#I DREW A WHOLE SPREAD OF THEM IM LOSING MY MIND

[breeberrypies]

i hate these lesbians so much (i need them to be my dads)

[littlebitoffanfic]

Little Human - Part 3

Fandom: Original Relationship: Dran/reader (demon/reader) Request: Part 3 with a smutty dominating demon plzz Part 1 Part 2

 Lying in your bed, you tossed and turned but were unable to fall asleep. maybe it was because you had had a drink tonight, or maybe it was your frustration begging for your attention. A bad thing about having a monster boyfriend whos portal to his world was under your bed, it was harder for you… take care of yourself without him popping out. His visits were random, with no real pattern to them. Sometimes he would appear in the dead of night, and sometimes in the day. It was that randomness that made it difficult. Since the night with the robbers, you found yourself becoming more and more attracted to him physically. Your body began to crave his touch unlike anything else. But how to do you bring up the topic of sex with a demon? 

the idea embarrassed you immensely, so you ended up just keeping quiet, waiting for him. But now, in the darkness, you couldn’t stop your mind from wondering to him. Slipping your hand beneath your panties, you immediately felt a surge of pleasure as you gently started to rub your neglected clit. You were grateful that you were wearing a nightgown. Whining, you close your eyes in an attempt to pretend Dran was here with you. You wondered if he even knew the control he had over you now. You were his, completely and utterly devoted to this demon in a way you had never experienced. You loved how he could pick you up like you were a ragdoll. But that lead to more lustful thoughts of how he control your body. How he could dominate you. There was very little doubt in your mind that he would dominate you in the bedroom, and it gave you a rush of lust, but what sort of dominator would he be. Harsh and unforgiving? Playful and teasing? You could see it being a combination of both. The idea of being at his mercy was enough to make you moan as you pressed your clit a little hard. You spread your legs a little wider, your hips rocking slightly against your own touch. Maybe part of what made you so worked up to the point it could take you only minutes to reach a climax was the idea of him crawling out from your bed at any time. Could he hear you? Moaning a little louder, you threw caution to the wind as the weeks of aching and yearning for him became too much. It always did. Arching your back, you moaned as you felt yourself getting closer to your orgasm. “Don’t.” the voice that filled your ears made you jump, your eyes flying open. “Dran.” You gasp, about to scramble away as your cheeks burn red. He was at the end of your bed, crouching on the ground as if he had just crawled up from under your bed. but you suspected that he had been there for a while. He licked his lower lip, reaching out and pulling your covers off your body, leaving you in your nightgown and underwear. “Keep going. But you cant orgasm.” He smirked, his eyes winkling in the darkness with lust. you had to stifle a moan at the idea of trying to deny yourself. Especially under his gaze. spreading your legs, you knew that the wet fabric of your underwear was all he could see if you bent your knees, so you did so. As you started to rub your clit again, you felt him lean over and push the fabric of your night gown up your body to expose your underwear to him fully. A low rumbling groan came from his chest as he climbed onto your bed to hover above. “What do you want?” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear, making your hips buckle up as his hot breath hit your neck. “I want you to-“ You cut yourself off. All you had to say was ‘I want you’. that’s it. But Dran latched onto it. “You want me to… what?” he chuckled as your legs fell apart in hopes he might offer you a touch. It was killing you to have him so close like this. “I want you to dominate me.” You confess, eyes closed tight as your cheeks blazed with embarrassment. The low chuckle that left his chest made you whine. “Im glad our needs align.” He leans down and drags his tongue up your neck, making your tremble under him. Your toes curled as you felt your orgasm building again, but just as you were about to reach it, hands grabbed your wrist and you were pinned down with your hands either side of your head. You whined, your legs shaking as you felt the bliss slipping away. “Good girl.” Dran leaned down and purred in your ear once again. “Cruel.” You grumbled, but he simply chuckled. “Oh, you have no idea.” He pulled back, flashing his sharp teeth at you. “Tell me, how long has my human been left wanting?” You felt a small rush of lust at his question and, even though you were embarrassed, you answered. “Since the first night you kissed me.” You confess. You saw the excitement in his eyes as he realizes that you had wanted him from the start. “Do you trust me?” he purred, leaning down and kissing the skin where your shoulder met your neck. Gasping, you nearly forgot he had asked you a question until he looked up to you for an answer. “Trust a demon?” you clarified, but the smirk on your lips told him that you weren’t being serious. “Sounds dangerous.” “I guarantee I could make your fragile body shake with pleasure. After tonight, you’ll never be left wanting.” He nipped at your neck, making you tremble a little. “I trust you.” You breath, unsure what you were in for. Dran pulled back, sitting back on his knees. But as his hands lifted off yours, you found that there was still a weight holding your wrists down. Looking to the side at your right hand, you couldn’t see anything, but as you tried to wiggle your arms, you were still unable to move them. “Choose a colour.” Dran drew your attention away from your invisible binds. “Red.” You replied instantly. It was the first colour to come to your mind because of how bright his eyes were in the darkened room. “If you say that colour, I’ll release you. No questions, no pressure.” He told you, and you were taken aback. You didn’t expect this massive demon to know about safe words. The thought made you smile, because you truly did trust him, and any doubt you had had was gone when he was the one to introduce a safe word. before you could question him, he moved away from your face. He slid down your body, his hands only stopping to grope your chest quickly before descending to your needy core. He looped a clawed finger around your underwear and the ripping sound that filled the room told you they weren’t coming off the conventional way. He ripped them off with his claw, pulling them away from your skin and bundling them up in his hand. When Dran notices youre watching him closely, he reaches a hand up the centre of your body. The claw gently raises the neck of your nightgown off your body before he easily cuts through the fabric, bringing his hand back down. His claw was only millimetres from your skin, making easy work of the fabric. “My claws have cut flesh like ribbon. Yet you dont flinch?” He leans forward, eagerly awaiting your answer. “I trust you.” You breath, and the smile that dawns his lips makes you weak under him. “Good. You wont regret it, little human.” He then blows the fabric from your skin, leaving you fully exposed to him. His eyes rake over you as he sits back. His tongue darts over his lips as he bares his teeth slightly. Dran leaned forward, pressing his flat, wet tongue against your entrance, and licking up. You shuddered as he did it again, now earning a moan from you. His arms went under your legs, wrapping them around your thighs and pulling you down, closer to him as he buried his face between your legs, now showing little mercy. a string of cusses left your lips as his tongue lapsed as your clit which was already overstimulated from earlier. looking down, you saw his red eyes were on you, drinking your reacting to his touch. The sight made you freeze, and he didn’t like that. he nipped at your clit, making you jump but he quickly made up for it was his tongue. He abused your sensitive bud until you were writhing. And, as before, he denied you. He pulled back just as you were close, leaving you a panting mess was you whined. “you’re cruel.” You glared at him as he raise back to his knees his tongue licking his sharp teeth and lips. “I’ll let you cum. But only on my cock.” He chuckled, his words making your breath catch in you throat. But as he sat back, you noticed something. Your eyes darted down to his hips, where there was normally only fur. But you could see something protruding with red veins. His cock seemed to be beneath a sheath that protected it.  you saw the tip now pointing out of the fur. You wanted nothing more than to reach down and encourage him out, but your hands were still bound. You let out a moan which caused his cock to twitch and grow. Dran wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his cock until it was fully erect. He chuckled when he saw you were watching him. Blood rushed to your cheeks as you looked away. As if you weren’t spread across your bed naked in front of him. Dran moved to hover above you, a hand either side of your head as he rubbed his cock against your pussy. You whined at the contact, grinding against him. One of his hands came down to line himself up with your entrance. As he pushed into you, your whole world felt like it had disappeared, leaving only you and Dran. Dran let out a low growl as he thrusted in as far as he could, now completely inside you. He gave a few small thrusts, allowing you a moment between each to get used to him before he let out a low snarl, starting a pace that nearly made you lose your mind. His hips snapped against you with quick thrusts. His face fell into the crook of your neck as he inhaled your scent which was laced with lust. Drans lips pulled back to bare his teeth as a growl left his throat. You moaned, his name falling from your lips. The way he moved was more pleasurable than anything else you had felt in your life. He had set a pace which was enough to drive you to orgasm right here and now, but something told you that he wasn’t planning that just yet. You wrap your legs around his torso. Because of his size, you were unable to hook your feet together around his back, but you didn’t care as the new position offered a new spot for him to hit that made you cry out. You wanted as much as him as you could, desperate for any form of contact he could offered. You twisted in your binds, but never said you wanted them released or showed that you were uncomfortable in your face or body. Suddenly, the binds were lifted and you could move your hands. He had noticed. You wasted no time in the reaching for him, desperate for touch. Your fingers found his shoulders, the fur soft to touch. Of course, you had touched him before, but now was different. with him over you, fucking you into your bed, you still wanted more of him. You wanted every sense to be only concentrating on him, you wanted him to be the only thing in the world you could concentrate on. He slipped an arm under you and lifted you up onto his lap as he sat back on his knees. You might have thought it would give you some control of the speed, but he thrusted up into you, still in full control. You clung to him, moaning and panting his name as snarls left his throat. With ever animalistic noise, you felt the knot in your lower stomach tighten. Your right hand leaves his shoulder and moved up to his cheek for a moment, before proceeding further north. Your fingers ran up his fur to his horns. The second your touch grazed the base of the horns, a growl broke past Drans lips and he bared his teeth. Yet his eyes were squeezed shut, and if he had wanted you to stop, he would have at least looked at you. Deciding to test his further, you wrapped your hand around the horn, using it as a stabiliser just as your other hand stayed on his shoulder. Dran snarled, his fingers digging into your sides as he fucked you. Your whine turned into a moan just as his eyes opened. the fiery red in the black fur was almost hypnotising as he stared at you. your eyes fell to the sharp teeth in his mouth. They could easily rip you apart, as could the claws on your side. He was a demon, you knew what he was capable of, and yet he was able to control himself enough to keep you safe but close enough to the animalistic side of him as possible. The side that was fucking you to near insanity. “Dran.” You moaned, trying your hardest not to look away from him, despite the fact your eyes were about rolling back into your head. The chuckle that left his lips was intoxicating as he admired what a pretty mess you were. But he wasn’t finished yet. “Such a submissive little thing.” His voice was deep, and he growled the word ‘submissive’. All you could do was nod as you felt your orgasm approaching, and his words weren’t helping. “Lets see how good you really are.” He chuckled as you threw your fingers pulled on his fur and his horn. This had never been something he would have thought he wanted. And yet now, that he had you on his lap, clinging to him like this, he found the feeling far more pleasurable than he could ever imagined. It had driven him to his edge, and Dran could see your body shaking. “Dran, im so clo-“ You began, as if hearing his thoughts but he cut you off. “Not yet, little one.” He growled. “When I say.” You mewled but you weren’t sure if you could deny yourself anymore. The torment of earlier, the pleasure you were feeling now and the growls that were leaving his lips were far too much to bare. Your knuckles were going white as you tried to find something else to think about to stave off your orgasm. But as you glanced around the room for the first time since he had came, you found it was filled with thick black smoke that stopped a foot away from the bed. Everything was about him. all your senses were focused on the demon as he fucked you mercilessly. “Please?” You whined, and when he didn’t answer you found yourself repeating ‘please’ and ‘Dran’ between moans. You somehow ended up with both your arms wrapped around his neck. It was too much for the demon, who finally smirked. “Now.” He growled, his trusts becoming faster and yet more sloppy. Dran had barely finished the word as you came, hard. Your walls clamped down on his cock as your body shook with the pleasure that shot through your veins. You barely registered Drans snarl as your heart beat so loud you could hear it in your ears. Dran gave one final thrust up and he came, your walls milking him as he found himself so lost in the pleasure that his claws broke the skin on your hips slightly. Not that you minded as the pain seemed to mix so perfectly with your own pleasure. You collapsed against Dran, panting and spent. The first thing outside of his own pleasure that Dran noticed was the smell of blood as it drifted to his nostrils. His claws and hands were withdrawn from your side at rapid pace. You opened your eyes, unsure why he had pulled away from you like you had electrocuted him. But this wasn’t any normal kind of relationship, so maybe he just didn’t like to be touched after. But when you glanced to him, you saw he hadn’t moved a muscle. The fog around the room seemed to freeze, no longer moving slowly in small circles. This concerned you as you frowned a little. “Dran?” You crawled back to him. it was strange, seeing the massive demon who had dominated you not 5 minutes ago who was now timid. “I…” He cut himself off and you saw he was staring down at his hands. When your saw the small specks of red on the tips of his claws, you looked down to your right hip, which had 4 cuts. Not big ones, and you hadn’t even noticed them if he hadn’t said. The blood had already stopped but was smeared a little. Glancing to your left, you saw the same. In fact, you could remember the pain, but it had been so mixed with the pleasure that you had found it pleasurable. you place your hands on top of his open palms. His head snapped to your own, either from confusion or surprise, you didn’t know. “You know, I kinda liked it.” You smirk, shrugging your shoulders. Dran stared at you for a moment, before his own smirk spread over his lips and a deep chuckle left his throat. His fingers closed around your hands. “But, if you want to make it up to me, you could stay here tonight. Sleep beside me?” You asked, hoping he would take your offer. You just wanted to cuddle up into his fur and drift off in the comfort of his arms. “If that is all, then I shall.” Dran nodded. Pulling him towards the head of the bed, you crawled underneath the covers. Dran joined you, but the covered weren’t going to fit over you both so he only pulled them up so he could wrap an arm under your neck and pull you against his chest. Besides, he didn’t sleep with covers, or in beds, but that wasn’t a discussion he wanted to have. In fact, he didn’t even want to talk at all. And you were far too tired to challenge that. Cuddling against his chest, your fingers ran though his fur while his other hand seemed to hesitate before being placed on your hip lightly. When he saw no adverse reaction, he allowed the full weight of his hand to lay there. The fog remained as a thin layer on the ground. You thought it was just something that came with him, but Dran used the fog as a way to detect approaching danger. It was a part of him, as much as his horns. As you dozed off, Dran found himself pulling you closer. It wasn’t meant to be like this. He was meant to find a mate and return with them. And yet, he wanted you to be happy. He was sure his siblings would call him weak in a mocking tone, but they wouldn’t push him. If you are remaining in the human world kept you happy, he was content as long as you were safe. However, he might be able to tempt you down to his world for a little bit. If only you could see what awaits you.

[spirit-of-the-void]

Ebony and Ivory- Bonus Vergil Ending

Author’s notes: So. This took me a really long time to write, and...well...I dont really know what to say about that. To be honest, the V ending got a lot of complaints, and it really tore down my motivation and confidence for this fic, for writing in general. Not to mention I was trying to get my life together for the beginning of this year, but the virus shit kind of ruined everything so im just...dead for the most part. Shit sucks, I’m tired, but...I felt bad about never giving this ending, so i did my best to make it something worth reading for you all. Im sorry it took so long, im sorry i never write or post anymore. Im just really doing my best to get through each day, and im really grateful for those of you who stuck around, and those who didnt

Heres to, hopefully, more writing in the future.

Bonus Chapter

Vergil’s alternate ending

So lost in the gravity of the moment, minds addled and fogged with sadness, pain, and rage...neither man heard you.

The Outsider didn’t notice you snap out of the pocket Void he held you in, didn’t hear the shattering of obsidian and the distant howl of a thousand voices screaming their denial, their sheer despair at your choice. After all, this place was a part of you--The void wanted it too, ached and craved and begged for his punishment. The man who caused you so much pain, left abandoned and alone to suffer all the agonies a world could offer. Surely this could not be, surely you weren’t making this choice, willingly embracing this agony in all its absolute brilliance?

 It hurt, it hurt. The pain was so fresh and alive, it rattled through your bones and spread like boiling, freezing water through every joint and tendon. Memory had always been your burden, from the moment you entered the Void to every fresh breath of it you drew to fight being swallowed whole by the inky abyss. And now those memories were like brands, searing into your skin and leaving scars so deep that they were numb. The burn didn’t stop, and neither would the images that came with them.

Images of your baby. Your son--Nero.

The instant you relieved that moment, saw his tiny form peppered with a tuft of white hair upon a shivering head you screamed, thrashing against the obsidian hands holding you back. One by one they shattered, shards drifting into absolute nothingness like dust floating on the breeze. More and more they came, trying to wipe it all away. And still...you writhed, shouted, held onto every moment, every pain. The guilt was more agonizing than anything else, sending your limbs trembling and mouth open in a soundless cry to join the ever shrieking masses. You left him, you forgot him. Your flesh and blood, your son left on a doorstep alone to grow up feeling abandoned and neglected. 

No amount of power could change what had happened to your mind, to your body bleeding out on a sidewalk. Strength was just a fleeting concept then, a whispered promise of brighter futures than your soul was made to endure. When that agony returned, when the tragedy of that day struck it left you shattering and broken, glass upon the ground begging to be picked up again. You weren’t like that anymore.

Strength was no longer an empty promise, it was something real and tangible. You could hold it in your hands, cradle it and nurture it with everything you had. It existed in the laughter of friends, in the feeling of holding a loved one’s hand,  deep breaths of ocean air and memories made in that place of tragedy that were so bright. For so long now ignorance had been your enemy, snatching away so much happiness and leaving you wanting. Losing V, the Outsider’s betrayal, this--if only you had known, if only things could change. If only. You were tired of those two words, the taste of them now foul and bitter like poison shoved down your throat. There it choked, spat out with more force than ever thought capable. No more ignorance, no more hiding from that deep, aching pain and regret--you knew now, and by the Void itself you would die before not knowing again. 

It felt like hours had passed before the hands finally stopped coming, a gasp escaping your lips like you had been held under the ocean’s weight the whole time. Finally, a breach. You crested over that familiar surface of water, falling upward until the familiar glow of the Void finally met your eyes. Obsidian hands managed to break your fall, eyes swimming with dizziness and tears while everything sank into the very core. Vergil, your love,  abandoning you, the order, the pregnancy, Nero--everything. This was the make or break moment, the time to sink or swim. You lay on the cold ground for some time, treading the waters of your own mind and trying not to drown while the Foresight screamed in unbearable pain. You would not break. You would not break. You would not break. 

You wanted to remember, wanted to remember everything. There were so many things that had to be said, apologies to be made, love to give. You wanted to weep at the feet of your son, to beg and plead for forgiveness and tell him how absolutely loved he was from the very start. To make up for lost time, to change everything without the fear of shattering apart. The past could not be fixed, mistakes were now written in stone. But you knew that didn’t have to mean the future had to be bleak. You remembered now--That deep feeling of love, meeting Vergil that first time and pouring everything into him. His betrayal had stung to your very core, had left your past self weeping along in a cold cell. But...that love wasn’t gone. It didn’t justify Vergil’s actions, but you knew now. No longer ignorant, having been so close and deeply in love with the human part of him he rarely showed. V, the broken man who wanted nothing more to be protected and loved. 

Now you knew both sides of the man you loved, and you didn’t want to lose that again.

Clarity seeped through the pain, weaving together the pieces left behind and keeping you solid. A wheeze escaped your lungs, sounds fading in and out as you struggled to rise from the ground. The Outsider’s voice, Vergil’s, the Void. Promises of punishing the son of Sparda, of leaving him still loving you while V was here to keep you happy and ignorant. Denial scraped along the already-battered walls of your head, gaze lifting just enough to see a blurry vision on the precipice of the endless sky. There the Outsider held Vergil up by his collar, framed by an endless glow without stars and no sun. Neither had noticed you, so lost in the Void’s howl and in the Outsider’s chiding promise. It made your teeth grind, head swimming with desperation and the unrivaled need to stop this, to stop everything. No more--no more pain, no more suffering, no more punishments. 

You dragged yourself, body trembling uncontrollably as the Foresight battled every inch of it. A fail safe, meant to protect you from memories that might bring about shattering. Right now it definitely wasn’t helping, but that didn’t mean you would stop. The hard ground of the debris scraped your legs as you went, but they were practically numbed by everything else. Whale oil rising like bile in your throat, eyes black and reflecting the Void’s glow like obsidian crystals. Your tears glistened, dew on their surface, falling steadily through the harsh, wheezing breaths. Clearer now, clearer every second. Vergil stared sightless ahead, eyes glazed and empty as he accepted the Outsider’s fate. His look of defeat shook you, made every cell scream out in denial and sorrow. Both of you were so young, so foolish, so desperate, so headstrong, so hurt--not anymore, not. Any. More.

“Vergil Sparda, this is your punishment for hurting my child.”

Enough. We’ve all had enough.

The Outsider jolted when you reached out, grasping the back of his jacket with shaking fists and pulling yourself upright. What a sight you must have been--body riddled in scratches from dragging yourself, pale and shaking while the wind whipped your hair into a senseless mess. The deity immediately gasped, dropping Vergil’s limp form in shock and leaving him sitting on the edge of the debris, jolted back into sense. For a brief moment, your eyes met. Agonized, horror-filled blue staring into the glistening black, reflecting so many emotions, apologies, and regrets. When he was like this, his expressions reminded you so much of V. You knew what he was seeing, feeling, remembering. Seeing what his choices wrought, the tragedy and despair left in the wake of an arrogant child’s selfishness and fear. And that’s what he looked like now--unabashed vulnerability, tears in his eyes threatening to drip down already-wet cheeks. That past was done, it was gone and left in the rubble of memories that longer mattered.

Here, now...that mattered.

“Y/N…!” The Outsider rasped in horror, griping both your shoulders as you grabbed the lapels of his jacket without letting go. It caused him to crouch to your level, expression filled with panic and shock as he continued on horrified, “You shouldn’t be here, you still...still--How did you manage to--”

You couldn’t explain, couldn’t give him the chance to send you back again. You choked on a shuddering breath, arms reaching up around his neck and pulling closer into the only embrace you had ever shared with the deity. The one who gave you life, saved you from the abyss and spent the past few years trying not to let you break--his methods were not the right ones to take, lingering in cruelty and the very pain he knew too. How could you expect a creature who knew nothing but the empty, mindless howl of the Void to know anything of comfort and affection? He had no one to teach him mercy, to remind him of what humanity was like. To let go, no more pain of betrayal, no more anger.

 He froze when you rested your face on his neck, body held against his as wind whipped around you both mercilessly. There was no warmth, not physically--but his chill was a comfort all its own,  a familiarity that kept you from shattering and calmed the Foresight into a low hum.

“N...no more…” Your voice was so tiny, a broken sob against his frozen skin as you squeezed tighter, “Please...please...No more.”

The Outsider swallowed hard, body still rigid as his hands very gently settled on your back. Like he was holding glass thinner than paper, on the verge of breaking. He grit his teeth, you could hear the grinding of his jaw from this close.

“You’re suffering,” He managed to rasp out, voice shaking with restrained emotion as one hand threaded through your hair, “My child, my only precious flower--you remember don’t you? You remember what he--”

I remember. I remember remember remember. And I never want to stop. 

“I don’t care…!” Your body shook harder, voice taking on the hard edge of resolve even while tears swam in your vision again. The memories hadn’t stopped, they refused to cease in their brutal assault. Vergil never coming to save you, the pain of being shot, giving birth alone and soaked to the bone. Blood on the sand, your son’s wail on the wind. His face, his tiny hands… You sucked in a shaking breath, heart aching as a broken whimper slipped from your lips, “Please...don’t take him from me...I can’t lose it again…”

I want to know him. I want to know Nero as my son. I want to know Vergil as my everything.

You didn’t want this pain to be a reminder anymore. You wanted to make new memories with your child, to make up for all the mistakes and everything he lost. To go on without knowing, to live in ignorance as his friend and listen to him speak of the sorrow that came with being abandoned...you would rather die. Guilt was not a stranger, and you knew it was possible to grow and heal from it again. Because you weren’t that broken soul in the Void anymore, having tasted what a happy life could truly be like at the very core of your being. A perfect word would have been Vergil coming to save you back then, stealing you away to a quiet place to give birth and raise your child together as better people, to move on. But this world was far from perfect, and that was okay. To learn, to move on and grow from what happened seemed too good to be true, but it was all you wanted, all you had. 

Vergil stared at you with absolute agony, those tears managing to trickle out against his will down sharp cheeks. You loved remembering him, those special first moments. Getting to hold his hand, a first kiss, that night...it had been everything, bringing familiarity to the time you had been with V. Of course the poet felt so right, so deeply familiar and necessary--your body remembered him, saw the black-haired human in every tender, vulnerable moment with Vergil. Getting to have them both was such a blessing, to learn that part of your soulmate so intimately and without restraint. He held so much back, drowned out by fear and pride that continued to choke his happiness. Things could change, they had to.

The Outsider sucked in a sharp breath at your words, hands shaking where they gripped the back of your blouse. You could teach him too, could help him remember what empathy felt like underneath the howling Void.

The cold has numbed you, but it doesn’t have to be that way. 

“I...I could return V to you…” The Outsider whispered, staring over your head into the empty abyss as the wind continued to howl for everything you had lost, “That man, he...he hurt you, broke--You. I almost lost my only child, the only gift this wretched place allowed me.”

In a way, the deity was a child too, not understanding his own emotion and lashing out in kind. All this nonsense had been born in how much he cared for you, so much that the idea of losing you scared him into cruelty. It wasn’t right, he hurt you and the people close to you in the process. It couldn’t continue like this anymore, not on the path of revenge and tragedy. 

You let out a soft breath, eyes squeezing shut as you tried to push back the tears. Your pain wasn’t helping him see clearly, nor was it aiding you in any way. It had to end, this ceaseless cycle—The Outsider needed to understand that you could handle this, that you could grow and stand on your own feet while carrying the weight of these memories around on your shoulders. 

“I know what that feels like,” You whimpered, breaths attempting to slow but still hitching with each swallowed sob. That fear he felt, the panic...you felt that all and more, “Please, father...don’t make me lose my child again.”

You felt him suck in a shuddering breath, eyes a glassy black as they stared over your shoulder into the abyss. In all the time you knew the Outsider, he had never shown emotion like this. Muscles locked to the point of shaking lightly with strain, air pressed through his nostrils like he was afraid opening his mouth would release an unwilling scream of denial. Because you knew deep down, knew he could understand your desire to keep these memories. Seeing you lose Nero had to hurt him too, bringing on the unwilling fear of experiencing the same thing once you almost slipped away. He had tried the only way he knew how, and now…that fear was caging you in, born of desperation and panic that kept the entire ocean at bay in the hopes of saving you from drowning. But he could never stop it from trickling through, not for long.

You delicately ran your fingers through his hair, feeling the wind send the short locks tossing back and forth. He felt so...human, real and solid. You were willing to bet he wasn’t always the God of this place, that his vulnerability and immaturity had roots in something deeply human. He froze sharply at the contact, hands squeezing the fabric of your blouse so tightly you wondered if it had started tearing.

“If I could take you away from this place, I…” You whispered, eyes closing softly as your body battled exhaustion, “The Void has made you cold, father. I just...I cannot let these feelings go.”

You leaned back just enough to stare at the Outsider’s face, obsidian meeting obsidian and reading each other’s faces. His eyes were wide with unrestrained desperation and sorrow, echoing so many years spent in this miserable place without the sun. You placed both hands gingerly on his cheeks, thumbs stroking along his high cheekbones as if waiting for tears to be shed.

“Father,” You whispered, voice aching with so many things better left unsaid as you stared at him steady and imploring, “Ignorance won’t protect us anymore.”

You hear Vergil suck in a breath at that, air dragged through teeth clenched so hard they might crack. The Outsider’s reaction was no different, those obsidian eyes wide and face a blank mask of shock and regret that showed no signs of fading. You knew what he was thinking, knew that desperate horror of watching you come so close to shattering, to becoming one with that deep, endless abyss. He was not used to fear, he was not used to being afraid. And that was something you could understand, something you wished so terribly to ease in any way you could. But this pain was so necessary, the deepest ache in your chest that gripped with icy fingers and refused to let go--shattering or not, painful or not...the memories were yours, and you wanted to keep them. You owed this to yourself, to Vergil, and especially to Nero. There were so many things you wanted to say to your son, and those things needed to happen above all else. 

There was a pause of silence between you all while the Outsider froze in place, seeming lost in thought as his endless gaze seemed to bore into your own. The only thing that broke the tense air was the howling winds from all around, even the moaning chorus of suffering voices seeming to quiet as they waited for the Outsider’s choice. If he decided against you, there would be a fight that could not be won, a fight that would more than likely end with you shattering from the stress already on your body. That was a risk the Outsider couldn’t afford to take, even with all the powers he held over you. The deep burn of foresight, icy veins of the Void’s magic as it traveled through your body--every breath was given to you by this ancient being, every bit of life you now carried each and every day. Without him, you would have never met Vergil, and for that you would always be grateful. 

The Outsider did not move for a very long time, only leaning back after his black eyes finally blinked at you. His hands slowly lowered from your form, falling back limply to his sides as he looked away, something akin to regret flashing across his face.  Exhaustion and acceptance followed like close companions, his eyes so very tired as the man rose to his feet, leaving you kneeling on the floor before him with a pleading expression on your face. For a moment, he could only stare down at you with more sorrow than one creature should carry, the chilled winds of the Void making his hair blow wildly in several directions. He looked more ancient than ever, the years spent in this wretched place more than showing on a face that was far too young to look so lost. The Outsider stared at you as if prepared to lose you forever, and that was the moment you realized he had finally made his choice.

“...I only wanted to keep you safe,” He spoke so softly, tone feather-light and echoing through the space as if he had screamed it out to the chorus of the Void. He rested one shaking hand upon your hair, eyes closing as his voice became ragged and somehow even softer, “I did not wish...to see you end.”

You nodded once, fresh tears dripping from your black eyes and onto the debris underneath you. The pain of his betrayal, every place you had traveled to, the lost memories and empty dreams...He didn’t know what else to do to keep you from shattering, fueled by desperation and that cruelty he knew so well. You didn’t want to hold onto it any more, these deep feelings of anger and regret that threatened so strongly to overtake you. They were nothing more than a burden now, and inexcusable weight that clung to your shoulders with sharp, unyielding claws. They had been your companions for far too long, and now...now they needed to leave.

You gripped the Outsider’s wrist tenderly with both hands, turning his palm over so you could press a kiss to it. He sucked in a sharp breath at the action, listening quietly as you replied in that hoarse, ragged tone, “I know...and I will be safe...I will,” Your black eyes raised, the color finally slipping back into your normal tone, the whites returning and glistening with tears, “Let me remember the people I love.”

You could see the lingering hesitation even as the Outsider pulled his hand away, eyes downcast and body stepping back toward the precipice. His gaze lingered for a moment on the form of Vergil, seeing the way he looked at you in absolute agony, the tears slipping down the sharp line of his jaw and the shattered expression in his eyes. There was remaining resentment there in those obsidian orbs, but he clenched his jaw and said nothing to the Son of Sparda. If you had to guess, the Deity knew that the only words that could get through the half-breed’s thick skull would have to be yours, and he wasn’t about to interfere with that again. So he paused only to look back at you again, face slipping back into his usual, neutral expression before you watched him disappear into a cloud of obsidian crystal shards without another word. You could understand that he needed time again, needed to process everything before addressing it again. 

He didn’t take away the gifts he had given you, at the very least. But the burn of Foresight was now gone, leaving only the familiar chill of the Void as it seeped through your limbs. For a minute you could only wheeze, trying to get the chaotic storm of emotions in check and feeling Vergil’s gaze linger on you with its familiar intensity. There were so many things between you now since the trials, since you attacked him in the Qliphoth. Those memories from Fortuna, of your first love and traveling together around the city--they mingled with every terrible, unspeakable event that took place after, all the terror and suffering that threatened to cloud out all the wonderful things. At the forefront was the guilt, the aching regret about what happened to Nero, of leaving him on the orphanage steps. It tore you up inside like razor blades, so very painful and absolutely unyielding. 

You slowly rose to your feet, turning towards the Son of Sparda with small steps and watching as his gaze lowered toward the ground. He didn’t dare look up at you as you approached, chest rising and falling with shallow breaths and hands shaking at his side. Vergil had never looked this way to you before, so lost and filled with absolute emotion. It reminded you of how V had acted in the Qliphoth tree, the desperate pleas and the guilty torment of knowing that he would have to leave you at the end of his mission. God, you were so grateful for getting a chance to know that side of him, to love his human half in its entirety before it eventually returned. Those moments were so precious, to witness the vulnerable things he tucked away behind all that anger and pride...All Vergil had wanted was someone to save him, to be loved and cherished like any other person wanted too. And you had more than enough love to give, leaving no room for anger or grudges left behind from past mistakes.

When he spoke, his voice came out low and hoarse, its tone and cadence barely managing to whisper over the Void’s howl, “Why...Why did you choose to remember? He...He could have made you happy, could have given you back the man who knew how to cherish you. But you...you…”

You ignored the question, sliding both hands through his slicked back, white hair and lingering there for a few moments while he breathed faster. Tension was there in his trembling shoulders, in the way those icy blue eyes stared down at the ground and refused to look away. You could feel it now, those walls he kept up for so long bending under the weight of regret, of truth and long desired affections. What point was there in fighting things now? At the end of the day he could no longer hide what he wanted anymore, could no longer hide behind the shield of indifference or spite. All that could possibly remain now was guilt and regret, of self loathing that had seeded itself deep inside since the moment his mother had died. Vergil had so many reasons to hate himself, for things that weren’t even his fault, and for things that didn’t matter anymore. All that mattered was leaving those mistakes behind, remembering the good things and striving to do better.

He had that ability inside of him, you knew he did. The ability to change, to atone for his sins. 

“Why?” Vergil continued to ask, breathing growing more and more ragged as you lowered yourself in front of his hunched form, both hands cupping his chilled cheeks and forcing his tormented gaze to rise up to meet you. There was agony in its depths, denial and confusion that made your heart ache so terribly, “All I’ve ever done is hurt you…! I...hurt everyone, took from everyone--V could have given you everything you wanted, without the things that make me who I am.”

You rested your forehead against his, tears forming on your lashes like dew drops and dripping in crystalline droplets onto his thighs. You could feel it when his breath hitched again, sounding like he tried so hard not to cry.

“...We don’t have to hurt anymore,” You whispered, voice soft and just as ragged as his own. Both hands rested on his chest, smoothing over the lines of his vest and feeling his heart race through the fabric, “That man who made me so happy is a part of you, Vergil...It was that same part of you that brought me so much happiness in Fortuna, that you buried under the fear of vulnerability. You made mistakes, we both did...All I want now is to move on from them, to be happy with you, with Nero--we owe that to him after all he’s endured.”

You felt his jaw clench at the mention of Nero, knowing exactly what went through his head. Your child, shivering in the cold and wailing for parents who were both gone, a little boy growing up thinking that he had no family, that they  abandoned him without a second thought--then as an adult, having his arm ripped off by the man he learns to be his father, left bleeding on the garage floor in pain. Years and years of not knowing, of aching to learn who his family was, then one strolls in and literally takes a whole limb. The agony that must have caused, and now...now there was still more to learn, the truth hovering so close and the boy didn’t even know it. All those things had been mistakes, yes, but it was Vergil who had to own up to them, who had to learn and try to do better. And that had to be the hardest part, to learn from one’s mistakes and not sink into the pit of self-loathing to cope. 

You let out a slow breath, trying to gather your words through the storm of guilt and emotions that still carried from the regained memories. Each breath felt like ice, words coming out hoarse yet firm as you told the son of Sparda, “You...You have to let those things go, Vergil, you have to talk to your son...Please...please. Please don’t leave us again, learn from what has happened and do better.”

We both can do better. For all of us.

You heard him swallow audibly, hands clenched into fists at his side as Vergil fought every ounce of instinct he had built up over the years. To hide his emotions away, to swallow them down and feel nothing but resentment and anger like it would somehow protect him. Self loathing was at its core, the final wall of his defenses once everything was gone. At the end of the day you knew that Vergil needed to learn how to be happy, to live with the things he had done and make reparations for them as best he could. Protecting others, doing things for the sake of good and not greed...those parts of him were real and tangible, you had held them in your arms once, kissed them with tender lips. They had been true and filled with so much emotion, and they wouldn’t just go away at a swipe of the Yamato.

Vergil finally looked up to meet your gaze, the faintest hint of tears clinging to his grey lashes as you swiped them away with your thumb. It was still so odd to see so much emotion on his face, torment obvious and out in the open.

“...How can you still love me after all of that?” He whispered incredulously at the look you wore, one of deep adoring and exhaustion as you continued to cup his cheeks, “I...I don’t understand. I don’t deserve it.”

His words made your heart ache terribly, thudding away in your chest like a caged bird trying to be free. Vergil’s was pounding too, closer to hard fists on steel walls of a person trying so desperately to escape a deep agony.  

You stared into his eyes as steadily as you could, voice coming out soft and reassuring as you explained, “Because love isn’t about deserving it or not, it’s about feeling emotion... and acknowledging it without running away,” You reached down, threading your fingers with the trembling digits of his own and giving a light squeeze, “Vergil Sparda is meant to be mine, and I don’t want anything else but that...I want to be with the one I was made for, and...that person is you.”

You broke me, and I broke you...I think we’re done breaking each other, aren’t we?

All that was left was to pick up the pieces.

You were shocked when Vergil’s arms pulled you against him hard, wrapped around your waist and squeezing as he buried his face against your shoulder. You could feel his ever breath, hear it rattle and shake with rasping sobs that had ached so desperately to be free this whole time. God, it felt good to finally be held by him again, every precious memory returned and emotions so very raw. You could feel them now, everything he had bottled up inside pouring out like water from a shattered glass. How it must have felt to finally acknowledge so many years of repressed emotion, to embrace someone without the heavy shackles of pride or hesitation. You embraced him back with accepting arms, eyes squeezing shut at the relief that came with being with the one you loved again. Whole and complete, just as tender as when he was V yet somehow more bittersweet. 

This was everything you had craved without even knowing it. 

You pressed kiss after kiss to his neck and shoulder, breaths slowing and the hollow ache in your heart finally fading at his touch. He was so strong, body holding fast against yours and the lines of it so very familiar. The storm inside was familiar too, you an anchor for the son of Sparda when he needed it most. 

“...I…” Vergil whispered after some time, voice low and hesitant as he swallowed back some of his emotion. You could feel his arms squeeze tighter, face pressed to your neck as he admitted, “I...I love you...Even back then, when I left, you...I thought about you the entire time I was on the ferry, yet I just...just…”

Forgot. That was the Outsider’s doing, wiping Vergil’s memory so that when you returned he could be punished without any complications. You let out a soft breath, leaning back to touch your forehead to his once again just as the portal started forming underneath you--crystalline hands curled upwards, gently wrapping around your forms as the Void’s hollow wailing grew louder and louder. As if saying goodbye, crying out in mourning for something that it felt like it was losing. Even if he wasn’t visible, you could feel the Outsider watching you both, his trepidation like a tangible force that filled the empty skies of the Void like thick, hovering storm clouds. He was afraid for you, he was lonely and alone. But you would not be leaving for good--even with the dark memories it carried, the empty blackness was a part of you, and so was the black-eyed God who resided there. You would return again someday, after having a chance to heal.

“I know,” You whispered to Vergil, feeling the Void’s howl ringing sharply in your ears as it started to fall away, “It’s over now, that pain is over. Let’s go home, and see our son.”

~~~

~Four Months Later~

You could tell it was still in the early hours of the morning, the sun barely peeking through the curtains of your bedroom in orange, pink colored hues. Warm--everything felt warm now, safe and comforting as you had sought for so long. More than anything, things felt correct, like every missing piece of your puzzle had finally fallen into place. Absolute in its entirety, perfected in its security. The way light air billowed through the windows, making curtains drift in a slow dance of dark blue fabric in the direction of your bed--Vergil’s arm wrapped around your form, his steady heartbeat under your ear and the warmth he shared with your body. You couldn’t remember the last time you felt peace like this, a rightness that seemed to fill up your form like honeyed milk and bringing with it a sleepy peacefulness that made it incredibly difficult to rise for the day. Then again, you were a better morning person than the son of Sparda, who would no doubt awaken surly and annoyed as he usually did.

So many things had happened in the past few months since you returned from the Void, so many things and so many emotions to work through. You had fallen onto the sand with Vergil by your side, Nero and the others rushing out to meet you in relief and worry at the way you both looked--even more so when you collapsed upon the white haired boy and sobbed, refusing to let go as apology after apology had burst from your lips. Eventually Vergil was able to coax you into letting go, and then...well, you had to tell Nero everything. Every regained memory, every terrible tragedy and all the things you so desperately wanted to say sorry for. He had to know how much he was loved, that you so terribly wanted to stay with him but circumstances never allowed. He listened to it all in wide eyed shock, but you had the feeling that he could sense for a long time that there was something that tied you both together, something neither of you could understand until now.

You were telling the truth, and he couldn’t very well deny that. His best friend had been his mother all along, and that was a lot to take in. He was struggling with the knowledge, but not as much as the fact that he wasn’t abandoned for being a half demon, that his mother went through so much terrible tragedy and died on the steps of Fortuna’s orphanage. All those years of searching and filling himself with questions and resentment, all of it for nothing. His mother had come back eventually, and that whole time he thought himself the older one, like he was meant to protect her like a little sister. Things had become such a mess, weaved together in chaotic knots that took a solid hour to weave with Kyrie there to support Nero while he absorbed it all. You were shocked to see that this info was somehow a relief to him, and even more so when he embraced you like a mother as if it was somehow the easiest thing in the world...like he had wanted nothing more. 

Mind you, Nico was in absolute shock about all of this--she kept staring in slack jawed awed at you and Vergil, unable to wrap her head around any of it. You, one of her closest friends, had given birth to a punk like Nero? How the hell was such a thing supposed to make sense?

Naturally, the very next thing Nero did was punch Vergil square in the jaw.

Both you and Dante had to hold the hot-tempered devil hunter back as he shouted curses at his father, railing into him for everything he had done to you and all the pain he caused. All his childhood questioning, all the pain--if Vergil hadn’t been such a dick so much suffering could have been avoided. You protested in between that things were fine, that it was in the past, but the son of Sparda didn’t say a word, didn’t fight back for once. Her merely sat on the ground where he had landed after the blow, rubbing his jaw with one hand and staring blankly at the ground. He was trying so hard, you could tell--sorrow lingered in the depths of his icy blue eyes, mingling with self-loathing as Nero reiterated back all the terrible things he had done and what a terrible person it made him. You wanted to stop him, but...Nero deserved to speak his mind, and Vergil had reparations to make.

After some firm discussions on the matter, you and Vergil agreed that it would be best to stay at Devil May Cry while things settled down, to find an outlet for the son of Sparda that would actually let him help people. Kyrie and Nico were both disappointed that you’d be moving, as were the children, but...right now was a sensitive time for Vergil, one where you were too nervous to let him be around things that would only make him feel worse. Until his head was sorted out, Fortuna was too much of a terrible memory for you both to literally live in the location of, and staying at Devil May Cry would be for the best until that was sorted out.

Regardless, the next few months passed somewhat peacefully. You and Vergil joined Devil May Cry, and set about fixing Redgrave City and rescuing any survivors still trapped inside. There were buildings to be fixed, roads that needed repairing, and broken families that needed to come back together. You knew this would be hard on Vergil too, but it was absolutely necessary that he try to make up for all the terrible things he had done. Every life taken in his pursuit of power would weigh on him for a while, and that wasn’t going to change any time soon, but...this did help. It was a while before the son of Sparda wasn’t listless anymore, that you could get more emotion from him that wasn’t guilt or regret. Mind you, Dante being irritating did help with that, but even he was worried the first few months when he would taunt Vergil and get nothing but sadness from his brother.

The surly man had been through too much trauma, seen too much. Having you by his side was his only anchor for a long time.

Which led back to present day, you wrapping a leg around his waist and letting out a heavy sigh of impatience when Vergil still slept soundly. You would think that someone like him, all pride and silly rules, would be much better about getting up in the morning. Instead, he was somehow worse than Dante, all annoyed grunts and exhausted stares as he dragged himself downstairs for a cup of coffee or tea. At least Dante would come down sleepy but cheerful, usually around noon or one o'clock in search of day old pizza. You knew trying to wake the son of Sparda up would not be an easy task, but you knew that there would be missions today that needed preparations--Nero and Nico would be joining you, after all, and there was nothing more exciting than the idea of spending time with your son.

You hummed softly, slowly rising from where you lay against his side and sitting up on Vergil’s lap with mischief in your gaze. It was surprising--he had taken months to get used to sleeping next to you without jolting awake in defensive positions, and even longer to get used to you touching him. So the fact that you could now settle your entire weight on his waist and place your hands on his chest was a pleasant show of how far he had come. Christ, he was such a beautiful man--those grey lashes were resting against his cheeks, face peaceful and calm in rest with messy hair and kissable lips. You could have stared at the hard line of his jaw for hours, wanting nothing more than to nibble it with your teeth and smooch for hours on end. Such a hard urge to resist, especially considering that he definitely should have been awake right now to start getting ready.

He stirred a little bit when you leaned forward, kissing a slow line from his shoulders and neck to that jaw you had been admiring so much. He was so very warm, and hard by the feeling of him pressing against your ass. It would be fairly hard to stay asleep with you rubbing on him like that, worshiping his chest with your mouth and hands while he stirred just a little bit more. There was no denying that low, rumbling hum of sound that came from his chest, peaceful expression shifting into something far grumpier as he stretched out under your hips. Reminiscent of a mighty panther waking with a low growl, eyes still not opening even as you leaned your face against his neck and gently bit where a vein pulsed steadily under the skin. 

You weren’t surprised by the low rumble of his voice under your ear, sounding incredibly tired and slightly grumpy as he groused, “I thought you agreed only to awaken me early for emergencies, brat.”

There had been some sort of agreement--but you were a little too distracted to remember it, tongue sliding up his warmed skin with a soft purr of, “But it is an emergency, my heart...I’ll simply perish without your help.”

You were being a bit cheeky this morning, feeling a surge of mischief and glee when his hips couldn’t help but shift slightly underneath yours. That pressure had to be a bit constricting on his cock right about now, but you weren’t getting much of a reaction out of him yet--he never did fall for your dramatic claims.

“Oh?” Vergil murmured, eyes still not opening as you bit down on his left earlobe, heartbeat quickening in your chest as he continued on, “Will you now? You certainly have a lot of energy for someone close to perishing.”

That last word turned into a bit of a grunt when you purposely rubbed yourself against his cock, feeling its hard length shift and squeeze between your bodies. To be honest, this was probably doing you in more than him, that firm pressure on your clit making you moan breathily and lean against his form like a cat in heat. Your panties did nothing to sully the friction, arousal making its home in your abdomen and pooling warmth down into your core like melting honey. Vergil was certainly able to catch your mood, letting out an amused rumble of sound when you breathed heavily against his neck, rutting against his cock again with absolutely no shame. Honestly, a past version of you might have been embarrassed to act like this, especially with someone as prideful as the Son of Sparda. But you well enough by this point that he wasn’t phased by your unabashed desire--rather he enjoyed when you gave him this kind of attention, like it stroked his ego.

It definitely did. 

“Vergil…” You whined, wrapping both arms around his neck and pressing your entire body against his when he purposely tilted his head to the side as if feigning sleep, “Don’t be mean--I let you sleep longer today that I did yesterday.”

He chuckled lightly at that, finally cracking one eye open to stare at you in his typical, superior sort of way. Honestly, you were a bit dazed for a moment at how handsome he was, white hair a tousled mess on his pillow and lips curving into a bemused little smirk at the desperate expression on your face. Vergil had a special way of looking absolutely, arrogantly smug, especially when he knew how badly you wanted it. But he was also weak to your pleading, and even more so with you all over him and looking so very tempting in just a tank top and some panties--he’d be a foolish man to refuse you in even the most dire situations, although he had to get his fun in somewhere.

The half-demon clicked his tongue, head tilting back and eyes closing again as he replied to you in a purposely sleepy tone, “Maybe you should ask me nicely, doll, and I’ll think about indulging you.”

You bit your lip, knowing full well he wasn’t about to walk around aroused for the better part of the morning, especially not with work to do and especially not while meeting with your son. But it would be silly of you to call him on that bluff, especially since he was prideful enough to prove you wrong just for the hell of it. And quite frankly, you’d lose out far more than him with such a foolish game.

A sigh left your lips, body falling limply against his in a show of defeat, “...Please?” You murmured softly, chin resting on his chest as you stared at him imploringly, “Please, Vergil?” 

His smirk widened at that, showing his pearly white teeth in accompaniment with his equally smug reply, “You could always try calling me ‘sir’ just to sweeten it a bit, brat.”

“Now you’re just pushing it.”

It warmed you thoroughly when your huffed reply made the half-breed laugh, the sound sleepy and smooth as he finally yielded and wrapped both arms around your form. It felt so good to be held by him, your body made to fit against the hard lines of his own. the sensation only grew deeper when he rolled over to press you into the bed, mouth catching your lips in a deep kiss and hands holding him up on either side of your head. Whatever grumpiness that plagued him upon waking faded away with your tongue stroking over his, breaths mingly and hips pressed against each other in a slow grind. You’d be hard pressed to miss his desire now, especially with him rutting it against your wet heat in those slow, deep presses that made your breath catch in desperation. Christ, you were needy--and he absolutely adored that about you, wanted to indulge every chance he got, even if it meant teasing you a bit first.

You were panting when his mouth slipped to your jaw, a growl in his throat while he kissed a line down to your chest and lingered there for a moment. You practically trembled when one hand tugged up your tank top, those kissable lips latching onto one nipple and making your hips rise at the slow, purposeful suction he gave. Christ, his tongue...he was merciless this morning, absolutely ruthless. The half breed swirled the wet appendage over the sensitive bud in his mouth, making you whimper and fist his hair with both hands. So sensitive in the morning, becoming a writhing mess under his ministrations in a matter of seconds. He let out a satisfied hum, blue eyes looking up at you from under his lashes as he released your breast with a hollow pop, moving onto the next.

You were already drenched by that point, anymore foreplay absolutely not needed, but that wasn’t stopping Vergil. He would willingly draw this out hours if you had it, bringing you to the edge of orgasm over and over again without satisfaction, until you were sobbing with need. And then he would be the opposite other days, literally making you come over and over until you were begging to stop, until the overstimulation was too much. Unfortunately, today offered very little time with all the plans in mind, so he could only get his fun in short intervals. Honestly, you could have taken two of him with how aroused just the morning wanting had made you, and that was plainly obvious when the half-breed tugged your panties down your legs, tossing them to somewhere in your room.

You practically sobbed with need as he plunged his fingers into your sheath, the slide easy and wet as he tested your resistance, finding absolutely none. Your toes curled into the bed sheets, head tilted back as he kissed along your neck and jaw with those fingers working below. Curling inside, searching for any sweet points and making slick, lewd sounds with every thrust. You could only squirm, at his mercy and trembling with a building orgasm in your lower half. God, why were you always so sensitive? He had just barely started and you felt already inches away from coming on his fingers, hips rising to meet him as a desperate moan left your parted lips. No wonder he could overstimulate you so god damn easily--without edging you would just orgasm easily without much work at all.

“Ahhh...ahhh...g-god, please--” You whimpered against his neck, hips rolling against his hand as you squeezed your eyes shut, “Vergil...Vergil I’m so--”

“Already?” The son of Sparda murmured, stilling his fingers and chuckling at that half-choked sound of desperation you made in response, “I thought you were made of sterner stuff than that, doll.”

You weren’t really in the mood to be prideful today, his teasing barely registering with you as the feeling of that orgasm started to dull. It was so very disappointing when his digits left your throbbing insides, a trail of slick following them as proof of your arousal. That might have been a bit embarrassing if you had any shame left, but that wasn’t really the case after everything you had been through with this man. The son of Sparda seemed pleased, icy blue eyes lingering on his fingers before drawing them into his mouth, tasting your essence as he leaned back to gaze over your form with a hint of adoration in their depths. The way Vergil looked at you, lingering on each scar and left over wound from battles past...it made you heart only ache more, body desperate for his affections and warming further as you stared back with a pleading expression of your own.

 Luckily enough for you, Vergil seemed to be far more merciful today, placing both hands on your thighs and pushing them back and apart. You bit your lip, knees up to your chest and held there right where your legs bent with his strong hands. So exposed, spread nicely for him and ready to be taken. The half-breed gave you a look that told you not to move your limbs in the slightest, letting go so he could pull down the thin, cotton dress pants hiding his length from your eyes. You could have moaned when the hard appendage slipped free, precum already beading on the tip smeared away by his thumb and looking so damn perfect for you and you alone. God, he was beautiful everywhere, cock lengthy enough to press deep inside and thick enough to spread you without hurting too much. And with how aroused you were, it would be absolutely painless, your body practically aching to suck him inside and feel each stroke along your inner walls. 

Vergil didn’t seem keen on waiting any longer either, pressing the tip against your folds and sucking in a breath as he stroked over your clit for a few seconds, just savoring the wet warmth. You were trembling, toes curling with anticipation and heart pounding quickly in your chest when he finally pressed it against your throbbing entrance, Vergil gritting his teeth at the way your body molded around his length. A perfect fit, his cock slipping easily inside and buried deep in a matter of seconds. Your eyes rolled back a bit in your skull at the feeling of his tip brushing your cervix, filling you up entirely and leaving not a single inch that wasn’t being touch by him. You had no doubt that he could feel your every breath, every shift of muscle as you fought the urge to rut against him as the desperation grew higher.

“G-god, please…” You whimpered, shuddering when he leaned over your form and pressed both hands to your legs again to press them back. The movement shifted his cock inside, burying it just a bit deeper and making you gulp in a quick breath of air, “F-fuck...fuck…”

“So crass, my doll,” Vergil hissed, voice breathless as he leaned down to nip at your neck again, “You’re absolutely drenched...you must have really worked yourself up this morning.”

That was certainly an understatement. When he slid his cock out of your throbbing sheath it was a wet slide, plunging back in with a wet sound that seemed overly loud in the quiet of your bedroom. A choked whimper left your lips at the pace he began to set, wasting no time in being gentle with you with how obviously you wanted it. Your hands blindly reached for him in the mess of sensations scattering your thoughts, one wrapped around his neck and the other burying itself in his hair as your lips pressed hard together in the next instant. Vergil always kissed you the same way when you made love, like he was starving and you were the first meal he was allowed in so many years. You could only hang on as his cock plunged in and out below, roughly pressing your hips into the bed as each breath mingled desperately between your molding lips and tongues. Desperate, mindless, both seeking pleasure from each other as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

And it was. Vergil felt like home, felt correct in the best way possible. Body to body, legs wrapping around his waist now as he fucked you into the mattress--one hand cupped your warming cheeks, the other bracing himself upwards so he didn’t crush you with his weight. Each soft sound of pleasure that came from his lips was like music, panting gasps or subdued moans that strained with each thrust into your sheath. You loved looking at his face, seeing him come undone with pleasure and lose all composure as he shared his body with you, became vulnerable with you.

You were so close now, his hips grinding against your clit with each thrust. It was quite the sensation, feeling his  cock bumping your cervix every time he buried himself deep inside and feeling so very filled to the brim. The growing orgasm was coming much faster than you thought it would, your body still just as sensitive and absolutely trembling as it pushed for that pleasure like your life depended on it. Christ, how would you be able to work after this? He was so easily making a mess out of you, and something about that was absolutely tantalizing. Not that he was any better--you could already tell he was getting close too, the son of Sparda burying his face against your neck and body tense as he ground himself inside of you with a desperation that was starting to match your own.

“Y/N...fuck…” He hissed, voice low and breathless as he pressed his mouth to your skin, words slightly muffled as he moaned, “You feel so good, I can’t--fuck--”

You couldn’t even form a reply other than a wordless moan of your own, head tilted back and eyes squeezed shut as your orgasm started to crest. It throbbed through your insides, hips jolting upwards as a half sobbed cry of release left your lips and your body clenched around him like a vise. The half-breed grit his teeth, the tightening around his cock sending him to his own peak shortly after. His hips stuttered in their thrusts, a hoarse groan muffled against your skin as he buried himself deep to fill you up with his load. You could have melted at the feeling of him spilling inside, body going limp with satisfaction and toes curling into the mattress as you rode out the storm of pleasant sensations. Warm, thick, and so very deep--making love to him felt so perfect, and getting to have him again and again was more than you ever thought you’d be allowed. Bad memories, pain, suffering...they couldn’t have been further from you both at that moment, quietly coming down from your orgasms in the safety of your bedroom.

You don’t know how much time passed with you there, Vergil’s body pressed to your own but careful not to crush you with his weight. The throb of pleasure was quieting now into a warm glow, limbs limp and body deliciously spent as you let out a soft, contented sigh. An ideal way to spend your day involved staying like this with him for hours, maybe longer, and getting to enjoy each other as much as you wanted. That wasn’t likely today, but it still felt nice to lie there for a few moments, sharing warmth and listening to both heartbeats slow to something far more tame. Your fingers idly traced patterns on his relaxing back muscles, your other hand in his hair and gently stroking the slightly damp locks out of his face. You could feel him melt under your touch, breathing evening out considerably and eyes closing as he savored the comfort of your affections for just a bit longer.

He never wanted to stop feeling them. And neither did you.

You expected him to pull back as he always did, to kiss you on the lips and remark upon how you should probably start getting ready. Instead, you were surprised when he let out a soft breath, tone low and uncharacteristically gentle as he wrapped both arms around your spent form.

“I love you,” He murmured, stroking one hand up into your hair and pressing a tender kiss to your jaw, “Thank you...for loving me, for...choosing me.”

Your breath caught at his words, that familiar pang of emotions squeezing your heart as you recognized the vulnerability and hesitation in his tone. Even after four months, you could feel how each past mistake weighed upon the son of Sparda, making him feel undeserving of you, undeserving of anything. No doubt Nero’s constant reminders weren’t helping with that, nor did the Outsider’s trials all that time ago. You wished that there was more that could be done to ease his pain, but knew that the only way that he could change for the better was to embrace the mistakes and do better in the future. He was, after all, half human.

So you wrapped both arms around his neck, heart beating faster in your chest as you pressed your face to his silvery-white hair and smiled softly, voice absolutely truthful in your reply to the son of Sparda.

“I love you too--and I will always choose you.”

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A Heart That Needs Two

Summary: Dorothy and Makoto both are after Laurent’s heart. Laurent is very much aware, their advances aren’t a secret, but he can’t bring himself to choose. Makoto and Dorothy come up with a solution.

Notes: first time writing a ship dynamic like this, also happy Valentines. AU where Dorothy is with TC

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Laurent hid himself in Cythina’s room. Today was valentines. He knew two certain people would be looking for him, so he hid in Cythina’s room, his room was too obvious. He wasn’t exactly sure what was going to happen, fearing he might be forced to picked.

“How much longer are you going to avoid them?” Cythina asked.

“Until this holiday is over.” Laurent plopped himself onto a love seat in her room.

She shook her head, throwing a box of chocolates to him, from the pile of gifts she received.

It was no secret to the whole Team Confidence that both Dorothy and Makoto were after Laurent. It was no secret Laurent liked them both, but couldn’t bring himself to chose.

Since Dorothy and Laurent had broken up, a few years back, their realtionship as friends started to build itself back up. They got to actually know each other, in a more healthy way. Through that healthy build up, Dorothy found herself falling for Laurent for real this time, feeling like she could love him, and not forcing herself just cause he loved her.

A few years went by and Makoto joined the team. Makoto wasn’t stupid, he knew his father was doing something else on his so called “business” trips. Soon he was introduced to TC, and given his a chance to prove himself in a con. Much to Oz’s dismay, Makoto begged him to allow him to join. Of course Miki smacked her husband when she found out he had allowed Makoto to join.

Makoto and Laurent’s dynamic was just natural. They worked well, they bounce off of each other. Makoto found himself admiring everything about the Belgian man. From 3 years since Makoto joined the team, he had fully fallen for Laurent.

Laurent was in a dilema. Dorothy was his first love, it be foolish to say he didn’t still love her. He was hoping they would be able to try again as they grew closer as friends. However, the addition of Makoto threw a wrench into his plan. He didn’t expect to connect to the Japanese man so fast. He didn’t expect their dynamic would be so natural. Something about Makoto drew him in. Before Laurent knew it, he had fallen for Makoto, but his feelings for Dorothy were still strongly there.

Cythina threw a pillow at Laurent, snapping him out of his daze.

“Dorothy texted me asking if I’ve seen you” she held up her phone.

Laurent sighed “of course she did”

“Oh look Makoto just sent me a text asking me the same thing” she checked her messages

“You’re telling me to just suck it up huh?” Laurent asked

“Yes. You can’t avoid them forever.” She told him bluntly “no matter how hard you try to avoid it, you’re going to have to talk to them”

Laurent sighed slowly getting up “I don’t want to hurt either of them”

“Love is a risk Laurent. You know that more then anyone. Just do what you think is best”

Laurent nodded slowly leaving her room. He walked into the living, to find Makoto and Dorothy in the kitchen together. They both looked at him and smiled.

“Laurie!!” Dorothy ran over and hugged him “we’ve been looking for you everywhere, were you hiding from us? Meanie” she pouted

Laurent chuckled hugging her back “no, I was just chatting with Cythina”

Makoto came over handing Laurent a cup of coffee “beans I got in Colombia, hope you like them”

“If you picked them im sure they’re wonderful soybean” Laurent winked and took a sip of the coffee. Laurent couldn’t help but smile, Makoto knew how Laurent liked his coffee.

“Edamame and I were thinking the three of us can hang out on the beach. It’s such a nice day to be outside” Dorothy tugged at his arm.

Laurent looked at her, seeing how big and brightly she smiled at him. How can he say no?

An hour later, the trio were on the beach together. Dorothy wore a pink bikini with a cute sun hat she had gotten in France. Makoto wore his red swim trucks with a lose white tank top. Laurent wore just his blue trucks, his sunglasses resting on his head.

Dorothy dragged Laurent into the water while Makoto finished setting up. Dorothy started to splash him laughing, resulting in Laurent chasing her to splash her back. Makoto sat in the shade watching the two.

“Edamame! Join us!!” Laurent waved

“I’m good thanks” Makoto said

Dorothy and Laurent looked at each other, an evil grin spreading across both their faces. The two dashed over and picked up Makoto. Dorothy grabbing his legs, and Laurent picking him up from the torso.

“WAIT NO”

The two swung the soybean back and forth, counting down from 5 together. On one, they flung Makoto into the water. Makoto went flying, his screaming cut off by the splash into the water.

He popped his head out coughing, Laurent and Dorothy laughing their asses off.

“YOU ASSHOLES!” Makoto splashed them both.

Dorothy pushed Laurent back in, using him as a shield.

“HEY!” Laurent yelled, enduring all of Makoto’s splashes

Dorothy held onto Laurent’s back laughing. Makoto charged at them both, and jumped at Laurent, knocking all of them over.

The trio fell back into the shallow area, all laughing as small tides washed over them.

Dorothy and Makoto laid on opposite ends of Laurent, both draping their arms across his chest. Laurent had both his arms wrapped around them. He looked down at both of them, he smiled widely. How could he even chose?

They all sat up, Dorothy locking eyes with Makoto, both nodding at each other.

“Laurie, we have something to tell you”

A knot tighten in Laurent’s stomach. He knew what was coming.

“You probably know Dorothy and I both have feelings for you.” Makoto said.

Laurent nodded, gulping down the lump in his throat. He looked back between the two, how can he chose? Who should he chose? Why was it him who had to pick?

“And well..the two of us have been talking a lot” Dorothy explained. She reached off and held Makoto’s hand “and...neither of us wants to give you up to the other”

Laurent’s heart was racing. He couldn’t handle the thought of losing either of them.

“So we decided” Makoto looked at him. “That if it’s ok with you and if you’re comfortable with it, if we can both date you.”

“Look...Makoto, Dorothy I-“ Laurent cut himself off, did he hear Makoto right? “Wait I’m sorry what?”

“We both want to date you” Makoto explained

“At the same time” Dorothy smiled

Laurent looked between the two, a bit confused

“Again! This is only if you’re ok with the idea” Dorothy told him “we’ve already talk about it, and the two of us are ok with sharing you, but this is also your choice Laurie. We don’t want to push you into something you’re not comfortable with” she explained

Laurent took a moment to take it all in. “What about the two of you? Are you two also going to be? You know?”

“No” Makoto said “we talked about that but we don’t like each other that way.”

Laurent nodded and took a deep breathe. He didn’t expect this at all. The two looked at him waiting an answer. He didn’t have to chose. He didn’t mind, it was worth a shot, it didn’t hurt to try.

“And you two are hundred precent sure you’re ok with this?” Laurent asked

“Yes” they both said at the same time.

Laurent smiled and nodded “ok”

A big smile spread across Dorothy’s face. Blush spread across Makoto’s face, smiling like a dork. The two pushed the Belgian man down and pecked at his cheeks smiling.

Laurent chuckled wrapping an arm around Dorothy’s waist and another across Makoto’s shoulder. He looked at the sky smiling wondering where this will lead them.

That day was 5 years ago.

Laurent woke up in a king size bed. He felt two bodies smushed against him. On his left, Makoto was curled up to his side, on his right, Dorothy was against him, the rest of her body sprawled out as she snored.

Laurent carefully untangled himself from the two of them. He carefully got up, trying hard to not wake neither of his partners.

Heading to the kitchen, he started breakfast. Their house in France had a nice view of the village they lived in. Laurent felt their cat rubbed against his leg, before it went back to its cat post.

As he set the table, Laurent looked at the two rings on his finger. He smiled and brought his hand to his lips, placing a soft kiss on each ring.

He felt two arms wrap around him. Without having to look he already knew who it was.

“Morning soybean” Laurent held his hands.

“Morning..” Makoto lazily pecked at his back, then pulling away to go make some coffee.

Dorothy stumbled into the kitchen still half asleep. She drug herself to Laurent, falling onto his chest.

“Morning sunshine” Laurent pecked her head.

Dorothy grumbled a good morning, clinging to his chest. She looked at him, eyes still half closed “happy anniversary..” she yawned

Makoto came back handing Laurent his coffee and pecking his cheek “happy anniversary”

Laurent smiled, putting his coffee down and pulled Makoto into his hold as well “happy anniversary my loves”

[coeurlkin]

Zealot, part one.

(an excerpt from a recent scene, featuring @fyrrdetelemagna) C'lai Nunh had chosen to travel once again through Ala Mhigo, in search for nuggets of imprinted techniques upon what feint remnants of aether existed. This time, he had followed a trail through meditation and communion... and the whispers had brought him to this place. The wind howled both distant and close... the occasional gust blown throughout the far chasm into the area with an imposing vigor. The flow of aether was stronger than in other places... and so, here is where C'lai chose to perform his meditating kata. With blades extended, each breath calling forth the very same wind... each step, like the call of thunder, aether manifesting in these two forms danced along the hulking miqo'te's kata, his martial poise as if enchanting the very flow of the elements to his grasp; the air motioned along with him, as if but a prolonging of his limbs, caressing the grass and making it sway with its stirring... lightning dancing erratically, as if trailing behind the man's blades and upper limbs. The air was charged with such aetheric forces, as if flowing through the man in conductive fashion... An aetheric meditating kata, bearing martial moves at imaginary foes. At the end of each one, a violent, yet controlled discharge - for such was the goal of the exercise... pristine control. What instability oozed from the releases, charred portions of the grass and dirt as jolts struck them; but these were like small grey and black dots spread about the chosen field.

Wyra'to Mhakaracca approaches slowly from the brush, announcing his presence by way of a slow clapping of his hands. It was always in these places which he'd find somebody lurking, somebody imitating the things he himself had gone through in his years... A form he recognised. C'lai was the mans name, the selfsame man he'd encountered within the ancient halls of the Schism over a summer ago. "Well, well, ain' we gettin' all fancy now, hm?" The clapping continued, the Keeper's tone oozing with what could pass for contempt. "Didn' expect t'see yuh wid Master Tigre, but now yer 'ere as well? Seems y'always end up lurkin' aroun', don'cha? but das what yer kinds good at, ain' it? Lurkin'." Step after step brings him closer until he comes to a stop atop one of the old slabs, bending one knee and leaning forwards onto it. "Y'talked alot 'bout lackin' gifts, but I'on think das th' case..."

C'lai Nunh's concentration brought to an abrupt halt by the incoming presence's voice, his kata ceasing, and arms slowly lowering as he turns his eyes at the other; focusing his attention upon the Keeper who bore a frame forged, too, for war. All senses had branded their perception of the man into memory, brows furrowing slightly at the words first spoken. His ears sharpened and tail curled briefly at the tip. He'd lift his chin proudly, retorting: "You tell me, whose kin lurrrks in the shadows of the Night, underrr dimmest manifestation of Azeyma's light." - he'd side smile lightly, a small huff through his nostrils: "Alas, the gifts I do have arrre not the blessing of Chakrrras... and as such, unfit forrr the Brrrotherrrhood. Yet you would know this, forrr we have crrrossed morrre than paths..." - the aether still jolted, as if but in a slow trickle attempting to dissipate from the man's grasp. He'd close his eyes then: "Worrrren is a good frrriend... and honourrrs me grrreatly by calling me brrrotherrr, as do otherrrs..." - and even though he said that, his expression was one of self-censure and sorrow.

Wyra'to Mhakaracca continues to speak through his mask, taking his hands away from his knee and rising back up to his full height. Steady, purposeful steps carry him closer to the edge of the cliff, his eyes focused on the horizon - or rather the lack thereof. "Well, das somethin' yer jus' gonn' need t'deal wid den, ain' it? Did y'ever try?" His tone shifts. One of pity. His posture remains unchanged, however, and he elaborates further. "Maybe s'a case'a yer faith wasn' strong enough, or maybe s'a issue wid yer body as th’ vessel, who knows... Dese are th' mysteries we's been left ta unravel, ain' dey?" Both hands move behind his body and clap together as his legs spread some, feet remaining planted firmly on the ground. "What would y'do? Would y'trade everythin' y'ave fer th' chance t'be like th' *Brothers* y'look up ta? Jus' what wouldja give?"

C'lai Nunh would close his eyes... he partly knew the reasons, and Wyra'to touched most of them. He'd keep his eyes on the other as he moved... and side smiled once he finished speaking: "Thinking on 'what woulds' and 'what ifs' is meaningless, and but detrrract focus upon my path. The legacy of my Arrrt is embrrraced... and with it, the achievement of enlightenment thrrrough the Sanctity of Combat." - he'd look towards the foggy horizon: "The Destrrroyerrr has given me anotherrr path, even if that not of the Fists. I would be ungrrrateful, werrre I not to see value in His trrrials." - he'd then look at Wyra'to: "No, Keeperrr... My path... My Arrrt, is my own, torrrn between the whims of two deities. Even if I could gaze upon the chance of Chakrrras... such desirrres arrre but a figment of a past long gone, and long accepted."

Wyra'to Mhakaracca keeps himself in place but lowers his voice some, inclining his head by a fraction. "D'ya really think deres nuh meanin' in lookin' at th' Ifs and Buts? If it weren' fer th' first'a us decidin' t'pay 'omage ta 'im Above, none'a us'd be where we are today, aye? If th' first among us didn' wonder 'bout th' *What If?* den th' entire world'd be a very diff'rent place... I understan' wha' yer sayin' though, ye've accepted yer state an' yer doin' what y'can t'make th' most'a it." Wyra’to shifts from his left foot to his right before centering his body off again, taking a deep breath inwards. He holds it, lets it sit in his lungs, lets it fill his body for a while before he pushes it all out. The cycle. Aether to them was like the air that they breathed, and to be starved of it? He couldn't begin to imagine. "We's nuh dat diff'rent, y'know? In dat I's still an' outsider ta dis whole Brother'ood thing... I carry th' sins'a me Mentor wid me until th' day I pass, an' only den will I know if dat were ever enough t'pay penance." The Keeper holds his position for but a moment longer before turning his head, glancing at C'lai. "Well, what wouldja 'ave us do, den?"

C'lai Nunh listened to the other... and though he found disagreement towards the man's words... he saw his view of things. To his Art... to lose focus would spell grievous injury, madness, or death - none of which he sought to attain... Not yet, at least. He'd take in a deep breath, and exhale slow and calm. As he did this, so did the aether move, sequestered by the man's Art of Combat still... He'd then look at the Sky in short contemplation, conclusions from what was said kept to himself, for he had seen stubbornness from the other, and from himself too. None of them would move from their view... and perhaps that is where their firmest similarity resided - opinions and life experiences that grounded them firmly into the beings they were today. He'd close his eyes and side smile: "Fate has brrrought you herrre forrr a rrreason... I say we unfurrrl Nymeia's intent, and answerrr to the Trrrial so carrrefully posed..."

Wyra'to Mhakaracca shakes his head some. "Nuh fate. Choice. I's of th' opinon dat jus' as th' Gods offer us trials, dey offer us choices as well... Y'ad th' choice t'either accept what y'was or t'try an' become somethin' greater. Every one'a us made dat choice, every single one. Some'a us paid more dearly fer it dan others." A slow turn on the spot is followed by a shift of his hands, one coming to rest inside of the other and level with his navel. Crimson and Gold pierced a veil of darkness to gaze directly into C'lai, to gauge him. Judge him, perhaps. "If yer lookin' fer combat? Den I's nuh one t'deny yuh yer chance t'step up an' prove yerself, as is me right t'choose t'engage yuh in dis. Rhalgr 'as offered me th' choice 'ere. Walk away or fight? I's choosin' th' latter." C'lai Nunh would then open his eyes, looking at the other and raising his chin proudly: "Then by all means, exalted Fist... exerrrt thy illusion of frrree will." - he'd then lower his chin, spreading his base, boot scraping the earth underneath him, as his arms adopt his usual martial posture; the same Wyra'to had seen in the Schism: "... Prrray not allow yourrr overrrconfidence to forrrce a step down on my parrrt. I would be rrremiss to taint memorrry of ourrr prrrevious dalliance..." - he'd jab back with his words at the other's perceived arrogance. His demeanour serene... the hulking frame that formed the man tensed, ears sharpening. Tail giving a swing left and right. The blades whose wielding arms crossed in front of the man raged into life, as lightning began brimming in small and wide arcs, from air, into the man's flesh, and along his limbs. The wind began circling in his vicinity, as noted by the motion of the vegetation... Aether and elements responding to the man as if connected in the purest of forms to his body and mind. His emerald hues encircling pale pupils brimming as the usual glimmer intensified. The noise of static and thunder giving their first deafening clarions.

Wyra'to Mhakaracca narrows his gaze and focuses on C'lai. Not just the man, but the gestalt beliefs that made him into what he is. "Free will ain'a illusion, y'truly underestimate th' importance'a what I's said." Regardless, the time had come to be about it. One foot pushed outwards in a semicircular motion through the dirt and grass whilst both his knee's bent, his left leg staying still whilst his right stretched outwards. The Keeper adopted a low stance as his fingers and thumb curled inwards to give his hands the shape of a set of fangs. He too drew upon aether - not solely his own, but rather than around him as his gates flared into life, drawing energies that had been otherwise in a state of quiescence into him. Just like breathing,. In and out. The practiced exertions of a man who was sure of his craft. His body lowers further, the air around his hands blazing into life and taking an all too familiar shape; that of two blazing, sneering coeurlheads. "Come den, let us answer yer question..."

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One Piece Chapter 956 Review

Wano Country Act II is over. It’s time for the next act that promised to be climatic and riveting. Before the chapter release, I had a hunch that perhaps Oda will shift the scene to elsewhere; taking a small break from Wano and begin building up to other world problems. Fortunately, my hunch was spot on, but the development is not what I’ve expected. It’s a whole lot bigger than I anticipated.

The chapter can be considered as intermission report. When it comes world building, leave it to Oda to overwhelm his fans with crazy amount of developments. When you have a chapter titled, “Big News,” it’s going to be far more than a character reference. As soon as the chapter opened up with Fishman Island, it hits me the notion that Reverie is done. It was bad enough that it shifted to Wano Country before the fun began, Oda continue to toy with fans’ expectations. After this chapter, it now occurred to me that Reverie wasn’t going to be full of reveals, but instead, full of secrets.

Garp continues to be the best man from the meeting with his kindness to escort Neptune and his family. They briefly discuss the meeting that can be best described as the usual government misfit or in other words, the usual day at the office. There’s a ruckus between countries’ leaders, which was expected. Funny how Oda drew a Hitler-esque character design for one of the leaders. Even if they join hands, it’s not like they hold back their ill intention. Based on the discussion, Reverie would have left off as a simple debate that has no need to be explored. Then, the real entrée appears with the reported incident that happened soon after it was adjourned, and it involved with Kingdom of Alabasta.

This one got me thinking like crazy. Worst of all, it’s not even addressed what exactly. My best guess is it has something to do with the World Government and Im. I remember vividly that he was carrying the poster of Vivi in his hand; highly foreshadowing his next action revolve with her. Not to mention, when he sat on the throne, we don’t know what he has in mind, but to me, it has to be about Alabasta. What is exactly? I don’t know. I have seen fans speculating Cobra was murdered or Vivi has disappeared. It’s extremely vague and I curse Oda for toying with my head. Not really, but damn, he knows how to temper fans’ feelings.

Morgans has been busy with tons of headline news and there’s no stopping. That is until an assassin, a CP member to be exact, from World Government threatens him to stop or else, well, prepared to die. Shockingly, Morgans is strong enough to beat up an official, so his words will spread on. There’s couple of takeaway from this. One is that he admits that he has spread lies in his news before, yet also decide when not to. You may be thinking, “That’s journalist for you.” You may be right, but the intention is whether to believe the next news is true or not. More on that very soon.

The second is he’s targeted by World Government. In a way, Morgans can be considered as a wild card, where he can report something valuable for us fans, or deceive us for falsified report. I guess you can say he will spoon feed us the plot whether it’s true or false. Lastly, the scene ends with a cliff note of him receiving another news from King Wapol. It could be important or not. Once again, it ended before anything was revealed. Speaking of unrevealed, the news that is spreading across the world is vague for fans, but more importantly, something has happened with Sabo.

There’s two important details to consider. One is Sabo was caught in the midst of Reverie. The last time we last saw him was him trying to sneak in. According to the news, Sabo was reported in a way that upsets the Revolutionary Army. It could mean either he is captured or worse, he’s dead. Going back to Morgans, he stated that he is willing to falsify news for sake of drama that ultimately translate to profit. Dragon wasn’t going to buy it just yet, but it is very alarming. This ploy is tempering the fans’ emotions. While I don’t believe it, it is hitting me with concerns. Poor Koala. Killing a pairing before it sets sailing. No pun intended.

The second important part is the world now knows Sabo is or maybe was alive. It’s why Oda intentionally showcase the world’s reaction towards Sabo. Now, everyone knows. If he returns, this will spark huge news. DoFlamingo can only laugh at the downfall of the world and that’s enough for him to be satisfied. So much for coolest guy ever idea, eh? The report on Sabo is a mystery and very concerning; however, that’s not all what Oda wants to exploit here.

I know I have said, “There’s couple or two” here and there, but there are tons of important key elements in this chapter. It’s mind-blowing to be honest. With that said, there’s more. While sailing with Marines, Coby is seen speaking to someone to update the status of the world and to me, it sounds like we only got a small portion of what transpired from Reverie. Wano Country may not be the focus here, but it doesn’t mean there’s nothing crucial to learn here.

X Drake is confirmed to be a double agent for Marine; the man who is currently speaking to Coby. This blows my mind. I knew somehow the Marines would get involved with this arc and it’s only getting started. Now that he told them about the dangerous alliance of Kaido and Big Mom, they’ll take action. But the surprise doesn’t stop there. Apparently, CP0 member is in Wano Country right now. What the hell? Too much hype. But seriously, who can it be? Lucci? The point is, the Government is now invading Pirate-ruled country. Something huge is going to happen soon. Speaking of huge, there is one huge development. This series can’t rest at all.

I was confused when Coby said he was going to see Hancock and arrest her. This is clearly intentional to leave the fans going, “Huh?” Maybe the explanation would have been the Government learned about her helping Luffy. Then it gets more confusing when a person (nick) name dropped three Shichibukai members. Then, the truth comes out. The Shichibukai System is officially over. Now, that’s how you drop a major development.

The privilege for those pirates is over; like losing an insurance from a newly established law until the next passing. That one marine practically summarized Buggy with one line, “You’re now a lowly pirate.” You can say that again. Hilarious how Buggy acted like the boss, as if he is not intimidated, yet his inner mind is already set to escape, leaving his men to die. That marine fellow really hit the bullseye with that remark.

Mihawk is now targeted, though this excites me because now, he can roam freely. We can expect his involvement sometime later and that has me hyped. Imagine him meeting with Zoro with his new sword, Enma. Whitebeard Jr. is targeted. This is now a really good time to prove his worth. Is he strong as his name should be or is he just a fake, like I still predict he is? Lastly, Hancock is targeted by Coby. I really wonder who is stronger between the two. I wonder if the topic on Luffy will be brought up there. Perhaps it’s a way to excuse her if she somehow loses. So many expectations; the worst Oda can do is off-screen all conflicts. Sadly, I’m prepared for the likely direction.

This chapter was one massive info dump with tons of new developments. This series continue to build its world in a very exciting way, while also developing more excitement lurking within Wano Country. With the mystery of Alabasta and Sabo, along with the end of Shichibukai, it’s hard not be incredibly interested. I should mention about Blackbeard. It appears that he’s ready to recruit someone from former Shichibukai. This series just keeps on giving. Oda is set to obliterate Marineford War Arc, and if this is where he begins to build to that expectation, it’s going to be glorious. What a time for me to return to review.

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Of Farms Fairs And Fame (Last Part)

The fact that I had started this one so long ago, makes me all the happier to know that I actually managed to finish it after all this time lol.

It wasn’t quite dark yet, the sky hung somewhere between a soft indigo and the black of night. At the very bottom of the horizon, Azula could see the last tinges of orange and gold. Soft pops and sparkles danced in various spots in the yard.

“Hey, over here! Pass me one!” Toph shouted.

Azula watched Jet rummage through a cooler and toss Toph a bottle of orange-cream pop. For the most part she had gotten good at sensing where objects were, but this time the bottle fell to the grass and she had to stoop down and feel for it.

Across the way, TyLee was weaving flowers into the hair of Zuko and Mai. Near the treeline Katara was waving a sparkler in front of Aang and waiting for him to try to imitate her motions. A little ways away, on the hill, her father and Iroh were working to set up for the firework display.

Azula herself was seated on one of the picnic tables in her yard with a plate in hand. Three attempts in--the first two being chilly in the middle--later she finally had an edible hotdog on her plate and a boyfriend sitting next to her looking entirely pleased with himself. “Not bad fer my first time on the grill.” He commented.

“Eh, coulda been better.” Azula shrugged.

“Hey!”

Azula smiled at him and picked a slice of watermelon off of her plate.

“I werked hard on them first two.” He added in a mumble.

“Ya sure did, but they still tasted mighty awful.” Azula replied with a shrug.

“No! No! You scram! Git!” She heard her dad hollar from the hilltop. She looked over to see Tom-Tom and a pack of rouge school children rolling down the hill giggling and squealing in delight. Noticing the commotion, Mai stood to retrieve her brother. The boy took off in a wild sprint, leaving Mai groaning as she tried to catch up to that human ball of energy. He darted about, nearly slamming into Zuko and shoving between Suki and Yue. The poor girl was so startled that she dropped her bombpop onto Suki’s toes. “I knew I shoulda worn sneakers, stead’a sandals.”  The girl muttered.

“I got ‘im!” TyLee shouted, darting in Tom-Tom’s direction

Azula wasn’t one for pictures or videos but she turned her camera to follow the mini-frenzy. She was going to miss this brand of small-town chaos. At least the videos would give her something to assure her that she would never lose the feel of it.

Tossing her father’s no pigs at the table rule to the side, she lifted Spade onto the wood. She supposed that picnic tables weren’t the same as dinner tables anyhow. She wondered if she could smuggle him onto the plane.

“Hey!” Chan called from by the picket fence, waving she and Sokka over. “Com’mer fer a moment.”

Azula took Sokka’s hand and led him to where Chan was leaning, plastic cup of pepsi in hand. “Just wanted ta congratulate you fer yer record deal. Yer gonna get to go to them big parties now.” He made a grand sweeping gesture. “You’ll have to invite me ta one a them one day.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Azula replied. Of course she had his request on camera so she would be forgetting it that easily.

She stared out at the rolling open field beyond her fence. She didn’t think she had ever seen so many fireflies. The critters were everywhere floating and drifting lazily like dust motes. They blinked on and off at random intervals. It was yet another thing she was happy to have caught in her lenses.

“Gochya!” She heard TyLee declare as Tom-Tom whined in disappointment and disbelief.

“Praise the lord.” Mai grumbled. “Lil’ demon, that one.”

“Aww, he ain’t no demon.”

“Wanna sip?” Chan offered, drawing her attention back.

“Got my own, thanks.” Azula replied.

“Hey, well, we’re gonna miss you over here.” Chan gestured between he, Ruon-Jian, and the rest of his gaggle of boys. “How ‘bout a toast? Yer dorky boyfren’ can join us too.”

“Dorky!?” Sokka sputtered.

“To makin’ it big.” Chan declared.

Azula tapped her cup against his, hoping that the toast wasn’t premature. Chan gave her a wide smile and a thumbs up. With that and a wave, she set off to meet up with Zuko. It was dark enough for her father to begin setting off the fireworks. She made her way through smoke bombs and dodged stray poppers that Toph was chasing Aang with.

“Get yer teeny butt back here Twinkle Toes, you ain’t afraid of a few sparks are ya?” She teased.

“I kinda am, actually.” Aang confessed as she tossed one at his toes. “Katara, help me!”

Katara tried to stifle a laugh.

“Should we…?” Azula started.

“Nah, Kat can handle Toph. She does it all the time.”

Azula dropped herself onto the blanket Zuko had spread out for he and Mai and patted the ground next to her. “Well. Sit.”

“But ain’t that Zuko’s blanket?” Sokka asked.

Azula thought for a moment, tapping her chin as Spade made himself nice and cozy in her lap. “If he wanted it so bad, then he shouldn’t have left it open.”

TyLee flounced up next them and laid herself, belly-down, on the blanket. “Gee, it sure were nice of Zuko to set up this here blanket for us.”

“I set that up for Mai and I.” He grumbled.

“Finders keepers.” Azula retorted smugly.

“Guess I’m sittin’ in your lap.” Mai declared to her boyfriend.

Ozai waited for the last few to acquire their snacks and gather around. As soon as Iroh and Kya got the children to settle, Ozai lit the first. It sailed into the air with a sparkling gold tail, upon reaching its zenith it burst into a twinkling rain. One after the other, roman candles and bottle rockets spit fire and sparks into the sky. Azula hoped that she would shine as bright as them once she took to the stars. Stroking, Spade’s fur, Azula gazed at her semi-crowded yard. Chan still leaned upon the picket fence, this time facing skyward, occasionally cursing as a scrap of firework floated down into his drink. Tom-Tom was snuggled up in his mother’s arms as she protective shield his ears from the blasts. A few of the older children paid the fireworks little attention as they tried to catch fireflies. And Toph was still chasing Aang all around the yard. Sokka wiggled his way closer, putting his left arm around her and leaned into to press the side of his head against hers.

Colorful flashes illuminated much of the backyard and she thought of how Chan and Jet used to tell ghost stories about wild and unknown creatures dragging party-goers and campers into the forest between sparkling burts. She recalled one summer where Suki had made it her mission to dress up as such a creature and steal Ruon-Jian.

With a gentle fluttering in her belly, Azula wondered if she was going to have another moment like that or like the one she was having now. She wondered if this was going to be the last real summer barbecue she was going to have with her friends and family.

She supposed that she best cherish the moment in full and keep that camera close.

After the firework display a few neighbors began their goodbyes and their promises to come back for the next barbeque. In spurts guests would depart until their crowd dwindled down to a few stragglers and their closest friends and relatives. Soon Mai’s mother left to take Tom-Tom to bed--being it was already far past his normal bedtime--with instructions to Mai to have a safe trip home.

For herself, Azula wandered onto the dock with Spade in her arms and TyLee and Sokka beside her. As always, she dipped her feet into the water, watching fireflies flicker between stalks of catkins. The pond had a more fishy smell even without the summer sun to make the scent worse. She knew that soon Iroh and Ozai would be using it to fish before going to bigger ponds and lakes. That they would soon begin planning their annual camping trip. The same one that allowed she and Zuko to always begin their summer shenanigans--it was just one more small little thing that she would miss.

“Congrats on making it to state.” Azula smiled.

TyLee offered a soft, somewhat somber smile in return. Azula wouldn’t be the only one leaving home for a good while. “I’m gonna miss it here, ya know?”

“Absolutely.” Azula replied.  

TyLee perked back up. “Thanks!” She declared. “For the congrats. I’m really excited, after the whole broken leg thing, I didn’t think I were gonna get anywhere. But now…” she paused. “I might be a professional horse racer!”

“You earned it Ty. You been practicin’ real hard.”

“I’m really gonna miss the both’a y’all” Sokka admitted. Azula could swear she heard his voice crack. She looks to the pond and its collection of fireflies drifting lazily over the water. She caught a glimpse of a toad croaking before it leapt beneath the surface. For a while they were quiet with only said croaking and the chirps of crickets to fill that silence.

“‘Bout that, Sokka.” Azula started. “I was actually hopin’ that you’d come with me. It’d be awful hard to try ‘n sing your parts on stage.”

Sokka’s face lit up, but fell almost immediately. “I don’t think I ken afford--”

Azula hushed him. “You better not say no, father already bought yer plane ticket.”

“Yer pops is a nice man. I outta give ‘im a hug.”

Azula punched his shoulder. “Don’t you dare. He ain’t like those.”

Zuko and Mai come to join them on the dock with Katara, Toph, and Aang following close. Even Chan, Jet, and Suki tagged along. “Got somethin’ for you, Azula.” Zuko greeted.

Azula turned to see them holding up a small cupcake. “We each added something to it.” Aang remarked. “I drew the icing smiley faces.”

Zuko pulled out a pack of sparklers. “I figered we could all light ‘em up tagether, one last time ‘for life goes on.”  Azula knew at once that he wasn’t just talking about her and TyLee’s new found stardom, but about his own plans for college as well.

Azula gave a small grin. “I think we can all do that.”

They each reached into the pack and picked out a single sparkler. “Do the honors?” Sokka offered to Azula. She took the lighter and lit her sparkler and used that to light Sokka’s. Sokka turned and lit TyLee’s and TyLee’, Mai’s. And then Mai lit Zuko’s, until everyone had a sparkler burning. It was a dazzling display that reflected in the pond.

In that moment, nothing had changed at all. They were just a large circle of long time, small town friends sharing conversation and laughs as midnight transitioned into very early morning.

Just long time, small town friends, on a typical summer night.

.oOo.

“I know you got your camera, but I want you to have this too.” Iroh handed Azula the small book. He observed her as she looked it over, turning to the page with the photo of she and her companions standing at the pond with sparklers.

Between the mighty sound of plans departing, Azula offered her thank you’s. Ozai listened to his brother and daughter converse.

With nothing else to do her turned to Sokka, “you best take care’a her, boy.” He narrowed his eyes. “If you ain’t take care’a her, I will steal every last cow your family owns.”

“I’m purtty sure she ken take care’a herself.” Sokka pointed out. “But I’ll help.”

“You better, boy. You better.” Ozai folded his arms over his chest. He didn’t doubt that the boy would, he had always seemed to look out for Azula in the past, but it didn’t hurt none to give him a good ol’ fashioned mild threat.

“Hey, thanks fer the tickets, Azula’s pops. We’re gonna have a great time.” Sokka spoke in way of a goodbye.

Ozai watched him dash to catch up to Azula. He allowed Iroh and Zuko to finish their conversations with Azula before coming to her side. He was just as little for cuddles and fluffy gestures as Azula was. But he didn’t push his daughter away when she wrapped her arms around him. He curled one arm around her and pat her head twice with the other. “Don’t you get into any trouble out there, you understand me?”

“I know, father.”

“There’s gonna be boys ‘n booze, ‘n I ain’t want you mixed up in none’a that.”

“I know.” Azula repeated, already looking tired of the conversation. But he was her father and it was his right to give her a well-meaning lecture every now and again.

“I ain’t wanna have to fly all the way over to wherever you are to come help you.” He would, but, lord, he didn’t want to. “So you stick to the music and you keep yourself out’a trouble. Also don’t get too close to that Sokka boy, if you know what I mean. You don’t know what I’ll do to ‘im if...”

“Dad…” Azula grumbled, her cheeks delicately flushed.

“Just…” He trailed off. “Just make your pops proud. Make your ma proud, I know she would be.” He squeezed her shoulder.

“I will father.”

He knew that she would. Still, it was hard to let her go. And harder still to watch her wave as she ascended the stairs to the airplane.

“You raised some good kids.” Iroh took a stand next to him. “Both’a them are gonna go far.”

Ozai sure hoped so. He watched the plane shrink into a small speck in the sky. He supposed that the next time he’d be seeing his daughter, it would be on TV.

“Wha’do ya say we start packin’ fer our own trip?”

“My fishin’ pole’s already in the truck.”

[simplerthingslikewatchinglt]

Chapter Eleven

The patience in me had already left when I didn't recieve a call from Laurent all day yesterday and today. I was inpatient , I wanted to speak to him for some reason - maybe hear more about his dancing with Beyoncé, missy Elliot or about his travels to France and through out America -something I wish I could do if I had the money. Staying in my room all night yesterday and today was starting to become bothersome, I wanted an exscuse to go outside like before, which was about my phone but this time I had no exscuse. Sitting in the middle of my bed I needed to smoke, grabbing the pack of new ports that laid flat beside me I took one cig out of its carton parting my lips in the time being, I dangled the cig in between my parted lips. Atleast I can smoke , that was the first thing on my mind, atleast I can, thinking once more . On a winter day the clouds were grey with no sun out in sight just like before, maybe it'll snow this time ? My mother, that bitch, did not wanting me leaving this household for nothing . I wasn't a minor anymore but I sure wasn't a full grown adult in my mothers eyes , including my own. It was very annoying to be trapped in my room plus boring , smoking about half way through the cigarette I came to a decision to go on YouTube using my APPLE laptop and search up "Less Twins" purposely spelling it the way the Dj had pronounced it. It was then I came across the autocorrect which was actually spelled 'Les twins' - Boredem really had strucked me when I noticed my cig ashes were starting to be more then the cigarette itself, I usually smoked all of my cigarette but this time my eyes were glued on the screen as I watch the twins begin dancing. I wasn't bored of watching the twins, I was bored in general.

They were dope on screen, it was like watching two mechanical robots doing unbelievable movements but in person was a whole 'nother level - they were amazing in person it was then besides me, my phone began to vibrate , facing upwards I peeked at the screen. Boyfriend was calling and all I thought about was who the fuck did I save as boyfriend in my contacts - I slide my index finger across the screen to answer,  "hello?".

"Kiki my girl .."

Laurent? It sure sounded like him, right when I was beginning to gather my words to speak over a flustered babbling he spoke again " see I told you I was going to call"  once I finally had gathered my words I spoke in a questionable tone

" And why did you save yourself as boyfriend in my phone ?"

"Because I am" he was beginning to take this on going joke a little too far .

"Well I would like for us to see each other again Kiki , and this time no running in bathrooms okai? " inunision I chuckled at his last words .

"Well where would you want to meet ? " perfect exscuse to get out

"Anywhere , maybe your place ?" almost dropping my lit cigarette on my bed sheets in reaction  the way I choked on my own "what?"

"Your not coming to my place Laurent"

"Okai... so back to my hotel then ?" What harm could be done there right ?

"Umm I'll have to think about it , I mean what'll we do once I get there ?"

"Kiki.. we will talk . No sex or anything like that I'm a gentleman" Yeah sex was the last thing on my mind, I think , Laurent was handsome but we hardly knew each other.

***

Once I made it to the hotel he was staying in , I was met by him in the lobby. He sported a "calm" outfit this time around , wearing all black with no accessories or shades , pretty basic I would say . As for me I thought more carefully into what I was wearing this time for a reason I can't explain , I wore the pea coat I had on our first encounter underneath the pea coat was a navy blue turtle neck sweater shirt that was a tad tight from too many washes and drying, the shirt cupped my B cup breast while my tight ripped jeans hugged at my small curves . My hair just passing my shoulders, and my nails matched my sweater this time .

I approached Laurent he seemed more pleased to see me then his twin would be, maybe ?

"Come..We go now" He was smiling with his lips tucked inside of his mouth reaching out to me. I'd dismissed his hand reached, nothing to be rude about but I just didn't want people assuming unnecessary things.

"Ouch.." he whispered in a "false" hurt tone, mocking my actions but still seemed to laugh about it . We both walked side by side towards the elevator - once inside he pressed to floor eighteen just like last time . The difference from last time in the elevator was this time we weren't so close together.  He stood in front of me, eyes focus on the elevator numbers going up.

Once we arrived to the destined floor, we walked towards a different hotel room from before. It made sense that the twins wouldn't share the same room so I didn't question the fact. We got inside the room, it was decked out just like the lobby seemed to be bigger than Larry's room as well. There was no gold but sure enough there was a lot of decorative paintings and a huge king size bed that was placed in the middle of the room.

"Let's play a game Kiki" Laurent said as he jumped onto the bed, bouncing in the process .

"A game ?"

"Yeah a game"

So this is what he wanted  ? My mind drifted to sexual thoughts as it was just us alone , no Larry, nor Adelia in sight. There was an awkward silence between us , as my mind was in the gutter thinking of the dirtiest things that would happen if I participated in this game Laurent sat at the edgeof the bed. He'd stopped bouncing and as if in a serious manner, both arms on his knees , a smirk played on his lips as he sat hunched over .

"C'mon (come on) Kiki it will be fun~" Laurent said while stretching out his words , what harm could be done ?  I nodded my head in agreement, it was then his smirk turned into a smile growing  big as if compared to a happy child he shot  up on both feet moving off the bed and digging into his bookbag that laid flat on the bedside - I assumed it must've been his carryon . I watched him curiously, dirty thoughts filling my mind believing that this game would consider something sexual until i seen him whip out a deck of cards.  These cards reminded me of childhood, reminded me at how bad I was at the game to be honest. ..It was the dreadful game called UNO, the original version.

"You played before, no ?"  He  said to me , looking up to me while I stand , I moved my head in a up and down motion. He knew that meant 'yes'  - " come , take off your shoes. Come to the bed" he motioned his hand to the bed giving it a few pats before standing, I did as I was told taking off my shoes - "And coat... Kiki" he gestured. In honest truth, I was shy to take off my coat, I'm not too sure why... maybe it was because of my self consciousness of my own body or the clothes that I was wearing, I do not know , all I know was that I still did as I was told without hesitation.

I sat on the bed, where I sat across from Laurent whom sat with his legs folded. I decided to sit that way as well. There he began to discard seven cards between the both of us putting the rest of the deck on the side.

Laurent is innoncent at this point, just only wanted to play UNO with me and do nothing else made me feel relax, more comfortable . My body relaxed, getting more comfortable and turning my posture from straight to hunch, " so who goes first?" I questioned, he answered quickly " you" .

I looked at the seven cards that was held in my hands spread apart, all bad numbers, no 'draw 4' or 'reversal cards' just plain number '5,8,1,3,3,9,1' none were yellow, only blue, red and green. I pulled the first number on my left, the red one, number five, then it was Laurent's turn to draw, he immediately pulled out a 'draw 4 card' . There was a silence at first before Laurent began to giggle, an "ah" left his mouth while our eyes met, he knew I was going to lose. I drew four cards from the deck, numbers '4,3,7,1' another bad hand. I pulled the first number that matched the same color, number seven and sighed, Im gonna lose .

“Let's spice it up.." said Laurent, spice it up? I quickly responded, "spice it up" , he nodded his head up and down, a signed 'yes'.

"Spice it up how ?" I asked .

"If you lose .... you kiss me, if I lose I kiss you ."  He smirked at me which caused me to give out a small blush . A kiss? But where though? I thought to myself, I was nervous somewhat - about a kiss, or maybe about the fact we hardly knew eahother . I wasn't sure of my own thoughts .

"Where at though ?" I questioned,

"I no understand..." he responded, ofcourse he wouldn't understand as a kiss to him could mean automatically on the lips .

"Meaning, a kiss on the forehead or-"

"Lips ofcourse" he quickly cut me off , speaking in a tone that was easy to read as if saying duh' to me. In response I rolled my eyes. With  his cards still in his hands not once tilting them downwards, our eyes stayed on each other , Laurent must've read how I was feeling about this new "spice it up" thing because he, in response tucked his smile into his mouth before speaking once more . " okai (okay) ... lets make it easy . If you lose , you kiss me ... anywhere. If I lose, I kiss you... anywhere. Better ?"  The rules were simple, if one of us lost we would have to kiss the other person anywhere we'd like. I didn't know what to feel nor think about in this  situation, other than to simply agree to it . " yeah ... I think so " I responded, unsure on what to feel.

" I can't wait to lose" Laurent said, positioning himself in a more 'serious' matter , I didn't want to ask what would happen if one of us were to win because now the game was about a lose, lose situation. It did not matter on who won, it mattered on who lost and where the kiss would be planted . I need to lose .

Authors notes :

I made this chapter prettty lengthy, almost two thousand words which is a lot to me lol. I hope you guys like this one - I have not played UNO in ages . Also keep In mind the boys are still young so I wanted to play with the childish side of them like how they use to be when they were in their early 20's and would  bring their PlayStation and stuff like that with them on travels

[edogawatranslations]

999: Alterna (2) - Part 7, Chapters 3-4

Table of Contents | Previous: Part 7, Chapters 1-2

Chapter 3

“The hell is happenin’?” Seven said, as if finally coming to his senses. He scratched his cheek with his index finger. His cheek had turned a faint red, but it didn’t seem to be a grave injury. “I knew we’d meet up sooner or later, but to think that we’d end in in the same room like this. What’s Zero plottin’?”

“Don’t you get it? He’s toying with us,” Lotus answered with a sigh. “He’s probably watching us from afar, having a blast as we run around like headless chickens.”

“That must be the case,” Ace added. “He must’ve wanted to see us start a vicious fight in front of the single <DEAD>. The lights must have been turned off for that reason as well. Once we discovered the <DEAD> with little time to spare, everything could have descended into madness.”

“I’ve had enough!” Clutching her head with both arms, Lotus cried out hysterically like a terrified child. “I need to get off this ship now! I’m gonna go crazy if I stay here any longer!”

I stood up and glanced around the room. There were five doors in total. Among them, three were the numbered doors, which meant it would be impossible to open them.

The light switch was placed next to the [2] door. It was a miracle that Ace was able to find it. I shuddered after imagining what might have happened if we weren’t able to turn on the lights.

I suddenly came to a strange realization. As soon as the lights came on, I recognized the shape of the room. But based on where I was standing at the time, there were blind spots to either side of me, which meant that it should have been impossible to discern the layout of the entire room. How, then, did I know the setup of the room?

No, now wasn’t the time to be pondering these irrelevant details.

I glanced at the unnumbered doors. There were two of them, one on either side of the long table that had shelves and transmission devices scattered all over it. There were gold plates on both doors. The right plate read <Control Room>, which must have been the wheelhouse of the ship. The left plate read—

“...<Captain’s Cabin>,” I muttered to myself.

“Wait, could that mean...” Akane widened her eyes. “...Zero’s behind that door?”

“Well now. How can you be so sure?” Lotus asked.

“Think back to what Zero said when we were all at the central staircase. He introduced himself as ‘Zero, the captain of this ship.’”

Looks of anxiety spread across everyone’s faces. I subconsciously braced myself for the possibility that the man in the gasmask would come walking out of that door.

“...Zero’s behind there?” Clover said, getting back onto her feet. “Give me back my brother... Give him back...”

Clover started staggering over to the captain’s cabin, but the table obstructed her path. The left edge of the table was perfectly aligned with the wall. Rusty contraptions resting below the table rendered it impossible to crawl under. The only way to reach the captain’s cabin would be to crawl over the table or squeeze through the narrow gap between the table’s right edge and the wall.

“Give me back my brother!” Clover pushed everyone aside, maneuvered between the wall and the table, and stood in front of the door. With no hesitation, she pushed the door open and leapt inside.

The next thing I knew, the sound of her scream pierced my eardrums.

Is Zero really back there?!

“Hey, Clover!”

“Clover!”

All of us were now on our feet, worried expressions on our faces.

“Clover!” I tried to climb over the table, but its corroded legs threatened to collapse at any moment.

Having no other choice, I took the same path as Clover and entered the captain’s cabin.

Clover was standing close to the door, her eyes glued to the center of the room. At the end of her line of sight was a poor man lying in a pool of blood.

“What—”

My whole body froze. The inside of my mouth suddenly dried up, and I felt the inside of my head begin to crack.

The others poured into the room from behind me.

“Ugh, what is this?”

“That’s terrible...”

“I’m so done with this... How long is this going to go on for!?”

Visibly shaken, everyone expressed their thoughts one after another.

“Jumpy, what happened in there?”

I heard Akane’s voice from outside the room.

“June! Don’t you dare come in!” I shouted. I couldn’t let her witness such a gruesome sight. I turned to Ace. “Ace, I’m going to investigate around here, so get everyone out of here.”

“Understood. We’ll take a look around the control room.”

Ace forced everyone out of the room and shut the door behind him.

Chapter 4

Seven and I were now the only ones remaining in the captain’s cabin.

Being alone with a potential murderer made my heart pound uncontrollably.

“Who the hell is this guy anyways?” Seven asked, walking towards the man lying on the ground.

“...I wonder.”

Because the corpse was lying prone, I couldn’t see his face. His clothes didn’t seem familiar either.

“That’s fucked up,” Seven said. He hunched over the pool of blood and methodically placed two of his fingers to the back of the corpse’s neck. “Nope, he’s already dead.”

He drooped his shoulders and shook his head. That much was obvious from the amount of blood on the floor; nobody could survive losing so much blood. There was a deep gash that extended from the body’s left shoulder to its back.

...Unbelievable.

I was shocked at just how calmly I surveyed the corpse. Seeing countless gruesome scenes must have completely steeled my heart.

I had grown weary of this game. If it didn’t end soon, my sanity wouldn’t last for much longer.

“That’s gotta be the weapon over there,” Seven said, pointing to a spot on the floor with his chin.

An axe lay on the ground. The entire blade was stained red with blood.

“Judgin’ from the shape of the wound, there’s no doubt about it.”

A scrunched up, bloodied rain jacket had been discarded next to the axe. The culprit must have used it to keep the victim’s blood off his body.

I timidly approached the corpse. The white sailor’s suit he had on and the gold badges on his shoulders were proof of his position as captain.

“Ah...” I let out a gasp. Just like the rest of us, the man wore a bracelet on his left wrist. The display had been completely smashed, which unfortunately made it impossible to discern its number.

“Is this guy Zero?” Seven asked. I wasn’t sure if he was being completely serious, or if he was just playing dumb.

“No way.” Aren’t YOU Zero? I answered, hiding my true suspicions. “If this guy was Zero, why does he have a bracelet? That makes no sense.”

“Then who is this guy?”

I shrugged. There was no way for me to know.

“We might figure somethin’ out by checkin’ his belongings.” Seven leaned in and began fumbling around with the man’s pants pockets. His expression suddenly changed. “...Huh?”

“Did you find something?”

Seven slowly pulled his hand out, clutching a purple key. Based on past experience, that meant there was a purple door nearby.

“I wanna get a look at this guy’s face. Hey, help me turn ‘im around,” Seven said.

Seven stepped over the pool of blood to the other side of the corpse and put his hand on the man’s shoulders. I followed his lead and grabbed the man’s ankles. The body still felt warm, as if it were still alive.

“His mug familiar to you?” Seven asked, staring at the man’s now-revealed face.

Both the man’s eyes and mouth were open, suggesting that he drew his last breath in a state of shock. He looked to be in his fifties. I had never seen his face before.

“Guess all we can tell is that he likes playin’ the guitar,” Seven muttered, casually glancing at the man’s hands.

“Huh? How do you know that?”

“Look. The fingertips on his left hand are a bit hardened and deformed, you see? That means he plays the guitar.”

“Ever since then, you haven’t been able to play the guitar you loved so much...”

My mind suddenly flashed back to Clover’s words from earlier.

“Isn’t he amazing? His disability doesn’t get in the way of anything. He crafted this accessory with only his right hand.”

“Could it be...?”

Something had felt off this whole time. Even after Snake lost his sight, he should still have been able to play the guitar. And how come he only used his right hand to craft the accessories?

There was only one logical conclusion. And that was—

Wait. Then that means...

Have my assumptions been wrong this entire time?

“What’s this?”

Seven’s words cut off my train of thought.

He had moved to a corner of the room, and picked up a photo frame resting by the window.

I peeked over from beside him. There were four men in the photo. It looked like it was taken in some sort of office, as countless computers were pictured behind them.

I noticed the second I laid eyes on that photo—I knew three of the men pictured.

First, the man standing on the far right with the mustache was the man lying down before me. He was a little younger in the photograph, but there was no doubt it was him.

Next, the man second from the left, wearing glasses and a white coat, had messy hair in the shape of a bird’s nest. He resembled the man with the [9] bracelet. No, I was sure they were the same person.

And finally, one last familiar face. The man standing on the far left in a pinstripe suit—it was Ace.

“Why is Ace in this photo?” Seven asked, his face showing confusion.

“Are you okay? You don’t look so good,” I said.

Seven was sweating bullets from his forehead.

“Yeah... I’m good,” Seven grumbled while pressing his forehead.

“What does this all mean? Why is a photo of Ace here of all places? Moreover, why is the man with the [9] bracelet and man wearing the captain’s outfit pictured with him?”

Their expressions also raised more questions. From their smiling faces, it seemed apparent that they were all close buddies.

Why?

What was the connection between the four of them?

Seven took the photo out of the stand and flipped it over.

A short sentence, along with a date from nine years ago, was written on it.

Praying for the success of the Nonary Project With Nijisaki, Kubota, and Musashidou

Gentarou Hongou

Seven slowly closed his eyes into a squint.

“Hongou... Nonary Project... Cradle Pharmaceuticals...” He began spouting off words from between his thick lips, as if saying words of prayer. “Sheldrake... Field... Telepathy... Cube... Explosions... Aoilightnonakane... Aoilightnonakane...”

All of a sudden, the stream of words stopped. His squinted eyes slowly widened as much as they physically could.

“I remember,” Seven muttered, his body shaking back and forth.

“Huh?”

“I remember! Everything!”

Seven grabbed my shoulders and started yelling. Taken aback by his sudden outburst, my body froze up.

“You remember the disappearance of those boys and girls nine years ago?” Seven asked fiercely, as he removed his beanie and proceeded to scratch his disheveled hair.

Hesitantly, I nodded. “You’re talking about the case where sixteen boys and girls suddenly vanished, right?”

“Yeah. All of them returned two days later and the case was marked as resolved... But that’s not the whole story.”

Lotus had said the same thing.

“Once you work as a police detective for a while, you get a lot of secret info from connections. Sometimes that info can prove useful. That day was one of those times.”

“Seven, so you were a detective?”

“Yeah. Though I always got told off for actin’ on my own,” Seven replied, a faint smile spreading across his face. “I got a tip from a reliable source. ‘Tonight, a ship will be departing from Port X. Kids are being forced onto the ship and brought to a large passenger liner docked offshore.’”

Seven continued his account.

While Seven staked out the port, just as the source had described, a suspicious ship docked at the pier and a bunch of men in black suits arrived. They began loading the ship with numerous large bags.

Based on the apparent weight and shape of the bags, Seven deduced that there were children stuffed inside.

He resolved to rescue them, but right when he was about to jump out from the shadows, he sensed someone approach him from behind. As he turned to get a look, he felt a piercing pain in the back of his neck. Seven lost consciousness immediately.

“When I woke up, I found myself confined to a small, dark, and cold cell on a ship.”

He could hear faint shouting from somewhere. They sounded terrified. He knew it had to be the kids.

Using his strength, Seven broke one of the air vents in the ceiling and began crawling through the ducts, following the sound of the voices. Along the way, he crawled over a large hospital room, then an operating room, before reaching the place where four kids were gathered.

“Aoilightnonakane,” Seven repeated the cryptic phrase from earlier. “Those were the names of the kids I found there. Aoi was a boy around middle school age, and rather cheeky. His voice hadn’t dropped from puberty yet.”

Aoi... Didn’t I hear that name somewhere recently?

“Light was the other boy. He was blind, so he always had a hand on Aoi’s shoulder.”

“Could that be...”

“Yeah. He grew into quite the man after nine years, but his looks never changed. He was Snake.”

Aoi, Light, Nona...

“Did Nona happen to be a young and small girl?”

“How’d you know?” Seven expressed surprise at my question.

“I heard from Lotus. Nona was Lotus’s only daughter.”

“I can’t believe it...” Seven bit his lower lip. “If I had been just a little more careful, I could’ve saved both Nona and Akane...”

An unexpected name left Seven’s mouth.

“W-What did you just say?”

“Aoi and Light ended up okay, but I couldn’t save the two girls.”

“What were their names again? Nona and who else?”

“Akane. Aoi’s younger sister.”

I felt a shock in the back of my head, as if someone had struck me with a blunt object.

In fact, I was in so much shock that I forgot to breathe.

“No way...” I let out a gasp.

Aoi, Light, Nona, Akane.

Those were the names of the boys and girls Seven encountered nine years ago.

According to Seven, the girl who died alongside Nona was named Akane.

Akane... Kanny?

Was this just a strange coincidence?

Nona was definitely Lotus’s daughter. But this Akane and Kanny must be completely unrelated. After all, Kanny’s still alive right now.

But—

“You get it, right? There’s no way in hell someone could just up and disappear from a closed space like this unless they were a ghost. So June was a ghost.”

Santa’s words resurfaced in my mind. Back in the second class cabin, perhaps I wasn’t hallucinating when I saw Akane’s body fade out for a moment.

“Jumpy!” There was a knock on the door, along with Akane’s voice.

There’s no way. Kanny’s right here. The Akane that died with Nona had to be a completely different person than Kanny.

It would seem strange if I didn’t stop trembling. I feigned a calm expression.

“What’s wrong, June?” I asked, calling out to the other side.

“Hurry, come over! We found a purple door in the control room, but it’s locked...”

“Purple?”

Seven pulled out the key he found earlier from his pocket. I took it from him.

“We should hurry,” I said to Seven, as I rushed to leave the room and the corpse behind.

Seeing Akane standing there evoked a sigh of relief.

“Let’s go.” I pulled her by the arm and ran next to the table.

“Jumpy, you’re hurting me...”

Akane winced, and I slightly relaxed my grip.

I worried that if I let go, she would disappear once more.

Next: Part 7, Chapter 5

[glass-snake-writer]

Stormy Hearts: Part 1

A/N: This is pretty long, so be aware of that. It’s literally 3 whole pages in my google docs

Thomas had been at the office for too long now. It was almost midnight and a storm raged outside the windows of his workplace. Everyone else had been smart enough to leave early due to the weather forecast. Well, everyone but him that was. He had been finishing up a project that his boss had assigned him. At least now he could rest a bit easier now. Sighing heavily Thomas started to leave the building that he spent so much time in. 

He would have continued on his way, if not for the sobbing sound he heard. Stopping in his tracks Thomas sharply turned towards the noise. It seemed to be coming from the office of one Alexander Hamilton, his rival. Off put by the thought of Hamilton crying, Thomas knocked on the door. “Hamilton? Are you in there?” He asked reluctantly. No reply came; there was only more sobbing that filled the air. Biting his lip Thomas reached for the doorknob and opened the door.

There on the floor of the room was the crumpled form of one Alexander Hamilton, bathed in shadows. Thunder rumbled outside as lightning struck the ground. A full body flinch went through the distressed man. His breathing picked up as he curled in on himself. Finally snapping out from the shock at seeing the young man in such a vulnerable state, Thomas moved closer to him. “Hey, it's going to be all right…” he hesitantly spoke. His tone was soft and soothing, as if he were afraid that the other man would lash out at him.

Hamilton showed no signs of having even heard him at all. It terrified Thomas, if he was being honest with himself. However he did start speaking, much to the taller man's relief. The only problem: it wasn't English. Nor was it any other language he knew, like French or Italian. No, it was Spanish and Hamilton was speaking it at record breaking speeds. It was like he feared that he wouldn't be able to say it all if he slowed down even for a second. Moving closer as slowly as he could Thomas got ready to comfort the young man. He didn't know if physical contact would help him but it was worth a shot. Especially since he wasn't responding to Thomas' voice.

“Hey… Alex. I'm going to touch you. I don’t know if it'll help you, but I'm going to try. Alright?” He asked in one last ditch effort to pull a response from the smaller man. Still, he received nothing from Alexander to show that he had heard him. Sucking in a breath, Thomas placed his hand on Alex’s shoulder. The touch was featherlight just in case the other didn't wish for the contact. That didn't turn out to be the case. Instead Alex leaned into the touch as if it was a lifeline. His eyes appeared to lose a bit of the far-away look that had been present before. Seeing this Thomas moved to wrap his arms around the other’s slight frame. Alex melted into the grip, but his body was still wracked with sobs. Thomas moved one hand to stroke his hair as he whispered soothing words to him. While this seemed to help, it was clear that he would have to do something else to help his distressed co-worker.

Wracking his brain for some way for him to help Thomas held Alex tighter. He thought about how he wished the two were somewhere better equipped for dealing with this. In that moment, an idea struck Thomas. The taller of the two lived close by and his car was in the garage in the lowest floor. They wouldn't have to get wet and could be somewhere more comfortable to wait it out in. It even looked like the storm was calming down. It was unlikely for this peace to last though. This wouldn't be the first time that it had mellowed, only for it to come back with a vengeance. Either way, if the two of them wished to leave the office and make it to his house they would need to leave now.

“Alex, darling, we need to go to my car. We'll wait the storm out inside my house. How does that sound?” Thomas broached softly. Clutching on tighter to him, Alex inclined his head in assent. He wasn't crying anymore at the very least. However the chance of that changing if it started to rain harder or lightning struck again were great. So with that in mind Thomas supported Alex as he got up and made his way to the garage. It wasn't too long of a trip. In the moment, though, it felt to Thomas like an eternity.

When they finally reached his car all Thomas could do was let out a sigh of relief. Pulling out his keys he opened the passenger door to let Alex in. Thankfully Alex was in a good enough place now to buckle himself in without Thomas' help. Closing the door he made his way over to the other side and plopped down into his seat in exhaustion. Forcing himself into action Thomas started up the car. Alex sat back, eyes heavy and blank as he stared out the window. The stylish car pulled out of the garage and made it's way to their destination. It was still raining but it hadn't yet gone back to truly storming. Thomas refused to think about what they would have done if they weren't so lucky. Thoughts like that weren't something to dwell on, especially now.

At long last, they reached Thomas’ house, a large three story that he lived in alone. He pressed a button and the garage door to lifted up for him to drive into. As Thomas parked he made sure that the garage door had closed before exiting the car. Neither of the men wanted to get soaking wet, after all. Making his way back to Alex's side he pulled the man out and locked the car. Before they could go far, however, thunder rumbled outside. It seemed very close to them and Alex flinched violently at the sound. His breathing came out shorter as his grip tightened once again. The storm had decided to come back after all.

Moving quickly Thomas dragged the other man through a door to the side and into his house. Once inside he led Alex to the couch and made sure he was laying down comfortably. “Wait here darlin’. I'll bring down a change of clothes and something warm.” He said to the shaken office worker. With that he got up and went off to do just that. First he went to his bedroom to change into sleepwear. That ended up being an old shirt and incredibly soft sweatpants. For Alex he pulled the smallest shirt he owned and a pair of sweatpants that would, no doubt, utterly drown the shorter man. After a moment he decided to add some warm socks for his guest.

Satisfied with that he went downstairs and deposited the clothing on Alex before making his way to the kitchen while the other changed. Opening the fridge Thomas looked for something simple to make. Finally he settled for mac and cheese, his go to comfort food. Before he started that up he put on the kettle to make Alex some tea. Hopefully it would help relax the other man. God knows he deserved it after all of this. Going back to making mac and cheese, Thomas began to cook the macaroni.

Meanwhile Alex had slipped into the clothes that Thomas had given him. They were very obviously too big for him, yet he seemed happy with it nonetheless. Something about being wrapped up in Thomas’ clothes made him feel… safe. The storm still raged on, yet Alex felt much better now. It helped that the house kept out more of the sounds from outside than their office did. Alex wrapped a fluffy blanket that had been on the couch around himself and laid down. His eyes were struggling to stay open as the stress of the day started to catch up to him. That and the lack of sleep these past few weeks.

The sounds from the kitchen were helping to lull him to sleep. While he persisted in staying awake, Alex was unsure how long he could keep this up. All he wished for was to rest in this moment. Yet something pushed him to stay awake for just a while longer. So he did. He waited and waited as the kettle whistled for tea. As the sounds of Thomas moving around the room faded and his footsteps drew near. Alex would be patient and wait for the sweet embrace of sleep.

Walking into the room Thomas noticed a few things immediately. The first was that Alex's work clothes had been sloppily folded and placed on the coffee table. After that he noticed that Alex had cocooned himself in one of his blankets. Lastly, Alex seemed ready to pass out at a moment's notice. Chuckling to himself Thomas placed the tea and mac and cheese next to the clothes. Looking at Alex more closely it became obvious that he hadn't been getting enough sleep. Under the man's eyes were disturbingly large bags. While it was common for him to have bags under his eyes, Alex had never achieved this level in his memory.

Sighing Thomas said, “Come on, let's get some food and tea in you before you pass out.” At this Alex sleepily nodded his head in agreement. Pulling the tired workaholic up Thomas placed the mac and cheese into his hands and sat down to eat his own. While he finished his food far quicker, Alex took his time to eat. When he was done Thomas made sure he drank as much tea as he could. Near the end it was obvious that he was seconds away from sleep. It was an incredibly endearing sight and Thomas smiled. “Let's get you to bed.” He chuckled as he put away the dishes.

Alex yawned, which was agreement enough for him. Thomas made sure he was comfortable on the couch. As he got up to leave though, his wrist was caught in the others grip. Looking back Thomas opened his mouth to speak before he was cut off. “Please,” Alex sleepily asked, “sleep with me?” There was a beat of silence as Thomas processed his request. Swallowing around the lump that formed in his throats Thomas nodded. A smile spread across Alex's face, open and loving. It caused the taller man's pulse to quicken and his breath to catch. In that moment, Thomas felt the intense need to protect this man. From the moment he had seen him broken down on that office floor he had felt it take root in himself. Now, every little action of the ridiculous man seemed to cause it to strengthen.

Pushing these emotions to the side he pulled Alex up and carried him to his bedroom. The hard working immigrant was light and didn't appear to mind being carried. In fact, Alex seemed to enjoy it a great deal. Tucking that piece of information into the back of his mind he opened the door to his bedroom. It was large, as was to be expected in a house of this size. His bed, placed in the center of the back wall, would be large enough for the two of them to share. If they wanted to, they wouldn't even have to touch each other at all while they slept. That thought saddened him on some level, yet he refused to acknowledge why.

Pulling the sheets back Thomas set Alex down before climbing in alongside him. As he pulled the sheets up Alex hummed and shifted closer to him. Shaking his head Thomas moved farther away. He knew that Alex wouldn’t appreciate waking up pressed against him. So he maintained a respectful distance and closed his eyes as he welcomed sleep. However Alex did not want to give up. A few seconds later he was curling up against Thomas' side. Creaking an eye open Thomas saw that Alex had fallen asleep pressed against him. Quirking his mouth into a small smile Thomas closed his eyes and slept. Even if he had to deal with Alex’s anger in the morning, being so close to him was worth it. Tomorrow he would deal with the consequences of his actions, but tonight he would sleep peacefully.

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This is the first ever fic I ever wrote and posted, but I recently read through it and it was traaaash 😂I don't know what I was thinking and Im so sorry to all of you that read it lol. I have edited it, and added/changed it. Theres still probably errors in it that I have missed so soz. It was originally in ten parts but I made it all into one. I hope you guys like the new version.

Mentions of drug use, pregnancy, abandonment.

Word Count: 13,883

You gazed out the window, watching the raindrops make their way down the glass as you absentmindedly drew aimless lines over a page in your notebook. Mornings definitely weren’t your thing and maths this early? On a Monday? No Thankyou! Your mind snapped back into focus as you heard the classroom door open. “Ah Mr Ortiz, glad you finally joined us,"Mr Jones said without looking up from his textbook. You looked over at the ‘Mr Ortiz’ that had just entered the class in his usual fashion- half an hour late. You smirked slightly as your eyes ran over him. Juan Carlos Ortiz. He was the perfect 'bad boy’ and you’d been drawn to him since the first day of high school. You were best friends, had been ever since he sat next to you on the bus that first day. He was there for you when your mum died, and your dad had taken a job on a fishing boat up in Alaska. As far away from the house filled with hurtful memories, and as far away from you. Juan was all you had left to make you fell at home and he was your world. But he didn’t know the way your heart skipped a beat when he looked at you or the way your whole body burnt when he flirted with the other girls. He knew all your secrets and your hopes and dreams. He knew your fears and all your quirks. He knew how you were afraid of heights and how you hated the cold. And you knew everything about him. You knew how he loved speed but hated slowing down. How he loved being around his friends but he hated being alone. You were hopelessly in love with him, but that was one secret you’d never told him. You knew he didn’t feel the same way about you and you couldn’t risk losing him, he was the closest thing you had to a home. He met your eye as he slid into the chair next to you, grinning widely. "Hey bubba” “Hey juicy” you grinned back, rolling your eyes at his bloodshot eyes and goofy grin, knowing he was stoned off his face. You passed him your notes you’d written down off of the whiteboard so thathe could copy them and slid back in your chair, your mind drifting off once again. A little while later the bell rang out and you stood, slinging your backpack over your shoulder and followed Juice into the crowding hallway. “You coming to the party tonight?” He asked you as you both headed towards your lockers. “Yeah, I’ll be there,” you said as you opened your locker and swapped your textbooks for your gym gear. “Gotta hold my title” “Queen of beer pong” he chuckled. “Maybe it’s time for me to reign” “Ha! In your dreams juicy” you called as you shut your locker and walked backwards down the hall grinning at him. He watched you as you winked at him before turning around, smiling to himself as he watched your ass walking away. He sighed as he saw a guy from class, one of your buddies drape his arm over your shoulder. He had no right to be jealous, you were his best friend. But he couldn’t help the jealousy burning inside him as he watched the two of you laughing and shoving each other playfully. “You ever gonna tell her bro?” He turned his head and saw his friend Scotty standing there staring at him with one eye brow raised. “We’re just friends” Juice snapped, slamming his locker and walking away. “Yeah, friends that are in love with each other” Scotty said to himself as he rolled his eyes and followed Juice down the hall.

Your throat burned as you threw down another shot, but you laughed tilting your head back. “And she wins again,” you yelled, lifting your hands above your head as Scotty picked you up by the waist and spun you round. Both of you grinning and laughing at the defeated look on Juices face who was glaring at you from across the table. “Ohh come on Juicy, next time you can be on my team and you can actually win for once” you winked at him as you headed outside for some fresh air. You sat outside on a picnic table and lit up your smoke, looking up into the starry Queens night. You felt the table shift slightly as Juice sat down next to you. “Hey Bubba” he said as he wrapped his arm around your shoulder. You leaned into his chest. You loved the smell of him, his natural scent mixed with weed and cologne. He kissed your head and squeezed your arm and you turned your head, looking up into his soft brown eyes. He smiled down at you and grabbed your cigarette, taking a long drag before passing it back to you. Your eyes met as you lifted the cigarette to your lips. “You doin okay bubba?” He asked you softly You smiled at the nickname. He knew it was what both your mother and your father had called you and you knew when he said it he was saying it with love. “Yeah Juicy, I’m doing okay” you said softly. He stared you down with those big brown eyes that melted your heart. “(Y/n) your my best friend, you know that” You smiled and nodded at him. “You know you can tell me what’s going on” You sighed and took another drag of your smoke. He always could read you like a book. Normally you were the life of the party, you could drink the big boys under the table and you had everyone around you laughing. But he’d watched you tonight and noticed your smile didn’t reach your eyes and you’d been downing more alcohol faster and harder than normal. It’s been six months since your father left and you’d been holding it together as best you could. Usually he came back at least once a month but this time it had been different. He had called and made excuses. Apparently there were just too many fucking fish in Alaska, and he just couldn’t take a break. Of course you knew it was all an excuse. He couldn’t bare to be in the house without your mother and he couldn’t handle looking after you. You understood, in a way. It was hard for you too. You missed the little touches your mother left around the house, the faint smell of burning incense or bleach from all the cleaning she’d done. But now a layer of dust coated most of the house and no matter how warm the house was, it always felt cold. Juice helped, he crashed with you all the time but he had his own home and you spent too many nights alone. You had been smoking weed since you were fourteen, casually on the weekends or before a big movie marathon. But lately you’d been smoking every morning, every afternoon and every night. As often as you needed to. As long as you were high you were numb and it dulled the empty feeling that filled your heart. “Juicy, I’m fine” you said leaning into his chest. He pulled you back and forced you to look in his eyes “Really (yn)? You’re good at lying but not to me” “Don’t Juan, please, not tonight” you whispered as you finally bought your eyes to meet his. He nodded slowly as he stared into your eyes, you couldn’t help but notice the tears forming in his. “Okay bubba, we’ll talk tomorrow. But just let me say something. You are my best friend (y/n), I will never leave you. You are so god damn beautiful but you need to stop treating yourself like this. I’m sorry (y/n), I should have been here for you” he whispered, his voice cracking as he ran his hands over your hair and held your face gently. “No Juan, don’t apologise. It’s me. I’m fucked up Juicy,” you laughed bitterly as tears rolled down your cheeks. “No! No you are so beautiful to me (y/n). I’d be nothing without you. I will always look after you” his fingers wiped your tears away as his own began to slide down his cheeks You lifted your eyes to meet his. You both stared at each other, getting lost in the moment. You glanced down at his lips, licking your own, before looking back at his. You slowly moved your head closer, closing the gap between you and finally your lips met. He didn’t move at first, he was too shocked. But then the reality kicked in and your mouths moved together in perfect harmony. You felt a fire start within you as you wrapped your arms around his neck, tears still sliding slowly down your cheeks. He held your head to his with one hand, the other sliding down and wrapping around your waist. Everything he had ever wanted in life, he found in you. He never thought hed be kissing you under the stars, but he held on to you tightly, never wanting to let you go. Eventually you came up for air and you looked into his eyes again. “(Y/n)” he whispered softly, a warm smile spreading on his lips. Suddenly it hit you what you’d just done: thrown yourself at your best friend who didn’t love you the way you loved him because you were drunk and upset. “I’m sorry,” you whispered as you stood up, backing away. “Bubba, it’s okay. Stay” “I’m so sorry, Juan.” You whispered before you spun around and ran inside. You heard him calling your name as you ran but you carried on, your cheeks burning red. You had never learnt cry with style. To cry silently and beautifully, like the girls in the movies, with pearl shaped tears rolling down your cheeks and wide luminous eyes. You wished you had. Then you would have been able to cry in front of people, instead of in bathrooms or empty bedrooms, among the party coats on the bed. You turned into the bathroom, dragging the couple that was making out on the bench and shoving them into the party before you slammed the door shut behind you and locked it. You pressed your back against the cold wood and slid your body down until you were hugging your knees. Your sobs took over your body and you stayed like that for a long time. “Dammit (y/n), you really fucked up this time” you thought to yourself as you pulled yourself up, staring at your reflection in the mirror. What were you thinking? Juice didn’t love you like that. You’d just ruined your friendship and now you truly had no one. You turned the faucet on and splashed water on your face. You took a deep breath in dabbed your face dry on a hand towel before turning for the door. You turned the handle and walked into the party, brushing shoulders as you made your way to the kitchen to grab another drink. “Where’s your girl?” Scott asked as he walked over to Juice, who was sat on the table outside with a joint and his face in hands. He looked up and glared at his friend. “I dunno man. We were out here talking then we kinda kissed-” “YOU SLY DOG!!” Scotty yelled, spitting out his beer and slapping Juice on the shoulder. “Finally grew some balls eh bro?” “Nah man it’s not like that,” Juice said shaking his head as he grabbed his bottle of whiskey and took a long swig. “We kissed and it was great, better than great! But then she freaked out and ran off” “Ahh shit man, I’m sorry. Atleast you know how she feels now though right? You can move on” Scott said as he sat on the table next to Juice. “Yeah I guess so man. I dunno, I just.. I thought there was a chance she felt the same” Juice said sadly as he took a long drag on his joint before passing it to his friend. “C'mon bro, plenty more pussy in that party!” Scott grinned at him, punching his shoulder and dragging him back inside. The minute they walked inside the house Scott spotted two girls standing by the stereo and walked over, dragging Juice with him.

You slammed back a shot, then another. And another. The guy you were standing next to passed you a rolled up note and pointed to the bench where he had a small pile of white powder and four lines of the same powder drawn up. You smirked taking the note and pressing it to your nostril as you lent over the bench, lining it up with the start of the line. You snorted all four lines straight after the other and threw your head back, closing off your nostril and sniffing deeply. You laughed as you felt the drugs hit you. You felt light. You felt all your problems float away from you and you raised your arms over your head and swayed your body to the music. The guy next to you laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist. Your eyes fluttered open as he turned you around to look at him. But your eyes drifted past his face and your eyes widened as you saw Juice outside, with a blond girl wrapped around him and her tongue down his throat. His hands roamed over her body and you felt your body shake with jealousy and anger. “There a problem, babe?” The guy standing in front of you asked, an eye brow raised. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and you gulped. Right now, you didn’t care who he was. “No.” You whispered and smashed your lips against his. He didn’t waste any time and grabbed your ass, his tongue exploring your mouth. He lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he sat you on the counter and ran his hands under your shirt. “Get. Off. Her” The guy you were kissing was ripped away from you. You looked to see a seething Juice staring at him. His fists clenched and knuckles white, his whole body shaking with rage. “Fuck off Juan,” you laughed, the whiskey and drugs taking over you. He glared at you and grabbed your wrists, pulling you off the bench. He dragged you through the crowd and out the front door. “Jesus Juan slow down” you slurred. He stopped abruptly and spun around, his face inches away from yours. “What the fuck are you doing (y/n)? Your the girl who fucks drug dealers in kitchens now?” He yelled into your face. You pushed him away and laughed. “What’s it to you juice? Why do you care who I fuck? Thought you’d be busy with that blond skank anyway” you yelled back at him. “I fucking love you!” He yelled back. His whole body froze and his eyes went wide. “What?” You whispered. He sighed and looked at his feet. “I love you (y/n). I’m in love with you” You stared at him, your mouth opening and closing as you tried to find words. “Look forget it.” Juice growled and turned around. You watched him walk away as a smile spread over your face. You ran after him and tears streamed down your face. He turned around as he heard your footsteps approach. Before he could say anything you threw yourself into his arms and kissed his lips with such passion. He stood still, only his mouth moving against yours before he gently pushed you away, his eyes studying your face. “I love you Juan,” you whispered breathlessly. “I’ve been in love with you for five fucking years” His smile grew wider than you’d ever seen it and his lips crashed against yours as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him tighter. You had never felt happier. You were home.

You threw your bag to the ground as you walked through the door, kicking off your shoes and laughing. “I’ll see you soon then Juicy,” you murmured into the phone, walking into the kitchen. “Yeah babe, just gotta drop something to the club and I’ll be there” you heard his voice say, your mind focusing on what you could make with the few ingredients left in your empty fridge. “See you then babe. Love you” “Love you more bubba,” you smiled and hung up. Eight months had passed since that night on the street, where you’d both confessed your love for each other, screaming about love on the streets of Queens. You’d been going strong, falling more in love everyday. There was definitely an advantage in dating your best friend. You already knew each other inside and out so there was no awkward getting to know each other stage. You spent all your time together, laughing and playing video games. Getting stoned and watching movies.Plus the sex was great. Juice had been hanging out with a new crowd, a club (“they’re not a gang bubba”) and had been helping them out with some stuff, running a few jobs here and there. He was good with technology and he’d set up a bunch of security cameras for them, ensuring that they only transmitted the footage and didn’t record. It made you slightly nervous, you knew that it was dangerous. But it’s not like Juice was patched in, he wasn’t even prospecting and so you didn’t need to worry too much. You spent most of your time studying, determined to graduate with flying colours. Not so you could go to a good college, but so that you could do your mother proud. “I’m home babe” you heard your man call out. You smiled hearing his voice. He’d been crashing at yours nearly night and you two joked about making it official and putting up a white picket fence outside. You ran down the hall and leaped into his arms, wrapping your legs around his waist. He laughed and grabbed your hips, pushing you against the wall as he kissed your lips deeply. “I love you (y/n)” he whispered into your neck. “I love you too Juan Carlos” you moaned, your eyes closing as you felt his lips moving against your soft skin.

TWO MONTHS LATER “Where the fuck are you juice” you thought to yourself as you slammed the remote back down on the couch. He was supposed to be home hours ago but for the third time this week he was a no show. Lately he had been hanging round that club more and more and was even talking about being a prospect for them. He was never home and it had started to cause issues in your relationship. You still loved him. God, you loved him so much but you hated being left alone and whenever Juice did actually show up you’d usually just fuck and fall asleep, too tired to fight. Your graduation was coming up and you were focused on that- one of you had to be. Juice hadn’t been to class in months and you knew he didn’t care. You heard the door open and close and heard his heavy footsteps nearing the lounge. “Hey bubba,” he said as he leant over and kissed your lips. “Where’ve you been Juicy?” You asked looking up at him. He sat down next to you and grabbed your hands, forcing you to look at him. “Look (y/n), I’ve been helping the club out you know that.” You nodded. “The thing is I did some stuff for them- nothing major they just needed me to end some shit. The cops got involved and I’m getting charged. It’s only four months instead of two years but I need to be honest with you,” he looked at your face which was stone cold. “Seriously Juan!” You muttered and stood up, dropping his hands. “It’s just something I gotta do, for the-” “For the club, yeah it’s always for the fucking club!” You shouted as you paced back and forth. “What about us Juan?” “I love you (y/n). I do. Look it wont be for longand il be out before you know it. I know your angry but I go tomorrow” “Tomorrow?” You whispered finally meeting his gaze. He nodded slowly and stood, walking towards you and pulling you into his chest. “Tomorrow. I’m sorry baby. I didn’t wanna tell you cause we thought we could get out of this. But you can visit me and il write to you. It’s only four months and il be out” You nodded against his chest knowing you had no choice. He turned your head towards him and kissed you deeply before leading you to the bedroom. You couldn’t help but smirk as he turned you round and lifted your shirt. “You are so beautiful babe,” he whispered as you blushed. You kissed his lips as he ran his hands up your body and undid your bra, dropping it to the floor before taking your left breast in his hand. “Only four months,” he whispered into your ear, nibbling softly at your ear lobe. “Yeah babe, only four months.” You pulled him back and smiled at him before pushing him back on the bed.

~ “Fuck!” You yelled as you sunk to your knees, your hands gripping the pregnancy test tightly. “Fuck!” You yelled again. Juice had been gone for two months and after missing your period you’d freaked out and bought a test, never really thinking you could actually be pregnant. Yet here you were, kneeling on your bathroom tiles yelling at the positive test. You and Juice had never discussed having children, shit you were still a child yourself. You knew he’d want to keep it and you did too, but the way things had been lately you weren’t sure if you wanted to bring a kid into the mix. Juice would be a great father, he’d grown up without one and you knew he would give your baby the world. But you had never discussed this.. and what if he wanted you to get rid of it? Or rid of you? You dropped the test into the trash bin and grabbed the other box off the counter. You had to be sure.

Sitting at your dining room table your fingers tapped rapidly on the hard wood. You’d skipped school today, your mind too scattered after last nights events: three positive pregnancy tests. Today you were going to visit Juice. You weren’t sure if you were going to tell him yet. Maybe you’d wait till he got out, it was only another two and then you could tell him properly. You jumped as you heard the front door open, your heart leaping. You slowly stood, and walked towards the front of the house. Juice stood there, his head hanging low as he slowly shut the door behind him. He didn’t see you watching him as he kicked off his boots. “Juan,” you whispered. His head snapped up at the sound of your voice. “What are you doing here (y/n)” he said coldly, his eyes not meeting your gaze. “The fuck you mean what am I doing here! What are YOU doing here?” You bit back as you started nearing him. “I got out early,” he said flatly, pushing your hands away as you reached out to him. “What’s going on Juicy?” You asked, putting your hands on your hips. He sighed, shuffling his feet. He was nervous. Finally he met your gaze and you gasped at the cold look in his brown eyes. “I’m leaving (y/n)” You laughed nervously. “Baby what are you talking about?” Your voice shook as you stepped closer to him, your hands dropping to your sides. “I’m going. Now. I thought you’d be at school. I was going to leave a note.” “A note?” You scoffed “Juicy whatever’s going on, I’m here. I can come with you. It’s me and you Juan” you reached out for him again and this time he let your hands reach him. He didn’t say anything, just stared at his feet, his jaw twitching. He slowly grabbed your wrists and removed them from his body. “You can’t come with me” he said, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it. “Please baby, tell me what’s going on” your voice cracked as tears ran slowly down your cheeks. “I don’t love you anymore” Juice said abruptly then turned and marched back out the door. You felt the colour drain from your face, you felt like you’d been slapped. You watched him walk down the path and out into the streets. You wanted to run after him but you couldn’t lift your feet. They were so heavy. Why were they so heavy? He didn’t love you anymore. Tears began to stream down your cheeks. You fell to your knees as your heart ripped into pieces and sobs took over your body. Your mind repeated the words over and over. I don’t love you anymore. I don’t love you anymore. Juice got to the end of the street before he turned to the fence next to him and punched it rapidly, tears rolling down his cheeks. He had to fight the urge to run back to you. To run back and tell you he’d lied, and to pack your bags and come with him. But he couldn’t. He loved you too much to let you leave with him. He’d made a deal, a deal that got him out of prison and away from the guys that were threatening to kill him. But now he was in more danger than he’d thought and if he let you come with him you’d be in danger too. He couldn’t let anything happen to you. Not because of him. No, you needed to stay here and forget about him. He knew you wouldn’t stay unless he hurt you. So he told you the one thing he knew would make you stay. His heart ached at the thought of you hurt, but he knew it would be better for you in the long run. He slowly walked to his car and opened the door, his hands bloody from his attack on the fence. Glancing at his bags he’d packed and thrown in the backseat he frowned, hoping he’d done the right thing. He took a deep breath and started the car. He would drive, drive til he found a destination. He reached his hand up, flipping the sun guard down and smiled at the picture that was stuck there. It was a picture of you, from a carnival you’d gone to last summer. You were laughing, the sun shining down on you and your hair blowing gently in the wind, a giant ball of cotton candy on a stick in your hands. “I love you bubba. I will always love you” he whispered as he ran his fingers over your face. That was the image stuck in his mind as he drove for hours. The tears never stopped rolling and his heart never left you as he headed towards Charming, California.

~

Rain poured down on your windscreen as you drove. Since when did it rain in California? You sung quietly along with the music. You’d always liked driving, your mother used to take you on long road trips all the time to visit family. “Are we there yet momma?” You heard your son say. “Not yet mi vida, not yet” you answered as you flicked your eyes to the rear view mirror, looking in the reflection at your son. Leonardo Luciano Ortiz looked just like his father. He had big brown eyes, dark curly hair and golden Puerto Rican skin. His smile lit up the room and he was the wittiest three year old you’d ever met. He kept you on your toes and with Leo in your life your days were never dull. “Mommaa” he sang “Yes Leo?” You asked laughing. “Good boys get ice cream aye momma?” “They sure do baby” you smirked, watching him in the mirror as he grinned just like his father. “I’m a good boy momma” “Yes you are mi sol, as soon as we get to Charming you can have two scoops of ice cream” you said. “Two scoops! I’m a lucky boy!” “Yes you are Leo, yes you are” you laughed back at your son who was grinning widely now, his hands clapping together. Two weeks ago you’d gotten a phone call offering you a job at St Thomas Hospital in Charming California. It was a small town that you’d never heard of but you took the offer, desperate to get away from Queens and all the memories that haunted you. You weren’t a nurse, you never did graduate high school but you’d be working as a receptionist. The pay wasn’t great but the hours were which meant you could spend most of your time with Leo, and they even had a daycare on sight where he could go during the days while you worked. You’d packed all your things into the car, only stopping to say goodbye to Nana Ortiz. Juices mother had helped you out raising your son, neither of you had heard from him since he left but you still loved him with all your heart. “He loves you Querido” shed tell you often. You would smile sadly and rock your son to sleep. You had tried to get over him but every time you looked at your son you reminded of him. You never dated, you didn’t have the time. And even if you had, no other guy could compare to Juice. He’d broken your heart when he left and you’d stopped turning up at school. The rumours had spread that you were pregnant after some classmates saw you at the supermarket and Scotty, juices friend, had shown up at your door and promised to help you. He even took a gap year after you gave birth, but he eventually had to leave for college. You still talked on the phone every week and Leo loved uncle Scotty dearly. You had rung your father, hopeful that he would return home and help his little girl. But you had been naive. Those fish just kept on coming and apparently your father was the only fisherman in the world that could take on such a huge task. He hadn’t even come back when your son was born, and Leo had never met his grandfather. Juices mother helped you raise him but she knew how hard it was for you to be in her house, with all the pictures of Juan scattered all over the walls. You still spent a lot of time there, you wanted Leo to know his family as you barely had any of your own anymore. She talked to him in Spanish and it had stuck, now you constantly calling him pet names like mi vida (my life). You’d named Leo after Juices grandfather Leonardo and chosen the middle name Luciano meaning 'the light’ as he had certainly brightened your life. Since the day Juice had left you crying on the floor you had been a mess, your depression taking over your life. But the day little Leo was born you swore to always look after him and suddenly your days weren’t so dark anymore. You still found yourself hoping every phone call you got was Juice, or every time someone knocked on your door it was him., telling you he’d made a mistake and he loved you and everything was going to be okay. But it was never him at the door and it was never him on the other end of the phone. You loved him as much as the day he left but you knew he wasn’t coming back. Maybe one day, Leo could meet his father but it had been four years and you’d never heard a thing from Juan Carlos. You didn’t even know if he was still alive. You swallowed and shook your head, trying to forget the ghosts of your past as you looked out the window, driving past the welcoming sign. 'Welcome To Charming’

Sunday morning. You woke to the sound of birds chirping and a light breeze blowing through your window. You stretched your arms out in front of you as you sat up and looked around your room. Margaret, a senior at the hospital had offered you a place to live. A friend of hers owned a few rental properties and it just so happened one of them needed new tenants. It was small, but it had everything you needed and it was in a nice quiet street. You were lucky. The white Walls were bare and you still had cardboard boxes scattered around. You yawned, stretching your arms widely and threw the covers back, slid out of bed and knelt, grabbing the robe of the floor. You wrapped it around your body and walked to the dresser, your fingers running over the glass of the only photo frame you had out. “Where’d you go Juan?” You whispered, tracing his face with your fingers. You gently placed the photo back down and sighed. Your house was suspiciously quiet considering your roomie was a crazy three year old. You walked to his room, your feet treading softly on the carpet. A smile spread over your face as you watched him sleep. He looked so much like his father, it both broke your heart and warmed it. You watched a little while longer before you turned and headed for the bathroom. It had been a big week for little Leo and your little lion needed his rest. Once you’d showered and dressed you went to the kitchen and started making breakfast. You’d just set the eggs on the bench when you heard the sound of little feet running through the house. “Mommy mommy” he called You went to the hallway to meet him and knelt as he ran into your arms. “Good morning my little lion,” you said as you lifted him and pressed kisses all over his face as he chuckled. “Good morning my big mommy” he laughed. “Big?!” You scoffed grinning as you moved your son to your hip and walked back into the kitchen. “Yeah momma, your the big lion” he told you matter of factly. “Alright baby. Are you ready to go to your new daycare tomorrow?” You asked him as you set him on the floor. He ran up to the table and climbed on his chair, diving into his colouring books that had been left there from yesterday. “Yeah mommy!” Good, you thought as you turned and continued making breakfast for your little family of two.

You lifted the styrofoam cup to your lips and took a sip of your coffee as the doors slid open infront of you. You held Leo’s hand with yours and walked through the doors. Following the signs you walked down to the Day Care centre at St Thomas Hospital. You signed him in and knelt down next to him. “I’ll see you later mi vida, you be a good boy and mommy will pick you up after work” you said as you adjusted his buttons and smoothed down his collar. He grinned at you and rolled his eyes “I’m always a good boy momma” he said. You shook your head at his sass, smirking as you kissed his forehead. “Bye little lion, I love you,” you said as you stood and ruffled his hair. “I love you too mommy” he said and walked away towards the other kids.

You sat at the front desk watching the clock. 3 hours left and you could pick up Leonardo and go home. The doors opened and in walked four men. They all wore leather kuttes, and a sense of danger and mystery radiated off them. The front one was blonde and ridiculously handsome. He sauntered up to the desk and ran his eyes over you. You raised your eyebrow “Can I help?” “You new here darlin?” He asked, smirking at you. Jesus Christ he was gorgeous. The other three guys looked over you, one was tall with black curly hair and piercing blue eyes. One was older with scars across his cheeks. The other was bigger, shaved head and cold dark eyes. He had a toothpick between his lips and he moved it side to side as he ran his eyes over your body. “Mhmm, first day” you smiled up at him. You noticed the president patch on his leather. Impressive, he looked young. His eyes met yours. Why did she look so familiar? He thought to himself. “Mind telling me what ward Dr Knowles is in?” He asked you. “She should be in her office, she just had a meeting” “Thank you darlin” he winked at you and walked down the hall. The man with the scars and the one with curly black hair followed him, both winking at you. The last one stayed and stared at you. “You get eyes for Christmas?” You asked him, one eyebrow raised. You saw a ghost of a smirk pass his lips and he leant over the desk, twirling the toothpick in his mouth with his tongue. “What’s your name?” He asked you. Your breath caught at the sound of his raspy voice. “(Y/n)” you told him “but if you’d looked at my name badge instead of staring at my tits you’d know that” He smirked and looked at you, his dark eyes searching your face. “Hap! Let’s go!” The curly head man yelled. Both your heads snapped as you saw the two men storming out of the hospital. 'Hap’ looked back at you, rolling the toothpick along his lips before he spoke. “See you round, little girl”

~

Leonardo was sitting next to a little blonde boy when you came to pick him up. You watched as they both played with the toy cars in front of them. You smiled, glad to know your son had made a friend. Your son was a happy boy but he didn’t get to spend much time with other kids back in Queens. “You must be (y/n) (y/l/n)” You turned and saw a woman standing there, brown hair and a warm smile on her face. “Yeah, the one and only” you smiled back at her. She laughed and held out her hand, you shook it. “I’m Tara Knowles, the one and only” she smirked back at you “that’s my son, Abel” You turned and looked at the blond boy who was still playing with the cars, both him and Leo laughing together. “And that’s mine, Leo” He turned at the sound of his name, his face lighting up when he saw you. “Momma!” He cried and ran towards you, Abel doing the same when he saw Tara. You both smiled and knelt, lifting the boys into your arms and turning towards the exit. “You new in town?” Tara asked you. “Yeah, moved here last week. Bit of a change from New York” you laughed. “Tell me about it” Tara replied rolling her eyes. “It’s a good town though, small, but the people are great” “Yeah not to mention the sexy bikers” you said. One of the nurses had told you in the staff room that Tara was married to the blond biker that had came looking for her, Jackson Teller. Tara laughed as you both walked towards your cars. “Hey you should stop by the club sometime. A lot of those sexy bikers are single” she said smirking as she sat Abel in his car seat. You laughed “thanks, but I’m not really on the market. This little guy takes up most of my time” you said as you buckled Leo into his car seat. She nodded knowingly and opened her car door “Well the offer stands. See you tomorrow (y/n)” “Yeah, see ya Tara” you said as you got in your seat and started the car. She waved as she drove off and you smiled to yourself. Looks like you’d both made a new friend on your first day.

SAMCRO The club was sat around the bar, enjoying a beer after the long day. “Jax, you gotta ask Tara about that hot little lady behind the desk” Tig said as he passed a joint to his brother. Jax laughed “Why don’t you ask Hap?” Everyone turned to Happy, who sat next to Juice. “She’s mine” was all he said as he stood and headed towards the dorms. The guys all laughed. “Shit man, what’d we miss?” Juice asked, him and Bobby exchanging looks, intrigued by the new girl at St Thomas.

~

“Did you eat all the Oreos?” You asked, one hand on your hip, the other clutching an empty box of your favourite biscuits. Leo looked up at you with his big puppy dog eyes, chocolate and crumbs all over his face. “No mommy, you ate them” he told you. You raised your eye brow “Leonardo Luciano Ortiz, your momma didn’t raise no liar” You said sternly, though there was a smirk forming on your face. “Um. Okay mommy I might have had one” Leo told you guiltily. He looked at you, your face not moving. “Mommyyyy” he moaned, knowing he’d been caught. You laughed and crouched over him and tickled his sides. “Leo you little Cookie Monster!” You laughed. “Mommy! Stop!” He chuckled. You tickled him a little longer before you stood. “Go wash your face mi vida, then you can watch cartoons while mommy cooks tea” He stood and ran towards the bathroom.

You dropped Leo off at his daycare, and started walking back to your desk. “Shit” you mumbled as you realised you’d left your phone in your car. You rummaged through your bag looking for your keys as you left the building. You were still searching for them when you walked right into a man wearing leather. You stepped back and looked up at the same face from yesterday. “Sorry,” you mumbled as you looked into his dark eyes. A smirk ghosted his lips as he looked down at you, still playing with that damned toothpick in his lips. You finally found your keys and grabbed them, stepping around the man. He grabbed your wrists and you looked at him again, raising your eyebrows. “Im Happy,” he said. God his voice was sexy. You smiled and nodded, before turning away and walking to your car. You grabbed your phone and headed towards the entrance. Happy was still standing there, watching you. “You need something, Happy?” You asked him, tilting your head to the side. He studied your face and licked his lips before he spoke. “We’re having a party on Friday. I want you there” You laughed nervously. Confused. “Look that’s real nice of you bu-” “Come with Tara” he interrupted you. You looked down at your feet and nodded. You felt his fingers under your chin and he raised your head to look at him. “I’ll see you there little girl” he spoke softly, before he bent his neck and pressed his lips against yours softly. He then turned suddenly and walked to his bike, leaving you standing there with a stunned look on your face. 'What the fuck just happened!’ Your mind screamed as you forced yourself to walk into your desk. Your hands shook as you sunk into your seat, your mind racing a hundred miles an hour. Maybe it was time to move on?

~ The rest of the week flew by as you settled into your new job. You’d spent a lot of your breaks with Tara, she told you about the Club and she was surprised that Happy had caught your eye. According to Tara he never really talked to anyone except the his brothers, he didn’t even talk to the 'croweaters’- he just slept with them. Even Jax had said to Tara that he’d never seen Happy act the way he was with a woman- especially one he barely knew. Now it was Friday and you were on your fifth cup of coffee, trying- but failing, to calm your nerves about tonight. Tara had arranged for Leo to go with Abel to her house, where they had a nanny to look after them. You weren’t sure what to expect from the night. A part of you was excited to see Happy. It had been a long time since you had had someone else in your life and maybe it was time you let someone look after you, for once. But you doubted he would be ready for a woman with a child, and if someone couldn’t be on board with Leo, they weren’t worth your time. Plus who knows, maybe all he was after was some cheap hookup. There was nothing wrong with that, you thought to yourself. You weren’t exactly 'easy’ but ever since Juan had left you’d practically been a virgin. It had been a while, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t miss being in the arms of a man. And hey if you were gonna have a one night stand it may as well be with someone as sexy as Happy. Once you’d finished work you drove home and made dinner before having a quick shower and getting changed. You pulled on your tight, ripped black skinny jeans and your white laced crop top. You brushed out your hair and decided to leave it out, before doing your makeup. You kept it simple, just doing a long black wing with your eyeliner and layering on the mascara. You stood back and admired your reflection. You scrubbed up pretty well. You quickly pulled your black boots on and walked into the lounge where Leo was watching cartoons. “Momma you look pretty” he said to you. “Well thank you baby” you smiled as you lifted him on to your hip. You grabbed the remote and turned the tv off before walking out the door and locking it behind you. You buckled Leo into his seat and drove over to Tara’s house.

SAMCRO

Happy sat at the bar with a beer in his hands, ignoring the crow eaters that were pawing at him. “Ah come on Hap, ya lass will be here soon” Chibs said slapping his shoulder. Happy wasn’t afraid that you wouldn’t show. He knew you would. But he was nervous. Until you had his crow on you, you were fair game and he knew what his brothers were like. You were a hot piece of ass and the minute the guys saw you he knew they’d all be trying to take you home. He sighed and stood, heading to the bathroom. Juice and Tig watched him go and laughed. “She must really be something to get the Killer nervous like this” Juice chuckled taking a swig of his beer. Tig laughed beside him “she is man, she really is” Jax joined in the laughter as Happy returned and they continued to tease him.

Tara pulled into the lot and parked the car. You got out of the passenger side nervously, playing with your hair. You could hear the music and could already see people standing around outside. Some were other members, some were girls wearing barely anything and throwing themselves at the men in leather. Tara nudged your shoulder “(y/n) you look amazing, come on,” You smiled at her and took a deep breath before walking beside her. She opened the door and you followed her inside. The music was loud and the scent of weed, sex and alcohol hit you immediately. Tara led you to the bar where Jax was now standing and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Hey darlin” he said kissing her before turning to you “look who showed” You rolled your eyes at him and smirked as he passed you a beer. You took a swig as you felt hands grab your waist. You turned slowly and smiled when you saw Happy smiling down at you. “Hey stranger” you said “Hey little girl” he said as he pressed a kiss to your lips. Juice sat on the couch with Tig, both of them laughing as they teased one of the prospects. “Look man she’s here!” Tig hissed at Juice, spitting his beer over the table. Juice couldn’t see her through the crowd so they both stood, walking up to bar so they could meet the girl that had Happy hooked. Her back was to them and Happy had his arms wrapped firmly around her waist as they talked with Jax and Tara. “Look who turned up” Tig shouted as they neared the couple. Happy smirked and the girl turned in his arms. Juice froze the minute he saw her face.

You turned around and smiled at 'Tig’ he neared you with open arms but your eyes flickered over him to the man standing there staring at you. Your whole body went numb and you dropped the beer you were holding as you met his gaze. The glass shattered on the floor, making people stare in your direction as you stood there, frozen, looking at the one face you never thought you’d see again. “Juan?”

~

You body trembled as you stepped out of Happys arms, your eyes never leaving Juice’s face. Your boots crushed the broken glass on the floor. He stared at you, his mouth open and his eyes wide. “(Y/n)” he whispered as he stepped closer to you. Happy screwed his face up and exchanged confused glances with Jax. The whole club was watching the two of you, staring at each other and creeping closer. Tears started to form in your eyes. “Juan,” you whispered. Tears started to roll down your cheeks as he moved closer to you. Your knees felt week and you gulped, looking into his eyes. He reached his hands out and held your face. “Bubba..” He whispered, his voice cracking as his fingers wiped away your tears. Something inside you snapped when you heard that. You stepped back and brought your hand to his cheek fast. Your palm collided with his cheek and a lot smacking sound echoed around the room. He grabbed his cheek and stared at you, guilt all over his face. Your mouth was dry and tears poured down your face. You stepped back again before turning towards Happy. You couldn’t look at him but you felt his eyes burning into you as you leant over and grabbed your bag. “I’m sorry” you whispered, your voice cracking as you turned and ran out of the clubhouse. Happy watched you leave before turning to Juice, who was frozen in place holding his cheek. The club exchanged glances. “What the fuck Juice?” Jax asked, breaking the silence. Juice snapped his head up and shook his head at his brothers before he ran out the door after you. You hadn’t stopped running and tears streamed down your face as your feet hit the pavement. Just keep going. You just had to keep going. Maybe then this nightmare would disappear. You heard your name being shouted but you kept going, your mind racing. Juice was here. In Charming. Jesus Christ. Your mind went to Leo and you ran faster. What were you going to do? You were just at his clubhouse. Shit, you’d just had your tongue down his brothers throat. He didn’t even know Leo existed. How was he gonna react? He was here. You turned the corner and leaned against a tree, holding your hand to your chest as you tried to catch your breath. You looked up at the sky. How were you going to fix this? He was the ghost that haunted your dreams for so many nights now. You had dreamt for so long that you would see him again but you never truly believed it was possible. And now here, in the middle of your new life, he just walked back in. All the heartbreak, the memories, everything you had been trying to forget, all the pain you had left behind you in Queens had escaped. It hit you like a slap in the face and you were overcome with emotion. He had been your home, you had built your whole life around him and when he left he took everything. He took your love and your light, he left you homeless and broken, surrounded by the walls of the empty house you once shared. It was a miracle you’d made it out alive and the only thing that kept you going was your son. Your son that he knew nothing about. Fuck. Fuck, he looked so happy. How dare he abandon you like that, leave you crying on the floor and destroy your idea of love and run away. And be happy. You had been broken for years and here he was, in California building a new life and forgetting all about the girl he had destroyed back home. Juice ran faster, determined to catch up to you. He turned the corner and saw you leaning against a tree, still as beautiful as the day he’d left, despite the tear stains down your cheeks. He slowed his pace and walked up to you slowly. You turned your head and saw Juice looking at you. “Juan.. What the fuck?” You cried as tears began falling down your cheeks again. He walked closer to you and wrapped his arms around you. He smelt like leather and weed and you sobbed into his chest, clutching the leather kutte. He stroked your hair as his own tears fell. “Let me explain, please (y/n)” You pulled back and looked into the brown eyes that had haunted your dreams for the last four years. “You left me” you whispered. Tears ran down his cheeks as he nodded. “Please (y/n) let me explain to you” You let go of his leather and stepped back, nodding slowly.

SAMCRO Happy sat at the bar, tossing another shot down his throat. “Who is she?” Tig asked no one in particular. Happy said nothing as he poured another shot. Tara cleared her throat. “(Y/n) (y/l/n), she just moved here from New York” “Queens?” Jax asked Tara nodded, looking at her old man. “Ah shit” Chibs spoke, all heads turned to him. “Juicy boy told me about a her once. He loved her but he left once he got into trouble with that club. I didn’t know it was the lass from the hospital” he said as he too took a shot. “Shit. She’s the one in his wallet. I thought she looked familiar” said Jax. He’d seen a photo of you in Juices wallet a year ago. He had asked Juice about it and he had smiled sadly and said it was his old lady. That was the first and the last time he’d ever spoken about her. Happy stood up and stormed to his dorm, all the brothers watched as he slammed the door.

With shaking hands you opened the door to your home. Leo was still at Tara’s with the sitter and you hadn't known where else to bring Juan to talk. You stepped inside and Juice followed you, his eyes watching you carefully. You sat on the sofa and stared ahead, not allowing yourself to look at him. Thank god some of his OCD had rubbed off on you in the past, none of Leo’s toys were around and you said a silent thank you to yourself. That was one conversation you weren’t ready to have yet. Not that you were even ready for this one. Juice sat on the sofa next to you, he reached out and grabbed your hand. Part of you wanted to yank your hand away. How dare he touch you, after all these years. But another part of you, a much bigger part craved the affection. God you had been in love with him for so long now that you had to fight the urge to forget everything that had happened and live happily ever after. But it wasn't that simple. It never was. You turned your body towards him and met his gaze. “(Y/n).. I.. I’m sorry. Look the day I got out, I got out early because I made a deal. The club I was working for found out. They were going to come after me. I had to protect you” “Protect me? Protect me!” You shouted, standing up. “You broke my heart Juan! You left me crying on the floor! How was that protecting me?” Juice stood up to “It was the only way (y/n) , they would have come after you too, they would have killed you” he said raising his voice. “Did they kill you, Juan?! Huh? No! You look pretty fucking alive to me.” “They wouldn't have killed me Juan, YOU killed me! Do you have any idea how it felt when you walked out on me? To hear you say that you didn’t love me? Fuck Juan did you ever love me?” You shouted, tears falling again as you paced across the living room. He nodded “Bubba I have loved you since the day I met you. I have!” He shouted when you started to protest “I loved you that night at that party and I loved you the day I left. I still fucking love you (y/n), I never stopped” Sobs took over your body and Juice walked over to you, taking you into his arms. You let him wrap his arms around you. “I love you (y/n). I’m sorry I left you, I won’t ever leave you again” he whispered. You looked up at him, your eyes red and puffy. He had no idea just how bad things had been when he left. He had no idea that he didn't just leave you, he left your unborn child. He had no idea that his son even existed. You sighed. It was now or never. “Juan, when you left-” “(Y/n) please” he interrupted you. “No Juan Carlos, listen to me.” You gulped and reached up to touch his face. “When you left, I was pregnant”

~

Happy sat on his begin is dorm room  staring at the ceiling. You were with Juice? Jealousy burned within him. He had never met anyone like you, you were so captivating. You seemed to light up a room and you were so goddamn beautiful. He couldn’t get your eyes out of his mind as he stared at his hands. The hands that had hurt so many people, the hands that had taken lives, the hands that belonged to a killer. You wouldn’t want to be with him anyway, the things he’d done.. You deserved better. He sighed standing up and heading to the bathroom.

~

Juice stared at you. His face blank and unreadable. “You were pregnant?” He asked, his voice cracking. You gulped and nodded. Shit, maybe you shouldn’t have told him. “(Y/n) I-” “No it’s okay Juan. You didn’t ask for this, I just thought you had the right to know. Look il find another job, we can be out of your life soon” “I have a kid?” He whispered still staring at you. “You have a son” you smiled at him softly. “Juan it’s okay, you didn’t know. We will leave. We’ll go back to Queens. We-” “I have a son” Juice whispered. You met his gaze. A smile began to spread on his face. “I have a son?!” He said again. You watched his face change. He wasn’t angry. Why wasn’t he angry? “Bubba if I’d known, I never would have left you” “But you did Juan. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe I should have told you that day. Maybe not. The point is you did leave. But this isn't just about you and me anymore. I need to put him first” you said, squeezing his hand. “I want to meet him. If that’s okay” he murmured softly. “Uh yeah of course” you replied, clearing your throat nervously. You didn’t expect that he would want to meet him. You had shown Leo photos of Juice before, he knew who his father was but you never thought you would actually have to introduce them one day. You never thought you’d see Juice again, yet here you were. “I’m so sorry” Juan said as he pulled you into him. You sighed. You were too tired to argue with him again. You were still hurt, of course you were. Nothing he said could change that. But you had to think of Leo, he had a right to know his father. You couldn’t stand in the way of that. “Juan, you can meet him. But I need to know.. If you want to be a part of his life you can’t leave again. You can’t walk out on him. I know this is a lot to take in but I need to know that you want this. That you really want this. I won’t let you leave him like you left me. If your going to be in his life you need to be a constant” you said to him, looking into his eyes. “(Y/n) I will do anything for him. Please, let me meet my son” You nodded and smiled at him. “He’s at Tara’s with the nanny. I.. I can go pick him up if you want to meet him now?” Juice nodded and grinned at you. God how you’d missed that smile. “What about us?” He whispered. “This isn’t about us anymore Juan. This is about Leo” “Leo?” Juice smiled at you. You smiled back. “Leonardo Luciano Ortiz” His smile grew wide as he head his sons full name. “Your mom helped me name him. You should call her Juan, she misses you” “You’ve been hanging with my mom?!” Juice asked, his eyes wide. You laughed as you stood and grabbed your keys. “Yes Juan, and she’s shown me aaall your naked baby photos” you smirked at him as you reached for the door, laughing at the blush on his face. “I’m gonna go get Leo. Wait here” Your mind raced as you drove to Tara’s. Were you making a mistake? Maybe you should just get grab Leo and drive back to Queens. He had left you, maybe now it was your turn. No. No, Juan deserved to know his son, and Leo deserved a father. You were a great mother, loving and devoted. You would do anything for your son but it had taken a toll on you trying to play the role of a father too. You sighed as you opened the window, welcoming the cold fresh air as it filled the car. What a night! You’d never expected to see Juan at the club, you’d only gone to see Happy. Shit! Happy! You felt awful. You had really liked the guy and had enjoyed the short time you’d spent with him. He made you feel safe. Maybe in a different world, maybe at a different time, you could have really tried with him. But not now, it was never going to happen. Juan owned your heart. He always had. With him back in the picture, no one else stood a chance. Not that he was gonna get you back easy, no way. You pulled into Tara’s driveway and turned off your car. You got out, shutting the car door before walking up and knocking lightly. The nanny you’d met earlier answered and let you in. “Mommy!” Leo shouted and ran towards you. “Hello mi vida” you smiled at him and pulled him into your arms, kissing his cheeks and sitting him on your hip. “Say goodbye to Abel baby” “Bye Abel baby!” Leo called out, making you laugh. You said your goodbye to the nanny and walked out, loading Leo into his car seat. You sat in your seat and started the car. “Did you have a good night?” You asked him. “I did mommy. Abel has cool toys” “I bet he does. Mommy has a surprise for you at home.” You said, suddenly nervous. “For me?! Ooh I hope it’s a horse!” You laughed. “A horse Leonardo? Where are you gonna keep a horse?” “In my wardrobe mom” He said, as if it was obvious. “Leo do you remember when I told you about your daddy?” You asked. “You love daddy” he told you. You nodded and smiled softly. “I do baby. Your daddy is at home and he wants to meet you,” you told him, looking at him in the mirror. His face lit up and he smiled the same smile Juice had. “Daddy?!” “Yeah baby. Your daddy”

Juice sat nervously on your couch. He heard your car pull up and he stood. His hands were shaking. He had a son?! He couldn’t believe it. You opened the door and stepped inside, closing it softly as you held Leo to your hip. You walked into the lounge and saw Juice standing there nervously. He had put all your remotes in order and moved all your cushions so they were lined perfectly with the couch. The stack of magazine that had been strewn across your coffee table now sat in a neat pile. He was definitely nervous. “Leo,” you spoke softly to your son, who had suddenly turned shy and tucked himself into your neck. “Leo this is your father, Juan” You felt him shift in your arms and he looked at Juice. Juice looked at the little boy in your arms. ‘ He looked at his big brown eyes and his dark curls. “Hey little man,” he said as he stepped closer, looking at you for reassurance before he reached his arms out, holding Leo’s back softly. You nodded and shifted Leo on your hip so he could see his father properly. “Hi” Leo squeaked quietly. You smiled. In the short time that your son had been on this earth one thing he had never been was shy. You grabbed Juices hand and led him to the couch, where you both sat down and you placed Leo between you. Leo looked up at you and you smiled at him, encouraging him. He turned and looked at Juice. You watched Juice as he studied your son. “You’re my dad” Leo said. You both laughed. “Yeah little man, I’m your dad” Juice said, beaming. “Mommy loves you” Leo told him. You blushed as you felt Juices eyes on you, smiling widely. “I love your mommy” Juice told him, his eyes never leaving your face. “I’ve missed you daddy” Leo said as he moved into Juices lap and wrapped his little arms around his neck. Tears formed in your eyes as you met Juices gaze. “Yeah, I’ve missed you too Leo”

~

The smell of coffee and pancakes filled your house and you sang while you moved around the kitchen. Juice had helped you put Leo to bed last night and then you had stayed up late talking before he went back to the clubhouse. You had agreed to take Leo there this morning, Juice wanted to introduce him to the club and spend more time with him. You were nervous but had agreed as it meant you had a chance to talk to Happy. Juice hadn’t mentioned him but you felt guilty. You knew you had to explain. Leo already loved Juice, you could tell and you weren’t surprised. Despite being exhausted from last nights events you’d found it hard to sleep so you’d gotten up early, making a big breakfast for Leo. You were worried about how all of this was going to effect him. Maybe you were wrong to have introduced them so early. But fear of history repeating itself had played a large part in your decision and you wanted to bring the two together. Just incase. Incase Juan left again before you had the chance. You knew what the club life was like, Tara had warned you, and even Juice had warned you. But there was no way you could live without Juan in your life. Not anymore. You served a plate of pancakes, with bacon and blue berries and laid it on the table in front of Leo. He put his hands to his face and gaped at you. “Wow mommy!” You laughed at him, “Thank you mi vida. Eat up” You quickly served your own plate with a big cup of coffee before sitting and joining your son. “Where’s daddy?” Leo asked you. “He’s at his clubhouse baby. We’ll go there after breakfast, he wants to introduce you to his family” You smiled as his face lit up. Once breakfast was done and Leo 'helped’ you with the dishes (he tried to sit in the sink) you took him to get changed out of his wet clothes. “Mommy?” He asked you as you pulled his shirt over his head. “Leo?” “Can I get my hair like daddy’s?” You laughed and ruffled his curly brown hair, imagining him with a Mohawk. “Not in a million years mi vida” you smiled, kissing his forehead.

Juice sat at the bar next to Chibs, a mug of hot coffee in his hands. He had told them all about his son and they were all excited to meet him. Chibs had always been a fatherly figure to him in the club and he was the first person Juice had told about Leo when he got back last night. “So what’s going on with the two of yeh then juicy boy?” Chibs asked him. “I dunno man. I love her. But I hurt her real bad, she needs time” Chibs nodded. “She said we can work on it. But Leo comes first” “Aye, she’s a smart lass son” Chibs slapped his shoulder and both of them turned as Happy walked out of the hallway. He nodded towards his brothers and went to the kitchen. Juice sighed and stood up, following him. “Look man, I’m sorry” Juice sad, rubbing his head. Happy turned and stared at him, not saying anything. “There’s a lotta history there man,” Juice said, nerves growing. “Do you love her?” Happy growled. Juice turned his head and met Happys cold gaze. “I do man. I do” Happy nodded and stepped past him, he reached the door before he stopped and turned. “If you hurt her I’ll kill you”

You pulled into the lot of TM, killed the engine and hopped out. It was a warm day in Charming, the sun was burning down and there was a gentle breeze blowing your hair. You were wearing your denim shorts, forgetting how short they actually were, and an old band Tshirt that fit you perfectly. You reached into the car and got Leo out. He had insisted on wearing his black jeans and his 'Ramones’ Tshirt and you had to admit, he looked pretty cool. You grabbed his hand as you locked the car and led him towards the club house. There was a member sitting outside, you didn’t recognise him but his patch read Tacoma. You smiled at him as you walked past him, grabbing the door and pulling it open. You stepped inside and saw all the other members sitting around the club house. They all turned to look at you and you felt yourself blush. Juice stood up and walked towards you. “Daddy!” Leo yelled and ran towards him. Juice knelt down and picked him up “hey little man!” He cooed at him, grinning widely. He wrapped his arm around your shoulder and kissed your cheek, you smiled and he led you to his brothers. You felt a lot of eyes on you and you met the stares, smiling at each of them and knowing they would have a lot of questions. “Guys this is (y/n), and this” Juice grinned “is our son, Leonardo Luciano Ortiz” Leo looked around at all the men wearing leather and looked at you. You leant towards him, knowing that look on his face that meant he had a question. “Mommy can I have a jacket like theirs?” Everyone laughed and you rolled your eyes, Juice beaming at you. “Maybe when your fifty mi vida,” you told him, smiling lovingly. Your eyes scanned the room until you met Happys cold gaze. He was standing at the back leaning against the bar, toothpick in his mouth and cleaning a gun and not bothering to look at the new family that everyone else was watching. You left Leo with Juice and walked over to him. “Hey Happy,”'you said nervously. He rolled the toothpick along his lips and looked at you with those dark eyes. “What are you doing little girl?” Your breath caught at the his words. You didn't know if it was his rough gravelly voice or the name he had called you and either way you didn't really care but damn did it turn you on. You sighed and sat in a stool next to him. “Can we talk?” He stared at you before he nodded, stood and grabbed your hand, leading you outside. Juice watched and felt jealousy burn within him, his eyes followed you til the door shut behind you, then Leo grabbed his attention again. Happy led you to the picnic table, which was now empty and you sat on top of it while he stayed standing. He didn’t say anything, just watched you and played with his toothpick. “I’m sorry Happy” your voice shook as you stared down at your hands. Jesus, he wasn’t making this easy for you. “Me and Juan.. There’s a lot of history there. I didn’t know he was here. I haven’t heard from him in four years. If I’d known I-” you stopped, unable to get your words out. Happy stepped closer to you and ran his fingers along your cheek. You looked up at him and saw his jaw clenching. God this man was sexy. You bit your lip as he lifted your chin. “Do you love him?” He growled. You eyes met his and you nodded. “I do” Happy didn’t say anything else, just nodded and leant towards you. He pressed a kiss softly to your lips and you moaned gently. He pulled back from you and studied your face. “If he hurts you, I’ll kill him” he growled before he stalked back inside. Juices head snapped as he heard the door open and Happy walked in. He met his gaze and nodded, before going back to the bar and his gun cleaning. A minute later you walked back inside. You walked and sat next to Juice, who was laughing at Tig and Chibs play with Leo. “You okay bubba?” He asked you quietly. You smiled and nodded. Your mind raced. Were you okay? Not really. You’d been in love with Juice for years. You had no doubt in your mind that you loved him. So why did you feel so empty after talking to Happy? That kiss had sent fire burning through your body and you couldn’t keep your mind off him. You loved Juan. You knew you did. But were you falling for Happy too?

~

You sat at the bar with Tig laughing together. The two of you had become close over the last few months. “Hey (y/n)?” He asked you, his face growing serious now. You looked at him and smiled “What’s up Tiggy?” “What’s going on? With you and Juice?” You sighed. You weren’t really sure yourself. You’d been spending a lot of time together, he even crashed at your house a lot- on the couch that is. “I dunno Tiggy. Honestly? I wish I could hate him for the way he left me. Except that I don’t. I wish I did- fuck I wish I could. Maybe that’s what real love is.. Not hating someone when you should” you sighed and took a sip of your beer. “He loves you, doll.” Tig told you, wrapping his arm around you. “I know,” you nodded. You had tried to forget what had happened, but how could you forget four years? You understood his reasons for leaving. It was selfish and stupid but you understood. But he knew where you were. He could have called you, just once. Just to say that he was alive, cause god only knows how many sleepless nights you spent with tear stained cheeks, shouting to the stars, begging them to bring you home safely. You still loved him, of course you did. But lately you were beginning to wonder if it was enough. If it could ever be enough. Juice walked in as you finished your beer and smiled when he saw you. “Hey Bubba, where’s Leo?” He asked as he kissed your cheek. “He’s outside with Abel and Chibs” you smiled at him. He reached down and squeezed your hand “Can we talk?” He asked you. You nodded, turning to kiss Tigs cheek and whispering a thank you before you followed Juice to his dorm. He shut the door softly behind you and you sat on his bed. “(Y/n).. What are we doing?” He asked you softly. You sighed and looked up at him as he came to stand in front of you. “I don’t know Juan” you told him truthfully. “I love you (y/n). I do and I’m sorry that I left you” “Juan stop. Stop apologising. I get it okay? Yeah it still hurts but I will get over it. You’re here now. Leo needs you” you smiled at him. He knelt in front of you and grabbed your hands. “Do you love me?” He asked you. “I do Juan.” You whispered, your voice shaking. “You know I do.” “Are you in love with me?” He asked you, whispering now too. You felt tears roll down your cheeks. “Juan” you whispered, squeezing his hands. “I’ve been in love with you since the day I met you. But I..” You stopped as sobs began to take over your body. “I think I got used to loving someone that wasn’t here” you cried. He pulled you into his chest as you sobbed, patting your hair gently. “I know bubba. I love you, so much (y/n), I do” he said, tilting your face so he could look at you. “But it doesn’t feel the same anymore” his voice cracked and tears began to form in his eyes. You sobbed into his chest, feeling your heart break all over again. Deep down you knew this was coming. Too much had happened, too much time had passed, too much had changed. You still loved him with every inch of your soul but you were realising maybe it was a different kind of love. Maybe you loved him as your best friend, as the father to your child, as a memory of a time when you were breathtakingly happy.   “I love you Juan, I always will” you sobbed as you held his face between your hands. “I know bubba. I will always love you” he whispered. You wiped the tears falling from his cheeks and you both sat like that, wrapped in each other’s arms. “What happens now?” You ask him. “I don’t know (y/n),” he whispered, smiling. “I forgive you Juan, for leaving. You need to know that” He looked down at you and smiled sadly, before kissing your cheek. “I know (y/n), I know”

Six months had passed and you were a lot happier. You and Juice had decided to remain just friends. It was hard sometimes, you admitted, you still had feelings for him buried deep inside but you knew it was best to stay friends. He still came over nearly every night, eating Chinese with you and Leo, or even watching him so you could pick up extra shifts at work. Things were good. There was a party tonight at the clubhouse, the Tacoma charter was coming down so it was supposed to be big. You had agreed to go with Juice, you missed hanging out with the guys. You dropped Leo off at Tara’s house, where she was staying with Abel and drove over to TM. You pulled in and rolled your eyes. Juice hadn’t told you just how big this party was going to be. The lot was full of motorcycles and men, all wearing leather. There were more crow eaters here than normal. If there were this many people outside, you knew inside would be even more crowded. You got out of the car, making sure to lock it. The music was loud and you could barely hear it over the sound of laughter and voices. You smiled and headed inside. “(Y/n)!” You heard a name shout as you neared the entrance to the club house. You laughed as a very drunk Tig came charging at you and picked you up by the waist. “Hey Tiggy” you grinned at your friend. “You look stunning” he slurred as he put you down and slapped your ass, causing you to laugh again. “Thank you Alex” you winked at him and twirled, showing off your outfit while he pretended to take photos with an imaginary camera. Juice was sitting at the bar and he got up when he saw you. He greeted you and led you to Opie and a pretty blond girl. “(Y/n) this is Lyla” juice told you “I’ve heard so much about you!” Lyla smiled at you. You laughed and raised your eyebrows at Juice who blushed, and Opie who just shrugged. “I’m sure you have” “Cmon, let’s get a drink” Lyla grabbed your hand and led you to the bar. Juice sat next to Happy and looked at him. “Hey, Killer?” Happy looked at him and raised an eyebrow. “Look Hap, I know you like her” Happy grunted and Juice rolled his eyes. “Why haven’t you made a move? You know that me and her are just friends. You’ve barely even talked to her” That was true. Happy had kept his distance despite knowing you and Juice weren’t together. Happy grunted and rolled his toothpick between his lips. “Do you still love her?” He growled. Juice sighed and looked at his hands. “I will always love her Hap. But we can’t be together, we both know that. If you want to be with her, you should go for it. She deserves to be happy” he put an emphasis on the last word and smiled goofily at his pun. They both looked at you, laughing at the bar with Lyla. Happy nodded slowly and slapped Juices shoulder. “Thank you, brother” he said as he stood. “But Hap,” Juice said before Happy walked away. He turned at looked at Juice, waiting for him to continue. “If you hurt her, I’ll kill you”

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Episode 6: "Hmmm #conspiracy" - Ian

SIKE I LIVED AHAHAHHAA. WE CRUSHED BLUDVA. Bludva who???????

WOOOOOO WE WON!!! I WAS ACTUALLY GOOD AT SOMETHING. That being said if Tom, Evan, Jules or JJ goes home I will start a fire in your bathroom. Not really because I’m too scared to use matches but I will be very UPSET.

That was probably one of the most unsettling rounds I have ever played. So like before I slept last night, JJ and I went on call and he spilled his guts to me. Literally offered me a lot of things saying he will be loyal to us four and all. I didn’t want to have that conversation but I had to in order to see if I can get anything from JJ.

Unfortunately even tho he was telling me how Evan, Jules and Tom betrayed him I got nothing new from him. Like he was not telling information that would earn my favor like info on his other tribe mates. So I told him I will consider his offer and I slept woo

Flash forward to the morning I wake up and us 4 Budva baes we’re debating the merits of keeping Evan or JJ. Jason and Julia were entertaining the idea of keeping JJ and voting out Evan because he has some connections to the other og Durmitor and Ali and I were pushing to keep the target on JJ. Me and Ali discussed this earlier and we know that JJ was gonna try do whatever it takes to stay. We both agreed that by keeping JJ that would screw over Tom and Jules who were the ones willing to flip for us. And so Ali finally brought that up and I think that convinced Jason and Julia to stick with the JJ vote. Jason also learned from Jules that JJ is very well connected with the other og Durmitor so that pretty much sold it.

Like minutes before tribal JJ made a chat with him and us 4 Budva minus the hosts oof! He pleaded his case and I AM NOT COMFROTABLE WE THOSE KIND OF THINGS!! So I ignored those messages and just endured and then JJ was voted out and he got into a small argument with Julia and Jules.

Right now, the plan if we go to tribal again is to get rid of Evan because he’s a SNAKE!!

i can't remember when i last confessed but stuff has happened so... whew.

okay so! first things first, JJ is gone. which it was his time and byebye. I think Evan is likely next, he just alienated EVERYONE, including JJ who he leaked stuff too, who voted for him so rest in peace.

also emathia, can't keep secrets Ali truly jumped out on call with Jules yesterday. I truly told her everything. ALSO CRAP I JUST MISSED MY STEP FOR THE CHALLENGE GRR. but yup, she knows about the idol, that I trust Benj and that I hosted Mo for his first season (all the stuff I hadn't originally told her). I am committed to going as far as possible with her, we are WINNING!

in other news, i now know tom is sus about working with me. WHICH AHH NERVY. i really want him to trust me, and will do my best to show that trust is worth it.

in other... other news... I have thoughts about the other four I haven't played with yet. I assume Benj is who flipped and I'm proud of him for doing what he needs to do. Of the four I haven't met, we have:

Caeleb, aka Tom's cousin. IM CONVINCED. IM 100% CONVINCED THEY ARE RELATED. Tom can deny it ALL HE WANTS, but I am onto the ancestry.com (lowkey they aren't related but its super funny to me ankslfda)

Jones, aka... a queen? Jones seems SO NICE, LIKE SO SO NICE. I really wanna meet her and play with her, I hope she wins! She has come 4th and 6th... like she is a threat and someone to defo keep an eye on.

Mo! I love him!! I don't think he likes me, but if he does I'd love love LOVE to work with him! bang voyage woo we love him

Alex C... makes me the most nervous. Jules says he runs stuff and Julia has bad history with him! I feel like he is gonna be someone who by game dynamics I'm unable to work with, even though I'd like to! we will see on that one... hold that thought!

anyway, the dream is a F4 of me, Jules, Benj & Tom, Julia can go 5th for working with Jason/Ian too much, and then maybe like Mo/Jones in 6-7 because they seem iconic and would just love 'em to go far! idk this is mess aklsdfaf

Hmm what are the odds that this challenge is an individual immunity challenge disguised as a tribe immunity challenge. Hmmm #conspiracy

Anyways, the plan is if we lose immunity we get rid of the snake in the grass which Evan. He can continue wearing his frog onesie but that doesn’t change the fact that you are a snake!! I just learned that Evan is telling Jules that me and Jason need to be broken up.

I love how these people like assumed me/Jason and Ali/Julia are pairs. Like ok that’s what y’all think then we will work with it. My only real worry is that if we do get rid of Evan there is no more cushion for us in this tribe. Like Tom and Jules are numbers for us rn (and I AM LOVING THEM RN) and if we don’t swap/merge after this round and there is still another immunity and we lose it then whew that’s gonna be a big dilemma. So yeah that’s the only thing holding me back from throwing this challenge hehehe

im on call with tom, i want him to win and i am planting the seeds and WILL see them harvest.

this game's F3 better be Jules, Tom & Benj. I WILL ACCEPT NO OTHER OUTCOME.

So with this challenge, I honestly didn't put alot of effort into it but neither did anyone in my alliance really. We kinda wanted to lose because we can get rid of another durmitor person and keep the other budvas safe from the uglies on the other tribe. With merge coming, I know who my targets are. MO AND ALEX. Bye you have both seen me play and frankly i dont have any respect for either of you. I'm gonna make it my dying wish to see you both fail. Also last night Jules and I lied to evan and said we were cousins to see if he would start drama. He didn't and he believed it too and he trusts us now wtf lol. He shouldnt because I want him gone 100%.

If we lose this challenge then hopefully Evan goes. Then after that please let us merge already or we swap and I’m still in a majority position. I cannot lose anyone in this tribe after Evan goes because they’re all potential numbers for me when we merge.

On another note, Jason, tom and I solidified our alliance. Don’t know where we and Jason really gonna go with because we also have OG budva baes but rn I guess this alliance is here to stay I guess? Can’t wait to become the goat for these two!!

why am i paranoid

okay so i am fully missing some brain cells. i was trying to add tom on sc before we recorded this so had to fix the video on him to get the QR code, and then... never turned that off... so enjoy a video of tom with me in the background like a ghostie or a spirit.

Watching Tom make literal pizza is ASMR.

Okay so I'm watching BB21 and the amount of ad breaks on US shows is INSANE, so I have time to type.

I'm going to... crack next vote if we go to tribal this round. I feel really really good about Tom in this game moving forward, and... refuse to have him go home prejury (which could happen if we go to two tribals in a row).

So I have two plans, both of which are cracked and both of which will solidify my mess self.

1. A 3-2-1 vote. Convince Julia/Jason/Ian to split the votes between Tom and Jules, and then me/Tom/Jules vote for idk... Ian? This would burn bridges like crazy but hopefully merge could help me figure that whole mess out.

2. Give... Tom my idol. Now this would be CRACKED as all crackers. But if we play it off right it'll be fine. Only other complication is that Benj knows about my idol, which he could spread ahh!

but ignoring the crackheadery, the best case scenario is we win immunity and then next round we get Evan out... then we will be fine hdjdjdkd

I change my mind we’re def not merging at F13 Bc Drew Seamus and Asya (to an extent Bc she’s innocent) are definitely gonna wanna milk the dua lipa cave twist until it’s BONE DRY!!!! But ya hopefully we lose and Michael goes home xoxo

[jujubieberbae]

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Request: can u do an imagine wherein y/n is a college student and is having a hard time balancing her studies and having a long distance relationship with Justin and Justin plans a surprise for her and does all these cute stuff to y/n.

Sorry for the wait. Hope It was worth it.

Time. It's either your best friend or your worst nightmare. - A blessing or a curse - A hero or a villain. There are so many scenarios that can play out around the little hands of a mechanical machine that hangs on a dull wall.

In my case, at this second, I honestly could not hate time anymore then right now. It feels like it's purposely teasing me, trying to boil my blood with every agonisingly slow second. I swear I think I can hear the clock laughing at me. Each tick of the hands is a tiny giggle directed only at me.

There is so little time left, yet it feels like an eternity more. Just a few more seconds...

Three...

Two...

One...

RING

Oh thank God! With both hands, I swipe up all my equipment from in front of me and shove them aggressively back into my book bag. Not even letting Mr Martin compete his lecture on political opinions, I rush out the door and away from that nightmare of a class.

On the campus grounds, I'm immediately greeted with rushing students all around, all with the same determined goal and that is to get as far away from this hell hole as possible. Without even sparing a glance in the opposite direction, I'm immediately on the rush towards the girls dormitories.

My dorm room once I had approached it was my number one priority, quickly dashing inside as quick as possible, slamming the door with a sigh behind me. But It wasn’t as if I could just stop, drop and do nothing. I had hours and hours of studying ahead of me, and I was already having trouble keeping my eyes open.

It’s times like this I really wish Justin was here. To calm me down during times of anxiety and stress. I just miss him so much but I don’t have the heart to ask him to come and visit. He’s doing what he loves and I would never make myself a priority during a time made for belieber’s.

Many hours later, my dorm mate had been in out of the room for the last 20 minutes, yelling and laughing about with her friends. This totally threw me off, losing my train of thought somewhere between my books and the noise.

A sigh escaped my lips, fingers applying pressure to my temples in agitation. I can’t do this, not while I’m this distracted. I need my baby boy.  

After rubbing the corners of my eyes of the sleep forming, and removing my glasses from my face, I finally decided on a break and reached for my phone, quickly dialling Justin’s number for a facetime call.

It dialed, and dialled and dialled until....”Yo this is JB. Im probably busy in the studio or performing so just a leave a message and I’ll get back to you soon.” 

“Hey Jay baby. I know your probably busy but I really just wanted to call. Schools been really hectic and I just needed to hear your voice. Call me back as soon as you can. Love you.”

“Hey, Y/N! Can you run down to the store and buy us some beer.”

My head shot over to the door of my room, a sigh escaping my lips. It annoys me that my roommate is too late lazy to go out and do it herself, deciding to disturb my study session instead, but then again, a break and something to get Justin off my mind was definitely well needed.

It was still sun up outside, it being only a few past 2 in the afternoon meaning people were more then likely just finishing there own classes for today. Deciding to leave my phone at home, I swiped up my dorm keys and my wallet, and made my way out of the dormitory.

The walk to the local walmart was short and quite enjoyable. The late summer breeze sang around me, swaying my hair slightly as I strolled down the bustling paths. Students surrounded the entirety of the campus grounds, either chatting or finishing off some work. 

But my mind was set firmly on Justin. Oh how I missed him. 2 weeks ago was the last time we had spoken. 3 months since we had seen each other. It was as if he was only seeming to become busier and busier as purpose tour went on.

And the fact that our relationship is very private worries me slightly. Justin could honestly get away with messing around with a girl if he wanted to. Not that I didn’t trust him. But no one knows about us, so it only makes me more anxious about this whole situation.

As the doors of walmart retracted, allowing me access inside, I quickly dashed over to the alcohol section, grabbing ahold of the cheapest and most affordable box I could find. After a bit of struggle, I had managed to make it over to the register to pay for the beer, only to be suddenly interrupted by a loud yell from outside. 

“OH MY GOD!”

It sounded high pitched and more shocked then anything. My eyes darted towards the windows of the store, peering outside at the scene before me. the Young cashier doing the same. 

All I caught sight of was a black SUV surrounded by a mob of girls. Suspicion drew within me, only one person I know that could cause such commotion running through my head. No, that’s ridiculous. He’s in New Zealand right now, half way across the world!

“Ma’am!” The boy called, it sounded as if he had been trying for my attention for a while. My head whipped back to stare at the boy, eyes wide.

“Sorry?”

“That’ll be 19.99.” He repeated, holding his hand out expectantly.

“Oh.” I mumbled, reaching out to hand the boy a twenty dollar note before grabbing a hold of the heavy box and quickly making my way outside. 

Gliding through the mob of girls was hard, and I tried everything to just ignore the scene and attempt to just get this box home as quick as possible, but the shouts of these girls had me drawn further and further in curiousity, one in particular catching me off guard.

“JUSTIN I LOVE YOU!” 

Justin?! I-It can’t be! can it?

My head immediately whipped around, turning to acknowledge the SUV parked rather close to me. My eyes locked on the tinted window supporting the back seat, squinting slightly as if something in me just knew something. And before I knew it, the door was opening. 

Slowly, but it was opening, a figure finding its way out of the car. Screams had enhances, more girls appearing at the realisation of the pop icon in our campus but out of every girl, his eyes seemed to only be on one. Me.

My eyes watered, tears threatening to spill at sight and the box I was holding immediately slipped from my fingers, a small crack sounding as it impacted the floor. “Justin?” I whispered. 

A smile played at his perfectly plump lips, arms spreading slightly as if to say ‘you guessed it!’

At that moment, Mikey stepped out of the front seat, a bouquet of bright red and white roses, and multiple shopping bags from stores such as Pink, Nike, VS, Lou boutin and Pandora In hand. All topped with a large card sticking out the top of the roses reading ‘To My babygirl, Love Jay baby.’

Instantly smiling at the use of my nickname to him, I looked over into his eyes with a grateful and loving smile.

“I’m right here baby girl.” He mumbled but to me, it was the loudest thing i could hear. Instantly, I pressed my body forward, wasting no time but to jump into his arms. Ignoring all the confused and jealous stares emitting from all around, I pressed my lips against his as he supported me by placing his arms under my ass.

Both arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him to me to intensify the kiss. 

God, I missed his lips so much.

“You’re here.” I mumbled. 

“I’m here.” he repeated. “Right here.”