with the barrel to his head. aaron and him bickered back and forth. kenji turned to you for help, but all you did was shrug and mouth 'karma.' then he hit kenji's head with said gun.

"okay, that's enough, can someone explain to me what the issue is here?"

"this is the issue." aaron then turned to reveal chunks of different sizes along the back of his head. you gasp at his ruined hair.

"oh my god, kenji what the hell did you do?"

"i gave him a trim just like he asked!"

this made another argument burst out between the two. kenji denying his mistake and aaron picking the gun back up and threatening to kill him.

"aaron put the gun down."

aaron reluctantly does so, but his glare at kenji doesn't drop.

"phew, thanks, princess."

"kenjii since you "trimmed" warner's hair, i think it's only fair that he does the same to yours." you proclaim.

kenji looks toward you in horror, "no way!"

aaron wastes no time in going to the bathroom and returning with a razor. he gives him a terrifying smile, "i'm only going to trim the edges."

kenji bolted out of the room a second later, complaining about favoritism on the way out.

aaron ended up having no choice but to shave the rest of his hair, leaving him with a military-style buzz cut. you would mourn the longer hair, but truthfully, it did nothing to tarnish his looks.

sector 45, after sending several invitations, finally received a rvsp for an international leadership conference held at your sector. from oceania, is what delalieu told you and juliette.

you started to come to the realization about the lack of history you knew about warner. sure, you knew him deeply now, but you knew so little about his past. castle made it evident when he mentioned to you and juliette his possible connection to oceania's leaders. castle, annoyingly, did not disclose anymore and insisted aaron needed to be the one to tell. yet, he judged how little you both knew about oceania.

warner being immersed into his work left little time for that. while aaron had been helpful in your learning some etiquettes, he'd been closing off his emotions since he father's death. even after many attempts of trying to get him to open up, he vowed he was okay. you had a slim to none chance of prying information about oceania from him.

you felt lost and angry. for being supreme commanders, you and juliette seemed to be almost always out of the loop. castle regarded you as experiments, seeing how two naive teenage girls could survive being leaders. the rest of the world wasn't any different.

you offered the idea of just reading castle's mind, but juliette thought it could lead to mistrust toward you. she believed you both needed to remain calm for the moment, which is what you have done so far. but you were getting a bit bitter playing nice for so long.

at times you felt juliette left you of the leadership issues. she insisted to be the one to tackle meetings and discussion with castle, she sometimes gave answers before even discussing it with you, and even delalieu seemed to report everything to her first before it got to you. you would never bring it up, and just wrote it off as her still getting the hang of everything. but in the back of your mind you worried it was only a foreshadow.

on the way to see the new headquarters, castle rushed to you. he begged you and juliette to reconsider taking warner with you to greet the guest downstairs. you had no clue what he was on about, but played along and told him warner wasn't needed. you quickly caught on to the situation.

you rushed back to your room, put on what you deemed appropriate clothing and freshened up your hair and face. you were still putting on your shoes when you left.

on the way, you thought about how odd it was juliette didn't even bother to inform you. even if you were busy, you both had pagers to contact one another for important events such as this one.

you hear sounds of greetings as you approach the reception. you luckily hadn't missed out on much.

you see kenji along side juliette and feel a pang of betrayal. juliette was subtly shocked and kenji was confused to see you. but you cover it up with a smile as you turn to see the guest.

"apologies for my delay, i was held up with some prior matters." you hold a hand out, "it's a pleasure to meet you, i'm y/n."

the guest introduces himself as haider, and you can't help but notice a glint of recognition as he looks you over.

but that was forgotten as you came to find out haider wasn't aware of the fact sector 45 had another supreme commander as it wasn't mentioned on the invitation. you told him it must've been a mistake, but you threw a questioning glance to juliette.

you felt yourself get lost as the meeting when on. haider didn’t make it discreet he knew warner very well. he made a brief comment on his relationship with the other supreme commander children.

“i’ve got to say, when i first heard about warner being involved with a girl — i had strong doubts. he has never been the relationship type. unless you count lena. oh, but i’m sure you know all about her by now. they were together for almost two-years after all.”

you had no idea who lena was, but you had a strong sense you wouldn’t like the answer. haider had obviously knew this, and faked ignorance with his comment.

“oh. he hasn’t mentioned his ex-girl friend?”

your heart dropped. you glanced at kenji and juliette from the side of your eyed and they held the same face of surprise. you did your best to remain unphased with a polite smile.

“must’ve just not been important enough to discuss. like right now. i’d prefer if we got back on track of the topic instead of digging into my personal relations.”

if haider was impressed or offended he didn’t show and shifted subjects. you tried your best to listen in as juliette spoke with him about dinner, but the thought of warner having an ex-girlfriend floated around in your mind for the rest of the meeting.

the second haider left the room, and you all burst into a discussion for the next step. dinner would be in less than an hour, and you were still filled in with little to no information about haider and his intentions. you knew the next step would be for you to talk to aaron about it, but you weren’t sure you could be alone with him with this newfound information about his past. you got juliette and kenji to come along with you to question him under the excuse that it would be easier than relaying whatever he told you.

before you three could do that, you didn’t forget their actions before this meeting. you knew it would be the worst time to discuss especially with how limited time was, but you spoke without thinking when you saw juliette heading towards the door.

“why didn’t you tell me about this meeting?”

she sighs and brushes you off saying it wasn’t the most important subject right now. but you already begin, so you thought you might as well get some answers, and pushed her for an explanation.

“we’re suppose to be in this together, how could you leave me in the dark—”

“because i didn’t think you could handle it, and quite frankly, castle agreed with me.”

“what?” you were dumfounded by her response.

“you’ve been so unruly lately, and i get it doing this whole supreme commander thing has been challenging — but i couldn’t afford anything with this meeting.”

“unruly? just because i don’t want to listen to every little thing castle says. news flash, he’s made it quite clear he doesn’t support us leading sector 45.”

“he knows far more than us, we should take what he says wisely.”

“j has a point y/n, castle has a lot of experience—” kenji intercepts.

“shut up! you’re just as guilty as juliette. i thought we were friends and then you help juliette hide this meeting from me!” you spit at kenji.

he stays silent, for once. but it says more than enough for you. you turn your bitterness back to your sister.

“was it his idea to only put down you as the supreme commander on the invitations, too?”

“yes.” she reluctantly admits. “castle wasn’t sure if the idea of two supreme commanders would go well over with orher sectors. i swear, y/n, i only found out once they were already sent.”

you didn’t care for reasoning. you were angry at it all. “i agreed to do this for you! it was you wanted us to do this together! ”

“and maybe i’m starting to regret that.”

your face dropped. juliette’s eyes widened as she realized the weight of her words. but it was too late to apologize.

you scoff, “alright. fine. go ahead and do it yourself. go and question warner about haider yourself and talk to castle and beg for his help for dinner. because i’m done being supreme commander. but it’s not like i ever was, right?”

you can’t help but leave a final comment before you stalk out the door, “you know what’s funny? i found out about the meeting because castle wanted me to tell you to not do it on your own, to bring warner, he said. guess you’re unruly to him too.”

with limited options of locations juliette, kenji, or warner wouldn’t be able to find you, you had to resort to being hiding in your old room you were once held captive in.

now less clouded by anger, you facepalmed yourself. perhaps just quitting being supreme commander had been a rash decision. you weren’t even quite sure if you could just quit like that. but you would rather be jobless than take back your words to juliette.

maybe she was right, you are quite unruly. but you had no plans to admit it to her.

you thought back to aaron. you wanted his comfort, but you still were upset about the ex-girlfriend situation. even if you said it was important, you had somewhat of a right to know when your boyfriend was in a past relationship.

you hated how castle was right about how much you lack knowledge about aaron’s history. and you know you should probably be there with kenji and juliette talking to aaron, but you were too prideful, and a little embarrassed to do so.

so you collected yourself as made your way back to your room (taking twists and turns to avoid anyone you didn’t want to see) to prepare yourself mentally and physically for the dinner to come.

unfortunately for you, aaron was sitting on your bed waiting for your return when you stepped into the room. you we’re unsure on how to greet him since he likely was informed about earlier events through juliette and kenji.

“oh my god, you scared me.”

“my apologies, amor. but i had to see you after you you didn’t arrive with kenji and juliette when they went to ask me about haider.”

you went into your closet as he spoke from your bed, picking out a nice dress for dinner. “got into a fight with them and it didn’t end well. then i dramatically quit being supreme commander.” you explained nonchantly.

he was taken aback, “you quit? just like that?”

“yeah.” you confirm walking out the closet with a lilac dress on arm, “you think this’ll be good enough, or it it too much?”

“you’ll look astonishing as always. but don’t change the topic, what happened to that headstrong nature of yours i admire? you can’t just give up after a silly fight.”

you groan, and toss the dress on tour bef next to him, “i really don’t want to talk about it right now. can’t you just tell me what shoes go with this dress?”

“amor.” aaron stands up and interwines his hands in yours, “please don’t shut me out.”

you bitterness rose back up at his words and you drop aaron’s hands. “that’s ironic coming from you.”

“amor, please don’t pick a fight with me.”

“castle once told me i didn’t know you as well as i thought. and he’s right, aaron. any mention of your past and you close right up.”

aaron sighs, “i’m not an open person, you know this. it’s harder for me to talk about my personal life than it is for you. but i mean it when i say i am trying for you.”

“really? then why didn’t you even bother to mention you knew haider. or how about the fact you have an ex-girlfriend! you know how embarrassing it was for someone from a different continent to tell you more than you knew about your boyfriend?”

“lena?” he asks furrowing his brows. “she was barely a girlfriend. haider likely only mentioned her to rile you up and it’s working, so please calm down.”

“oh my god. there you go again! you want to just sweep it under the rug, and i’m tired of it. all i want is a little more openness from you.”

“i have been open, there’s no one closer to my heart than you. please understand that just certain subject are—“

“hard to talk about, yeah i’ve got that.” you exasperated. “i just think it’s important to mention a two-year relationship.”

“it was purely physical.”

your heart stings. “so, physical relationships just mean nothing to you? everything physical we’ve shared hasn’t meant anything to you?”

“that’s not what i meant. i was different back then!”

you turn around, “just go warner. i’d like to be alone right now before dinner.”

aaron didn’t anything else, he knew your word was final. not because of his sense of your emotions, but by the fact you used his last name.

in less than an hour you managed to fight with every person close to you. and you had to see said people at dinner in less than ten minutes. somehow, you blamed castle for your luck.

delalieu knocked on your door to escort you to dinner. you weren’t sure of aaron had told him to or perhaps he had pity that you would be entering alone. either way you were happy to walk with someone you weren’t upset with.

luckily, you had arrived before the guests did. but unluckily, kenji, juliette, and aaron were already there. your usual spot was next to aaron and infront of juliette, kenji sometimes next to you or her. but juliette sat at the head of the table now, kenji to her right and aaron to her left. you had no choice but to awkwardly sit next to warner due to the limited seating. plus you’d rather not show haider theres issues amongst you four.

kenji and juliete silently conversed, your sister ignored you fully while kenji glimpsed at you with a small frown. you could feel aaron turn in your direction, but your gaze focused on the empty seat next to you.

haider arrived shortly, greeted aaron first with a hug, one aaron was visibly discomforted by. then discreetly spoke, both using arabic tongues. which none of you knew he had. ypu almost choke on nothing as he casually reveals aaron know seven languages. the rest of you greeted him curtly, and he took a seat in front of you.

haider wasn’t the only guest at the dinner, his sister nazeera showing up was a bit of a surprise to the rest of you.

nazeera is gorgeous, with her smooth carmel complexion, dark eyes and strong features. her face held diamonds percing; two on her eyebrow and one below her lip. she wore a wrap that covered her whole hair, and it did nothing to lessen her beauty — it enhanced it.

she stared at juliette before she turned to you. you were unsure of the expression she held, and part of you wanted to just find out yourself, but you knew better.

both you and juliette stood up to greet her, and she accepted politely. she gave aaron a mere nod then proceeded to sit down next to you, instead of her brother. but if anything it gave you more of a reason to not talk to the people beside you.

aaron started the conversation about her scraf, but kenji was the one who made an offhanded comment regarding her head scarf, which you learned was called a hijab, claiming it was banned to wear them since it was stabled with religion. nazeera didn’t shy away from answering, she stood her stance and didn’t care for reestablishment rules despite being a supreme commander’s daughter.

nazeera has a sharp tongue and kenji was not prepared for it. you tried to hide you smile as kenji got more flustered with his words. she was highly more likable than her brother.

“are all the other supreme commander kids like this?” you ask her.

“only the ones who aren’t insufferable.” she stands up from her seat, “so, no,” she tells you with a wink. nazeera then announces her departures and leaves the dining table.

you had a good feeling about her. and even though you and juliette were at odds, you knew she also admired nazeera already.

aaron and kenji bickered a bit before haider bid his goodbyes. aaron took the liberty of escorting him to his quarters. a job that likely should’ve been done by you or juliette, but frankly, you didn’t like the guy much to care.

now juliette, kenji, and you sat in an awkward silence. part of you wanted to mend things with your sister, but majority of you felt she should take the first step. kenji looked ready to say something, but held his tongue.

you figured it was the most you’ll get, so you mumbled a goodbye and headed off to your room.

half way there, you stopped. even if you felt you were the one in the right, you were ready to make the first move if it meant rehashing things with your sister and best friend. you rerouted back to the dining room.

before you could enter, you heard talking. you peeked through the slit of the open door and saw nazeera, juliette, and kenji talking.

suddenly, and ugly feeling boiled in your stomach. seeing them all conversing (mainly juliette and nazeera because kenji was mixing his words) made you realize how perfect the three looked together. almost natural. it made you think of how easy it would be to replace you. nazeera would be the one teasing and messing with kenji. nazeera would be the sister you imagined juliette wished she had instead — one who was confident, witted, and courageous. everything you lacked these days.

maybe they just didn’t need you nearly as much as you needed them.

you couldn’t even place your vexation on nazeera. you just met her today, and she was already someone you knew was amazing as she presented herself.

you never entered the dining room. you left before anyone could notice you dejectedly walking away.

the following morning wasn’t better. delalieu knocked on your just as the sun was starting to rise, your restless sleep did nothing to help wake you up. he informed you you’d been invited to accompany haider, and nazeera would likely be joininng. you nodded, thanked him, and sent him on his way.

as soon as the door closed, you grabbed the nearest pillow and screamed into it. haider was already being a pain, and it was his second day.

worst part was, delalieu failed to mention haider had also invited others.

you were unpleasantly surprised to see all three of the people you quarreled with arriving after you.

you weren’t sure who to walk aside. but on instinct you stood next to aaron before you could remember your vendetta. juliette was on one side of haider and you were on the other. nazeera and kenji followed closely behind.

it was unbearably silent the first few steps, there wasn’t a word uttered. the tension would’ve needed a axe to cut.

you couldn’t help but peek at aaron from the side of your eye. you quickly looked forward when you accidentally made eye contact. he sighed quietly after. you hated how badly you had to clench your fist to prevent yourself from latching it onto his.

haider broke the silence. he asked warner if he would be attending the continental symposium. you and juliette only knew briefly about it. no one ever mentioned the nature of the event to either of you.

but when juliette inferred haider about it, you both realized how big the event was.

“i wasn’t sure whether you’d both attend since the late supreme commander anderson has never attended public gathering.”

“we’ll both very much be there.” you add in quickly.

“of course, we aren’t hiding from the world,” juliette adds in, “when will it be?”

haider’s eye slightly widened as if she asked an incredulous question. but it made sense after he revealed it would be in two days. he innocently answered, but you knew he was satisfied having caught juliette off guard.

“it’s really my fault for that. juliette’s been so diligent with managing all other issues i thought it would be better if i took it off her shoulder’s and handled it. but silly me, i’d forgotten to keep her posted on the date.”

you jumped in with an excuse to defend your sister because even if you two weren’t on good terms, you wouldn’t let someone try to toy with her.

juliette looks to you grateful for the help, and you give her a small smile in return.

aaron added in, “she’s right, we’re finalizing the program with delalieu today, who is hard at work planning the details.”

you give his hand a tight squeeze as a ‘thank you’. but as you try to let go, aaron’s hand engulfs your tightly to stop you. you try to wiggle your hand a little, but eventually it it be.

you bite the inside of your cheek to keep you from smiling.

aaron asks haider for his plans during the remainder of his stay. he mentions catching up with old friends then goes on to say juliette and you must’ve received numerous invitations from the other kids of supreme commanders.

“we haven’t gotten the whole group together in far too long,” haider says.

you raise a brow, “whole group? just how many of you are there?”

suddenly everyone stops as haider’s demeanor goes from unauthentic sincerity to ice cold. it almost scares you.

he harshly grabs aaron’s arm,wretching your hands apart, and pulls him forward. haider asks angrily if he’s shared little to nothing about ‘them’ with you.

“you turn your back on us for this — this child? how stupid could you be? you have to know it won’t end well, i promise you that.”

“hey! let go.” you protest.

haider scoffs and ignores you. “i thought it couldn’t be true you’d fallen for a psychotic girl’s insignificant freak sister. i defended you, just to find out it all true. what the hell happened to you?”

you’d had enough shoved him away with your gift, hard enough to cause him to stumble back a little.

haider was stunned by the sudden force then notices the red aura from your hand.

“what did you just do?”

you shrug, “how could a child like me do something? but if you touch him like that again you’ll end up just like the last supreme commander. i promise you that.”

“is that a threat?”

“why don’t you find out?”

haider laughs, almost delighted by the fact you threatened to basically kill him. everyone else unintentionally lets out a breathe they didn’t know they were holding, especially juliette who had been ready to intervene.

haider requested to speak with aaron alone, promising to keep his hands to himself. you and aaron shared a look, and you knew he’d be alright. he gives you a smile that was made for you, and you return it.

the fight from the say before was long forgotten. you knew no matter how many fights you’d have, you’d do almost anything for him.

part of you still hoped for a grand apology, but this would be more than enough. now, you hoped to eventually make amends with the other two.

you walked off, not quite sure the destination. you figured you might as well go on a walk yourself since the planned one got disrupted. but a hand grabbed your arm to stop you.

“hey, uhm,” it’s juliette’s voice, “do you think we could talk? i mean..later because we’re all so busy and obviously you have stuff to do-“

“yeah.” you smile, “i’d like that.”

you both share heartfelt grins. you wave at kenji and nazeera from your spot and walk back toward the base. this time, with a happier kick in your step.

a good few steps in — you felt it, an abrupt change in the environment. it was almost too eerie, and you realized there was no one in sight, not even the guards who are meant to follow you from a generous distance.

you came to the conclusion it was no accident when the first shot punctured your shoulder. the second through your side.

you scream in agony to as you attempt to flee from the open, but more bullets ensue. you manage to block a few with your energy, but the pain was painful enough to leave some to hit your busy, such as your thigh. but the one that made you topple over was a bullet near the chest, in almost the same spot anderson once shot you.

you managed to block it before it was a fatal hit, but it hit you enough to be painful and draw blood.

you were half conscious, the world foggy and blurry in your eyes. you felt someone approach you and kneel down to tower over your defenseless body. a sudden pressure on your neck woke you up enough to understand this person was choking you to kill you.

you used whatever energy you had left to try and push the person off of you. the lack of oxygen and the increase of black spots made it hard for you to focus on pushing the person off.

your adrenaline kicked in to created enough power to get the man off of you. as soon as he groan in pain, you started to feebly crawl away from the perpetuator. your blood likely dragging on the concrete now. but they composed fast, and grabbed onto your ankle. you fid what you could and grabbed the nearest rock and hit them on the head with it. but ir wasn’t enough to stop them from grabbing you again.

at that point you were worn out, too tired to even move a muscle. the loss of blood was starting to make you woozy, and the bullets seemed far more painful than you remembered. you couldn’t register you were on the verge of death.

but the pressure on your neck never returned. instead came the noises of violent punches and broken bones. a new person crouched beside you, you knew they meant you no harm as they assessed your wounds and chanted assuring words.

in your deliriousness, you babbled on about how they looked like your friend kenji, one whom you fought with and missed so much.

“i’m sure your friend misses you too.” kenji responds, doing his best to keep you awake.

you blacked when another person, stronger than the first, carefully carried you and rushed toward the base.

in the medical bay, you were in and out of consciousness. you remember sara and sonya hurriedly tending you, kenji freaking out in the back, and aaron worriedly beside you. your first thought was, ‘where’s juliette?’

unbeknownst to you at the time, juliette was getting her wounds treated as well. she had been shot too, but not nearly as fatal as you. she was caught off guard alone as well, but her attacker only aimed to disable her. nazeera had been near by when she heard the commotion and saved her.

juliette was shot moments before you, and aaron believed it was worked as a distraction so your assailant could successfully kill you.

kenji was the one to find you. after juliette had been injured, he went to find you and arrived in the nick of time.

it took almost two days before you could wake up fully without passing out every minute. the first face you saw was aaron — who was already at your beside, holding your hand tightly — almost like he was praying.

when he noticed you’d woken up, his face became relaxed. he pecked you on the lips before badgering you with questions about your state. you assured him you were alright, and had to repeat it over and over.

your body still ached greatly due to the poison laced in the bullets sara and sonya explained to you. your wounds were healed, but there were still possibility of hallucinations from the poison.

after asking for your sister, sara had informed you of her situation, but quickly told you she was alright after seeing your worried eyes.

the culprits had been caught and sent to the holding cells, but they had refused to cooperate. meaning there was zero information on who was behind both your attacks.

aaron was monitoring you intently, when you sat up he rushed to help. he hadn’t stopped holding onto you since you woke up, as if you’d disappear if he let go. his eyes were red-rimmed, but you didn’t comment on it.

you felt bad for giving him a near-death scare again, and berated yourself for leaving yourself vulnerable. even worse, since your sister had also been hurt. aaron put the blame on himself for leaving you unattended.

no matter what you said, warner seemed distraught. his eyes told you there was more to the issue, he was holding back. as he remembered what the issue was, he grew distant. his grip on your hand loosened.

“is everything okay?”

“as long as you’re okay, amor.” he smiles but it doesn’t reach his eyes. “i have to speak with you about something.”

“about what?”

“not here. let’s get you out of here and cleaned up before we talk.”

you nod. you were more than ready to get out the the med bay. your thoughts went to the coming symposium, with you and juliette being temporarily mia, there was likely a plethora of things still needed to get done.

you were happy to finally get a chance to shower. the grime and blood were now down the drain. once done, you changed and went back into your room where aaron was waiting.

before he could get a word in, you embraced him tightly, and he didn’t hesitate to hold you. after almost dying, you just wanted the comfort of aaron. kenji would call you crazy for putting ‘comfort’ and ‘aaron’ in the same sentence.

you kiss him, after what’s felt like forever. it’s not fiery or rushed, but deliberate and emotional. everything was gone from your surrounding for a moment, it was just the two of you. you felt safe. but then aaron pulled away from you, and held onto your hands.

“amor, i need to tell you something. it’s important.” his eyes are looking at everywhere but you.

“you can tell me anything.” you reassure.

he takes a deep breath, running a hand through his blonde hair. your nerves begin to spike, you’ve never seen aaron so hesitant to speak, he’s almost scared.

“i’ll start from the beginning.”

and he did. he told you the start of the reestablishment, their campaigns, ideals, and plans to take over. then, he shifts to the ‘unnatural’s’ and how after they were discovered, they were exploited by the reestablishment.

aaron tells you about two girls who were willingly given over to the reestablishment to be experimented and tested on. you were getting confused on where the conversation was going.

“aaron, why are you explaining all this?”

“because one of those girls is juliette.”

you didn’t know what to say, you were thrown into a loop you still weren’t fully comprehending.

“i don’t understand..”

“the parents you lived with weren’t your biological ones. y/n, you’re both adopted.”

your reality was warped in a matter of seconds. you never felt connected to your ‘parents’, but finding out you came from a different family?

“w-wait… so the people juliette and i lived with for almost our entire lives aren’t our parents?” aaron nods.

“so where are our biological parents? are they alive? wait… who’s the other girl you mentioned before?”

your head was jumbled up, you were trying to get so many answering at once while still trying to process.

aaron closes his eyes for a second before the green is visible again. “that other girl is juliette’s sister. but it’s not you, amor. you and juliette are not biologically related.”

you were frozen, as if time itself had stopped. you free from aaron’s hands and distance yourself. everything had change.

aaron keeps speaking, saying he only knew of juliette’s real sister and parents and sister until recently. castle was the one who told him the information to put the pieces together. castle was the one who urged him to tell you because the reestablishment was was coming, very soon.

“there was no record of you before you were adopted, i had always assumed it was only juliette adopted. it was only after you came here and i ran your dna, along with juliette’s, did i find yours different from your parents.”

juliette wasn’t actually your sister. the parents and girl you grew up with aren’t related to you at all. everytime you talked to aaron about were grateful for juliette as a sister, he knew the truth the whole time.

it took you five minute of speak again. you didn’t care for the rest at the moment, you still had to have another question of yours answered.

“if juliette’s biological parents work for the reestablishment, where are mine?”

“i swear, i had no idea-“

“please. just tell me.”

the more you heart, the more your heart shatters. to stay and watch over sector 45 while his father left to the capital, anderson had him prove himself. it started with emmaline, juliette’s real sister. he was in charge of her imprisonment and torture. but then his father sent him one more task before he was supreme commander.

anderson transported a man and woman to sector 45, aaron was commanded to get information, by any means, out of them. it went on for a year, until anderson saw no value in keeping them anymore.

his father ordered a public execution, and aaron did as he was told. only when finding a journal of his father just hours before you woke up did he get the identity of those people. your parents.

it was the final straw to send you spiraling. you don’t know if you got on the floor or started yelling first. aaron knelt down next to you, trying to soothe you, but it was only making it worse.

you don’t even feel the tears are running down your face. aaron apologizes over and over saying, no matter how many times you told him to stop. you could only keep saying ‘why?’ over and over.

‘why did you keep this from me?’

‘why didn’t you tell me sooner?’

when aaron tried holding you, you roughly shoved him away. his touch no longer felt loving. instead, it became poisonous.

“don’t touch me.”

“amor, please. i love you, so much.”

“you don’t know how to love anyone. you’re a fucking coward.”

the room was suffocating you. you felt trapped and had to get out of there. you got up and booked it out the door, not stopping when aaron called out your name.

you keeping running and let your legs guide you to your destination. the moment you spotted the white door, you came to a halt.

you barge in with no warning, startling the two people in the room. you take big step toward your target and, without hesitation, you slap castle.

“oh my god— what the hell, y/n!”

kenji’s presence does nothing to stop you, “did you have your kicks keeping secrets from us this entire time?”

castle sighs, now unphased by your violence, “i assume warner told you.”

“we trusted you! and all you did was keep us in the dark about our own fucking life!”

“what the hell is going on?”

“does juliette know?”

“i talked to her not long before warner went to you.”

‘oh god,’ you thought. you worried that was the reason juliette has lacked to see you since you’ve woken up.

“miss ferrars, it was not my intention to cause pain to your or your sis— juliette.”

his error struck a nerve, “no, but it was your intention to be a liar and snake, screw you.”

you stormed out in a rage, not before doing a 180 on castle’s desk. you hoped he’d have the worst time cleaning up.

you ran. out of his office and out of the compound. away from it all. you finally stopped after being knee-deep into a forest.

not caring for your surroundings, you sat down on the nearest large rock. it was then you realized how much energy you exhausted. you took in deep breaths to regain your breathing stability. the oxygen filled your lung helped to calm you down for the first time in the past hour.

with no one around, you finally had the time to think straight without anger and despair clouding your judgement. you weren’t even sure if you could exhaust anymore tears.

but it turned out you did. going through the events of the past hour, didn’t help with processing as you thought it would. it only made you relive the heart-ache.

took half an hour to calm down your sobbing. but it was oddly comforting doing it in a place no one would hear you.

you decided didn’t wanna focus on everything you learned. not on aaron. not on being adopted. not on juliette not being your sister. not on your parents being dead before you got the chance to meet them.

you focused on what you could control — the coming continental symposium. it would be in less than a day. you had nothing prepared, not even attire; much less a speech.

you had no idea how you could show up and presume your personality from before. how could you face the supreme commander kids in a state like this? your thoughts wondered to juliette on what her plan would be. but then it hit you; how was juliette handling it?

when you thought about it, you hadn’t seen her all day. she didn’t see you when you woke up, nor before you and aaron talked. she likely didn’t take this news lightly, especially regarding her sister.

thinking about juliette having a sister, that wasn’t you, was painful. your bond wouldn’t be the same. you weren’t blood, juliette no longer had a reason to stand by your side.

despite telling yourself not to, you thought back to warner. his betrayal hurt deeper than castle’s. how could you trust him again? you couldn’t. it was over.

time passed like nothing being amongst nature. the once light blue sky, turned orange with pink hues, signaling the end of the day. you knew you couldn’t hide forever. you had to find juliette.

if your theory was right then juliette was not in her room. you brainstormed possible locations when you bumped into kenji.

“y/n? thank god, everyone’s been worried about where you went, and juliette—“

“where juliette? i need to see her now.”

“y/n… warner told me everything. i know it must be hard for you both, but i think typu both need some spac—“

you snap, “just tell me where she is kenji!”

“she’s not in the best state.”

“take me to her. now.”

kenji reluctantly leads you to the door of anderson’s office. when you saw it was locked, you pounded on the wood relentlessly.

“c’mon, let’s just go.” kenji persists.

“juliette! open the door!”

“go away.”

“juliette, please let me in. i wanna talk.”

“i don’t wanna speak to you.”

“well, i do.”

“you’re not my real sister, so leave me alone!”

“fine,” you scoff, “hopefully you treat your new sister a lot better than your treating me right now.”

“fuck you.”

“fuck you too!” you throw back.

“…bad time to say i told you so?”

you rolled your eyes at kenji’s remark and walk away. your anger resurged, and you needed somewhere to blow off steam. training room had been unfortunate to be your victim.

when you saw no one in sight, you took it as a sign to proceed. in a matter of seconds, objects where tossed across the room through your levitation. weights were scattered, some broken, benches were bent out of shape, even a few treadmills weren’t so kindly spared. you’d feel bad about the damage later, but it felt so good in that moment to get angry.

it was dark outside when your adrenaline was closing to nothing. your only had energy to sit on a mat laid across the floor. you figured you’d take a quick power nap before going back to your room to sleep.

as soon as you closed you eyes, you were passed out. you’d hadn’t realized just how much of your energy you exerted.

aaron warner was getting back from his debriefing with delalieu, when the open door of the training room caught his eyes.

he was more than dismayed to see the damage done to what once was the training center. he was irritated that he’d have to replace basically all equipment. aaron assumed there was violent fight that happened, but then his eyes fell upon your form sleeping soundly on the floor.

now, he was more impressed than annoyed at the damage done. he would’ve been slightly proud of he wasn’t the reason for you to lash out so brutally.

aaron picked up your limp body in his arms, and carried you off to bed; taking advantage of holding you again. because he wasn’t sure the next time he’d be able to.

you were disoriented after waking up in your room, wondering how you ended up in your room when you’d fell asleep in the training room. you threw the possibly of sleeping walking to bed in, but then decides you didn’t care much for finding out.

it had been much later than you anticipated, and you were surprised no one woke you up. you dressed swiftly and headed out the door, despite a dreading feeling brewing in your gut.

first stop was to find delalieu, who actually found you first. he informed you the arrival of the newest guests and listened as he listed name. you stopped when he uttered the word ‘lena.’

“lena? as in warner’s ex-girlfriend?”

delalieu says nothing, but his eyes are looking at the ground. ‘so that’s a yes.’

great, you thought. you broke up less than twenty four hours ago and his ex already shows up.

then delalieu tells you juliette is already greeting guests, so your presence is not mandatory. he likely knows all of yesterday’s events, including your fight with her, so he’s likely trying to prevent conflict before the symposium.

a stronger person would’ve bitten the bullet and showed up anyway. but you weren’t that stronger person today. you would take to chance to avoid people you didn’t wanna see at any point.

perhaps it was a coward’s way, but you believed after everything, you were entitled to have at least one day.

you busied yourself in the office of your room; approving symposium plan and decor, looking through letters, and going through anderson’s old files — provided by delalieu.

kenji came to see you three hours before the symposium. you pretended to not here it the first couple times he knocked, but he was annoyingly persistent.

you weren’t mad at kenji, he didn’t know anything before you. but didn’t mean seeing him was easy, his presence always reminded you of juliette. you three had always hung out. now he was stuck in the middle.

kenji told you nazeera wanted to speak with you, so you granted her permission to enter. nazeera was quick to her point and told you the reestablishment’s plan; destroying sector 45. she advised you and juliette presented yourself strong at the event, to show everyone you’re a formidable enemy. plus, there was the possibility of sudden danger because of the plans the reestablishment had for juliette and you.

you found sudden danger was just always a given in your life.

you weren’t sure how you and juliette could show up united, you both were at odds and still processing everything you’ve been told. it would be nearly impossible to act as if nothing has changed.

were you even still supreme commander? you weren’t sure you ever ‘unquit’.

but, differences would have to be put aside. because everyone will be watching for your next move. and it may or may not lead to the demise of sector 45.

you missed just shooting and punching enemies.

kenji stuck around after nazeera left. you both discussed the danger to come. then, he filled you in on anything you missed, juliette’s buzzcut, warner sulking, the new guests, and, your favorite, lena being humbled by juliette.

apparently, she’d been ‘eager’ to meet you and asked juliette about your whereabouts. she referred to you as an ‘ex-girlfriend’ is what kenji told you. how she knew about the break up, you had no idea.

juliette looked her up and down before telling her you don’t waste your time with other insignificant to you.

you couldn’t help but laugh, maybe you were judging lena before knowing her, but based on that interaction; it told you enough.

once kenji left to get ready, you decided you’d do the same.

your nerves spiked the closer it got time for the big event. you spent a good hour deciding what would be best to wear. you hadn’t realized you relied on warner for fashion help until that moment.

you settled on a floor-length gown with beautiful embroidered and beaded details. you tried to avoid putting any accessories gifted to you by warner, but it was nearly impossible.

you attempted a makeup look, and you thought you did a pretty good job. and if not, kenji never frayed from being brutally honest to your face.

a guard knocked at your door to alert you that it was time. you cross your finger before exiting the room. time to face everyone you’d been avoiding.

everyone who was to go to the symposium was gathered outside the base, awaiting the vehicle to take them to the meeting location. as expected, everyone was dressed formally.

warner was quick to spot you and hurriedly walked to you. you power walked to get away from him, and hopefully find someone you liked at the moment. but, nonetheless, he caught up to you.

“i don’t wanna talk to you.”

“please, amor. hear me out.”

warner pulls you close to him, holding your hands hostage at his chest. you look into his eyes, and you can see how tired he looks. he’s hadn’t slept well, and it was obvious.

“what could you possibly have to say to me?”

“what could i possibly not have to say to you?”

“i’m sure you rather entertain you’re ex-girlfriend over day, glaring daggers to us.”

“you know that’s not true.”

“do i? i don’t know anything that’s true lately.”

“i love you. my hearts burns for you greatly, and a moment without you is one i can’t bare.”

“i don’t want to hear—“

“my heart has always been yours. i’ll never be able to take back everything i’ve done, but i refuse to lose you because of it.”

“aaron.”

“you can scream or yell at me all you want, if it means you’ll stay by my side.”

his forehead presses against yours. his eyes are focused on every feature of your face that hes already committed to memory.

“say you forgive me, amor.” he whispers so vulnerably.

you want to kiss him. you want everything to be magically better after. you want to believe this is another challenge you both can overcome.

but you can’t. at least no so soon.

you’re holding back tears, but aaron already has one going down his face.

“i can’t.” you distance yourself from warner. “every time i see you, i’m reminded of your betrayal. reminded how much heart-ache you’ve caused me. it can’t be so easily forgotten, aaron. not when i still love you so much.”

you were thankful to be distracted when the guards informed you the rides were here. but your thoughts switched as you noticed you’d have to be enclosed with aaron, juliette, and kenji for fifteen minutes, especially when you had to sit next to warner because juliette was just as mad at him as well.

you the were first out given the chance. you were overwhelmed by the amount of people who showed. thinking about juliette and you having to speak in-front of them all was intimidating. and likely all of them hoped for your demise. fun.

now, juliette took the podium, and you were next to her. you two have yet to discuss anything, so you’ll have to wing your speech to match the tone of hers.

but before she could start, the chaos begins. numerous people being protesting and berating both you & juliette and sector 45.

it was all getting jumbled, but there were various ‘traitors’, ‘you’re just children!’, and ‘freaks.’

to defend juliette, you move to the microphone and angrily demand everyone to quiet down, you do your best to yell over the voices rioting.

out of nowhere, the stage you’re standing on explodes. you’re both launched ten or more feet back. then chaos ensues.

theres a ringing in your ear, making it hard to hear anything; only you witness it all from the ground. people running left and right, the stage was now on fire, and men in uniform started invading the premises.

you see juliette lying on the ground not too far from you. you croak her name, then aaron’s and kenji’s, but you’re not sure if you’re even using your vocals.

you feel yourself being dragged away, you’re unmoving. you feel numb, not able to identify which parts of you are injured.

it’s all happening on slow motion in your vision.

you can see the same happening to juliette. with your head above the ground you see a new perspective. you finally see your friends, some are lying motionless, others are running.

you find kenji helping others escape and aaron with him taking down as many guards. then aaron spots you being dragged away, and his eyes widen. he’s on the move to reach for you, but his distraction leaves an opening for a soldier to take him down from behind.

it takes five soldiers to hold him down, he’s yelling your name, and you don’t react. they finally hand cuff him, not wasting a moment to inject him with something strong enough to incapacitate him.

kenji follow the same fate, not being able to get away invisible before nazeera knocks him out.

a man stands in front of you, blocking you from seeing the scene. you recognize the black expensive boots immediately.

“seems we both have a habit of not staying dead.”

anderson lunges the barrel of the pistol against your head — then it all went black.

you were so sick of seventeen.

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pancakesandpessimism · 1 year

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Okay, so hear me out: I think Camila’s an official Crime Mom™ now.

I mean, we see that Vee and Luz graduated together, and the assumption is that it was from a human school, right?

I don’t know about you guys, but my high school required some paperwork to enroll a student. Namely A. some form of ID for the student, like a birth certificate, and B. proof that the parent trying to enroll the kid has legal guardianship over said child. Probably more stuff that my parents didn’t bother telling me about. Not to mention we see Vee playing baseball in one of the Noceda house photos, and while I’m aware this one might just be a My School/District thing, for high school we had to provide proof of ID AND a full vaccination record in order to participate in sports (this was true for school and competitive leagues).

Now, while I’m positive Camila would make sure her babies are fully vaccinated (not just Luz and Vee, you know the whole Hexsquad got hit with a strom of shots the moment she realized these kids were trapped in a world their immune systems weren’t built to survive in), seeing a record that has ALL the vaccinations starting only a few months ago despite most getting them as infants-children miiiiiight raise some eyebrows. Especially when the student is supposedly the sister of another student whose records DO start at infancy. Not that it’s impossible for this to happen, but combining that with the fact that Vee has no birth certificate or official record of her existence to speak of, which also probably means Camila has no proof of guardianship because how do you adopt a kid who legally doesn’t exist, people would notice something’s up.

Which then begs the question: How did Vee graduate, or get enrolled at all?

I present to you: Camila the Crime Mom™. Specifically, Camila the Identity Forger™.

I’d like to think that’s actually what Eda and Camila were talking about in that photo where they’re sharing apple blood. Eda was trying to give Camila some tips on how to make the documents look official (she probably has plenty of practice between her history scamming people and her general knowledge of crime. Not to mention she could hook Camila up with an expert or two if necessary, she’s got Connections) and a warm welcome to the Crime Parent Squad, while Camila comes to the realization that Luz did not embellish any of her stories about Eda’s criminal acts in any way. As a matter of fact, she was probably sugarcoating a lot of stuff.

And yes, there’s a possibility that she simply asked Gus to help them out with some illusions, but I raise you: Camila would want to do it herself because that’s her baby and she will ensure that Vee gets the education she wants without having to forfeit her new form, or any other part of herself.

Idk, it just makes me really happy to think that both of Luz’s moms not only would, but HAVE, broken the law for their kids. That is a family you Do Not want to mess with. Not to mention the idea that Camila went from letting societal pressures and her own painful experiences influence how she handled Luz’s education to committing a full on felony because fuck it, if her snake-daughter wants to go to school then she’s going to school brings a smile to my face.

Tldr Camila Noceda remains one of the best mothers in animated history and I love her.

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spidersanonymous · 1 year

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There was a soft knock at their door. Caretaker looked up from their mountains of paperwork, eyebrows furrowing as Whumpee fidgeted in the doorway.

“Hello, Whumpee,” they greeted smoothly, “is there something you needed?” Whumpee didn’t tend to stray from Whumper’s side, Caretaker could only imagine what they might need. With a glance at their emancipated figure, probably a hot meal and a bed.

“Caretaker, i-” Whumpee bit their lip, shakily stepping further into Caretakers office, “I need- help. Your help,” they finished lamely, shifting on their feet as they awaited Caretaker’s response.

Caretaker rose an eyebrow, a record amount of seven words in a span of all of twenty seconds, “Okay?” they set down their pen, giving Whumpee their full attention, “Here,” they stood up from their chair, the old metal shrieking, “i think you need a seat, yes?”

Whumpee’s lip curled down but they still crossed the room and sat down, the chair groaning quietly under their weight. They hugged their arms around themself, head bowed as they anxiously glanced at the door.

Caretaker hummed, eyes tracing over Whumpee before making a decision, “I could close the door if you’re that concerned about it,” they nodded towards the doorway.

“Don’t,” Whumpee rasped, eyes widening as their words registered; still, they continued, “it isn’t- it’s not- it’s… fine.” their frown deepened as they stammered through the words. Caretaker could sympathize.

“If you’re sure,” Caretaker shrugged, leaning against their table with as much casualty as they could manage, “so, you needed my help with what, exactly?” they asked, not unkindly.

“Um,” their arms tightened, “i need- you help victims um, escape from their abu-abusers, right?”

Caretaker leaned forward with rapt attention, eyes sharpening as they drank in Whumpee’s quivering lips, tight posture, the way their nails picked at the fabric of their shirt. Caretaker never saw Whumpee at lunch, nor did they ever come to the employee hang-outs on weekends. Something forced the ever elusive Whumpee to come out of hiding. “Right,” they nodded, “I do.”

“Okay,” they nodded once, twice, “Yes, there was a case- Jorgie May, and her sister,” they picked furiously at a view loose threads, avoiding Caretaker’s eyes as their gaze darted across the office space. There wasn’t much to see.

Caretaker hummed agreement.

“Their mother,” their voice strained, throat bobbing as they forced the words out, “she was- erm- abusive,” their eyes suddenly found Caretakers, “how did-” they licked their lips nervously, “how did they get help?” What did they say to make people believe them? Was left unsaid.

Whumpee’s words lingered in the air for a moment as Caretaker considered, leaning closer as they dropped their voice to a whisper, “They gathered evidence, took pictures of their injuries, recorded arguments they had with their mother, things of that nature. One night their mother was drunk, so she took all of the evidence -and her sister- and went to the police,” they leaned out of Whumpee’s space, “bit hard to claim two malnourished kids covered head to toe in bruises were liars.”

Whumpee shuddered, squeezing their eyes shut as they exhaled forcefully.

“The fact the neighborhood didn’t have the highest opinions of their mother probably helped, as well,” they mused to themself.

“Thank you,” they whispered, “that’s-”

“A lot?” Caretaker suggested, eyebrow raised.

“Sure,” they shrugged, glancing at the door, “i should probably get going-”

A quiet knock interrupted Whumpee’s words as Whumper slipped in from the ajar door, “Ah,” they hummed, eyes narrowing, “Whumpee and… Caretaker. How curious.”

Not even a hello, “Hello, Whumper,” they greeted as smoothly as they could manage, “was there something you needed?” even then, their words were curt.

“There’s no need to be hostile, Caretaker,” they chastised with a frown, stalking further into Caretaker’s office, “I’m just here to collect my charge, I am responsible for them, you know,” their lips curled up, as if letting Caretaker in on a joke. Caretaker hated the look on them.

“Of… course,” Caretaker agreed, words sour, “is there any chance we could take a minute and chat?” and maybe, possibly, knock you over the head with a baseball bat?

“No, unfortunately,” they crooned with false pity, smiling sickly-sweet, “Whumpee and I have a meeting to attend, and we simply don’t have the time for any further conversations,” they spat the words, expression darkening as they grabbed Whumpee’s wrist and harshly pulled them up.

Whumpee, for their credit, didn’t yelp at the pull, even though they looked like one strong wind took knock them over. They grit their teeth, allowing themself to be pulled to Whumper’s side. Whumper curled an arm around their shoulder, looking painfully smug.

Caretaker wanted to wipe that look off their face.

“If that’s all, Whumpee and I really do have to be going,” they dragged Whumpee out the door, “it was lovely speaking with you, Caretaker.”

Can’t say the same for you, “Likewise.” They managed to spit out.

With one last smug smirk, they both disappeared behind the door, finally shutting closed with a click.

Caretaker only wished they gave Whumpee their number.

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kind of insane about this idea tbh. not sure what about it is so good but… ohh boy. wrote this in a span of two days, lightly edited. also let me know if anyone wants to be added to a taglist lol

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pablitogavii · 11 months

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Best friend's little sister Pt. 2

Here comes part 2 for y'all..thank you so much for all the likes and shares!! You guys are awesome! Hope you enjoy this mini series and comment what you think will happen next, thanks! <3

Here is Pt. 1

Your POV

I was avoiding Gavi..on purpose..because I couldn't stop myself from wanting to kiss those plum lips whenever I saw them. Why the hell did that cabrón have to kiss me and make me hooked like that!?

"Earth to Y/n! We going out tonight??" my best friend Rebecca whispered making sure professor doesn't catch it while reading his paperwork and I nodded promising to find a way to sneak out when everyone goes to bed.

"We'll make you forget about that chico amiga!" she said and you rolled your eyes saying that you already did which was the biggest lie that could come out of your mouth but whatever.

You had to carry your heels in your hand as to not wake anybody while walking down the stairs like you were an intruded trying not to get detected. Suddenly someone coughed and you jumped almost yelling on top of your lungs but you slapped a hand onto your hand.

"Joder Pedri! I almost died cabrón!" you curse him walking all the way down suddenly realizing that your brother just caught you sneaking out pass midnight.

"And where are you going??" he said and you had to think quick on your toes saying the first thing that came to your mind.

"Date! Um..please don't blow my cover Pepi??" you used his nickname and he rolled his eyes sighing and promising not to tell your parents as long as you don't come back too late and you promised.

"Let's go!" you jumped into your friend's jeep and she pulled the rood down speeding down the road while wind blew though your hair while you vibe to the loud music.

Pablo's POV

She was avoiding me! Whenever I would come over, Pedri would say she just had to leave to study or meet friends. I knew she left the moment he said I was coming over!

I was laying in bed opening her private story which I was apart of somehow shocked to see her filming while dancing in the club with some cabrón behind her and my jaw started clenching.

It was three in the morning and she was out there all alone! I couldn't handle the thought of this so I texted her immediately. No response. Damn it bombon!

pablo: you're sister home hermano??

pedri: nahh went on a date or something why?

pablo: nothing.

I knew exactly which bar she was at and I got dressed driving there quickly before entering being asked if I would like our usual VIP area but I said that I was fine.

I came to the bar ordering a drink but before I could have a sip, I scanned the room for her finally seeing her trying to pull away from an older guy who wasn't letting her go that easily. I felt my fists tight as I walked towards them angrily.

"Vamos bailar chiquita.." he was drunk off his ass trying to grab her hips but she pulled back shaking her head looking around for anybody to help her..my poor bomboncita.

"No..gracias." she said but he kept trying to touch her as I finally pushed past the crowd grabbing her wrist and pulling her behind me. She was shocked about to pull away but when she saw it was me ,she calmed down doing as I asked.

Your POV

He was here..Pablo was really here now. I felt so uncomfortable since this older guy kept asking to dance and all my friends were suddenly nowhere to be seen. I was so glad he was here..to keep me safe.

"Que pasa!? Who are you!?" guy said to Pablo angrily and I got worried that his short fuse will result in a fight he certainly doesn't need on his record right now.

"She's with me.." was all Pablo said and I was glad he was trying to keep calm and avoid conflict.

"Nahh she was grinding on my carajo all night..so back off and let me show her a good time" he was trying to reach for me but I shook my head snaking my arms around Pablo's waist hiding my face into his back.

"The only one showing her a good time is me cabrón so back off before I make you do it!" Pablo growled shielding me and placing his large hand over my small ones in reassurance. Then it hit me..what did he just say?? My thighs closed in sudden anticipation.

"Whatever, take your puta!" guy said and that was the last straw as Pablo tried to rush towards him but my arms wouldn't let him go as I begged him to take me home.

"Por favor Pablito..for me" I said and he calmed down nodding his hand taking my hand and walking out of the club quickly. He was angry..I could tell so you stayed quiet following him towards his car. He opened a door for me buckling me up before coming to the front seat. I was way too drunk for this...

Pablo's POV

I was freaking pissed off! How could she be so fucking reckless!?

What if I wasn't there to protect her tonight!? What if that filthy hijo de puta did something to her!? I suddenly felt her hand on top mine rested on the steering wheel while I drove home.

"I'm sorry Pablito.." she said pouting knowing that always gives her an advantage but tonight I wasn't going to let this go easily. Was she really fucking grinding on some guys dick!?

"No bombon. You made me worried about you tonight!" I said without thinking and she smiled moving closer being pulled back by the buckle until she undid it so she can rest her head on my shoulder.

"Mmm you were worried about me??" she asked playfully but I was not in the mood to joke around. This was serious and I needed to finally have a real talk with her.

"You should buckle up bombon.." I said stealing a glance being in love with the way she looked precious while laying her head on my shoulder like this...why the hell was she so precious!?

"But I wanna be close to you.." she pouted not moving an inch and I just stayed quiet for the rest of the ride until we arrived to my apartment building.

"Alright, let's go.." I said getting out and opening her door but she just gave me grabby hands saying she was too drunk and dizzy to walk. I sighed grabbing her body like she weighted nothing (which she did) and tossing her over my shoulder before closing and locking the car.

"You're way too possessive.." she giggled drunkly and I was done with her brattiness spanking her ass while walking and that took her by surprise for sure.

"Did you just..um spank me?" she said and I chuckled at her sudden shyness all the confidence vanishing suddenly..I really liked that ;)

"I already told you that you are running your mouth too much bombon!" I said sternly waiting for her response which came fairly quickly.

"Um..I'm..s..sorry..papi" and with that my bulge was poking through my shorts as I took a couple of deep breath while walking into my apartment and setting her down onto the bed. Fuck bombon!

Your POV

The way he spanked me when I misbehaved..and handled me was such a massive turn on..not to mention being drunk off my ass right now. I was so fucking horny!

"Arms up!" he ordered and I wouldn't dare misbehave again doing as he asked as he took off my dress leaving me in my matching red set that he certainly checked out but quickly took his old Barça shirt and put it over my body. The shirt smelled so strongly of him..that it made me even more drunk.

"Drink some water" he brought the cut of cold water to my lips and I opened my mouth obediently drinking some which sobered me up quite a lot.

"Bueno, now let's go to bed.." he opened the covers before taking off his own pants and shirt joining you. You quickly found your way close to him as he held you.

"Are you still mad at me??" I said looking up at him while he nodded making me pout and start kissing his neck in order to soften him up a little bit.

"Please don't be mad at me..papi.." I praised continuing to kiss up to his jaw and he relaxed under the touch his ego stroked that no matter what happened, I was only in his bed tonight...I was only his.

"Joder bombon! That's my..weak spot" he groaned and I continued to suck on it leaving a prominent mark while his strong arms wrapped around my body pulling me close.

"Why did you leave me alone for so long ..?" you spoke softly and sadly and he kissed your forehead pulling you on top of him so you can lay against his body as close as possible.

"You avoided me bombon.." he answered and I felt sad looking into his eyes and finally catching a glimpse of those plum lips I dreamed about for days..they looked so perfect and kissable.

"Because I wanted to kiss you again..so badly" I admit meeting his eyes as a smirk appears on his handsome face. Those words were music to his ears.

"So do it bomboncita.."he said cockily and my cheeks blushed as I didn't know weather I heard him correctly..since last time I thought he would never want to do it again.

"What?" you said and he chuckles at you innocence pulling you even closer so that your lips were only inches away from each other.

"Let me taste those lips again princesa.." his voice was stern but yarning and you could no longer hold back deciding to give into you desire.

"Mm yes papi.." you answered making him smirk before your lips were finally on his as they mended together so perfectly like they were meant for each other.

Pablo's POV

We've been making out for the next fifteen minutes, hungrily, like we couldn't stay away from each other..it was true, I couldn't stay away from her anymore.

When she got on top of clumsily giggling, it hit me that I needed to have a talk with Pedri..one thing I dreaded the most.

"Nena..wait..you're drunk and should get some sleep" I said also thinking that it was better if we wait a little longer at least until I talk to Pedri..I needed to be the one to tell him.

"Do you want me Pablito?" she asked now sitting on top of me and the moment her ass got in contact with my still hard bulge I couldn't stop my hands from gripping her hips while nodding my head.

She smiled leaning in and starting to kiss my neck..fuck! If she doesn't stop this, I won't be able to control myself.

"Don' be bad bomboncita.." I groaned and she giggled nuzzling her head into my neck while laying on top of me slightly rubbing herself on my bulge.

"What if I want to be bad??" she said a yawn following shortly after which made me chuckle at how adorable she was right now.

"Then I'm going to tame you bombon.." I said and she smiled nodding her head adorably while slowly dozing off to sleep placing her hand onto my heart like she wanted to feel it beat.

"I'm yours Pablito.." those words made my heart stop being for a moment and I found myself smiling wide like an idiot..that's all I wanted. 0

When I woke up, she was already up texting someone and I asked who she was talking to sighting when I heard it was Pedri.

"He's going to hate me.." I said out loud and she put her phone away getting on top of me again and leaning down to kiss my lips..damn, those lips were my kryptonite!

"We'll find the right moment to tell him, Pablito..I promise" she said reassuringly laying her head down and my chest and I held her close feeling afraid of losing her.

What if he forbids me form ever seeing her again? I wouldn't be able to do it..in such a short time my feelings fro her transformed form intense annoyance to unimaginable passion...I was so screwed!

Thoughts? COMMENT :)

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judgementdaysunshine · 1 year

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May I please request headcanons for Hotch, Reid, and Morgan falling for a rough female mechanic who did time in prison for a crime she didn't commit?

Omg omg yaaaaas 😊 hope you like them!

Falling for Fem!Mechanic reader who went to prison for a false crime 🖤

Warning:Minor cussing,mentions of death,murder,and rape,plus emotions

Spencer

He was entranced the first time he saw you fixing one of your motorcycles wearing a tank top,jean shorts,toe heeled boots,black bandana wrapped around your head,rag in hand wiping oil off,and tattoos on your body 9 he counted

He talked to you for abit after he realized he was lost you giving him a ride to where he needed to go in your 2005 Honda Civic him thanking you quite a bit and you inviting him to lunch the next day

You met up at a soup kitchen and had lunch going back to your place where you showed him around your home and farm you helped your grandparents with rambling facts every so often making you smile

After keeping in contact with each other for months and meeting in person whenever you both could you moved to Quantico and started dating Spencer

After a couple months of being together he had found out while researching about your parents that you had spent 9 years in jail from the time you were 16 til you were 25 for Assault,Attempted Murder,And Child Endangerment immediately asking you about all of it when you got out of the shower from fixing both your cars and all three of your motorcycles

You told him everything trying to keep all your emotions and thoughts together but halfway through you broke down telling him the truth that you were visiting your sister and niece but while there your violent father broke in killing your sister,taking your niece,and torturing you eventually framing you for all that happened and keeping your niece for months

He had managed to get copies of all the files and paperwork bringing it to the team begging and emotionally asking them to look into what happened to you finding out that the police had done a very bad job investigating the case not taking into the fact the very clear evidence that you had been tortured and couldn't have done anything that you were charged for

The whole team went to the town and station very angered and clearly not backing down til they admit that they botched the investigation exposing alot of corrupt cops making statements about the truth leading to your father getting arrested and sentenced to life without parole and you finally got reunited with your niece who at the time was a year old was now 17 years old looking just like your sister

You hugged him tightly when you found out all he had done for the truth to come out and you to finally live the life you had always wanted

You both loved each other alot moving in with him after being together a year and on your two year anniversary he secretly went and got a tattoo of a book propped up on the chair of a Harley Davidson motorcycle with the quote on the page"You are my today and all of my tomorrows" by Leo Christopher

Derek

He was pretty intrigued not only how well versed and skilled with fixing up and making things you were but also how you always were working on something whether it was fixing your car's engine or the handles on your motorcycle he was starstruck by you

He had a tattoo on his arm but he had never seen that many tattoos that not only fit on someone's body the way all 6 of yours did but how each one fit something different about you

He had met you through a childhood friend of his when he came to the friend's house seeing the lower half of your body working on his car thinking you were just a smaller thin man but boy did it change when he came out to play basketball waiting on his friend when you roll out from under the car covered in oil

You couldn't deny how good looking and attractive he was as he stares at you wiping oil off your hands and little drops that had fallen on your face smiling sweetly at him as you turn the car on smiling bigger when the car worked unlike earlier

He was impressed with how you were able to look and immediately be able to tell what to do but you were still open to doing other things to fix it as well whether it was a car or motorcycle

After getting to know you for awhile you both realized you had feelings for each other taking things slow and him moving in with you 7 months later not only because your place was closer to the BAU but also because you had a open field behind your house making it feel like he was in a story with how much it made him think of fantasy stories

One time when you were asleep he noticed a scar going from your lower chest to just above your belly button making his heart hurt telling him what had happened making his heart and soul shatter at how vulnerable you were "I had gotten hurt when I was...in prison by inmates in my pod and I had to be taken to the hospital because I was bleeding internally and would have died in a couple of minutes had it not been for an inmate fighting them off me and taking me to a guard to be taken to a hospital" he was taken off guard when you mentioned prison but he waited not asking

He found out that you were in prison for 4 years after being charged with drug trafficking when you were actually drugged and kidnapped by drug traffickers originally planning on killing you but then decide to frame you for everything they did leaving you in hell until you finally got out of prison

He went straight to Hotch the next morning after you told him telling him everything and asking if anything could be done at all to have the case officially complete and in the honest way

Hotch immediately agreed bringing in the team and telling them that no other cases would be completed or looked at until yours was done looking every nook and cranny of evidence going down to your hometown and questioning the authorities who handle it and witnesses who found you in an alley

The truth was found out and immediately both people were found and arrested on the charges you were charged for and more being sentenced to life with no parole and the police department issuing a public apology to you for what they had done to you

You woke up turning on the TV immediately seeing the news showing your case and not only finding out the team knew and had found the people who ruined your life but also that the police felt true remorse and guilt for putting you in prison for something that wasn't your fault

As soon as he came home you ran into his arms crying tears of joy leading to not only him just holding you until you weren't crying anymore but also a sweet moment of two people showing in different ways that they loved each other

You both after 5 years of being together you got married in the open field behind the home you shared

Aaron

He had never thought that he would have been attracted to someone that had some of your qualities mainly the mechanic part but it never bothered or tiered him away either

You were a friend of Penelope's and you came over to her place to help fix her car that was having problems starting and moving

He had stopped by to tell her that they had the next bit off and to drop off homemade cookies to her that his girlfriend at the time beth had made and thought pen would like

He was talking to her when you came up covered in oil,wearing a tank top,tennis shoes,and jeans,showing most of the tattoos on your upper body and your bob length hair pulled back into a tiny ponytail "Hey pen your car's fixed! Turns out the battery was dying on ya and you gasket was fixing to blow up" she cheers and thanks you by not only a girl's night out the next weekend but also by letting you use her shower and nice smelling washes

He had lost the ability not only to breathe and think but also just exist by not how independent and strong willed you seemed but also how kind and giving you also seemed not knowing what to do if he ever saw you again

You ran into each other at the local coffee shop soon you were together and dating meeting his young jack who adored you always him asking you to help him and teach him to fix his bike

You moved in 8 months of being together even though he wanted you to move in at 3 months you decided to wait much longer not only because you wanted to not only bond with him more but also in order for him to think of having another person living with him in that way wince his wife passed

He had told you about his wife a bit not how she died or anything like that but what type of person and mother she was until later on in your relationship

He told you that she was murdered and how much it changed life for him and jack trying so hard not to just disappear somewhere else where no one knows him

He liked the way all 12 of your tattoos fit your body from your legs,arms,and shoulders to your hips,ribs,and back all of them having a different meaning to each of them but his personal favorite tattoo on you was the one on your back of a phoenix showing you no matter how hurt and scarred you were you still got up and fought back for yourself and the people you loved

But he felt anger and pure agony when you told him that you were not only falsely accused of a crime but sent to prison for years on charges of Evidence tampering, obstruction of justice,and murder not only when you were such a kind hearted person but also because you had lost half your life you can never get back and trying to make up for the time you missed by being in prison

He started looking into your case after working a case a lot similar putting other cases on hold and working all day and night finding that not only did they not have any evidence to charge you but they also contaminated the crime scene by other people still being in the house when they took pictures of the scene

He immediately traveled by himself to your hometown and demanded the case be reopened and thoroughly investigated by a different group of detectives along with the BAU team even threatening to charge all the people who worked the case for practically just putting the most innocent and affected person who had witnessed what happened in prison

You had also told them that it was your best friend who had died being killed by her own father while you hid under the bed and being assaulted by her brother who helped hide the crime with the dad

After a lot of work and fighting with the police letting them know that they would be on their asses for what they did to you

You knew he was in your hometown on a case but not that it was the case of what had happened to you finding out not only when you were watching the news seeing issue a public apology to you and your family but also when you sister and cousin called you telling you how they had met and talked to Aaron which surprised you greatly

You spent your time with jack doing different things when he wasn't at school from making snacks,coloring,and watching TV to playing with him,taking him to the park,letting him sleep with you whenever he had a nightmare while aaron was gone,and just having a great time bonding with the other

The day aaron came home showing you that your record was clean and expunged that you had ever been in prison making your heart grow big with warmth even more hugging him with tears of joy but it was also the same day he started thinking and wanting to marry you and jack ran in hugging his dad calling you mom for the very first time

A couple of years later the two of you got married on a beach and you adopted jack the very same day of your wedding becoming the family you and him both wanted for years finding it in each other as well as a person to spend and love for the rest of your lives

#criminal minds x reader #spencer reid x reader #aaron hotchner #derek morgan #criminal minds #spencer reid #derek morgan x reader #aaron hotchner x reader

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jackiequick · 8 months

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Meeting your boyfriends sister | Hangman fanfic ✨

Pairing: Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Amber ‘Skysolo’ Kazansky

Timeline: Post-Top Gun Maverick

Summary: She didn’t think she would ever be nervous about something like meeting the family. She has done it plenty of times before but what happens you boyfriend Hangman Seresin’s sister comes to town?

Charcters mentioned: Elena "Enigma" Seresin, Javy ‘Coyote’ Machado, Georgia “Peach” Wells and etc.

Top Gun Maverick AU

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Amber Kazansky had been though a lot in her lifetime so far. From moving around as a child to different states to watching her aunt Carol die in her teens. Hell she has seen her father go through cancer and survive it.

She has seen friends break up, others get married and move on with their lives. So it was something she was fine with.

It was part of life, meeting people and trying to see if things worked. And if they did, you meet your lover’s friends. They get to meet your parents, seeing if they approve of your relationship.

But meeting her boyfriend’s sister? That was not one of them. So imagine her surprise when she founds out she’s in town for the weekend.

She. Was. Actually. Terrified!

Yeah she Amber has met a boyfriend or two’s brother and sister in the past. But a naval base boyfriend’s siblings? Never. Jake Seresin was her first boyfriend to be a pilot and a damn good one. Sadly he wasn’t good at breaking news like this.

Because he decided to break the news right before they went to sleep the night before. He said he had something to tell over dinner but forgot about it. But he remembered it right before he turned off the bathroom light and jumped into bed with her.

And he said it so casually too! Like it was the most normal thing in the world?! She knew he had siblings but she wasn’t expecting for her to come over to visit her in the next 24 hours.

Which lead her to find herself roughly tapping her French tips against her desk the next morning. Biting the tip of her nail on one hand as the other typed away furiously on her keyboard. She was filing in information for her father. His assistant, Mindy, sent a small stack of paperwork for her transfer over into spreadsheets within the next couple of days.

She was so focused on her laptop screen, having Rocket Man playing from her speakers, that she didn’t hear friend come in.

Georgia smiled chatting with Bradley at the door as he gave one kiss goodbye before she walked in. She hung up her jacket and set her lunch down on table nearby, grabbing her laptop from the cart. She left it charging earlier beforehand.

“Hey Amber.” She said with a peachy grin on her face as she started rambling about her morning. It was the cutest thing. Her eyes fell onto the blonde who was only half playing attention to what happened, making the brunette pause in her tracks.

“Uhh, earth to Sky? Amber, honey? Hello?” Georgia asked, waving a hand in the air and sighed, “Kazansky!”

“Huh?! What? I’m here, sir!” She yelled snapping out of it, ripping her fingernails away from the tips of her teeths, “Oh, what’s up sweets?”

“I was talking to you and you weren’t listening. That’s what’s up! What’s going on? Your usually cracking a joke by now.”

“You know. I can be very busy, busy, busy bee!”

“Ha! No. That ain’t it. Your always on a semi-busy monthly schedule but this is different. What happened? Was it Rooster and Jen?”

“No..”

“Uhh, hmm. Did Coyote say something stupid again?”

“No he didn’t. Neil didn’t do anything either.”

“Ohh was it Cyclone’s girl Valkyrie?! She’s a tough cookie!”

“No it wasn’t. Nor was it anyone else like Frostbite.”

Georgia’s eyes widen and gasped, “You and Jake had a fight? What did his sorry southern ass to do you? I’ll talk to him. I’ll get Phoenix and Frost as my backup. No one hurts my girl and gets away with it!”

Amber couldn’t help but laugh as she leaned against her chair. Peach was such a doll sometimes. Always so sweet and charmingly spiritual with the way she carried herself. She tend to get nervous and annoyed sometimes but other than that she was well..a peach!

Honestly she needed that today. A laugh from a friend.

“That’s not exactly what Jake said…it wasn’t a fight! We didn’t fight each other for anything. Oh god, I’m sweating. I don’t like this.” Amber admitted with a soft chuckle.

“Oh god something is up if you’re sweating bullets out of nervous. Come on, spill it out!” Georgia encouraged with a certain look.

“I’m meeting my boyfriends older sister today!”

“OH MY GOD! That’s great. From what I received from past relationships, that’s a good thing. That means he likes you, a lot! I’m so happy for you!”

“Now is not the time to be supportive! I’m freaking out, what if she doesn’t like me? What if she hates me and tells Jake stop dating me?! Tell him to aim higher?! That I suck! Cause technically, it’s kinda my fault I put him on a death defining mission to come back to Top Gun. Oh god she’s gonna hate me!”

Georgia stood there with her jaw dropped onto the damn floor. This was one of the first time she ever seen Amber Nic Kazansky in such a frenzy. This woman was always cool, calm and collected from the moment she met her. Giving her advice, by saying if everything is okay and sending a message to everyone on deck she meant every word she ever said.

Yeah sure, she had her moments where she lost her cool like an X-Men during a fight with Wolverine or something. Living up to her callsigns. Like when Jake and Bradley were arguing in the classroom or when Cyclone refused to listen to her and Maverick during the missions they went on.

But this?!

Here she stood in her office freaking out over meeting the family. It was honestly kinda hilarious to her. If she wasn’t such a good friend she would’ve recorded this and sent this whole thing as a video to the group chat.

But honestly it was cute though. It reminded people like her that the Kazansky family was just as human as the rest of them.

It was Georgia turn to calm her down.

“Hey, Amber. Amber, honey look at me. Look at me. Good. Just relax you’re gonna be fine.” Georgia encouraged, holding her shoulders.

“Wh-how? Sorry. How did you react to meeting Jen? She’s practically like a sister to Rooster.” Amber replied, taking a breath.

“Yeah well, I was freaking out cause her dad is sorta a legit legend, but I found her that she’s a total goofball. So maybe eh-what’s her name?”

“Elena.”

“Right, pretty name. Maybe Elena is the same way, just some cool chick. So go on, your gonna be late.”

“But what if she doesn’t like me and Jake didn’t say anything about me? Oh god what if she hates blondes?”

“Ok, now your rambling. Relax, you just gotta prove why your the first Mrs. Hangman. That ring on your fingers means something, right?”

“Right. Right..i yeah, I got this.”

“You got this! Now go on, I have a meeting with Wraith now.”

“Okay but..”

She didn’t have a moment to say anything else because Georgia practically pushed her out the door. She could’ve sworn she’s rubbing off on the brunette with her actions. Amber relaxed her shoulders, she was right. Elena probably a cool girl, relaxed and lay back.

But she was also beauty.

She seen the picture of her last night before she went to sleep. She was stunning with beautiful long blonde hair, pretty eyes glowing like a goddess of the sun and a lovely smile that take someone’s breath away. From just her pictures she seemed like the best women in the world.

A ray of sunshine wrapped up in pretty dress.

Hell she wanted to date her!

The moment Amber entered the cafeteria, her heart stopped. She saw her.

God she was even prettier in person. Laughing in mid conversation with Frostbite—Rachel, chatting about god knows what.

Elena was enjoying herself greatly. It made her smile.

Her outfit was so sweet, her smile was sung by as she laughed and her makeup made her shine.

Amber pushed her hair out of face walking over to the pair who sat at the table, chatting about they’re active services. Once she got closer she heard them a lot clearer.

“Oh stop it!” Elena said mid laugh waving her hand, “You’re the one who got her first air to air kill last week. You should be overjoyed! It’s amazing.”

“Ok it’s not as cool as you! Yeah sure, Jenny and Wraith encouraged me to do it but still.” Rachel added with a chuckle, “You have been to so many different places. That’s awesome.”

Both girls acknowledge her walking over to them.

Frost smiled sheepishly and chuckles, “Hey, have you met Elena? She’s new.”

“No, I haven’t.” Amber repiled with a soft smile turning to the blonde, “Hi.”

“Hey.” Elena said with a smile, “Nice dress.”

“T-thanks. So is yours, I love the pattern!”

“Thank you! I got it from H&M, big sale last month.”

Rachel got a phone call and realized it was one of their friends, excusing herself as she left with a small wave. That left both women to stand there awkwardly chuckling, before Elena realized what her was name again. She remembered her brother telling that her that his girlfriend worked here in the building.

She assumed this was her? But she could be wrong.

So she smiled pointing to the seat in front of her and said, “Sit. Please. Sorry I’m a little nervous, which is rare because I’m not like this.”

“It’s fine, I’m nervous too. Jake has told me about you.” Amber repiled with a smile, sitting down across from her.

“Ohhh! You’re his girlfriend? I’m sorry, he didn’t even show me a picture of you, just told me your name. He just told me that I’ll probably bump into you today.”

“Hahaha! He told me the same thing, he can silly sometimes.”

“No, he can be an idiot sometimes.”

Both girls chuckled breaking the ice a bit.

“He just said, ‘hey since your coming here for the weekend! Come meet my girlfriend.’ That’s all he said.” Elena explained with a chuckle, “I was supposed to be here last week but my boss decided to change my schedule.”

“No, it’s okay! Things happen, my schedule ain’t always the clearest either. Literally Jake just threw that information at me last night so casually. I was freaking out…I mean, you sound cool according him.” Amber repiled as she shyly smile.

Elena found it cute. How did her brother get a someone like her? She seemed so sweet and honestly pretty nice. She felt bad she didn’t get information from her baby brother beforehand, she was completely clueless about this girl.

But it a good thing in her opinion, a clean slate.

“Sounds like him, she tends to tell people stuff and never make himself clear. He’s like a bird strike, I guess.” Elena said with a smile, thinking about all the times her little brother messed up.

“Oh your correct. He knocks someone off course and brings you along for the right. But it’s a nice ride.” Amber added thinking about something and smile, “How about we start over?”

“How so?”

“It’s kinda been a long week for us and I think we should just relax..”

“I like that. Actually I love that! Good idea.”

Amber smiled holding out her hand for the blonde to shake and said, “Hi, I’m Amber Nic Kazansky. Very nice to meet you, Ms. Seresin.”

“Haha! Nice to meet you too, Ms. Kaz—” Elena replied, stopping herself realizing what she just heard and laughed, “Wait! Kazansky?! You’re the Admiral’s daughter?”

“Hahaha yes. Why? I’m sorry that last name kinda surprises people.”

“Surprises people?! How did-? No offense, but i thought the admiral’s kid would have guards nearby or something…sorry.”

It was Elena’s turn to become shocked and a bit nervous but excited all at the same time.

She didn’t know her baby brother was dating the admiral’s kid?! For how long, she didn’t know. He aimed high! Respectfully, she would date an admiral’s kid too if they let her. Even steal her brother’s girlfriend off his hands!

She was impressed. Very impressed.

Amber chuckled, “It’s okay. People like to make rumors around here.”

“Real question, how did my brother pull you? No offense, but he’s a little stupid.” Elena replied with a laugh.

“I guess I like ‘em a little dumb.”

“Oh I like you.”

“Hahaha, the Seresin siblings are one of a kind.”

“And clearly my brother has good taste in women. He got it from me! Where do you work?”

“I was gonna ask you the same thing!”

“You first.”

“Okay um. I’m a training officer for recruitment here. I overlook plenty of paperwork for research, send people on missions and organize them.”

“Lieutenant, huh? Respect. I’ll love to see your office some time.”

“What about you?”

“Oh! I work as a lead engineer at the aerospace engineering firm.”

“Wait! Really? That’s so damn so cool.”

“Thanks! I worked on designing cutting-edge aircraft with advanced maneuvering capabilities. All kind of planes.”

“How have we not met before?”

“I have no idea.”

“My uncle Mav, he was the one to worked with you guys for a project a while back. Uh, The Darkstar projects?”

“Yes! That was him?! Everyone was talking about it! He reached so high on the list that day and survived being ejected.”

Both girls laughed, kept chatting and smiling the whole time.

Amber decided to walk her around the building and probably head out to lunch later on. Elena smiled liking that idea very much, holding the door for her as they walked out of the room. Realizing they had nothing to worry about, it was all Jake’s fault that they were so nervous in the first place.

Little did they know Jake Seresin was sitting across the room with Rachel, Javy and Neil watching the whole thing, with his jaw on the floor. He glad they didn’t hate each other or anything but he wasn’t expecting for it to go so well.

Neil was laughing at his reaction and muttering, “Your screwed now.”

“W-what just happened?” Jake asked, sipping his glasses of a water.

Rachel snorted, “I think your sister just stole your girl. Honestly i don’t blame Amber, she’s cool. I’ll date her.”

That was when Jenny walked in with a smirk hearing her and asked, “Who would you date, Frosty?”

“Uh huh? What? Shut up, I’mma shut up now.” Rachel said, rested her head on her shoulder.

“Weirdo.” Jenny repiled with a scoff, grins at Javy and asks, “What we talking about?”

Javy grinning back and chuckles, “The Seresin siblings.”

“I made a huge mistake letting my sister and girlfriend meet, didn’t I?” Jake added downing his drink with a sigh.

His friends just laughed.

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mischiefnevermanaged89-blog · 1 month

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Love Me Like You Do

Juice Ortiz X Reader Fic

*Hello my dears! Please be patient with me as this is my 1st SOA fic! Thought I’d try it out here with you wonderful peeps! Now, a little about this story:

Reader is Opie’s half little sister (we’re going to say they share Piney as a dad, she has a different mother than Ope)

She returns home to Charming to own her own business

Reader is plus sized (since that is what I identify as and can write from personal experience)

This may not follow the seasons. It’s an idea that popped in my head from the song it’s named after. I hope you enjoy it! Please, feedback is appreciated!*

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~He was the missing piece I didn’t know I needed until he walked into my life. The day I returned home, that’s when I met him. That was the day my life changed. ~

I stood in the middle of the old building, just coming from signing the paperwork to make it mine, for a cheap price I might add, from the old man who used to own it. I couldn’t help but smile. My smile grew bigger as I heard the motorcycles pulling up out front. This is what I had been waiting for.

My back was still turned to the doors as they opened, sending a ray of sunlight in, illuminating the place better.

“We’re looking for the new owner of this old place. Know where I can find him?” A deep voice boomed in the almost empty space.

I chuckled. “Yeah, but it’s not a him. I just bought it off of old man Sinsom.”

“I know that voice.”

“Me,too.”

I smiled as I turned to see my older half brother Opie and his best friend, Jax, standing in front of Jax’s stepfather.

“Hello, boys. It’s good to see you.”

Opie laughed as he strode over and pulled me into a hug. “(Y/N)! When did you get back?”

“Today. Well, last night actually. Drove up so I could sign the papers making this place mine.” I waved my hands around me.

“It’s good to see you, Darlin.” Jax said as he hugged me tight.

“You, too.” I stood back and looked at them. “I see you grew up and got VP Teller.”

Jax nodded. “Yeap.”

I looked at the other guys standing behind them. “Well, I’ll be damned! Is that Tiggy?”

Tig smiled and opened his arms. “Hey, baby. It’s good to see you all grown up.”

I gave him a hug, him being my second favorite when I grew up around here. “It’s only been three years since I last seen you.”

“Hi, Bobby. It’s good to see you, too.”

“You, too, sweetheart. You’re old man’s gonna have a fit when he sees you.”

“Speaking of, where is he?”

Bobby nodded his head towards the door. “He’s comin’. Takes him a few to get around with the oxygen.”

Just then, the doors opened and in walked Piney. The man still looked the same as he did three years ago. I couldn’t help the smile on my face when I seen him.

“Hi, daddy.”

“My god. (Y/N). You’re back. Come here, sweetheart.” He smiled.

I gave him a hug and just held him. I had missed him the last few years, I missed them all. He held me in front of him by my shoulders and looked me up and down. “Still as beautiful as ever.”

“Oh, Opie. You didn’t tell me he’d went senile.”

Opie laughed. “He gets that way sometimes.”

“What? No love for me? I’m wasting away over here.”

I turned to see Clay with an arrogant smirk on his face. I gave him a quick hug. “It’s good to see you, Clay. How’s Gemma?”

He shrugged. “She’s good. Be glad to see you.”

I nodded. Before I could say anything else, there was the sound of someone clearing their throat.

“Oh, shit. Sorry, man. (Y/N), this is Juice. He’s been with us a few years now. Juice, this is my baby sister, (Y/N).” Opie said as he wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

I held out my hand to the younger of them. “Nice to meet you.”

He nodded. “You, too.”

He took my hand and I swore I could feel electricity run through my fingers at his touch. I cleared my throat and tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

“So, sweetheart, what brings you back to Charming?” Dad asked.

“Well, I came back to get a new start. Mom’s pissed at me. Grandfather passed away a few months ago and left me everything. And I mean everything. She got pissed when he left her out the will. Saying, and I quote, ‘I leave all my monetary and physical possessions, including the house and vehicles, to my only granddaughter, who was my world when no one else loved me in my final years. To my daughter, I leave you with nothing but the hopeful guilt you feel for abandoning your family. May you rot in hell.’”

“Holy shit! Seriously?” Jax asked, amused.

I nodded. “Yeap. And the best part is, she cannot touch anything. I sold the house after he died. It was just us the last three years and I wanted to come home. So I sold the house and all but one car.”

“So, what are you doing with this old place?” Clay asked.

“I’m going to do what I’ve always wanted to do. Own my own business. And what better way than to open up a roadside bar on the outskirts of Charming?”

“Really? That’s what you’ve always wanted to do?” Tig asked.

“Yeah. Got my business degree online while I was taking care of Grandfather and took all the right courses to get all my licenses. Found this place while looking to come home and here I am.”

“What do you need from us, darlin?”

“Some labor. I got to get this place up to code. I’m calling tomorrow to get people in here to work on the wiring and the old kitchen. I just need some help to take everything out and clean up. Plus I got to find a tech wizard to help me set up security cameras.”

“We can do that. Got a prospect that can come and we got our own tech wizard.” Jax clapped Juice in the shoulder. “Juice here is the best when it comes to all that techy shit.”

I looked at the young Puerto Rican and smiled. “Well, Juice, looks like the two of us will become friends if your as good as they say you are.”

He gave me a shy smile. “Yeah. Maybe so.”

I clapped my hands together. “Well, as wonderful as this family reunion is, I want a shower and some takeout.”

“Where you staying?” Dad asked.

“Place has a little house out back. It’s semi furnished enough to stay in tonight until my stuff arrives tomorrow.”

“Why don’t you come to the house. Surprise Donna and the kids. Have dinner with us.”

“Okay. I’ll be there. Seven?”

Opie nodded. “Yeah. See you tonight.” He hugged me and kissed the side of my head.

After hugging all the guys, minus Juice, I waved them off, noticing Juice was the last one out. I smiled to myself as I walked out the back door to my little apartment house to get ready for dinner.

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A Safe Place (part 4/4) [day 24]

Cliff’s past experiences in hospitals have all been bad. For @monthofsick day 24: Panic and @badthingshappenbingo Paralyzed by Fear. 3,698 words, original work, TWs emeto (mild x1), hospital/surgical content, child abuse/trauma. If you'd like to skip the first half which is a childhood flashback, control-find the word “eighteen”.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 - This is the final part! Thanks for sticking with me guys.

Cliff’s fear of hospitals first began when he was three years old. He’d been inside the hospital several times because his dad worked there, but he hadn’t really processed it as anything significant until one day when he went there with his mother, who’d been tasked with watching him because the nanny was off. Cliff had been doing everything “wrong” that day, and Hana Barrows had reached her limit after a spilled glass of orange juice. She dragged him by the wrist to the car and drove to the hospital, swearing loudly all the way there. Cliff was silent because even back then he knew that saying anything would just make things worse.

Hana brought Cliff up to Dr. Claude Barrows’ office without warning, ignoring the secretary shouting after her as she passed without signing in. She yanked Claude’s door open without knocking and found him hunched over a pile of paperwork.

“What in the - Hana! What on earth are you doing here?! Why is Cliff here?”

“I’m not a babysitter!” She shouted as she shoved Cliff towards his father, who would have fallen on his face had Claude not caught him. “You promised me I’d never have to babysit!”

“Keep your voice down,” Claude hissed. He sat Cliff on the chair he’d been sitting on and turned to his irate wife. “It’s one day in his entire life Hana, one goddamn day.”

Hana let out an angry groan of frustration and slapped her hands on Claude’s chest, grabbing the lapels of his lab coat and pulling him forward. “I never wanted this! I’m not doing it!”

They squabbled for another few minutes, young Cliff staring at his velcro-up shoes and distracting himself trying to remember how the last nanny had taught him how to tie laces. He’d forgotten how after his mom fired her, because Cliff had been too attached to her.

“You can’t leave him here Hana, I’m working,” Claude said finally, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

“Well figure it out, because I’m not taking him home with me,” Hana snapped back. With that she stalked out of the office, not stopping despite Claude shouting after her. He followed her out, and Cliff was left alone in his dad’s office, on his big spinny office chair, with no idea what he was supposed to do now. He was old enough to know that his parents didn’t like him, although he didn’t understand why. He didn’t talk much but they still said he was too noisy. His big sister Moira was nice to him, but that was when she was around. Usually she was too busy with her high school friends and sports to be home much.

Cliff tried to climb down from the chair, but it was really tall and he was afraid of falling. Still, he eased his lower half down, stretching his short legs to try and feel for the floor. He felt it all at once when he fell, smacking his forehead on the hard floor. He bit his lip, trying not to cry. His parents hated when he cried. Still, he couldn’t help it as a few little tears rolled down his chubby cheeks.

“Did you fall, honey?”

Cliff looked up to find a young woman kneeling in front of him. He nodded, wiping his face with tiny fists. “Aw, poor thing,” she said.

“He’s my son. Do you like kids?” Dr. Barrows was back, standing in the doorway - without Cliff’s mom.

“Yeah, totally,” the girl said. “Sorry Dr. Barrows, it’s just I heard a kid crying and the door was open so-”

“It’s fine,” Cliff’s father responded. “Actually, I need you to watch him for the rest of the day.”

“M-me? But, um, I’m a medical student, I don’t think...”

“Part of being a doctor is doing what your attending orders, and I’m telling you to babysit my kid until my shift ends at seven,” Dr. Barrows said sharply. “Is that a problem?”

“No - I mean, sort of, my clinical ends at four, and-”

“Great. I don’t care what you do with him, just keep him out of the way. I’ll pay you for your time.” Dr. Barrows ignored any further protest from the student and shoved two hundred-dollar bills in her hand before leaving.

The student shook her head in disbelief. “Alright, Cliff is it?” She asked. Cliff nodded, clutching the hem of his shirt nervously. “Right. Well, Cliff, I guess it’s you and me until seven...”

The student was nice, all things considered, but she clearly had no interest in babysitting. She had long legs and walked so quickly that Cliff had to run to keep up. A lot of times she’d turn a corner before he did and he thought he’d lost her, but she always found him again. They ate lunch in the cafeteria and she let him draw with a pen and a piece of printer paper while she did work. Cliff honestly didn’t understand what was going on, but he went with it because he was taught not to complain and didn't want to be left behind.

It was around 5pm when the student said, “You’d rather be with your dad, right? He has a pretty cool facial reconstruction starting now. Let’s go watch.” She led Cliff to the gallery, a large room with chairs above the surgical theater with a glass window for an audience. Cliff’s dad was scrubbed in, hyper focused and didn’t notice the spectators. “The surgery will last a few hours,” the student told Cliff. “I’m going home, so just stay here and don’t move until your dad comes and gets you.”

Cliff looked at her, confused. She was going to leave him here by himself? “It’s fine,” she said. “Your dad’s right down there. Just stay where you are and whatever you do, don’t move from this room, got it?” Cliff had no other choice but to nod obediently. Then he was alone.

At first, Cliff was excited to see what his dad did for work. A large woman was lying on the table - sleeping, Cliff thought - and everybody was dressed in funny clothes. His dad was wearing a long mint gown, goggles and a puffy scrub cap, which made him laugh. That laughter died in his throat when he saw his father take a long, silver knife and cut into the sleeping woman’s face.

Cliff screamed, but nobody was there to hear him. He started to panic and it felt like there was no air in the room. There was blood and the sound of a drill. Cliff began to cry, but he couldn’t tear his eyes away from the horrible scene. His father seemed to be tearing this lady’s face apart, and he did so for two hours before pulling the skin back up and sewing it all back together.

“Wonderful,” his father said in a confident tone. “Good work gentlemen.” Someone was helping him take off his bloody robes. At this moment, he finally looked up at what should have been an empty gallery, but instead he saw his traumatized three year old son. “What the hell? Is that my son?” Cliff heard him say loudly. Cliff was terrified. What if his father got mad and did the same thing to him? He hid under a chair in the corner of the gallery until his father flew into the room and dragged him out.

“I’m sorry, I stayed like she told me to, I’m sorry,” Cliff sobbed. He was so scared, pushing his father’s face away. He kept thinking of how bloody his dad’s hands had been. “Don’t hit me!”

“Cliff, shut up, you’re embarrassing me,” Claude said angrily. “It’s not your fault though, that stupid medical student - her career is over,” he growled. “Come on. Let’s go home.” He picked Cliff up and carried his crying child out of the hospital, and together they went home. They never talked about what Cliff had seen, but for years he had nightmares about it. He was scared of what his father was capable of, and every time Claude yelled at him or hit him, Cliff wondered if it would go further - if he’d end up on that table being cut up next if he didn’t behave.

By the time Cliff reached middle school, he understood that his father’s job was to be a surgeon and that he actually helped people, even if it was scary - and horrible - to see in person. But when he had his stomach ulcer and had to be hospitalized for a few days, his fear of hospitals was renewed and solidified. His parents were furious at him. Even with a fever and in so much pain, his father yelled at him every step of the way. Every time Cliff cried, or threw up, or panicked because he was afraid of needles, it was made ten times worse by his parents’ obsession with Cliff not spoiling their image of what a perfect son should be like. The pressure they put on him while he was in the hospital just made him sicker. It was a terrible experience, and Cliff vowed never to let himself get sick enough to end up in a hospital again.

Unfortunately, these sorts of decisions are not truly one’s own. Now Cliff was in the hospital with pneumonia, and although he was eighteen and told himself he was an adult who knew better, he was still scared. It was a different hospital, but everything smelled the same. The nurses acted the same - nice, but brisk. He felt the same helpless feeling of being surrounded by people who didn’t understand him, and most of all he was terrified of his father finding out he was here. He was sure he’d be furious if he discovered Cliff had ended up here after disrespecting his mother by leaving home. He thought about ripping the IV tubing out of his arm and making a run for it, but he didn’t think his legs would hold him.

When Elliot was next to him, Cliff felt like he could keep it together. After all, he’d never had someone like Elliot to hold on to during these scary moments before. But now Elliot had gone home for the night and Cliff was alone in a tiny room without windows in the hospital, and he was losing it.

Cliff didn’t realize he was having a panic attack until the nurse came in because his heart monitor was going off. She tried to settle him down, speaking to him in hushed tones and reassuring him that he was safe, but he didn’t believe her. All he could think about was his prior bad experiences in hospitals. His entire chest felt tight and he was crying, which made it difficult to breathe in conjunction with his already junky lungs.

“Cliff, you need to slow down your breathing for me,” the nurse said, but Cliff couldn’t. He couldn’t control it. He was just as scared as the day he’d hid under the chair above the operating room from his father, abandoned and afraid to trust anybody.

The thing that did stop him panicking was the uncontrollable coughing fit that came on. All the tears and snot that came with crying choked him, and then he couldn’t stop. He coughed until he vomited onto his lap, tears and mucus mixing into a horrible puddle that he could feel seeping through the sheets onto his legs. He was so disgusting, he couldn’t stand himself. Elliot was right to leave him here alone.

The nurse called the other nurse for backup, and soon they were changing Cliff’s sheets together, changing his nasal cannula to a simple face mask while he was so snotty from crying, and one of them administered something through his IV that made him feel sleepy. Cliff’s nurse asked him if it would make him feel better to call his boyfriend.

“What time is it?” Cliff asked, his voice hoarse from crying and throwing up.

“Eleven,” she told him.

Cliff shook his head no. He had already woken Elliot up enough times this week. “It’s okay. He’s probably asleep.” They hadn't agreed on a time that Elliot was going to come back, Cliff realized. Elliot had said he’d be back in the morning. The morning could be eight, or it could be as late as noon. That was, if Elliot came back at all. No, he'd come back. Elliot kept his word - usually. Then again, Cliff had never expected Elliot to trick him into coming to the hospital. He understood he was really sick and needed help, he did, but the betrayal still stung.

After his nurse did another albuterol treatment through the mask, she changed Cliff back to a new (not snot-clogged) nasal cannula and left him to get some sleep. Cliff couldn’t rest though. Even with the lights off, all the machines cast a glow that kept the room too bright. The faint beeping of his heart monitor and the drip of his IV fluids reminded him too much of the last time he was in the hospital, and he felt vaguely nauseous despite being sure there was nothing left in his stomach. He curled in a tight ball and held his knees to his chest, trembling. He missed Elliot and wished he was here to make him feel safer right now. Instead, all he had was himself and a very long night ahead of him.

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Cliff woke up drenched in sweat. He didn’t know where he was and immediately began to panic, but then he felt someone pushing him back down and shushing him.

“Elliot?” Cliff blinked in confusion. He’d finally cried himself to sleep in the wee hours of the morning but he hadn’t expected to sleep long enough that it was already within business hours. “What time is it?” His voice crackled, laden with wetness, and he let out a congested, barking cough. It made his sides ache and he gripped them automatically.

Elliot smiled at him and ran a delicate hand through Cliff’s damp hair. “Hi baby,” he said fondly. “It’s about nine AM.”

“Really?” Cliff glanced around, slowly remembering the details of yesterday. “I’m so hot,” he muttered.

“I think your fever broke,” Elliot said gently. “How do you feel?”

Cliff considered things. He felt significantly less achy than last night and it was easier to breathe. He didn’t feel like his brain was entirely full of sand - maybe just halfway. “Better,” he said. “Can I go home?”

“That’s up to the doctor,” Elliot said. “I ordered you some breakfast though. Do you feel up to eating? I got you oatmeal and toast.”

Cliff grimaced, remembering all the vomiting he’d done yesterday. “I’m not sure.”

“You can see how you feel when it gets here,” Elliot said. “The nurse said your breathing got a lot better after your second steroid injection.”

Only now did Cliff notice the lack of oxygen tubing on his face. He’d fallen asleep with it on and Cliff was shocked he’d really been so passed out that the nurse had been able to give him IV meds, do vitals, and remove his oxygen without waking him up. He must have been truly exhausted.

“Thanks for coming back,” Cliff said suddenly, looking at his hands instead of Elliot’s face.

“Of course I came back,” Elliot responded. “I promised you, didn’t I?”

Promises didn’t always work out, Cliff thought to himself, but he just nodded yes. “Well, I missed you,” was all he responded. “So thanks.”

He was surprised by the quick kiss that Elliot stole from him, even though he hadn’t brushed his teeth since yesterday morning. “E-Elliot,” he stuttered, red faced as he sat back and covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment.

“I missed you too,” Elliot said. His smile was so kind and genuine. It made Cliff feel so much better. “You did incredible staying here overnight by yourself.”

Cliff understood that Elliot was babying him a little, but he also realized that he was unable to stop himself from smiling into his hands. Something inside him felt so content when Elliot was proud of him. He wanted to feel like that over and over.

Breakfast arrived and Cliff picked at the food, trying to get down a few bites mostly because Elliot was staring at him so hopefully. He really wasn’t hungry, but he managed half of a piece of toast and two bites of oatmeal before he couldn’t manage any more. It was difficult to eat when his cough was still so harsh, overtaking him at random moments and leaving him doubled over in bed, his arms clutching his sides in pain. At least he managed to keep the food down, though.

The doctor came by shortly after Cliff finished eating and examined him. He listened to Cliff’s lungs and cough, nodding along with his own conclusions. “I believe it’s safe to send you home, but you have to promise to rest and do nothing else for several more days,” he said finally. “How does that sound to you?”

Cliff nodded in agreement. He’d gladly stay in Elliot’s bed for another week if it meant getting rid of this awful cough - preferably, far away from any hospitals. Elliot awkwardly raised his hand a little before speaking. “Excuse me Doctor, but we start classes back at school in the city on Monday. Will he be okay by then?”

“Hmm. You’ll have to play that by ear, but as long as he gets proper rest and takes his meds, no fevers, then probably. Do you have to walk far to get to class?”

Cliff shrugged. Sometimes, not always. Elliot answered for him though. “I’ll make sure he doesn’t walk too much,” his boyfriend said confidently.

“In that case, I’m not concerned about discharging him,” the doctor said. “I’ll put in the orders and we’ll have you out of here in a few hours. I do recommend you keep using a nebulizer at home for a few days and as needed, do you have one?”

Cliff shook his head no at the same time Elliot said, “We’ll get one for him, we just need the medicine.”

“You’ve got someone taking good care of you, I see,” the doctor chuckled. “I’ll write scripts for that too then. Make sure you follow up with an asthma doctor as soon as you can.”

Elliot thanked the doctor several times, Cliff echoing the sentiment with a simple thank you, and then all they had to do was wait for paperwork. In the meantime the nurse helped Cliff get back into normal clothes, took out his IV and detached him from all the equipment. He had sticky residue on his finger and chest from the oxygen and heart monitoring leeds that didn’t seem to want to come off, but it didn’t matter. He’d have plenty of time to scrub it off later. Cliff was just relieved to be escaping this place without a longer stay or his father finding out and showing up.

At discharge, Elliot bundled Cliff up in a warm jacket and hat even though it was late August. He pushed Cliff in a wheelchair down to the lobby, then ran to get the car. Cliff insisted he could walk, but he wasn’t entirely convinced of his own strength right now so didn’t push the matter much. He waited patiently for Elliot and waited to feel relieved for when they had officially left the premises of the hospital. It had only been one night, but it felt like a long time. The fresh air felt good on his skin and he took a deep breath, appreciating it even as it made him cough.

Elliot pulled up at patient pickup and helped Cliff into the car, settling him in the passenger’s seat. “My mom’s gonna pick up all your meds and find a nebulizer for you at home,” he explained as he drove. “We’re going to follow all the directions to a tee, get you straightened up before we head back to school this weekend.” He sounded confident about this plan, as if it were foolproof. “Do you want to shower when we get home, or go straight to bed?”

“Shower,” Cliff said. He didn’t want to smell like a hospital anymore. “Sorry about all this.”

Elliot shook his head. “It’s okay. I mean... I was really scared. But you’re going to be fine, so...”

“That’s what I mean,” Cliff said, looking at Elliot seriously. “I’m sorry for scaring you. And being a burden and crying and... I guess what I’m really trying to say is thank you for being there.”

Suddenly there were tears running down Elliot’s cheeks and Cliff panicked. “Wait, no, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you cry!”

Elliot pulled over on the curb and wiped his eyes. He sniffled and gave a tiny laugh at the same time, which sounded funny to Cliff. “I’m just really glad you’re okay,” Elliot said, taking Cliff’s hand in his own and squeezing it. “And you’re welcome. But you’re not a burden and it’s okay. I love all of you, Cliff. When you’re sick or scared and lonely... I want to be there for you. Do you understand that?”

Cliff didn’t answer right away, not trusting his own voice not to waver right now. But finally he said, “I’m trying to.” It was more honest than the automatic ‘Yes’ he had very nearly said.

Elliot smiled a little sadly and leaned over to give Cliff a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, as long as you’re trying to,” he said. He looked both fond and sad. “Now let’s get you home and in bed. We’ve got a big school year waiting for us next week and you’re not getting out of that bed until Friday.”

“The nurse said a little exercise is good,” Cliff pointed out.

“Some very light exercise,” Elliot said. “Bed to couch and back is plenty. Got it?”

Cliff smiled. He found it amusing when Elliot got bossy. “Sure,” he said. “You’re in charge, El.”

Elliot grinned and started driving again. “You’re damn right I am.”

Fin.

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