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*You Made Me Love You

*Golden Band

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Golden Band

Ike Evans Masterlist

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Warning: Smut, angst

Summary: Pt2 of You Made Me Love You. Ike's guilt towards you is slowly eating him alive. Inspire by - Randy Travis' - On the Other Hand.

The evening was getting late as Ike, and you laid wrapped up in each other's arms, underneath the sheets. "How's rehearsals going?", Ike's voice breaks the silence the room.

"Everything's on track", you respond, sitting up in excitement", "Lo's going to do great!"

"That's my girl!", Ike chuckles proudly, pulling you against him with a kiss to the forehead.

"But then, she's sure to a be a hit with you guiding her..."

"Lo's a bright girl, she doesn't need my guidance as much as you think", you pat him on the chest, sitting up a little despondent. "I'm going to miss spending time with her though..."

"You make it sound as you're moving away or something-", Ike snickers, placing a soft kiss against your pouty lips. "You work in the hotel. She sees you every damn day."

"Won't be the same though...", you frown in protest.

Ike soft chuckles, pulling you into his lap, "wanna know a secret...?"

Your interest perks up at this as you turn to straddle him, "what?"

"Lo asked me if she could shadow you during event preps", Ike brushes the hair out of your face with a dimpled smirk. "Apparently, she wants to learn the 'family business' but from your side of things."

"Really...?", you excitedly enquire, "she wants to learn the events coordinating business?"

"Apparently its 'exciting'-", Ike chuckles even harder at your excitement to getting to spend more time with his daughter. "I think it's just an excuse to spend more time with you though...", Ike gives you knowing smirk.

"Must be my winning personality...", you proudly beam in response, causing Ike to chuckle yet again.

"You're a regular ray of sunshine-"

"Are you mocking me, Mr. Evans...?", you arche a brow at him.

Ike flashes you a dimpled smile, "not at all M-", he finds himself having to pause mid-sentence at almost calling you 'Mrs. Evans'.

Silently tilting your head to the side, you blink down at him in confusion. Biting down onto his lip for a second, Ike reaches out to stroke your cheek with a weak smile. "Your personality is only one of the many things we both love about you..."

Your eyes tear up with emotion at his words, "I love you both too...", you softly utter out, surging forward to capture his lips in a hard kiss.

The kiss soon turns heated as Ike flips you over onto your back and you let out a squeal of excitement, he silently studies you for a moment as you gently brush aside the hair covering his eyes; nothing but love your eyes as you stared back at him. A dull ache forms in his chest at this and Ike wishes he could give more than this.

On one hand I count the reasons I could stay with you And hold you close to me All night long

So many lover's games I'd love to play with you On that hand there's no reason Why it's wrong

But on the other hand There's a golden band To remind me of someone Who would not understand On one hand, I could stay (aah) And be your lovin' man But the reason I must go Is on the other hand

It was the evening of Lauren's party, and you were nervous wreck as you bounced about to make sure everything was perfect. The ballroom was beautifully decorated, Lauren looked beautiful in her gown and all the guests were eagerly awaiting her grand entrance.

"You ready, Lo?", you go check up on her backstage.

"How do I look...?", she excitedly nods, twirling around to show off her dress.

"Like the Miramar princess that you are...", you beam in proud wonder at her, gently reaching out to fix her hair. "I'll be waiting for at the foot of the stairs", you carefully remind her, "once the music starts; that's your que to begin descending them and th-"

"I know, and then Dad will meet on the dance floor for our father-daughter dance...", Lauren cuts you off matter-of-factly.

"You're a big smarty-pants aren't you-", you gently flick her nose, and she softly chuckles at it. "Now go on...", you smile gently nudging her, "before I steal your spotlight."

Lauren flashes you broad smile in response, you turn it and turn to walk away; barely making it a few steps when she calls out your name suddenly. "Yes-", is all you manage to get out before she tackles you with a tight hug. "Everything ok, Lo...?", you concernedly cup the back of her head.

Pulling back slightly, Lauren smiles up at you. "Just wanted to say, thank you..."

"Awww, Lo...", you feel tears prickling at your eyes as you gently cup her face. "Anything for you-"

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You patiently stood at the bottom of the stairs to the side as the music started and right on que; out from behind the curtains stepped a glowing Lauren. Completely in awe at how beautiful she looked; you silently gestured with your hands in carefully guiding her down the steps. Lauren stops midway down and for second you panic that she might have frozen up in fear, only to witness her smile broadening as she practically jumped down the rest of the steps and sprinted into the direction of the crowd, where Ike's father was walking through to meet her halfway.

Clapping in applause with the guests and with a broad smile; you watch as Ike and his father hug, then comes Lauren. The smile quickly falls when Vera joins in, stepping aside soon after and capturing Ike's lips in deep kiss.

Feeling totally out of place as reality hit straight in the face; you slowly backed up off the dance floor and into the crowd, barely reaching the end of the crowd only to bump into someone behind you.

"You're only heading for heartache...", the person speaks up.

Immediately know who the voice belonged to; you turn around with an arched brow, "could say the same thing about you, Stevie. Either that or heading for an early grave." Stevie lets out an amused snort, opening his mouth but you cut him short. "Couldn't fuck your father's wife, so you did the Butcher's instead?" Smirking at his shocked expression, you softly pat him on the chest, "You guys aren't as subtle as you think you are..."

Feeling utterly smug by the interaction; you walk away victoriously. Pausing at the entrance, you take one last look at the dance and that's when your eyes met Ike's as he danced with Lauren. Flashing him a faint smile and a head nod; you then turned to leave thereafter. With sorrow filled eyes; Ike stares after your retreating form and he wishes yet again that he could give you more this...

In your arms, I feel the passion I thought had died When I looked into your eyes I found myself

And when I first kissed your lips I felt so alive I've got to hand it to you girl You're somethin' else

But on the other hand There's a golden band To remind me of someone Who would not understand On one hand, I could stay (aah) And be your lovin' man But the reason I must go Is on the other hand Yeah the reason I must go Is on the other hand 

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part IX

Marcus Acacius Masterlist

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Part VIII

Warning: Smut, swearing, mention of war.

Summary: Marcus and you are sent ahead of the emperor to secure the first victory. 

"Where are we going?", Marcus softly chuckled as you dragged him along the corridors.

"Hush...", you softly shush him as you stop in front of your destination, scanning the corridors for anyone, silently gesturing for him to enter through the door, only speaking once you shut the door, "or do you wish for all to know that I am dragging to my chambers?"

"I believe we were told to discreet, were we not?", Marcus teases, wrapping his arms around you from behind.

"That is why, you need to be quiet", you chastise, turning around to face him.

"I am not the one that has difficulty with keeping low volume, Princess...", Marcus flashes you a dimpled grin as he pulled you flushed against him.

"Do not call me that", you frown in displeasure yet continue to hook your arms around the nape of his neck to play with the curls rested there. "I do not wish to be called that."

Letting out a low groan; Marcus cups your bottom, grinding his pelvis against your armored stomach with a huge smirk. "That still does not take away the fact that you are technically now the princess of Rome and that you can be quite loud."

"Fair enough...", you chuckle, dropping your forehead against his chest in defeat. "Although...", you head pops back up with a mischievous smirk as you pretend to ponder something. "As a subject of the Roman Empire that means; you must do all within your power to ensure that I am well content..."

With pursed lips and Marcus stared through narrowed gaze down at you, "is that so...?"

Flashing him a toothy grin, you innocently shrug, "well, I am the princess of Rome, am I not...?"

"That you are...", Marcus bites into his lip, hands slowly reaching out to begin disrobing you. "Then allow me as your loyal subject, to aide in disrobing you for the evening, Princess..." Doing your best to remain motionless, you silently watched as Marcus made ritual of first removing your armor and then the rest of your clothing.

Once finished, Marcus slowly circled you; eyes silently scanning every detail of your naked figure.

"Have I passed your inspection, General...?", you finally breach the silence in the room.

Pausing in front of you; Marcus smirks as he reaches out to gently cup your cheek and gently dragging his thumb cross your lips. "Merely admiring the beauty of Rome, Princess."

Your lips spread into a smirk under his thumb. "Do I get the privilege of admiring the strength of Rome then?"

Marcus smiles, spreading his arms out in invitation, "whatever the princess wishes...?" You make quick work of his armor and clothing, returning the favor of silently circling him as well. "Have the expectations been met?", Marcus cockily remarks.

Loudly sucking in your breath and biting into your lip, you scan him once more from top to bottom. "The strength of Rome is mighty..."

Eyes darkened with lust; Marcus steps flushed against you, reaching up to tangle a hand in your hair and tipping down so your lips are close. "Then allow Rome's strength to worship its beauty...", he raspily utters, capturing your lips in a deep kiss.

The kiss immediately heated up as Marcus slowly leads you backwards to the bed, a soft gasp slips pass your lips as you gently fall onto the bed, with Marcus on top of you once reaching the foot of it. "Remain still as I worship you, my Goddess...", Marcus huskily breathes into your ear, peppering open-mouthed kisses along your neck and the rest of your body while slowly made his way downward.

You were in utter torture at Marcus' slow decent of your body, your eyes shut and back arching upward when he paused at your naval; softly nipping at the flesh surrounding it. "Marcus-", you softly whined, eyes slowly fluttering open and noticing him silently staring up at you. He remains silent but words were not needed with the way he was looking at you; eyes dark with desire and admiration, the feeling of his lips spreading into a smirk against your flesh as he finally moves further down.

"Perfection...", are Marcus' first words when faced with your glistening folds. You watched with bated breath as his head dropped downward to bury his face between your thighs; a deep groan of approval reverberates against your sex as he licked a long stripe through it.

"Gods...!", your back arched off the bed with a low curse and Marcus repays you with a triumphant smirk against your sex as he begins a full-frontal assault on it. You were a writhing mess on the bed as Marcus continued to keep you pinned down by your hips while his head remained buried between your thighs.

Marcus finally lifts his head from between your thighs when a slightly loud sound of pleasure slips your lips. "You were to remain silent, Princess...", he reminds you, proudly smirking as his fingers probed at your entrance. "I need you to remain completely silent during the next part...", Marcus warns just as slips two fingers deep inside you.

"Mm-", you manage to stifle the loud gasp by biting into your lip, silently glaring daggers at him as you attempt to calm your breathing.

"Silence, Princess...", Marcus warns smugly, flexing the fingers within of you for emphasis.

"I would not have difficulty if you were not torturing me as you were-", you manage to grit out. Marcus flashes you a victory smirk, softly chuckling at your state.

"Do you wish for me to stop?"

You shoot him a warning glare, "do not even think of it..."

"Then what is it that you wish for me to do, Princess...?", Marcus coos; making sure to curl his fingers, working them in and out of you at a slow pace.

"Gods, Marcus! Fuck me already!", you growled out in frustration; eyes shut tightly and back arched.

Cocking his head to the side, Marcus arches a brow at you. "What if wish to fuck you using my hands only...?"

Your eyes instantly snap open at his words, head tilting to the side as you challenge him. "Then I suggest, you get dressed and leave, so that I may find another that shall give me what I want..."

A dangerous look crosses Marcus' eyes as his free hand surges up to grasp your throat, "you shall do no such thing-", he lets out an aggressive growl, the grip on your throat tightening, causing your eyes to light up in excitement.

"Is that a command, General...?", you mischievously smirk up at him.

"Do not test me, Princess-", Marcus warns, knowing you were attempting to goat him.

"I do no such thing, General...", you purred out, tongue curled against the roof of your mouth, mischievously rocking your hips from side-to-side whilst pinned underneath him. "I am merely stating facts."

Through narrowed gaze, Marcus lowers his face so that your noses touch, "you forget one very important fact though, Princess...", he squeezes the hand around your throat with a low sneer, droplets of spittle landing on your lips and you lick it off with a throaty moan.

"What might that be, General...?", you rasp out, nuzzling his nose with your own.

Thinking it impossible for Marcus' eyes to darken even further but proven wrong when he silently studies your face with dangerous glint reflected in them. Flashing you a sadistic grin, Marcus shifts to whisper into your ear, seconds before thrusting into you. "You belong to me..."

Months had passed since the day your father was declared emperor and the alliance with Albinus had happened. Now, you along with your father and Marcus were deeply immersed in campaign against Niger to eliminate the treat to your father's reign. Marcus and you had been sent ahead of your father to Cyzicus; to offer Niger the opportunity to surrender and go into exile to avoid unnecessary bloodshed. You were stationed outside its borders, awaiting a response from Asellius Aemilianus, Niger's appointed commander. Camp had been set up a few days ago and those days were spent inside the general's tent; strategizing battle plans or with you bent over table whilst Marcus railed you from behind, the latter being what the two of you were doing at this very moment.

"At first, I had reservations over having you alongside me during battle-", Marcus rasps against your neck whilst slowly dragging his nose upward to nip at your ear. "Now though- ", he grinds himself deeper inside you with low groan. "Now I see the benefits of having you here..."

"Wh-what- might that be...?", you manager to whimper out through the immense pleasure of having your insides rearranged.

"A powerful warrior by my side on the battlefield and passionate whore underneath me in bed...", Marcus huskily breathes into your ear, pressing you further into the table with his body to pick up a more brutal thrusting pace. The soft slapping sounds of skin against skin echoed through the tent as Marcus vigorously worked himself in and out of you, the pleasure becoming too much to the point that he had to cover your mouth to avoid your sounds of pleasure reaching to the outside. "Hush now, Princess- we do not want the soldiers hearing how good of a whore you are being for me, now do we...?", Marcus grunts out on a partially harsh thrust, the grip he had on you tightening more when your walls clench around him like a vice in retaliation. "Fuck-", he grits out, burying his face into the side of your neck yet never slowly his pace. "This tight cunt of yours will be my downfall...", Marcus groans into your neck, triggering your orgasm as you attempt to warn him with muffled words. "I know love-", Marcus rasps out as his thrust begin to lose rhythm, "right behind you- let go-"

Your walls instantly clamp around him at the command as the climax hits you full forces; your eyes rolling back as you scream into the hand covering your mouth. Letting out a low grunt of approval as he continued fucking you to reach his own, pulling out of you with a muted growl into your neck as he reached his climax and collapses onto your back in exhaustion. "Gods- I almost forgot to pull out-", Marcus wheezes into your ear as his full weight presses down onto you. You were a heaving mess underneath him as you attempted to breathe through the hand still covering your mouth, Marcus realizing your lack of response was due to struggling to catch a breath; instantly releases his grip, turning your around in a state of panic. "Are you alright?!", his eyes blown wide in fear as he gently held your face.

You silently stared at him for a moment whilst attempting to settle your breathing, your lips finally spread into a broad smile, "I would not have mind..."

"Dulcissima...", Marcus drops his forehead against yours with a sigh of relief, "never frighten me like that again."

Cocking your head to the side; you blink up at him in confusion, "what do you mean...?"

Lifting his head from yours, Marcus' grip on your face tightens as he frowned at you. "I thought I had killed you-"

A soft smile breaks across your face as you reach up to place your hands over his, "you forget what I am capable of yet again, Carissimus..."

Marcus' frown deepens at your words, "and you forget that you are mine to protect."

You squint in response to his words, "is this the General speaking to the Princess or Marcus speaking to Valeria?"

"Do you feel this...?", Marcus places your hand over his heart, "it does not beat for the Princess of Rome. It beats for Valeria Severa, and it always shall. Not even eternity would make it stop beating for you..."

"Quite the romantic you are, Dulcissimus...", you smile at him.

"You are my heart, Valeria", Marcus stares down at you sincerely, reaching up to cup your face. "My life would be meaningless without you. I fear each day you are on the battlefield, fear that I may never see you again."

Tears formed in your eyes as you cup his face in return, "that shall never happen-"

"No one knows that for sure", Marcus solemnly remarks, gently brushing the hair from your face with a faint smile. "Only the Gods know what the future holds for us- and I-", Marcus sucks in a deep breath, resting his forehead against yours with a heavy exhale, "I pray that they never separate us..." Tears stream down your face at his words; you prayed that the Gods never take Marcus from you...

After some time, you finally muster up the strength to speak but get cut off by a solider outside of the tent. "General, a response from Aemilianus has been delivered!"

The two of you hastily dress to allow him entering, the solider solutes you both and silently leaves after handing Marcus the message. The tent obviously smelt of sex but neither of you were bothered, your father had made your engagement to Marcus public before the campaign to avoid any scandalous rumours.

"What does it say?", you enquire as Marcus silently reads the message.

"They refuse to surrender", Marcus responds, handing you the message.

Having shifted into battle mode, you nod in understanding. "We take the victory by force then."

"That seems to be the path ahead-", Marcus rubs at his face with a heavy exhale. Dropping them onto your shoulders with a stern look, "remember what I asked of you..."

"Never put myself in unnecessary danger, and stay within sight at all times...", you nod in confirmation.

"Good, girl...", Marcus smirks, placing a soft kiss to your forehead. "Let us prepare for battle and let it be victorious for us." With a broad smile, you silently nod at him in agreement as the you set forth for battle. 

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Series Masterlist

Part 20

Warning: smut

The first day of the wedding festivities had finally arrived and the Keep was buzzing with activity as servants rushed about to have everything done in time. You had just finished dressing when there was a knock at your door. "Who is it?", you enquire when one of your ladies went to open it.

"It is Ser Hawin Strong, here to see you, your Highness."

"Let him in", you command, dismissing both ladies then. "The two of you may leave to prepare yourselves..."

Waiting till they left; Harwin finally approaches you, "you look beautiful, my Love..."

You couldn't contain the smile spreading across your lips at seeing as Harwin stops in front of you; love so clearly presented within his eyes as he stared down at in you utter wonder. "And you are handsome as always...", you respond, wrapping your arms around the back of his neck.

Harwin's eyes turn dark with lust as he pulls you flushed up against his front, "how much time do we have?"

"Enough...", you breathlessly mutter, pulling him down for a kiss. Letting out deep growl, Harwin hoists you up in his arms, moving to settle into a nearby chair. "Help me with this", you request for him to remove your armored corset while sat in his lap. Harwin makes quick work of it, tossing it somewhere to the side as your tongues battled for dominance.

Having loosened the fastenings of your dress, Harwin yanks the top of it down to reveal your breasts. "Exquisite...", he mutters in a trance as they spill out into his awaiting palms.

"Har...", you whimper out breathlessly when his head tips down to take a nipple between his lips; head tilted backway, eyes shut tightly and fingers buried deep in the soft curls of his head as he moves onto the other breast then, alternating between the two as time went on.

Lifting his head; Harwin grabs hold of your hair, pulling you in for a hard kiss, huskily commanding. "Stand up." Eagerly scrambling off his lap; you watched as if in a trance as Harwin removed his trousers. "Come here...", he beckons with the one hand while the other lazily stroked his cock. Hastily you bunch up the skirt of your dress, climbing back into Harwin's lap and carefully suspending yourself above as he notched the tip of his cock at your entrance. "Careful, Love...", Harwin cautions as you slowing lower yourself onto him with soft whimpers, his heading head tipping to backward with a deep groan as your warmth encased his length tightly.

Having remain still for a moment to adjust; you finally begin slowly rocking onto Harwin's cock, your foreheads pressed against one another's whilst he gently guided you with a tight grip on your hips. "Tight as always-", Harwin groans out in satisfaction as your pace picked up with a bounce, "no matter how many times I fuck you-"

"Y- You are merely big...", you whimper out in response, eyes rolling back in your head when his tip hits a sensitive spot deep within you.

"You are a dragon rider... should be accustomed to ridding big things...", Harwin chuckles, gritting his teeth and planting his feet firmer on the ground to forcefully thrust up into you, "now ride, Princess!"

"You are much more time efficient in dressing me than my ladies. Mayhaps, I should dismiss them and appoint you in this duty...?", you smirk at Harwin through the mirror as he finished helping to rearrange your clothing back into place.

"Only if you agree to return the favor...", Harwin remarks, stepping flushed against your back and tipping down to place a soft kiss into the crook of your neck. "Will you assist me with my armor once we are wed?"

"Do I not do so already...?", you softly whimpered at his touch.

"As my lover, aye...", Harwin continues peppering kisses along the side of your neck, "I am speaking of as my wife though."

You turn around with a broad smile upon your lips, "if that is one of the duties you require of me as a wife, then I shall gladly do so...", wrapping your arms around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss.

"Amongst others of course", Harwin remarks with a devilish smirk.

"Do tell me of these other duties you speak of...?", you encourage him with a few more kisses.

Letting out a muted growl into your mouth, Harwin rests his forehead against your own. "I would much rather show them to you... we do not have the leisure of time at this moment though."

"Fine...", you huff out in annoyance, gaze narrowed upon him. "You shall have to make up for it later tonight though."

Harwin softly chuckles at your response, pressing a kiss to your forehead then. "Your wish is my command, Princess..."

The festivities hadn't even properly begun, and you were already bored. Forced to sit at the royal table as per your station as the guest introductions were being done, with the only consolation that you were seated next to Lord Lyonel and with a direct view to where Harwin was seated.

"He will not disappear once you look elsewhere", your future father-by-law remarked, snapping you from your daze in Harwin's direction.

Feeling your face heat up at being caught, "am I that obvious?", you turn to look at him.

"Blatantly so...", Lyonel softly chuckles.

"I should enjoy the festivities then", you chuckle in response.

"You should...", Lyonel smirks, "soon there will be another wedding celebration, with you at the certain of it all."

"Noted", you nod in agreement. "That means that I should enjoy the festivities, because as the bride it will all be a blur."

"Precisely...", Lyonel smirks, "and once the formalities are done, you shall have the rest of the evening to enjoy my son's company."

Silently nodding in response, you chance one last look in Harwin's direction. Catching you staring at him; Harwin broadly smirks as he shoots you a wink, causing you to softly chuckle as neither of you seemed to want to break the connection. It unfortunately does happen when Jason Lannister makes his way to the high table.

"Congratulation, Your Grace...", the pompous ass greets your father and sister. "You have made a fine match for the princess."

"Thank you, Lord Jason...", Rhaenyra smugly smirks, "I can think of no better man than Ser Laenor."

You loudly snort at her subtle insult toward him, all three looks toward you then; Rhaenyra looked amused, Lannister looked confused, whilst your father silently glared at you. You flash them a toothy grin, Lannister shrugs it off like the idiot he was turning back toward your father and sister. "Well, if this only the welcoming fest, then I cannot imagine what you might have planned for the wedding..."

"Well, my daughter is the future queen...", your father proudly remarks. "I wanted this to be a wedding for the histories."

"Yes, and there is another to happen soon I am certain", Lannister shoots a look in your direction, looking like a wolf eyeing a lonely lamb.

"That is still to be decided", your father comments, staring at him through narrowed gaze.

Your hackles raised at him implying a possible union with him and just as you were about to say something; Lyonel placed a hand over your resting on the table. "Calm down, child. All shall be revealed soon enough."

Taking a deep breath, you silently nod and settle back down. The Lannister idiot, oblivious to everything; scans the hall. "Where is the queen...? I had hoped to pay my respects."

Pursing his lips at Lannister's words, "I understand the queen is readying herself for the celebrations", your father replies.

"This why men wage war...", Lannister remarks, "because women would never be ready for the battle in time..."

Rhaenyra merely looks uncomfortable at his words, whilst your father pretended to be amused, yet you could not remain silent. "Spoken like a man that has never seen war...", you snarkily retort from your seat, causing them to look at you.

"Well, no war has come to us, so it is understandable...", Lannister flashes cowardly grin in attempts to save face.

You open your retort but get cut off before uttering a word. "Your presence is always such a pleasure, Lord Jason...", Rhaenyra breaks the standoff as polite as possible.

Taking the hint, he awkwardly bows in departure. "Princess, Your Grace..."

Once Lannister stepped away, your father glares at you. "What?", you stare back at him innocently.

"Behave...", your father remarks in warning.

Your mood sullens then, "may I be excused?"

Arching a brow at you, he sighs out in defeat. "Once the formalities are done, you may roam about..."

"As you wish, Your Grace", you nod in agreement, causing him to soften a bit.

"Please behave...", your father shoots you a pleading look, causing to soften as well and you silently nod in agreement.

Your father shoots you a wink and you smile at him in response as you both settle your attentions back to the festivities. 

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Who's Sorry Now?

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Ike Masterlist

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Warning: Angst, swearing.

Summary: Pt. 9 of Would you hold it against me. Another hurdle gets thrown in Ike's path as he struggles with all that he learnt so far. Inspired by - Connie Francis' - Who's Sorry Now.

With a stressful day of having to deal with the pageant organizers and the disappearance of Mike Strauss, Ike thought his evening would be a relaxing one as he settled into bed. Boy, was he wrong. Not long after, there was a knock at the front-door; Bel had arrived to inform Ike that Ben wanted to see him asap on his yacht.

After having enquired from Bel about what Ben wanted to see him for and not having gotten an answer, Ike was shitting bricks during the short boat ride to Ben's yacht. Could he have found out about Ike and your connection?!

Who's sorry now? Who's sorry now? Whose heart is achin' for breakin' each vow? Who's sad and blue? Who's cryin' too? Just like I cried over you

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Having arrived at the yacht, Ike was greeted by a group of clearly drunk and possibly high people, firing shots at a bunch of sharks nearby. Entering below, he finds an even more intoxicated Ben sitting at a small coffee table; pouring himself a drink that was clearly overflowing. "You know how much that bearded freak cost me down in Cuba...?", Ben remarks whilst continuing to over pour his drink.

"I don't know Ben... millions?", Ike nonchalantly responds with his hands buried inside his pants pockets in an attempt to downplay his anxiety.

"Every week...", Ben drawls, finally placing the bottle down, picking a lighter up then. "Millions", he flicks the lighter on and sets fire to the alcohol covered table, setting back in his seat with a heavy sigh. "Up in smoke..."

Relieved that this meeting was about business, Ike relaxes his guard and takes a seat. "Gone", Ben continues to stare at the flame as he continues to talk. "But he'll be out soon... or dead. Dictators change like the weather down there, and I'll be back... but this- this has taught me something Ike." He tilts his head to the side, deep in thought, "options... choices."

Knowing exactly in the direction he was heading; Ike finally speaks up. "Gambling on the beach."

"Your joint is prewired for slots, tables and wheels, right?", Ben remarks.

"You pull up the carpet and the marble, the condo is just sitting there", Ike responds carefully.

"You built the Miramar for gambling, you genius!", an excited Ben jumps up from his seat with his hands raised the in air victoriously.

Ike silently eyeballs up, yet has to restrain his displeasure, "the second it's legal, Ben", is his only response.

"Ike the magician... Ike the rain maker", an ecstatic Ben moves to the window. "Now how did you get city council to rezone fifty residentials acers...?", he remarks rubbing his thumb and index finger together suggestively.

"Those 'holy rollers' in Tallahassee, never gonna vote for-", Ike attempts to reason, but Ben cuts him off.

"Ike... where are you?", he nonchalantly comments.

"What?", Ike sighs out.

"Simple question", Ben remarks, his tone turning serious. "Where-are-you-now?"

Ike smirks at his instant change, "I'm on your boat Ben."

"Yes. Good", Ben stares at his surroundings weirdly, then back down at Ike. "You're on my boat, in the Gulf stream, in the middle of a shark feeding frenzy..."

"Ike leans back in his seat, staring Ben down whilst absentmindedly twirling his wedding ring. "You threatening me, Ben?"

"Abso-fucking-lutely, I'm threatening you...", Ben responds. "Carrot, Bull shark... whatever works." Ike merely stares at him as he continues his rant. "Focus... Isaac. We have a moment...", Ben takes his hand, guiding him up from his seat. "One door closes...", he leads Ike toward the window as they stare at the Miramar from across the water. "You built a palace... now it's time to be king."

Right to the end Just like a friend I tried to warn you somehow You had your way Now you must pay I'm glad that you're sorry now

*

Ike remains silent as he helplessly stares at his hotel. "You and I can wear this town like a diamond necklace", Ben remarks, leading him to the nearby counter. "Here... a hundred grand. Work that 'Evans charm' on those shit-kickers...", Ben flashes him a creepy grin and steps aside.

Ike stares at the briefcase for a moment, finally speaking up. "Where's Mike Strauss?"

Ben pauses mid-step, "Um, you mean that union guy, you asked me to talk to...?", he shrugs in remark, "well, I don't know... Your guess is as good as mine."

Knowing exactly what he meant, Ike takes a moment to compose himself and makes his move to leave but Ben stops him, "Ike..." Pausing at the foot of the steps, he turns around and Ben points toward the briefcase, "happy fishing...", he grins.

Silently sighing, Ike goes to take it and leaves. Now he had even more problems besides getting you and his daughter away from Ben to worry about.

Right to the end Just like a friend I tried to warn you somehow You had your way Now you must pay I'm glad that you're sorry now 

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Psycho Lady Colonel - Clay's Family - Part five

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Warning: swearing, mention of violence and child abduction.

You had to get out of here. Had to warn Clay about Max's plan before it's too late! There was no chance in hell that you were going to allow that monster to raise your son, not when he had a mother and father fighting to keep him safe. There was no way you were going to allow for the rest of the team to lose their lives as well; they had become family to you, and you weren't going to lose them like you did the others.

"We ready to get the show on the road?!", Max waltz into the room you were being held, with a sinister smile. You shoot him a silent glare, causing him to frown. "Thought you'd be more excited to be seeing your baby daddy after all these months...", he tsks at you in displeasure, instantly bursting out in laughter thereafter. "Oh, yes! How could I forget! It's because I plan on killing him..."

You refused to respond to his verbal jabs, choosing to remain silent in retaliation instead. You would not give him the satisfaction of seeing you crumble nor lash out. It gave him pleasure to witness, the sick bastard that he was, and you refused to feed into it.

"Well, you're no fun...", Max huffs out in disappointment, signaling his henchmen. "Escort her to the car so we can get the ball rolling."

"Is everything ready?", an anxious Clay asks.

"Everything's a Go. Just waiting on Max to send the meeting's location", Jensen nods in response, face void of any goofiness. This mission was too important for him to be acting the fool; your life and the life of your and Clay's unborn child was on the line.

"Good...", Clay nods, pressing his palms into his eyes with a sigh of relief.

Stepping up to him; Pooch places a reassuring hand onto his shoulder, "we'll get Y/N/N and your boy back home safely..."

Dropping his hands; Clay dead stares at him, "I hope to God we do."

"The location came through!", Jensen loudly interrupts then.

Pooch and Clay both rush to his side, "you have the intel on it?"

"Just came through from HQ", Jensen nods, tapping away at the keyboard. "It's an old, abandoned warehouse, the layout is being printed out as we speak."

"Good", Clay nods, "let's go over it and devise a solid plan."

Everyone huddled around the table as Clay went over the plan; all of them deeply concentrated on his every word, except for Aisha. She was clearly distracted, alternating between either checking her wristwatch or phone every few minutes and Clay had definitely picked up on it.

You were blindfolded from the minute they placed you inside the car, up until you had arrived at the exchange destination. It seemed to be an abandoned warehouse from what you could make out, but its whereabouts? You had no clue. Trapped inside what used to be an office by the looks of it, while a guard stood watch outside of it. For a supposed criminal genus, Max sure was dumb to believe that you wouldn't attempt to escape because you were pregnant. It was the main reason spurring you into doing exactly that. You weren't about to just sit stuck inside this grimy old office while Max killed your friends and the father of your child, you needed to come up with a plan to get out of here to find Clay and the team before it was too late.

Probably sensing your anxiety, your son decides to kick up a storm. Rubbing at the spot his kicks were concentrated, you wince out in discomfort, "give me a break kid... I'm trying to save our asses, as well as your dad's and uncles..." He gives an extra hard kick then, causing you to double over, and just as hard as the kick was; an idea hits you.

"Everyone on track with the plan?", an anxious Clay enquires as they made their way to the location. They couldn't afford to fuck this up. The lives of the woman he loved, and his son were at stake and there was no chance in hell that he was going to lose them, even if it meant he had to sacrifice his own life to save them.

"Cougar will be in his element; high up, with the best range for cover...", Jensen loudly recites the plan out. "Pooch will be on get-away duty, while Aisha and I are on backup."

Letting out a tense breath of relief; a satisfied Clay silently nods. Good. Everything needed to go according to plan. "So, we're all on the same page then?", Clay remarks, making extra sure to get a read on Aisha. He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but something about her seemed off.

This had to work, you only had one chance to do this and if it failed; it meant the death of the people you had grown to love as family, it meant the death of the man you loved, as well as your own and your son would be lost to you forever.

"It's showtime, lil one...", you exhale heavily, clutching your stomach and letting out loud cry. "Aah! Something wrong! Someone, please help!", you frantically banged on the door.

The door suddenly swings violently open, and a wide-eyed guard enters. "What's wrong?"

"It hurts! Something's wrong!", you wailed, forcing out the tears as you clutched your belly. "The baby... it's too early!"

"What do I do?!", the guard begins to panic at not knowing what to do.

"Hospital-", you whimpered; tears streaming down your face whilst clutching your belly.

"I- you're supposed to stay here-", the guard nervously stammers, eyes blown wide when you grab hold of his shirt.

"You forget that your boss wants this baby as his heir?! If something happens to it; he'll have your head!"

"Shit! You're right. I'll go call for help...", the guard panics, turning to leave but you double over again, clutching at your belly with another loud cry. "Fuck! Are you ok?", he moves forward to offer support, completely freaked out and not noticing your hand movement as you clung to him.

"It- it's lessening...", you whisper softly a moment later.

"You sure?", he nervously enquires, still holding onto you.

"Mhmm...", you hum in response, "just one problem though."

"What?", the guard frowns at hearing how calm you suddenly sounded and attempts to stand up straight but ends up getting pistol-whipped by his own gun.

"You're dumb as fuck...", you nonchalantly remark, staring at his unconscious form on the ground. 

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Couldn't Have Said It Better (Javi Gutierrez)

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Warning: Little bit of angst, with a whole lot of fluff and implied smut.

Summary: Pt3 of To Know Him Is to Love Him. Javi's party went off without a hitch, with the evening ending with a major surprise for the both of you. Inspired by - Meat Loaf's - Couldn't Have Said It Better.

It was midnight by the time the last guest had left, what was a successful party; not only did Javi have his favorite actor present to celebrate his birthday with him, but Mr. Cage had also offered to create a movie with Javi. Javi’s dreams were all coming true and you couldn’t have more happier for him.

The night was mostly blur for you after Javi’s speech, having thought to stick to Gabriela’s side through it; as you didn’t really know anyone else there, so you were totally caught off-guard when Javi collected you from her side; to introduce you to each and every one of his guests. What caught you even more off-guard was him introducing you as a ‘very close friend’, instead of his personal chef. Mingling amongst the rich wasn’t frightening as you thought it would be, the one that made you uneasy was his leech of a cousin and you had to deal with him on a regular basis. The guy gave you the creeps and this evening had been even more uncomfortable with the way he had been watching you, and for that reason you were thankful that Javi never once left your side. That was the reason why once all the guests had left and everyone else had retired for the evening; Javi and you found yourselves quietly walking alone in the gardens.

For the first time ever, you were nervous being alone in Javi’s company and you weren’t even sure why. The atmosphere between you felt different; more charged with something different than usual, something more than just a friendship bond as Javi led you through the gardens with a gentle hand on your lower back.

And you said nothing at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself Tonight the conversation takes the fall Just love me like you love nobody else

Little lady I think there's something on your mind I've known you long enough To know the words are not that hard to find

*

Feeling as if his heart was about to jump out of his chest; a nervous Javi knew it was now or never for him to confess his feelings for you, but he also knew it had to be with small steps or risk losing you. “Tonight was quite successful”, Javi casually remarks, snapping you out from your thoughts.

“Y-Yes...”, you stammer, nervously clearing your throat. “It was a beautiful party... thank you for inviting me.”

“Well, you’re practically my best friend...”, Javi goofily snorts, making you pause your steps.

“I am...?” You never knew that Javi considered your friendship to be so close and now you were feeling horrible for wanting more.

“Actually, that’s not true...”, Javi exhales heavily, causing your eyes to well up with tears as your heart dropped to your feet as he stared off into the garden. This was it... he was going to inform you that you were nothing but his employee and most probably fire you as well.

“You’re far more that-”, Javi blurts out, turning and noticing your tears. “Hey... what’s wrong...?”, Javi gently cups your cheeks, softly wiping the tears from them with his thumbs. “Why are you crying?”

“It’s nothing-”, you tearfully stutter out, but Javi doesn’t buy it as he gives you a stern look.

And the harder you try And the longer you go Well there's nothing but love In those eyes anymore You know what to say But you never know how You can keep your mouth shut Because it doesn't really Matter right now I will guide you all the way Because I know exactly What you're trying to say

You have the right To remain silent I'll get the lights You get that smile

*

“Fine...”, you huff out in annoyance, attempting to blink the tears away. You’re already gave yourself away, might as well let it all out. “I thought you were going to say something else...”

Javi continued wiping the tears, snorting in response, “what? That I didn’t consider you as a friend or something...?”

“Something like that...”, you mumble, gaze dropping to down to the ground in shame.

“It's true though”, Javi remarks, lifting your head to look at him. “You’re not only my best friend, but also the love of my life...”

Wh-Whaaat...? You stood open-mouthed at him.

And you say nothing at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself Tonight the conversation takes the fall Just love me like you love nobody else

When I step in the door and I stare at your face There are so many things that I wish I could say Well I struggle with words but they put up a fight You can keep your mouth shut Because it doesn't really matter tonight I will guide you All the way (tonight) Because I know exactly What you're trying to say

You have the right To remain silent I'll get the lights You get that smile

*

“Why so shocked...? Javi chuckles, brushing the hair from your face. “You really didn’t know...?”

“Not a clue...”, you dumbly shake your head.

“Guess I wasn’t being obvious enough”, Javi drops his hands from your face with a sigh of disappointment, spinning around and waving them in the air. “I’m such an idiot! Typical of me to mess this up!”

“Javi”, you attempt to get his attention, but he’s wrapped up inside a world of his own whilst continuing to scold himself. “Javi...”, you try once more, yet no acknowledgement. “Javi!”

“What?!”, he finally wheels back around, all wide-eyed as he stares at you.

“I love you...”, you smile at him goofily.

“Y-Yooou love meee...?”, Javi stutters, eyes wider than ever before.

He was so adorable when being an idiot... How could you not love him. Too emotional to speak; you bite into your lip and silently nod instead. Javi lets out a relieved chuckle, stepping forward to cup your face and brushing his thumbs back and forth across your cheeks; eyes silently pleading for a sign from you. You silently reach up to hook your arms around the back of Javi’s neck, pulling his head down for a kiss in response.

“I love you...”, Javi breaks from the kiss, resting his forehead against yours.

“I love you too”, you breathlessly utter, softly giggling when Javi nuzzled your nose with his own and silences you with a kiss.

And you say nothing at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself Tonight the conversation takes the fall Just love me like you love nobody else

And I know you feel the same You've been searching for the words Now you know what to say Oh yeah

Just say nothing Don't say a word Silence is gold Don't say a word Shhh

*

The kiss soon becomes heated as Javi and your hands roamed all over each other. Grasping the material of your dress; Javi slowly begins to bunch it up at your waist whilst pressing open-mouthed kisses to your throat, pausing when your hands grab hold of his to stop. As desperately you wanted Javi, you weren’t about to get intimate in the gardens where anyone could see you; especially with his creepy cousin constantly lurking about. Believing that he had read your signals wrong; Javi opens his mouth to apologize but you stop him with a finger over his lips. With a reassuring smile, you calmly take hold of his hand; to silently lead him into the house and from there, your bedroom. No further words were needed to be spoken tonight, not when you could rather instead show each other how you felt. There was enough time tomorrow for words, but tonight... Tonight, all you needed was to feel... To feel the love, you have for one other and nothing else.

This is the moment we've been waiting for (ohh yeah!) If I exercise my right And I will take your body language And hold it against you tonight And I know you feel the same I've wondered all my life If this moment comes Would I know what to say

Then you say nothing at all (So many times I stumbled on the words that I wanted to say) You said nothing at all (So many thoughts that I should have just let my heart explain) You said nothing at all (So many ways we could turn the words around) You said nothing at all (So many nights our hearts came crashing to the ground) You said nothing at all (So many dreams that are finally coming true) Well I couldn't have said it better myself (Now you finish me off when You finish my thoughts the way you do)

You said nothing at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself (I love you) Tonight the conversation takes the fall (Yeah, nobody else) Just love me like you love nobody else

You said nothing at all Well I couldn't have said it better myself Tonight the conversation takes the fall Just love me like you love nobody else (Just love me, just love me, just love me like you love nobody else) ... 

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His Warrior Princess - Part twenty

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Part 19

Warning: swearing, fluff

You were enjoying some solitude in your chambers, head immersed inside a book when Rhaenyra stormed into the room. "If I must go through another hour of picking fabrics and color schemes, I shall go mad!"

"Well, it is not every day that the heir to the Iron Throne is to be wed...", you snicker at her state of frustration, and she shoots you a heated glare.

"I have had enough of that nonsense to last me an entire year and refuse to hear it from you as well."

Having teased your sister enough, you finally relent when noticing how close to tears she was becoming, "come, have a seat...", you pat the open spot next to you on the couch. "Tell me what bothers you?"

Throwing herself onto the couch, Rhaenyra tilts her head backward, letting out a heavy puff of air. "I am utterly sick and tired of all the wedding festival planning..."

"That is understandable", you nod in response, yet still a bit sceptic, "though I believe that is not the entire truth... out with it?"

Squinting one eye open to look at you, Rhaenyra straightens up with a heavy sigh, "you might be right..."

Although you always enjoyed being told this, you were a bit confused to what she was referring to. "About what?", you frown at her.

"Criston...", Rhaenyra grumbles out, twirling her fingers in her lap. "He has become extremely distant since our last conversation. He barely speaks and refuses to look me in the face, stares at the ground instead when addressing me."

"Can hardly blame him, now can we...?", you shrug in response.

"You are supposed to be on my side!", Rhaenyra scoffs in betrayal, causing you to roll your eyes.

"You fucked him, rejected his marriage proposal and then offered for him to be whore your instead. He has every right to be upset over it."

"Not all of us have the privilege to marry for love...", Rhaenyra snarls in response, causing you to scoff at her hostility.

"And who's fault is that? You were too lazy and small-minded to reach out and seek it, instead you went and got dethroned to a man who prefers the company of other men."

Catapulting up from the couch, Rhaenyra glares down at you. "Oh, please spare me...! As if Harwin is truly marrying you for love."

"What do you mean by that?", you frown, taken aback by her words.

"Do you honestly believe that you precious Harwin would have married you if were not a princess?", Rhaenyra viciously smirks at your look of devastation. "The only desirable thing about you is your title. What man would want a warrior for a wife? And a fat one at that too."

"Get out of my room!", you growl, jumping off the couch and pointing toward the door.

Rhaenyra realizing that she had gone too far, suddenly becomes remorseful. "Vi, I-"

"I said, get out!", you yell cutting her off.

Dropping her head in shame, Rhaenyra shoots you one last apologetic look before turning to leave. Feeling as if the life had been drained from you, you throw yourself back down onto the couch with a heavy heart and sighed. Rhaenyra was your sister, and you loved her dearly yet this time she had gone too far by using your insecurities as a means against you. This foreshadowing battle with Criston was her own to fight and you will not take any part in it. She made her bed and will have to lay in the soiled sheets of it.

"What is the matter, my love?", Harwin finally breaks the awkward silence whilst the two of you lounged in front of the hearth inside your chambers; your father had approved Harwin as your personal guard during the day as a means to allow you time together without arousing the suspicion of the court.

"Nothing...", was all you managed to utter, staring dazed at the fire but he was not convinced. Turning you in his lap; Harwin tilts your face upward to make eye contact.

"The truth."

Knowing it there was no other alternative; you finally voice the words that had been bothering you since Rhaenyra had spoken them. "If I were not of royal blood, would still have fallen in love with me?"

Harwin's gazed narrows into a deep scowl at your words, "where is all this doubt coming from?"

Silently studying his face for a moment; embarrassment floods seeps in as your gaze drops, "never mind."

"Do not do that...", Harwin lifts your head back up, brows furrowed with concern, "do not shut me out. We are one. You and I are one. Your happiness is my happiness as well as your sorrows."

With a faint smile and eyes filled with adoration, you reach out to gently cup his cheek. You loved this man with all your heart, yet the doubts lingered after your sister's words.

"You can tell me anything, never be afraid to voice your thoughts to me...", Harwin attempts once more.

Turning back towards the hearth; you silently stared for a moment at the flames to compose yourself, "Rhaenyra and I had an argument, and the remark came up during it", you finally confess, causing anger to raise within him at hearing it.

"Look at me", Harwin urges you, but you were too ashamed to do so. Taking hold of your chin, he turns your face back toward his. "My heart was forfeited to you the moment you rode into the encampment and removed your helm." Silently searching his eyes for any signs of deception, a broad smile spreads across your lips when none was seen. Harwin returns it, gently cupping your face in both his hands to intently stare deep into your eyes. "To me; you are strong, kind and far beautiful than any woman in the entire realm." Tears prickles your eyes as you softly chuckle at his words. "It is the truth", Harwin states, gently resting his forehead against your own. "To me, you are everything...", he softly utters, capturing your lips in a deep kiss. 

Part 21

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part VIII

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Part VII

Warning: violence and death

Summary: The battle for the empire begins.

“It seems news of our return has reached the capital”, your father remarks when you were greeted by cohort of Praetorian Guards outside its borders.

“Julianus has sent us a personal escort...”, Marcus responds, smirking at your father, who remained stoically starring ahead of him.

“You do know what this means, right?”

“Most certainly”, Marcus remarks, turning toward on a much serious note. “Stay close to either of us.”

You shoot him scowl of displeasure, causing your father to softly chuckle. “No need to fret Acacius... she will protect the both of us.” His face instantly turning back as before to instruct you, “we are not invading lands this time, instead; we are reclaiming our home. They all traitors to the empire... No prisoners.”

Snapping into your battle stance, you acknowledge his words with a silently nod. The commander of the Praetorian Guard dismounts, making his way to the middle of the clearing separating the two parties. You look toward your father for direction, and he silently gives his nod of approval.

“What are you doing?”, Marcus hisses when you dismount from your horse.

“Hold, Acacius!”, your father orders when Marcus attempts to dismount as well when you move toward the commander.

“She will be vulnerable out there!”, Marcus fearfully protests.

Your father smirks at his word, spreading his arms out then. “Take a look around you...”, and that was when Marcus finally notices the four senior soldiers of your father’s legion were slowly trotting closer behind you; swords at ready with each step you took.

“She is never vulnerable... besides, she will have taken down at least ten of them by the time we join the fight.” Marcus was at wits end by the time you finally reached the commander; his gaze sharpen upon you for any signs out distress.

“Lady Severa... it is an honor to meet you”, the commander sarcastically smirks at you.

You remove your helmet; resting it under your arm and tilting your head with a sadistic smile, “and it will be an honor to slaughter you where you stand, traitor...”

“Why you little-”, the commander growls out, attempting to launch at you but in his fit of rage failed to notice that your sword was already unsheathed, not until it made contact with his neck, beheading him with one powerful swing.

The rest of the Praetorian Guards take a shocked step back at this, finally jumping into action when your helmet was launch at them as you let out an inhuman roar at them, “come on!!!”

Your sword makes contact with the first one to come at you at the exact moment that the senior soldiers at your back joined in, followed by the rest of the legionnaires.

“Still believe her to be vulnerable during these strategic moves...?”, your father proudly gloats as he and Marcus watched you calmly strolled through the carnage surrounding you after the battle.

Marcus would be lying by saying he hadn’t been distracted with fear for your safety during the battle, his eyes constantly searching for you as he fought opponents from each direction. Barely escaping fatal blows due to panicking when seeing you take on three opponents at the same time, impressing him even more when you took them out with brutal ease, he had never witnessed a woman capable of. You had seen him in trouble after that and jumped in to assist; playfully scolding him for being distracted before storming headfirst back into the battle.

“She is a force to be reckoned with...”, Marcus’ eyes beamed with pride as he watched you walk toward them. Even whilst covered in sweat, grime and the blood of your victims, you had never seemed more beautiful to him as you stopped in front of them.

“It is time to claim your empire, Imperator”, you declare with a fisted hand over your chest as you bowed in front of your father.

The streets of Rome were bustling as you rode through on your way to Palatine Hill; citizens eagerly following behind to witness what was to come. “Julianus will have more guards awaiting our arrival.”

“Where are the rest of them?”, you frown, confused when only noticing a handful of Praetorian Guards upon arriving at the palace.

“Not certain, but be prepared for an ambush”, Marcus responds, scanning the area through narrowed gaze.

Marcus and you were beside your father whilst walking up the steps of the palace, the senior soldiers were behind whilst the rest awaited in the street.

“Hail, Caesar!”, the Senate eagerly greet your father at the palace entrance.

“Where is your current emperor?”, your father responds with a raised brow.

“Right in front of us”, one of them answers, yet your father was still suspicious.

“Julianus?”

“Fret not, we disposed of that leech upon news that you would be arriving, Imperator”, another answers. Your father silently eyes the remaining guards, prompting them explain, “Julianus, the fool; sent nearly all of them to the boarder to intercept you. We made sure the ones that were loyal to our cause, were the ones left behind.”

“Smart thinking”, your father grins, yet not completely convinced. “I do wish to see the body though. As confirmation...”

Four guards present the deceased body of Julianus then and it is confirmed to him. “All hail, Emperor Severus!”, the Senate cry out yet again. “Hail, Caesar!”, you, along with all present joined in.

A round table meeting had been called after the dust had settled; your father, his senior soldiers, Marcus, yourself, as well as the Senate all present.

“Now that I have claimed the empire, comes the task of retaining it”, your father declares.

“Pescennius Niger has declared himself emperor”, Marcus remarks, “there is also word that Clodius Albinus might be interested as well.”

“Albinus had declined the offer of emperor after Commodus’ death,” one of the Senate comments, “why would he be interested in it now?”

“Because both of his enemies are staking claim onto it and he would be damned to allow it”, your father responds deep in thought then when an idea pops up. “Although...”

“What do you have in mind?”, Marcus smirks in remark at noticing the glint in his eyes.

“You know me too well”, your father returns the smirk, “Albinus’ hatred for Niger is far greater than for me... an alliance would be beneficial for both of us.”

“It could work, the Senate agrees. “What would it entitle though?”

“Administrative power and co-emperor", your father explains. “While he ensures the empire runs smoothly on that end, I can concentrate on eliminating the threat that is Niger then.”

The room was silent for quite some time until the Senate spoke in agreement, “will Albinus accept though?”

“If I offer him Gaul and Spain, he will”, your father responds. After the details had been talked over and agreements had been made it was already evening, and everyone had retired for the evening.

After the meeting, your father had requested Marcus and your presence in his chambers. “Before you question my sanity, know that there is a method to it”, were his first words. Both, Marcus and you remain silent as he explained. “Whilst Albinus shall have administrative power, the imperial power of emperor shall ultimately remain in my hands. Whilst he runs Rome for me, I can stay focused on eliminating Niger and once that is settled; I’ll take back the power I gave him.”

Nodding at his reasoning, you then speak up, “and what if he does not wish to relinquish said power back to you?”

“Then I shall take it bad by force”, your father states matter-of-factly, turning toward Marcus then. “I shall require the assistance of you and your legionnaires in the battle against Niger.”

“We are at your back and call as always...”, Marcus assures him.

“Then it is settled”, your father delightedly remarks, shooting Marcus a teasing grin then. “Do us all a favor and refrain from be distracting during battle... my daughter will not always be around to save you.”

You burst out laughing at this as Marcus side-eyed, “I shall try my best not to”, he remarked, a faint smirk pulling at his lips.

“Good”, your father nods, “now onto a different note. That being the topic of the relationship between you both...” Both Marcus and you sat up much straighter then. “I have spoken to each of your separately before this but now is the time to discuss this in union.” You silently eyed Marcus as he visibly squirmed in his seat whilst your father continued speaking. “Once we have defeated Niger, your engagement shall be announced. Marriage will not happen soon though... this is merely to protect your reputation”, he looks at you. “I still require that five years serves, more so now than ever.” You nodded in silent agreement, your father smiles at it. “Splendid. Now you may retire for the evening.”

As you both reached the door to leave, your father suddenly called out then. “Marcus, one last thing... the entire empire does not wish to hear you copulating with my daughter and neither do I. Please do keep the noise down.”

“Father!”, you gasp out, wishing the ground to swallow you at that very instant. Marcus’s ears had turned red as your father chuckled loudly at your embarrassment. “I am merely jesting... partially”, he raises his brows at both of you in a serious tone then. “I truly do not wish to hear anything. No get out of my sight. The two of you are nauseating to look at after this discussion...”, he smirks teasingly as he shoots you a wink.

Shaking your head with a smirk, “come...”, you drag Marcus with you. “Before my father thinks of more ways to embarrass us.” 

Part IX

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part VII

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Part VI

Summary: The truth about your abilities is revealed to Marcus.

You slowly stirred to a waking state as the first rays of sunlight creeped into your chambers. Lying on his stomach, his face in your direction and with an arm possessively resting over you; Marcus was snoring heavily whilst still deep in slumber. Eyes beaming with unwavering love as you carefully reach out to gently trace his facial features. "Still early...go back to sleep...", Marcus softly mutters, eyes still tightly shut as he grips hold of your hand, bringing it his lips to kiss.

"We need to get up, Carissimus...", you smile at his childlike manner, "before someone sees you leaving."

"Very well... but only once I have had my morning fill of you...", Marcus frustratedly groans, suddenly dragging you underneath him.

"Marcus...", you softly giggle, "we need to preserve energy for the journey back home...", playfully pushing at him. Softly chuckling at you, Marcus lovingly brushes the hair out of your face.

"Let me have you once more, then we can preserve all our energy so that I can have you again once we get home."

"You never play fair...", you pout, reaching up to cup his cheek. "You know I can never say no to this handsome face."

A boyish grin spreads across Marcus' lips as he presses a soft kiss into your palm, slotting himself more comfortably between your naked thighs and surging forehead to capture your lips in harsh kiss.

It was an hour later when Marcus left your chambers for his own to prepare for departure. "I take it that you had a restful night...", your father's voice stops Marcus dead in his tracks mere feet from your door.

"Septimius!", Marcus spins around, eyes wide as if seeing a ghost. "Forgive me, Imperator ", Marcus nervously corrects himself and bows to him.

Your silently stared at him through narrowed gaze for quite some time, a faint smirk crosses his lips then. "Now that the lovers reunion has been successful, it is time for you and I to have a private conversation."

"Set down before you fall down, Marcus", your father instructs once inside entering Marcus' chambers.

"Sep-", Marcus starts to speak but your father cuts him short with a hand motion.

"Allow me to speak first. I shall only voice these words once, so listen carefully." Marcus was extremely nervous at what was to come, yet still silently nodded in agreement to your father's request.

"I am sure that my daughter has informed you of my knowledge regarding your relationship with her", you father remark, causing Marcus to visibly squirm in his seat. "No need to be so anxious...", your father chuckles at noticing.

Marcus flashes him a meek smile, "forgive me... this was not how I wanted this conversation to take place."

Arching a brow at him; your father tilts his head, "with me catching you sneaking out of daughter's chambers? I shall get to that soon enough. This part of the conversation is being spoken as the emperor and her commander." Sitting up straighter at his word; Marucs nods in understanding.

"I have told Valeria, that I am accepting of your relationship", your father explains, "all I ask, is five years of military serves from her. I need the both of you by my side now more than ever. There has been news that a few more are laying claim to the empire, civil war is imminent, and Valeria is our biggest advantage in it."

Displeased by the thought of you deep in the midst of all this, Marcus frown at his words.

"I know that her being a warrior puts you at unease...", your father sighs, finally taking a seat himself. "This is a secret that only my late wife and I know of, but I will divulge it to you as it involves my daughter, and I know you will guide this information with your life. If it were to ever fall into the wrong hands, my daughter would be paraded around the Colosseum as a monstrosity for entertainment. "

"I give you my word", Marcus nods.

"Good", your father faintly smiles at Marcus dedication toward you. "My late wife and I tried for many years to have children before Valeria was born", your father begins to explain. "We prayed to any and all of the Gods to grant us a child and when we were on the verge of giving up; our prayers were finally answered." Tears prickled your father's eyes as thought back to time and the struggles they had gone through to have you. "Valeria was godsent", he remarks, thinking back to the visit both your mother and he had, "literally so too. My late wife and I both were visited by the divine goddess Minerva herself. The goddess granted Valeria unto us; she prophesied what our child would be cable of and in return, we had to vow to nurture the child's abilities and never hinder it."

Marcus sat in silent astonishment; eyes blown wide and mouth slightly ajar at hearing the tale. As unbelievable as this entire tale sounded, it also made perfect sense as to explain your abilities as a mere mortal woman.

"That was my exact reaction when she was born...", your father chuckles at Marcus's reaction. "How could I train this tiny, tender creature to be a hardened warrior? That was my first thoughts. What kind of a father trains his daughter to defend the empire? Yet I had no other choice...", he shrugs. "Not if I wanted my entire bloodline to be eradicated."

Marcus frowns, "meaning?", confused by the last part.

"It was part of the oath we made to the goddess", your father comments. "If we hindered Valeria's potential as a warrior or interfered in her life any way or form; my entire bloodline would be abolished."

"That explains it all then...", was all Marcus manages to utter, completely mind blown.

"Why else would I allow this path for my daughter", your father responds. "And now I need her more than ever and so does Rome."

"I understand", Marcus comments and your father sighs in relief.

"I had hoped you would. Once I have secured the empire; your engagement shall be announced as to avoid any scandal surrounding your relationship."

Marcus' eyes light up at your father's words; hastily scrambling up to kiss his hand in gratitude. "You honor me, Imperator."

"Now it is time for the father in me to talk", your father smirks. Marcus sits back down, confidently prepared for what was to come next.

"I am confident that all we spoke of here, shall remain only amongst us two", your father states matter-of-factly.

Marcus places a fisted right hand over his chest, "I swear upon my life."

"Good...", your father flashes him toothy grin, "and if you hurt my daughter in any way or form; I'll kill you myself." 

Part VIII

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Don't Go Out (Joel Miller)

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Warning: fluffy feelings and angst.

Summary: Based off the same storyline as Put a Spell On Me & Mistletoe. With the New Years party around the corner; just as things between Joel and you seem to be on the right path, a few obstacles get thrown in the way. Inspired by - Tanya Tucker, ft. T Graham Brown's - Don't Go out.

To say things between Joel and you were a bit awkward after the Christmas party was putting it lightly, that kiss under the mistletoe had pushed everything off-kilter and you weren't sure whether it was a good or bad thing. There were moments when he would be nicer to you than he ever had been before and then there were moments when mean ol' Joel Miller would rear his head back up and bite you. It was a hot and cold game between you and Joel, and you weren't sure if you had the energy for it, especially not when you had competition.

Esme was what you would call the town's local whore. Now you knew you shouldn't be saying such things about a fellow female, but what else did you call someone that's been through most of the population of Jackson's single men and according to rumors, a few married ones too. Men were powerless against her seductive charms, and the minute they caved; the woman would already have her next victim in sights. She had been too busy at the time of Joel's arrival to pay much attention to him, allowing him to fly under her radar until now.

"So, y'all excited for the New Year's Eve dance?", Tommy excitedly plops himself down at the breakfast table accompanied by Maria, Ellie, Joel and you. Yes, as hard as if seems to be believable; Joel and you could actually have a civilized meal together these days.

"We were just discussing last minute arrangements", an amused Maria responds, referring to you.

"What usually happens at this dance?", an interested Ellie piped up and turn to give your attention.

"Well, there's food, drinks and lots of celebrating."

"Music and dancing as well", Maria enthusiastically adds.

"Sounds fun", Ellie remarks.

"It is...", Tommy puts in his two cents in, taking Maria's hand and bringing to his lips. "And at midnight, I get to ring in the new year with a kiss from my Lady Love."

"Say what now...?", Ellie's face scrunches in disgusted confusion, causing to chuckle at her and explain it all.

"It's an old New Years tradition. It brings good luck and happiness to a relationship for the year if you share a kiss with a lover or potential one."

"That's quite fuckin' romantic...", Ellie remarks deep in thought at your words.

"It is...", you hum in agreement, piquing her interest then.

"You ever had your 'romantic' New Years moment?"

"Unfortunately, no", you dishearteningly respond. Ellie gives you a sympathetic look, an idea suddenly coming to mind then.

"Well, maybe your luck will change this year", she remarks, looking toward Joel with a broad smirk. "Whaddya think Joel?", causing you to go all bug-eyed at two.

Joel's snaps a narrowed gaze at her, "the hell it has to do with me." Your heart instantly drops to your stomach at his words.

"What were you expecting... he was Joel Miller after all. Of course, he felt noting towards you."

"Just a question...", Ellie grumbles in disappointment.

"Well, it wasn't a very good one", Joel grunts out, getting up from his seat then. "If y'all excuse me... gotta get started on my day."

"Asshole...", Ellie mutters under her breathe whilst scowling at the back of his retreating figure. Turning back toward you sympathetically, "sorry."

"He's Joel...", you remark, giving her a 'what-did-you-expect' shrug.

"So, you got a date for the party?", Maria enquires as the two of you sat at your regular booth in the Tipsy, waiting on the guys to join.

"Don't need one", you respond, nonchalantly sipping at your drink.

Maria scoffs at your never minded attitude. "C'mon, there has to be someone ya interested in..." You shrug in silent responds, causing Maria to frown at you in disappointment. "How about the new guy; Jeff?", she then offers.

"Oh, God, no...", you snort mid sip, your drink nearly coming back up through your nose from it.

"Why not?", Maria's tilts in confusion, "he's an attractive guy, and y'all seemed to hit it off durin' patrols. Think he might have a soft spot for ya."

"Soft spot...?", you chuckle in response. "More like indigestion, just ask Joel... besides, even if he is attractive, that doesn't mean I'm attracted to him."

"I'll take that as a no then", Maria chuckles and you tilt your glass toward her in agreement. You notice a little twinkle in Maria's eyes as she grins at you then, "speaking of Joel... the two of you seem to be much friendlier these days."

"He got me through a life-or-death situation with the last run and I'm showing my appreciation for it", you shrug, causing Maria to arch her brows.

"And what about what happened at the Christmas party...?

"Oh, my God...", you groan, bury your face in your hands in embarrassment, mumbling into them. "Who told you?"

Maria flashes a shit eating grin, "Tommy...", your head shoots back up at her words.

"Thought it would be Ellie...", you tilt your head deep in thought. "He saw?"

"Oh, he saw...", Maria snickers, "came running to me the minute he could, to tell me; he saw Joel kiss you."

"It was a kiss on the cheek...", you groan out, throwing your head backward in defeat.

"Still, Joel kissed you...!", Maria squeals, shaking your arm like an overexcited teenager and your head drops back forehead.

"Mistletoe."

"Huh?", Maria's face scrunches in confusion.

"He kissed me because there was a mistletoe", you finally explain, "and only because Ellie wouldn't let him off the hook."

Maria blows out a defeated sigh, "still think it counts..."

"Keep telling yourself that...", you chuckle, and she joins in. Your laughter was cut short by the sound of someone clearing their voice.

"Evenin' ladies..."

"Oh, hey Jeff...", Maria grins up at him, sending you a side-eye look. "How can we help ya?"

Flashing her a sheepish smile, "actually, came to speak with Y/N...", he responds, turning toward you.

"Something wrong?", you frown at him.

"No, not at all", he nervously stammers, inhaling deeply and suddenly blurting out, "will you go to New Years party with me?!"

Maria nearly chokes on her spit, and you stare at him in wide-eyed surprise, "Oh... I- um...", Maria softly kicks you under the table, signally with her eyes toward the door. "Can I give you my answer tomorrow...?", you hastily offer Jeff.

"Sure", Jeff grin broadly, thinking he has it in the bag.

Maria smirks at you after he leaves, bouncing her brows suggestively at you. "Indigestion...?"

"Oh, hush you...", you lightly kick her under the table while she softly giggles at your predicament. "They're comin' over, act normal", you instruct with a warning, "and not one word about what just happened..."

"Not another word, Tommy...", Joel warns as they stood in the entrance of the Tipsy.

"Just admit ya like her already...", Tommy presses yet again, causing Joel to softly growl in response.

"Told ya, there was a mistletoe. Now drop it."

"Hey there fellas...", Maria greets the two once they reached the table. Tommy sits next to her, pressing a light kiss to her lips and then greets you. Joel on the other hand, remained standing.

"I'll get the drinks", he finally offers, "ya ladies want a refill? Maria and you both nod and he head toward the bar.

The bar area was crowed when Joel reached it, making him have to wait a bit to be served. "Hey, Joel...", a female voice coos out from behind.

Internally groaning, Joel rolls his eyes in annoyance at the woman forcing her way in beside him. Acknowledging her presence, Joel tunes out whatever she was ranting about while waiting for the drinks.

"So, are we in agreement?", are the only words Joel mangers to catch when his drinks are handed to him.

Thinking she was asking him to repair something in her house yet again and wanting to get away as fast as possible; Joel responds without thinking. "Yeah, sure..."

Wondering what was taking Joel so long, you take a glance in the bar's direction and that when it hit you dead in the face. "Esme..."

Baby, your heart is in serious danger,

Don't go out with her.

She'll lead you on, treat you like a stranger, Don't go out with her.

You need someone like me, Who'll love you endlessly. 

*

Your little group of four sat deep in conversation; Maria and Tommy being the ones leading most of it, Joel gave his occasional grunts of response, whilst you with a tight smile plastered on your face, merely nodded to anything directed at you. Your mind too preoccupied with what that snake had wanted from Joel early.

The conversation and your thoughts were suddenly cut short by said snake slithering her way up to your table. "Hey, Joel... forgot to confirm what time you're coming around to pick me up?"

Joel's face scrunches in confusion, "pardon?"

"The New Years Eve party... silly...", Esme annoyingly giggles. "You agreed to be my partner for the night..."

"What...?!"

Maria's jaw drops, eyes blown wide as she silently looks toward your own state of shock. Tommy sat in silent shock, whilst Joel scowled at Esme in displeasure. "Don't remember agreeing to anything."

"You agreed earlier at the bar...," Esme giggles yet again. "You're probably too shy to admit it in front of others," she remarks, sending you a smug little smirk, "I understand though. Pick me up at seven," she flirtatiously winks at him and walks away.

There was an awkward silence at the table thereafter; Maria and Tommy, both giving you sympathetic looks whilst shooting daggers at Joel at the same time. Yourself and Joel, silently staring down at the table instead. To say you were hurt would be describing it lightly; you were completely shattered and disappointed to find Joel had fallen hook, line and sinker to that snake's charms.

"Would you excuse me...?", you finally speak up, requesting of Joel, to be allowed out from the booth.

"Joel...", Tommy hisses out for him to go after you.

Not paying much attention to your surroundings; you accidently bump into someone. "Hey, you ok?", a concerned Jeff steadies you by gripping your shoulders.

"I'm fine", you flash him a tight smile.

"You sure...?", he presses once more and that's when you decide to go for it.

"Peachy...", you give a genuine smile then. "About the party... I'd love to go with you."

"That's great!", Jeff excitedly exclaims, offering then, "you mind if I walk you home?"

"Of course, not", you smile in response and hooking your arm into his as you head for the door.

What neither of you noticed; was Joel stood frozen behind you after hearing the entire conversation.

Baby, your headed for a brand-new heartache, Don't go out with him. The fire of midnight burns out at daybreak, Don't go out with him.

*

"Tough luck brother...", Joel is pulled from his stupor by Tommy sympathetically patting his shoulder. Joel doesn't respond, merely continues to stare in the direction you and Jeff had left. "Did ya really ask Esme out to the party?"

"Hell no!", Joel scowl at him.

Tommy face scrunches in confusion, "then why she sayin' ya did?"

"Don't a fuck know. Don't even like her-", it then hits Joel. "Motherfucker..."

"What?", Tommy looks at him concerned. Palming his face, Joel exhales heavily.

"She was blubbering about something at the bar, and I completely tuned her out. Thought she needed some repairs done and that was what I was agreeing to."

"Shit man. That's messed up...", Tommy physically cringes at the dilemma his brother was now in.

"Mighty fine mess, indeed", Joel groans defeatedly and Tommy gives him another sympathetic pat.

"Well, ya better clean it up with ya girl first... before she goes out with that Jeff fellow 'cause of it."

Joel doesn't even correct Tommy when referring to you as his girl, merely uttering in response, "intend to do just that..."

Darling wake up and see, I'm waiting patiently. My love is everything you'll ever need, I'll start by holding your heart close to me.

I know just what she'll do, Her kind is never true.

He can't take care of you like me.

*

It was five minutes after Jeff had dropped you off at your house that there was a loud knock at your door. "Joel...?", you frown at the man laboring hard to catch his breath. "Is there somethin' I can help you with?"

Joel silently grounds his teeth as he stares at the ground to compose the feeling boiling up inside, finally blurting out then, "ya really goin' with that guy to the party?"

"What does it have to do with you?", you stare at him in wide-eyed surprise.

"Just answer my question!", Joel growls out in frustration, causing you to cross your arms and arch a brow at him.

"Ya goin' with Esme. Whoever I go with is of no concern to you."

Joel flinches at your words, exhaling heavily, "listen-", but you cut him off.

"I really don't want to hear anythin' ya have to say Joel. So, goodnight", you immediately shut the door in his face.

Joel remains silently staring at your closed door for a few more seconds, finally sighing out in defeat as he turns to leave. You were leaning against said door as a silent tear ran down your cheek. It was stupid to think that Joel had any feelings for you and now you had to go with someone you didn't even like because you were too embarrassed to go alone when he was taking someone else.

Baby, your heart is in serious danger Don't go out with him. She'll lead you on, and treat you like a stranger Don't go out with him. Baby, your headed for a brand-new heartache. Don't go out with her. Fire of midnight burns out at daybreak. Don't go out with her... 

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Mistletoe (Joel Miller)

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Warning: swearing, near death experience and fluff.

Summary: Based off the same storyline as Put a Spell On Me. After the Halloween party, the dynamic between Joel and you drastically shift during a mall drive for supplies for the upcoming Christmas party and even more so at the party itself. Inspired by - Brett Eldredge & Kelly Clarkson's - Under The Mistletoe.

You stood in the doorway to the town hall, silently admiring the hard work that everyone had put in to make this Christmas a memorable one for all. It was remarkable how a town could come together to bring a bit of joy and fun into a world that was practically dead, and you were proud for the part you had played in helping it be possible. Although you had supplied them yet again with decorations from the mall, all this wouldn't have been possible it wasn't for Joel Miller accompany you yet again to retrieve them. Joel Miller... the man was a complete pain your ass on most occasions but lately somethings had seemed to change. He had become more bearable these days and you weren't quite sure when and how everything had taken a complete 180. Speaking of the devil himself, Joel had been the first person your sights settled onto when scanning the room. You silently smiled when noticing how completely devoted he was to listen to everything Ellie was animatedly pointing out enquiring about, and it made you think back to the last trip to the mall.

Flashback

"Ya sure we're even gonna find anythin'?", Joel grumbles as your group of six neared the mall. "Was lucky last 'cause Halloween was close when shit hit."

"Don't know that much 'bout retail, do ya Miller?", you smirk at Joel, causing him to shoot you a sour look and Tommy to softly snicker. "If ya did, ya would know that stores stock up for these festivities' months in advance. It might not be on display but most definitely will be in the storage rooms."

"Ya heard the lady...", Tommy remarks once you reached the mall entrance, "Our targets are the storage rooms of potential stores, let's move!"

Joel, Tommy and you were paired in the one section of the mall whilst the others took the opposite side, and just like you had predicted, you scored majorly with decorations for the Christmas party.

"What I tell ya, Joel... our girl never disappoints when it comes to these missions", Tommy beams proudly as you made your way toward your horses that were a bit of a distance from the mall.

Joel merely grunts in response, not wanting to admit it out loud and you flash them the toothy grin, causing Joel to shake his head with an eyeroll. Your moment of victory was short live when realizing your shoelace had come undone. "Shit", you mutter stopping and crouching down to retie it.

"Ya ok...?", Tommy calls out when realizing you now some distance behind them.

"Yeah", you call out, gesturing for them go onward, "just a loose shoelace."

Tommy nods in agreement, yet Joel stops for moment; frowning at you in concern but eventually follows his brother to the horses. You just finished securing your shoelace when loud screeching cries rang out from behind you. "Shit!", Joel cures out loudly when seeing the group of five infected coming up from behind you. "Run!!!", he yells out whilst the team began firing to keep them off you.

"Fuck!", you curse out whilst attempting to dodge both bullets and infected.

"Keep running! Don't look back!", Joel urges you whilst fear gripped him at watching you attempt to escape the death trap you were in. "That's it! Ya almost there!", he yells, "focus on gettin' to me!", arms open to urge you further whilst the team fired onto the last two that were still hot on your heels.

It felt like the distance wasn't getting any closer as you ran as fast as possible; arms reaching out as you focused on getting to Joel. Time suddenly speeds up then when you crash heavily into Joel's open arms at the same moment the last infected drops mere meters behind you.

The pounding of both Joel and your hearts rang loudly in your ears as you clung tightly onto him, your eyes shut tightly, and face buried against his chest as you attempt to ground yourself. Your labored breathes finally slow down when Joel pulls your face up to look at him. "Ya ok...? Ya weren't hit?"

You stared wide-eyed up him, completely dumbstruck at the look of genuine concern in his yes. "I-", you find yourself at loss for words for a moment, finally shaking the stupidity off. "Yeah", you respond a bit embarrassed, carefully detaching your arms from around him. "I'm fine. Thank you..."

Gently stroking his glove covered thumb across your cheek, Joel's narrowed gaze remains on your face in suspicious, "sure?"

"Mhmm...", you nod, forcing a smile. "I'm fine." Truth was, you weren't, you were scared shitless over what happen and were beyond grateful to him for guiding to safety.

Joel lets out a heavy sigh of relief, his hands dropping down to shoulders and giving them a gentle comforting squeeze. The two you stood that way for quite some time until Tommy broke the spell by loudly clearing his throat and announcing it was best to leave in case there more infected nearby.

End

Snapping out from the daze you were in; you realize that the two had notice your arrival when Ellie excitedly called you over. Flashing her a broad smile, you wave in return as you begin walking towards them, at the same time that Ellie was making her way toward you. You were so focused on how pretty and happy Ellie looked that you never noticed Joel trailing behind her, not till your gaze shifted to land on his somewhat happy looking face.

Every time I look around this room My eyes, they tend to fall on you And I confess Nothing but you makes sense Memories fill my heart And I can barely keep my tears from fallin' Oh, I want your love Do you ever think of us

Is it too late, too late To open up I'm dyin' to say Oh, how I love you You're walkin' towards me now (What am I gonna say?)

*

You were dumbstruck by how cute he seemed, which was something you would never have paired with Joel Miller. It wasn't that you never felt attracted to the man, you had to be blind not to... It was just, Joel and you never saw eye-to-eye from the very start and for that reason you chose to keep your feelings hidden all this time. That and the fact of him pissing you off each time when he verbally or silently judged everything you either did or said. Most times you couldn't fault him for it though, you sometimes did things just to get a rise out of him. You couldn't be faulted for doing it either, watching that old man blowing his top in annoyance at you was both hilarious and hot. Would you ever admit that out loud...? Hell no! But something changed though; ever since Halloween, the dynamic between Joel and you had shifted. He seemed a bit friendlier, even complimented your costume at the party and that caught you completely off-guard to point that you were actually speechless. Let's not forget the last mall visit, that too had been added to your dilemma. And now here you were, confused about your feelings for Joel Miller, and even more so over his towards you.

Oh, everything I try To keep you from gettin' inside Works until I see your face I linger, hopin' you might stay Wrapped up in your arms Is where I wanna spend my nights So hard, how much I want you Do you think of us? How I want your love

Is it too late, too late To let you know I can't quite escape How much I need you You're walkin' towards me now (What am I gonna say?)

*

"You ok?", Ellie enquires once they reached you, snapping you out of your stupid state after you had abruptly stopped in the middle of the room.

"Huh?", you turn to look at her but not before noticing the little smirk of Joel's.

"You just stopped dead in your tracks", Ellie explains, confused yet a bit curious. "What happened?"

"I- ahem-", you found yourself stuttering over your words, finally smiling when an idea hits, "brain glitch!"

"Whaat...?", Ellie stares at you open-mouthed and to your surprise; Joel softly snickers in response.

You shoot him a side-eyed smirk, turning back to Ellie then, "you're looking pretty this evening..."

"Thank you...", Ellie shyly responds, a mischievous smirk appearing soon after. "So do you. Joel. Doesn't she look pretty...?", Ellie elbows him in the side when he doesn't immediately respond.

"Ow!", Joel grunts, shooting daggers at her as he rubs at the spot.

"Tell her, she looks pretty", Ellie grits out while sending him signals with her eyes.

Joel shoots her one last scowl before turning toward you, mumbling out, "you look pretty."

"Thanks", you stare at him bug-eyed, "so do you I guess..."

Ellie bursts out laughing at your response, causing both Joel and you to do the same. The laughing soon dies down as all three of you attempt to catch your breaths and that's when Ellie notices something. "Er... guys..."

"What's wrong?", Joel and you both stare at her concerned.

Ellie shoots you both a shit-eating grin as she points out, "look up..."

You both frown at her in confusion, silently looking upward then and that's when you see it, a fucking mistletoe.

Push my pride aside When I close my eyes It's just you and I Here under the mistletoe Magic fills the air Standin' over there Santa hear my prayer Here under the mistletoe

*

Your eyes widen like saucers when you see the mistletoe hanging above the three of you, Joel's reaction was more or less the same. "Well, I ain't fuckin' kissin' any of you...", Ellie finally breaks the awkwardness with the biggest toothy grin you've seen. "Go on you two...", she urges victoriously, "make with the kissy kissy..."

You rapidly blink at her in annoyance, finally shyly looking toward Joel then and that's when you notice him blushing. "Joel Miller? The grumpy, pain in your ass, was blushing? Was actually blushing at having to kiss you?" Seemed like there was a first for everything even long after the world had gone to shit.

"I-", you find yourself lost at words for a second, taking a deep breath then. "It's not necessary... a hand-", you're cut off mid-sentence when a determined looking Joel takes a step closer toward you. You didn't think your eyes could go any wider, but you were dead wrong as you held your breath when Joel slowly tips down towards your face; his eyes filled with silent amusement as he gently places a kiss onto your cheek, mere inches from your lips.

Ellie softly snickers at your open mouth reaction to it, whilst Joel stepped back with a smug smirk. "Did Joel 'fucking' Miller just kiss me?!", you continued to stand open-mouthed for some time, finally nervously clearing your throat to say something but it's interrupted when Tommy suddenly calls out for Joel's assistance with something.

"Excuse me ladies...", Joel flashes a toothy grin, nodding at you as makes his leave. "See ya around."

"I- ahem. Sure", you manage to shyly utter out as he walked away. Once he was out of earshot, you toward Ellie with an arched brow, "don't think, I don't know what you're up to young lady..."

"I don't know what you mean...", Ellie innocently smiles at you.

"Uh-huh...", your gaze narrows at her suspiciously as she continued to play innocent. Scrunching your nose at her, your gaze then lands on someone else in the room, a mischievously grin at her. "Oh look! Dina is here. Maybe I should call her over and return the favor...?"

"Don't you dare!", Ellie launches forward to place her hand over your mouth. You were laughing hysterically against her palm at her reaction when finally, she lets' go, defeated. "Ok, fine... I'm sorry."

Pulling her in for a hug, you smirk down at her as you place quick kiss to her forehead, "you're forgiven." Ellie lights up at your words as she returns the hug. "You're still a butthead though...", you remark, giving her a nose boop.

"But you still love me anyway...", she grins at you.

"Yeah, yeah...", you teasingly roll your eyes, "now, go and join your friends before I change my mind."

Silently watching Ellie, walk away; your thoughts wonder back to what had just occurred. Joel Miller had kissed you. Were you shocked by it? Yes. Did you like it? Yes. Were you confused more as hell now? Yes. Did you want this to lead towards something more? Yes. Were you possibly falling for him? Yes. Were you hoping he felt the same way? Yes.

All these thoughts were making your spin, but you knew you had to push it aside for the time being as the town Christmas party was not the right place or time to sort out your thoughts and feelings. Letting out a heavy sigh, your gaze moves upward again at the culprit that was to blame for all of this. "No fuckin' way I'm standing under this thing for longer!", hastily hightailing it before some else gets any ideas.

All I want, hey, yeah (all I really, really ever want) All I want, hey, hey, yeah (all I really, really ever want) All I want, hey, yeah (all I really, really ever want) Is under the mistletoe

Push my pride aside, aside, aside It's just you and I (it's just you and I) All I want (I'm pushin' my pride aside, aside, aside) All I want (baby, it's just you and I) Is you (oh, it's only you) Is you, oh... 

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Worth Dying For (Dave York)

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Warning: mention of death, mention of murder, mention of attempted murder, swearing, fluff and smut

Summary: Final part of Isn't My Affair Anymore. In the wake of everything that has happened, you finally find out the truth. Or everything comes full circle when you get an unexpected visitor.  Inspired by - Within Temptation's - Worth Dying For.

A/N: This is quite a long chapter as a ton of unfinished business needed to be settled in detail, as well as explanations for the outcome of it all needed to be detailed. With a bit of twist at the near end.

It's been eight months since you went into hiding after Susan's memorial, eight months since you quietly resigned from the DIA, eight months since the deaths of your fellow teammates and former lover. The news had come as a shock to you when checking your emails through trace-proof encryption program you had designed years back. Dave had laughed about it back then. Teasing you for being too 'paranoid' for the line of work you did, if only he had known then how handy it would've been for him now, then he wouldn't have laughed at all.

The email had been sent by your former boss, there wasn't much detail. It just stated that Dave, along with three of his former CIA teammates had been killed at some small seaside town in what looked to be a covert operation gone wrong. Ari, Kovac and Resnik's bodies were found scattered around the town after the hurricane had passed. Dave's was another story, there had been evidence of a fight on top of the town watchtower, his jacket and shoes had washed up on a nearby shore a few days later; suggesting that he had most likely taken a dive off said watchtower. After weeks of searching and coming up empty handed, the case had been closed, and Dave was declared deceased. Authorities had hoped to one day find him, yet till this day Dave's body hadn't surfaced. Knowing that this entire situation most likely stemmed from Susan's death, you made the ultimate decision to completely disappear before whomever killed your teammates came after you and that was how you ended up in Austin, Texas and under a new alias, even going as far to dye your hair a different color and wearing glasses. So far it had worked to your advantage and no trouble had come your way, you were safe, or so you thought.

I've been trying to remember the dreamer I gave up on so many times I've been trying to fit in the pieces In the depths of my mind

I've carried the crosses, too many to deal with I know the daunting truth and its cries Carry the losses, always surrounds me Keeping their memory forever alive

*

It was late the evening when you pulled up into the driveway of your home; the day had stretched longer than usual as it was stocktaking day at the cute little coffee shop you had come to own, and you were utterly exhausted by it all. It's not that you hated it, it was quite the opposite, you weren't even needed most of the time at the shop; the freedom of being smart by 'investing' all the money acquired through your previous side job had paid out when you had to build a new life for yourself and for that you were thankful.

Stepping out the car with a pizza box and your bag in hand, you lock up and head for your front door. Turning on the lights once you entered, you instantly sense that something wasn't quite right as you silently scanned the living-room area. Not wanting to let on that you knew what it was, you head toward the kitchen with both the pizza and your bag. Your back was toward the doorway as you slowly placed the pizza box on the counter and you bag on top of it, sensing a presence behind you; you swiftly turn around, the gun that was a constant in your bag instantly drawn onto the intruder.

"Careful with that now, Killer..."

"Dave?!", you stare in utter shock at the man in front of you, the arm holding the gun dropping to your side. "But you're dead...?"

"Back from the dead, I guess...", Dave flashes you a cocky smile as he makes to step toward you, but you instinctively raise the gun back onto him.

"I'm not here to kill you...", he calmly speaks as if talking to a frightened animal, both hands raise in surrender.

Silently contemplating his words and sensing the sincerity in his demeanor; you finally take note of the bad shape he was in. "What the fuck happened to your eye?", was your only response, causing him to drop his head with a soft chuckle.

Raising his head slightly, Dave shoots you a hooded glance through his one remaining eye. "Thought I'd change profession and become a pirate..."

You stared at him dumbstruck for quite some time, finally bursting out in loud laughter as you lowered the gun in your hand. Tears started streaming down your cheeks then and Dave takes it as sign to move nearer. "I thought you were dead-", you tearfully whimper out.

Taking the gun from your hand and placing it on the counter, Dave gently takes you in his arms. "I know, Sweetheart... I know", he softly soothes you in his arms.

"I thought I lost you- forever-", you continue to sob as you clung tightly onto him.

"I know... but you didn't...", Dave reassures as he continued to gently rub your back. "I came back. I came back to you..."

"How?", you ask, pulling away slightly to stare up at his still slightly bruise face and remaining eye.

Closing his eye with a heavy sigh, Dave gently rests his forehead against your own. "It's a long story..."

"Well, we've got all the time in the world... you're dead and I don't exist anymore", you remark, causing Dave to snicker at your sarcastic retort.

Opening his eye, Dave smiles in response, "I'll tell you all about it while we eat", pointing toward the pizza you brought.

When it's worth dying for Yeah, you would give up all 'Cause in the end, now you finally see It sets you free When nothing else matters It is worth dying for

*

Quite a bit of time had passed while Dave and you silently sat at the kitchen island eating, exhaling heavily as he braced himself; Dave finally speaks up. "We were careless..."

Turning in your seat and cocking your head to the side, you silently stare at him to continue. "It all started with Brussels job", Dave states; his heading dropping in shame, knowing that it was his stubbornness that had caused everything to go to shit. "We didn't know that the mark was a DIA informant, you already knew that of course...", letting out a dry chuckle, a pained look crosses Dave's face then. "If I hadn't alienated you, then we would have known and wouldn't have taken the job. And Susan...", he pauses for a second. "Susan would still be alive."

"Why did you kill her?", was your only response to his words.

"She was gonna figure it out...", Dave utters out, rubbing at his stubbled chin with a grimace. "Hired some local thugs to make it look like a burglary gone wrong, but the shitheads didn't do the job properly."

"So, you had to finish it yourself..."

"And it's exactly for that reason that I got caught-", Dave lets out a psychotic snicker, swiping his index finger under his nose and crossing his arms over his chested with an eye-rolling shrug. "That, and trying to kill him of course..."

"Him?", you frown at Dave's remark in confusion.

"McCall-", Dave grunts out as if the name left a bad taste in his mouth.

"McCall...?", your nose scrunches as you frown in deep confusion. "As in your old team leader? But I thought he died in an explosion during your last mission?"

"The son-of-a-bitch faked it-", Dave chuckles, tiredly rubbing the heel of his palm into his good eye. "Susan knew...", he softly utters.

"What...?", you ask, not having heard him properly the first time.

"That fuck bitching knew!", Dave growls out, slamming his hand onto the counter. "Susan knew McCall hadn't died that day and she hid it from me. She fucking hid it from me!"

"Maybe she had her reasons-"

"You don't get it!", Dave grabs hold of your shoulders, a crazed look in his eye as he tightly gripped onto them. "I- I mourned for him...", you watched as a single tear slipped from his eye and slowly ran down his cheek. "He was one of my closest friends and I helplessly watched as an entire building came down onto him." You were about to say something comforting, but he cuts you off. "Was a waste of fucking time, wasn't it?!", Dave lets go of your shoulders with a sarcastic chuckle, throwing his hands up in defeat. "Motherfucker was alive all this time. And Susan...", he grins, angrily pointing in front of himself as if she was there, "I was the biggest fool to her. She watched me mourn for my friend, saw how lost I was when the team was dismantled, how I struggled to adapt to normal life after."

"Was a bit of a bitch move", you remark in agreement.

"Well, she did get me the job in the DIA", Dave shrugs, placing a fisted hand over his mouth, eye glazed over deep in thought as he stared into the open void of the kitchen. Slowly reaching out to place a comforting hand onto him, you almost fell out of you seat when he suddenly bursts into a loud laugh. "If I had known McCall was alive, then I would've never killed Susan the way I did", Dave states, tapping his index finger against his temple in a thinking gesture, "because if there was only one person... one person that would figure it all out, it would be McCall."

Curious as to how Dave got caught out, you enquire, "how did he find out?"

"Retrieved my number on the phone he took off from the hitman I hired to kill him", Dave mutter under his breath.

"What?!", you stare in wide-eyed disbelief. "You can't tell me you were that stupid to use your personal phone? Ever hear of a burner phone, dumbass?"

"I know, I know...", Dave grumbles, feeling like a child being lecture by his mother.

"Is that how all this happened...?", you enquire, referring to his injured state with a wave of a hand, "how Resnik and the others died?"

"After he threatened to kill us all outside my house, we made the decision to go after him first before he could get to us", Dave explains. "McCall knew we were coming for him, so he went back to the old town he used to live in before his wife's death. We naturally went of course", Dave shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest as he learns backward to be more comfortable. "We had the numbers advantage, and the place had been evacuated due to the storm, it wasn't enough though...", biting into his lower lip whilst shaking his head, Dave softly snickers, "it was his home turf, which was our major disadvantage. Son-of-a-bitch took them each out, one at a time."

"And you ended up like this...?", you gesture to his face.

"We fought on top the watchtower", Dave nods, gritting out through clenched teeth then, "bastard gouged out my eye, slashed be in the back of the neck and then tossed me over the damn tower to die below." Not knowing how to process it all, you silently stared all bug-eyed at his word as Dave lets out a soft chuckle. "Not sure how the fuck I'm still alive... Doctors said, it was nothing short of a miracle. If he had cut just a few inches deeper; it would have severed the spinal collum, the head injury from the fall was pretty severe too."

After everything had sank in, you finally speak up. "What if he comes back to finish you off?"

"He won't", Dave assures you.

You scoff, chuckling in disbelief, "how can you be so sure about that?"

"Because, as far as everyone believes, including McCall; Dave York is dead", he nonchalantly remarks.

"Alright then...", you snort in response, throwing your hand in the air for him to humour you. "If Dave York is dead, then who are you?"

Flashing a dimpled smile and with a twinkle in his eye, he reaches out his hand for you to take. "Joel Miller, pleased to meet you..."

When it's worth dying for

Waking up to the truth, been denying All the threats to our paradise But I know I can't run, I can't hide from The wheel of time

I've carried the crosses, too many to deal with I know the daunting truth and its cries Carry the losses, always surrounds me Keeping their memory forever alive

*

You had just taken the roast out from the oven when noticing the time, "Sarah! It's almost dinner time. Grab your sister and wash up!", you yelled out from the foot of the stair.

"K, mom!", your twelve-year-old daughter yelled back from her bedroom, causing to smile when hearing your five-year-old loudly announcing it was almost 'daddy time'. Ever since she was a toddler and had realized that dinner time was also the time her dad arrived home from work, it had been ceremoniously renamed as 'daddy time'.

And right on cue as every evening for the past thirteen years; just as soon as you finished setting the dinner table, the sound of your husband's truck pulling into the driveway was heard.

"Darlin' we're home!", your husband announces, entering the house which was greeted by the loud screech of your youngest daughter rushing down the stairs to meet her father.

"Daddy!"

"Whoa there...", your husband chuckles out as he caught her mid-air as she launched herself at him as usually. "You're getting heavier-", he faked groaned whilst bouncing her up and down in his arms.

"Bullshit!", both you and your husband gasped in utter shock at her response, whilst your other daughter and the third 'adult' present giggled.

Leaning closer to you, your husband whispered, "where the hell did, she learn that from?". Still shocked by it, you shrugged, silently mouthing, "I don't know...". With a stern look on his face, your husband turns attention back to the little girl in his arm, "Ellie, sweetheart, where did you learn that word?".

Before she could answer, the second male in room awkwardly clears his throat, "might be my bad... sorry guys."

"Tommy...!", you all shot him disapproving glares.

Tommy flashes you all a guilty grin as he innocently scratched the back of his head. "Remember the last football match we watched?". Your husband silently nods, the scowl on his face instantly turning to one of realization then. "I might... have let it slip out when Ellie was in the living-room with us...".

"We thought she didn't hear it...", your husband groans out, burying his face into your daughter chest in shame.

"It's k, daddy...", Ellie offers sympathetically as she lifted her father's face up to comfort him.

"How can I be mad at that face...?", your husband coos, instantly caving at her adorableness.

"You don't have to...", you agree matter-of-factly, shooting the actual culprit a glare. "The person we should be mad at is, Uncle Tommy."

"Aw, c'mon now...", Tommy cries out, "said I was sorry..."

"You two...", you point toward Tommy and your husband, "sort this out. Sarah, help me with getting the dishes from the kitchen, please baby?"

"Sure thing, mom!", she eagerly agrees, not wanting to be part of having to help explain to her little sister that what she had repeated was a 'bad' word.

"Joel said you were making your famous coffee cake for dessert?", Tommy calls out excitedly.

"No dessert for you, potty-mouth!", you call out in response, causing everyone else to chuckle out loudly at his agonizing cry of response.

Dinner had been a filling success as always and everyone was eagerly waiting as you passed around slices of the coffee cake you had made for dessert. You made sure to torture Tommy by giving everyone else their plates before him, finally cutting a much larger slice and placing in in front of him. "Thanks, Sis!", Tommy beamed at you with a boyish grin.

Scrunching your nose for a second, you finally smile in response as you ruffled the air of unofficially adopted brother-in-law. Tommy had come into your lives around about the time you were expecting Sarah, your guys had decided to do renovations on the house. The owner of the contracting company was horrible to his workers, Tommy being one of them, and later an argument had broken out between the two when Tommy had discovered the bastard had purchased lower grade materials to scam you of money. Joel had quickly put a stop to it, firing the contractor and deciding to do it himself, "Already doing carpentry for a hobby to keep busy", referring to his decision to craft Sarah's baby cradle himself, "can't be any harder than that?". Tommy offered to help him free of charge for the inconvenience, "The least I can for that asshole ripping you guys off."

"You sure?", Joel stared at him skeptical. "Don't want you getting into trouble with your boss..."

"Nah, fuck him!", was Tommy response. "Besides, I quiet. Never gonna be able to face my parents in heaven one day if I continued to help that asshole rip people off."

"Ok", Joel, with a stern look on his nodded. "Still going to pay you though, especially now that you're out of a job."

"Deal", Tommy agreed, flashing that boyish grin of his, remarking then. "You could always pay me with that delicious coffee cake your wife makes, even?"

"She actually made it today..., let's go grab some and we can discuss business", Joel chuckled, gesturing for Tommy to follow him.

The close friendship between your husband and Tommy began at that moment and the two were inseparable to the point that people who didn't know the two well, believed them to be actual blood related. That and that two resembled each other so closely in looks that it wasn't a far-reach to believe them to be brothers, that and the fact that Tommy had the exact last name as your husband's new alias. You had once asked your husband, what made him open-up to Tommy so easily and his response was; just felt a close brotherly connection with the latter, or maybe it was because both had served in the military once and that was what had strengthened it most. Not only that, but after putting the dangers of his pass life to rest, he felt more comfortable to having close connection with people. And since that day, Tommy become unofficial member of your little family.

The renovations were absolute success and in record time, the neighbors and other admirers had enquired about it, as they were interested in having renovations done of their own and it wasn't thereafter that your husband came up with a brilliant idea. Bring the topic up with Tommy one evening after dinner. "How'd you like to go into starting our own construction business?"

"Serious?!", Tommy stared at him with wide hopeful eyes.

"Miller Brothers Construction. What do you say?", Joel nodded with a toothy grin.

"I'd say, fuck yeah, Brother!", Tommy cried out loudly, grabbing your husband in celebratorily hug.

"Alright, alright... enough of that shit now. It's dinner time, we better wash up before we get yelled at for being late", Joel chuckled, patting him on the back and playfully pushing him off. The rest of after that was history; Tommy became the brother your husband never had and that was how the Miller family of now five was formed.

Tommy had left about an hour ago and the kids had been put to bed, you busy doing your nightly facial routine when Joel stepped out the shower. Joel... evening thirteen years later and you still had to catch yourself before accidentally calling him by his real name when in public, the same was said for him with calling yours as well. It was for that reason that you both had agreed to only call each other by terms of endearments instead when in the company of others.

"What's going on inside that pretty head of yours?", Joel remarks, wrapping a towel around his waist and stepping up behind you.

You smile as Joel wraps his arms around you and rests his chin on your shoulder, the two of you staring at one another in the mirror; silently studying the physical changes in you both. The two of you, worlds apart now from the people you had been more than a decade ago. You had gone back to your natural hair color whilst expecting Sarah, although it was a bit lighter now as the signs of it beginning to grey had set in, the glasses had become a standard has you aged and needed them for real, the weight gain from having Ellie hadn't completely gone away and there were a few wrinkles beginning to set in as well, all that was to be expected with aging. He on the other hand had change significantly far more; he had broadened out a bit due to manual labor, his middle having expanded a bit more with him no longer doing his morning runs, to what Sarah referred to as a 'dad bod'. His now streaked with grey and less tamed, but the biggest change to him was the salt and pepper patchy beard he was now sporting, a completely different man to the once Dave York.

Turning around in his arms; you reach up to cup his cheek, the pad of your thumb gently tracing the faint scarring around the socket of the eye he had lost. Unless they went purposely look for it, no one could really tell that the eye was a prosthetic. Covering up the missing eye had been the first thing you had done to ensure that his new identity was foolproof, as that would have been the first dead giveaway if McCall should ever suspect him to still be alive.

Gaze dropping as it follows your hand down to rest on his bare chest, you finally speak. "Do you miss it?"

Frowning in confusion for second, Joel gently hooks a finger under your chin to direct your eyes back toward his own. "Do I miss being Dave York?"

Too afraid that your voice would betray your inner turmoil, you silently nod instead. After a few silent seconds, Joel lets out a heavy exhale.

"Honestly, the girls are the only part of that life I miss", he confesses, referring to his two older daughters with a look of sadness on his face.

Tears prickled at your eyes in sympathy for the loss you knew he battled with each day. "I'm so sorry...", you utter, reaching up to cup his cheek.

"It's not your fault...", Joel's lips stretch into a faint smile as he presses a reassuring kiss into your palm. "I shouldn't have taken the job without clearing it through you. If anyone was at fault... then it was me."

Not entirely convinced, you only silently nod in response instead. "Hey...", Joel reaches both hands up to direct your eyes back to his. "It's the truth. Even though I was no longer there for them, they grew up to be remarkable young women."

"They have, yes", you smile.

"And even though it's from afar, I got to witness it thanks to you", Joel remarks smiling, referring to the yearly Christmas gift you had given for years. You had been keeping tabs on the girls for years now, gathering any and all information and pictures and presenting it to him when alone.

"It's least I could do for you", you shrug, causing Joel to frown at you downplaying it.

"You've done so much for me", Joel corrects you, pulling you closer against him. "You gave me a second chance, a new life, two beautiful daughters and made sure my other two were taken care of..." Joel rests both hands on your waist as lovingly stares down at you, "I will never be able to repay you enough for all you did for me."

"I could think of a few ways...", you mischievously smirk, wrapping your arms around his neck to play with the hair at the back of his head.

When it's worth dying for Yeah, you would give up all 'Cause in the end, now you finally see It sets you free When nothing else matters It is worth dying for

*

The two of you were lying in bed after making love, your head rested on Joel's chest as lazily drew circles across your back with his fingertips. It was during this moment of tranquility that you thought back to that day and what transpired after Dave introduced his new alias to you.

Flashback

"I have one last question for you..."

Dave nods in agreement, "go ahead."

"After that night you left... were you-", you pause for a second to compose yourself out of fear what his answer would be. "Were you planning on killing me?"

Dave's head drops with a faint smirk at your words, "Resnik asked me that same question." Your heart clenched in mourning at mention of your dear friend. Finally raising his head back up and responding with the sincerest tone ever, "no. I never planned to kill you, and I never would."

Caught off-guard by his confession, with narrowed eyes; your head tilts as you stare at him confused. "Why not?"

His remaining eye crinkles in a tight smile as he reaches out to gently cup your cheek, "because I love you... I could never be able to you, because I love you."

Momentarily shocked by his words, finally speaking up then, "why ghost me then?"

Biting into his lower lip with a pained look crosses his face; Dave silently nods his head for some time before finally speaking. "It was deliberate, but it wasn't to be permanent..."

"Meaning?", you frown at a complete loss at where he was going with his words.

"If you want me to get to the point, can you please stop interrupting...", Dave drawls.

You raise your hands up in surrender, "point taken...", motioning toward him then, "please continue..."

Dave snorts in response, a smirk on his lips as shakes his head in disbelief at you. "Thank you." Composing himself to a much serious look, he then explains it all. "When you informed me, you were going on a date, I almost lost it."

"Why?", you blurt out in confusion.

Dave glares at you, "you're interrupting again."

You flash him a guilty grin, "my bad...", straightening your posture in attempt to be more serious.

Dave softly chuckles at your goofiness, "you, being a professional killer, yet still managing to be this carefree, is one of the reasons I fell in love with you..."

Catching yourself from going all mushy at his words, you fix your face into a serious scowl, "no distractions...", you point a finger at Dave in warning and he flashes you dimpled smirk.

"Right", he nods, features composed again as he continued, "I almost lost it, because you're mine." Rolling your eyes at his statement, you're caught off-guard when he suddenly pounces forward to grasp hold of your hair. "Don't you roll your eyes at me...", Dave hisses in your face, giving your hair a light tug as he glared down at you through his only remaining eye. "You-belong-to-me-", he grits out, gripping out of your chin with his other hand to hold your gaze onto him.

"Is that so...?", you taunt him with shit-eating grin.

Letting out a deep growl, Dave pulls your face closer to his own, "yes. I'm the only one that gets to fuck you."

Your head tilts with a broad smirk, "sure about that?"

A scowl crosses Dave's face at your words, "have you fucked anyone else?" Silently bobbing your head side to side, your only response is a smirk. "Answer me!", he snaps, tugging a bit harder at your hair.

"You're so gullible...", you finally snicker.

Dave's eyes narrow in realization, "you're messing with me, aren't you?" Not being able to halt your snickering, you merely nod in response. "Good", a smirk spreads across Dave's lips as he nuzzles his nose against your own. "Only my cum gets to drip out of that sweet pussy of yours...", a deep growl emits from deep within his chest as he captures your lips in a scorching kiss.

"Dave, your injuries...", you break away from the kiss in concern.

"Practically healed", he remarks neverminded as he pulled you back into the kiss. As the kiss became more heated, you both stood up without breaking apart as you hastily tore at each other's clothes. "Fuck- don't think I can wait any longer to be inside you...", Dave confesses after feeling how wet you were.

"Then don't...", you uttered against his throat whilst nuzzling into it. Letting out a growl of approval, Dave hastily spun you around to bend over the counter.

"I'll make it up to you later...", Dave huskily breathes against your neck as he lined himself up at your entrance, burying himself to the hilt with one hard snap of his hips.

"Dave-", you whine out at the burning stretch, face buried in your arms resting on the counter.

"I know baby-", Dave groans into your neck as he pulls you flashed against him, one hand grips around your throat whilst the other palmed at your breast as he hips began to move. "Missed this pussy-", he grunts out, emphasizing with a harsh thrust, "can feel nobody else had it-, not with how tightly its chocking my cock-"

"Fuck- Dave-", you manage to whimper, eyes closed in pleasure and head resting backward against his shoulder as you took each slam of his pelvis into you.

The room echoed with sounds of skin slapping against each other, as well as soft whimpers and harsh grunts as Dave pounded in and out of you relentlessly. "Fuckin' love this pussy-", Dave grunts, the hand at your throat moving upward to tightly grip at your hair to give him better access to bite and such at your neck. "Never gonna stop fucking it-", he growls, picking up the pace when sensing your nearing climax.

"Dave-", you manage to cry out, "I'm gonna- fuck. I'm gonna cum-"

"Let go for me baby-", Dave groans out in approval, the hand on your breast moves down to vigorously rub at your clit. "Never leavin' this pussy again-", he grunts, continuing to hammer into you. Your climax hits you like a freight train then at Dave's claim as your walls clench tightly around him. "Fuck- fuck- fuck-", Dave grunts at how tightly you were squeezing him as he continues fucking you to reach his own release. Tightening his grip around you and with one final hard thrust; Dave empties himself into you with a loud growl, "fuckin' love you!"

You instantly stiffen at his words, Dave noticing this; gently detaches from your body as he silently takes a step back to wait for your response. His soft pants sounding louder than possible to you as you struggled to compose your own breathing, finally having built up the courage; you turned around. "What did you just say?"

Rather noticing the look of surprise on your face, instead of rejection; Dave stepped closer with a heavy sigh of relief. Reaching up to cup your cheek, he lovingly smiled at you, "I love you."

Tears threatening to spill from your eyes as you frowned at him, "then why did you leave without saying anything?"

Dave's guilt ate at him when seeing how what he had done had affected you. "We should get dressed and then I'll tell you the truth about everything", he tenderly suggests.

Settling in the living-room, you anxiously wait for Dave to speak while his face was buried in his hands for some time. "I wasn't mad at you for mentioning the date", he finally speaks, looking up at you with regret clear across his face. Curiously tilting your head, you silently gesture for him to continue. "I was mad at myself...", Dave confesses with a heavy sigh.

Not seeing one sign of deceit, you press him further. "Why?"

Scrunching his nose at you, Dave faintly smirks, "because it took me about to lose you to finally put a fire under my ass to get a divorce."

"What...?", your mouth drops open at his answer, making him softly chuckle at your ignorance to how he truly felt about you.

"You know that I only married Carol as a cover, and the girls were an extra bonus", Dave explains, "honestly, they were the only good thing that came out of that marriage." You silently nod as he takes a deep breath and continues. "I was already done with the marriage by the time you joined the DIA, just didn't have a good enough reason to walk away. Then Susan introduced us and fuck...", Dave snorts, shaking his head with huge grin. "You made it so damn hard to ignore you."

"But you hated me...?", your head tilts in confused wonder, "even after I joined the team. You were always on my ass about every damn thing."

Dave suddenly reaches out to grip your face in both of his hands, "you don't get it do you...?". Eyes wide, you silently shake your head, and he gently rests his forehead against your own. "I hated that you weren't mine. Not you, I could never hate you...", Dave confesses. "That's why I got so pissed at that asshole having his hands all over you during that job. Couldn't take it anymore, had to stake my claim on you. Had to make you mine."

"What made you decide on divorcing?", was the only response you could think of after hearing all he had to say.

"I was tired of living a lie", Dave states, nuzzling his nose against yours. "I love you and I wasn't going to continue to deny us our happiness."

"Why didn't you say anything that night?", you demand to know.

"Because my dumbass wanted to surprise you", he sighs in defeat, "and then Brussels happened and before I knew it, I had McCall on my ass."

"Fuckin' McCall", you utter out in distain, causing Dave to smirk. "So, you love me, huh...?", you stare at him shyly then.

"Yup", Dave smiles, trailing his nose downward to nuzzle at your throat. "Love you so fucking much...", he slurs out, peppering kisses along your throat.

"Dave...", you softly whimper at the sensation and chuckles at your response, lifting his head up.

"What's wrong, Sweetheart?", Dave smirks at you.

"I love you too", you confess, pulling his face down into a deep a kiss.

End

"What got ya so loss in thought?", Joel enquires, nudging you gently.

"Just thinking about everything that led us to here", you sigh out in response.

Gently tilting your face up toward his, Joel studies your eyes for a second, "that all?"

Smirking at how well he knew you, you finally bite the bullet. "Do you think it was worth it?"

Joel lets out a little hum, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead as he hugs you tighter against him. "Was having this having the happy life with you and our girls, worth 'dying' for?", Joel remarks. "Yes. Yes, it most definitely was worth it."

"I love you...", you smile up at him and he returns it.

"I love you too."

When it's worth dying for When it's worth dying for When it's worth dying for When it's worth dying for... 

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*The Path of Gods 💞💦🎆💔⏳

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A two-part story of sacrifice, loyalty, love, loss and lastly… the will of Gods.

*A Daughter's Sacrifice ⏳

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The Path of Gods: A Daughter's Sacrifice - Part VI

Marcus Acacius Masterlist

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Part V

Warning: fluff, smut and swearing.

Summary: You reunite with your lover once again.

After the third and final city had been successful claimed by your father, the legion was preparing to return home, when a message made its arrival from Rome. “What is it father?”, you pause in the midst of packing.

“A message from Marcus”, your father responds, frowning whilst reading it.

My dearest friend Septimus

I hope the letter finds you with great success with your campaign, even so, it is with utmost importance that I urge you to return to Rome with hast. Something has occurred that not only affects our livelihoods but not of Rome as an entity. I cannot go into too much detail in writing but do not go home directly yet, I, along with my legion have assembled at I urge you to meet with me there and all will revealed.

Tell Valeria, that my love for her remains ever perfervid and shall never falter. I look forward to greeting you both here. Stay safe and make hast.

Marcus Acacius.

“What do you think could it be?”, you frown in contemplation.

“I do not know, but it does not seem to be anything good”, your father replies, calling for Caius.

“General?”, Caius salutes him.

“Make hast with the preparation, we leave for Carnuntum instead”, your father instructs Caius. Caius stares at him a bit confused at the change of plans but doesn’t voice it, instead silently acknowledging it as he sends you an inquisitive look. You silently motion for him to meet you outside.

“What has happened? Why are we not returning to Rome?”, Caius drills you the moment you reach him.

“I am not entirely sure”, you respond as Caius gives out the orders to prepare for departure. “A message just arrived from General Acacius, urge for our return. Apparently, something happened, and we are not to go to Roman yet; he and his legion are awaiting us in Carnuntum.”

Caius frowns at your words, “has he stated why?”

“No”, you shake your head, frowning as well. “Only that it could not be divulged in writing.”

“So, we head for Carnuntum then...”, Caius nods, a smirk spreading across his lips then. “You must be eager to reunite with your General...?”

“Oh, hush you!”, you lightly elbow him in the side, causing him to chuckle at your instant shyness at the mention of Marcus. “I should get back to packing”, you mumble out, leaving an amused Caius to watch your retreating form as you head back to the tent.

It was long and exhausting journey, but you had finally reached the Roman fortress of Carnuntum, your father and you both releasing a heavy sigh of relief at having Marcus greet you at its entrance.

“Septimius, my good friend!”, Marcus eagerly embraces your father in welcome. Stepping back, his eyes immediately go toward your direction. “Lady Severa...”, Marcus utters out breathlessly as he places a kiss onto your hand.

“General Acacius”, you shyly respond with a bowing of your head, causing your father to roll his eyes at the two of you.

“You can greet each other properly later... I believe we were called here for a very important matter, were we not?”

“Yes, of course, forgive me”, Marcus flashes you a sheepish smirk before returning his attention toward your father, his demeanor turning to a much sterner one then. “The emperor has been killed by his own Praetorian Guard”, Marcus informs him.

“What?!”, your father stares at him in shock. “Who sits on the imperial throne now?”

“Marcus utters out, his eye swirling with displeasure. “He bought the emperorship from said Praetorian Guard that had murdered the late emperor.”

“By the Gods!”, your father scowls at hearing the news. “Has he no shame?! Purchasing the Roman Empire as if it is nothing but a common whore! Where is the honor in that?! Not even raising arms to obtain, merely purchasing it?!”

“My sentiments exactly”, Marcus grunts out with deep-seated fury of his own. “That is why I along with a few other legions have declare our fidelity to you as our new emperor.”

Taken aback for a second, your father stares at Marcus in utter surprise at his declaration. “You are certain of this...? You do not wish to cease the empire for yourself?”

Marcus scrunches his face in distain, “I have no such ambitious. I am a man of war, not politics, that I shall leave to you my good friend.”

Your father responds with a nod of understanding, “if that is your decision on the matter, then so be it.”

Marcus nods in agreement, changing the topic, “accommodations for you all have already been prepared, you should get accommodated before we dive into the plan forward.”

After having a filling meal and hours of strategic planning and discussions on the way forth to claim the imperial throne for your father, you were finally allowed to retreat to your chambers to clean and rest up. You had just finished cleaning up, when a soft yet firm knock sounded at the door. Slipping on a simple robe for modesties’ sake, you go to open it. Cracking the door open a smidge, you’re caught off-guard when it gets violently pushed further open. Marcus enters like a gust of wind, grabbing hold of your face and capturing your lips in a harsh kiss. “Dulcissima”, Marcus finally utters out as his forehead gently rested against your own.

“Door, Marcus...”, is all you manage to breathlessly utter in response.

Letting out grunt of frustration, Marcus swiftly turns to shut and lock it. Turning back around, a loud growl emitted from Marcus as rushed toward you, effortlessly picking you up and making his way toward the bed. Gently placing you down at the foot of the bed, Marcus makes swift work of removing his clothing, reaching out thereafter to push the robe covering you off. “Beautiful as always...”, Marcus husks out, eyes dark with lust as he scanned your naked figure before him.

You gently place hand onto his naked broad chest, a mischievous smirk pulling at your lips. “Have you missed me, Marcus?”

Eyes narrowing at you, Marcus reaches for your idle hand. “Feel for yourself”, he groans out as he places it around his erection.

“Your cock seems to have missed my cunt”, you remark, biting down on your lip as you stare up at him whilst gently stroking it. “Question is though, has your heart missed mine?”, you move the hand on his chest to lay against it.

“My heart-”, Marcus manages to utter through clenched teeth as you continue to stroke him. “My lips...”, he continues, moving your hand up toward his lips to press a kiss onto it. Marcus lets out a soft groan when your hand tightens around him in response, resting his forehead against your own. “My soul..., everyone single being of me has missed your presence.”

“Marcus...”, you breathlessly murmur, reaching up to lovingly cup his cheek. “Make me yours again.”

Marcus pulls you flushed against his front, his eyes filled with so much love as stared back into your own, “always me love... just as I am yours”, tipping down and capturing your lips in a kiss. The kiss instantly becomes more heat as Marcus pushes you backward onto the bed, climbing on top of you and gently brushing the hair from out your face. “I will not be gentle...”, he warns you, “you know how I get when being away from you for too long.”

Spreading your legs and wrapping them tightly around Marcus’ waist, you pull all his weight down onto you. “As if I have ever complained...”

Marcus flashes you a dimpled smirk, his hand moving down to prob at your now soaked entrance. “Let me at least prepare you though.”

Silently shaking your head; you grab hold of his cock, leading it toward your entrance with a soft whimper. “I cannot wait any longer...”

Staring down at you through blown pupils, “you are certain...?”, Marcus groans out at the sensation of your wet folds against the tip of his painfully hard cock.

“Please, Mar-”, your pleading was suddenly cut off by Marcus’ hand being slapped over your mouth at the same moment his thrusts into you. Back arching off the bed, with a muffled scream into his hand at the sudden intrusion, you attempt to even your breathing whilst Marcus gave you time to adjust.

“Fuck- Dulcissima... always so incredibly tight-”, Marcus grunted into the crook of your neck, the hand over your mouth slipping down to rest around your throat. Lifting his face from out your neck, Marcus focuses his gaze onto your face as he slowly retracks his hips, only to forcefully surge them forward into you. “This sweet cunt, wrapped around my cock was all I could think of during our separation-”, Marcus grunts out as he vigorously worked himself in and out of you. You couldn’t manage a single word in response, eyes glazed over with unadulterated lust, only softly whimpering with each stroke of Marcus’ cock within you. “Nothing to say?”, Marcus grins down at you, “always have a retort for me, but now...?”

Eyes instantly narrowing, you scowl at him in warning, “Mar-”, but you’re cut when he delivers a harsh thrust, and your eyes roll back with a loud gasp, your walls spasming around his cock.

“That’s it, Dulcissima-”, Marcus grunts, hooking his arms under your shoulders as an anchor to drag you downward onto his cock with each thrust. “Just take it-”, he groans in approval as you remained a whimpering mess underneath him; head thrashing back and forth in pleasure as your nails dig deep into the flesh of his back. “No need to speak nor think- just feel...” Burying his face back in the crook of your neck; Marcus reaches down, hitching your leg higher around his waist to increase the pace and force of his hips, resulting a loud screech to be ripped from out your lips. A hand instantly shoots up over your mouth as Marcus frowns at you in disapproval, “do you want your father and the rest to come in here and find me buried deep in your cunt?” Exhaling heavily through your nose, your eyes widen whilst shaking your head but your cunt fluttering around his cock speaks otherwise. “Fuck-”, Marcus’ eyes shut with a throating moan as his hips rocked steadily against yours yet again. “This-”, he stammers, eyes snapping back open to glare down at you as he delivers a harsh thrust with every third or so stroke. “This is why I wanted you as part of my legion-”, Marcus grunts out, his pace picking yet again. “You would make such a good camp whore for me...”, he grits, resting his forehead against your own he begins to vigorously fuck into you. “Would you like that...?”, a dark glint takes root in his eyes as he grinned at your dazed look of passion as you moaned into his palm in response to his words. “A warrior at my side during the days and a whore in my bed at night...”, were the final words of his to bring you toward your breaking point as your walls clenched around him in a vice grip, signally your climax. “That’s it, love-”, Marcus groans out victoriously as your muffled screams were muted by his palm whilst he fucked you through it. “Fuck!”, he growls out then, ripping himself out of you just in time as his seed shot out all over your belly.

The strength drained from him by the intense climax; Marcus collapses onto you with all his weight, the hand over your mouth dropping as you both wheeze to catch your breaths. After some time, you reach out to brush your finger through his damp hair and Marcus shifts to look up at you with that boyish dimpled smile of his. “I love you”, he utters out, eyes filled with content.

Returning the smile, you gently brush the hair out of his face, “I love too, Cor meum.” 

Part VII

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