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And they were Roommates (part 16)

A/N: No comment.

Warnings: Death, blood, adult content. (F-reader)

The dark sheets surrounded you. Black hoodie keeping you warm. You felt cold. Freezing. Riley was laying on top of the covers, close to your body, head turned to the door in a protective stand. He had not left your side for a single minute.

You had remained on the floor for a good hour, pain crashing over you, Riley remaining close to you. Once you had felt empty. You had climbed your way up, into his room. You could feel the tears burn your eyes again. Memories tearing you apart. You had grabbed one of his hoodies, slipping it over your head. You had gotten into his bed, and you cried.

You hadn't slept for a minute. You wish you could, maybe the pain would be more bearable. You had gotten up around 3 am, just to make sure Riley could go to the bathroom. The poor pup was determined to remain close to you. Somehow, you wondered if he had felt like this. If he had to bear the same pain when he had seen his soldier die.

You made sure to cuddle him once you had gotten back to bed.

Your phone was quiet for a few hours before morning hit. Around 7 am, it buzzed and rang repeatedly. You had turned it off. You closed your eyes. You felt tired, exhausted. The heaviness of the covers, the warmth of Riley made you almost fall asleep. Unfortunately for you, the doorbell rang.

Once. You ignored it.

Twice. You closed your eyes, the threat of another fit of cries dangerously close.

Three times. You put a pillow over your head.

Four times, someone bangs on the door. Riley growls.

Five times, more intense.

You groaned, horribly irritated. Pain mixing with anger. You threw the pillow back down, reluctantly getting up. It took a second, your mind dizzy. Yes. You were exhausted.

Riley followed you closely down the stairs. Now the repeated ringing and knocking was just making you furious. You flew the door open, once you reached the front door.

Worried faces stared at you. Kate. Melissa. Bishop. Coyote. They just stared. You probably looked awful. Red puffy eyes. Pale. It didn't matter. You stepped back inside, Riley shadowing you. You heard them walk in too. Heading to the kitchen for a glass of water, you started to hear their voices.

"Y/N…" bishop started.

You ignored it. You couldn't, you didn't want to, you didn't need it. This conversation. No. You needed him. Just him. And Price. You needed them both back.

The cold liquid sliding down your throat made you shiver. Did you have a fever? You were.. so.. cold. Riley grabbed your attention. He looked at you intensely. You followed him. He made sure you watched as he took a few pieces of food into his mouth and munched on it. You smiled at him. His tail wagged a bit, expectantly. He grabbed another bite. It hit you. He was trying to get another excited reaction from you. He was eating. Because it made you happy to see him eat. And right now. He wanted to see you happy.

You broke down again. You did, kneeling down to him, hugging the pup while you let out a broken cry. The girls were quick to move, running to you. They crouched down next to you, surrounding you with hugs. You didn't want this. You wanted to be alone. You shook them off softly, looking down at Riley.

"Good boy… you're a good boy…" you praised, petting him and dropping kisses to his head.

His tail wagged again as he grabbed a few more bites.

"Y/N…" Kate asked.

You shook your head.

"Darling… please…" Melissa asked.

You shook your head again.

"Soap, gaz… and Konig want to talk to you." Bishop said.

You stopped for a minute. They must be as broken as you. They lost them too. You took a deep breath.

"Alright…" your broken voice managed to produce. "After Riley is done eating."

So you sat next to him. On the kitchen floor. You praised him everytime he ate, trying to show your happiest emotions you could at the moment. You were proud of him. He was fighting. He had accepted to fight. You wondered if he realized you were as broken as him now. If he had found someone he could trust because that someone knows the hurt he had gone through.

Once he was done, you had gotten up, making sure to take his food with you. You had no intention to remain on base more than necessary but if he would eat again that would be amazing.

"Let's go." You said.

You headed for the garage, grabbing the keys of the black jeep.

"Wait. Y/N. You shouldn't be driving-" Kate tried.

"I will be taking his car. Me and Riley." You stated firmly. Leaving absolutely no room for discussion.

You continued your way to the garage. You felt a ping of guilt for the way you were treating them. They were trying to be here for you. But right now. You simply couldn't.

You opened the car, letting Riley into the passenger seat. Your head turned to the side, eyes meeting the black bike. You lost yourself in flashbacks. Wind, helmets, touches, kisses… passion. Love. You closed your eyes, turning your head away. You blinked your eyes open, trying to erase the new watery feeling again. You climbed into the driver's seat, taking a deep breath.

"Let's go my Riley…"

The ride to base was first filled with silence. But then you turned on the radio halfway through. You couldn't bear the silence right now. You parked in front of the IT building. You stopped the car. You watched the windows and the people. It took a few deep breaths before filanny opening the car door and stepping out. Riley didn't wait and simply jumped to the driver's seat to follow you out of the car.

The door closed, capturing a lot of attention. You could feel the stares. The sad stares. But you walked to the door, black dog in tow. You blocked out the world as you walked through hallways and stairs to the room. You had lost track of the girls, they were probably already here. You honestly did take a few more turns than necessary, dreading having to be on base. Walking into the room, everyone fell quiet.

"Get to work." You simply reminded.

You walked to your PC Riley sitting back to you, guarding you. You pet him.

"We'll have the connection ready in a few minutes." Kate announced.

You nodded, turning to your screen. You were there. Might as well work a bit. Terrible choice. You fell upon another picture. Dog tags lined up. Trophies. You felt dizzy again, breath quickening. Riley whined, turning to you and capturing the girl's attention. They ran to your screen.

You weren't reading. You weren't, you blocked it out. It would kill you to see their names. You closed it immediately. The girls only managed to take a glimpse of it.

"Sparrow…" Melissa called.

"I'm… it's…" you tried.

Ok? Fine? It wasn't. It was a lie. It was horrible. It was not fine, or ok, it was torture.

"Connection is ready." Someone called in a soft voice.

You got up, heading towards the usual screen. You felt your heart break at the sight of Konig, gaz, Grim, Áquila and Carkeys.

"Hey…" Grim tried.

"Hey…" you answered back.

"I am… so sorry…" gaz started.

"Me too. I'm sorry." You let out.

You frowned a bit.

"Where's soap?" You asked.

"Hum…" he looked away. "He… he's having a harder time than us right now…"

You nodded softly. You now noticed the girls behind you.

"What's the plan now?" You asked.

"Two options. They get ready for another extraction. Or they stay on field and catch the other cartel responsible for the ambush." Kate explained.

"We've already chosen." The heavy accent answered. Konig looked determined. Gaz too.

"You're staying…" you understood.

They nodded. You took a deep breath. Hopkins had walked into the room now. He had walked to you, leaving a little space.

"Hopkins." You called. "I'm heading to the field. Get my departure ready."

"What? Wait…" Kate tried.

"No. Wait. You can't come here… if LT knew-" gaz froze. The call blurred for a second.

"But he's not here… not anymore." You said. "I'm on my way."

"I can't allow that." Hopkins answered.

"I'm not asking for permission. I'm telling you." You warned. Your voice found a new strength.

"I forbid you." He said more sternly.

"You don't forbid me shit." You snapped. "I'm going on the field. With. Or without your help. The only difference is that once I come back, and the higher ups want to fire you, you'll either have my help to keep your job or you won't." You threatened.

You were now incredibly aware of the silence in the room.

"We'll be going with her." Coyote said.

"Melissa is staying." You said.

She frowned, ready to say something.

"Please. Amy needs her mom. And I lost too much already." You tried to argue.

She looked pained for a second, but nodded.

"I'll be going as well." Kate added.

You looked at her.

"Thank you…"

She nodded. Hopkins looked at you like you had all gone crazy.

"This is insane. I can't." He said.

"You can. And you will." You added back.

He looked agitated for a second. Probably trying to figure out what to do.

"We'll be waiting for you." Konig finally said.

The call ended. You looked at the black screen. Your reflection was almost pitiful.

"Go home. Rest. Get ready. I'll text you the departure day and time." Kate announced.

"I still haven't-" Hopkins interupted.

"You don't have to. If you have a problem. Call your superiors." You snapped again.

You stood up Riley following you. The girls headed out as well.

You had showered and started preparing a bag. Multiple gear, many equipements. Riley was laying on top of your bed, watching you. You had taken a few clothes from.. Simon. You needed them. You really wanted them. You thought about giving one away to Soap. To help him too.

Sighing, you looked around. Your head was just buzzing. You should eat something. At least a snack. You looked around, eyes passing over Riley's harness. You grabbed it, walking to him. He looked at you, ears perked up.

"You're coming with me. Because I'm not leaving you behind. But this." You let him sniff it. "This only gets put on if you want it. You do not have to go on the field." You pet him, making sure to drop a few extra kisses on top of his head.

You made sure to put Reaper in your bag as well before heading down stairs to eat.

When Kate had asked you to rest, you had expected to be able to take more than 10 minutes. Unfortunately it wasn't the case. Emergency meetings, phone calls, you had to pretty much snap at some of the highest military men in the country if not, the world. But in the end. You get what you want. Always.

You were due for the next morning. Everything was prepared. Bishop, coyote and Kate were ready as well.

You sat down in the living room that night. The tv's sound didn't seem enough to stop the silence. Riley cuddled with you. You felt the tears running down your cheeks again. It felt like the sound of his laugh echoed through the walls. The way he scolded soap or gaz. The games with everyone.

No. You needed to sleep. You really needed to. You stood up, Riley following you. You headed for his room again. You didn't think you'd ever want to leave the room from now on. But other people needed you. People who lost them too.

You slipped under the covers, Riley jumping on the bed, laying close to your body head towards the door. The words almost pained you. For a second you wished you were saying to both of them, but only one would ever be able to hear them again.

"Good night… Riley."

The next morning you woke up. Phone ringing. Kate was making sure everyone was up and ready. She had a car picking you and Riley up with your stuff. Of course you made sure the vet, sweet Dr Jenkins got everything for Riley. Food, vitamins and treats. You had indeed talked to Hopkins and Kate about her and made sure she walked straight from now on.

The plane ride was long, it made you even more tired, the girls seemed to simply roam around the plane while you sat with Riley. You nodded off for a few hours, Riley made you feel incredibly safe. Finally arriving on the base in Mexico, the plane opened to warm weather. You were the last to step out of the plane. Riley close behind. You were tackled in a hug before even realizing what was happening. Riley growled next to you, immediately getting agitated.

"Riley, down. It's ok." You ordered softly.

You were up in someone's arms, feet no longer touching the ground. Arms wrapped around his neck. The mohawk visible.

"I'm sorry.. I'm so sorry…" he apologized repeatedly, bringing tears to your eyes.

"No… it's not your fault Johnny… I'm sorry…" you comforted.

He finally dropped you down. You noticed the tears, the sniffle. You grabbed his face in your hands, making him look at you. After so long. You had started to see him as a brother. It made you feel so sad to see him like this.

"Johnny. It's not. Your fault." You told him.

He nodded, tearing up a bit more. He wiped his tears, smiling a bit. He looked down at the big dog next to you.

"So… that's Riley?" He asked.

"Yeah… you can pet him. He's nice." You said.

"He just growled at me…" he teased.

"He's very protective… a common trait amongst Riley's apparently…" you tried.

He snickered. He showed his hand to the dog who looked at you. You pet his head, showing there was no need to feel threatened. He sniffed Soap's hand before letting him pet him.

"Princesa…"

You looked up at the sound.

"Alejandro." You greeted.

He nodded. Gaz and Konig showed up as well with the rest of the team. You had received hugs from everyone. It made you suffocate a bit but you breathed through it. You stepped into their car, Riley next to you in the back. One of Alejandro's men tried to sit next to you, making Riley growl at him. Soap immediately took the spot next to you instead.

The ride home you remained silent listening to their conversation, Soap throwing a few glances at you. Once at their base, you stepped out of the car following them inside.

Soap showed you 'your room'.

"It was… Simon's one. If you're uncomfortable-"

"Thank you." You threw a little smile at him.

You grabbed into your bag, getting one of the hoodies out and walked over to him.

"You should have it…"

He looked down at it. You saw him tear up a bit again, but he thanked you, hugging you one more time before leaving you to rest.

You slept a few hours before going back to the team.

"You good?" Gaz asked..

You shrugged. You stopped in front of a table the group surrounded. Car-Keys and Grim sitting in front of laptops while the others stood.

"What do we got?" You asked.

"We have managed to quickly find the base the cartel is in. Not too far from the extraction point." Grim explained.

"We're ready to start a reckon and then get there." Alejandro added.

"We assume this cartel had something to protect. They probably felt threatened by the extraction nearby and decided to attack." Grim kept explaining.

"Intel?" You asked.

"Very probably." Kate answered.

"There's probably a whole bunch of stuff there." Car keys said, munching on something.

"But, this means the extraction…" Kate frowned.

"Was compromised." Aquila said, gaining everyone's attention. "The extraction point should have been secured. The cartel nearby should have been seen and the point moved."

"Someone fucked up." Soap concluded.

"We'll take care of that later." You nodded. "Right now, we get these assholes. Bishop, Kate and I will go on field with you. We aim for Intel."

They nodded.

"What? You can't go on the field!" Soap countered.

"Soap… I'm not good but I was trained. I can't fight like you guys but I know how to hide and escape. It's enough to get Intel while you guys get the cartel." You said.

"What if something happens…" Konig asked.

"It won't." You assured. "Not this time."

Silence fell for a bit.

"Alright. Let's start planning." Alejandro said, leaning forward on the table pointing at the map of the area.

After the briefing, everyone went to rest, getting mentally ready. You had stayed in the common areas, going through the Intel's on the laptops. Soap had walked in, sitting next to you.

"Are you holding up?" He asked.

"No?" You said with a small smile.

"I'm sorry…" he said.

"We had plans…" you said. He stayed silent, listening to you. "I told him… before he left… the house… next to yours so we could have game nights… a dog…" you snickered.

You felt your lip shake. "We had plans…" you repeated in a whisper. "And… this isn't fair…"

"You're angry. I know." He said.

"I'm furious. I'm in pain. Johnny…" he looked at you. "I see the way you look at bishop-... Margo." He looked away, hand rubbing the back of his neck. "Please. Don't let it happen to you too…" he froze. "Don't waste time. Don't waste it because… then things happen… and you never get to see your plans happen." You said, a tear running down your cheek.

His hand immediately rushed to wipe it away, making you look at him.

"You aren't alone. They're gone. But we're here. We aren't going anywhere." He tried to comfort.

"Oh… I know." You chuckled a bit darkly. "I'm not letting anyone take you away from me." You assured yourself while looking at your screen. He nodded in your peripheral vision before raising to his feet. He dropped a kiss on top of your head before walking away.

You looked at Riley laying next to you. It wasn't fair. None of this was fair. And you wanted to scream to the world you wanted to just yell at how unfair this was. You'd defeat the gods, you'd beg Hades like Orfeo did, for a single chance to get them back. If you could simply walk amongst the underworld, never looking back until you reached its doors, you'd make yourself blind just to make sure you could get them here.

You closed your eyes, sighing. You needed to sleep. You needed to. Once on the field, you needed to be aware of the situation. You needed to be safe and protect the squad. You decided to get to sleep. You had gods to fight.

The next morning the base was buzzing. Everyone was getting ready, setting up their gear. You were also getting ready, making sure you had what you needed to collect Intel. Riley had walked up to you harness in his mouth.

"Baby… you sure about this ?" You looked worried.

He poked you with his nose. You smiled.

"Alright…"

You had put on his harness, and a vest, he had switched to a very protective mode, you didn't even think it was possible. Once everyone was ready, a last briefing took place.

"Sparrow. Last chance to stay." Alejandro warned.

"Don't make me smack you." You warned back.

A few chuckled here and there and you headed to the humvees. You were truly not used to wearing a bulletproof vest. The black technical gear was ok but the heaviness of the vest was not comfortable at all. Riley remained at your leg at all times, jumping into the humvee with you. You tried to keep your nerves at a level you could manage.

"Sparrow, you stay close to us." Alejandro reminded.

You rolled your eyes but agreed.

Grim, Carkeys and Coyote we're keeping track from back at the base. Some were controlling drones, others were satelites. You looked down at Riley.

"There's nothing for a dog's ears? For the noise?" You asked.

"Hum… I don't think so…" gaz answered.

You frowned. You pet Riley.

"Alright. You stay. Close." Soap said once more before the humvee came to a stop.

"Yeah sure." You jumped out.

The team close to you, Riley at your leg. You followed, making sure to follow every order from Alejandro. You also made sure to order Grim, coyote and Car Keys through the comms. The first sounds of gunfire made you jump. You had already been on field, but only a few times. This wasn't your comfort zone.

You remained close to Soap and Konig. The blood. The deaths. You could handle it. It was still horrible and still made you nauseous… unfortunately, death had become an old friend. Time seemed to stretch, seconds felt like minutes. You moved forward, the boys clearing the way. The base was surrounded by smaller buildings, probably an old village they had captured. You had stepped around the corner when a man appeared. Riley didn't hesitate to jump on him. Konig ran to finish him.

You blinked.

"You ok?" Konig asked.

You wanted to yell no. The sudden realization that Riley could get hurt protecting you made you want to throw up… maybe it was the blood on Konig's knife too. You nodded, Riley ran back to you. Konig kept going forward, Soap not too far. You finally reached the base, the sound of gunfire was still too loud for your ears. Alejandro was already in with Rudy and Laswell. You followed through, backed up by another team. The sound now echoed in the walls and it was deafening. The headache was a sure thing once this was over.

You were torn between fear, anxiety and full on anger and rage. They killed them. Killed him. And you wanted them to pay. The way was almost clear. The first floor was completely raided. Half of the team went up, probably going after the cartel's boss. You on the other side, had noticed a door, further away to the side, hidden in the shadow. You had started to step towards it when a hand stopped. You turned to an absolutely half horrified half worried face.

"No. You don't saunter away." Soap said.

"I… i'm not. But look, that door." You said stepping closer to him, silently comforting him that you weren't going to run off somewhere.

"Gaz! Konig!" He called before turning back to you. "Stay behind me." He ordered.

You nodded. Soap walked towards it, in position. You were behind.

"Riley, stay next to me." You called.

He looked at you before stepping closer to your leg. Soap opened the door, gaz passing by you to back him up as Konig remained behind you. The door led down into a room, a row of stairs going down. Gaz turned to his radio, signaling their position. They headed straight down the stairs, now fully underground. Only the sound of the gunfire upstairs rang in a muffled echo. You frowned taking in the surroundings.

It was cold but mostly humid. A hallway stretched itself with a few doors on either side of it. You stopped towards one when a hand wrapped around your waist to lift you up, pulling you back in the squad. You turned to look at Konig as he put you down. If one thing was sure, Konig was a different person on the field. His eyes were determined, cold. You decided not to go against it. Soap threw a side glance at you to warn you again.

Suddenly someone appeared from one of the doors, gun pointed towards you. The boys were quick to react, shooting him down. You let out a shaky breath. Now it was time to check every door. The first one opened, it was empty. Second, a man was inside, chained. He looked scared, Spanish words running past his lips.

"Wait… that's one of Alejandro's men!" Gaz said.

Cold flash ran through you. You rushed out, the boys yelling after you. You opened another door and another soldier chained.

You ran again, the boys kept calling your name. Another door.

Riley growled. That's what you heard. Because you didn't anticipate being grabbed and thrown against a wall, a body keeping you there. You needed a second before realizing what was happening. Tears filled your eyes.

"DAD!!" You let out in a broken cry.

Price's eyes opened wide. You pushed away his hands that were holding onto your vest to take him in your arms.

He wrapped them around you as the boys ran inside the room.

"Oh my fucking god!" Gaz let out.

"Captain!" Konig called happily.

"Boys! What is she doing here?" Price finally asked, confused.

"It's Y/N. Do we need more explanation?" Soap joked, hugging him too.

"Alright… alright… let's leave this for another time." He reminded everyone.

"Price…" you called again.

He turned to you.

"S..simon?" You asked. The hope in your eyes was visible.

"Y/N… I don't know. He was with me but… they took him." He said.

"Let's keep looking." Gaz said. "But this time you stay!" He scolded.

You nodded.

"Are you alright? Did I hurt you?" Price worried.

"I'm fine… I'm fine." You assured.

He was alive. He was alive. He was bruised, and had a few cuts. He… was tortured. The thought probably made you pale, because he noticed.

"Hey. Hey. Look at me. It's alright. It's alright."

You wanted to cry and hold onto him. But he dropped a kiss on your forehead. He gently pushed you forwards to follow Gaz and Soap as Konig handed him a gun. You kept walking, Riley alert next to you. Some of Alejandro's men had joined you, taking their teammates out to safety and joining in on the search.

Another door, empty. Another one, a soldier, dead. Your heart was stammering, almost cutting out the noise around you. The last door opened. Soap was grabbed and pushed to the ground immediately. You passed by gaz watching the scene. Riley was ready to jump to protect him when you grabbed his harness holding him back.

The tattoo. The tattoo.

"SIMON!" You screamed.

He froze. He was on top of soap, fist in the air. Soap looked shocked.

"LT…" he let out.

"Soap…"

His voice. Fuck.. HIS VOICE. You let out a whimper. It caught his attention and he immediately turned to you, eyes wide in shock. He wasn't wearing his mask. They had taken his mask. He rushed up and jumped to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, fully crying. He tried to shush you, hand caressing your hair. You were far gone. The relief you felt was overwhelming. He was here. He was here.

"Y/N… baby…"

His voice. His calling. Your name on his lips. You let go a bit, just to capture his lips. Fuck. His taste. Him. His lips. He groaned against your lips. He parted.

"What the fuck are you doing here…" he scolded.

"I'm saving my man." You answered in the same tone.

"She's too stubborn." Soap added as Gaz helped him up.

Konig grabbed a spare balaclava from his pocket in his vest, and handed it to him.

Simon grabbed it, nodding towards Konig before turning to soap, his arms still wrapped tightly around you.

"You ok?" He asked.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine. Nice reflex from you and captain…" he teased.

Simon frowned, turning to Price.

"Jumped on Sparrow… she's fine though…" price said apologetically.

You nodded away when Simon looked down at you. He then looked next to you.

"So we meet…"

Riley growled a bit.

"I think he's jealous…" you joked.

"Well… we're gonna have to share, buddy." He joked too.

"This is nice. But we should get out of here first." Gaz announced.

They nodded. Simon put on the balaclava before another soldier handed him a gun.

"Y/N-" he started.

"Stay close. I know!" You rolled your eyes.

He looked at you intensely.

"If you know, can you please do it?" Gaz said.

You looked away, feeling the stare of Simon burning through you.

"Let's go." Price ordered.

You followed, still in formation. Now one thing remained in your mind. They had seen his face. The comms rang, Alejandro warning that the cartel's boss was dead. Alright. Less threat. You had to get to their Intel. You had to make sure they had no proof of his face and they had no other information.

You had climbed up, back on the first floor. Alejandro and Laswell were shocked to see the two men. You took your chance to slip through their attention, Riley following you up. You tried to be careful, jumping over dead bodies, looking into rooms, making sure there was no one left. You were doing something stupid. Terribly stupid. But you needed to make sure. You turned on your comms into an empty channel.

"Richard." You called. "Car-Keys."

The static growled and a voice finally spoke.

"Sparrow? Any trouble?"

"No. I need help though."

"All ears."

You had finally walked into a room where various computers and electronics were. You quickly grabbed your bag, taking out flash drives and other things.

"I'm connecting to their equipment. Copy it for us and then delete it."

"Roger that."

"Really got that military code now." You snickered.

"What can I say, I know how to adapt."

You shook your head. You connected your own equipment.

"Got it. Give me a few minutes."

"Y/N."

You jumped, spinning around. Riley growled, mostly because of your reaction.

"Sparrow?! You ok?!" The comms rang.

"Hum yeah… just get the Intel." You turned it off.

He stepped to you. Furious.

"Simon-"

"I told you to stay close." His voice was dark.

"I.. I know but. I need their Intel."

He frowned.

"Why?"

"Because… you don't have your mask. I need to know if they took proof. If they shared it." You explained.

He sighed, lowering his forehead to yours.

"Don't do this. We need to get to safety. I can't lose you." He said.

"You can't lose me?" You chuckled bittersweetly. "I lost you… and I wished I died with you." His eyes widened. "And I'll be damned if I'd let anyone else try to take you from me."

He lifted his balaclava, trapping you in a heated kiss. You moaned against his lips.

"Si..mon.." you tried.

"You have not left my mind for a second. Do you understand?" He said, parting from you.

"Your eyes… your taste. Your smell, your fucking touch." He growled.

"Do you think it left my mind?" You countered. "I still can't believe you're here… Simon…" you whimpered.

"Hush baby… I'm here… I'm here with my bunny." He dropped kisses to your cheeks, your nose, the tears falling and wetting his lips. "I'm so sorry… I'm sorry I've put you through this."

You stopped him, making him frown.

"You didn't. They did." You said sternly.

"Got it." Your earpiece told you. You turned your coms back on.

"Ok. What you got?"

"Lots of stuff, too much to go through, good news, nothing's been shared, Grim is checking."

Simon didn't look away from you. He seemed mesmerized by you, like an eerie dream.

"What's more, they connected all their equipment to their central power system. Idiots could have blown themselves up with a simple DDOS."

You smirked.

"I got the Intel."

Simon nodded, pulling his mask back down. You got to work, taking back your things before putting your backpack on again.

"Let's go..stay close or I'm handcuffing you to Konig."

You gasped, shocked, but he pulled you with him. Riley followed, joining you as you met the others.

"You are… I don't even know what you are." Kate said, looking furious.

"Happy. Relieved. Thrilled? I don't know kate… perhaps lost in a god complex." You teased with a big smile.

She warmed up instantly.

"Good. Now let's go.”

Simon grabbed your wrist pulling you with him towards the exit behind the boys. He leant towards you, whispering to your ears only.

"Just so you know. I'm going to fuck the disobedience out of you, as soon as I can bunny."

You blushed, biting your lip. Everyone hurried back to the humvees, Riley getting in with you.

You turned to your comms.

"Car-Keys."

"Yep?"

"Blow it up."

"Really?! You're giving me permission?!"

"I'm ordering you. Check the drones, make sure we're far enough, and overheat the power system. I left a connection open."

"ROGER THAT." He answered excitedly.

"What are you saying?" Soap asked.

"Nothing." You smiled.

He frowned but quickly left it out. Soap finally decided to go for a hug and tackled Simon.

"Thought we lost you…" you heard.

Simon patted his back, hugging him back.

"Let's go sergeant."

Soap nodded, getting in the humvee with him. It roared as you started driving back to the base.

"I can't wait to have you home.." you whispered to him.

"I can't wait to be home with you…" he whispered back.

You smiled at him, eyes filling with relief again. He was here. He was safe, alive. Bruised and filled with cuts… but he was here. You felt dizzy again. Soap noticed.

"Are you alright?" He worried.

Simon's head snapped towards you.

"Y/N?"

"I'm.. I'm fine. Just tired. It's been a rollercoaster for the past few days. I'll rest once we're at base." You reassured them.

They nodded.

Far away, in the distance, a wrecking sound, an explosion was heard. Soap looked at you.

You simply smirked.

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SIKE.

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Jim Gordon had seen a lot of things in all his years as both an officer and Commissioner but for the most part things stayed at an arms length or he was able to easily separate himself from situations. Of course, there were incidents that were a bit harder to seperate from like Barbara becoming paralyzed due to Joker, all the times he or Barabara nearly died, kidnappings, and watching friends and loved ones either die or go down a dark path, but for the most part his life wasn't too crazy.

At least that was until one summer that all changed rather dramatically. In the form of a redhaired teenager showing up at his police station. She was around 17 and was wearing teal pants, a black shirt and a teal headband. But no matter her age or what she was wearing it didn't change the fact that she looked like Barabra had when she was younger.

That mixed with the fact that she specifically asked to see 'Jim Gordon' was something that made all of the Gotham PD point her in his direction. Once they were face to face the girl let out a shaky breath.

"My name is Jasmine Fenton, I'm your second cousin and I need your help protecting my brother from my parents and Batman."

Jim was shocked, blinking confusion away as he held up his hand. "Wait wait. You're my-"

"Second cousin. My mother is Madeline Walker."

Maddie. He knew Maddie though he had only met her a couple of times. Her mom and his dad were siblings. That explained why Jasmine looked so much like Barbara at least.

"Maddie... right, I remember Maddie. Okay, so why does your brother need protection? Specifically from your parents and Batman?"

Jasmine played with her hands. "My... my brother is different, Commissioner Gordon and my parents found out. They hurt him... badly. So we came here because you're the only one who might be able to help us but if Batman finds out we're here then Danny could get hurt again. B-but my parents and the government are wrong out him! H-he's not evil, he's a hero. H-he's a hero but because of what he is... he's labled as evil..."

Jim frowned, "Okay... is your brother a meta?"

Jasmine shook her head. "No."

Damn. Meta protection act wouldnt help here.

"Alright... is your brother with you?"

Jasmine sniffled then nodded. "He's in the car sleeping."

Jim stood up, grabbing his jacket off of the coat hanger. "Take me to him, please."

"You won't hurt him?"

"You have my word."

Jasmine looked at him, her teal eyes filled with more exhaustion and anxiety than any childs should be. Then, she let out a shaky breath and lead him out of the room.

They walked through the police station before Jasmine lead him out to the parking lot to the furthest corner of it where a beat up red station wagon was parked alone. Jasmine then gestured to the back window as Jim looked in.

The seats had been laid down and blankets laid out in a makeshift bed where a teenager around 14 or 15 laid sleeping on it. The teenager had healing bruises on his face and arms as well as a multitude of bandages that Jim could see peeking over the blanket, specifically on his chest. What had Jim the most concerened though was how pale the boy was and how weak his breathing seemed.

Any doubts Jim might have had immediately flew out the window. It no longer mattered who these two kids were they were kids in trouble.

"Why didn't you take him to the hosptial?" Jim asked, looking at Jasmine who looked ready to cry.

"Because if the Government finds out where he is they'll take him away and kill him. What he is isnt supposed to exist and is listed as 'dangerous'." She sniffled.

Jim frowned. The goverment couldn't know yet they took the risk to come to him? They must have been desperate.

"Okay, let me see your keys. I'll take you kids to my place to hide then call my daughter."

"Y-your daughter?" Jasmine asked, handing the keys over regardless.

"Yeah. She's good with these kinds of things and if she can't help I might know somebody else who can." Jim explained, climbing into the drivers seat as Jasmine ran to the other side.

"T-they won't turn us in, right?"

"No, they wont. My daughter is a librarian and my friend is a butler, they know how to keep secrets." He promised, pulling away from the police station in the direction of his house.

He could only hope that he would be able to help these two kids, and that whatever fear they had of the Batman wouldn't end up being justified fears.

#dp x dc prompt #my prompts #more of a oneshot #i was bored

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The Man Who Sold The World | Luke Castellan

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Katherine. She was the one who started it all for Luke Castellan, the reason he did what he did.

Warnings: Mature themes/language. Violence. Sexual content.

Chapter One: Out of the Woods

It was dark, and he was running, but Luke Castellan knew what he saw. He was weak and weary, having been running from a vengeful flock of Stymphilian birds and their venomous droppings. He’d since lost track of exactly how long he’d been running through the woods for, but the sky told him it had been little more than three days.

His legs had gone numb long ago; his only options were simply to keep running, or die. Luke had no choice but to keep running. He would’ve been able to kill the birds days ago, but he’d been left nearly defenseless after a long quest in the midwest.

He’d lost everything but a jagged and cracked Celestial bronze dagger, along with a backpack that was empty except for an empty bottle of water and only half of a granola bar. Luke had nothing to save him, except for his training.

He’d had no time to stop and fashion something to save him. He was without recourse, and completely alone. Or so he thought, until he reached a dead end. Luke was running furiously through the trees in the dead of night, delirious with fatigue and starvation. It had been hours since he’d last had water, and days since he’d eaten. He was finally beginning to fall victim to his exhaustion after three days of fighting for survival.

His feet dragged in the woods, and he feared his body was beginning to shut down. His vision, in the darkness, was next to nothing. He knew that, with his succumbing to fatigue, the birds would be closing in soon, which meant death. He tripped on a rock as he ran, falling to the ground.

“You must go on, my child,” a voice said in his head. “Come to your sovereign, and claim eternal glory.”

Even in his state, Luke was aware the voice wasn’t his father’s. He had fallen onto his stomach, his arms not strong enough to prop him up as he stared at the darkness of the ground, surrounded by sticks, leaves, and rocks. As his eyes slowly fell closed and claws dug into his back, he saw a pair of black boots hit the ground next to him before everything quickly faded away.

*****

Luke woke to sunlight softly shining through a veil of trees in the woods. He slowly sat up, not recalling falling asleep on his back. He was also surprised to wake up not alone, to another face hovering somewhere not too far above his own.

“There he is,” a deep, resonant voice cut through the silence.

Luke frowned, feeling oddly well-rested as he sat up. He was startled to see a young, completely unfamiliar girl sitting across from him. She was the one who had spoken, and immediately, Luke was alerted by her presence.

“You can relax. I’m not gonna kill you,” the girl said calmly, which he found both comforting and off-putting at the same time. “If I wanted to do that, I could’ve done it whenever I wanted within the past two days.”

“Two days?” Luke demanded, refusing to believe that he’d spent two days in the presence of this strange girl.

“Yeah. I found you a couple days ago, about to get pulled apart by a flock of Stymphilian birds,” she said. “You’re welcome for that, by the way.”

“What—Who are you?” Luke questioned, “How did you—How am I alive right now?”

He knew absolutely nothing about her, but purely based on the fact that she had saved him, he figured he could safely assume that she was a demigod.

“One question at a time,” she said flatly.

“Okay, what happened?” Luke asked her.

“I was hunting those birds. I knew they were somewhere around these woods, so I’d been hiding out here for the past four days,” she explained.

It hurt Luke a bit that this girl had not only meant to find the birds he’d been trying to escape from, but she had also taken less time to find and track them than he’d taken to evade them.

“I found them chasing you, so I killed them,” she stated, tossing what looked like a bronze feather at him. “That’s yours, by the way.”

“Okay…” Luke nodded, slowly pocketing the feather. “And, who are you?”

“Katherine ,” she supplied.

“Katherine. Alright,” he adjusted gradually. “And… how did you kill an entire pack of Stymphilian birds?”

“Celestial bronze crossbow bolts,” Katherine stated, as if it were obvious.

“So, you’re a demigod,” he deduced.

She nodded. “I am.”

“Who’s… who’s your godly parent?” Luke wondered.

“Nemesis,” she said softly.

And suddenly, her demeanor made sense. Just meeting Katherine, Luke sensed that her every movement was calculated and precise. She clearly hadn’t saved him from the birds out of pure altruism or kindness; it was some sort of act of survival. How, he didn’t know, but he knew she’d seen something useful in him.

Luke also saw Katherine’s value, and not just because he was aware she’d saved his life. Katherine was clearly a survivor, with a small but efficient utility belt around her waist. The only way Luke Castellan could’ve described her was ‘ready’. She was clearly dressed for her hunt, in clothes that looked like she’d bought them at some sort of army surplus store.

Katherine was an interesting-looking person, with a soft, beautiful face that didn’t necessarily match her clothes. Despite wearing a heavy brown jacket and a thin black tank top, accompanied by a durable pair of jeans and black combat boots Luke had seen when he passed out, he couldn’t deny the beauty of her features.

Katherine had long, straight back hair that she wore down, and wide, almost-black eyes framed by long lashes. She had fair skin and bony features that reflected years of athleticism, which could be found in most demigods.

“Who’s yours?” she wondered. “Apollo? Hermes? Athena, maybe?”

“Uh, Hermes,” Luke replied, not quite proudly. “Hey, Katherine, do you know the way out of these woods?” he asked her.

“Yeah, past the sign, and onto the road,” she said as she opened a crumpled piece of paper he assumed was some sort of map.

“What?”

“I spent the past couple of days getting us through the woods and to the nearest rest stops.”

“How?” Luke exclaimed, not understanding what had even happened.

“I carried you on my back,” she responded nonchalantly.

“Seriously? Like one long piggy back ride?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said as he realized she also had some sort of training as a demigod. “I considered hiking us up to that motel up the road, but I figured it wouldn’t be such a great look trying to check into a motel with an unconscious guy.”

“Yeah, that makes sense,” he agreed. “Thank you. For that,” he said awkwardly.

Luke stopped for a moment, processing everything he’d just heard.

“I’ve really been out for two days?”

“Yeah. Like I said, if I wanted to kill you, you’d have been dead two days ago,” she frowned.

“Right. How long have we been here?” Luke asked her.

“About a day and a half,” Katherine provided. “I thought I’d let you sleep before we get moving again.”

“‘Get moving’?” he thought aloud.

“Yeah. That’s what I was gonna talk to you about,” she began. “I’m on a new hunt. And, I could… use a spare,” she shrugged.

“A ‘spare’?” Luke echoed. “No, I can’t, I have to get back to Camp.”

“Oh, yeah. I almost forgot most kids end up at that place,” Katherine remarked.

“You’re obviously not a camper,” Luke pointed out, “So… What’s your story?”

“I don’t have one,” Katherine said as she started walking toward the road, not waiting as Luke struggled to throw his backpack over his shoulder and follow along.

“What do you mean, you don’t have one?” Luke persisted. “Everyone has a story.”

“You want my story?” she sighed. “My mother is Nemesis. My father was my nemesis. Now I hunt monsters. There, now come help me find the biggest monster either of us have ever faced.”

“What monster are you trying to hunt that you can’t kill yourself?” he asked. “A dragon? Hydra?”

“No, I’ve killed three,” she said dismissively.

“Then what are you hunting?” he stared at her.

“That’s something between me, and whoever’s gonna help me hunt it.”

“Look,” Luke began, “I probably would, if I didn’t have to get back to Camp…”

“Why? You have a curfew?” she scoffed.

“Well, no,” he considered.

“What, you have to get back? Someone’s gonna die?” Katherine suggested mockingly.

“No.”

“Then what’s the issue?” she stopped, crossing her arms.

“Well,” he contemplated, finding himself more curious about Katherine and her quest than anything. “I guess you can tell me what you’re hunting, and I can see what I can do.”

“So, what,” she challenged him, her alluring eyes locked on his as she looked up at him, “You’re in?”

“Yeah,” Luke decided confidently, accepting the challenge, “Hit me.”

The girl led him down the side of the road to the nearest motel, sparingly offering details.

“A group of demigods I met down south told me about something in the Underworld. Something valuable,” she explained. “And we’re gonna go looking for it.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna need a little more than that,” Luke told her as they trudged down the road.

“Like what?” Katherine asked in turn.

“Um, your last name, maybe,” he proposed.

“Montalvo,” she responded.

“Okay, we’re getting somewhere,” Luke nodded approvingly. “Now, what city are we in?” he asked in confusion.

“Sand Springs,” she supplied.

Luke was quiet throughout the rest of the walk to the motel listed on the road signs, needing an hour or so of silence to process everything that had happened in the past few days. After he and Katherine had checked into a motel room together, he sat down on one of the beds.

“Do you care which bed you take?” he asked politely.

“No. You can have that one,” she said indifferently.

“Alright,” Luke remarked, sitting down comfortably as he thought for a moment. “Hey, I know you saved my life and all, and I’m grateful, but before we get into the whole quest thing, I just have some questions…”

“You didn’t snore, and I’m not a creep.”

“Uh, no, that’s not what I meant,” Luke promised her.

“Then, what do you wanna know?” she asked, sitting down across from him on her bed.

“How, uh… How’d you end up on your own?” he wondered.

“Why do you care?” she asked, her question coming off more genuine than sarcastic.

“I just met you,” he reasoned, “I don’t know anything about you.”

“Okay, fine,” she sighed, thinking for a moment. “I ran away from home when I was twelve.”

“I ran away when I was nine,” Luke said sympathetically.

“Why?” she wondered.

“You first,” he stated.

“My dad… He was an asshole. So, when I was twelve, I left. And like any demigod, monsters started chasing me. They didn’t stop, and I was on my own. So I started finding them first.”

“I’m sorry,” Luke said softly. “That must’ve hard, living on your own all this time.”

“It’s fine. My car’s outside. I get by,” she shrugged.

“You have a car?” he asked.

“Yeah. It’s not far from here, I gotta go get it,” she told him.

“Okay. I’ll come with you.”

“Alright,” she decided, walking out the door as he followed.

“What do you drive?”

“‘67 Camaro,” she responded.

“How old are you?” he asked to clarify.

“Eighteen.”

“Oh. We’re the same age,” he realized.

“Mazel tov,” Katherine said icily.

“How long has it been since you’ve had human contact?” Luke frowned.

“Not long enough,” Katherine sighed, pointedly walking ahead of him.

They walked down the street, not far from a nearby gas station, where the white Camaro was parked.

“The keys are in the car,” she told him, looking through the small crack in the car window that had been left open.

“Oh, shit,” Luke reacted.

“Can you reach your arm through the window?”

“Why?” he questioned, “Your arms are smaller than mine.”

“Are they?” she raised an eyebrow teasingly.

“God, you could use some human interaction,” Luke muttered, “Just get the keys.”

Katherine sighed, carefully sticking her hand through the car window.

“Fuck,” she grunted, unable to reach the car keys on the seat.

Luke looked around for help, trying to find someone who might be able to help them, only seeing a police car down the street.

“Oh, maybe those cops can help.”

“Quick,” Katherine hissed, “Follow my lead.”

“Follow your lead for what?”

Before Luke could think, she leaned in towards him, pulling him in by his shirt. Luke gasped into the sudden kiss, his lips pressed against hers in urgency as the police car passed them by. After a moment, fighting most of his instincts, he pulled away from her in shock, studying her for a moment.

“This car,” Luke exclaimed breathlessly, “It’s not yours. Is it?”

Katherine just shrugged, turning the key in the ignition as they both quickly climbed into the car.

“It is now.”

Chapter Two

#luke castellan #percy jackson #percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo hoo toa #pjo fandom #rick riordan #riordan universe #riordanverse #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan imagine #jake abel #pjo luke #pjo series #adam milligan

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Emily PrentissxJennifer JareauxReader:

The reader is working for the BAU and has a really bad migraine (She has chronic migraines but didn't tell anyone). She is really mad and distant toward her friends (you can include the boys too but make me girls main please) and they notice it and have a little intervention with her. After that a lot of fluff where Emily and JJ care for her

Authors note: Unfortunately I don´t have an Emily Prentiss x Daughter reader story, but I have added a new one to write. Until then, there is only one Emily Prentiss x Jennifer Jareau x Reader story from me today

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You could say that you were a person with enormous stamina and a high tolerance level. Something that was a must for anyone who worked as a Supervisory Special Agent for the Behavioral Analysis Unit and under Aaron Hotch. Many people admired you for not jumping off the next cliff under the unbearable circumstances of this job.

And you yourself sometimes admired your own achievements. But everyone had their limits and it was a recurring thing that happened during your work hours. You ignored the first triggers. You exceeded your physical limits and your migraine appeared.

You could have guessed it when you got back on the plane from Oxford. The terrible serial killer and the panic it caused in the city, the fact that he had abused and murdered seven women. This case had taken more of a toll on you than you would have liked and you tried to deal with your problems in your own way. Which meant you threw yourself into the work, no matter how mundane every clue was and no matter what wall you hit.

“Y/n, maybe you should take a break?” begged Emily, noticing that you were doing everything you could to get Oxford out of your bones as quickly as possible. You, however, waved her off without saying a word and continued to stare at the white board on which every clue was hanging. "Do not need a break, I am fine." The black-haired went along with it, stayed by your side and tolerated your moods even when they drove her crazy.

Non-stop, without a break and with lack of sleep and malnutrition, you battled the nagging headaches and mild nausea. You became more and more tired, yawned and became increasingly sensitive to the loud noises of the office. Something you could tolerate skillfully. But Emily and your colleagues not.

You clearly knew you were on the verge of a migraine when you started seeing visual symptoms of a migraine aura. Your vision became distorted, sometimes weaker, sometimes sharper. For a few minutes you only saw white in your left eye, but you kept going, not giving yourself a break. You knew that no other woman could die because of you.

Hour after hour you were exhausted and just trudged from the office to the coffee machine. With a nasty headache and feeling like you might throw up, you swallowed it all and sat down on a chair while Penelope talked loudly to Derek. You felt like your head was going to explode at any moment from their voices. "Could you PLEASE shut up or at least go to another room to flirt with each other?" you huffed and massaged your temples, their sighs ringing like a hurricane in your ears. "Some people want to work here."

"Babygirl, are you okay?" he asked, surprised at your momentary outburst. He had never been allowed to see you like this, you had never snapped at him. A sharp pain shot through your temples and you hastily stood up. "Hey, cutie pie? What is going on?" the technical analyst also chimed in and waited for any kind of answer.

"I am fine, just leave me alone." your words came out of your mouth hastily and probably slurred, but you did not care. You had to go to the toilet immediately. Without turning around again, you quickly walked out of the office and stumbled in the direction you were heading. Every time you made contact with the ground, the headache got worse and you begged not to throw up on the way. You saw distorted vision in your right eye while small white flashes danced in front of it.

Rushing into the bathroom, you stood in front of the sink, panting and swallowing convulsively. Having migraines was terrible and right now you could not use one. You sighed in relief when you did not throw up, as long as you did not, it was not all that bad.

Loud footsteps sounded outside the door and a knock made your head explode. “Oh, y/n.” A rough voice spoke and you looked in the mirror. Emily and JJ had pushed through the door one after the other and were now standing with their backs to you, their arms crossed over their chests. Furthermore, you paid attention to your reflection in the mirror, which said that any idiot could see that a corpse in pathology looked healthier than you. So did the trained agents on your team. "What is wrong?"

You did not even hear half of the sentence, the second word was the end of it. You ran into one of the stables, fell to your knees and managed to bend over the toilet just in time. You squeezed your eyes shut as tears streamed down your cheeks and you threw up violently. “y/n?” the blondes voice had an worried undertone and you did not notice her standing strictly behind you. The next thing you felt were cool hands on your neck and shoulders.

Jerking away from the touch, leaning your head back against the wall as you pulled your knees into your body. You tried to block so many sounds and other sensations from your body, while only this crushing and throbbing pain existed in your head.

Once again you felt cold hands on your skin and everything in you protested as they helped him to his feet, an arm was placed around your shoulder and led you out of the bathroom and through the hallway. Soon your face made contact with a pillow and a relieved sigh rolled past your lips. You did not know where you were, just that it was quiet. Still, your currently oversensitive ears heard Hotch appearing to be talking to Emily, JJ, and the rest of the group. "No, we have no idea what is going on."

“Did you ask her?”

"We tried, but we got no response." at some point there was an angry snort at the blonde's answer and there were more footsteps in front of the door. The squeaking sound echoed through your head, pounding inside before the space on the couch shrank and a shadow appeared in front of you. "Sweetie, cards on the table. Tell us what is going on?"

The voice of the of the blonde was painful, yet it was strangely comforting to hear a familiar and loving voice. Still, you flinched violently as something cool was brushed onto your forehead. The nausea slowly subsided. "Chronic migraines since adolescence. But not so severe for a while."

Long fingers tugged at the disheveled and stray strands of hair on your face before she stood up again and walked to the windows. The room darkened, blinds closed and you moaned pleasantly. After making a trip to the door, she told the expected teammates what you had told her. You only heard a quiet "I will stay with her, but someone has to get me the medication out of my bag," before the door closed quietly and she sat down on the office chair, looking over you thoughtfully.

JJ waited for Emily to come back with some things and watched you laying there in pain, exhausted and completely distracted by the thunder in your head, trying to be as silent as she could. A few minutes later, the door opened again. You saw Emily through squinted eyes and spotted a bucket in her hand, a bowl of water, wipes under her arms and a large disposable syringe.

"What do you want to inject into me?" you asked surprised and a little frightened by the size of the abnormally large syringe. The blonde knelt down in front of you, pulling up your sweater and waiting for the black-haired one to hand it over. "Metoclopramide,"

"How do you know what to inject into me and where did you get it from?"

"You are not the only one who gets migraines. I used to get them often enough and since then I have always had an injection with me to protect myself from them in case they happen again." she frowned and laughed quietly. You nodded in acceptance and there was a moment of silence before a hot, stabbing pain shot through your lower torso and you cried out. "That hurts!"

Emily sat on the armrest and slipped her fingers between your own. You squeezed it tightly and she hoped to take the temporary pain away from you. "Why did not you tell us?" the black-haired asked sadly you huffed through gritted teeth. "I did not want to be a burden to you. I did not want to seem weak," you replied, shrugging.

"It was stupid of you not to say anything. At least to JJ or me." She paused briefly and you raised your head in confusion before nodding in understanding and looking over at the blonde. With a half-smile, she placed a band-aid on the wound and placed a thin blanket over your legs. "Okay. Next time I will let you know, I promise."

They both nodded and stood up. While JJ was putting away the trash, Emily leaned over and gave you a gentle kiss on the top of your head before she disappeared out of the door. "I will make you some tea,"

"You never make tea."

"I will do it today for a very special and stubborn person." She spoke in a whisper, winking at you. You laughed quietly and already felt a million times better than you did a few minutes ago. With a yawn, you sank deeper into the pillow and watched as the blonde turned on a small lamp at the desk in the dark room so she could continue working. "Thanks,"

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Slow Hands | Chapter 3 “trust me to trust you”

A/N: I sat on this story for awhile as I’m already figuring out how I want to develop the plot. I can tell this is going to turn into another passion project for me as I love the idea of post!outbreak domestic Joel and finding love in his late age. This chapter you get a little glimpse into what outbreak day was like for Beanie. Please remember that the nature of this fic will have dark themes. I will mark the warnings appropriately, but please read with caution. 🖤

~word count: 5.2k~

Pairing | Joel Miller x f! Reader

Summary: early winter mornings, fear of the past, a felt fawn, and Maria’s egg casserole.

Warnings: Canon-typical violence from outbreak day, mentions of loss, carnage, brink of death, depictions of a knife wound, PTSD, panic attacks, trigger responses, mentions of a firearm, I am no expert on the subject but I have done some research as I know it’s a delicate topic, angst, Joel is struggling to adjust to living a domestic life, anxiety, feeling like an outcast, grumpy old man! Joel, shy! Joel, kinda mean! Joel, sunshine reader, flirting, fluff, awkward situations, reminiscing on the past, reader has no physical descriptions and is from Texas, reader has a nickname (beanie bc y’know coffee beans) no age gap, vulgar language, slow burn, this is a fic that takes place post-outbreak so please keep in mind that there will be dark/triggering themes, but to also remember that it is not the main plot line for the story. Please read with caution. (+18) minors dni!

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It had been over 20 years since outbreak day, when your world and life as you once knew it, turned to flames and ash before the frightened whites of your eyes. Your coffee shop, Cuppa Smiles, was your little slice of heaven. You had put so much love, dedication, and passion into your establishment. Your coworkers were friends from college that were just looking for a change of pace from their 9-5’s just like the next person.

They all tried to kill you, whatever they were now. It had happened all so fast, and even now on the quietest of nights, you could still hear their snarls and animalistic growls. You could still remember the frightened screams, the chaos and destruction as a Boeing 747 collided into the earth and burst into flames, debris falling from the explosion, hitting those who were fleeing, and those who were no longer living. You remember tumbling along the concrete, rolling like a sack of potatoes as you struggled to breathe. To your direct left was a truck flipped over on its side.

Through the harsh ringing in your ears, you could make out two male voices on the other side of the truck. The one man was holding a young girl to his chest who couldn’t be more than 12-13 years old.

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I know.” The man’s tone was urgent, rushed and laced with fear as he held his daughter close.

“We gotta get off the street!” The other man shouted desperately.

“Tommy!”

“Head to the river! I’ll find a way. Get her outta here, Joel! Go!”

Joel.

Joel..Miller?

The last time you saw Joel Miller, all you could remember was the fear in his eyes, before everything around you went black.

When Tommy and Maria Miller discovered you on the outskirts of Jackson, looking like you were all skin and bones as you slipped off your horse's saddle and into the cool dirt. Your body was exhausted, your resources were spent and now you just hoped that you would die peacefully. That was until a strong pair of arms were gently lifting you from the dirt as your body laid like a limp fish.

“D’ya think she’s still breathin?’” Tommy asked his wife as she was quickly checking your pulse.

“Barely. She must have been riding for days out in this heat.”

“She showin’ any signs of bein’ infected?” Tommy knew the protocol of bringing in stragglers from outside Jackson, and if you were found to be infected..

Maria made quick work to check your body for any signs of a bite mark. She took sudden interest in a large bloodstain through the tattered fabric of your shirt. She gently lifted the fabric from the hem to discover a gruesome sight. What appeared to be done by the work of a sharp blade was a long semi deep, gnarly gash carving from your abdomen, up your torso, curving under your left breast and wrapped around your ribcage to your left shoulder blade.

“Fuckin’ hell. Someone tried to carve her up?” Tommy asked in disbelief as his wife gently pulled the hem of your shirt back down.

“Raiders, no doubt. She’s not infected. I can’t find any bite marks, but one thing’s for certain though, this woman has been through some hell.”

It was well over an hour till sunrise when Joel Miller lumbered out of his home, shovel in hand and bundled up fiercely in multiple thick layers to protect his skin from the harsh biting cold. His plan was simple, head over to your house down the street, shovel your walkway, and ask you to accompany him to breakfast. It really was quite simple, but despite that he was running a script over in his mind on exactly what he wanted to say to you.

Hey Beanie, was wonderin’ if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?

Wait..what if she declines? Then what are you gonna say?

Uhh..

Oh, well that’s alright! Maybe another time? No pressure or nothin.’

What if..she thinks it’s strange that you’re shoveling her walkway at the crack ass of dawn?

Jus’ doin’ my neighborly duty. Besides, it’s jus’ a friendly favor, y’know cause we’re friends?

I sound like an idiot.

Maybe I should just..start off with saying good morning?

I’m hopeless.

Joel grumbled to himself as he trudged through the snow. The whipping wind bit at his exposed skin but he welcomed the chill without a complaint. The harsh elements were just another reminder that he was still alive and breathing.

The outside of your home was just as he expected it to be, quaint, yet quirky. He imagined that in the summer months your front porch would be scattered with flowers and plants. The mailbox just outside your gate was crooked and could definitely use a fresh coat of paint, and the wooden gate was a little creaky, but nothing he couldn’t easily fix. He was already making a little mental note of everything he wanted to fix on, and around your home.

The snow was a few inches deep, it stopped just below the top of his boots. His back already screamed a dull pain up his spine as he bent down with the shovel and got to work. The pain he felt in his muscles was just another reminder that he was still alive.

He gritted his teeth together, jaw clenched as he worked through the first section of your covered walkway.

You never considered yourself to be a heavy sleeper even before the apocalypse. A door slamming, or pots clinking in the kitchen sink at your long since abandoned apartment was all it took to stir you from your slumber. Now, even in the safety of Jackson, your brain was always ticking. What could be lurking behind that dark shadow across the street? Realistically, nothing. It’s just your brain playing a dirty trick on you. A branch outside your window snaps, it’s just the wind. It’s just the wind because it’s storming out, and a strong wind can break even the sturdiest of branches. That noise you heard in the dead of the night? It was just an animal. Maybe a raccoon or a screech from a barn owl. It wasn’t a clicker. You were safe, so why couldn’t your brain just..turn off? Why was it still stuck in this survival mode when nothing inside Jackson’s strong walls could hurt you.

This sound in particular was different. It was unfamiliar, and unfamiliar meant danger. Scraping, grunts, more scraping; man. The hairs on the back of your neck were standing up as you shot out of bed like a bat out of hell. You kept your shotgun next to your bed because well..you could never be too careful. You never had a reason to use it, but it brought you some form of comfort that you didn’t realize you so desperately needed until Tommy experienced your triggers firsthand when he had accidentally snuck up on you while your back was turned to him behind the counter of your shop. The last time he had seen fear struck that deep inside one person, was the night Sarah died in Joel’s arms. So, Tommy lended you a shotgun as an apology.

He’s out there. He’s trying to get me. I have to run. I have to hide. He’s found me and he—he’s going to take me away.

Your brain was screaming at you as you crept down the steps. Every step you took you feared would be your last. It had been sometime since you experienced an episode as severe as this one. Other times you were able to talk yourself back down to logic. Sometimes you’d resort to unbridled violence, usually on a sack of sugar. This time, you felt as if you had no control over your body's current state. It was as if you were reliving—

Joel had his bad ear facing towards your front door. Between the pain in his back, and the scraping of the metal shovel along the concrete, he wasn’t able to detect the front door creaking open.

His back was facing you as you shakily pointed the barrel of your gun at what you thought was an intruder. Due to the low light from the sun barely peeking over the mountains, all you saw was a darkened figure bent over in the middle of your walkway. Had it been brighter out, perhaps you would have recognized the lone figure to be Joel.

Your ears were ringing loudly as the inner voice inside of your brain was demanding you to shoot. Shoot him and then run, and never look back. Your breath grew shallow as the figure slowly turned around to start on the next snow patch..and then immediately froze.

Joel dropped the shovel with a heavy clank as he slowly raised his hands above his head to show you that he was no immediate threat to your safety. “Beanie? Hey, it’s alright darlin’ it’s just me.”

He’s lying

Your entire body was trembling at the top of the steps as Joel hesitantly took a few steps forward. “Darlin?’” I’m gonna need you to lower the gun now, okay? You’re safe. It’s just me. Nothin’ out here is goin’ to hurt you.” He spoke softly, yet firmly. He kept his hands where you could see them in direct view. He was close enough now that even in the low light, he could see the frightened whites of your eyes as you stood there, unblinking.

“I’m goin’ to take another step towards you, okay? Please don’t shoot me.”

Don’t trust him. He’s one of them. He’s here to hurt you. He’s playing a trick on you.

“Joel?” You stuttered shakily as you finally found your voice.

His heart sunk deep into the pit of his stomach when he picked up on just how terrified you were. He knew it wasn’t directly because of him. Something had happened to you, he knew the look on your face all too well, and it was a good thing he knew how to act calm in a dire situation such as this one.

“Yes, it’s Joel. It’s just me darlin.’” He responded as he took another step towards the foot of the steps leading up to your front porch.

“D—don’t come any closer, please.” You uttered just barely above a whisper as you kept the barrel of your gun trained on him.

“Okay. I won’t come any closer, but I need you to trust me to trust you. Do you understand what I’m saying to you Beanie?” He was careful with his choice of words. Anything too sudden might end up with him potentially getting a bullet to the arm or thigh. Not the chest, please. He silently thought to himself.

“What does that mean?”

“It means that I trust you to not shoot me, so I need you to trust me to approach you. Okay? We can do this in baby steps. I just really need you to lower the gun, okay?” His eyes locked on yours as he gave you a reassuring nod.

You blinked a few times as your hands shakily lowered the barrel of the shotgun to the floorboards. Something in you suddenly clicked as the realization of what you had just done, more-so almost done, hit you like a freight train and suddenly you were crumbling right before his eyes.

He let out a visible sigh of relief when your gun was no longer aimed at him, but as soon as your body crumbled to the ground, he jumped into action. His gloved hands were gently wrapped around your shoulders as he spoke softly, yet urgently to you. “Beanie? Hey, you’re alright. You’re alright. I’m right here. You’re safe. You’re safe.” He felt like in those crucial moments it was necessary that he repeat himself just in case you didn’t hear him the first time.

Your eyes were frantically searching his own, pupils dilating under the low light that the early winter morning sky had to offer. He was holding your shoulders so delicately, as if you were fine bone china that would shatter just upon glancing at it. He could feel your muscles trembling under his loose grip. He could feel a hint of anger bubbling in the deep pit of his stomach. The same anger he experienced when he found Ellie— “d’ya..wanna take some deep breaths with me maybe? Or we could count? Sometimes I try’n pick a spot on the wall or somethin’ or count the steps it takes me to get from point A to point B. S’not the best method, but it helps bring me back down to earth.” His tone was so soft, sincere and genuine. If you weren’t such an emotional fucked up wreck, your heart would be melting into a puddle by now.

“Joel..I’m so sorry I-I—didn’t know it was you. I thought you—I thought..” You struggled to articulate a cohesive sentence as his espresso brown eyes bore into yours. He gave you a reassuring nod, and a gentle squeeze along your shoulders.

“Hey, it’s alright. I know you weren’t g’nna shoot me. You were just frightened. Your mind was probably playin’ some trick on you.” He murmured as his thumb was gently stroking back and forth across the fabric of your pajamas on your shoulders. “Y’sure you don’t wanna count?”

“Does..it actually help?” You whispered timidly.

“Sometimes..all depends on what it is that’s triggerin’ me.” He softly responded

“Can you start..please?”

“Course I can darlin.’ We’ll start at Ten.”

“Nine.”

“Eight.”

“Seven..”

“Six.”

“Five..”

“Four.”

“Three..”

“Two.”

“One.” You murmured in unison.

“Y’feel alright with me helpin’ you up? We can stay down here. S’alright with me.” His arms were fully enclosed around you now. He smelled better than you expected. Of course it helped that Jackson had an abundance of hygiene products available; soap being at the top of the list. He smelled earthy, rugged with a hint of minty freshness..toothpaste maybe.

“I really wasn’t going to shoot you..something just came over me and..I couldn’t stop myself.” You admitted softly.

“Would have been real hard for you to shoot me with the safety on darlin.’” He stifled a chuckle as he could see from the angle he was crouched down at, the safety on your rifle was in fact on. “Who gave you that rifle anyway? Someone outta teach ya to use it..never can be too careful.”

“Tommy gave it to me a few years back.”

“Ah. That does sound like somethin’ my brother would do.” He slowly stood to his feet as he offered you his gloved hand to help you up. “These floorboards are pretty damn wobbly. I can take a look at them when it ain’t so cold out? They probably started warpin’ from the changes in the weather. Might have a few boards that are rotted out.”

“Anything else you wanna fix on my house?” You teasingly asked as you grasped his hand, allowing him to help you up from the current sitting position you were in.

“Honey, I’ve got a whole mental list goin’ on in my head right now. The flood boards could end up bein’ a safety hazard if I don’t check ‘em sooner, rather than later. Your mailbox could use some sprucin’ up. Nothing a bit of paint can’t fix, and your gate is a little crooked. I’d uh—I’d be happy to do it though.” He was rubbing the back of his neck nervously with a sheepish look on his face.

“A whole list, huh? Is that why you were over here at the crack ass of dawn?” There was a ghost of a smile on your lips as you wrapped your arms around your chest to block out the bitter chill.

“Well, I gotta put my carpenter skills to good use somehow, right? Actually..I just woke up this mornin’ and wanted to do somethin’ nice for ya. Y’know after you came over and returned the mug..plus, I couldn’t really sleep all that much. I rarely do these days. Anyway, I’m ramblin’ yet again. The main reason I shoveled your walkway is cus’ I was goin’ to ask you if you’d like to accompany me to breakfast?” His face was flushed, and his cheeks were rosy, but he was certain it wasn’t because of the biting chill.

“You came all this way to shovel my walkway, and find an excuse to ask me out to breakfast?” You couldn’t help the smile that was slowly forming over your lips. It was crazy to think that just five minutes ago you were a complete cluster fuck of an emotional wreck, and now you were smiling like a fool because Joel Miller was proving to you that even in an apocalypse, chivalry was alive and well.

He ignored your question, at first. It wasn’t on purpose, he just was more tuned into your active shivering, and the way you tightened your arms across your chest in a weak attempt to block out the early morning chill.

“Are ya cold?” He asked with a soft rasp. He didn’t allow you the chance to answer as he was already slipping his warm suede jacket off and placing it over your shoulders.

“Thank you..” you whispered in a soft response.

“Of course. I’d feel pretty fuckin’ shitty if I caused ya to catch a cold out here.”

“And I’ll feel the same exact way if you catch one as well. Do you..want to come inside? I can put a fresh pot on?” You were already gesturing to your front door with a soft tilt of your chin in that direction.

“Let me just finish up with your walkway, and then I’d love to join you for a cup of coffee.” He was already heading down the steps to grab his discarded shovel.

“Wait! Joel, your jacket? Don’t you want it back?”

He glanced over his shoulder at you with a tiny grin playing on his lips. “Nah, s’alright darlin.’ The cold ain’t real botherin’ me anyway. Now please, go inside before you actually catch a cold.”

You weren’t one to argue at this early in the morning, and especially when you had yet to indulge in your cup of coffee. You slowly bent down and picked up your rifle and slung the strap over your shoulder before heading back inside. As soon as Joel heard the click of your front door closing, he continued on with shoveling the rest of your walkway.

The coffee grounds were just beginning to steep when he had quietly entered your home. He politely left his boots along the doormat next to yours. He didn’t want to be a rude houseguest and track in any snow. The first thing he noticed about your interior style was that you were anything but a minimalist. You had all sorts of picture frames hanging on the wall. Some were photographs but the others were paintings. Realism, portraits, landscapes, anything your heart desires, you painted it.

He especially took interest in all your knick knacks that were scattered in a clay bowl on the table in the entryway. Old keys, coins, lighters and paper matchboxes. Figurines, tiny porcelain coffee cups. The pads of his fingers brushed over a tiny felt fawn that was sitting atop of all the ‘clutter.’

“Ah. I see you found my bowl of treasures? Well, some people would probably call them junk, but I’ve always been a collector of oddities. Although, I wouldn’t really call them oddities. I think the proper term would be keepsakes?” You had two mugs of steaming coffee in your hands as you approached him. His jacket was still loosely hanging off of your shoulders as he looked over at you.

“Where did you find all of these treasures? Have you been collectin’ them through the years? Ellie’s obsessed with this kinda stuff.” He set the little felt fawn down gently as he reached for the coffee mug. Your fingers gently brushed against one another as he gingerly removed the mug from your hand. “Thank you, by the way. For uh, the coffee.”

“For the most part I have found all of these pieces on my own. Tommy actually found that felt fawn a few months ago. He knew it would bring a smile to my face. Do you want to take it home? I’m sure Ellie would love it. That’s kinda the whole concept of the bowl y’know? When I have guests over, I want them to pick something from it that really speaks to them. As you can see the bowl is quite full, considering I don’t get much company around here.” You brought the rim of your mug to your lips, softly blowing on the rising steam before you took a cautious slow sip.

“Oh, I couldn’t do that Beanie. I don’t wanna take somethin’ from ya that makes ya smile. That was awfully nice of my brother. Y’guys pretty close then?” He was gently leaning his weight back against the edge of the table, ankles crossed as he took a small sip from his own mug. For a split second you couldn’t help but feel the soothing domesticity from the moment you were sharing. Joel’s thick woolen socks, his flushed cheeks from the cold paired with his coat resting along your shoulders. There was something so tender to it all.

“Joel, I insist. Please, take the fawn and give it to your kid. I even have a little box for it so it looks like it’s a present. I’m sure she’ll love it. Anyway, Tommy and I are close. I suppose you could lay it out that way? I owe my life to him and Maria..they were the ones who took me in. I haven’t been outside Jackson since.”

“‘Course you got a little box for it and everythin.’ Alright, I’ll give it to El. You haven’t been outside Jackson in that long?..” He asked with genuine curiosity. He didn’t want to come across like he was prying either. He wanted you to open up to him not because he forced you to, but because you felt comfortable enough around him to show your vulnerabilities.

“I’ve only been outside the town one another time and that was when we found the coffee bean plants in the Colorado nursery. Tommy and Maria were with me of course and—” You paused, remembering how freaked out they were when you started to panic out of the blue. Neither of them could calm you down, and you passed out in Tommy’s arms.

“Hey, it’s okay. You don’t have to tell me anythin’ you don’t wanna tell me, alright?” He reached his freehand out and gently placed it along the side of your wrist, giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Let me..go get that box for Ellie’s fawn. Did you still want to do breakfast?” You set your mug along the table, you had barely touched it.

“If you’d like to. I’d thoroughly enjoy your company, and you ain’t lived till you’ve tried Maria’s egg casserole, darlin.’” He was grinning boyishly over the rim of his mug.

Man, was he handsome.

“Sounds like her egg casserole is to die for then. I’ll just grab that box, and then get dressed. You alright with hanging out here by yourself for a few minutes?”

“I think I can find a way to keep myself entertained till then.” He assured you.

“Perfect.”

Joel waited until you had disappeared upstairs before he let out a deep sigh as he looked down at the little felt fawn. His brow furrowed as he was deep in thought over what had possibly happened to you when you went outside Jackson with Tommy and Maria. He could connect the dots and piece the puzzle together, and the blaring answer was something bad had happened. What exactly? Now, that was going to take a little bit of time.

You came back downstairs a few minutes later. Dressed in some worn out jeans and a sweater made of pure sheep’s wool. Joel’s jacket was resting along the crook of your arm as you handed him a little felt box that went along with the fawn.

“Keep my jacket. I’ve got plenty at home.” Was the first thing that he uttered as he took the felt box from you and gently placed the fawn figurine inside before tucking it safely away in his pocket.

“Joel, I can’t do that. I’ve got plenty of jackets here as well.”

He wanted to tell you to keep it because he liked the way it looked on you. He kept those thoughts to himself for the time being.

“Alright, I won’t fight ya on it.” He shrugged.

“Good, cause you’ll lose every single time you try.” There was a playful edge to your tone as you placed the jacket back around his shoulders.

“Is that a challenge?” He mused, with his eyebrow quirked upwards.

“Nope. It’s facts.” You grinned.

Yeah, we’ll see about that.

More of Jackson’s residents began to emerge from their homesteads at the shrill sound of the breakfast bell chiming from the mess hall. Joel had respectfully offered you his arm as you descended down the porch steps, and past your crooked gate. You obliged to his offer, wrapping your gloved hand around the crook of his elbow.

You had never felt so many pairs of eyes on you since living in Jackson. Curious, envious, surprised, disgusted? Those were the types of looks you encountered from a handful of Jackson’s residents. The looks you received were mostly from women, and even though the world had ended, jealousy was still brewing.

It wasn’t everyday that Joel Miller came strolling into the mess hall with a pretty thing on his arm. You stood out like two sore thumbs, but it seemed like neither of you were paying much mind to it. Joel was used to the stares. People around here didn’t know much about him, other than the fact that he was Tommy’s older brother and Ellie was..like a daughter to him. They’d see the scars on his hands and arms and split like a sundae. He’d hear the whisperings of who he was, where he came from, and he’d shrug it all off. He much preferred keeping his family close, and everyone else at an arm's reach. He secretly relished in remaining a mystery to most.

“Well, I’ll be damned.” Tommy spoke in a surprised tone as you and Joel approached the table that he and Maria were currently seated at. “Ya finally get Beanie outta her coffee shell?”

“It appears that I did. Told her about Maria’s egg casserole and she was sold instantly.” Joel reached over and gave his brother a gentle pat on the shoulder. “Ellie stroll through here yet?”

“She came in a few minutes ago with Dina. There sittin’ with their friends ov’there.” Tommy gestured with the end of his fork.

“Thanks. Got somethin’ I wanna give t’her.” He turned towards you then and gave you a reassuring smile. “Why don’t ya go and grab yourself a plate. I’ll come sit with ya in a minute.”

“Do you want me to grab you a plate as well?..”

“You’re a real doll. Thank you, that would be great.” He gave his brother a slight nod before he was sauntering away to where Ellie was sitting. Her and Dina were sitting side by side, shoulders touching.

“Hey, kiddo.” Joel murmured softly.

“Hey, Joel.” Ellie responded, not looking up from her plate. Things between them were..rocky to put it nicely. She loved her dad of course, and after what happened yesterday she thought she’d be okay, but the truth was she wasn’t.

“I uh—don’t mean to bother you and Dina or nothin.’ Jus’ wanted to give this to you.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the little velvet box and placed it down in front of her. “Beanies got this collection of treasures and I saw this..little fawn, and immediately thought of you kiddo.”

Why can’t I just be good with my words for once in my fuckin’ life?

Ellie could feel tears pricking the corner of her eyes as she gently lifted the lid off the box to reveal the little felt deer encased inside. This small gesture meant more than Joel would ever realize..but Ellie kept her poker face strong.

“Thanks, Joel.”

His heart dipped and sunk like dry sand becoming wet and weighed down from tumultuous waves crashing upon the shore. It was a small step in what he hoped was the direction of forgiveness.

“You’re welcome, kiddo.” He cleared his throat before he ambled away back to the table where the rest of his family were sitting. He had only known you for less than twenty four hours, and he already thought of you as family. He didn’t count all the times before outbreak day only because that part of himself had died along with Sarah. Or, so he thought.

“El..he’s trying at least.” Dina was resting her chin along Ellie’s shoulder as they were both gazing down at the little felt fawn.

“He is.” Ellie murmured softly.

Joel took a seat across from you as you were sitting next to Maria, gushing over her egg casserole, and how Joel was absolutely right about you not living until you tried it.

He thought you looked so pretty with a soft smile on your face as you looked at Maria with genuine adoration.

At nightfall, Joel, Tommy and a few other men were out patrolling. With the winter being so harsh, there were more chances of man wandering through these parts. Stragglers were one thing, raiders? That was a whole other story. Joel and Tommy took to the east on horseback. The longer winter night was dead silent. There was no howling wind to whip against the bone dry branches. No low hoot from an owl. It was quiet, too quiet. Even the horse’s hooves were nearly undetectable from how soft and careful they were stepping into the snow.

The only light source they had was the brightly lit moon shining in the jet-black sky. The stars scattered about weren’t nearly as brilliant as the moon.

Joel broke through the silence as he adjusted the strap of his rifle over his shoulder. “Tommy?..” he started, “do you know what happened to Beanie?..”

Tommy let out a huff of air as the bitter cold burned his lungs. He averted making eye contact with his brother before he was met with no other choice but to finally make eye contact with him. “It ain’t my place to tell you that, brother. I’m sorry.” He sounded defeated with his words because he didn’t want to keep anything hidden from Joel. Not after all those years they had spent apart from one another.

“You better give me a real fuckin’ reason why you can’t tell me. Tommy, she nearly fuckin’ shot me this mornin’ because she thought I was a threat. That I was a danger to her life. You can’t tell me anythin?’” Joel whispered back, harsher than he had wanted but he didn’t like being left out of the loop.

“Joel,” Tommy hissed under his breath, “Even if I knew the exact details of what that woman went through, I wouldn’t be able to disclose them to you.”

“Why the hell not?” Joel quipped back.

“Because, because..she ain’t got’a fuckin’ clue about what happened to herself either, Joel.”

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Chapter 4:

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Could you write modern Aemond with his pregnant wife when he is anxious about becoming a father cause he thinks he has a potential to become like Viserys and she reassures him it won't happen and the fact that she always sees the best in him just melts his heart?

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you ease off modern!aemond's worries about being a father like viserys.

it's a beautiful evening as the moon makes itself visible in the sky and leaves lovely shades of purple behind. you are standing in your balcony when you hear footsteps behind you, you turn around only to find your husband aemond targaryen walking towards you.

he doesn't wear his suit and tie, his black shirt's top buttons are open and he gets rid of his eyepatch.

he looks tired but he can't help his smile when he sees you waiting for him with open arms. he closes the distance and holds you in his arms.

"i think my belly starts getting our way, love."

you laugh as he touches your belly, leans into you and presses a soft kiss to it. your fingers are on his hair as he sits down on the chair and pulls you to him.

"tired?"

he nods. "it was a long day with aegon."

"aegon? you must be exhausted then." you laugh, kiss his forehead.

"have you eaten anything?"

you nod. "yes, i made something with chicken but it wasn't like real food you know, just something spicy and crazy thing i craved suddenly. if you're hungry we can-"

he cuts your sentence with a soft smile. "no, it's fine my love, i don't feel like eating now. would you like to go to bed?"

you think it's a bit early but he is tired and you can sleep anytime you want as a fact of pregnancy, you hold his hand and lead him to bed.

he is exhausted but he can't find sleep. he rubs circles on your swollen belly as you sleep soundly in his arms. his beautiful wife, carrying a baby. he must be the luckiest man, he feels that way.

however, every beautiful thought in aemond targaryen's mind leads to a dark one as well.

he can't help it, thinking about his own childhood. when he is a man grown, he doesn't think about his past. he doesn't want to. he wants to be a strong man who can take care of himself. a man who doesn't need a father to protect him.

viserys was never there. he wasn't there for aemond's big moments, he wasn't proud, he wasn't protective. he wasn't a good father. aemond doesn't even know what it means to be a good father.

he is scared.

what if his baby would think of the same things about him?

he doesn't want to fail his unborn baby. he doesn't want to fail you, his pretty girl who is always there for him and always supportive. he would die if he ever let you down.

he doesn't realize his hands are shaking.

he lets his thoughts cover his mind. he has always hated failure. he always wanted to be good. he is afraid of his future, he is afraid of not meeting your expectations, he is afraid of being like viserys.

you blink slowly, his hands stop drawing circles. you realize he loses sleep over his thoughts, an inevitable habit of your husband. you turn to face him in bed and he looks at you.

"what's wrong, baby? why didn't you sleep?"

he loosens his hold, looking at you.

"my mind is-there is too much i think about, my love."

"do you want to talk about them?"

he kisses your hair affectionally.

"you'll say they're stupid and i shouldn't think about them."

you chuckle. "that's quite presumptuous of you. maybe i will say they are true?"

"no way, babygirl. i know my wife."

"come on, tell me. i'm fully awake."

he looks at your pretty face, curious and ready to make him relieve of his thoughts. you are always the only person who brings him comfort. he knows you will ease his worries this time as well because when have you ever failed?

"i always think of our baby. being a father, being a father like my father and i'd hate to be like him. i don't- i don't want to be like him."

you understand. you don't know viserys targaryen too well but you know his effects on your husband.

"i want to be good for you. i want to be the best. i will never let you go and i will never leave you alone like he always did to us but still- it keeps me awake, what if i can't?"

you stroke his hair as he speaks and try to gather your thoughts when he finishes.

"well, you were right about the part that they are stupid and you shouldn't think about them."

that puts a smile on his face. he just waits for your pretty mind to find the right words.

"i can understand anything you feel, anything you think. but you should know that you are not alone in this. we'll learn it together, my love. you think i know how to be the perfect mother?"

he blinks. "i know i'm not alone in this but it's just- hard to ignore baby. i don't really have the best role model for this, you know."

"even the way you lose sleep over it shows how much you care. come on, we both know when we have our baby we will try our best to learn how to be parents. you will fix me, i will fix you. just like everything, my love."

he wants to believe you, your sweet words and your reassuring smile. he wants to be good. for you, for the baby. he wants his baby to be proud of him as a father. he wants you to be proud.

"are we clear or should i think of another way to convince you?"

"hmm, and what would that way be?"

you smile, pull him to yourself and kiss him. he gives a quick reaction and holds your cheeks. he kisses you until your lips are swollen. he slowly lets you go, trying to catch his breath.

"do you want to go back to sleeping? and really sleeping aemond, not watching the ceiling until your eyes close."

he smirks. "when you say my name instead of your usual sweet words, it makes me feel like i'm in big trouble."

"you'll be in real trouble if you don't fall asleep with me right now."

"yes, princess."

#aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond x you #aemond x reader #modern!aemond #house of the dragon #hotd #aemond one eye

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hiskillingjar · 1 month

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Heeey if ur down maybe

Strade x reader...but it's like a hitch hiker situation it's like 3 am and he picks them up off the side of the road yadda yadda their phone is dead maybe some awkward small talk (I can imagine th asking if he wants to play I spy or something)

Anyway I'm getting off track we all know hitch hiking is dangerous we've all heard horror stories of girls hitch hiking and then she's found in a ditch chopped into a billion pieces we all know this so does reader...so they keep asking if he's gonna kill them every five minutes...they're weirdly into it too

Sorry it's so long and just rambling I got off track I just really love strade

haughhhh this prompt haunted me and i just had to fill it. not totally what you asked for but. like. same vibe ya know?

3200+ words, cw for like. the lead up to actual noncon, i love strade most when he's evil and sexy and condescending sorryyyyyy. also crossposted on ao3 because i like having my longer fics there

"Hey, buddy, climb in!"

When the large, black SUV slid to a stop beside the road’s dirt path, you could have cheered.

You had been walking for what felt like hours after getting off the bus at its last stop, your thumb raised high beside you in hopes of someone pitying you and stopping to pick you up. Had this stranger not stopped, you might have considered calling it quits and sitting in the cold to wait it out until morning rather than exhausting yourself with the walk.

Thank god you didn’t have to worry about that.

"Hey! Thanks for pulling over!" You beamed brightly and politely, as you climbed into the front of the stranger's truck, running a hand through your messy hair and dusting your boots off before you got comfortable in the expensive-looking car. "I really appreciate it, man, I've been standing there for, like, an hour now."

His own smile widened, dimpling handsome smile lines and crinkling his golden eyes. You had no idea what a guy like this was doing travelling on the highway at three in the morning, but you were sure that he would say the same about you, so didn’t think much about your wondering.

"Oh no, that sucks.” He said with a sympathetic click of his tongue. “Here, let me help you with that, you must be exhausted after such a tough night."

The friendly attitude remained as he reached out for your backpack, showing off muscular (albeit slightly scarred) arms and tan skin. You smiled appreciatively, all the same, as he took your backpack and tossed it into the back seat of the truck, before starting the engine back up with a twist of the keys in the ignition.

"Yeah, uh, I accidentally rode the bus to the end of the line and...yeah, the last stop was a little over two miles away?" You said, buckling your seatbelt as he pulled off the dirt path and continued down the road. "It's a total ghost town there, and I have no charge on my phone either. I really thought I'd be walking all night."

His smile shifted into a more sympathetic expression before it went to the road ahead of him.

"Ah, I feel you on the phone thing, it really sucks when your battery decides to die on you when you need it most.” He replied, both hands on the wheel, as he let the speed of the truck climb back up to the naturally higher speed of a highway drive. “No charge, huh? What a shame."

You nodded, unsure of what else to say.

"So, what's in the backpack?” He asked after barely a beat, and you got a sense that he wasn’t one to stay in silence for long. You didn’t mind the opportunity for small talk though, not really, even if it was late at night and…you mostly just wanted to get some rest. “You a tourist, or..."

"Yeah, kind of a tourist." You nodded with a little smile. "Um, I'm trying to get to Toronto, actually. I know that's pretty far, so no pressure to get me there,” You chuckled awkwardly. “But I think there's a bus station nearby, a few towns over? I was just gonna stay there tonight and get another ticket in the morning."

He nodded along as you spoke, an attentive audience member, like he was listening to you in place of late-night talk radio or music.

"Oh, so you've got quite the journey ahead, huh?" He peered towards you out of the corner of his eye when you nodded in response to his question.

"Mmhmm, it’s still another day or so of travel,” You said with a shrug and a little nod. “So, um, I didn't get your name?"

"Ah, right, yeah, I forgot to tell you."

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to smile at you.

"Name's Strade,” No last name. Makes sense, you probably wouldn’t have told him your last name, either. “And you are...?"

You smiled back and told him your name.

"And, um,” You tittered a little coyly. “You know, I’m just trying to make small talk here, but I'm noticing a bit of an accent there...not Canadian, huh?"

He laughed, a friendly and warm chuckle that put you at ease, despite your less-than-ideal situation.

"Haha, you're good.” He said, sounding genuinely impressed. “Yeah, not Canadian. German, actually. I’ve been living here for, ah…” He sucked a hiss in through his teeth and tilted his head in thought. “A while. Just never managed to shake the accent, I guess."

"No, that's super cool. I’ve always thought Germany was an interesting place" You nodded with a bit more of a smile. "I've never been there, or anywhere in Europe or anything, but I've always wanted to."

"Oh yeah?” He hummed thoughtfully, still smiling. “You should definitely visit, it's great...I mean, yeah..." He peered out his window as he turned onto a new road, though you hadn’t seen where the illuminated sign was leading him. "The people...the cities...you know…” He continued, his words trailing off and his tone sounding distracted as he drove. “Germany's great...beautiful country...definitely worth the visit."

"Mm," You nodded. "Sounds nice."

After another long moment of silence (with you staring out the window, not seeing much other than fields and woods, and him focusing on driving and looking more and more put off by the quiet), he cleared his throat and reached up with one hand to rub his stubbly (and scarred) chin.

"Listen…not to be intrusive or anything, I'm just trying to make some small talk,” He placed his hand back on the wheel, though he was still smiling. “But what's a pretty girl like you doing all by themselves, anyway? What, not got a boyfriend to travel with you?"

You let out an uncomfortable laugh, a slight flush coming to your cheeks as you tried to think of an appropriate (and smart) response.

You knew you should have been...put off, to say the least, by a stranger asking why you were alone in the middle of the night, but...well, he had picked you up in the middle of nowhere, and you kind of owed him for that. Maybe he was just a curious guy.

And…he was pretty hot. Maybe he was just asking so he could make a pass at you.

"Hah, nope, all on my lonesome. But, um," You bit your lip, considering your next words very carefully. If you said something about…meeting people, perhaps, maybe it would have been enough to scare off any darker intentions he might have had with you. "I have friends in the city that I'll be staying with who know I’m coming. So, just need to get there, ya know."

He nodded again, smiling as casually as he had been.

"I see.” He said simply. “So, you must be pretty brave then, huh? Not many girls your age would feel safe travelling and staying in a bus station all alone without any protection, especially not these days."

An idle smirk crossed his lips as he kept his eyes forward, tapping the steering wheel with the pale palms of his hands.

"Lots of weirdos on these roads late at night, ya know?” His golden eyes went to yours then, and you could see they had narrowed just a touch, his eyebrows quirking with a silent challenge, or...threat. “Good thing I found you first, hm?"

"Mmhmm..." You nodded politely, letting out another uncomfortable chuckle.

"Mhm…” He mimicked. “But, maybe we should change topics, ja? Let's talk about something...a bit more interesting~"

"Interesting?" You looked up at him with a curious blink, watching as he turned the truck again and started down a darker road, surrounded by woods. You still didn’t have a reason to be concerned though…at least, that’s what you were telling yourself. "How do you mean?"

"Oh, you know...a little more personal." He suggested with a shrug of his shoulders, like he was trying to appear more casual. "How old are you?"

"Oh, I'm twenty," You replied, raising a brow. "Yeah, second year of college, actually. I'm on spring break."

"Really?" He said, raising his own brows with pseudo-surprise. "Wow, I'm almost double that....way to make me feel like a creepy old man picking up a vulnerable girl on the side of the road, hah."

"Hah," You chuckled awkwardly, a slight flush coming to your face as you chewed the inside of your cheek. You’d read countless horror stories about this situation, and yet, when you were sitting in it, you still couldn’t help but be a little charmed by him and his self-deprecation. "Y-Yeah, sorry...um, I don't think you're creepy, though. I actually really appreciate it. I would have been stuck there all night, if you hadn't picked me up." You smiled. “Thank you.”

"Aw, how sweet," He crooned, taking one hand from the steering wheel and placing it on your bare thigh, making your breath hitch tightly. Denim shorts had been a fine choice when you dressed that morning, but a far stupider one at three in the morning, it seemed. "You really are very gracious, aren't you?"

"Mm..." You dug your teeth into your bottom lip as his hand roamed further up your thigh, calloused skin against smooth, goose-pimpled flesh.

"But, ah, graciousness can only get you so far in this world, right?" He said after a beat of silence, his voice taking on a lower tone as he looked towards you, pulling the truck to the side of the road and…slowing it to a stop.

"Huh?"

You didn't expect (though maybe you should have, considering all the hints he had been dropping) for him to stop the car, and you suddenly felt a lot more scared to be in a strange truck, in a strange country, with a strange man.

"If you're too grateful,” He murmurs, taking the keys out of the ignition. “Some people can take advantage. And why wouldn't they."

Your polite (albeit tight) smile dropped and you swallowed tightly, as you saw him pocket his keys and turn to you, those golden eyes that had once been so inviting narrowed and sinister, as the hand on your thigh crawled further and further up.

"It's late at night, we're all alone, you’re in some…stranger’s truck,” He cut himself off with a chuckle and a shake of his head, like he was chiding you. “And who knows what someone could do to you."

Now that the car was stopped, he was able to lean in a little closer to you, the hand on your thigh ascending to your hip.

“Helpless, right?”

"Ah..."

You let out a little whimper, swallowing tightly as he pressed himself even closer towards you, sliding a knee under himself so he could push himself forward, over the wide console of the truck.

You were so stupid.

Your pocket knife, your only means of protection while you were on the road, was in your backpack, of all places, which was in his back seat…where he had thrown it. Somehow, though, you had a sense that even if you did have a weapon of some kind, some sort of defence against him, it probably wouldn't have done anything to stop him, anyway.

The predatory glint that had always been in his eyes, looking back on the encounter retroactively, became a whole lot less concealed, as he reached up and idly pushed a thick chunk of your hair behind your ear, almost like he was admiring you innocently. His mouth tilted into a mocking smile and his tone became lower and even more lecherous.

"Twenty,” He said, like he was reminiscing. “Just twenty years old and doing this all by yourself. So young...and so pretty too.” He leaned a little closer, so close you could smell the thick scent of motor oil and sweat lingering on him. “It would be a shame if something happened to a girl like you..."

He let out a small chuckle, keeping his gaze locked on yours as his hand shifted from your hip and down to his side.

Your eyes followed it almost instantly. You didn't know what he was doing, but you knew that it couldn’t be good.

Strade noticed your gaze too, raising his brows and giving you a smile that he had practised so many times before, one that was supposed to settle a nervous spirit, a fretting hostage. He shifted his hand to the side, making it seem as if he was just casually adjusting himself, when, in fact, he was hiding something else, something much darker and more sinister altogether.

"Were you not scared...of a stranger like me, picking you up in the middle of the night?" He tilted his head, considering you closely like you were a new specimen for examination.

“Strade,” You mumbled softly, your eyes flitting to the side to try and spot your backpack. “Come on…let’s not do this.”

"Now, now...don't be so frightened.” He said, with almost the start of a hurt pout to his lips. Why was that enough to make you feel bad? “I don't mean you any harm at all, but you still haven't answered my question..."

He pressed even closer, his fingers suddenly trailing down your neck as his stubbly cheek grazed yours.

“Were you not scared?”

"I...didn't think I needed to be scared," You mumbled quietly, taking in a slow breath and feeling like your skin was prickling with nerves each time he pressed close to you.

"Why's that, hmm...don't you think it's dangerous to be alone at night?"

His staring eyes met yours, spanning up and down your face, like he was trying to take in every detail of you, each freckle, wrinkle and pore, before…

"Don't you think it's dangerous...to be alone...with...me..."

"NGH!"

You let out a shrill grunt as he quickly pressed his body entirely against yours, climbing over the console of the truck and pinning you down to the seat. You attempted to quickly unbuckle your seatbelt and reach for the car door on the passenger side, gripping fingers scrambling for the handle as you heaved with his added weight on top of you.

"Oh no no no…” He chided lightly, sitting back as he straddled your hips and reached down in his jacket pocket. "Don't think you're getting away from me now, fraulein, not when I’ve just gotten you where I want you."

Your eyes widened when you saw him pull out a long bowie knife, hidden in plain sight, all this time. It wasn't even in a sheath to protect it.

"Please," You pleaded quietly, as he slid the knife up your front and severed the seat belt like hot metal through butter. "Please, Strade, please, let me go. I-I have friends, I'm going somewhere, you know that, they'll know I'm gone, they’ll know." You babbled erratically, every part of you trembling.

Strade just laughed, using the cut seatbelt as a makeshift rope to tie your trembling wrists to the car seat headrest above you (you had sunk down enough in the seat to get away from him that it was high up now).

You didn’t even try to fight him off that hard.

"Aww...you're still so hopeful, aren't you?"

His grin broadened, laced with malice as he watched the terror build in your eyes indulgently, like your fear was enough to sustain him.

"Do you actually think someone's going to come and save you...little college girl on her spring break, hm?” He asked, shaking his head further with a condescending little chuckle, before leaning in, his breathing heavy and ragged and excited. “No, I don’t think I’m going to let you go, fraulein…not when I have you right where I want you.”

"Please," You whimpered, your lip trembling as the first sting of tears began to bead in your eyes. "Don't kill me, please..."

"Oh, I'm not going to kill you. Don't worry."

You took in a shaky gasp as he raised the knife to your throat, immediately stilling when you felt the sharp edge of polished metal dig into your skin.

"I'm just going to have a bit of fun with you, that's all. That’s why you let me pick you up, isn’t it?" He pressed the knife down a little harder against your throat, leaning in even closer, thee bridge of his nose nestling against your jaw as you felt the sting of the blade. "You wanted someone to have fun with you, just like this..."

"Please don't hurt me...I-I'll do whatever you want," You murmured, tears spilling down your cheeks, trying not to move or struggle or shake too much and…encourage the knife to slip. “Please, please, please…”

"Aw, are you begging?" Strade’s grin widened even more, as he laughed at you, cruelly, meanly. “You really just get cuter and cuter the more you speak. I almost can’t stand it.”

You whimpered again as he raised his head to look at you, his face close enough to yours that he could have kissed you (if he wanted to), his tongue slipping out and licking his lips, and his breath heavy on your neck as his laugh trailed off into a low chuckle.

"Maybe I want to keep pretty things like you around...take my time with you, perhaps?” He mused softly, dragging the knife to a point and pressing it to the bottom of your chin. “Or maybe…I just want to do something with that pretty mouth of yours, hm?"

You gulped and squeezed your eyes shut, revolted by what you were about to say.

"Yes," You whispered, trembling a little more and pulling at the seatbelt that was binding you. "Do…a-anything you want to me. Just...please, please don't hurt me..."

He pulled back from you for a moment, raising his dark brows in a questioning look…like he was wondering if you were being truthful with him.

"Hmph. I know your type, you know. You'd say anything right now."

His expression shifted to one of mocking disappointment as he sighed, the knife moving slightly downwards and pressing into the hollow of your bobbing throat, as he studied your face.

"Do you really mean that? Or are you just trying to survive, eh?"

"I-I mean it," You stammered, pulling at the seatbelt again and swallowing hard, trying to sit up straight. "Anything. I'll...I'll even like it, too. I won't fight or scream or..." You sniffled, trying to shed the last of your tears. "Or cry."

"Really?” He gave you a doubtful smirk as he slid the knife downwards, easily cutting through the buttoned collar of your shirt. “You don't even know me, and you'd let me do whatever I want? With that pretty…” He enunciated each word by cutting away the buttons of your shirt, exposing more of your chest, your sternum, and your stomach. “Little,” Another button gone. “Mouth." Another.

“Yes. Anything.”

Once your shirt was completely open (showing your ratty sports bra), he lightly pressed the point of the knife against your breast, like it was about to be punctured.

"And you'll like it?" He asked, tilting his head.

"Yes," You sniffled again. "Just...don't hurt me."

"You promise~?”

He lilted airily in your ear as the knife trailed over to the band between your bra cups, severing it without a modicum of effort and revealing even more of your chest as he peeled away each flap of fabric with the point of his knife.

You bit your lip when he let out an appreciative whistle at the sight of your bare chest, the buds of your nipples erect and perky in the cool air of the night, the silver piercings glinting in the dark.

"Nice tits," He commented with a snicker. "I'm surprised someone else didn't pick you up first with a rack like that." His lecherous dirty talk was enough to make you blush and look away. "Maybe you should have been a little more...open with them, hm?" "Strade-"

“Mm, no apprehension, please.” He chided, poking one of the piercings with the point of the knife and bringing his face close to yours. “We’re going to have fun, and you’re going to smile and say ‘thank you’ the entire time...no looking away or playing shy, now.” He pressed the point of the knife to the bud of your nipple then, his golden eyes locked on yours as it dug deeper and deeper. “Understood?”

You took in an unsteady gasp as a delicate bead of blood spilled down your breast, and looked up at him quickly.

He wasn't fucking around with you.

“U-Understand!" You said quickly, a rictus grin of pleasure coming to your face, the air cool on your tear-streaked face. Thank you~”

“Good girl ♡”

#strade btd #strade ykmet #strade x reader #strade x mc #qs #fics #drabbles #i knowwwww he'd want you to be crying and begging but like. he's being a manipulate mansplain malewife rn. let me live

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queerauntie · 1 year

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Black Girls Must Die Exhausted & Black Girls Must Be Magic by Jayne Allen

Where to even begin with this review, the story of Tabitha Walker has been a wild one! I read the first in this series last month and fell in love with Tabby. She is a brilliant woman with so much heart. I have to admit, the struggles of straight women are not always relatable to me as a queer person, but while I am neither concerned about a husband nor my fertility, I was heavily invested in Tabby's experiences. What I loved most about this novel is how close I felt to the character. I was answering her questions and cheering along with her friends, I felt like a part of the story, a member of the family. Ultimately, Tabitha's story is about her working to find herself and learning to go as hard for herself as she does for her loved ones. This was a really beautiful journey and I'm looking forward to the 3rd and final book in the series, hearing how Tabby's been and what she's got coming up.

Spoilers Ahead~

Oh my god, at the end of this 2nd book, I am so so happy for Tab but I am so so so suspicious of Marc... I do not trust his indecisive ass and his tendencies to blow up. I am very concerned but also choosing to recognize in this context, this is how a lot of men end up stepping up and being great partners (I guess) lol the whole concept of a Man is kind of gross honestly but again it's not my life, it's Tabitha's. And if she likes him then I love him 🤪

Honestly, this whole series has been a blast, I listened to the 2nd book in one sitting driving home from the holiday weekend and it was just a blast. I was emotional right out the gate and simply had a blast following her through this pregnancy. It was anxiety-inducing for sure but when her water broke, it was all worth it! I loved the parallels between the two books. While the first one ended with Tabitha's grandmother passing, the second one ends with the birth of Tabby Three! It was just too beautiful, Tabby had all of her loved ones with her. Her partner, her best friends, and even her grandmother's bestie were all there.

I loved this story, I love how close I felt to Tabby. I can't seem to put it in words that justify it, but the way the story wraps around you and makes you feel a central part of it. It was brilliant.

#black girls must die exhausted #black girls must be magic #bgmde #bgmbm #jayne allen #what im reading

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notelcol · 4 months

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In which John Murphy steps out of his comfort zone.

Trigger warning : blood, reference to violence.

No one asked for this one but it’s here anyway and vaguely edited 😈

(It came out a little longer than intended, I got ever so slightly carried away…)

When Murphy came back from the grounder prison camp, despite him being the bully of all the delinquents, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. What did Bellamy expect after exiling his once second in command? We should have seen this coming. The grounders would have been fools not to take Murphy for all the information he had. Blood was smeared all over him. You couldn’t tell where it was originating he had that many wounds. The image of his torture made you shudder. Even his fingernails had been ripped from his fingers. You looked away. Forgetting all the times you had needed to confront him to protect others, you made a choice.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You asked Clarke, the only person with medical experience.

“You can find someone to go with you to the path that leads to Mount Weather.” She said with a sigh. “The poison sumac there would be really helpful.” The tired blonde uttered her thanks, while you left to find Octavia. She would most certainly accompany you.

Murphy watched through one eye, since his other was tightly inflamed. He could not fathom why you would be willing to risk your life leaving camp, simply to acquire a calming herb to ease his plight. Especially because the last time you saw each other, you were fighting him to save a child. A child who murdered the chancellors son, and got him hung to within an inch of his own life. Murphy hated you for that, so why didn’t you? The child you were trying to save did die because of him after all. He was a black and white sort of man. One who never understood forgiveness. A person would come to blows once and that’s it, they are dead to him. He always stood by those very rules. Until you, who only fought him in the name of peace. Which is why risking yourself to help someone who truly needs it, came natural to you. Even if it meant giving a second chance to someone like Murphy.

Unfortunately none of the hundred felt the same way as you. After failing to find Octavia, you begun asking around camp for someone to go with you. When that also failed miserably, you decided to grab a gun and head out alone.

The expedition went as well as you could have hoped. You did not feel the many eyes of the forest on you for once. In fact, it was so calm outside of camp that it almost spooked you. You decided to grab extra of the plant while you were there, to save Clark and Fin a job. Finally, your bag was full and it was time to turn back. You realised that you were a little bit out of breath after a few steps. You must have been picking the flowers for longer than you thought.

The walk back to camp felt much more tiring, so your feet began to drag. You could feel the sweat dripping all over your body, particularly annoying you around your top lip. Huffing, you removed your coat and wiped away the sweat from your face with it. You moved to tie it around your waist, only to be hit by a wavering buzz. It sent your whole body spinning. You watched your coat drop to the floor and finally noticed the blood. All that blood, covering most of the garment. You were so dazed that you didn’t even notice you had fallen.

“Get. Up.” You growled to yourself. Sputtering thick crimson, you clawed at the mud. This must be biological warfare. Your symptoms too similar to Murphy’s to be a coincidence. This revelation only cemented your determination to get this poison sumac back to camp. If you had caught it, then others must have too. Your mind went round in loops while your arms refused to rest. Until you inevitably exhausted yourself and dropped your head to the forest floor.

Murphy was finally starting to feel better. The countless patients in the drop ship could not say the same. As he gave water to a quiet girl named Fox, the fabric around the drop ship door ruffled loudly. Miller came rushing in with you slumped in his arms, blood and dirt covered you to the point where you were almost unrecognisable. He watched as you were dropped into a hammock. A strange feeling, one he could not identify, filled his chest as your bag spilled open revealing the many poison sumac flowers you had brought back.

You awoke to the feeling of something cold and wet on your forehead. You groaned at the heaviness in your lungs, which only caused the blood to gurgle and spurt from your mouth. As you choked, your eyes shot open to be faced by Murphy. His eyes almost went as wide as your own as he quickly removed the cold cloth from your head and pushed you onto your side. Your breath shook in relief. Instantly oxygen came easier, and the blood drained away.

“Rest.” He spoke in a softer tone than you thought was even possible from Murphy. Of their own accord, your eyes fell closed once more. The blood was wiped from your face in a manner that felt more like caress, helping you drift away peacefully to your dreams.

For the first time in his life, Murphy had entered his personal grey area. Your undeserved kindness showed him the world through a lens other than his own rage and paranoia. He decided then and there that he would take care of you until you recovered. Allowing himself to believe it was getting even, when really it was something else entirely. It was simply another thing he had yet to understand.

#fluff #x reader #john murphy #the 100 #cw the 100 #the 100 x reader #grounders #angst with a happy ending #light angst #genshin fluff #john murphy x reader #hurt/comfort #caretaker #bellamy blake #clarke griffin #scifi #fanfic #writing

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jelonkan · 1 year

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Protective

Pairing: Lady Lesso x Fem!Reader

Summary: The reader is in danger, but Lady Lesso comes to save her.

Author Note: English is not my native language, mistakes can happen. Lesso is a protective girl. Also I need more Lady Lesso x reader fanfics here.

You've been in Endless Woods.

You didn't quite remember how you got here. The last thing you remember is going to bed in your room. Then you woke up in the middle of the night, surrounded by trees and disturbing noises. You were lying on the ground, dirty and wet that soaked through your dark clothes and made you shiver. It was way too cold. You liked this situation less and less.

You didn't recognize this place for a while, but it definitely wasn't the Blue Forest. No, the very energy that hit you when you woke up contradicted it. Everything was so much sharper here, and a few trips to this place let you guess in horror where you have been.

Then you remembered the argument. A few days ago you had an argument with some girls from your year. You didn't like them, and they didn't like you. They hated you for getting top grades in villains' subjects and for being the favorite of the Dean of Evil. Of course, Lady Lesso didn't admit it aloud, but everyone could see that she liked something about you and treated you a little differently from the rest. It made those girls angry.

You clenched your hand with the anger that gathered inside you. They must have sent you here somehow. They've always wanted to get rid of you, and now they've seized the opportunity and somehow managed to do it. Instead of facing you like real villains, they preferred to send you to Endless Forest like cowards, hoping it would kill you.

The sound of hissing nearby made you straighten up and look around, but you couldn't see anything. No path, no lights, nothing but the endless darkness of the forest along with the various creatures that surely already knew about your presence. You rose from the ground, leaning against the tree trunk and still looking around, held up your finger to summon your magic. The problem, however, was that the magic in Endless Woods was often fickle, and after yesterday's class and exams you were exhausted. Even so, you managed to summon a small ball of green light that lit the surroundings slightly.

You had no idea what you were going to do now. The fear that you tried to suppress at all costs grew in you with every moment. The villains weren't afraid of anything, the others should be afraid of them, but you couldn't help that you were scared.

You slowly moved forward, trying to recall all the rules of moving in the forests during training in the Blue Forest. You tried not to touch any branches or bushes, without risking it if it was something cursed and wanting to kill you. Everything certainly wanted to do it. Another hiss closer, only strengthened you in this belief even more. You picked up your pace.

You didn't know which way you were going, but the hisses and broken branches grew closer with each passing moment. Something was chasing you, but when you turned your head you couldn't see anything. Not knowing what to do, you started running ahead, trying to use any spell in the meantime, but you couldn't conjure anything.

You ran out into some dark glade, but before you had a chance to turn around, the thing that was chasing you scratched your arm. You screamed in pain and fell, stumbling over a protruding root. You turned on your back, only to meet the big black monster that was staring at you with its red eyes. Your blood froze in your veins, and your breath and scream got stuck in your throat. Tears filled your eyes from helplessness. You hadn't a chance with him.

The monster was already opening its mouth full of sharp teeth to bite you, and you were getting ready to die, but suddenly a blinding beam of magic hit it and threw it to the other end of the clearing.

"Don't you dare touch her" said Lady Lesso as she stepped into the clearing, whom you thought as soon as you saw her that you were dreaming. How did she get here? How did she find you? You didn't even have to ask that, because all wanted about right now was to be close to her, knowing that she would protect you. She always protected you.

"Lesso…" you muttered between quick breaths, but you fell silent as another beam of magic flew towards the creature again, killing it.

"What were you thinking ?!" she shouted, coming up to you with quick steps. Her hair was disheveled, and so was her clothes, and her breathing was fast, as if she was running here. You saw the worry in her eyes with surprise. "How the hell did you get in here ?!" She knelt down next to you and helped you to sit up. At her touch, as if all the emotions accumulated in you had exploded.

Unable to resist, you hugged her, and she, surprised, grabbed you in her arms, not quite knowing what to do. "The three girls I had a fight with a few days ago… They brought me here… Somehow" you muttered in a trembling voice. The warmth of the woman made you feel safe and you slowly calmed down.

"What?" she whispered in surprise, gently moving your face away from her to look at you closely. Unable to bear the weight of her penetrating gaze, you lowered your head, feeling you blush.

"They took advantage of the moment when I was vulnerable, when I was asleep" you replied with a sigh and being angry with yourself for letting them approach you like that. "They wanted to take revenge on me, to get rid of me, because they were jealous that I was your favorite..." You did not have time to bite your tongue before you understood what you said.

"I will kill them …" the redhead drawled, gnashing her teeth with anger.

You didn't want to be in the three girls' skin right now. If someone made Dean of Evil angry, then he had very serious problems which she solved in one way … in a very brutal way. Although, your heart felt warm with how protective she where towards you. You thought she wasn't friendly enough to anyone to protect and look after him. Nobody except you.

"How… How did you find me?" You changed the subject quickly.

"A necklace" she replied, and you immediately glanced at the small pendant she once gave you as a gift.

"Locator?"

"Something like that" she muttered, nodding her head. After a while, her lips stretched into a small smile. "So, some people think you're my favorite?" she asked teasingly, as if casually twirling a strand of your hair on her finger. You felt you blush again.

"Perhaps?" you replied, feeling even more warmth on your cheeks as her smile widened and her eyes darkened.

"Well, it's better for them not to know about the rest of what you are to me, darling" she said, snorting with a smirk on her lips that she pressed against yours. You returned the kiss with satisfaction at the caress. You missed her closeness in the last few days and wanted so much more. "We have to go back. We've been here too long, and I'm sure some of those damn creatures will be here in a moment."

"In a moment," you reply and press again your lips against hers. Your hands tangled in her red curls, tugging them lightly, making her groan softly at the gesture.

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