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Chapter 18: A FRIEND SAYS GOOD-BYE

Nico took the book with a pinched throat. If the pattern had continued, it would have been Rachel's turn. Some part of him still waited for Percy to turn and blame him for that, his actual friend missing while he was still hanging around in here.

He didn't though, of course, he was never on Percy's mind long enough to even get his anger. Somehow the nothing of it always bothered him more than if Percy would just flat reject his dark wish. Clearing his throat sharply to scram away such feelings, it worked rather in his favor as his voice came out appropriately uneasy to read the chapter title.

Nobody had any quips for that. There was still one line of the prophecy unanswered for.

We landed at Crissy Field after nightfall.

As soon as Dr. Chase stepped out of his Sopwith Camel, Annabeth ran to him and gave him a huge hug. "Dad! You flew... you shot... oh my gods! That was the most amazing thing I've ever seen!"

"And I didn't even get to see it!" Alex groaned, falling back into her seat as if shot herself.

"I bet if you ask nicely Artemis will beam the image into your head," Thalia grinned, though Percy winced with unease if gods could really do that.

Alex looked ready to drool at the prospects and he was very grateful when Nico kept going before Thalia could expand on the idea.

Her father blushed. "Well, not bad for a middle-aged mortal, I suppose."

"But the celestial bronze bullets! How did you get those?"

"Ah, well. You did leave quite a few half-blood weapons in your room in Virginia, the last time you... left."

Magnus still squirmed uneasily in his seat, never having gotten the story for that. Uncle Fredrick had come to the rescue, but he still didn't even know his own aunt's name. His cousin never talked about them, and love didn't solve every problem of choosing.

Not to mention the ominous question if the wolves would find him if he did dare to haunt any other families doorstep. Even Uncle Randolph didn't deserve that.

Annabeth looked down, embarrassed. I noticed Dr. Chase was very careful not to say ran away.

Percy had never considered running away, leaving his mom to deal with Gabe alone. He wished Annabeth would talk about what she'd be running from when she was at Camp. Was going into the arms of the Hunters her answer?

"I decided to try melting some down to make bullet casings," he continued. "Just a little experiment."

"I imagine a sentence exactly like that is what made Annabeth exist," Jason said, clearly his fascination with Annabeth existing at all still a touch new if he thought about it to long.

He said it like it was no big deal, but he had a gleam in his eye. I could understand all of a sudden why Athena, Goddess of Crafts and Wisdom, had taken a liking to him. He was an excellent mad scientist at heart.

Percy hadn't often imagined a 'dad' replacement for Gabe when he was younger, he spent to much time wishing the waste dead to hope his mom found anyone better, or possibly worst.

This probably would have been a cool contender though. His mom was kind and patient and had the most loving heart. All he'd needed really was someone to help him with his homework.

He couldn't forget the fact Annabeth had run away from this guy, but he hoped if they managed to make peace they could at least build an exploding volcano together or something. It would go a long way towards Percy starting to forgive this guy for making Annabeth feel so unloved.

"Dad..." Annabeth faltered.

"Annabeth, Percy," Thalia interrupted. Her voice was urgent. She and Artemis were kneeling at Zoe's side, binding the huntress's wounds.

Will leaned forward in his seat, his hands fidgeting in place. To assess the damage, to know what tool would be best, or to ascertain if it was beyond mortal help and get her nectar.

He already knew it was to late. The prophecy would not allow otherwise.

Annabeth and I ran over to help, but there wasn't much we could do. We had no ambrosia or nectar. No regular medicine would help. It was dark, but I could see that Zoe didn't look good. She was shivering, and the faint glow that usually hung around her was fading.

Nico was leaning as far back into his seat as he could. He was surprised Percy, or anybody wasn't throwing him accusing glares. Thalia in particular.

Even if they hadn't gotten on well, he'd expect Artemis's lieutenant to be like anybody else back at Camp when death came up and give him a pointed look, like he gave Thanatos a ring every time someone mildly annoyed him.

Instead she sat there in quiet respect and made an odd motion. One he instinctively recognized as a blessing. He could only guess it must be one among the Huntress's, and he mimicked it with a pain that never felt any less as he thought of Bianca.

Had she felt nothing upon her death? Had she laid in Talos's body and known what was coming, watched her own hand lose the grip on her bow as her glow faded?

Even knowing every intricate detail of her death didn't save him from his never ending questions about her.

"Can't you heal her with magic?" I asked Artemis. "I mean... you're a goddess."

Artemis looked troubled. "Life is a fragile thing, Percy. If the Fates will the string to be cut, there is little I can do. But I can try."

Percy's mind felt barred from that kind of answer. A wound even the gods couldn't fix?

His hand crept to his hair, he touched the side of his head and as his mind lingered on his dad again, Poseidon, a place in his life no mortal could ever fill. Was that why he was down here? Had he gotten a wound even the God of the Ocean couldn't fix, and his memory had been the price?

She tried to set her hand on Zoe's side, but Zoe gripped her wrist. She looked into the goddess's eyes, and some kind of understanding passed between them.

Nico licked his lips nervously for a moment. He was worried Bianca was right about him, and he was holding a grudge against Zoe for being even a small part in convincing his sister to join this group that had gotten her killed. If he read Zoe's last moments, he'd just sound like a bitter, resentful jerk when she'd been a brave warrior and grieved his sister just like he had.

He wanted to be better than that. Hades was the God of the Underworld, no matter how the souls came to him, he knew how each should be treated. Nico tried to read with nothing but respect.

"Have I... served thee well?" Zoe whispered.

"With great honor," Artemis said softly. "The finest of my attendants."

Zoe's face relaxed. "Rest. At last."

As much as Nico loathed to be the one to read this, he kept his voice level.

They all heard the words with a sort of grandeur he didn't even seem aware of, like how a bugle could only sound in particular hands.

"I can try to heal the poison, my brave one."

But in that moment, I knew it wasn't just the poison that was killing her. It was her father's final blow. Zoe had known all along that the Oracle's prophecy was about her: she would die by a parent's hand. And yet she'd taken the quest anyway. She had chosen to save me, and Atlas's fury had broken her inside.

Percy rubbed his fingers together, but the blood on his hands was only in his head. First Bianca, now her, he glanced nervously at Thalia and clenched a fist. Their sacrifice for him would never be forgotten again, his guilt wouldn't allow it. He would not allow the same thing to happen a third time to one of his friends.

She saw Thalia, and took her hand.

"I am sorry we argued," Zoe said. "We could have been sisters."

Thalia brushed her hand through the silver circlet in her hair. They were now, if only in spirit, but she remembered whenever she looked at the stars and promised she was doing her best. The only time the open sky didn't bring her dread.

"It's my fault," Thalia said, blinking hard. "You were right about Luke, about heroes, men—everything."

Then of course Percy's hands fell into his lap and he gave her the most tragic of looks like a street performer had robbed him.

"Shush you," Thalia said without looking over, but she was finally fighting off a smile again.

"Perhaps not all men," Zoe murmured. She smiled weakly at me. "Do you still have the sword, Percy?"

"I don't think it leaves him, it's kind of gawking him," Alex offered. She wasn't mocking the dying girl, just trying to bring some levity to those she'd left behind.

I couldn't speak, but I brought out Riptide and put the pen in her hand. She grasped it contentedly. "You spoke the truth, Percy Jackson. You are nothing like... like Hercules. I am honored that you carry this sword."

A shudder ran through her body.

"Zoe—" I said.

"Stars," she whispered. "I can see the stars again, my lady."

A tear trickled down Artemis's cheek. "Yes, my brave one. They are beautiful tonight."

"Stars," Zoe repeated. Her eyes fixed on the night sky. And she did not move again.

Jason gripped the coin in his pocket too tight, like he was trying to leave an impression on his skin. Crissy airfield had no attachment to him, but her wound had happened on Mount Tam. The place reeked of death in his memory, and he moved without thought to place a gentle hand on Thalia's shoulder for her having to feel the same. Not even getting his memories taken away was saving him much from the pain, the weight that mountain always made you feel when you descended.

Thalia covered his hand with hers and gave such a strange smile he didn't know how to place. Another woman came to mind, a woman with elaborate blonde hair, but the same smile.

Thalia lowered her head. Annabeth gulped down a sob, and her father put his hands on her shoulders. I watched as Artemis cupped her hand above Zoe's mouth and spoke a few words in Ancient Greek. A silvery wisp of smoke exhaled from Zoe's lips and was caught in the hand of the goddess. Zoe's body shimmered and disappeared.

Artemis stood, said a kind of blessing, breathed into her cupped hand and released the silver dust to the sky. It flew up, sparkling, and vanished.

For a moment I didn't see anything different. Then Annabeth gasped. Looking up in the sky, I saw that the stars were brighter now. They made a pattern I had never noticed before—a gleaming constellation that looked a lot like a girl's figure—a girl with a bow, running across the sky.

"Let the world honor you, my Huntress," Artemis said. "Live forever in the stars."

Magnus was to busy trying to clear his throat without getting caught to marvel to much at that yet. How completely insane such an ability was to exist didn't matter right now.

His mom deserved that. A quiet, peaceful death with the person she loved most at her side and being honored for all time.

It wasn't easy saying our good-byes. The thunder and lightning were still boiling over Mount Tamalpais in the north. Artemis was so upset she flickered with silver light. This made me nervous, because if she suddenly lost control and appeared in her fully divine form, we would disintegrate by looking at her.

"Now where's that line of warning in the Prophecy?" Alex scoffed.

"Can you imagine coming all that way and finishing your grand quest just to go out like that? I'd be pissed," Jason agreed, but he held it under better control of a passive observation. He had more faith the gods had better control of themselves than to kill their own hero's.

"I must go to Olympus immediately," Artemis said. "I will not be able to take you, but I will send help."

The goddess set her hand on Annabeth's shoulder. "You are brave beyond measure, my girl. You will do what is right."

What was right for her though? Percy swallowed a Titan sized lump in his throat no matter how much he agreed with Artemis about that. Whatever happened, he would not panic and fling himself at her feet, begging her to stay. He was better than that, he wanted what was best for her...

Then she looked quizzically at Thalia, as if she weren't sure what to make of this younger daughter of Zeus. Thalia seemed reluctant to look up, but something made her, and she held the goddess's eyes. I wasn't sure what passed between them, but Artemis's gaze softened with sympathy.

Thalia's camo attire seemed to glow extra bright for a few moments as she fiddled with the zipper of her jacket over her black punk clothing. She'd never regret her time in the Hunt, but she had questions now she wasn't sure Artemis would give willing answers for. She wouldn't trade Jason for Annabeth if given a chance though just to appease anyone.

Then she turned to me.

"You did well," she said. "For a man."

I wanted to protest. But then I realized it was the first time she hadn't called me a boy.

Percy sat up straight in his seat, clearly delighted that had worked out already! She hadn't called him a brave man, but he'd take it!

She mounted her chariot, which began to glow. We averted our eyes. There was a flash of silver, and the goddess was gone.

"Well," Dr. Chase sighed. "She was impressive; though I must say I still prefer Athena."

"He is truly a smart man for waiting until she left to say that," Will snorted.

Annabeth turned toward him. "Dad, I... I'm sorry that—"

"Shh." He hugged her. "Do what you must, my dear. I know this isn't easy for you."

Percy had wanted to hug her so bad. It had been the first chance to breathe, sit around and look about to see her just standing there casually beside him again like she'd never left.

She'd looked so comfortable next to her dad though. Percy had a suspicion this might have been the first time they'd had an alone moment in a long, long time, so he was glad he'd kept his hands to himself, to give Dr. Chase a chance to say what Mrs. Chase had told him to.

His voice was a little shaky, but he gave Annabeth a brave smile.

Then I heard the whoosh of large wings. Three pegasi descended through the fog: two white winged horses and one pure black one.

"Do you punch Percy for getting the cool Pegasus?" Alex grinned Thalia.

"I do not," Thalia said with a strained smile. They were gorgeous creatures of course...and still not ones she wanted anything to do with.

"Blackjack!" I called.

Yo, boss! he called. You manage to stay alive okay without me?

"There were several close calls," Percy said like they weren't there for every single word.

"It was rough," I admitted.

I brought Guido and Porkpie with me.

Nico made such an adorable, annoyed little frown so different from his previous serious expression before as he wondered which Pegasus it was that complained about carrying him Will had to look away before he did something really stupid.

"Who names these guys?" Alex asked in delight.

"Not sure, I think they pick for themselves, or Salina does. I've never asked," Percy shrugged without concern.

How ya doin? The other two pegasi spoke in my mind.

Blackjack looked me over with concern, then checked out Dr. Chase, Thalia, and Annabeth. Any of these goons you want us to stampede?

"I would kill for a Pegasus that would stampede on command," Alex somehow grinned even brighter.

"Hopefully no one we know," Magnus frowned.

"Nah," I said aloud. "These are my friends. We need to get to Olympus pretty fast."

No problem, Blackjack said. Except for the mortal over there. Hope he's not going.

I assured him Dr. Chase was not. The professor was staring openmouthed at the pegasi.

"He can see them?" Jason asked dubiously.

"Told you that Mist stuff is not as reliable as you seem to think it is," Percy seemed much less concerned about the implications of that and more smug his point was finally proven.

"Fascinating," he said. "Such maneuverability! How does the wingspan compensate for the weight of the horse's body, I wonder?"

"I've been wondering much crazier shit than that since the beginning," Magnus was smiling again for, finally, someone else around here questioning the absurdity of this world. Then he frowned to himself even this mortal was reacting better than he had, but he did have a child with a god first, so this wasn't his first interaction.

Blackjack cocked his head. Whaaaat?

Percy went cross-eyed too and looked at his hand, just like he had then. "Wait, our brains don't know how we work automatically?"

Thankfully Annabeth had been distracted talking to her dad to notice.

"Our brains are piles of mush laced with electricity and a drop of ichor, we're lucky we're functional," Thalia shrugged.

"Why, if the British had had these pegasi in the cavalry charges on the Crimea," Dr. Chase said, "the charge of the light brigade—"

"Dad!" Annabeth interrupted.

Dr. Chase blinked. He looked at his daughter and managed a smile. "I'm sorry, my dear, I know you must go."

He gave her one last awkward, well-meaning hug. As she turned to climb aboard the pegasus Guido, Dr. Chase called, "Annabeth. I know... I know San Francisco is a dangerous place for you. But please remember, you always have a home with us. We will keep you safe."

Magnus wasn't sure how much he believed that anymore than Annabeth did. Going there for a job felt like one to many mistakes no matter what Uncle Fredrick said. She had a home and family at camp, she might be able to travel the world safe in a group of sisters with the Hunter's.

Yet this mortal family who clearly loved her at least enough to try even on the smallest level was still waiting in the wings even if she didn't want either of those options. Magnus swallowed jealousy and quickly went to studying his frayed and patched clothing as he asked and answered himself for the thousandth time why his cousin had never seemed to consider finding him all these years. She had more than enough.

Annabeth didn't answer, but her eyes were red as she turned away. Dr. Chase started to say more, then apparently thought better of it. He raised his hand in a sad farewell and trudged away across the dark field.

Thalia sighed as she thought back on that moment, her regret of blaming all of her problems on Percy feeling even more selfish than ever in the darkest part of the night before dawn. Annabeth hadn't glanced at her or Percy, she didn't need anybody to help her make that decision, though they'd spoken about it in the coming weeks with multiple Iris messages. That little seven year old in her mind had long since grown up, and Percy had been more a part of that than she'd been. She never should have resented Percy for that.

She still felt like she'd lost Luke and Annabeth that night. The people who she kept hoping they'd be.

Thalia and Annabeth and I mounted our pegasi. Together we soared over the bay and flew toward the eastern hills. Soon San Francisco was only a glittering crescent behind us, with an occasional flicker of lightning in the north.

Thalia was so exhausted she fell asleep on Porkpie's back. I knew she had to be really tired to sleep in the air,

Thalia tried to deny the blush nobody was laughing at anyways. She'd never told Annabeth about that, but the child of Athena had figured it out after a few weeks together when she always avoided the window whenever they'd hide out on anything higher than the third floor. Her soft blond head would curl up in her lap and whisper they'd keep each other safe from everything, and Thalia's arms had held her tight as she slept peacefully.

Her mind flickered to Percy readjusting the golden fleece onto Annabeth's sleeping form on the back of that Hippocampi as they kept each other safe now.

despite her fear of heights, but she didn't have much to worry about. Her pegasus flew with ease, adjusting himself every once in a while so Thalia stayed safely on his back.

"Maybe I just wanted to close my eyes and pretend I was on a normal horse," Thalia still made a half hearted denial.

"And the snoring was obviously just there to drown out the wind and give Annabeth and I some privacy," Percy nodded seriously.

"I don't snore!" She yelped.

"Must have been thunder, my bad," Percy grinned. It was a miracle she hadn't spooked Porkpie.

Nico quickly kept reading before Thalia got to enthusiastic with reminding Percy of what always came after thunder.

Annabeth and I flew along side by side.

Jason's mind automatically supplied them holding hands before he shook himself and remembered they weren't actually dating yet. It was just the way Percy's face lit up at having her back again and the way his hand always tried to curl around nothing in here that made it seem obvious they would have been.

"Your dad seems cool," I told her.

It was too dark to see her expression. She looked back, even though California was far behind us now.

"I guess so," she said. "We've been arguing for so many years."

"Yeah, you said."

"You think I was lying about that?" It sounded like a challenge, but a pretty halfhearted one, like she was asking it of herself.

"Memories can change and warp with age," Will agreed gently. He didn't think about his mom much, but when he did he mostly remembered the nothingness of their time together. How she'd always been on stage singing as far away from him as she could be while he'd been a lonely kid sitting around at bars with just a glass of water for company. It took effort to remember the littler moments he knew must have happened, her singing the seat belt song as she buckled him in, her always stopping at his favorite restaurant any time they passed no matter what time of day.

Sometimes he wondered if he went back to Texas to see how she was doing if she'd even remember him at all. Probably depended if she hit the big leagues yet or not.

"I didn't say you were lying. It's just... he seems okay. Your stepmom, too. Maybe they've, uh, gotten cooler since you saw them last."

"It definitely had something to do with meeting you Percy," Alex cheerfully mocked. "Everybody always gets ten times cooler just being in your presence." She kept the disparaging tone out well enough how she felt about Percy trying to rekindle a flame that should have been left out when it came to family affairs.

"The cooliest you say?" Percy chuckled while Alex groaned and rolled her eyes at him.

She hesitated. "They're still in San Francisco, Percy. I can't live so far from camp."

I didn't want to ask my next question. I was scared to know the answer. But I asked it anyway. "So what are you going to do now?"

The smile slipped back off his face and he shivered at all the possibilities before her that didn't involve him. The salty ocean water was of little comfort, but he'd swear the longer he thought of that kiss with Annabeth, she'd been underwater too, her blonde hair swaying around them. He'd know when it was coming, whatever the answer.

We flew over a town, an island of lights in the middle of the dark. It whisked by so fast we might've been in an airplane.

"I don't know," she admitted. "But thank you for rescuing me."

"Hey, no big deal. We're friends."

Nico said completely deadpan, "he just defied every god possible and traveled across the continent to take on a Titan and his army. No big deal at all." Percy had been taken by the Gods this time, and he was powerless to help him get out of here. Annabeth would probably bust through that door any minute to fix this, proving once again why they were better for each other. He'd never fit into Percy's life in a way that mattered.

"Isn't that what you do for friends?" Will agreed cheerfully.

Nico wouldn't know. He'd never had any.

"You didn't believe I was dead?"

"Never."

She hesitated. "Neither is Luke, you know. I mean... he isn't dead."

The rainbow of emotions that colored Percy's face would have made Rachel's day as an artist. Alex got a good appreciation out of it too as a way to sculpt about twelve facial expressions at once.

"He what?" Anger, shock, disbelief, and jealousy were definitely the top four that showed as he snapped. Nico quickly kept reading before he had to deal with them or any others. He was rather proud of himself, finally not sitting around longing to see any emotion on Percy just to get a small hint of what it would be like to have them directed onto him.

I stared at her. I didn't know if she was cracking under the stress or what.

"I mean, she spent enough time holding up the sky I expect a few cracks in her bones to be there, but her mind seemed to come away in tact..." Magnus didn't sound so sure himself. This wasn't exactly the first thing he thought he'd hear the two of them talk about their first alone moment together, and his stomach was already starting to clench painfully again at what the next trick was Annabeth was going to fall for from Luke's ghost.

"Annabeth, that fall was pretty bad. There's no way—"

"He isn't dead," she insisted. "I know it. The same way you knew about me."

That comparison didn't make me too happy.

That was now the number one peeved look on his face. He was scowling and muttering all kinds of things Thalia was leaning away with no wish to hear, even if she'd called Luke all of that and then some at one point.

The towns were zipping by faster now, islands of light thicker together, until the whole landscape below was a glittering carpet. Dawn was close. The eastern sky was turning gray.

And up ahead, a huge white-and-yellow glow spread out before us—the lights of New York.

Percy now looked apocalyptic with fury.

The fact that he was frustrated with Annabeth in mind meant that, for once, he wasn't affecting the ocean around him. "Are you telling me Blackjack could have flown us straight to Mount Tam without all that crap that happened down there!"

They wouldn't have lost Bianca! They could have skipped the confusing, exhausting days and barely saved the world with maybe an hour to spare, again!

"We would have never won without the journey," Thalia reminded, and she looked so miserable for having to remind him of all they'd had to go through to get there and everybody they'd lost for this fleeting win it didn't sound like much of a victory at all.

Percy slammed back into his seat and looked pretty annoyed Annabeth had suffered for days longer than she'd had to if just one god had told him where to look! Thalia wasn't wrong though, and that made him more mad than anything.

How's that for speedy, boss? Blackjack bragged. We get extra hay for breakfast or what?

"Hay with no frosting," but the quirk of Percy's lips promised he was just grumpy, he'd still sneak a whole box of donuts in.

"You're the man, Blackjack," I told him. "Er, the horse, I mean."

"You don't believe me about Luke," Annabeth said, "but we'll see him again. He's in trouble, Percy. He's under Kronos's spell."

"That he summoned," Percy said through gritted teeth. Annabeth had never seemed to hear that part, and he'd never liked sitting around arguing with her about it. It still stung though, a lot. She'd saved Luke's life and he'd laughed at her and walked away, leaving her to die under the sky! She'd saved his life and he'd rescued her! They weren't comparable!

I didn't feel like arguing, though it made me mad. How could she still have any feelings for that creep? How could she possibly make excuses for him? He deserved that fall. He deserved... okay, I'll say it. He deserved to die. Unlike Bianca. Unlike Zoe. Luke couldn't be alive. It wouldn't be fair.

"Fair," Nico echoed with a wet scoff. "What is fair?"

Percy gave him a sad, commiserating smile, and Nico smiled back. He looked away first too. He was tired of waiting for Percy to give him more than that.

"There it is." Thalia's voice; she'd woken up. She was pointing toward Manhattan, which was quickly zooming into view. "It's started."

"What's started?" I asked.

Then I looked where she was pointing. High above the Empire State Building, Olympus was its own island of light, a floating mountain ablaze with torches and braziers, white marble palaces gleaming in the early morning air.

"The winter solstice," Thalia said. "The Council of the Gods."

Nico exhaled in relief and passed the book to Will without a second thought, so he was still surprised to feel a warm brush against his skin when their fingers overlapped for just the briefest second before the purple spine exchanged.

Nico studied his fingers curiously for a moment before trying to catch Will's eye, who was acting like nothing happened as he flipped to the next chapter. Maybe it wasn't Will constantly trying to heal him? Maybe Nico had just forgotten what a human touch felt like after to long and he was still getting used to it?

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gldnhrt · 6 months

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taylor zakhar perez, bisexual, cis-male + he/him → isn’t that gabriel de la cruz? i’ve seen them hanging out with the humans. i hear they're twenty-seven, but they’ve only been in alexandria for all his life. they seem to be loyal & determined, but also prideful & perfectionist. they are heightened!

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𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabriel ángel de la cruz 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐊𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 gabe, gabby ( close friends ), ángel ( parents ) 𝐃𝐎𝐁 september 1st, 1996 𝐀𝐆𝐄 twenty - seven 𝐙𝐎𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐂 libra 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 cis-male 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐒 he/him 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 bisexual, demiromantic 𝐇𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐍 alexandria, louisiana 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 english, spanish, arabic 𝐎𝐂𝐂𝐔𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 photographer

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐘 protagonist ( enfj ) 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 hardworking, vibrant, charosmatic, loyal, determined 𝐍𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 self-critical, selfish, prideful, perfectionist 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓 photography, hiking, baking, writing, soccer, tennis, working out, watching movies 𝐒𝐄𝐗𝐔𝐀𝐋 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 verse-top 𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 chocolate

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𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 juliano de la cruz , sixty one, senator 𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 yasmin rahal , deceased 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 two siblings ( older sister and brother )

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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐋𝐒 fiona gallagher ( shameless ) , cayetana grajera pando ( elite ) , peter kavinsky ( to all the boys ) , luke patterson ( julie and the phantoms ) . jughead jones ( riverdale ) , finnick odair ( the hunger games series )

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𝐁𝐈𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐇𝐘

growing up in a houshold where following your dreams end up being a reality, gabriel really felt like anything he strived for could be easily achieved.

gabriel had a lot of different interests, but photography was the main thing that he loved the most, and his parents supported it.

when gabriel was ten, his parents were starting to struggle financially, and eventually things didn't work out between them.

gabe decided to stay with his mother in alexandria, while his father left and his older siblings deciding to stay with him.

when gabe was thirteen, he started to find ways to get some quick money, wanting to make sure he could help his mother with some bills. most times it was stealing stuff.

turning sixteen, gabriel started to dabble with enhanced abilities. it was the fact that everyone in this town was special, and being human and having nothing to offer.

one night, he had been out too late, on a job not knowing that back home, someone had broken in, thinking it was empty, all for an item that his family had for centuries.

the item in question was a old pendant that gabriel was wearing. it is unknown why it was wanted.

when gabriel arrived home, he saw the disaster, and then he found his mother dead, and when he saw the blood, and the two holes on her neck, he vowed himself to find the vampire that did this to her.

gabriel didn't want to be placed in the foster care system, so he lied saying his father would be in charge of helping, but his father wasn't in his life so he was alone dealing with all of this.

eventually gabe was homeless, living in his car. he found a job, continued with the stealing and heisting, and eventually got enough money to find a small studio apartment.

gabe dropped out of high school, no college, and focused a lot on finding the vampire that killed his mother. when gabe was twenty-five, he had found him, and then killed him. his revenge came, but he didn't feel any better.

gabe continued to do little heists, breaking in to steal, and eventually found himself breaking into the wrong home where he met a vampire prince who spared his life.

now he helps the prince acclimate, and is starting to actually like him, even though he is a vampire. being with him, gabe didn't feel so alone in this world.

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𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒

TBD

#○ ′ 💕 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 ≻ about me #unveilintro

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eclectics-world · 2 years

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Reminisces

Summary: Reader and Castiel talk about Gabriel.

Word count: 895

Genre: Light angst with an unresolved but hopeful ending

Warnings: Canonical death of a character

It was approximately late as fuck when you pulled up to the bunker. You knew that Sam and Dean were helping Jody with some kind of vampire thing, so the bunker should be empty. That suited you just fine -- you were coming back from your own hunt, and wanted nothing more than to just collapse in your bed.

You were surprised to see that a light was on in the kitchen. You were even more surprised to see that Castiel was the one sitting at the table. He looked... worn was the only way you could really describe it.

"Castiel?" You spoke quietly, so as to not startle the angel. He looked over at you, unsurprised -- he had probably already sensed your presence.

"Y/n. How was your hunt?"

"It was fine. I was right, just a ghost. Simple salt and burn." You paused, giving him a chance to speak, but he didn't. "What have you been up to?"

You honestly weren't sure what you were expecting him to say, but his answer was not it.

"I saw Gabriel today." Thoughts whirled through your mind, the foremost being "but Gabriel is dead." You had been with Sam and Dean when it had happened - it was before you had teamed up full time, before you had moved into the bunker, but you had been there. In fact, you had ditched the boys and gone back. You knew it was stupid - a risk probably not worth taking - but you had to see. His body was already gone, but the imprint of his wings remained burned into the floor. You doubted it would ever come out. A single feather had survived the carnage: a slender, sky-blue thing. You couldn't imagine how anything so fragile had survived something so violent. Without thinking, you put it into your pocket and left. Later, you put it on a simple silver chain you wore under your shirt. The boys had never been aware of the whatever it was you had going on with Gabriel, and there was no point in telling them now.

Unless he wasn't dead. You looked closer at Castiel. He didn't look to be under the influence of any kind of spell, or possessed for that matter, but you knew you couldn't always tell by looking.

"Castiel, I saw him die." Castiel sighed deeply. "It wasn't really Gabriel that I saw today. It was one of Metatron's tricks."

You looked at Castiel -- weary, tired Castiel -- and your desire to shiv Metatron only increased. "I'm sorry." It was all you could think to say. You knew Gabriel and Castiel hadn't been especially close -- thousands of years of estrangement will do that to you -- but they both admired each other. "I am, too." Castiel spoke so softly you almost didn't hear him. "Neither of us should have lost him."

"What?" You weren't sure what to make of Castiel's comment. He tilted his head and squinted. "You two were close, I thought. You have one of the feathers from his wing." You unconsciously touched the feather where it rested under your shirt. "How did you know?" You didn't think that Castiel had ever seen the feather before. "I sensed it." You nodded. Suddenly aware of how achingly lonely you were, you gestured to the seat beside Castiel. He nodded, and you sat. It was silent for a few minutes, and then you spoke.

"I met Gabriel before I was teaming up with Sam and Dean full time. I was on a hunt, ran into Gabe. Figured that he was the cause of what was going on. But, uh. I didn't exactly have the morals the boys do. He wants to serve a wife-beater some just desserts and then kill him? Fine by me. And he made me the same deal he made Dean the first time they met: a peace offering. A distraction long enough to give him time to get to the next town. But I had seen the kind of power he had. So I asked him for an I owe you. For a way to get in touch if I was in a tight spot. And that's what he gave me."

Castiel was silent for a moment. Then he, too, spoke. "I knew Gabriel from the time I was born. Before Heaven fell, all the archangels had their own roles. Michael, the warrior. Raphael, the healer. Lucifer, the right hand. And Gabriel, the messenger. But God never gave us many messages, even when He was in Heaven. So Gabriel took care of the new angels as well. He knew all of us by name."

You swallowed. "I didn't know that. Gabriel never really talked about Heaven." "He never talked to me about his time on Earth." "I'll trade you."

And that was how you and Castiel spent the night: trading stories about Gabriel. You repeated the stories Gabriel had told you about his time on Earth, Castiel told you stories about Gabriel in Heaven.

It wasn't until dawn broke that you finally crawled into your bed. You were thoroughly exhausted now, but an odd contentment had settled over you. Over the last few years, you had missed Gabriel more than you could describe: it had been nice to talk about him with someone else. As you took off your necklace, you could swear that the feather looked just a little brighter.

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 1

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(Y/n) stands in the kitchen of her mother and step-father's apartment, making the bean dip Smelly Gabe liked so much.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the counter but then she lets out a yelp as something hits her in between her shoulder blades.

"Hurry it up, girl!" Smelly Gabe snarls.

"Yes sir," (Y/n) murmurs.

A few minutes later, Gabe stalks into the kitchen, takes the dip without so much of a thank you.

(Y/n) fixes her gaze on the shoe on the ground before she moves to her room. She climbs into her bed, getting under her covers. (Y/n) turns, facing the wall.

She closes her eyes, falling to an uneasy sleep.

(Y/n) watches, disconnected from the others in the dream, as one of her brother's teachers turns into something that reminded her of a demon, or something similar that she'd read books about. The woman had bat wings, claws, and a mouth of yellow fangs.

Then (Y/n) looks around, her eyes widening in shock as she sees her brother holding a bronze sword.

Percy swings the sword, the demon exploding into yellow powder, vaporizing on the spot.

A hand on (Y/n)'s shoulder has (Y/n) jolting awake. "Honey? Are you okay?" Sally Jackson asks.

Catching the wide-eyed look of horror on (Y/n)'s face, Sally wraps her daughter in a hug.

(Y/n)'s breathing steadies, and she breathes in her mother's familiar scent - chocolate, licorice, and all the other things she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central Station.

"Did you get all your work done?" Sally asks softly, her thumb brushing over a slightly visible bruise that had appeared at the base of the back of her neck.

(Y/n) hums in reply.

. . .

The next day, (Y/n) is once again lying in her bed, not wanting to have to deal with Gabe throwing more shoes or glass bottles at / near her.

. . .

Percy walks into the apartment, dragging his suitcase behind him, hoping his mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN; chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking up, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's my mom? (Y/n)?"

"Mom's working," Gabe says. "The girl's in her room. You got any cash?"

"That's it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

Gabe had put on weight since the last time Percy had seen him. Gabe looked like a tuskless walrus in thrift-store clothes. He has about three hairs on his head, all combed over his bald scalp.

"I don't have any cash," Percy replies.

Gabe raises a greasy eyebrow. Gabe could sniff out money like a bloodhound, which is surprising, since his own smell should've covered up everything else.

"You took a taxi from the bus station," he says. "Probably paid with a twenty. Got six, seven bucks in change. Somebody expects to live under this roof, he ought to carry his own weight. Am I right, Eddie?"

Eddie, the super of the apartment building, looks at Percy with a twinge of sympathy. "Come on, Gabe," he says. The guy just got here."

"Am I right?" Gabe repeats.

Eddie scowls into his bowl of pretzels. The two other guys pass gas in harmony.

"Fine," Percy says. He digs a wad of dollars out of his pocket and throws the money on the table. "I hope you lose."

"Your report card came, brain boy!" He shouts back at Percy. "I wouldn't act so snooty!"

Percy slams the door to his room, which isn't really his room. During school months, it is Gabe's 'study.' He doesn't study anything in there except old car magazines, but he loves shoving his stuff in Percy's closet, leaving his muddy boots on the windowsill, and doing his best to make the place smell like his nasty cologne, cigars, and stale beer.

Percy drops his suitcase on the bed. Home sweet home he thinks.

Gabe's smell is almost worse than the nightmares about Mrs. Dodds, or the sound of that old fruit lady's shears snipping the yarn.

Percy sits, lost in his thoughts.

Then he hears his mom's voice, "Percy?" She opens the bedroom door, and his fears melt. "Oh, Percy," she hugs him tight. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas."

Sally had brought Percy a bag of 'free samples' the way she always did whenever he'd come home.

The two sit together on the bed. While Percy attacks the blueberry sour strings, she runs her hands through his hair, demanding to know everything that he hadn't put in his letters. She doesn't mention his getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that.

Percy tells his mother that she is smothering him, but secretly, Percy is really, really glad to see her.

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally - how about some bean dip, huh?"

Percy grits his teeth. My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should be married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

(Y/n) pads into Percy's room, and the dark haired boy brightens at the sight of his younger twin.

"I've got the dip, Mom," (Y/n) says softly. Sally gazes at her daughter for a moment, her gaze sad.

"Wait, (Y/n)," Sally says, and (Y/n) turns back to face her mother. "I've got a surprise for the two of you," she says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin," Sally replies.

"When?" (Y/n) asks, looking excited.

She smiles, "As soon as I get changed."

(Y/n) can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk in the last two summers because Gabe had said that there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in the doorway behind (Y/n) and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

Percy wants to punch him, but he meets his mother's eyes, and understands that she is offering him a deal: Be nice to Gabe for a little while; just until she's ready to leave for Montauk.

"I've got it, Gabe," (Y/n) says.

"Sorry, honey," Sally says, looking at her husband. "We were just talking about the trip."

Gabe's eyes get small. "The trip? You mean you were serious about that?"

"I knew it," Percy mutters. "He won't let us go."

"Of course he will," Sally says evenly. "Your stepfather is just worried about money."

(Y/n) turns to face Gabe, smiling as kindly as she could. "What if I make a seven-layer dip that'll last the whole weekend?" she asks. "Guacamole. Sour cream. The works."

Gabe softens a bit, then turns back to face Sally. "So, this money for your trip . . . it comes out of your clothes budget, right?"

"Yes, honey," Sally replies.

"And you won't take my car anywhere but there and back."

"We'll be very careful."

Gabe scratches his double chin. "Maybe if the girl hurries up with the seven-layer dip . . . and if the boy apologizes for interrupting my poker game."

Maybe if I kick you in your soft spot, Percy thinks. And make you sing soprano for a week.

"I'm sorry," Percy mutters. "I'm really sorry I interrupted your incredibly important power game. Please go back to it right now."

Gabe's eyes narrow. His tiny brain is probably trying to detect the sarcasm in my statement, Percy thinks.

"Yeah, whatever," Gabe decides; he goes back to his game.

"Thank you, Percy," Sally says. "Once we get to Montauk, we'll talk more about...whatever you've forgotten to tell me, okay?"

For a moment, (Y/n) can see anxiety in her mother's eyes, but then her smile returns, and (Y/n) figures that she must've been mistaken.

. . .

An hour later, the three are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch (Y/n) and Percy lug the bags to his car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her and (Y/n)'s cooking - and more important, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, brain boy," Gabe warns Percy as he loads the last bag into the car. "Not one little scratch."

Like I'd be the one driving. I'm fourteen, Percy thinks.

Watching Gabe lumbers back towards the apartment building, Percy gets so mad that he does something he can't explain. As Gabe reaches the door, Percy makes the hand gesture he'd seen Grover made on the bus, a soft of warding-off-evil gesture, a clawed hand over his heart, then a shoving movement towards Gabe. The screen door slams so hard it whacks him the the butt and sends him flying up the staircase as if he'd been shot from a cannon.

. . .

(Y/n)'s POV

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half sunken into the dunes. There's always sand in the sheets, spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

I loved the place.

Mom, Percy, and I had been going ever since Percy and I'd been a baby. Mom had been coming even longer. She'd never exactly said, but I know why the beach was special to her.

It's the place where she'd met my Dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turn the color of the sea.

We get there around sunset, open all the cabin's windows, and go through the usual cleaning routine.

Mom, Percy, and I walk on the beach, feed blue corn-chips to the seagulls, and munch on blue jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples Mom had brought home from work.

I guess maybe I should explain all the blue food.

Gabe had once told Mom that there was no such thing. They had had this fight, which had seemed like a really small think at the time, but ever since, Mom went out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes, mixed blueberry smoothies, bought blue-corn tortilla chips, and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - along with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - is proof that she isn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, just like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells Percy and me stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents had died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write someday, when she had enough money to quit the candy shop.

Eventually, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what is always on our minds whenever we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure she would tell us the same things she always did, but neither Percy or I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom replies. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle too, like you, (Y/n)." Mom says and I soften. "You have his black hair, Percy, and you both share his green eyes.

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you two. He would be so proud."

I wonder how she could say that when I'm the girl who cowers from her stepfather. The girl who hides in her room to get away from said stepfather.

"How old were we?" Percy asks, pulling me from my thoughts. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But . . . he knew us as babies."

"No, honey," Mom replies. "He knew I was expecting twins, but he never met you. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact that I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow, maybe a smile.

Percy and I had always assumed that our father had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, I'd felt that it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I feel angry at my father. Maybe it is stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom.

"Are you going to send me away again?" Percy asks. "To another boarding school?"

Mom pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey," her voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" Percy says and I flinch, avoiding both his and Mom's gazes.

I glance up to see that Mom's eyes had welled up with tears. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

"But you never send her away," Percy says and I look up, eyes wide with surprise.

Mom looks at Percy, eyes wide with shock.

Finally she says, "I have to keep both of you away from each other as much as possible. I thought you'd finally be safe."

"I tried to keep you as close to me as I could," Mom says. "They told me it was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy, (Y/n) - the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just . . . I just can't stand to do it."

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask.

"Not a school," Mom replies. "A summer camp."

My head spins. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around to see me and Percy be born - talk to Mom about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," Mom says, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I - I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying goodbye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp . . ."

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression, that if we asked any more questions, she would start to cry.

Word Count: 2413 words

#annabeth chase x female reader #annabeth chase x fem reader #annabeth chase x reader #percy jackson and the olympians #heroes of olympus

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curiousconch · 3 years

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Chase You/Chase Me (Pt. 7)

Part 7: Round and around we go

Catch up here: Series Masterlist

Chapter Summary: The attack in McGraw Byrne's offices reveals a deeper conspiracy that runs to the top of the law firm, which Alex pursued head on. But when the dust settles, she is forced to face the music of her own troubled mind.

Book/Pairing: Choices - Laws of Attraction / Gabe Ricci x MC (Alex Keating)

Words: 2.1k+

Rating/Warnings: Mature (16+) / themes of violence, and trauma, language. Reader discretion advised.

Disclaimer: Most of the characters as well as some dialogue belong to Pixelberry. I am merely borrowing them.

A week after, New York City

Shit. Shit. Shit.

The gunman panted as he ran through the dark and unfamiliar side streets of New York, the covering on his face not helping alleviate the sense of panic overtaking him.

His current state of mind paled in comparison with how calm he walked into the offices of that freakishly bright law firm.

The task was simple - get the phone and get out.

But when he found himself face to face with the woman who'd sent his life into a whirling clusterfuck, he didn't hesitate to pull the trigger.

He missed.

A brute of a man rammed into him right before he took a shot. Who knew corporate slaves can be combative? By then he knew he was fucked. He snatched the phone then ran.

An earlier scope of the building gave him an easy way out, but the shitty maze of the streets of the business district didn't give much of a reprieve.

I fucking hate this city.

He didn't know how long he'd been running, not until he had to stop by the dead end wall in front of him.

Blue and red flashing lights caught him in a daze, his breath heavy, realizing he was boxed in by police officers in an alley.

"Freeze!" one had shouted. "Raise your arms over your head!"

He didn't have a choice. He's not willing to die for his uncle, nor take another sentence in prison. That scumbag wasn't worth it, regardless of how many times that man tried drilling the thought into his head.

I'm tired of this shit anyway. Though I'll miss the perks.

He raised his hands, then felt his knees buckle when someone kicked him from behind, forcing him to the ground. Someone pulled the ski mask off his head, his face now exposed for everyone to see.

He was the younger, spitting image of Koenig's CEO. Except for those piercing blue eyes.

Now everyone will know, he thought. Poor uncle Peter will be burned to the stakes after he spill every single sordid detail of all the crimes Max was ordered to do.

From that pretty little celebrity in L.A., the poisoned man from Oklahoma, the researchers from Massachusetts, and all of those other victims in between.

Good thing he kept all those souvenirs. He will prove to them that he was just a pawn.

The pawn that was Maximilian Koenig Cornell.

A few days after, Rooftop of McGraw Byrne

Alex took another hit of nicotine from the cigarette between her fingers, standing by the edge of the fancy rooftop lounge. She exhaled a plume of smoke, the friction in her throat giving herself a temporary reprieve from her chaotic state of mind.

By the rest of the world's standards, it should have been a beautiful day. The skies above her was indigo, filled with streaks of orange from the setting sun. The peacefulness of it a far cry from the storm that was brewing inside her.

Success shouldn't feel this way. She was having a hard time basking in her recent victories.

Alex was just named junior partner this morning, after successfully taking Peter Koenig and Sadie McGraw down. Max Cornell, who turned out to be Koenig's nephew slash hitman, had confessed. He revealed who really was pulling the ropes, all in the form of well-kept call logs and text messages.

The backlash of it all reached McGraw Byrne's founding partner. The same form of proof exposed Sadie's hand on the Koenig class action suit, as well as her involvement in tipping off authorities to paint Marcus Sharpe as Aliana's murderer. The intent was to veer suspicion away from Koenig, making thousands of dollars along the way.

Alex had completely unraveled the conspiracy, with the help of Aislinn and Gigi. Beau, surprisingly, was more than participative. But it was obvious for everyone at the firm who led the crackdown, and it didn't take long for recognition to come to pass.

In everyone else's eyes, she emerged the winner.

And now, when all is said and done, there was nothing to escape to.

Alex can no longer disassociate herself from the sight of the gun barrel held by the ghost she tried to forget all these years.

The sound of applause, soured only by Martin Vanderweil's display of pain-in-the-ass arrogance, should have made her want to enjoy the fruits of her labor. Instead, here she was, wallowing with herself to be overcame by old bad habits.

What happened in the library was etched in her mind, clear as day. The memory of that close encounter with death, being brought up to life by the lack of distractions, made her shudder.

Every waking hour was consumed by the man with the haunting blue eyes that meant death. Those same eyes from the past that suffocated her for so long.

A decade spent running away from them, yet they still caught up with her.

She worked so hard not to remember, not to let it bring her down, for it not to be her end game. She's at the top of the fucking career ladder, yet why can't she still have a sense of freedom?

Everything just felt wrong. She felt out of place.

Lost in her frustrations, she didn't hear the whirring of the elevator and the approaching footsteps that followed.

"Thought I'd find you here," Gabe said, stopping inches away from her.

It took everything of her not to swivel and look at him, opting to curse at herself for how her body quickly relaxed by the softness of his voice.

The storm clouding her mind instantly dissipated, leaving her bare. Gabe's presence made the oceans within her stand still, as if awaiting to be stirred.

"Didn't want to be found," she mumbled, closing her lips on the still burning stick of nicotine. Alex struggled to keep her gaze steady at the slowly darkening skyline.

I know. Gabe wanted to say. He knew that finding her here, seeking out the comfort of isolation screamed her desire to be left alone. He had seen her internal turmoil, hiding behind the air of stoicism she projected for everyone else.

That's why he was never more determined to find her. He wanted, no, needed, to be there for her.

Gabe knew he'd been a dick to walk out from her that morning in L.A., right after he admitted what he felt for her.

But there was rarely an opportunity to make it right. Whenever there was, there was no getting through her. No matter how much he tried to reach out, to make her see that he regretted his actions that day, she wouldn't let him in.

He couldn't blame her.

Gabe told himself he'd give her time, to give her space. However, fate had other plans.

He almost lost her that night, and it was a wake up call. When he watched helplessly as Cornell aimed at her, something in him shifted. He's no longer stuck in a limbo questioning who Alex was for him, or why he constantly wanted to be near her, wanting to make everything right.

He was decided to run after her, to stay with her, no matter what. He was done chasing after dreams of the past.

Alex was his future.

"Can't get rid of me easily," he settled on that reply, leaning on the glass railing beside her.

"Really?" she quipped sardonically. "I honestly didn't take you to be the staying type."

That had to sting.

He knew he'd hurt her by leaving, so he deserved that. It wasn't enough to make his resolve waver.

"I am," he insisted. "It just takes me some time to find my footing."

She lifted a hand to him. "Don't go there, Gabe. Just don't - "

"I'm not walking away from you again, Alex," he professed.

She whirled to face him with a look of sullen resignation. "I know."

Deep down, she wanted him too. But not in the fucked-up state she was in. She needed to think, she needed to recover, she needed to get a grip on herself.

But she needed to do it alone.

"I can't deal with us now, it's just.." She sighed. "Everything else that's happened is too overwhelming."

Gabe deflated.

It was the first time he heard her admit defeat. He's gotten used to seeing her fighting every step of the way, that finding her in this state of hopelessness felt alien to him. His chest tightened, hating himself on taking part of what pushed her to breaking point.

"I need to take a step back from everything, Gabe," she said, almost begging. "That includes you."

"What do you mean?"

"Can I to take some time off?" she pleaded, wrapping herself in her own arms. "I have to hit pause for now."

"For how long, Alex?" Gabe's voice was strained. She just made it clear that he wasn't what she needed.

Still he hoped. So he held his breath.

Alex thought quietly for a few moments, before looking back at him in determination. He found a semblance of the Alex he knew.

"A couple of weeks," she answered with a tone of finality.

He didn't want to. But in his heart of hearts, he had to respect her decision. He understood that even the strongest needed to heal. Even the brave Alex Keating.

"I'll arrange it," he relented, closing his fists at his sides to stop himself from reaching out to her. "Anything else?"

She hesitated, biting her lower lip before she continued. "Actually, there is one more thing."

"What is it?" Gabe watched intently as she raised her head to look at him, her mouth curved into that familiar signature smirk that he'd grown to chase after.

"Will you wait for me?"

As per her usual modus operandi, Alex took his breath away by her unpredictability. Almost immediately, Gabe wrapped his arm around her to pull her close. He raised his free hand and let his knuckles brush against her cheek.

He smiled softly, a tad afraid that by holding her this close could break her. And yet, the effect she had on him couldn't be stopped from spilling out, as if it was what he wanted to say all along.

"I've waited my whole life for you, so what's a few more weeks?"

Alex beamed at him, relieved. "I knew you'll be up for the challenge."

"Because I care about you, Alex," he whispered.

"I care about you too."

Alex then dared to take it forward.

Before he had the chance to move away, she tiptoed and surprised him with a tender kiss on the cheek.

Gabe wasn't able to react as quickly, the contact catapulting his senses. Just as his mind plunged back to the ground, she was already walking away, the clicking of her black heels syncopating along with the beating drum inside his chest.

His sight followed her until she stood by herself in the employee elevator, her brown-eyed gaze melting him with earnest affection. As the doors shut closed, so did the heart of Gabriel Ricci.

It shut down in anticipation of her return.

Two months later

Mind hazy and craving for Chinese food, Gabe had asked the driver to take a quick detour.

He had just flown from Los Angeles, spending two weeks to assist on a big hotel chain M&A. He got out of LaGuardia at around 10pm, and now his jet lag and empty stomach were taking its toll on him.

The car stopped at the familiar block, and he got out of the vehicle, grabbing his suitcase. He walked the rest of the way, enjoying the craziness of New York City on a Friday night.

For a minute, it reminded him of her.

He heard rumors of her coming back, but HR had been heftily secretive on all things concerning her. With the firm fidgety over Vanderweil's recent harassment lawsuits, he erred on the safe side and didn't poke further.

It didn't take long for him to find Hoi On. Once inside, he greeted the servers in flawless Cantonese, striding straight to the counter.

As he gave his order, the kitchen crew brought out a bag of hunger-inducing takeout box. He was almost tempted to bargain for it instead of waiting for another 20 minutes. Until...

"Order complete for Alex!"

Gabe froze.

His senses were instantly filled by the familiar scent of coffee and vanilla and the echoing beat of heels hitting the floor.

There was no doubt about who was approaching the counter.

He found her standing beside him, the woman he'd missed every single day since he saw her last. The powerhouse junior partner with the easy smile and confident aura.

The woman whose return Gabe eagerly waited for.

"So," Alex began. "I take it tinsel town's fusion of cuisines can't match authentic Brooklyn takeout?" she teased, smiling at him in the same red dress she wore the first time she walked into his office.

He looked down over her - closely looking at the tiny changes in her features. Regardless, she looked more beautiful, taking note of the longer, loose tendrils of brunette hair framing her face.

"No," Gabe shook his head in amazement, his lips breaking into a lopsided grin. "Everything else couldn't compare."

She chuckled. The radiance of her laughter showed Gabe she was really back, and that she was finally ready.

"I bet they couldn't," she winked.

In an instant, Gabe's heart awoke from its slumber. It's as if it knew that this time, the wait was over.

The chase has come full circle.

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EOA Ship Appreciation Week Day 5: Meeting/Farewell

a/n: hi guys! thank you all so much for the positive feedback on my day 4 poem, i’m so glad everyone liked it!! as i said, i know every ship wasn’t included, i ended up having enough time to only do the ones that were requested! but, i’d definitely consider making a part 2, so if your ship wasn’t included this time, it may be another time..

anyways, on to day 5! you may notice i included both prompts here instead of just one..you’ll find out why ;) this story is inspired by an au @procrastinateland (s/o for the beautiful art once again!!!) i came up with together, based on the sound of music! but, this fic in particular doesn’t have much to do with the musical you probably know. my obsession besides elena this summer was researching the lives of the real von trapps who inspired the movie and musical, and through it, i found the adorable love story of the parents of the seven children (georg and agathe, maria wasn’t in the picture yet!) that i knew would be so sweet for gabelena. so that’s what this fic is inspired by! quick historical note, the events that this fic portrays happened in real life in 1910 and 1922, but the years have been switched to 1912 and 1930 for the au, since we decided to place our au closer to the movie’s timeline than the real story. also hi please talk to me about the von trapps i’ve been driving my gf crazy with my useless knowledge lmaooo

and that’s about it! hope you all enjoy this, and let me know what you think!

fic is below the cut!

February 10th, 1912

Lieutenant Gabriel Núñez was amazed as he entered the venue of tonight's celebratory ball, Villa Castillo. He had never been inside a home so grand before, he almost felt as if he didn't deserve to be there. But, regardless, he was invited to attend, along with all of his friends from the navy. He couldn't wait to get away from the structure and seriousness of the military for a night, and to just have fun.

This was the first ball Gabe had been invited to since he became a lieutenant, or ever for that matter, and he was loving it. It was hosted by the Castillo Flores family, a rich family whose inventions had earned them quite the fortune over the past century. As more guests began to make their arrivals, Gabe and his friends hung around together, mingling with other guests or testing out a drink or two. Then, the ball was to officially begin with a musical performance by the hosts.

Now, Gabe wasn't much of a believer of love at first sight, but with one glance, his mind was instantly changed. Standing beside her mother and grandparents, ready to perform their opening song, stood the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, and Gabe knew he was in love. Sure, he knew he had no chance with her, as he was just a lieutenant from a humble family of bakers. She was the daughter of a rich family, and most likely the heir to their fortunes. But, there was no harm in trying, right? He knew that at some point tonight, he just had to talk to this beautiful girl.

Elena Castillo Flores, however, was different. She wholeheartedly believed in chance of falling in love at first sight, but she never thought it would happen to her. She had grown up around these balls, her family had been hosting them for as long as she could remember. And being 17, she had met plenty of men who hoped to marry into her family's fortune, but none of them seemed quite right. That was, until she was about to perform with her family.

She looked out into the crowd, and caught the eye of a handsome naval officer. She smiled softly in his direction, but didn't have time to do anything else, before she picked up her guitar, and began to perform alongside her mother and grandparents.

Gabe couldn't help but keep his eye on this girl the entire time she performed. She was a beautiful singer and guitarist, and Gabe loved hearing every word she sang, and each note she strummed. Before he could snap out of his romantic trance, the performance had ended. Gabe looked up to the stage to see if he could approach the girl, but she her family had left the stage, and were out of sight. So, it was back to just talking with his friends for now. Maybe a good laugh or two could keep his mind off of this girl. In between their backgrounds and the chances that she would choose him out of many much more qualified suitors, Gabe had a feeling this crush was bound to end in disappointment.

Eventually, Gabe stepped away to go and get his mind off things, but as he was walking, he accidentally bumped into someone. He was about to apologize, but when the person he had bumped into turned to look at him, he realized who he had bumped into: the host's daughter.

Finding his voice again, he said, "I-I'm so sorry for bumping into you, I should have been watching where I was going."

Every once in a while, as she sang and played her guitar, Elena would look out at the man she had seen earlier. He was quite handsome, and she couldn't help but notice the way he smiled at her. But, once the performance was over, she wasn't going to go looking for him. She knew it'd probably be hard to find him in such a big group. Besides, he was probably going to turn out to be like any other man she'd met, and would only take interest in the prospect of inheriting her family's money. So, she carried on with her night, accepting that she'd probably never see him again. That was, until someone bumped into her. When she looked at the person she bumped into, she couldn't help but freeze, it was the lieutenant she had seen earlier. He was the one to speak first, which snapped her back into reality.

“Oh no, no, it's okay! You're fine!" she assured him.

"Oh, alright" Gabe said. He mentally hit himself for not saying more than he did, but whenever he looked at her, he was at a loss for words. He could at least introduce himself, he thought, but every time he did, the words would be at the edge of his tongue, and he'd end up saying nothing. But, he was determined not to blow the only chance he'd ever have with her, so, he gathered up his courage to speak to her once again.

Elena too, would be so, so close to saying something, even just introducing herself, but before the words could come out, she'd freeze. She so desperately wanted to get to know him better, and she knew the only way to do so was to just say something. But, luckily for her, he said something first.

"This has been a wonderful ball so far." Gabe finally said.

"Oh, well, thank you.." Elena replied with a smile. "I'm glad you're enjoying it so far."

"I am" Gabe said, returning the smile. Finally, he decided, he was actually going to introduce himself. "I'm Lieutenant Gabriel Núñez," he said. "but you can call me Gabe."

Elena quietly sighed with relief, she was glad he introduced himself first, it gave her the confidence to do the same. "I'm Elena Castillo Flores," she introduced. "but you can just call me Elena."

"It's very nice to meet you, miss Elena," Gabe replied, with a bow of his head to her.

"It's very nice to meet you too, lieutenant," Elena responded. "Oh, I mean Gabe, it's nice to meet you too, Gabe." she added, and shook her head at herself. Hopefully she didn't blow her chance with him right then and there.

Gabe smiled and laughed softly, he couldn't help but fall deeper in love with the girl the longer he talked to her. He had managed to find her, talk to her, and introduce himself, but there was one more step with her he wanted to take.

"I hope this isn't too soon, but would you like to dance?" he asked.

Elena's face now lit up with a smile, it most certainly wasn't too soon, she was so excited he asked her to dance with him! She nodded, and held out her hand to him. "I would love to dance," she said.

Gabe took her hand with a smile, and lead her to the center of the ballroom. With one of his hands tightly in the grasp of hers, his other hand wrapped around her waist, the two began their first dance.

As the pair glided effortlessly across the floor, Elena still couldn't believe that this was happening. How did she ever get so lucky? But, she also knew that there was a possibility that he might have happened to only attend this ball, and she may never see him again. She truly hoped this wasn't the case, she wanted to get to know him better and spend more time with him, because she knew for a fact she was falling in love.

Gabe could barely believe this was happening either. This beautiful girl had really said agreed to dance with him, and now they were actually dancing? Gabe truly hoped that he wasn't dreaming, for he never wanted to wake up. He wanted this dance to last forever, so he would never have to say goodbye to Elena, and go back to living his life without her in it. There was hardly a chance he would see her again after the ball ended, but he kept a glimmer of hope that tonight was not their final encounter.

Elena wasn't paying attention to anything else around her, for all that mattered to her now was that she was actually dancing with Gabe! She planned to dance with him for the entire night, if it meant she'd be able to spend as much time as possible with him. She knew that once the ball ended, there was a high possibility of her never seeing him again. So, she was going to make sure to spend as much time with him as she possibly could, while she had the opportunity.

After a couple of hours of guests talking, eating, drinking, and dancing the night away, the ballroom began to empty out a bit. Elena brought Gabe outside to a balcony, so she'd be able to talk with him and get to know him better without any sort of distraction.

"So, being a lieutenant, I'm assuming you're in the military, the... navy, correct?" she asked him, to start some conversation.

"Yes," Gabe answered. "I joined as soon as I was able, I've always wanted to be a part of the navy. My parents, especially my father, aren't too happy I chose this path instead of joining their baking business, but this is what I really wanted to do."

"Oh, your parents have a baking business?" Elena asked him. "Not too much of a baker, are you?" she joked.

"No," Gabe replied. "and I'm not much of an olaball player either, to the dismay of my father."

"It certainly seems as if your father isn't too thrilled with your life choices... but do you love what you do?" Elena asked.

"Yes, I do." Gabe responded with a smile. "Besides, if I hadn't made the decision to go against his wishes and join the navy, I probably wouldn't be talking to you right now."

Elena smiled as she felt her cheeks warm up at his sweet response. She was so, so glad that Gabe decided to follow his own path in life instead of listening to his father, because if he didn't, they may have never met.

"Well, I guess you're right," she said. "and I'm glad that you're doing something that you love, that's what should really matter."

Gabe nodded in agreement. "What's your family like?" he asked.

"Well, there's me, my mother, my younger sister, my grandparents," Elena answered. "we're all pretty close, and we love to make music together."

"I can tell, you and your family sounded amazing tonight," Gabe said. "and not to be biased, but I think I liked your singing the most."

Elena smiled, and put a hand to her cheek, she was definitely blushing now. "Thank you," she said. "but I wouldn't say I'm the best of them, they're all very talented.."

"I would," Gabe responded, and reached down to take her hand in his own.

"Well, thank you.." Elena replied, holding Gabe's hand tightly back. "and I may be biased, but I'd say you're my favorite lieutenant, because I totally know all the others." she said.

Elena laughed nervously for a moment after that attempt at flirting. 'what was that, Elena?' she asked herself.

"Thank you," Gabe said with a smile.

"You're welcome," Elena responded, a similar smile never leaving her face.

"So, what do you like to do other than make music?" Gabe asked her.

"I love just getting out with my family most times, of course. We'll go on hikes, go sailing, go to one of our vacation homes or visit someone else in our family's home, we're always somewhere or doing something." Elena told him. "How about you?" she asked.

"I like fencing," Gabe replied. "We sometimes have competitions between my friends and I, and not to brag, but I usually win."

"I'm sure you do," Elena responded, definitely believing him. "and I'd love to learn to fence sometime, it actually looks pretty fun!"

"Well, I'd be happy to teach you," Gabe offered. "I'm sure it'd be considered "unladylike," but if it was just us, it wouldn't really matter."

"What my mother and grandparents don't know won't kill them," Elena replied with a wink. "I'd love for you to teach me sometime!"

"I'd be more than happy to teach you," Gabe responded.

"And hopefully you can sometime," Elena said, before sighing as she remembered the reason why she was so hesitant to find him in the first place. The chances of the two reuniting were slim to none. "I hope we see each other again..."

"Me too..." Gabe replied, looking down with a sigh as well. "Maybe we could write to each other? To keep in contact?" he suggested.

"I'd love that." Elena said, smiling once again at the thought of it. "We definitely should."

Gabe smiled. "Alright," he said. "I'll give you my address."

"And I'll give you mine as well, which is right here, but I'll still write it down so you'll always have it" Elena said.

"Thank you," Gabe replied. "I look forward to writing to you, and seeing you again, Miss Elena."

"And I look forward to writing and seeing you again as well, Lieutenant Núñez." Elena responded with a smile.

Gabe laughed a bit and rolled his eyes, but still smiled. "Please, you can just call me Gabe," he said.

"And you can just call me Elena," Elena insisted. "No 'miss' necessary"

"Alright then, Elena it is." Gabe said, smiling over at her.

"And Gabe it is." Elena replied, sharing the same, loving smile.

At that moment, the both of them knew that they had met the love of their life. Though they'd have a difficult road ahead, in between having to communicate with letters for a while or with Gabe often traveling with the navy, they were determined to make it work. Gabe was not going to let his beautiful Elena go, and Elena knew that tonight she had met the man she was going to marry. They were going to spend the rest of their lives together, no matter what.

September 3rd, 1930

On Christmas night of 1929, Gabe and Elena's oldest daughter began to feel unwell. It was simply strep throat, they were told, she should recover in a matter of days. But, by the time eleven year old Catalina had recovered, five of her seven siblings had fallen ill as well. The sudden illness turned out not to be a simple case of strep throat, but the highly contagious scarlet fever, which was currently spreading through the city.

Of course, Elena was always there to care for her children, even if she was risking contracting the illness herself. For the next few weeks, she was constantly visiting her children and checking in on them, while still trying to stay healthy herself. But, when her youngest daughter, Martina, who wasn't even a year old yet, came down with a severe case, Elena had no choice but to step in and care for her, twenty four-seven.

By the end of January, Elena's caring and motherly nature had led her to catching scarlet fever herself. In children, the illness tended to be fairly mild, but in adults, it could often leave behind serious side effects. Gabe knew this, and insisted that his wife take the time to rest in order to recover. But, Elena insisted that her children came first, wanting to be there for each and every one of them as they recovered.

But, even when all seven children were happy and healthy once again, Elena's symptoms had not subsided. Now, she could rest and recover with a sound mind, knowing that her children would be alright without her for a couple of days. Those couple of days turned into weeks, those weeks into months, and by the end of August, Elena still had a long road to recovery. She was now bound to a wheelchair, she would have to learn to walk all over again due to the toll the illness had taken on her body. She still tried to spend as much time as possible with her children, and be the happy, loving, and healthy mamí they had always known. But, deep down, she knew if scarlet fever had already taken so much from her, it could continue to do so.

Over the next week, Elena's condition quickly deteriorated, and it seemed as if only a miracle could heal her. Gabe had visited his wife each and every day for the duration of her sickness, but for the past day or two, he hadn't left her side at all. He knew that at any time, her condition could take a turn for the absolute worst, and he didn't want to take the chance of not having a chance to say goodbye. While Gabe tried his best to stay somewhat positive, and hope that his wife would miraculously recover, he knew Elena's time left was short.

Gabe's eyes were heavy as he sat at his wife's bedside, having stayed awake the entire night with her. He held Elena's hand tightly in his, even though Elena barely had the strength left to hold his. It broke his heart to see his wife in this condition, he would do absolutely anything to bring back the bright light of his life that was Elena.

Gabe's heart would sink as he noticed his wife's breathing become labored. He had been mentally preparing himself for the worst, just in case, but he knew that no matter how much he had prepared, he would never be ready if that moment arrived. He felt the slightest bit of relief when he noticed Elena slowly turn her head to look over at him, using all of her strength to do so.

"Elena.." he began to say, even saying her name brought tears to his eyes. But before he could say anything else, his wife managed to speak up.

"Gabe.." she said, her voice in a whisper. "Please..tell our children how much I love them.."

"Elena, no..no, don't talk like that.." Gabe said to her. Though he was trying to preserve his wife's positivity, he was also in denial about all this.

"Tell each and every one of them..each and every day..how much I love them.." Elena said. "And that I'll always be with them.."

Gabe held Elena's hand tight as he fought to hold back his tears, but even then, a tear or two would manage to fall down his cheek. He looked over at his wife, he still thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, even with a scarlet red rash covering her cheeks, and her hair sticking to her fevered forehead. If it were possible, he would do anything to end all of her pain and suffering, but he knew that at this point, there was only one option for that.

Trying to clear his mind of these thoughts, Gabe nodded. "Of course I will.. I promise.." he said.

Elena smiled as best as she could, but to Gabe, it was the brightest smile he had seen out of her in a while. "Thank you.." she said. "A-and I love you..so, so much.."

"I love you too.." Gabe replied, and leaned down to kiss his wife. Thankfully, Elena was no longer contagious, but even if she was, Gabe would take that chance if it meant kissing his beloved Elena one last time.

Then, it looked as if Elena were about to speak, but she was unable to get any word out. Finally, a moment later, she managed to say, "And.."

Gabe patiently waited as his wife struggled to say a second word. He would wait for as long as it took her, he'd take any opportunity to hear the voice he loved so much.

"I'm..a-always.." Elena said, now needing to take multiple labored breaths between each word. Though it was a struggle, Elena managed to complete her sentence.

"I'm always with you.."

A moment later, after months and months of fighting to recover, Elena's body gave in, and her eyes slowly closed.

Gabe could feel his wife's grip on his hand loosen, and his heart immediately dropped. This couldn't be happening. He couldn't lose her.

"Elena? Elena! Elena, no! Mi amor, please!" Gabe desperately cried, hoping that his wife's beautiful brown eyes would open again. But no matter how many times he called her name, they remained peacefully closed, as her body grew paler.

Now, Gabe's denial began to truly set in. He lightly shook her, he held her hand tight, he kissed her forehead, her cheeks, her lips, all in an effort to wake her, even though deep down, he knew that his efforts were in vain. Finally, it all became too much for him, and Gabe just broke down. he couldn't picture his life without Elena, he never thought everything would end this way.

He thought of his wife, she had so much more to live for. she was a loving wife, a caring mother, his best friend. Then he pictured their seven children, who would now be growing up without their mother. He thought of their identical twins, though they were already quite different, they shared a similarity, devotion to their family. Catalina and Carolina absolutely adored their mother, and looked up to her, along with being her best friends. He thought of Luis, their oldest son, he was a mamí's boy. He loved cuddling up with his mother and listen to her play guitar, he wanted to learn from her one day. He thought of their youngest son, Marcelo, their bundle of energy, who sometimes even Elena couldn't keep up with. He thought of Luciana and Adelina, aged only five and two, who would be too little to understand why their mamí had suddenly disappeared. And finally, he thought of Martina, their baby girl who would grow up without a mother. She would never get know her mamí, or even remember her. In fact, he didn't know if any of their younger children would be able to remember their mother.

Gabe found himself growing a bit dizzy, since this all seemed like he was living a nightmare. His hands shook as he held Elena's tightly in his own, and his vision was blurred from his tears.

As his final moments with Elena played over and over in his head, he was reminded of his wife's dying wish. To remind each and every one of their children each and every day how much their mamí loves them. If Elena could see him now, she'd hate to see him this distraught. She'd encourage him to keep his head up and stay strong, but how could he ever move on in life without his Elena? His children. He knew he needed to stay strong and carry on for them. Though, of course, carrying on could take weeks, months, or even years, Elena would want him to be happy. But most of all, she'd want her children to be happy and loved as well.

So, then and there, Gabe dedicated himself to fulfilling Elena's wish. For the rest of his life, he would make sure his children are happy, healthy, and loved, just as Elena would do. Though it would be difficult to carry on without her, the Núñez Castillos still had each other, and that's what matters most.

#eoa ship appreciation week 2021 #gabelena #elena of avalor #my fics #sound of music au #i’ve been looking forward to this one lol #anyways as i said i’ve been pushing my von trapp knowledge onto my gf for months now so now you guys can have some too :)#also please let me know what you think if you read it bc i need to know if i’ve made you suffer™️#also also gabelena kids are mentioned here #seven of them this time!!#yeah they have a lot of kids what about it

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First Christmas - Lucifer

Plot - Lucifer has his first Christmas with the help of y/n

Pairing - Lucifer x reader

Warnings - none, just Christmas fluff

Lucifer walked around the bunker bored. He'd already annoyed Sam and Dean to the point he was lucky they hadn't shot him yet. Cas, well it was no fun to wind Castile up. He now looking for his next source of entertainment y/n. He didn't dislike her like he did the others. When he'd be with her, living at the bunker didn't seem as daunting.

He'd looked in her room, the garage, war room, even looked in the demon dungeon. His last stop the kitchen. He smirked the smell of gingerbread was promising. "y/n" he said in a singsong tone, turning the corner.

His smile faded she wasn't in there, however his other brother Gabriel was. "if you're looking for y/n you missed her she's just gone out." he said picking up a cookie from the cooling rack.

"I don't think she's happy you eating her cookies," lucifer said back. Before Gabriel could eat it, lucifer snapped his fingers making the cookie vanish and appearing back in the rack.

Gabe pulled his tongue at lucifer "your no fun, Lucy. Y/n wouldn't have noticed she's been baking all morning. She's out in the woods if you want her" he said before grabbing another cookie and running out with it.

After waiting ten minutes to see if she'd come back, lucifer decided to go find her. On his way to the door, he saw the Winchesters packing their duffels with weapons for a case. "we're going out can you two try not to destroy the place while we're gone" Dean said.

Lucifer rolled his eyes as Gabriel laughed "no promises" he joked walking to his room.

The last thing he heard before the door shut was Sam asking Dean if leaving the two wayward angel's alone was a good idea.

He started walking through the wooded area around the back of the bunker. He knows y/n liked to walk around here when things got too much inside. In fact, she'd gotten the devil to do it a few times when he and the Winchesters were almost about to kill one another.

He was almost at a clearing in the woods when heard a strange noise. Being curious he walked towards the tapping sound. Soon he found y/n, he couldn't help but frown watching her attack the tree with an axe.

You had decided for once you and everyone at the bunker were doing Christmas properly this year. After spending the morning baking different types of treats. but they would be for later if Gabriel hasn't eaten them all.

You had also gotten some decorations too now you needed a tree to decorate. After finding the perfect tree, you got an axe from the weapons cabinet and headed into the woods.

This was something you had done as a child. Your father would take you to the mountains and let you pick a tree and chop it down. Go home drink hot chocolate while decorating the tree and making gingerbread houses.

You had been to busy focused on the tree you hadn't heard Lucifer. "what are you doing?" he said behind you. The sudden voice made you jump and you hunter instincts kicked in. You lifted the ace to head hight while spinning on the spot. Lucifer's reflexes were faster, he caught the axe handle centimetres before it hit his head.

Panting a little from the shock, you looked at him confused "what are you doing here? I could have killed you." you snapped at him, pulling the axe from his grip.

He started to laugh, "do you really think you can kill me with that toy. Why are you using the tree as target practice?" he said looking confused.

You looked at him in surprise, "you've never seen anybody chop a tree Christmas tree before" you say, taking another swing at the tree.

He didn't answer so you looked over your shoulder at him. He stood silent, you could tell something was odd. That's when it hit you he probably didn't know what Christmas was.

"you don't know what Christmas is, do you?" you asked trying not to sound pitiful. Lucifer rolled his eyes "if your talking about the bible story let me correct you" he said taking a step forward, no doubt to give you a lecture on how bad his father is.

"Nope I'm not talking about that, yes Christmas is the birth of Jesus, I mean the spirit of Christmas. Ya know the trees, lights, food, gifts, kindness" you start to say. As you say kindness, Lucifer gave you his sassy look as to say you're talking to the devil.

You smiled "well I guess it's never too late to learn, come here," you say beckoning him towards you.

As he got closer you handed him the axe. If anyone else had seen you they would have thought you crazy giving the devil a weapon, however, you knew him better and trusted him not to try and kill you with it.

You stood behind him putting his body in the right position, guiding his arms down to swing at the tree. When you felt he had the hang of it you let go and took a few steps back. You watched him hack at the tree for a few minutes if you didn't have a crush on him you'd probably be scared by how effortlessly he swung the axe.

His human vessel started running out of stamina and his pace started to slow. He stopped and looked at you, "you know I could have this thing down with a snap of my fingers!" he said lifting his hand, readying his fingers to click.

"noooo," you say running a few steps to stop him. "I'm doing this the real way, the same way my dad taught me how" you day taking the axe.

Lucifer watched as you started chopping at the tree. He hadn't heard you talk about your family much only they had died a few years ago in a werewolf attack. He noticed how her swings got harder and more clumsy in their landing. He knew she was upset but trying not to show it. "so are you going to tell me the reason for cutting down a 'Christmas tree' as you called it?" he asked both to distract y/n and to actually find out what a Christmas tree was.

After explaining the tree was going back the bunker to be decorated. "as kids we're told Santa leaves gifts under the tree for anyone who has been good" you say watching as Lucifer had taken over the axe when you had gotten tired. You heard the sound of the tree cracking "okay that enough" tell him, pulling him out the way.

A few seconds and the tree quickly fell. You jumped and laughed at the echo of the bang it made hitting the ground. Walking over to start making a plan to get it back the bunker, you fell over an exposed tree root. Lucifer saved you by wrapping his arms around you. Instead of hitting the floor you hit his hard chest.

You didn't move, only looked up at him feeling your cheeks get hot with embarrassment. He continued to hold you stirring in your eyes.

You wanted to kiss him but you also didn't want to make a move without knowing if he'd kiss you back

Lucifer sensed the hold had be awkward. Part of him didn't want to but let go and quickly changed the subject "so how are you getting this thing back to the bunker" he asked. You didn't really have a plan when you came out here, all you brought was an axe and a wood trolley, which wasn't going to be big enough to fit a whole tree on.

In the end, you agreed to let Lucifer use his powers when it came to getting the tree back to the bunker. He magiced you both and tree to the war room. A loud bang sounded as the tree hit the floor. "Hey easy with my tree" you scolded him with a jokey tone.

After spending a few minutes choosing where it was going to go, you asked Lucifer to put it in its stand while you when to get some decorations.

Lucifer stood looking at still unsure of what they were actually doing but felt good helping her get it back. Lately, y/n hadn't smiled much but really her and the Winchesters were giving blow after blow waiting for a win to come their way.

You came in with two cups of hot chocolate, topped with cream and chocolate sauce. You could feel Lucifer watching as you unpacked the lights ready to go on first. You started laughing "I really can't believe this is your first Christmas," you say handing him one end of the white lights. "Take this end and start wrapping them around the tree" you instruct him.

He went to start in the middle you had to tell him from the top. You started putting lights and a spruce garland around the staircase bannister. Looking over to see how Lucifer was doing you couldn't help but laugh. He had managed to get himself tangled in the lights.

You go over as he's trying to say he's okay and doesn't need help. You didn't listen helping him out if the entanglement of lights he'd made. "I know your narasticic but you really don't need Christmas lights to shine" you joked.

You hadn't noticed him turn to face you until you looked up coming practically nose to nose.

"only for you" he whispered to himself but being so close you still heard.

This was all new for you, the feelings for the devil. You hadn't known him before, you had only heard the stories from Sam and Dean about everything they had dealt with. But meeting him you hadn't seen the evil side to him, in fact, you were 99% certain only you had seen Lucifer the way he was now carefree and with his devil persona hidden.

You didn't know what to say and shyness took over making you duck out from under his arm and free him from the lights. Lucifer didn't look bothered, he just smiled and said thanks before you both put the lights on the tree.

You got your drink knowing it would be cool enough to have now when you heard Lucifer say "I'll plug this in now!"

You jumped up almost spilling your hot chocolate pulling it off him "no the lights don't go on till the tree is finished and the rest of the decorating is done" you explain.

He frowned but did as you said. You were right this was his first Christmas and it was all new to him.

He walked to the table deciding he'd just copy everything you did now. So just like you, he picked up his drink, sipping away. As an angel he didn't have tease buds, meaning he didn't taste the chocolate or cream but drank it anyway hoping you wouldn't notice.

He found it strange how he'd go out of his way for her in small ways. Whether it was pretending to enjoy a meal or staying up all night watching TV when she couldn't sleep. Gabriel had teased him before about it saying he had a feeling for her but Lucifer argued back saying that was a human emotion so he couldn't possibly. After today after holding her, enjoying a human activity with her made him doubt everything the thought about feelings and emotions.

"Hey these baubles ain't gonna hang themselves, come on!" you shouted making him snap out whatever thought he was having. You started taking out the silver and blue baubles. Lucifer watched you hang the first two, he picked one up looking at it. It shined in the light and had a small bit of string.

"Just pick a branch and hang it," you say encouraging him to do it. Everyone he went to hang one he'd first if it was okay here at whatever branch he held the bauble by. It didn't take to long to get the tree finished. It would have taken less time if Lucifer hadn't been messing around.

"Hey y/n, do you think these earrings suit me?" he asked. When you turned around he had two silver giltter baubles hanging from his ears. Another Lucifer distraction came when he got a string of tinsel and wrapped it around you, as he did he used it to pull you closer. "I wanted to make you look festive," he said in a teasing tone with a flirty smile.

Soon all your work was complete and the bunker kinda looked like a grotto. Even fireplace had six stockings pinned into the wooden frame, each with everyone's initials on.

Lucifer still didn't understand the point of wasting 2 hours doing that to a tree but it made you happy. And even if he didn't understand the meaning he actually enjoyed it, "So what's next on your Christmas to-do list?" he asked.

You looked up smirking "gingerbread houses with Christmas movies" you answered. You both went into the kitchen collecting the biscuits you had baked this morning. Back in the war room, you set the ingredients I to separate bowls as Lucifer set up the TV and DVD.

When you were ready you started the movie marathon with your favourite Christmas film. The pair of you started your houses, it took you a few minutes to explain to Lucifer how to use the icing to glue the gingerbread together.

The movie you had seen a thousand times so you spent most of it concentrating on your house. You were laughing at him, his face screwed with concentration as he piped the icing. "who'd of thought I'd be spending Christmas eve making gingerbread houses with the devil" you said before stopping yourself.

He turned looking disappointed "isn't this what you want to we can do something else or I can leave you to it," he said half-heartedly.

You shook your head, "no" you said a little to fast. "I wanted to do this all December, I'm glad your here too. I just didn't think this would be your thing" you say hoping to cover your enthusiasm of wanting him here.

"well it's better than listening to Cas go on about something stupid and I got to play with an axe so it's not all bad," he said. You smiled at him picking back up your piping bag.

"however it does need an injection of fun!" Lucifer said.

As you looked up questioning how a fist full of icing sugar hit you in the face. You stood up with your mouth open in shock. Lucifer took one look at the white patch on your face and bust out laughing at his handy work." oh you think that's funny" you say squinting pink icing at him. He tried to block your attack with one hand while grabbing a fist full of sweets to throw at you. Soon enough a food fight broke out.

In a matter of ten minutes, the room looked like a sugared bombsite. You and Lucifer laid on the floor laughing and panting out of breath. "Sam and Dean are going to kill us," you say sitting up seeing the damage around, thinking how could you ever get it all clean before the boys where back. You heard a click behind you, turning to see Lucifer with his hands up smiling at you. As you looked back around all the mess had gone the sweets were back in the bowls and both houses completed.

"I so need that power then it comes to doing the dishes" you joked before saying thanks. It wasn't often Lucifer used his powers, especially as they weren't fully restored yet.

Lucifer watched as you got up and left the room. He hadn't felt so happy before, he started thinking maybe he should tell y/n how he feels or whatever it was he was feeling about her. His thoughts stopped as you came back in with two heavy looking bin bags.

"is the next tradition burying a body?" he joked as he helped you pull them into the room.

"Nope," you say popping the p sound. "this is everyone's Christmas presents," you say with a big smile pound you'd kept them all hidden.

You started filling up the stockings with small gifts leaving the others under the tree.

Lucifer was stunned to see a couple for him "you got me a gift" he said sound puzzled. He hadn't had a gift before unless you counted the mark or being tossed out of hell. So naturally, he hadn't thought about them before. He certainly hadn't expected anyone on earth to get him one.

Of course, I did, Christmas is about giving to your loved ones and you come into that category so yeah I got you something like I did for everyone else " you say smiling up at him.

The words loved ones hit Lucifer like a brick. Did that mean she had feelings for him too? or was she just being kind? like she always is. The questions ran through his mind like a wave. He hadn't noticed that he hadn't spoken or moved in a few minutes.

You stood up, seeing him deep in thought. "you okay?" you ask gently touching his arm. Lucifer jumped a little making you giggle, had you just scared the devil? Lucifer nodded smiling down at you.

As you looked up you noticed a piece of mistletoe hanging above him. Taking it as the perfect opportunity for you to try and kiss him. Standing on your tiptoes you lightly pressed your lips to his.

Lucifer froze. He didn't know what to say. "what was that for?" he asked when your heels landed back on the floor.

You kinda felt embarrassed, he didn't look like he enjoyed it. "mistletoe" you say pointing up at the plant. "if two people are under it they kiss" you say before trying to walk away fast.

Lucifer smiled saying "oh, and here was me thinking you wanted to kiss me," said. You stopped and looked at him. You couldn't tell if he looked sad or not, without meaning to say it aloud "I did" you whispered.

You felt your arm being pulled, the unexpected force pulled you back into him. "good because so have I for a while now" he said before kissing you. This kiss wasn't weird like the peck you gave him, it was passionate and heated and everything you had both wanted.

When you stopped you didn't know what to say, the bell of the clock behind rang meaning it was midnight. "merry Christmas" you said making you both laugh.

"Merry Christmas y/n," he said back before kissing you again. "I guess I'm gonna have to keep this mistletoe with me at all times if I get kisses like that" he joked.

You shook your head laughing, "you don't need mistletoe just to kiss me" you say back. With that, he smirked picking you up and carrying you to the couch. The pair of you laid there kissing and cuddling watching Christmas movies until you both fell asleep.

Hours later, Sam, Dean and cas came back. To their surprise the bunker was fully decorated "looks like y/n had fun" Sam said looking at the lights and tree.

"Sam! Look presents" Dean said running over to see what ones were for him. Before Sam had to pull him away reminding him of how he can't open them till you were there.

"I don't know I'm surprised with more the gifts or decorations," cas said still looking around the rooms.

"how about the two turtledoves on the couch," Gabriel said appearing out of nowhere. Cas looked at him confused but looked to where Gabe was pointing.

On the couch was Lucifer and y/n cuddled up asleep with a blanket wrapped around them. "well it's about time" Dean said. Sam looked at him "what I'm sick of her giving him the puppy dog eyes" Dean added.

"let's leave them be," Gabriel said ushering them out the room. He turned at took one last look, hoping finally his brother will be happy and y/n will be the one to show how to be.

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shaylybaby2032 · 5 years

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Foolish Hearts

Rated: NSFW/18+

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Gabriel x OFC

Warnings: Smut, fluff

Word count: 9,511

A/N: Please do not copy my work to any platform without my permission, even if giving credit.

Summary: Audrey stops in for a visit with Sam, Dean, and her favorite Archangel on April Fool's Day. Pranks backfire and feelings are called out. Will Audrey and Gabriel be able to come out on the other side of this holiday with each other or will they foolishly let love slip through their fingers?

Audrey had known the Winchesters for years, and the friendship she had built with the two men meant the world to her. When Castiel, Gabriel, and Jack had joined the family it just seemed to make things complete. She loved each of them dearly, however the life of a hunter kept her time occupied. She didn't get to see them anywhere near as much as she would have liked, save for Gabriel, who liked to pop up to check on her often wherever she may be.

Those times when he would randomly show up and jump into whatever it was that she was doing, whether it be a hunt or just hanging out in some no star motel watching bad TV, always made her smile. Aside from some playful flirting, that she knew was just Gabriel being Gabriel, he had never shown any interest in her other than friendship. Still, she couldn't help the flutter that happened in her heart when he looked at her with those mesmerizing golden eyes of his and smiled at her with that turn of his lips that showcased his dimples. She couldn't stop from melting just a little when he called her one of the pet names he had seemed to reserve just for her.

She always made sure to keep those feelings locked down deep. Her friendship with the Archangel meant way too much to her to ruin it by revealing her feelings to him, especially when she knew he did not feel the same way about her. How could he? Why would an Archangel have any interest in her whatsoever?

Audrey's dark blue eyes lit up as she pulled up to the front of the bunker the Winchester brothers called home. The younger of the two was standing outside waiting on her with an excited smile on his face. She placed her vehicle in park and shut off the engine as she tucked a few errant strands of her chestnut brown hair behind her ear. A bright smile overtook her face as she turned to see Sam already opening the door for her.

“Sam!!!” Audrey squealed as she jumped from her seat and wrapped her arms around his midsection.

“It's great to see you, Audrey!” he replied as he returned her sentiment, winding his arms around her tightly.

As they pulled away from one another, she shut her door and he slung his arm around her shoulders.

“So what brings you our way?” Sam asked as he guided her toward the bunker’s entrance.

“Had a case in Colorado. Couldn't resist swinging by to see my boys on the way out.”

“Well, we are all really happy you're here. Though, you may have picked a bad time.”

She looked up at him with a furrowed brow. “What do you mean?”

“Tomorrow is April Fool's Day,” he stated simply. “You know how Dean and Gabe get.”

“Oh, Gabe is here?” she asked, trying to sound nonchalant about the subject.

Truth be told, she knew exactly what day it was, and that it meant her favorite Trickster Archangel would be around plotting out his pranks on the eldest Winchester.

“Yeah, he's here,” Sam confirmed, an annoyed look taking over his features. “They are both already paranoid of each other. Cas took Jack on a road trip to get away from it.”

Audrey laughed happily as she took in her friend's expression. “We'll get through it together, Sam!”

“Yeah, you say that now. But wait until you get pulled into one of their pranks!”

The two continued chatting as they entered the bunker and made their way to the kitchen where Dean was taking a beer from the refrigerator. When he turned and saw them he smiled widely and crossed the room to hug Audrey.

“It's been too long!” Dean said as he pulled away and started toward the fridge again. “You want a beer?”

“Sure, that would be great!” Audrey said as she moved to lean against the counter in the middle of the kitchen and rested her elbows on the surface, clasping her hands together.

Sam mimicked her actions, placing himself next to her as Dean retrieved two more drinks from the fridge and brought them over. The three of them stood gathered around the kitchen island catching up on what had happened in their lives since the last time they had seen each other. As Audrey was telling the brothers, rather animatedly, about her last hunt, Gabriel quietly walked into the kitchen.

The Archangel had had every intention of greeting her when he walked through the doorway, that was, before he saw her fully engrossed in the conversation she was having. He loved how expressive she was when she was talking about something she was passionate about, and he could watch her do so all day. The way her eyes sparkled, how her body moved with the emotion she was conveying, and the grin that stayed on her lips always had him transfixed. He recalled the last time they had been together, less than a week prior, when he had listened to her talk for two hours about her love of theatre, egging her on with questions when it started to look like she was second guessing herself on talking about the subject in the first place.

Gabriel leaned his shoulder against the door jam with an adoring smile etched into his features as she mimicked stabbing the wraith she had been talking about with a silver blade. The action had caused her to turn and catch a glimpse of the Archangel watching her intently. She stopped mid sentence as her eyes lit up and her smile grew. Seeing how happy his presence had made her made his heart stutter.

“Gabe!!!” she cried exuberantly as she ran to him and wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him like she hadn't seen him in a year.

“Hey, Sugar!” he greeted as he wrapped his own arms around her middle.

The display of affection lasted much longer than the quick hugs she had given Sam and Dean, long enough that both brothers turned to each other with knowing grins on their faces. Both knew that the two of them had ceased to exist for the moment in their friends’ worlds. They let them continue for a bit more before Dean cleared his throat, causing them to break away from one another and reluctantly turn their attention back to the brothers with both of their cheeks holding a tint of pink.

“Geez you two, get a room!” Dean teased, not being able to resist furthering the embarrassment in both of his friends’ posture.

“Dean!” Sam half scolded, failing to hide his smile.

“Sam, do you think you could take a look at my laptop?” Audrey said quickly, nervously trying to change the subject. “It's been acting kinda screwy lately.

“Sure,” Sam replied with a chuckle. “Where is it?”

“In my car. I'll go get it!”

She hurriedly turned and almost sprinted out of the room with the younger Winchester following her, still quietly laughing to himself. Gabriel watched as they left, trying to bury his annoyance with Dean for his remark.

“So,” Dean started, pulling the Archangel's attention to him once more, “are you finally going to tell her?”

“Tell her what?” Gabriel said, raising a speculative eyebrow and crossing his arms over his chest.

Dean rolled his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. “That you got a thing for her.”

Gabriel's mouth dropped open in surprise. He had thought he had kept his feelings for Audrey on the down low, burying them deep so they wouldn't interfere with their friendship. He loved being able to come around her whenever he wanted to see her. She was always so happy to see him and they always had fun together. No sense in ruining that by telling her he wanted more than friendship with her when he was certain she didn't feel the same.

“What?!” he stammered. “Dean, I don't...that's not...we're just friends!”

The Winchester barked out a laugh at his lame attempt at deflection. “Is that the best you got?”

Gabriel glowered at him.

“Come on, Gabe! You are so not subtle! You hate hunting. Hell, we have to practically beg you or be near death for you to help us on a case. Yet, you are willing to walk into any hunt with her. Not to mention, she told me about your date.”

“What date?!” Gabriel demanded. “We didn't go on a date!”

“Yeah, she claimed it wasn't one either,” Dean said with a sly smile. “But what else do you call sitting through a four hour performance of Hamlet for a girl in a tiny little black box theatre when you don't even like Shakespeare? Oh! And then there was the dinner you took her to beforehand when you don't even eat. Sounds like a date to me, man.”

“It wasn't a date!” The Archangel exclaimed defensively. “Hamlet is her favorite Shakespeare play and she was having a really bad week! I just wanted to see her smile!”

Dean's grin widened in triumph. “Exactly my point. You should tell her how you feel. She did come all this way to see you. Least you can do is meet her half way.”

“She didn't come here to see me! She's here to see you and Sam!”

Dean's brow raised in disbelief. “You really think she didn't know you were going to be here given our traditions with April first? I'll admit that Sam and I are a bonus, but she's here cause she knew you would be here.”

Gabriel didn't even want to think about what the possibility of her being at the bunker just to see him did to him. He pushed down the fluttering in his stomach and scoffed at the edler Winchester. “Whatever, Dean. It's just not like that.”

Dean pursed his lips, contemplating his next move. “So...you won't mind if I make a move then?”

“WHAT?!” A turbulent mix of anger, jealousy, and anxiety had the Archangel's stomach turning.

“Well, I mean, you're not interested and Audrey's hot. Besides that, she's just an all around awesome chick. Might be fun.”

Gabriel's mind was racing so fast he wasn't sure what to say. Was Dean serious?! He wouldn't! Would he? Would she? No! She wasn't interested in either of the brothers like that! He was sure of that! Well... mostly sure. She had never mentioned any interest at least. Of course, Gabriel tended to avoid the topic of her being with anyone like the plague. The thought of her hooking up with some random guy shot feelings through him, much like the ones he was feeling for Dean right now, and from the self satisfied smirk on the Winchester's face, he knew exactly what he was doing.

The Archangel and the hunter stayed locked in their staring contest until they heard the steel door of the front entrance open and close. Audrey and Sam’s muffled voices filtered through to the kitchen. Dean's grin suddenly turned wicked and he took off in the direction of the library where he knew his brother would take Audrey's computer to work on it. Gabriel was quickly on his heels and they both skidded into the library almost stumbling over each other. Sam and Audrey looked up from the table they were seated at to look at the pair quizzically. Dean quickly recovered from his almost fall and sauntered over to the woman sitting with his brother.

“Hey Audrey,” he started, flopping down in the chair next to her, “you wanna go out and grab a drink with me tonight?”

Audrey's brows knitted together in confusion, her shoulders tensing a little at how he had phrased the question. “Just you?”

“NO!” Gabriel bit out before Dean could answer. When three sets of shocked eyes turned his way, he reeled in his reaction. When next he spoke, there was a much cooler exterior to his tone. “I mean, he's asking if you want to go with us...all of us.”

Audrey turned to Sam, who seemed to have as much of a clue about what was going on as she did. A thought finally occurred to her and she turned to look at the two with stern eyes.

“I swear to God you two!” she warned. “You better not be pulling me into this dumb prank war! Sam told me about the glitter breathing dragon in the bathroom Gabe snapped up last year!”

“Gabriel is under a strict no Archangel powered pranks rule this year,” Sam chimed in, narrowing his eyes at the now grinning angel.

“Oh, lighten up!” Gabriel said. “It wasn't real, and you gotta admit: Dean's face was priceless.”

Audrey couldn't help the laugh that bubbled from her mouth as she thought about Dean walking into the bathroom for his morning shower and coming face to face with a dragon that looked like it was plucked straight out of the movie Dragonheart, thinking he was about to be roasted, only to be hit in the face with a shower of brightly colored rainbow glitter. However, she missed the swell of bashful pride that washed over Gabriel at her appreciation for his prank.

“Yeah, yeah,” Dean said in dismissal. “It was a good one. Even I have to admit that. Either way, there are rules this year that Sam and Cas made us both agree to, one of them being that the war can't commence until it is officially April first.” Dean moved to put an arm around Audrey's shoulders. “So, whaddya say? You game for a night out, Sugar?”

Gabriel had to fight back his grace from flaring in his eyes as anger coursed through him at Dean using one of his pet names for her. He desperately wanted to go over and rip his arm from her.

“Don't call me ‘Sugar,’” Audrey chided as she narrowed her eyes at the elder Winchester. “Only he's allowed to call me that.” She inclined her head in Gabriel's direction as she spoke.

“Sorry,” Dean replied quickly as he slipped his arm away.

Audrey relaxed at his apology and stood from the table. “Yeah, I'm up for going out. Just give me time to shower and change.”

Dean nodded and she moved to exit the room with Gabriel smirking in triumph as he watched her leave.

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biluata · 7 years

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It Wasn't A Goodbye - Quakerider One-shot

Words: 4,337

Request #6: Season 5 Speculation of Robbie returning from the other dimension to find Daisy

Sweet Moments. Mushy Feelings. Self-Reflection. Action.

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Robbie Reyes was no stranger to saying good-bye.

He said it that warm fall morning in the Calvary Cemetery as he laid his parents to rest. He said it that day before the end of his junior year when he told his favorite teacher, Mr. Valdez, he wasn't going to be returning to Garfield High next year. He said it that first Saturday night after he became the Ghost Rider when he broke it off with his high-school sweetheart, Lisa, for her safety and happiness. He said it that hazy winter afternoon as his Uncle Eli burned for his sins beneath Robbie's grasp.

Good-byes were a recognizable, unwanted companion in his life. Like a festering old battle scar being ripped open over and over again, Robbie knew when it was time for him to say another good-bye. To part ways for good and know he'd never see that person again.

When he had hesitated outside that portal he whipped up with the Darkhold in hand, and Daisy had nodded at him with a tender smile that matched her eyes, he knew.

That wasn't a good-bye. It was a "see you later."

Robbie had never been more certain of this than anything else in his life. He could feel it in his bones even when the rest of him burned away. Daisy Johnson was meant to be in his life ever since she walked into that junkyard countless nights ago.

He honestly didn't know how he got attached to her so quickly. She had been nothing but a pain in the ass for him at first, but that somehow soon turned into a begrudging team-up. Sure, they had bonded over their shared darkness and had each other's back when it was just them against the world, but he would hardly call what they had a friendship. The Ghost Rider didn't have friends.

But then, he stopped Eli. He saved Los Angeles, and ended up in what most would Hell for his troubles.

Robbie had thought that was it for him. After all his strife and struggles, he was resigned to spend the rest of his days in that dark dimension being the vessel for the demon inside him to kill with. Still, in the moments when he was too numb to even register what he was doing, when it hurt too much to think about Gabe, his thoughts would turn to her. To the spunky girl dressed in silver and black who hid her vulnerability and compassion behind biting words and earthquakes.

It started off innocently enough, just a curious thought about her well-being or a reminisce of one of their conversations, but soon enough all he could think about was her. It quickly got to the point where he could imagine she was right there with him, giving him one of her sassy remarks:

"Really, Reyes? You call that a punch?"

"Come on, Carrot Top, even I could do this in my sleep!"

"Whoa, there, Hotshot, take yourself seriously much?"

It was wishful thinking, an illusion in his mind to keep himself sane, but her words and ghostly image were the one small pleasure he seemed to be allowed. Even if it wasn't actually her, Daisy had been there to keep himself from completely drowning in that Hellish darkness. She kept that small bit of human in him alive even when he was losing himself to the Rider.

And then, it had happened. A small crack in the dimension had formed like sliver of a broken mirror. He pushed himself through it and he was back. Sure, the Rider had a mission for him. Mystical darkness and danger were afoot on Earth. Robbie could sense that enough, as if the dark energy was a choking, acrid smog. Still, he was back. He could finally be him after who knew how long he was gone in that other dimension.

Then she had shown up.

Even if it had been weeks or months, he recognized the sound of her black heeled boots thumping rhythmically on the hard concrete before she even appeared. When she had turned the corner and finally walked into his view, Robbie was knocked breathless.

It was Daisy. It was actually her, here in front of him in the flesh. Her hair was a little longer and all the heavy dark makeup was gone, but it was her. Bruised and battered but still heavenly even in the dim warehouse lights. Robbie's heart had sputtered wildly inside his chest like a caged bird, and it took all his willpower to keep his cool.

Alright, so he liked her. A lot. He had tried to deny it in his head, explaining to himself whatever he was feeling was just because he hadn't been around other people for quite some time and he had missed her, but Robbie could only hold on to his disillusioned stubbornness for so long.

Ever time she was in the room, his eyes were drawn to her like a poor moth to a dazzling inferno. Each soft smile she sent his way sent sparks tingling up his spine. His whole body just gravitated towards her like planets around stars.

"But I'm here now . . . And that's good."

"That is good."

He wouldn't call it love or any other crazy idea like that, but there was something there between him and Daisy. Something that made the small space between them more charged than a lightning storm. Robbie had thought it was just him who felt this way until he stopped outside the portal to look at her one last time. He didn't know how long he would be gone this time, or if he would even be back at all, but at least his last image of this world would be of her. The girl who shook up his whole life that night in the junkyard.

That's when he had seen it. The look in her eye that nearly made his heart stop completely once more. It was unmistakable. A sense of longing for him to stay even though they both knew he had a duty to uphold, but there was also something else.

Hope.

Hope that he would be back someday. Hope that they would see each other again. Hope that maybe this unspoken connection between them could turn into something more. Something real.

When Robbie became the Ghost Rider so many years ago, he never thought he could find something like that in his life again. He had resigned himself to being satisfied enough that Gabe was alive. His brother would live and prosper and be able to go on to do the things that Robbie never had the opportunity or luxury to pursue.

Robbie had made many sacrifices in his life, and he didn't regret a single one of them. But, as Robbie entered through the portal, he knew. Now was not the time for another one. Whatever this thing was he had with Daisy, it was special, and he wasn't going to miss it.

This wasn't a good-bye.

* * *

Robbie spun his Hellfire chain round and round until the fiery circle exploded into life in a shower of orange sparks. With the Darkhold now safely stowed in a place no one could even dream of finding it and the Rider satisfied for the time being with his thirst for vengeance against the demons of Hell, it was time for him to finally go home to Earth. To Gabe. To Her.

Robbie swung the chain across his torso like a sash, making sure it was secure before stepping through the portal. His stomach immediately began to toss and turn as the interdimensional energy swirled around him like a storming sea. Despite the countless amount of times he had gone through these portals, he never could get used to them. It was worse than the Scrambler ride at Pacific Park. But before he could become the first person to throw up in an interdimensional portal, he bursted through to the other side.

Robbie blinked as he steadied himself. He was back right where he had left at the S.H.I.E.L.D. base. It was almost as if nothing had changed at all. Boxes and various supplies laid scattered haphazardly about in the dingy, dark room. Scorch marks from the explosion Daisy had told him about still lined the door and windows. Even the dismantled remains of the portal machine still sat in one of the corners. The only differences that told him he hadn't just been gone for a few minutes were the fact that Daisy and the rest of her S.H.I.E.L.D. friends were gone and everything was now covered in a much thicker layer of dust.

He frowned. The place was abandoned. For how long, he wasn't sure, but long enough to know nobody was coming back. Not that he should be surprised after all the events that happened before he left. Still, that didn't stop the heavy weight from growing in his chest.

Robbie's eyes turned to the closest object on the ground near him, an old plastic crate with a few odd metal parts in it, and kicked it with all his might. The innocent little box went clattering across the room, nearly smashing into the far wall. He gritted his teeth as throbbing pain flared through his foot.

If S.H.I.E.L.D. went underground again, how on Earth was he ever going to find Daisy? They were a spy organization, for Christ' sake, who apparently had been working in the shadows for years without the general population ever noticing. If they really wanted to, they could disappear without a single trace.

Robbie sighed and the tenseness strung tight throughout his body lessened. Of course, seeing her again was never going to be that easy, he thought with a bitter laugh. What was he expecting? A welcome home party? Her running in to his arms and begging him to never leave again? Please. When did anything in his life ever go that well?

"Who the hell are you?"

He froze. The stranger's voice, even at a normal volume, echoed loudly through the silent room.

Robbie slowly turned to find a blonde woman dressed in an Air Force uniform standing in the doorway. She held a service pistol in her hands and had it trained directly on him. Robbie's gut clenched as he eyed the small black revolver. He wasn't afraid of death, but guns could only lead to trouble.

Robbie slowly raised his arms with open palms towards the woman. "I'm a friend of Coulson's," he stated but immediately bit his tongue as soon as the words left his mouth.

The woman's eyes widened as she tightened her grip on her weapon. The soft click of the gun's safety being turned off rang clearer than a church bell through his ears. A feverish flame quickly began to burn across his body as the Rider stirred in his head, growling defensively and ready to spring into action if necessary.

"Easy there--" His eyes scanned her uniform and quickly found a name lapel -- "Evans. You don't want to do that," he said. More for her sake than his.

"What are you doing here? Did Coulson send you?" She asked harshly. "In fact, how did you even get in? This is now private property overseen by the U.S. Government as possible evidence while S.H.I.E.L.D. is under investigation. We have guards at every possible entrance and exit."

"Listen, ma'am, I just happened to end up here. I've sort of been busy off in my own little world for a while. I just came to look for somebody. I guess they're not here."

"Look for who?"

Robbie hesitated. He didn't want to go blabbering around about what he was up to, but at the same time he really didn't know where to start looking. Maybe she would. The government certainly had to have a tail on S.H.I.E.L.D. If they weren't already under arrest, that is.

"Daisy Johnson."

Evans tilted her head, her lips pulling together in an amused grin. "I guess you truly have been off in your little world."

That caused him to furrow his brow. "What do you mean?"

She gave him a once over, mentally debating whether she should elaborate before sighing and slightly lowering her weapon.

"We tracked Johnson, Coulson and the rest of their ragtag gang to a diner outside of Denton not long after your friend shot Talbot. We had planned to intercept them there and bring them in for arrest, when someone already beat us to it."

Robbie tensed as an icy chill quickly began to settle in his stomach.

"Apparently," she continued. "A bunch of shady characters showed up a few minutes before we did and suddenly they were all gone. No word of their appearances ever since despite all of our best efforts to track them down these past few months."

"So, you're saying they just upped and disappeared?"

"Yeah, as if they got abducted by aliens right on the spot. S.H.I.E.L.D.'s secretive, but even we get some buzz about them from time to time. Now, they're just gone."

Her words swarmed through his mind like a hive of bees. Gone? Taken by shady-looking people months ago and they still had no idea who, where or why? Robbie clenched his jaw. God, if the freaking government couldn't even find them, how was he supposed to? Daisy's hopeful brown eyes flashed through his mind and his heart grew heavy.

"Listen, sir," Evans drawled out slowly, sending him cautious but curious looks. "You are, in fact, trespassing on federal property, and it seems like you may know some information about our mutual missing S.H.I.E.L.D. agents." She hesitantly took a step towards him. "I'm going to have to ask you come with me for questioning."

Robbie's eyes narrowed as he slowly grasped the end of his chain. Questioning? Sure, they'd question him alright, and then try to toss him into a cell right after. Besides the fact he never could get quite used to a cage, he didn't have time to waste dealing with government bullshit. If it's true what she said about the team being taken, Daisy could be in trouble.

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

Fire burned hot in his hand and traveled down the length of his chain as he unwound it from around him in a snap. Evans' face paled as she raised her gun once more.

"Sir, put the chain down, or I will shoot," she spoke evenly even though her gun trembled slightly in her hands.

"Sorry about this," Robbie murmured.

He slung his chain forward at her as she let out a shot. Red-hot pain blossomed in his left shoulder, but Robbie ignored it as the end of his chain made contact with her gun. The sheer force of his throw knocked the weapon from her hand and onto the cold, hard ground a few feet away. Evans went to reach for it, only to find her pistol half-melted and completely unusable.

Robbie gritted his teeth as he pulled his chain back in. He could barely move his left arm without feeling like a knife with the heat of the sun was digging into his shoulder. The Rider Roared in him, sizzling fire just beneath his skin, but Robbie used all his strength to keep him at bay. Even if Evans shot him, he knew she wasn't a terrible person. At least, not terrible enough to deserve facing the fiery demon.

The lieutenant reached behind her waist and pulled out a walkie-talkie. "All units. I need all available units to the east wing of the S.H.I.E.L.D base immediately. A fire enhanced male individual is on site. Very dangerous," she spoke hurriedly into the device.

Robbie rolled his eyes. You've got to be kidding me right now, he thought as he marched up to her.

"I repeat, the individual is very dangerous. Shoot on--" But the words were lost in her throat as Robbie wrenched the walkie-talkie out of her hand and immediately incinerated it.

"I did say sorry," he grunted before throwing the now destroyed two-way radio onto the ground and leaving the room.

He had to get out of here. Countless armed officers could show up any minute, and Robbie wasn't really looking forward to possibly fighting them for his freedom. His problems were not with them. So, he ran, or at least jogged the best he could with a bullet still in his shoulder. Sweat beaded across his face from the effort and each step was like having his arm repeatedly crushed in a hydraulic lift. Still, he had been through worse.

Robbie passed through endless burnt and destroyed corridors with numerous, closed steel doors. He wasn't really sure where he was going -- he had only been to this place three times at best -- but he just had to get away. When he turned a corner, he hoped to find an exit sign. Instead, all he found were six armed tactical agents at the end of the hall.

"Hey!" One of them shouted and they all took off towards him, raising their guns.

"Shit," Robbie breathed.

He quickly scanned around and turned to the closest closed door. It was unlocked, but it wouldn't budge. The explosion from months ago had slightly warped the door and its frame. With his good shoulder, Robbie slammed all his weight into it and the door went swinging inward.

Bullets whizzed past his ears as he went stumbling into the dim room. Robbie roared as a sharp pain struck his lower back on his left side, but he couldn't worry about that right now. He slammed the door shut and quickly pushed what he assumed to be a nearby, large file cabinet in front of it. As he finished setting it into place, the agents arrived, battering against the door. Robbie held his breath, but the cabinet held. For now.

He winced as he paced the dim room, letting his eyes adjust to the darkness. His left arm and shoulder still burned as if it had been bitten by a thousand fire ants, but there was now a chill in his lower body. The new bullet had gone clean through his back to his abdomen and blood was quickly trickling out through both holes. Robbie pressed a hand down on one side of the wound, but it was really no use without anything the soaked clothes he was wearing and his gloved hand to stop it. Any minute now and he could bleed out entirely.

"Just give in already, Robbie," the Rider murmured hollowly in his head with the sweetness of grinding gears. "We can stop those guards together. Let me help."

Robbie groaned as blazing heat hotter than an inferno stung his head just beneath his skin.

No!

The Rider had already been in charge of his body long enough. It was now time for Robbie to be at the helm, at least for a little while. With himself in charge, Robbie at least had some control over the scenario and what to do next. If the Rider took over, there were not guarantees about what would happen.

Not yet. If you want to help, help me find my Charger, he told his demonic companion.

People always said that there was a special connection between a man and his machine. Well, Robbie's was more than that. Ever since he had become the Ghost Rider, he and Lucy were tied to each other, almost like they had a psychic link. Robbie figured it had to be the work of the Hellish forces attached to them.

The tactical agents continued to batter on the door. With each pound, the file cabinet screeched inches further away from the door. Robbie grimaced. If he was going to get out of here, it was now or never.

Fire shot through his hand and ignited his chain once more. He focused on his beloved Charger as he swung the chain in large loops. Each arc was more painful than the last as his left side screamed from the stress. Finally, the portal exploded to life with the other side hard to make out clearly in the waves of orange energy. Robbie couldn't tell if this portal would actually lead him to his Charger or if the Rider was just going to send him back to another different dimension.

His heart jumped into his throat as a loud crash resounded behind him. The file cabinet had finally lost its battle and lay pitifully on the ground. Any second now the agents were going to break through that door. He didn't have much of a choice.

Robbie rushed and leaped through the portal as gunshots rattled into the room. His body seemed to hover for a moment as the interdimensional energies took him to who the Hell knows where when he suddenly shot through to the other side and crash landed onto hard, brown dirt.

He groaned as a dull pain radiated across his chest and chin. Not his best interdimensional portal traveling attempt, but it certainly hadn't been his worst. Robbie coughed as he slowly got up. Bitter, coppery blood laced the inside of his mouth and he honestly couldn't tell if it was because he bit something when he landed or if his gunshot wounds were really starting to get that bad.

As his eyes slowly adjusted to the bright light of the setting sun, Robbie found himself to be in a large, outdoor car impound.

At least, this isn't Hell, he thought.

Rows of detained S.H.I.E.L.D. vehicles lined where he stood, but his eyes were only focused on one car. There at the end of the row next to Coulson's cherry-red '62 Corvette sat his treasured Lucy. She was covered in a little bit of dirt and dust, but she still managed to shine proudly with voluminous beauty and danger even in the dying light.

Robbie grinned, but immediately his face turned sour once he spotted the boot somebody put on her front left tire. Fire boiled in the pit of his stomach. How could somebody dare try to chain up his baby like that? He muttered a slew of Spanish and English curse words that would have surely made his mother bring out the chancla if she were around as he slowly shuffled his way over.

Robbie wrapped his chain tight over the knuckles on his right hand. When he reached his Charger, he immediately bent down and slammed his fist into the tire boot. Even in his weakened state, the device practically shattered in half under his force. Robbie ripped the broken pieces off and tossed them aside.

He wound his chain around his torso once more as he staggered to his full height. Digging into his jeans' pocket, he pulled out his car keys, unlocked the door then slipped himself into the driver's seat. He let out a long sigh as he sunk into her warm, leather seats.

Closing the door shut, Robbie sat there in the silence for a moment, taking the sight of his Charger all in as the sun began to disappear below the horizon. He smiled as he reached out a gloved hand and lightly caressed her smooth steering wheel. God, did he miss his baby.

His eyes flicked to the glove compartment and he quickly reached over, opened it and rummaged through. There were a few bits of small car parts and couple trash wrappers, all useless really, until his fingers came across exactly what he had been looking for. Robbie pulled it out , his heart fluttering violently in his chest as he sat back.

It was a photograph of Daisy. Alright, it was actually a photo of her, Fitz and Simmons, but all he could focus on was her smiling face in the middle.

He had found it while he was rummaging around in Daisy's stuff that day long ago in Canelo's. The day he had been trying to find a reason to warrant killing her. He hadn't meant to keep it, but it had gotten left behind in the shop sometime after she ditched him during the night of the blackout. Robbie had gone back to work at Canelo's to find her van and all her stuff gone, but this lone photo tucked in the shadows between two boxes. Robbie was going to give it back to her, but between the Darkhold, Eli and AIDA, he hadn't had the chance.

The photo had to be a few years old. They all looked so much younger in it, and he honestly could barely recognize Daisy at first with her long brown hair. He knew it had to be her, though, the minute he saw her eyes. The girl in the photo had the same shine of warmth in her brown eyes the way Daisy did whenever she smiled in his direction. Of course, Photo Daisy's smile was much wider and freer than the little grins his Daisy had, but maybe one day he'd get to see this smile for real, too.

"But I'm here now . . . and that's good."

"That is good."

A soft smile tugged on the corners of his lips as he put the photo carefully back into the glove box and snapped it shut. Robbie twirled his keys then slipped the one for Lucy into the ignition. A crackle of energy tingled up his spine as his Charger roared to life. He revved the engine as scorching flames began to flood his chilled body and crackle just beneath his skin.

If Daisy was in trouble, he was going to find her. He had to. This wasn't going to be another good-bye. It was far from it.

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croatian2 · 8 years

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wedding night

Secret Valentines gift for Hannah aka @commission-an-idiot

Also i added some rare pairs, plz don't be mad.Also shoutout to @dontfightpatrickstump for the info for the weddings .

"Who would have thought I would be here mate..."A man said while adjusting his bow tie. He was little annoyed with his prosthetic leg but she instead. He couldn't say no to her when she puts her puppy face.

"I thought you were going to die by one of your stupid explosion." A large man wearing a gas mask said.

Jamison Fawkes also known as Junkrat was getting married. Who would have thought? The lucky girl is Mei-Ling Zhou a Chinese climatologist who wants to save the environment. Mako Rutledge now known as Roadhog couldn't care less on what was Junkrat doing as long as he gets his cut from the treasure.

"Did I told you how beautiful she looks mate? " he asked his friend... If you can call him that.

" Yes, you couldn't stop talking about her ever since you saw her. I had to literally punch you to shut you up." Roadhog said clearly annoyed.

"Oh yeeeeaaah! Those were the good times...." Junkrat said like he was going over a nostalgic trip.

"Now for better times! " He said excited.

"Yeah, sure..." Roadhog is certain they will broke up a week after the weeding, tops.

Mean while across the other room Mei was getting ready with her red dress with a little help with Tracer, Zarya, Satya and Fareeha. Satya was the one who made the dress. Tracer and Zarya were there because she needed some mental support .Fareeha was there so she could the voice of reason for her perfectionist girlfriend .She didn't made any effect whatsoever.

"Alright checking just to be sure.... "

" Satya you looked over it for the 7th time!It's perfect." Fareeha said clearly annoyed.

Mei didn't say a thing because she has worked with Satya before and what she found out is that the only person that could break her ridicules symmetric system was her fiance Fareeha. Not completely it looks like.

"I will check it this last time I promise." Mei was a little bit relaxed because of her work with Satya she know she could trust her promise.

"I are you sure you are certain with this?" Zarya asked.

"Oh my God. " Tracer whispered. Zarya heard and turned towards her." What is it? " She was getting angry, and nobody wants that so Mei acted quickly. She turned Zarya's head towards her. The chair is useful in more ways.

"Zarya, I already told you on the day on the day he asked me out, on the every date I went with him, on the day he proposed to him, and every day since then I'm certain."

Zarya didn't believe that, but she would suck it up for her. Like she does every day.

"Knock, Knock. "

" Who's there? " Mei said.

" Roadhog. "

" Roadhog who?"Tracer said.

"Really? "He said.

" It's fine come in. " Satya said.

"The broom is pissing me off and I won't stand him for another second."

" Well the braid isn't ready yet so you wait. " Zarya practically threatening said and looked in the eye holes of his mask.

" Well, I will drag her if that's what it will take to end this." The tension grew higher. Then Fareeha instinctively stood between them and broke them apart.

" Okay, that's enough from both of you. "

"Ahem" He made a fake cough to get their attention.

"Genji, why are you in McCree's clothes?" Tracer asked confused.

"Well I am trying a new look and the broom send me to tell you he is ready and he is waiting ."

"Well let's end this already. " Roadhog offered his hand to Mei.

" I will walk Mei to the...ahhhhm " Zarya's English wasn't her strong side and her.

" The altar, Zarya." Satya said.

"Da, altar." You could notice her blushing

"Mako, let her do it. For me? " Roadhog would usually break his or her face if they have mentioned his real name or surname, but Mei was an exception. Even he doesn't know why.

"Fine, just hurry up." Then he left for the altar.

"Well isn't he cherry?" Fareeha said.

"He is just a big softy inside ."Mei said in defensive.

"Are you sure it isn't the fat?" Zarya said.

"Wow rude! " Tracer said but didn't made any effect.

While she was walking towards the altar, she could see all the little things. The way to the altar was, you could say, "marked" with a red carpet. On the each side there were chair planned by 2 x 5 system. There wasn't any plan of sitting just one thing was certain. Soldier 76 and Reaper should be on opposite sides.

Mei wasn't so sure about Reaper on her wedding but Junkrat and Lucio were insisting. While Mei and Zarya were walking towards the altar Mei has only focused on her soon-to-be husband. She didn't noticed or didn't care who sat with who, who was arguing with who. All she cared was Jamison and their life together.

Their wedding wasn't a regular one to say at least. There were a lot of compromises.She keeps the red dress but there will be a party after the weeding. The priest being Winston was starters (It was him or Zenyatta). And there was a surprise that Junkrat mentioned a couple of times. Since then Roadhog brought a fire extinguisher on the wedding. Just in case.Mei and Junkrat were shined by the moonlight from above their head.

"Is the happy couple ready?" Winston said trying to sound less nervous as possible. It could pass.

"As ready as I will ever be."

"Yeah, what she said."

"Okay then let's begin."Winston brought a book that contains every step of the wedding. "Dearly beloved..."

"Can we skip to the "now your married" part? " Junkrat cut him off. Zarya made a silent laugh and thought in Russian -There is no way she is going to marry this guy-

"Yeah Winston please let's just get married." Mei said. She could feel the stare of everyone. All she cared was that they finish this nonsense and start their life together. "That's my girl!"

"Well if it is the brides wish... Now i pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride. "Winston finally relaxed knowing the pressure is gone.

The party wasn't that much extra. People were just enjoying their ridiculously rare free time with their special one and celebrating Mei's and Junkrat's marriage.

Lucio was obviously the DJ and he played the music with Reaper by his side. Weirdly enough they have a similar taste in music. McCree ,who was wearing Genji's old clothes (don't ask how he got them), and Genji were hanging out with Mercy, who was with D.va, and Hanzo, who was with Widowmaker. They didn't wanted to come without a date so they come together. D.va calls them the "Nothing to lose" couple.

Zenyatta and Bastion were talking to each other near the drinks. Zenyatta understood Bastion and they would always have a long, probably a philosophical, conversation whenever they had a chance. There was also Zarya and Roadhog. Roadhog wanted to keep an eye on her to make sure there wasn't any drama. Sombra was with what she called the "Lesbian" group, which was made of Fareeha, Satya, Tracer, Emily and Winston.Also she was drunk because „the blond bitch“ ,as she liked to call Mercy that (she was drunk and nobody wanted a drama) took her nerdy girlfriend . Torbjon and Reindhart had other jobs to do so they had to left pretty soon. Jack and Ana left so they could avoid the drama with Reaper. Ana didn't mind but she couldn't say the same thing with Jack. Also she knew if Jack gets drunk he would flirt on Gabe all night long.Mei and Junkrat were just dancing.

„How did these 2 even meat?“ Hanzo said trying to start a conversation. „I have personally seen Junkrat flirting and after that I know that even Reaper with his outfit had a better chance then him.“

„Well ..“ Mcree was hesitating.“ It is an embarassing story so ...Why not ?“ It took him 2 seconds tops to think about it.“Mei was going to get some ice cream then she spotted them robing the ice cream truck .“ He giggled .“She was so pissed that she froze them with her gun her little robot.And here is the best part .After she froze them she took a picture of them and we still have the picture in the base.“ D.va left a giggle ,Mercy laughed a bit ,Genji just stared at Mcree and Hanzo and Widowmaker just stood there akwardly and confused .

Nobody noticed but Mei and Junkrat have left the dance floor. Roadhog was too busy getting Zarya drunk so he could have some chance at having some god damn peace.When he noticed he thought of all of the possible outcomes.

They were back the altar and there was just them and silence and they enjoyed it.

„Well James what is the suprise?“ she said with her arms around his neck.

„This .“ he showed somthing that looks like a switch.

„Well lets see it.“She kissed him.She has learned to trust him ever since she started to date him.He pressed the switch and the bombs below them exploded and brought them so high until they landed in a flying helicopter. In there were 2 mercenaries hired by Reaper.Mei's body was pumping adrenalin.

„That was awsome!!!“ Mei said and gave him a big kiss. She had a smile the rivals Junkrats when she goes on these sort of trips.

„Thats my wife.“ He pointed to her.They couldn't care less .

„Were does the young couple want to go?“ The pilot was having fun he didn't care what his collueges think.

„Who about Bahamas?“ Mei asked.

„Anything for the bride .“ He had a bright smile and did as was he told.

The End. (plz be honest)

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thewidowsghost · 3 years

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Daughter of the Sea - Chapter 3

Percy's POV

Confession time: I ditch Grover as soon as we get to the bus terminal.

I know, I know. It was rude. But Grover is kinda freaking me out, looking at me like I am a dead man, muttering, "Why does this always happen?" and "Why does it always have to be the sixth grade?"

Whenever he gets upset, Grover's bladder acts up, so I'm not surprised when, as soon as we get off the bus, he makes me promise to wait for him, then makes a beeline for the restroom. Instead of waiting, I get my suitcase, slip outside, and catch the first taxi uptown.

"East One-hundred-and-forth and First," I tell the driver.

A word about my mother, before you meet her.

Her name is Sally Jackson and she's the best person in the world, which just proves my theory that the best people have the rottenest luck. Her own parents died in a plane crash when she was five, and she was raised by an uncle who didn't care much about her. She wanted to be a novelist, so she spent high school working to save enough money for a college with a good creative-writing program. Then her uncle got cancer, and she had to quit school her senior year to take care of him. After he died, she was left with no money, no family, and no diploma.

The only good break she ever got was meeting mine and (Y/n)'s dad.

We didn't have any memories of him, just this warm sort of glow, maybe the barest trace of his smile. Our mom doesn't like to talk about him because it makes her sad; she has no pictures.

See, they weren't married. She told us he was rich and important, and their relationship was a secret. Then one day, he set sail across the Atlantic on some important journey, and he never came back.

Lost at sea, my mom had told us. Not dead. Lost at sea.

She worked odd jobs, took night classes to get her high school diploma, and raised me and my twin on her own. She never complained or got mad. Not even once. But I knew I wasn't an easy kid.

Finally, she married Gabe Ugliano, who was nice the first thirty seconds we knew him, then showed his true colors as a world-class jerk. When I was young, I nicknamed him Smelly Gabe. I'm sorry, but it's the truth. The guy reeked like moldy garlic pizza wrapped in gym shorts.

Between the two of us, we made my mom's life pretty hard. The way Smelly Gabe treated her, the way he and I got along...well, when I came home is a good example.

I walk into our little apartment, hoping my mom would be home from work. Instead, Smelly Gabe is in the living room, playing poker with his buddies. The television blares ESPN. Chips and beer cans are strewn all over the carpet.

Hardly looking, he says around his cigar, "So, you're home."

"Where's Mom and (Y/n)?" I wonder aloud.

"Your mom's working," he says. "You got any cash?"

That was it. No Welcome back. Good to see you. How has your life been the last six months?

"I don't have any cash," I toll him.

"Here," comes a voice, holding out a ten to the man.

Instantly, a smile sneaks its way onto my face.

"Hey, Perc," my twin sister says with a smile.

(Y/n)'s POV

I grab my brother's suitcase and carry it into his room; I set it down on the bed.

"You wanna come sit in my room?" I ask and Percy nods, a smile still on his face.

I lead the way to my room and when I open the door, Percy sinks into my desk chair.

"Percy?" comes our mom's voice.

She opens my bedroom door.

Our mother can make me feel good just by walking into the room. Her eyes sparkle and change color in the light. Her smile is as warm as a quilt. She's got a few gray streaks mixed in with her long brown hair, but I never think of her as old. When she looks at me, it's like she's seeing all the good things about me, none of the bad. I've never heard her raise her voice or say an unkind word to anyone, not even me or Percy or Gabe.

"Oh, Percy," she hugs her son tightly. "I can't believe it. You've grown since Christmas.

Percy's POV

Her red-white-and-blue Sweet on America uniform smelled like the best things in the world: chocolate, licorice, and all the other stuff she sold at the candy shop in Grand Central. She'd brought me a huge bag of "free samples," the way she always did when I came home.

We sit together on the edge of (Y/n)'s bed. While I attack the blueberry sour strings, (Y/n) stealing a few pieces of candy from the bag, Mom runs her hand through my hair and demands to know everything I hadn't put in my letters. She doesn't mention anything about my getting expelled. She doesn't seem to care about that. But was I okay? Was her little boy doing all right? The whole time, (Y/n)'s eyes were sparkling with amusement.

I tell Mom she is smothering me, and to lay off and all that, but secretly, I was really, really glad to see her and (Y/n).

From the other room, Gabe yells, "Hey, Sally—how about some bean dip, huh?"

I grit my teeth.

My mom is the nicest lady in the world. She should've been married to a millionaire, not to some jerk like Gabe.

For her sake, I try to sound upbeat about my last days at Yancy Academy. I tell her I'm not too down about the expulsion. I'd lasted almost the whole year this time. I'd made some new friends. I'd done pretty well in Latin. And honestly, the fights hadn't been as bad as the headmaster said. I liked Yancy Academy. I really did. I put such a good spin on the year, I almost convince myself. I start choking up, thinking about Grover and Mr. Brunner. Even Nancy Bobofit suddenly doesn't seem so bad.

Until that trip to the museum...

"What?" my mom asks. Her and my sister's eyes tug at my conscience, trying to pull out the secrets. "Did something scare you?"

"No, Mom."

I feel back for lying. I want to tell her about Mrs. Dodds and the three old ladies with the yarn, but I think it'd sound stupid.

Mom purses her lips. Both she and (Y/n) could tell I was holding back, but neither push me.

(Y/n)'s POV

"I have a surprise for both of you," Mom says. "We're going to the beach."

Percy's eyes widen. "Montauk?"

"Three nights - same cabin."

"When?" I ask excitedly.

Mom smiles. "As soon as I get changed."

I can't believe it. Mom, Percy, and I hadn't been to Montauk the last two summers, because Gabe said there wasn't enough money.

Gabe appears in my doorway and growls, "Bean dip, Sally? Didn't you hear me?"

"I've got it," I offer, rising from the bed and walking out into the kitchen to make the dip for Mom.

An hour later, we are ready to leave.

Gabe takes a break from his poker game long enough to watch me and Percy lug Mom's bags to the car. He keeps griping and groaning about losing her cooking - and most importantly, his '78 Camaro - for the whole weekend.

"Not a scratch on this car, you two," he warns us as I load the last bag. "Not one little scratch."

Like we'd be the ones driving. We're twelve. But that didn't matter to Gabe. If a seagull so much as pooped on his paint job, he'd find a way to blame us.

We get into the Camero, me in the passenger's seat, and Percy in the back.

Our rental cabin is on the south shore, way out at the tip of the Long Island. It is a little pastel box with faded curtains, half-sunken into the dunes. There is always sand in the sheets and spiders in the cabinets, and most of the time the sea is too cold to swim in.

Percy and I love the place.

We'd been going there since Percy and I were babies. Our mom had been going even longer. She never exactly said, but I knew why the beach was special to her. It was the place she'd met mine and Percy's dad.

As we get closer to Montauk, Mom seems to grow younger, years of worry and work disappearing from her face. Her eyes turning the color of the sea.

We arrive at the cabin, open all the cabin windows, and go through our usual cleaning routine. We walk on the beach, feed blue corn chips to the seagulls, and much on jelly beans, blue saltwater taffy, and all the other free samples my mom had brought from work.

I guess I should explain the blue food.

See, Gabe had once told Mom there was no such thing. They had this fight, which seemed like a small thing at the time. But ever since, Mom had gone out of her way to eat blue. She baked blue birthday cakes. She mixed blueberry smoothies. She bought blue-corn tortilla chips and brought home blue candy from the shop. This - alone with keeping her maiden name, Jackson, rather than calling herself Mrs. Ugliano - was proof that she wasn't totally suckered by Gabe. She did have a rebellious streak, like Percy.

When it gets dark, we make a fire. We roast hot dogs and marshmallows. Mom tells us stories about when she was a kid, back before her parents died in the plane crash. She tells us about the books she wanted to write when she gets enough money to quit the candy shop.

Finally, it seems that Percy gets the nerve to ask about what was always on our minds when we come to Montauk - our father. Mom's eyes go all misty. I figure that she was going to tell us the same things she always said, but neither Percy and I ever got tired of hearing them.

"He was kind, Percy," Mom says. "Tall, handsome, and powerful. But gentle, two. You have his black hair, you know, Percy, and you both have his green eyes."

Mom fishes a blue jelly bean out of her candy bag. "I wish he could see you, Percy, (Y/n). He would be so proud."

Percy's POV

I wondered how she could say that. What's so great about me? A dyslexic, hyperactive boy with a D+ report card, kicked out of the school for the sixth time in six years.

"How old were we?" I ask. "I mean . . . when he left?"

Mom watches the flames. "He was only with me for one summer, Percy. Right here at this beach. This cabin."

"But...he knew us as a baby."

"No, honey. He knew I was expecting twins, but he never saw you two. He had to leave before you were born."

I try to square that with the fact I seem to remember . . . something about my father. A warm glow. A smile.

(Y/n) and I had always assumed that he had known us as babies. Mom had never said it outright, but still, we'd always felt it must be true. Now, to be told that he'd never even seen us . . .

I realize I feel angry at my father. Maybe it was stupid, but I resent him for going on that ocean voyage, for not having the guts to marry Mom. He'd left us, and now we are stuck with Smelly Gable.

"Are you sending me away again?" I ask her. "To another boarding school."

She pulls a marshmallow from the fire.

"I don't know, honey." Mom's voice is heavy. "I think . . . I think we'll have to do something."

"Because you don't want me around?" I regret the words as soon as they come out of my mouth. (Y/n) bows her head, looking at the ground and Mom's eyes well with tears.

Mom takes my hand and squeezes it tight. "Oh, Percy, no. I - I have to, honey. For your own good. I have to send you away."

Her words remind me of what Mr. Brunner had said - that it was best for me to leave Yancy.

"Because I'm not normal," I say.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing, Percy. But you don't realize how important you are. I thought Yancy Academy would be far enough away. I thought you'd finally be safe.

"Safe from what?"

She meets my eyes, and a flood of memories comes back to me - all the weird, scary things that had ever happened to me and (Y/n), some of which we'd tried to forget.

During third grade, a man in a black trench coat had stalked us on the playground. When the teachers threatened to call the police, he went away growling, but no one believed (Y/n) when she'd told them that under his broad-brimmed hat, the man only had one eye, right in the middle of his head.

Before that—a really early memory. I was in preschool, and a teacher accidentally put me down for a nap in a cot that a snake had slithered into. My mom screamed when she came to pick me up and found me playing with a limp, scaly rope I'd somehow managed to strangle to death with my meaty toddler hands.

In every single school, something creepy had happened, something unsafe, and I was forced to move.

I know I should tell my mom about the old ladies at the fruit stand, and Mrs. Dodds at the art museum, about my weird hallucination that I had sliced my math teacher into dust with a sword. But I can't make myself tell her. I have a strange feeling the news would end our trip to Montauk, and I don't want that.

"I've tried to keep you as close to me as I could," my mom says. "They told me that was a mistake. But there's only one other option, Percy—the place your father wanted to send you two. And I just...I just can't stand to do it."

(Y/n)'s POV

"Our father wanted us to go to a special school?" I ask, a little confused.

"Not a school," she says softly. "A summer camp."

My head starts spinning. Why would my dad - who hadn't even stayed around long enough to see me and Percy be born - talk about a summer camp?

"I'm sorry, (Y/n)," she said, seeing the look in my eyes. "But I can't talk about it. I—I couldn't send you two to that place. It might mean saying good-bye to you for good."

"For good?" Percy asks. "But if it's only a summer camp.

Mom turns towards the fire, and I know from her expression that if either of us ask her any more questions, she would start to cry.

I have a weird, vivid dream. It is storming on the beach, and two beautiful animals, a white horse, and a golden eagle are trying to kill each other at the edge of the surf. The eagle swoops down and slashes the horse's muzzle with its huge talons. The horse rears up and kicks at the eagle's wings. As they fight, the ground rumbles and a monstrous voice chuckles somewhere and beneath the earth, goading the animals to fight harder.

I run towards them, knowing I have to stop them from killing each other, but I am running in slow motion. I know I am too late. I see the eagle dive down, its beak aimed at the horse's wide eyes, and I scream, No!

I wake with a start.

Outside, it really is storming, the kind of storm that cracks trees and blows down houses. There is no horse or eagle on the beach, just lightning making false daylight, and twenty-foot waves pounding the dunes like artillery.

With the next thunderclap, my mom and Percy wake. Mom sits up, eyes wide, and says, "Hurricane."

I know that's crazy. Long Island never sees hurricanes this early in the summer. But the ocean seems to have forgotten. Over the roar of the wind, I hear a distant bellow, an angry, tortured sound that makes my hair stand on end.

Percy's POV

Then a much closer noise, like mallets in the sand. A desperate voice - someone yelling, pounding on our cabin door.

My mother springs out of bed in her nightgown and throws open the lock.

Grover stands framed in the doorway against a backdrop of pouring rain. But he isn't . . . he isn't exactly Grover.

"Searching all night," he gasps. "What were you thinking?"

My mother looks at me in terror - not scared of Grover, but of why he'd come.

"Percy," she says, having to shout to be heard over the rain. "What happened at school? What didn't you tell me?"

I am frozen, looking at Grover. I can't understand what I'm seeing, and I see (Y/n) looking at my friend.

"O Zeu kai alloi theoi!" he yells. "It's right behind me! Didn't you tell her?"

I am too shocked to register that he'd just cursed in Ancient Greek, and I'd understood him perfectly. I am too shocked to wonder how Grover had gotten here by himself in the middle of the night. Because Grover doesn't have pants on - and where his legs should be . . . where his legs should be . . .

Mom looks at me sternly and talks in a tone she'd never used before, and (Y/n) flinches: "Percy. Tell me now!"

I stammer something about the old ladies at the fruit stand and Mrs. Dodds, and my mom stares at me, her face deathly pale in the flashes of lightning.

She grabs her purse, tosses me and (Y/n) our rain jackets, and says, "Get the car. All three of you. Go!"

Grover runs for the Camero - but he isn't running, exactly. He is trotting, shaking his shaggy hindquarters, and suddenly his story about a muscular disorder in his legs makes sense to me. I understand how he can run so fast and still limp when he walks.

Because where his feet should be, there are no feet. There are cloven hooves.

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